Saturday, September 8, 2018

Autobiography of a Road

I am the Pipeline Road at Balkum, Thane. I know I am not dressed to perfection today but I cannot do much about it. My mother BMC has disowned me and does not bother anymore about my upkeep. TMC too doesn't care much because it has got nothing to do with me. The only people who care for me are residents of a nearby society who too worry about me because I am of use to them. Else, I am sure no one would have bothered about me and I would have died long back. In fact, it would have been better to die in a dignified manner long back in comparison to the life that I am leading right now. 

The pipeline nearby gets the needed attention from BMC but I get a step motherly treatment. I really do not know what caused BMC to behave like this with me. If I would have known I would have taken every step in my capacity to address it. Come election time and somehow I get special attention. I wish everyday could be election day because my wounded body gets bandaged. Even though the happiness is short lived, it does give me few moments to smile about. Post elections when the sun and rain Gods play their part,I am back to the same situation as before. I hope that someday BMC will own me up and embrace me the way it did on day one of my existence. I still long for it. It may be a futile effort but still as long as I am alive, I will keep aspiring for it.

People from nearby society, out of their need, sometimes contact TMC to see whether they can do something for me. However, they get rebuked by them stating that they have no obligation to take care of me. Bureaucracy is not just your problem, roads like me also have to face the red tape. I know nutrition meant for me and accounted for me is being enjoyed by someone else. Maybe an aadhar card linked account for me could have helped prevent this. However, I do not have a retina or a thumb impression to identify myself. Birth marks if any have been wiped out as well. I really do not know how to create a distinct identity for myself because most roads more or less look the same during monsoon time. 

Humans who are in a hopeless situation like me desire for an incarnation of God to arrive and lead them to true happiness. Maybe, in my case it would have to be a human who comes to birth to lead me to salvation. Until then I will keep waiting.....................