Footpath Users' Travails

Hi, we use footpaths when we have to travel a short distance or if it helps us reach our destination in a shorter time, than take a vehicle and get caught in slow moving traffic or circuitous u-turns. However, exercising that option is not for the faint-hearted, as it often turns out to be as treacherous as treading a minefield.

Decently maintained footpaths in Bangalore have become as rare as sparrows and even on arterial roads they are in bad shape. Recently when the German Consulate in the city was planning to hold Indo–German Urban Mela, it had to plead with the Bruhat Bangalore Mahanagara Palike to fix the roads and footpath near the consulate building!

The slabs on most pavements are often not properly fixed, but they look deceptively firm and you realise their true state only when you step on them. Your heart misses many beats, while left dangling.

At some places the slabs are missing and you have to use your athletic skills to dart over them. A glimpse at the view below will make your stomach churn. It’s one of those tell tale repositories of our collective abdication of civic sense.

Dodging litter is another big challenge. It ranges from household waste in polythene bags to what remains of morning ablution carried out by cattle and pooches (from strays to pure breeds residing in gated communities). Quite often one has to take a chance of stepping on the road, and risk their limbs, to make way for cows relieving on footpaths, quite unmindful of the surroundings. Even more unmindful are men who treat footpaths as open air urinals. This malaise cuts across social status, caste and economic boundaries.

Near traffic junctions and markets the hapless pedestrian gets elbowed out by cobblers, vegetable and other vendors. With barely a space to have a toehold over footpath, many get down to the road and this only adds to the congestion on the roads. At some places we have power transformers taking a Lion’s share.

And lastly, during the rush hours of morning and evening, pedestrians are often subjected to the deadliest challenge. They have to contend with footpath bikers, trying to beat the traffic pile ups near various signals. They use footpaths to dart past the bumper to bumper traffic  – and let pedestrians be damned.

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Trash At The Doorstep

Like any other Indian city Bangalore too has a primitive landfill method of disposing its waste, something it inherited probably from British Raj days. Then the city was a fraction of what it is now, both in terms of size and population. Little reforms or innovation have happened in this sector ever since.

I guess this has to do with the deep rooted caste system in the country, where jobs such as cleaning the streets, toilets and surrounding are looked down upon. Though the city transformed itself from pensioner's paradise to silicon valley, there has been hardly any change in the way the employees of this particular sector function.

The civic employees (or pourakarmikas) still use the same old broom and have to rely on bare hands to collect the waste. Moreover, it goes without saying that their pay and other service conditions are abysmal.

Until recently it was a heart wrenching sight to see some of the male civic workers, clad in loin clothes, descend into manholes to clear blocks. Thankfully after long drawn legal battles, we now see BBMP's Jetter machines carrying out the task. However since they are mounted on trucks, they do cause traffic snarls when they are at work in narrow bylanes. But this is a small price to pay to relieve the civic workers of their misery.

The mindset of city residents towards waste and its disposal is no way different from the rest of Indian public. As long as it does not prove an eyesore  or hit his nostrils, it is out of mind. This idyll, resting solely on complacency, came crashing nearly two and half months ago, when the civic workers went on strike as they had not got their salaries for three months. The problem got confounded when people staying near the landfills too rose in protest. They said their health and well being was being affected by incessant dumping of city's trash.

In the resulting standoff the city's street corners got dotted with ugly mounds of garbage, much to the delight of stray dogs, cattle and of course rats. They were not only eyesores and nausea inducing, but the city also witnessed an alarming rise in the number of dengue cases.

However, its not that the city fathers never thought of processing the waste. They made a half hearted effort by entrusting Ramky Infrastructure Ltd to set up a waste treatment plant at Mavallipura.

But things did not happen as planned. Ramky contends it was promised 100 acres land, but could get around half of it as 46 acres was under litigation. Hence they are able to process only 20% of waste and were not able to set up the proposed plant to generate power out of waste. But villagers allege that there is an unholy nexus between Ramky and BBMP officials and hardly any waste gets processed.

Another dimension to this problem is that due to the rising population and real estate pressures the buffer zone between the landfills and human habitations have thinned down. It used to be 1 kilometre, but now it is 100 metres.

Then BBMP came up with segregation at source mantra. Considering the kind of ‘civic sense’ a Bangalorean, or for that matter an Indian has, it was like expecting  juvenile home inmates to follow Sunday school teaching. Though the BBMP has rolled out the scheme, the response has been far from encouraging, barring few pockets.

Lots of questions remain. What constitutes a dry waste and wet waste is something many are still not clear about. Though BBMP has post haste brought in the segregation rule, it has done little to set up dry waste treatment plants.

The scenario in my area is that pourakarmikas have stopped taking waste from houses and it is being dumped at street corners. And newer mounds of garbage seem to be emerging and a lasting solution seems nowhere in sight.

The current rainy spell due to cyclone Nilam on Chennai coast is only making matters worse.

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