Hole in the earth - part II

More details about the tree cutting here

Hole in the earth

138 trees on the St John's hospital road (Koramangala) have been marked for cutting for widening of the already wide road.

The trees that lined the Golf course on the Windsor Manor road have been chopped off for road widening.

The lovely big trees on Hosur road (between Madiwala junction and St john's road on the right) have been marked for cutting for road widening I suppose. Only a few of those Banyan trees are left now. I don't know for how long.

I saw a large hole in the earth where a tree used to be at Malleshwaram circle (for flyover this time)

I cannot explain the feeling of emptiness I feel when I see these holes. These trees have been around or were around before I was born. I have no idea how to save these trees. Bangalore, I am told needs more space to breathe. But what are we going to breathe? Oh we are going to pay so dearly for all this callousness.

I don't see a reason why I should continue to defend my decision to stay in Bangalore. Actually I do have a line of defence...a known devil is better than an unknown angel.

Third week of June and no rain in Bangalore. We should cut some MORE trees.

Road to Future!

We are building so many roads just in and around Bangalore. We are 4 laning and 6 laning (on Hosur Road its 10 laning) everywhere. We are building ring roads to connect the ring roads. All this while the current roads are in a bad shape or some areas have no roads at all. And not surprisingly this is the case in all the cities across the country. Like a friend of mine once said soon India will be one big road! Then we could simply move to Pakistan, Bangladesh, Burma and Srilanka to live. Commuting will not be an issue at all since there will be anyway so many roads connecting the country's borders.

Bowing to public demand :-)))

As far as eyes can reach, concrete jungle rules

amidst it all, a tree or two holds its breath and waits

beauty and serenity is all a thing of past

today it is just a smoking hole

then a lightning far ahead and the sky glows

dark clouds shroud the earth like a blanket

Birds fly home, so do we

rain comes down calming the earth

lifeless streets and alleys of the town

comes alive with the scent of rain

with dreams of spring still inside

the trees sway in the cool breeze

PS: If ever I write a book of poems in Kannada surely I am going to find someone else to translate!

honala dhaare