22nd January, 2009: Another bandh,another disruption to normal life and yet again, another docile acceptance of unreasonable whims and retardant thinking of a person/group who refuses to accept another person's right to peaceful and dignified life.
Sometime back, there seemed to be some sort of frustration at regular strikes and a perceptible opposition to it. With time, however, it seems that people have given up. To feel good, we can say that there are a lot of people who make it a point to oppose bandhs and come to work. Delve slightly beneath the surface and it is not difficult to fathom the reason. Either compensate on weekend or take a leave. Throw in the option of working on a strike without compensating or pay-cut and a different picture will emerge altogether.
However, I was in for a welcome change of thought on my way to office today. The bandh had been called to protest the conversion of polluting 2-stroke autos to environment-friendly 4-stoke variants. The road was pretty empty; countable pedestrians and vehicles. Instead of frustration of frequent strikes, I felt nice. Surprised? So was I. I was wondering what was the cause of it when a gush of cool air cleared all the mystery.
There was a refreshing freshness in the air. It was light, fresh and cool; a spectacular contrast to the heavy, dusty and smoky metropolis air that I am used to. I wanted to breathe rather than cover my nose with a handkerchief. There was a bright sunlight which felt warm rather than hurting. I felt that I was in a different city all together.
I was happy, felt positive and there was an immediate desire to walk rather than to take an auto. Down the way, a person was watering the roadside plants and in a little puddle of water that has formed, a sparrow enjoyed its morning bath. The water drops flying around sparkled brightly like pearls. Sounds poetic I know but it was a sight that one would yearn for.
When I returned from office in the evening, the watered leaves had not grayed out with pollution soot and the reddish-orange sunset had filled the sky above.
A smile broke on my lips. Silently, I prayed for another strike.