• A is for Ashtray
    A is for Ashtray
    Finding things from A to Z in my home was harder than I thought.  What is A for?  A can be Anything ?? I looked around and found an ashtray. Now that’s something I can write about as it may soon be a thing from the past.

    Once upon a time, ashtrays were everywhere in private homes,  hotels  clubs and restaurants. However, with dire warnings about “Cigarette smoking being injurious  to health”printed prominently on every packet of cigarettes along with scary photographs of smoke damaged lungs, ashtrays have now become a thing of the past.

    In my home too, the  ASHTRAYS disappeared when Hubby Dear stopped smoking over three decades ago. Occasionally, they would be taken out for the guest who couldn’t live without a puff but today I literally have to hunt them out and insist that they be used in the verandah, far away from the grandchildren crawling about.

    These are some of the ashtrays that remain from our once vast collection: The brass ashtray on the left made from a recycled brass shell is easily recognized by anyone with an Indian Army connection; the terracotta tortoise with sea shells is a piece of whimsy  that crawled into the house by accident and the crystal one is a gift from our Polish business associates that once occupied pride of place on our coffee table.

    Gone are the days when people could blow smoke rings in public and smokers are confined to restricted areas. It won’t be long before tobacco goes out of fashion and ashtrays too. 

    Do you think future historians will puzzle over these artefact one day? 

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  • The week is over and so is the month. April brings hotter weather and sultry days that make you long for the rain to come .

    At the beginning of the year I promised to capture a week of brilliant sunsets : but could only manage just this one yesterday.Goodbye March

    This morning I woke up to find the sky like this:

      
    Not a very pretty sunrise is it? 

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    Happy April Fool’s Day!

    Join me and other skywatchers at #SkywatchFriday

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    Underneath the flyover,

    in the ‘posher’ part of my city,

    where the roads are always busy,

    I spied this family squatting

    in one of the most expensive real estate

    and living for FREE.

     

    I wondered at this inequality – aren’t I a citizen of this country too?

    Why can’t I squat and dirty the city as I please?

    Why do I have to pay my taxes and get nothing in return?

    Why do we, the ordinary citizens, have to suffer the repercussions of a flawed public policy?

    We need justice too!

    While I definitely have empathy for the poor, I am amazed at how hard-working, tax paying citizens of this country are penalised and marginalised by the self seeking politicians who do nothing for us at all.

    Trapped between the filthy rich (who don’t have to walk on the roads every day) and the filthy poor (who use the streets as private property), we, the regular citizens of Mumbai have to pay through our noses to buy property here (the rate is per sq.in) and work our butts off to maintain it. Isn’t it a shame that we don’t have a clean pavement to walk on; we don’t have the right to squat; we don’t have smooth roads to drive on? And worse still, no one to appeal to for justice?

    Just 5 metres away from where the squatters live is a public toilet (made with taxpayer money )but they still crap on the road. Why are only we punished for littering the streets?

    We get water just once a day. These people steal water from the taps in the gardens round the traffic lights ( made and maintained by taxpayer money). Why can’t we steal water too?

    Moreover, this is a busy intersection where cars, buses, trucks and two wheelers make a dash before the lights change, making it dangerous for the little ones to be crawling about. Why can’t we add to the traffic chaos too by not observing traffic lights or disregarding the police?

    A flawed public policy

    The government of the past  has encouraged and pampered poverty just for getting votes and has aggravated the problem of rural unemployment with the ridiculous scheme of NREGA. Despite parting with half the money with the person who is disbursing it, a NREGA beneficiary has enough to get by. This assurance has made it difficult to get rural labour to even work on the farms!

    In my opinion, poverty cannot be eradicated with handouts.  People need employment. They need infrastructure that WORKS : electricity, running water, public health care, education, good roads and sanitation too.

    All of us are citizens of India – the rich and the poor alike so if they can squat on the streets why can’t we? Why do they have the right to dirty streets we can’t even use? Why do they have the right to squat and live for free while we can’t buy rural land unless we are registered farmers?

    It is time these politicians who spout platitudes and policy makers who decide policy, open up their spacious homes to squatters on the streets, get down from their government cars and experience for themselves what they don’t even see through their darkened windows as they whizz by in police escorted cavalcades.

    And finally, are the squatters really happy to live in sub human conditions?

    Shame on the previous governments who encouraged this kind of existence and shame on them who try to obstruct those who are trying to make things better .

     

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