Friday, 26 September 2014

Helmets, Trees, and The Season Has Begun.




(4 Nov ’12)
             A thirty-year-old in our village died of head injuries. He was trying to overtake a vehicle when banged into a truck coming in the other direction. Unfairly, the driver of the truck has been arrested. This man’s motorcycle was just a few days old, one of those expensive, fast machines. No one taught him the basics of driving: you have to be in control of the vehicle, not the other way around, no matter how fast the vehicle is capable of going. Just because it can touch 150 kmph doesn’t mean you have to force it to. Not on our roads, not with our traffic. Unfortunately, it’s too late to tell him that. It’s also too late to tell him that the helmet is not meant to be worn on the wrist. This must be the only place in the world where two-wheeler drivers wear their headgear on their hands. I’ve seen this many times, even in front of uniformed cops, at signals. It would be funny if so many hadn’t died because of it. Our village mate was taken to the crematorium with half his face smashed. Couldn’t help feeling indignant that this was not nasheeb, this was a preventable fatality. 
            At Porvorim circle, many afternoons, there’s a traffic jam. One day, one lanky self-appointed do-gooder shouted into the phone, quite obviously speaking to some senior cop, about how everything had come to a standstill because there was no cop to guide the cars. A single cop has never been able to manage any junction in Goa. The drivers haven’t heard of patience. They creep slowly onto the road so that oncoming cars are blocked.   Or they reverse where they shouldn’t because they’ve parked wrongly (oh yes, even at corners, so that everybody’s inconvenienced). It’s fun watching people do the wrong things. One day I’m going to film them, making sure their number-plates are clearly noticeable. Don’t know whether that’ll make any difference, but the cops can raise funds for their annual function through fines, if they’re allowed to use such films as evidence.  Like when people overtake stationary vehicles that are stationary because something’s block. The overtaker gets to the right side of the road (wrong side to be in) and blocks the other side too. If it’s a Goa number-plate, all is forgiven. If it’s an outside number-plate, a quarrel ensues and some time is wasted before everyone adjusts. We’re no different from the rest of India.
            We had to cut two old wild trees in our plot even though it broke our hearts. Last year, one huge bough narrowly missed squashing our hut, warning us of what might happen if we don’t trim it. Trimming such large trees regularly is difficult because every time one has to take permission from the Forest Department and then one doesn’t get the labour for the job. The neighbours had been telling us for years and years that because of those two, the fruit trees weren’t fruiting, the flowering shrubs weren’t flourishing, indeed, nothing grew in their shadow. Their roots were eating into the well and were likely to destroy our hut, too, eventually. The neighbours were having a difficult time, too, apprehensive about something  suddenly falling on them. We have planted far too many trees in our little compound. Less sunlight, less space… reminds me of our country… overcrowded and underproductive.  Now, the villagers say, the gloom is gone and the sun and water will work its magic and trees that we’d planted some fifteen years ago will finally get a chance to grow.  Interesting explanation they gave: they said our trees were afraid of (bhiyetaat) the jungle ones. More interestingly, within days of being exposed to the open sky, they really have begun to look healthier and happier.  I learn much from these sons of the soil.
            The Season has begun. In Kashmir, Ooty, Rajasthan, and places in the world where local people depend on outsiders to buy their rooms, services, handicraft, food, there is a dramatic change in people and habitats before the ‘guests’ arrive. White-washing , roofs being repaired, linen being bought or laundered, and (in Goa) canoes, beach-beds and swimming gear being checked out are common sights. I have a problem with tourists who don’t listen to the life-guards where the sea is unforgiving. I don’t see why we shouldn’t penalize them heavily for disobeying the safety code. Those who Nature doesn’t kill and are saved by the life-guards should be made to pay… and be enrolled in compulsory swimming lessons.
            Which gives me an idea: those caught not wearing helmets should be made to do voluntary work for a specified time for neuro-patients who are being treated for or have had a disability following a bad head injury due to a road-accident. 
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