The Road down to Abu Road
I was to post this update on 23 Aug 15. The construction of the road had come to a momentary standstill for a fleeting moment of time, awaiting the decision of the administration. Finally, the road-repairing contract went to two contractors who have started operations. It seems to work at it with gangs of labour and the latest machinery. Fortunately for the Abuites, Mother Nature is holding her peace and as such no impediment to the lifeline which needs to be functional for the coming tourist season. In September, thousands of vehicles will head to "The Abode of the Gods" for Janmashtami, and in November, Mount Abu will be overcrowded for Deepawali.
Yesterday the local community organised a "Sit-in" in front of the SDM office. They protested that the repair work on the road was going far too slowly and that the provincial authorities should speed up the process.
I'm attaching a link to a short video of the latest on the road. Click to watch.
Here’s an inspiring poem written by none other than our dear Dr A.K. Sharma.
REMEDIAL MEASURES ARE NOW A MUST
What a rain what a rain
In falls and streams and drains
Roaring pouring like hurricane
Ruling all over sans any rein
Hills and dales are totally sodden
No more are safely be trodden
The grass that was turning brown
In verdant green it has drowned
Every summer prowled hostile draught
Now can’t gauge how much is rain about
It rains all day sans getting bored
Only by greens is this rain adored
Mauled roads have massive puddles
In fields under trees cattle huddle
Albeit we all said we wanted rain
Alas now it’s a bit of a pain
Grey skies constantly overhead
Coziest place is one’s own bed
Water in dales would take days to go
Do not know when the sun would glow,
All is soaked sodden sopping wet
Every homemaker fumingly frets
Day after day intimidating storm
Breaking all past set norms
Weatherman threatens with gloomy forecast
How long would this menace just last
Indeed it is bad by any book
Giving the environ a gloomy look
In town streets are just deserted
Ripped roads have traffic diverted
Trash and rubbish clatter up drains
On road surfaces water remains
Visitors are warily apprehensive
Authorities are sheepishly defensive
What would happen no one can guess
Every life is in tangled mess
All crave for a slice of sunshine bright
Dismal financially terribly tight
Global warming is said to be playing havoc
Here it inundates there it rocks
Cities crumble dust unto dust
Remedial measures are now a must!
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