Sunday, March 11, 2007

A House of Cards

There's something remarkable about being in a village for while. It could be that the air is clearer for one, but that would suit someone who's been reared perennially in places which don't have enough of it. It could be the green fields, the springing brooks, the mud quarries. It could be the philanthropy, it could be the gratitude you feel for your parents for not having to live without T.V., the internet or McDonald's. None of them seem to fit.
There's something remarkable about being in urbanity too. That is the realization of how remarkably imperfect it is. Of how loosely it all hangs on a few screws and strings. Mile high buildings built essentially on dried crusts of a molten ball. Code so that fewer people can do the same stuff a lot of people used to do before and so that a lot of people can work on making things simpler and a lot of people who need to learn to use these things so that their lives can be simpler. A lot of people of who need to learn how the other lot does their stuff so that they can do part of it and how the other lot needs to learn what they've learnt so that they can help them in helping them. Urbanity isn't necessarily a bad thing, it is really good entertainment for a lot of people which includes me and you. Besides it we wouldn't have much to do.
Urbanity is a reserve of a world where all people aren't really needed to keep it turning. It feels good to be in a village because its assuring. Its assuring that there really are people making it turn.

1 comment:

Mayank kedia said...

very well written - surely after one of those trips of social initiative -- well really looking forward to it now --:))