Very interestingly, i was on my to the railway station to board the 9.30 train to Bangalore and when i reached the station all i could feel was terrible pain in my stomach. No i hadnt tried eating a cow or anything. Our immediate thought somehow also reels toward what we ate last. I had had a safe home cooked dinner. The thought struck me then. I had just travelled on a Chennai road post the rains. The road... well lets just say the path that leads from Adyar was dismal. Actually thats understating it, putting it lightly.
I wonder sometimes, - is it so goddamn tough to lay a decent road once and for all and forget about it. Everytime it rains, everytime theres some construction, the roads become like some kind of torture sentence doled out to prisoners. Im sure the suspension of the car, must have wept crocodile tears. I did not quite know i was on the way to that as well.
Bridges collapse, drainages overflow, electrical infrastructure collapses, lakhs of people are homeless and roads simply dont exist. Does it take a super human to do even these correctly! A good road, a safe bridge and a reliable drainage system. Is that too much to ask being citizens who regularly pay our tax and still we see no comfort.
Whatever!!
