They lie by the roadside like fallen elephants. Hacked and brought down by crude tools - a flimsy rope, a hacksaw. Can I hear them moan? Those majestic trees. Once Bangalore's pride - now a mere nuisance in the path of 'development'. What beautiful living, breathing beings they were, giving us shade, peace and oxygen. How long does it take them to grow that big? Decades. Centuries. Three days to hack them. Go, do your math.
Road widening, metro lines, fly overs - buzz words in the din of progress. THe Bangalore of my summer vacations only in my mind now- cool , salubrious (a word I learnt early can only describe this city), unhurried. Now all hot, hurried and crass.
Someone said, the road to 'progress' has to be barren and tree less...and we all cheered in agreement. Our own Silicon Valley. Jewel in the IT crown.
I cry for Bangalore.
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Millions of years ago, a lonely willow tree stranded on a distant island figured out an ingenious remedy for her solitude. She evolved lightweight wings around her seeds which could hitch rides on winds and cast roots in soils strange and new. Today, a willow felt lonely again. Her seeds wasted on the asphalt roads of Bangalore. What will she do now? What sorcery of evolution can make seeds sprout in concrete?
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