Monday, August 9, 2010

Plastic Bag!

The ban on plastic bags. I now proudly say that Rajasthan is a plastic free state, and when I say this, I myself can't believe that it is being followed, but it's true. Before August 1 this year, everyone was wondering if this time too, the ban would be like other attempts of the government, just in the papers. I wondered too. But it was a pleasure to start noticing changes in small towns like Pilani itself. The places where plastic bags seemed like an absolute necessity, have also found newer methods. To cite an example: groceries. I went to the grocery section of a departmental store and saw that they had done away with all the separate plastic bags for each variety of vegetable. Now they had baskets which had to be used up to billing and then the customers had to oblige by taking their new belongings in their own shopping bags. Winds of Change.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Pilani

Pilani has it all, all it takes to make me fall in love all over again. In love with the tree lined streets, the shining clock tower on a vibrant backdrop of rain filled clouds and the aura with which the place welcomed me.
The serene breeze in the ground rustles across my face and asks me, what is it that I am missing?
I see 360 around and see dark clouds covering the sky without a patch that would let me see the stars beyond. Occasional spells of thunder and a serene breeze rustling across my face. After a while, the clouds disperse a little, letting us peep into the amazing world beyond.
I could teach the little girl Laali how to connect the dots in the sky and make a spoon, but what she could teach me was how to tilt the spoon and make an S. Imagination.
Warmth, I found unlimited when I visited Meera Bhavan's didis n mess wala bhaiyas. They said, 'Behanji, hame yaad hai, mithai khilai thi aapne jab naukri lagi thi, ab dobara bhi khilana jab shadi ho tab' and dazzling smiles packaged along with such innocent comments. No questions, just happiness lurking on their faces with the satisfaction of recognition from a previous dweller.
The one question that I was asked a dozen times was, 'aap yaha kaise? aapka toh course khatam ho gaya tha na'. My unruffled smile tries to explain, my time will never be enough. This place belongs to me, I belong here...