When you talk of my lovely Country India, Bangalore is a City to remember for so many reasons.
Forget the Silicon Valley of India, forget its cosmopolitan nature and the peace loving localites.
An intriguing part of the city is that along with all these positives, a plethora of negatives do exist. I don't deny that the other cities disown these negatives, But never in the history have I seen a river or positives and a sea of negatives in a city of my Country that no other city can boast of .
Did I say Licence to abuse ? and so shall restrict my domain on that.
What are the qualifications that define this ?.
1. Be a citizen of the city or from multiple cities in India.
2.Be related to a politician right from a panchayat leader to the PM, from a traffic constable to the highest ranked officer.
3.Be related to a thug or thug by himself.
4.Be a driver or a trade union leader.
5.Be someone of some spotlight.
These can go on endlessly.
A couple of days ago when on a walk, on the 27th Main Road of HSR Layout I Sector in the noon, I had a bolt from the blue when a black Wagon-R brand new just came and hit me on my left side. Ironically footpaths are a dream on this road as these spots have become major chat centres. There was no "L" board either on the front or the back, and a great person studying in NIFT was helping his heartthrob to learn driving. The girl on the wheel was as good as a lilliput and the hero was a macho guy. It was raining, and rather than ruining the car by getting the car into a water filled pot hole, the macho felt he better ruin the pedestrian.
Being 52 years of age, with whatever energy , I could gather, I could stop the Car. The Girl was almost in tears, but the Macho of Deewar rage, got down and threatened me that he is the son of a Senior Police Official from Chandigarh and I can't pluck a hair out of him. Menacing as he advanced to me , to state that hell would be the nearest destination for me. The crowd was there but as mere spectators looking at his body language.
He boasted of owning firearms and would just take a trickle of time to send me there. This even made some talking spectators as mute ones.
Proud to be an Indian and prouder to belong to this wonderful city, I saw the girl virtually in tears trying to pull him into the car. What if my age was reveresed as 25 ?.
I thought silence as a virtue and I still have the CAR No. with me. The nearest police station was about 2kms.
There is nothing called as a Road sense here but Road Rage.
Today is an era Licence to abuse, but if the rot magnifies it may be Licence to Kill.
I do not want a true Bangalorean to be violent but one who is sober and tolerate.
At the end does tolerance have a limit ?.
Poor Cops are helpless beacuse of the ratio of theirs to the population.
Long live the thugs... a true tool of population control, which our so called efficient Government cannot do.
C S Venkatesh
Forget the Silicon Valley of India, forget its cosmopolitan nature and the peace loving localites.
An intriguing part of the city is that along with all these positives, a plethora of negatives do exist. I don't deny that the other cities disown these negatives, But never in the history have I seen a river or positives and a sea of negatives in a city of my Country that no other city can boast of .
Did I say Licence to abuse ? and so shall restrict my domain on that.
What are the qualifications that define this ?.
1. Be a citizen of the city or from multiple cities in India.
2.Be related to a politician right from a panchayat leader to the PM, from a traffic constable to the highest ranked officer.
3.Be related to a thug or thug by himself.
4.Be a driver or a trade union leader.
5.Be someone of some spotlight.
These can go on endlessly.
A couple of days ago when on a walk, on the 27th Main Road of HSR Layout I Sector in the noon, I had a bolt from the blue when a black Wagon-R brand new just came and hit me on my left side. Ironically footpaths are a dream on this road as these spots have become major chat centres. There was no "L" board either on the front or the back, and a great person studying in NIFT was helping his heartthrob to learn driving. The girl on the wheel was as good as a lilliput and the hero was a macho guy. It was raining, and rather than ruining the car by getting the car into a water filled pot hole, the macho felt he better ruin the pedestrian.
Being 52 years of age, with whatever energy , I could gather, I could stop the Car. The Girl was almost in tears, but the Macho of Deewar rage, got down and threatened me that he is the son of a Senior Police Official from Chandigarh and I can't pluck a hair out of him. Menacing as he advanced to me , to state that hell would be the nearest destination for me. The crowd was there but as mere spectators looking at his body language.
He boasted of owning firearms and would just take a trickle of time to send me there. This even made some talking spectators as mute ones.
Proud to be an Indian and prouder to belong to this wonderful city, I saw the girl virtually in tears trying to pull him into the car. What if my age was reveresed as 25 ?.
I thought silence as a virtue and I still have the CAR No. with me. The nearest police station was about 2kms.
There is nothing called as a Road sense here but Road Rage.
Today is an era Licence to abuse, but if the rot magnifies it may be Licence to Kill.
I do not want a true Bangalorean to be violent but one who is sober and tolerate.
At the end does tolerance have a limit ?.
Poor Cops are helpless beacuse of the ratio of theirs to the population.
Long live the thugs... a true tool of population control, which our so called efficient Government cannot do.
C S Venkatesh
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