An update Mount Abu The Road down to Abu Road

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.

The road to Abu road.

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!