Monday, 2 January 2017
Friday, 2 December 2016
Trash-dwellers
By 2060, there was no more land.
Now, I don't mean that the land had somehow dematerialised over the ages; it was still there, just hidden under all the trash that the dwellers of the land had thrown out of their houses.
By 2100, the pleateau of trash dangerously strived to look down upon Kailash and the other mountains that surround Bhadarwah. People forgot what myecz, soil, meant. Houses were built on the great hills of trash, with trash, for bricks were out of the question. Slowly, and gradually, the valley of Bhadarwah was land-filled, and was not a valley anymore.
It happened in these circumstances that a woman in a time-machine, with an unmistakably Bhadarwahi air landed in the exact centre of the ocean of trash, in a place that had once been called the Seri Bazar. On looking around, she discovered that she was standing in a geographical depression. Upon figuring this out, she realised that the area that had-once-been-Nagar was not as deeply buried as Athkhar, Sungli, or Chobia. Confused, she wandered all over the landfill, and tried to ask the trash-dwellers about the topographical dissimilarities of the terrain, but nobody had the faintest idea, for they were as naturalized to it as we of 2016 are to the natural slope of our valley. Finally, out of frustration and desperation, she cried out to the land itself, asking:
"O Athkhar! O Sungli! O Chobia! What is it that you didn't have and Nagar had that you're lost so irretrievably and Nagar is not?"
The answer came in a heart-wrenching voice, with a tinge of anger and sadness to it, and made the time-traveller's heart skip a beat,
"MUNICIPALITY!"
Now, I don't mean that the land had somehow dematerialised over the ages; it was still there, just hidden under all the trash that the dwellers of the land had thrown out of their houses.
By 2100, the pleateau of trash dangerously strived to look down upon Kailash and the other mountains that surround Bhadarwah. People forgot what myecz, soil, meant. Houses were built on the great hills of trash, with trash, for bricks were out of the question. Slowly, and gradually, the valley of Bhadarwah was land-filled, and was not a valley anymore.
It happened in these circumstances that a woman in a time-machine, with an unmistakably Bhadarwahi air landed in the exact centre of the ocean of trash, in a place that had once been called the Seri Bazar. On looking around, she discovered that she was standing in a geographical depression. Upon figuring this out, she realised that the area that had-once-been-Nagar was not as deeply buried as Athkhar, Sungli, or Chobia. Confused, she wandered all over the landfill, and tried to ask the trash-dwellers about the topographical dissimilarities of the terrain, but nobody had the faintest idea, for they were as naturalized to it as we of 2016 are to the natural slope of our valley. Finally, out of frustration and desperation, she cried out to the land itself, asking:
"O Athkhar! O Sungli! O Chobia! What is it that you didn't have and Nagar had that you're lost so irretrievably and Nagar is not?"
The answer came in a heart-wrenching voice, with a tinge of anger and sadness to it, and made the time-traveller's heart skip a beat,
"MUNICIPALITY!"
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