marziya wonders amazed
as around her the dance of
democracy plays people
on voting day with inked
fingers bandra based
so another election
has come round the
corner ..dreams politicians
chase .. walls with posters
defaced ..the open gutters
the filth the stench potholes
resurface ..rising prices
nothing much has changed
as always ..bandra the
quintessential Queen of the
suburbs demystified and dazed ..
slow death of the gaothan
gasping for breath the ancient
east indian heritage ..municipal
apathy garbage all the way
after winning elections ministers
corporators disappear till the next
election comes their way..
new faces that have never
lived in bandra also in the fray
who will take care of the slums
the robbed tenements under
the guise of rehabilitation new
towers condominiums for the rich
is how they repay,,,tears ion the
soul of Ave Bandra ..castles
built on clay...
'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax' said the night man, 'We are programed to receive'
'You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave'
This was shot during on voting day last assembly elections ,,, marziya is now 6 years old...she has grown but her surroundings the system has regressed
