Dearest Delhi,
Have I ever told how much in love with you I am… I fear, I may not have been expressive enough. This, here, is an attempt to present my heart to you on a platter. It may not be made of gold, nor of silver, but it certainly is a hundred per cent genuine one. I do care, please do understand my plight. I may be far far away but this is no pleasant Neverland. I have come to realise that distance does make the heart grow fonder. Quite a bit. I have never felt as proud of you as I do today. You have emerged from the muck and the slush and it’s a victorious upcoming. You have done us all proud. Big tym. I am not the only one. The tears of joy I see around me, remind me of the attachment that none but a true land can bring. I appreciate, I sincerely do, for bringing such exhilarating feelings in me. You have shown me that failures are the stepping stones to success, however tricky their layout may be. I may not have been your favourite Denizen but you have certainly been my favourite land. From the rickshaws in ChandniChowk to the embassies in ChankyaPuri, you fill me with utmost delight. Your beauty compares to none. You are beyond brilliance. You are the one. Precious is the day when I stepped on your glorious sand. You may not have a beach, nor the mighty mountains, but you have the Yamuna and the Aravalli hills end with thee. You are the capital of not just the nation but my fickle heart. I have tasted your yummiest delicacies, I have enjoyed your extreme weather. Your mood swings might have brought out the worst in you but they brought out the best in me. In the pyramid of time may your glories never go unsung. May you continue being the muse that, for generations past, you have been. I love you for what you have been. I love you for what you are. I love you for what you shall be.
Yours truly
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tales of “Traffic”
Seen your reflection in Chennai’s Porus lake recently?
Thanked the helmet-god when you were saved from a brutal accident?
Heaved a sigh of relief on coming across wide roads?
Appreciated the lack of hawkers on the streets?
Rejoiced over congestion-free free pedestrian pathways?
If you have been a denizen of Chennai city and have had opportunity to exclaim upon any of the above mentioned situations then you have one person to thank – “Traffic” Ramaswamy. Directly or indirectly, the septuagenarian, since he first began in 1998, has managed to file PILs enough to shame the county into improving the traffic scene in Chennai.
Stoplights don’t deter him. Zebra crossings don’t slow him down. T-intersections just signal the start of another fight to be fought. He interprets all road signs as green. Red tape certainly does not limit his speed. Tunneling through the bureaucratic system he has created a subway of safe paths. He may have once stood upon crossroads of life, but there definitely seems to be no end junction to his works. Bypassing all comfort, he has lead a rollercoaster of a life. Plotting his day to day activities around roundabouts which halt the system from functioning properly, he has done what no traffic controller has done before – voluntarily controlled traffic.
You may be a pesky pedestrian or a tattling truck driver, his attitude towards you will always remain the same, of optimistic zeal. Jaywalking on touchy issues, the brave crusader has made a level crossing out of the complicated courtroom jargon. On friendly terms with the local police authorities, he doesn’t stop to consider how much it will cost him as long it’s a matter of right of way. Wielding his weapon of Public Interest Litigations, this new-age, very much real hero, certainly has what it takes- truckloads of enthusiasm and tons of energy. For him, it’s a one way ticket to impacting the public and there is no slowing down till he overtakes the judicial system. Cruising the highway to justice, he definitely doesn’t plan to quit anytime soon.
Thanked the helmet-god when you were saved from a brutal accident?
Heaved a sigh of relief on coming across wide roads?
Appreciated the lack of hawkers on the streets?
Rejoiced over congestion-free free pedestrian pathways?
If you have been a denizen of Chennai city and have had opportunity to exclaim upon any of the above mentioned situations then you have one person to thank – “Traffic” Ramaswamy. Directly or indirectly, the septuagenarian, since he first began in 1998, has managed to file PILs enough to shame the county into improving the traffic scene in Chennai.
Stoplights don’t deter him. Zebra crossings don’t slow him down. T-intersections just signal the start of another fight to be fought. He interprets all road signs as green. Red tape certainly does not limit his speed. Tunneling through the bureaucratic system he has created a subway of safe paths. He may have once stood upon crossroads of life, but there definitely seems to be no end junction to his works. Bypassing all comfort, he has lead a rollercoaster of a life. Plotting his day to day activities around roundabouts which halt the system from functioning properly, he has done what no traffic controller has done before – voluntarily controlled traffic.
You may be a pesky pedestrian or a tattling truck driver, his attitude towards you will always remain the same, of optimistic zeal. Jaywalking on touchy issues, the brave crusader has made a level crossing out of the complicated courtroom jargon. On friendly terms with the local police authorities, he doesn’t stop to consider how much it will cost him as long it’s a matter of right of way. Wielding his weapon of Public Interest Litigations, this new-age, very much real hero, certainly has what it takes- truckloads of enthusiasm and tons of energy. For him, it’s a one way ticket to impacting the public and there is no slowing down till he overtakes the judicial system. Cruising the highway to justice, he definitely doesn’t plan to quit anytime soon.
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