The tyrannosaurus rex stood at the most chaotic crossroad of the city. A rail bridge and a fly-over were getting built. The traffic circle had been dug up and a new subway constructed. Pipes, wires, steel and concrete structures dwarfed him. He was an old and dusty dinosaur with a hind toenail missing after collision with a drunk driver. What hurt most was being overlooked and ignored by children who used to start crying as soon as they spotted him.
He has been stationed in front of Science City since 1997. Too new to be a relic and too old to be swanky, he doesn’t have anywhere to go.
Let me take you on a little trip through Kolkata. I could do the same in Pune and Mumbai, and an older part of ‘New’ Delhi. One associates certain things or people with certain places. What if these identifiers disappear, creating gaps between memory and reality, like roads where enormous potholes surface after the very first rain? I am not talking about “important” structures like the Taj Mahal, VictoriaRead More »from Read Only Memory