Damned If It Rains. Doomed If It Doesn’t.
So Delhi nearly drowned earlier this week. The reason – a few hours of relatively heavy rainfall.
Everybody has been going crazy due to the incredible heat. Farmers have been going crazy in the absence of rain. People are dying. Farms wear a barren look. Everybody is yearning for some respite.
When the respite finally arrives, what do we have?
Massive (in the true sense of the word) traffic jams all over the city. Flooded drains. Submerged underpasses. Missing electricity.
The Moolchand Underpass went Underwater
Water water everywhere
Not a chullu bhar to drown
I personally endured a 5 hour commute when it usually takes just one. My colleagues didn’t fare any better. From newspaper reports, nobody reached home on time that night.
The ordeal was to continue into the next day though. Another long commute to work. Some people reached their offices. Some gave up midway and went back home.
And they all stood patiently…waiting to get to work
Even though Delhiites aren’t quite known to be patient!
This from the biggest city of one of the self-proclaimed superpowers of the world. A nation aspiring to greatness. A PM who wouldn’t take anything less than a permanent seat in the UN security council.
The MCD officials were probably too busy inventing people on the payroll to worry about basic stuff such as cleaning up flood drains, or whatever else it takes to keep a modern city from getting drowned after a little downpour.
As usual, the game of passing-the-buck has begun, and nobody is going to be held accountable for the sad state of affairs in the capital of India. Life will go on.
Jai Ho, my dear land of ironies.