Monday, January 18, 2010

Is Your Neighborhood as Unique as Mine?

During my last five years of stay away from home, I have changed neighborhoods many times and realized that every neighborhood has its unique characteristics and although they feel disturbingly novel initially, as time goes on, the unique traits become part of your small world, giving a flavor of earthy familiarity – that you fondly miss when you have made a new locality your home.

I moved into my current residence one and half years ago. As time went on, the unique features of the place started emerging. The neighborhood is host to commercial and residential establishments. You have modern apartments and even villas coexisting with shops of varied sizes and interests. You can also find people of all stations – the rich, the poor and the ones between them.

The locality is home to a thick population of street dogs. They have divided the area into spheres of influence and each time a canine strays into a foreign territory, quarrels break out with ear-splitting howls. They bare their teeth menacingly and leap onto the transgressors digging their nails into the fleece. But, as a well-fed domesticated dog strays out on the road with its manicured fleece bouncing up and down, the street canines keeping their territorial conflicts aside gang up and bark from a distance. There are many ways in which dogs are similar to humans.

There is more to my neighborhood – a homeless man you can spot every now and then. He earns his leaving cleaning shops and also doubles up as rag picker. His real duality lies else where, though. While sweeping the porch of the shop opposite my building, he suddenly stands straight, lifts the broom and starts hitting the air angrily, shouting profanities vigorously. Then with his other hand positioned at waist height, he indicates an imaginary kid and his face breaks into a mock piteous bawl.

Repeating these actions, he goes across the road. A little further up, he stops, turns about, walks to the porch and resumes sweeping. As if the intervening moments didn’t exist. The other workers of the shop, tired as they are seeing this everyday, see in boredom and return to their work.

Completely oblivious to the goings on in the area, there is a miniscule flock of bovines seen grazing the weeds and small patches of green here and there. The absolute laidbackness with which they go about their lives makes me envious.

In a few months, I might leave Bangalore to return to Calcutta for good. I will miss my neighborhood.


Chakoli said...

thanks for visting mine :)

i dnt blog at the listen to heart...but my regular blog is

hope to see u there :)

anyways... coming back to ur space... it urs... or mine... most of the times i have seen it the same way...either people dnt interact...or they do... and fight... :D

indrablog said...

Thanks Chakoli, for visiting my blog. Ok. I will visit that blog later.

Mark said...

what to do my friend, i can only quote Lao Tzu (the founder of taoism in China) who once said - "the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step". I understand living in any place for a long time will cause one to become one with the place. Its like an area / home / city has a soul and if one consumes more of it by staying there, then one becomes part of it...So I guess these times in Bangalore will always be part of ur psyche and u miss them only on the physical self not on the higher transcendental self...pardon the extreme philosophy...Indra all i can say Bangalore will miss you, but Calcutta has been yearning for a long time for the return of its prodigal son :)

indrablog said...

Hi Mark,
Very profound comments. Yes, perhaps it's time for me to move and I am trying to work towards that. Thanks for your visit.

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...