GARBAGE IN THE MIND
Went for a 'Picnic' the other day, to a place called Bashirhat (about 50kms from Calcutta). Loads of people go there in the winter for a day out. There's lot of space where you can cook or maybe barbecue (used to have a lot of fun doing it at home in Vizag or in Coventry,UK with my friends and family). But alas! That's not the way we do it here..not in this part of the neighborhood, at least. It was such a pretty and serene place with ponds full of fish, coconut and palm trees everywhere.... an idyllic village in the background with brick houses, farmers tending to their crop... yellow and green fields of mustard and paddy. You get the drift...
But here's what the educated peeps from the "CITY" did to the place...(I took visual notes of whatever was happening around me- and that was the only way I could protest, sadly...)
Went for a 'Picnic' the other day, to a place called Bashirhat (about 50kms from Calcutta). Loads of people go there in the winter for a day out. There's lot of space where you can cook or maybe barbecue (used to have a lot of fun doing it at home in Vizag or in Coventry,UK with my friends and family). But alas! That's not the way we do it here..not in this part of the neighborhood, at least. It was such a pretty and serene place with ponds full of fish, coconut and palm trees everywhere.... an idyllic village in the background with brick houses, farmers tending to their crop... yellow and green fields of mustard and paddy. You get the drift...
But here's what the educated peeps from the "CITY" did to the place...(I took visual notes of whatever was happening around me- and that was the only way I could protest, sadly...)
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