This smog is hellish!
Humra Quraishi
I've been sitting rather forlorn, asking
myself: 'What living is this where I'm
gasping for breath in an atmosphere
riddled with pollutants of all hues and
forms! Is this what's called development? Is
this what's called living, where even that
basic level of survival is getting to be tough …very
tough!'
Yes, its getting hellish to survive in this capital city
and surrounding suburbs.Smog is back. And back
with a vengeance! Its difficult to describe the
conditions we are surviving in. There's that perpetual
layer of dust and together with that a strange mix of
fumes and fog in the atmosphere. The eyes are
burning, if not watering. The nose and throat
somewhat choked. The lungs over -worked as
breathing gets difficult… and can't describe the
slogging the heart is undertaking!
Is this the capital city or some sort of a gas
chamber! The very basic survival gets difficult as a
majority of us are either coughing or sneezing or
wheezing. And at this juncture its difficult to say how
long this spell will last or for that matter how long
we'll last!
Why don't the political rulers of the day throw
aside the air purifiers fitted in their rest rooms and
office rooms, and then see how we, the masses, are
surviving in this smog – ridden mess.
I would prefer the old emperors' strategy of killing
at one go and not like today's political rulers who
seem determine to kill us slowly yet rather too
steadily. Dying that we are, day after day.
It wouldn't be wrong to describe this prevailing
situation as a medical emergency which requires an
immediate solution. Remedies should be brought
into force: The odd-even formula should be reintroduced,
not just for weeks but for endless
months, if not for years. The Metro fares be brought
down to the lowest possible. Air-conditioners totally
banned, together with diesel vehicles and the
connected bandobast. And garbage dumps and dusty
roads be sprinkled with water…If the municipalities
cry ' no staff' for this level of watering, I would go
the extent of saying that release( temporarily if not
permanently ) the hundreds and thousands of
under- trials from prisons and jails and let them be a
part and parcel of cleansing this city from all
possible pollutants of the day!
There has to be a way out from this mess. No, this is no living when you cannot step out because of the
smog strengthening its hold on the atmosphere. You
cannot sit indoors for very long, as those everyday
essentials have to be fetched from a this or that
market. Also, not to be overlooked the basic fact- a
great majority of us have to earn our daily bread
and that rather too automatically means one has to
be commuting to offices or factories or furnaces...
Do we realize where we are heading! Towards
health disasters! A human form born and raised in
this atmosphere is sure to suffer a host of ailments,
that is, if she or he can ever reach adolescence.
Needless to add, the disasters this situation is
heaping on us, the not –so – young!
Rulers or killers!
And who is responsible for this complete mess, for
this breakdown of the very system?
Definitely the political rulers and the civil servants
and planners manning the very system. A strange sort
of nexus holds sway, where it gets difficult if not
impossible to cry out for our survival rights.
Distractions are thrown in way…yes, we are heaped
with all sorts of silly distractions so that we have little
time or the energy to cry out! Enough is enough. This
mess has got to be settled before we reach the dying
stage.
Sanity missing
Hadiya and her husband
Together with the environmental pollution, there
stares another offshoot: political pollution is hitting
the heads of the supposed who's who on the circuit.
Last month I was taken aback hearing some of those
arguments, on the ban on the sale of crackers in Delhi
and in the NCR.
The political mafia was dragging along politics even
in the ban on the sale of crackers. They couldn't see
thousands sitting on the verge of death because of
the poisonous atmosphere. They couldn't see sense
prevailing! Here we were gasping for breath and
there they were crying hoarse some petty political
nonsense.
Nah, I wasn't prepared to see this
level of communal politics, where
communalism seems to be seeped into
the pores of those hell bent on
implementing a certain set agenda. They
are not even open to sound reasoning or
sense prevailing. They couldn't be
bothered if thousands die with collapsed
lungs or hearts or with damaged eyes
and ears and whatever organs the
human form is bestowed with.
What does one do when today's
political rulers don't seem to give a
damn to the dead and dying? All they
seem interested in, is in making lofty
announcements in those speeches.
Speech after speech! Mind you, none of
those speeches can clear the pollution
or reach out to the parched and beemar!
Can't the political brigades realize
that this entire environment is for one
and all. We all have a right to a clean
and pollution – free environment After all, our
Creator created it for each one of us. He didn't have
the Hindu – Muslim factor in mind. In fact, whilst
keying in, I'm reminded of what Sufi Nizamuddin
Chishti had told his disciples…words along the strain,
'Our Creator has created the sun and moon and the
breeze, fruit trees and plants and grain, rivers and
rivulets, for each one of us. Its not meant for one
country or for a particular community. Each living
being has a right on Nature's bounty.'
Look, even love gets killed in these polluting times!
Political mafia is even killing love in these
surcharged times. Look at the plight of Hadiya and
her husband. If this can happen in the state of
Kerala where high literacy rates hold sway , one can
well imagine what madness must be unfolding in the
rural and urban stretches of North India, where
killings of emotions and forms and wants and all the connected strains are taking place as the love-less
speculate!
Sorrow -dripping lovelorn tales are emerging from
Uttar Pradesh and Rajasthan and Madhya Pradesh
and Bihar ; short lived they are, as the political mafia
hacks the lovers together with their love.
Coming back to Kerala's Hadiya, and with that to
Kerala's celebrated poetess Kamala Das who had also
dared to fall in love with a Muslim and wrote verse
after verse on love. Of course, Kamala Das lived in
those saner times and so could dare proclaim her
love, loud and clear.
Leaving you with these lines of Kamala Das from
her book – Closure
( HarperCollins) –
'A Blessed Life/
True,/
I broke a commandment /
or two/
but shall not plead/
for society's pardon,/
or God's./
When I disobeyed/
I tasted bliss/
indeed/
I count myself blessed/
not for the fame/
or fortune/
but for those wanton hours/
of pure abandon…'