Where are my Blue
Skies?
My niece, all of three years, was happily running errands when
asked to fetch and carry stuff during a family get together on her birthday.
When I asked her to get the packet of sky blue paper-serviettes from the living
room table, she returned promptly with the desired goods and pompously declared
that I was colour-blind and should know better than to say that the sky is blue
when it is actually grey. Something rankled
inside me and I went blank, unable to contest my niece’s postulation.
Well, of course, the sky is grey and
it was only traditional knowledge which compelled me to say “sky blue” when I have often
enough observed myself that it is months before grey skies turn to blue. So rare
is the occurrence that a young toddler has scant memories of blue skies. All she
has seen in her tiny life is grey skies, whether they emanate from the fog in
winters, dusty haze in the summers or clouds at other times, duly interspersed
with smog from factories or from stubbles of fields being burnt in the post-harvest
season around Delhi. Even when the sun is shining bright, the colour of sky
remains grey, not blue and in Delhi it is certainly the case of excessive airborne
particulate matter which prevents the blue colour from scattering easily.
So why do we Delhiites bear with it?
There was a time when we got rid of the perpetual smog of the mid 80s, early
90s. It seemed that a city with high
incidence of Asthma, Allergies and cardio-thoracic disorders was finally getting
some relief, but that eternal haze is back and how! This time I have actually
been counting the days. I returned from an overseas visit before Diwali, spoilt
by the visuals of clear blue skies and crystal clear waters, hungering for more
on home-soil. But Holi is almost round the corner and I haven’t seen Blue Skies
even once in this period. Every morning I get up and peer out of the window,
hoping to see my favourite blue in the sky but it remains depressingly grey,
despite the occasional sunny day. So what should we do? We have experience
from the past and instead of being defensive and challenging the data used for
concluding that Delhi is more polluted than Beijing, can DPCB and all
stakeholders not sit up and decide upon a slew of measures that would restore to
us our legacy of blue skies?
During our joyfully spent years in Dehradun, we were indeed fortunate being greeted by clear blue skies whenever we stepped out, Mussoorie hills beckoning in the backdrop , white fluffy looking clouds swirling above breaking and making new shapes allowing imaginations to run amuck when I could interpret the shapes as that of a bird or a butterfly and during adolescent days often imagining them as lovers in embrace….
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