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Friday 11 September 2015

It’s time to zip it up!....


A shout out to prevent peeing and spitting in public places.


Guwahati is no doubt developing; the once green city is rapidly becoming an unattractive concrete jungle, the melting pot of northeast. I love my city and would accept some of its faults, but there is no point denying that it’s screaming for a change, a "clean" change. While driving around Guwahati, you will notice the irritating not-so-soon ending traffics, the people, old, young, the families, the coming up tempting stores, buildings, more buildings, and then there are the unavoidable stink of pee and the red stains of spit in almost all the public walls. The sight of a man relieving himself with his face towards the wall or a woman or man spitting from speeding vehicle is almost synonymous to the everyday sights of Guwahati or for that matter in any state in India.

When our PM Narendra Modi launched the cleanliness campaign “Swachh Bharat Abhiyan” I heard apprehensions and cynicism on a regular basis. One local elderly uncle, “Swachh Bharat, my foot!” spitting a torrent of red betel nut juice on the road. The local youth, the aspiring cool dudes who cannot let go of their ‘gutkas’ talking about all things and spitting on the nearby walls the streets and even the corners of staircases. The Swachh Bharat enthusiast for a day... cleaning and smiling with a broom their hands who, later on even forgot the meaning of cleanliness and continued to treat the streets as the waste bin.

For Mahatma Gandhi "Sanitation is more important than independence". He saw a clean and hygienic dream for India. Though not much a fan of Gandhi, his vision was the foundation for Swachh Bharat and I couldn’t help but agree with him, and why not? Why then the apprehensions and cynicisms? Why not try? Is the cynicism coming from those ‘men’ who cannot handle pressure and give in to it? For whom finding a toilet is the most difficult task in hand and who believe in the saying “going back to nature”?
To me, a simple bus journey is enough to see how the Guwahatians treat the busy streets like a huge waste bin. Let me narrate an incident which happens in regular, basis and I know which has been experienced by all of us irrespective of what public vehicle we chose to travel in. Here I was taking a bus from Christian Basti to my place (which is not too near) jam packed with all kinds of people. In the more than half an hour journey I seething-ly and helplessly observed how at least ten people spat from the moving bus without any care in the world like world champions or has chucked their finished eatables or wrappers like they were flying paper kites. What struck me most was this group of young college going girls going on about the high-flung things in life and easily throwing out gum and chocolate wrappers out of the window and wrinkling their noses when the bus stopped beside a ‘forced’ waste bin beside a bus stop.

Streets are the major source of throwing waste by the Indians followed by the wall of public buildings, official, private buildings and the staircases and yes elevator! I once met a friend of a friend who narrated why he shifted from a government job to an IT company. He told me how the government offices, wash basins, staircases were always painted with red stains, and the backyard wall is marked by ugly red stains along with the filth and stains of urination. The image itself is disgustingly repulsive. But what do we do to prevent it? Or what did my friend’s friend did to stop it? If it repulsed him instead of doing something he preferred to leave. But another question is can one person make a difference? Will his or her voice change the filthiness of people?

To some extent no doubt a voice or the collective voices will make a difference or it will simply bounce off the offender. No doubt peeing at roadside walls is the worst possible filthy picture a city can present and it’s downright embarrassing to the passerby, especially women. I am not being Feminazi here, just merely being a feminist and my question is why is it always men who find it difficult to find a toilet or hold on to the pressure of their pipes?? Day or night, whether it’s a bust street or a secluded spot there will always be a section of men unzipping and relieving themselves. And the thought that peeing in public places in front of public doesn’t seem to bother them calls for a strong need to change this attitude and it has been tried; definitely tried! to a very great extent. From the Governments campaigns and policies to the local endeavours people have tried and still trying. Like for instance, the various implementations of schemes in the major cities.

In Mumbai peeing and spitting in public places is considered the top offence, New Delhi and Bangalore is levying a heavy fine for the same offence and other cities are also taking up the same route slowly. The Government implementations are fine but are they really working? Well, not so much so the locals or the non-government organisations tried to stop this disgusting parade in different new ways and for instance, the advent of posters which are hilarious and eye-catching. And then there are those graffiti saying “yahan mootna mana hain” or “yat kukuror nisina numutibo” Or for that matter putting up deities and pictures of Gods and Goddess in the once garbage or peeing, spitting part of the public places to stop the persons specially men from defiling the area and locality. The walls are splattered “demotivational” posters and messages threatening to pleading to being downright begging... from bringing God’s name “For God’s sake do not Pee here” to a politer one “yahan peshab na kare” to a more aggressive like “Peeing here or spitting here will be subjected to heavy fine” but the problem still persists. Some get discouraged, but some sickening people answer those pleas and threat by directly urinating or peeing in those messages and posters. But to some extent the pictures of Gods or Goddesses seems to work. At least the picture of God makes them control their urge to attend to their nature’s call

And there are those public toilets Sulabh Sauchalaya in almost every big city which undertook the social task for providing hygienic toilet amenities to the local people who feel the need and also to the people who visits cities from outside. They are usually free of cost and also the charges for using toilets etc are easily affordable by every section of people. However, Even then people pay no heed and decide to answer their nature’s call wherever they are.
It’s not just keeping the environment and social surroundings clean and fresh, but also contributing to the nation’s hygiene and health. Spitting is the breeding ground of some of the most hazardous diseases like TB, Swine flu, pneumonia and influenza. India has the highest number of cases of TB caused by infections from spit. Peeing also has its share of infections like urinary tract infection giving birth to other health problems.
The clean-up campaigns, schemes, projects may look fine in print, but the India has a long way to go before achieving its cleanliness targets. It’s not just the lack of manpower or funds but targeting the psychology of the majority of Indians who plainly refuse to follow the basic rules of hygiene and cleanliness and treat the streets and public places as their person dumping grounds.
Building the attitude and the will is what going to solve the problem. No matter how colossal the task seems to be or how deep is the ocean of problems, the awareness programs should never stop; even if they seem quite insignificant. It might just be a short message on the wall or a big scheme of the Government without trying the problem won’t be solved. It’s up to the citizens to try to change the psychology, the hideous attitude and asking them to zip it up!




(Published in the Goodtimes of the Northeast Magazine, month of September)

Saturday 7 February 2015

The ‘graffitied’ love




February is upon us and so is the imposing air of love that will grip the city and the Nation spreading ‘love consciousness’ among people on the Valentine’s day. Yes, this month we are celebrating love and expressing our love in all means possible. Love is a beautiful thing and certainly a thing to be celebrated and treasured; something beyond the realms of money, fame and what not! I strongly believe in love and its magic and so for me, V-day, as it’s called by its aficionados, isn’t as special as I cannot put a constraint of a day or a month to my celebration of love. Yet, I will also not be against people celebrating their love on this day.


Celebration of love is a wonderful thing, but should it come at a price? Should it be at the cost of besmirching the beauty of a city or a country? Just as the title of this feature suggests, I am literally talking about the so called ‘art’, ‘graffiti” of expressing your love. Love can encompass many forms and so can your means of expressing it but that doesn’t mean that you can transform a historical monument into your love-note doodle. Not every art form is golden; nor are your thoughts or feelings and they are certainly repulsive if you put them in public places befouling them.

What I am talking about is the so called graffiti culture in India where the Romeos feel the need to inscribe their love in public places to immortalize their love. It is an extremely repulsive and stupid thing to do. You will find it everywhere; go to a public park and you will find a meticulously carved heart with names embedded along with on some tree or the other, the poles, seats of bus stops, public transports, the desk of Schools and College classrooms and of course the historical monuments are a living example of India’s answer to graffiti scribbles.

Our very own city is no exception; in fact it can give competition to any other graffiti-strewn cities of India. Walk down any area there are love notes scribbled on the walls. Take a look at any electric pole or the walls beside the streets or take a trip to the rural areas and small villages you will find your journey strewn with graffiti scribbles of love. Among them the prominent ones in our city are our temples: be it Kamakhya temple or Umananda or Basista Temple. Take a leisurely trip to the Kamakhya and starting from the first resting lookout point to the last, the walls, the boulders, the posts are strewn with love declaration.

On my recent trip to Kamakhaya which was a more of an outing to enjoy the fresh cool air and view rather than a pilgrimage; I was able to witness and record quite a handful, at the risk of being extremely modest, graffities of love declarations.
In the first look out stop “Rahul loves Sonia forever” and the extremely difficult but not quite cryptic equation : Pranab + Disha = Love, When I walked past that, blushing with all that love, I encountered “Mohan loves Meenu” but Raja loves Isha easily won the “Couple of Kamakhya” award as his heart was doodled the biggest around his name and his beloved. Then again in the ‘big rock’ which is the resting point cum photographic point cum adda point I come across a treasure trove of love notes, with hearts drawn with an arrow. SIGH!

Then again few days later, at the Uzan bazaar park which is the dating point of almost all lovers who want to add a touch of romanticism with a good view or some to save money I saw this tree. Now, this Dilip must be so much in love with Rita or he would not spend hours inscribing meticulously their name along with a heart and rose in the thick tree trunk! And I am sure all of you reading this will have your own versions of witnessing love notes in public places.
But the question is should we be okay with it? What do you all readers think about it? Should we consider it an annoying habit worth a few smiles, a form of amusement and disgust for some? Or should we take some considerable action to stop this besmirching? True! A repainting can restore the walls, posts , desk and benches; but what about our heritage sites? How do we restore their beauty and save them from becoming testimony of blooming love tales which last a whole month on their best days?

These blooming tales of love destroy not only the heritage monuments and sites but also deface the ambience and environment of the place. The damage is irrevocable in some places and in some other places maybe the help of conservation architects may help. Either way, Government intervention as well as the citizens’ cooperation is essential in conserving and keeping public properties, heritage sites free of mindless graffiti. It is not doing any wonders to the city’s decor and it’s time the defacement should be controlled, especially on the landmarks of the city.
It is not just a matter of few laughs, or moment of annoyance, disgust or overlooking, if we cannot curb it, any other measure would be purely a waste of time and resources and would be worth nothing. So what could be the solution or how do we find a solution? Penalties? Fine? But for that we need to catch the culprit in action and for that again the Government should employ “guards” or “supervisors” safeguarding the beauty of the public places. It’s a long shot but if we really work towards it we can cease the invasion to a considerable degree, if not completely stop the besmirching.

The reason defacement occurs because the offenders perhaps feel that there are no outlets to express their love or no ‘wall of expression’ to pour their heart out. But then there are so many possible outlets for the Romeos : how about a poem next time you get submerged in a bout of love and feeling like expressing it, even if it’s a cheesy one? Or how about a tattoo, it seems less tacky and if you cannot do either of those how about your Facebook wall or any other virtual medium? And if some fail to get either option there is still the good old method of writing in a paper and sticking it out. It’s time you control your bouts of love expression and think about the beauty of your city and nation.


[This article has been published in the magazine "Goodtimes...of the Northeast" in the February 2015 issue]