People are happy that roads are getting better – wider, smoother and well laid out. We can’t resist the temptation of flaunting our new office complexes and tech parks to anyone who is interested. I myself work in a posh office but am ill at ease in it.
Look at the pictures above. Lovely place, is it not? To get to this place, travel towards Tumkur, from Bangalore, NH4. At Nelamangala, another road intersects the highway. Turn left here. This road goes to Taavarekere, I think. This road is pretty bad right now. If you travel about ten kilometres along this road, you will see this beautiful place to your left.
Get off your vehicle and explore the hillock. Climb the rocks. Explore the small cave.
Do all this as soon as you can or before the hillock disappears, forever.
Pictures never lie they used to say. That was before trick photography and computers. Now most photographs may be lying.
My photographs do not lie. They conceal. They conceal the harsh, bitter reality that to the left of the picture, outside the frame, is a quarry. Like a cancer it has already eaten into this lovely hillock. It will continue its inexorable gnawing and soon this hillock will be no more.
Many cancers are no longer as dreaded as they used to be. There is hope.
But for this hillock, there is no hope. This cancer called population explosion, greed, glitz and glamour, . . . . .
Look at the pictures above. Lovely place, is it not? To get to this place, travel towards Tumkur, from Bangalore, NH4. At Nelamangala, another road intersects the highway. Turn left here. This road goes to Taavarekere, I think. This road is pretty bad right now. If you travel about ten kilometres along this road, you will see this beautiful place to your left.
Get off your vehicle and explore the hillock. Climb the rocks. Explore the small cave.
Do all this as soon as you can or before the hillock disappears, forever.
Pictures never lie they used to say. That was before trick photography and computers. Now most photographs may be lying.
My photographs do not lie. They conceal. They conceal the harsh, bitter reality that to the left of the picture, outside the frame, is a quarry. Like a cancer it has already eaten into this lovely hillock. It will continue its inexorable gnawing and soon this hillock will be no more.
Many cancers are no longer as dreaded as they used to be. There is hope.
But for this hillock, there is no hope. This cancer called population explosion, greed, glitz and glamour, . . . . .
Wonderful narration!! You have told whatever to be said (& it says more too) in least number of words!
ReplyDelete& nice photos...
Yes, those wonderful places are dying quickly. We had a huge play ground just in front of our house when I was in primary school. We left that village long back (15-16 years ago). I happened to go back to that place recently, and I had to literally search that ground. Now it's no more - it's full of buildings - a school, one or two grama panchayat buildings & some more :(