A couple of days ago, I woke up in the post operative room of a hospital in
Mumbai and the first thing I heard in my drug dulled ears was the mewing cries of a child saying “ghar jana hai, ghar jana hai”.
The cries went on and on, soft, scared and persistent till I managed to open my eyes and saw opposite me on a bed a mother holding a small child cradled in her arms, who was burrowing her way into her mothers chest crying softly with the repeated plea to go home.
I managed to drag out the words to ask her what happened and why was she crying, and even in the state I was in, I wept when I heard the story.
Her mother explained that the little girl was 4 years old and her name was Heer. It seems that their building is being
redeveloped, like a large majority of buildings in Mumbai. During this redevelopment, the residents are still there for some overlapping period and the builder has put up a temporary water lines to start his preliminary work. This means that the place where the children normally run around had water pipes across it.
The kid being a kid, went out to play in the evening and was trying to swing from this tempting water pipe line when it broke and crushed off two of her fingers. The end tragic result, an innocent child of 4 years or so has to spend the rest of her life with 2 fingers less. My mind took a few minutes to digest the fact.
Once it did, my rage was unbearable. The rage at us ourselves and our stupidity, our greed. I have been to a few society meetings recently talking about re-development and all I hear is what can we squeeze out of the builder, how much more can we get, thats all , more more more.
Even if there is some talk of safety, its not about the safety of the residents, its how do we safely secure our flats, and never never about how do we secure our children and their future.
No society today talks about how safe will the layout be for our children, they
talk about how much more carpet area we can squeeze officially and un officially. No society talks about if we will have a green space for the children to play in, its always about how many cars can we park if we convert the proposed green space to a parking lot.
In the last 6 months , at my residence both my cars as well as the cars of all my neighbours are covered with paint spots as a souvenir of the society being beautified, one of my cars got covered in cement the other day thanks to the building next to my office being “redeveloped”. Best part is that out of the 40 odd cars in my compound, I’m the only one who complained, the rest have accepted it as “hota hai”.
Friends, our greed is killing our children's future. When we were children , it was a sheer joy to run around in the compound playing Dabba I spy and chor police. We turn around and pontificate to our children for spending too much time indoors but have we done anything to make them enjoy the outdoors, we are turning what little they have into hells playground.
I wrote last week about Mumbai 227 and how we need to get the right corporators in place in Feb elections who understand that parks are meant for children to play and not for slums to encroach. But before we embark on cleaning up the city, WE NEED to introspect and get our head straight. Let us clean our own houses first before we start preaching to others.
If we don’t want or demand the basic needs for our children why would the politicians care. They are servants and will only serve what the master orders.
WAKE UP !!! GET ACTIVE !!! Find a green space in your area, collect your locals, clean it up, give your child a space. Tomorrow it could be your child not Heer who has to live his / her life with 2 fingers less.
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It can be done