#No_To_Barsu_Refinery
this project needs to be stopped before Konkan becomes just another sepia tinted memory. Everyone who has visited this beautiful place, paused for a while, soaked in its fantastic views and relished some fabulous food, needs to support the agitation. 1/6
#No_To_Barsu_Refinery
united they stand, their voice needs to be amplified, this beautiful part of our great state needs to be preserved. administration is resorting to its notices on the doors, nocturnal visits, stoppage of assembly. more tricks will follow.
2/6
#No_To_Barsu_Refinery
an alternative development model more in synch with the environment and hand in hand with nature - horticulture, fruit processing, fishery, calibrated tourism is clearly being articulated. Folks of Konkan know what they need
3/6
#No_To_Barsu_Refinery
government is meant to serve the people - listen to them - create a development model which serves their interest. what we are experiencing is exactly the opposite- no service, deaf and a model which serves the interest of a few cronies.
4/6
#No_To_Barsu_Refinery govt pushes their troops forward, armed with sticks - to break the resolve of the protestors. folks in Konkan are meeting the challenge with resolute hearts, unflinchingly in the face of oppression. Join their clear united voice & say no to the refinery 5/6
#No_To_Barsu_Refinery
govt should get that refinery to Mumbai. our politicians can then marvel at their handiwork every day as they go to work. Selfies can be taken with smoke of development billowing. someone can inaugurate it plinth wise. get that flag ready
6/6
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few years ago, I was at high street, Baner - stopped for a snack at McD. saw this lady security guard having her lunch quietly, glancing into the stores around her; wistfully staring at the cloudless sky - events at Barsu reminded me of these lines, added a few, read on
1/6
what does she feel, standing guard
in a mcdonalds
waiting for the promised future,
that they had bartered her land for.
no “4 bangle” car awaits her,
no gold adorns her neck and wrists,
avoiding the mistakes her neighbors made,
she waits stoically
2/6
what does she feel, as her hands touch,
the glass still keeping her out of,
the fancy turf built,
on her children’s playground.
does she miss the open sky,
that the skyscrapers now stifle,
the air in them, cooled and recirculated,
but never really free
3/6
a notion of development which is not acceptable to the people it purports to be for, should be discarded. any idea which is not in synch with nature should be let go of. people who are revered as gods during election suddenly are looked as not knowing what is good for them 1/n
this picture is so symbolic of how the present day administration treats its citizens/voters. Like subjects. Like slaves who have to do their bidding at all times. once in 5 years all they have to do is press the right button - sometimes even that is not required.
2/n
the brave ladies of Konkan are leading the fight forward. They will not back down. The government has pushed the can (literally) down the coast - desperate to get this project running. they failed before and they will fail again. I say again - bring the refinery to Mumbai
3/n
part 1 of some thoughts penned by a good friend. She is reading @niranjan_takle sir's book
मी अस्वस्थ आहे
असं पुस्तक प्रकाशित झालं आहे ह्याची मला कल्पना पण नव्हती. मागच्या आठवड्यात माझा मित्र मारुती नाईक ह्याने ते पुस्तक मला पाठवलं
1/n
घरकाम, मुलींची शाळा, माझ्या शिकवण्या ह्यातून वेळ काढून मी ते वाचलं. काही काही भाग परत परत वाचले. वाचताना कधी सुन्न झाले तर कधी अवाक...
हे असं घडू शकतं? सत्याचा पाठ पुरावा करणारे किंवा whistle blowers संशयास्पद परिस्थितीत मरणं हे ह्या आधी पण झालं आहे.
2/n
पण सीबीआय केस पाहणारे न्यायाधीश? ह्यांच्या बाबतीतही असं घडू शकतं? पत्रकारिता आणि न्याय संस्था लोकशाहीचे आधारस्तंभ असतात असं शाळेच्या दिवसापासून वाचलं आहे. पत्रकारितेचा स्तंभ डगमगताना, त्याचा एक एक चिरा पडताना गेली काही वर्षे पाहिलंय.
3/n
my fitbit reveals
that I wake up
most nights now
somewhere in between
REM, deep and light stages
na, it’s not you may think
no demons on my tail
no surge of any desire
its just me
no longer wearing
a younger man’s clothes*
getting up to pee
1/n
what it does not capture
are the times
i wander in the dark
the times i fire up twitter
and stumble upon a Space
marvelling at how much
people can speak
and at how many
stories they have to tell
2/n
what it does not capture
is that sliver
of moonlight
breaking free from
that one untinted window
in our room
calming me
when I can’t find
my inhaler in the dark
3/n
Avanti was born on 25.11.08. I remember she was kinda pink, bathed in some kind of greenish liquid and extremely beautiful. It is a moment that stays with every parent I guess; the first time you see your child.
1/11
The next day began on a normal Mumbai note, as cold as it can get in November, nothing out of the ordinary in terms of traffic. I remember spending the day in hospital meeting people who had dropped in to wish us well and say hello to Avanti.
2/11
The day drew to a close and it was around 11:00 p.m. that I decided to head back home.
We had absolutely no clue about what was unfolding in South Mumbai — no TV in the hospital. I remember wondering that something seemed off, there was hardly any traffic
3/11