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Why are Indian cities a mess?

Because they are not about people

Urban projects are treated as political symbols, rather than as vehicles to makes the lives of citizens better.

By Somdeep Sen, Al Jazeera, 10 May 2023

Glance through the Economist Intelligence Unit’s 2022 “Global Liveability Index” and you will find Indian cities in the bottom half of the rankings. Of the 173 cities on the list, New Delhi is ranked 140, Mumbai 141, Chennai 142 and Ahmedabad 143. Bengaluru was adjudged the least liveable of the Indian cities considered, with a rank of 146.

The index measures stability, healthcare, culture and environment, education, and infrastructure in cities around the world. So what explains the dire state of cities in a country that claims to be an economic powerhouse?

The answer lies in a misguided approach to urban development, which focuses on marquee, grand projects meant to showcase political and economic clout and the ambitions of a rising nation. But such initiatives often benefit only a select few and leave the majority of urban Indians languishing in an ever-more unliveable environment.

Road to symbolism

In the years after independence in 1947, India focused on ensuring state control and oversight of building activity, land use and prices at a time when affordable housing and haphazard urban development were challenges. In fact, India’s First Five Year Plan (1951-1956) and Second Five Year Plan (1956-1961) included a slew of state-led public housing schemes focused on providing subsidised housing for industrial workers, low-income groups as well as affordable rental housing schemes for state government employees who were the bulk of the organised workforce at the time

But with the economic liberation of the 1990s and the growth of the national economy, the city became an exposition of rising India. Urban development was no longer aimed at bettering the lives of citizens. Instead, the aspiration was to make the city look like a hub of global flows of talent, capital, innovation, and culture. Doing so, according to political leaders and planners, was a matter of national pride and indicative of the country’s global ambitions.

The jingoism around such megaprojects cannot be missed. It was palpable a few weeks ago when, in the middle of chants of “Modi, Modi”, Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi inaugurated a 118km (73 miles) expressway between Bengaluru and Mysuru in the southern state of Karnataka. The timing was political — the state votes for its legislature on May 10.

And the messaging was aspirational. Addressing the crowd, Modi said, “Youth are taking immense pride in witnessing the growth of our nation. All these projects will open up the pathways of prosperity and development.”

Similarly, as part of a $1.7bn project to redevelop the administrative center of the national capital, New Delhi, Modi renamed a major street that used to be called “Kingsway” during British rule and by its Hindi equivalent “Rajpath” after independence. Its new name? Kartavya Path — “kartavya” means responsibility. “Symbol of colonialism ‘Kingsway’ will be history and has been erased forever,” Modi said on the occasion. “I congratulate all the people of the country as we come out from another symbol of colonialism.”

This jingoism is not a uniquely Modi affliction though. It was also unmistakable when the Indian capital hosted the 2010 Commonwealth Games, when the Congress party — now in opposition — was in power. On the eve of the games, Suresh Kalmadi, the head of the organising committee for the event said, “The city is 10 years ahead now. Earlier, people would fly from Delhi to Dubai, Singapore, and many other destinations. Now they will land here, see the beautiful city”.

But Modi has taken this philosophy -- where urban development is first and foremost a symbol of national pride -- to new heights, especially with a futuristic-sounding Smart Cities Mission. Launched in 2015, the mission promised 100 smart cities, with tech-driven, sustainable, and citizen-centric solutions, by 2023.

Whose city?

But who are all of these cities being built for? In a bid to spruce up the image of New Delhi before the Commonwealth Games, some 350,000 street vendors were declared “illegal” and a “major security risk”. Their jobs didn’t matter.

In fact, according to the Housing and Land Rights Network (HLRN) charity, at least 200,000 people were also evicted from their slums and shanties between 2004 and 2010 in preparation for the games in the capital. This was in violation of the UN Basic Principles and Guidelines on Development-based Evictions and Displacement. Amnesty International reported that while most evictees were then housed in temporary shelters, these lacked adequate water and sanitation and were not fit for habitation.

It’s been the same story with the smart cities. In 2017, for instance, forced evictions and demolitions of homes were reported in 32 cities implementing smart city initiatives. In 2018, as part of the city of Indore’s effort to become “smart”, 110 homes of mostly Dalit slum-dwellers were demolished. This was in addition to the more than 500 homes that were demolished the previous year. In fact, at the time, an estimated 30 people each hour were being forcibly evicted across India as a result of smart city projects and urban beautification schemes.

Then there is the focus on tech-driven solutions. Take the digital and online platforms set up to gather citizens’ feedback on smart city projects. The massive digital divide in India means that these platforms are largely inaccessible to the most marginalized and vulnerable urban communities — which are also the most likely to be victims of forced expulsions and forced removals as a direct result of these smart city-making projects.

‘Smart or stupid city?’

In 2019, I met residents of a rehabilitation colony for slum-dwellers in Mumbai who had recently been forcibly evicted from their homes in another part of the city as a result of an urban beautification project. When I asked what they thought of Modi’s smart city plan, one of them asked, “Smart or stupid city?” As the others laughed, he continued: “We feel like we are disposable people. They have disposed us to the outskirts of the city and forgotten about us. Just left us to die.”

Then another resident chimed in, “But they can’t get rid of us. Who will cook for them, drive their cars, clean their houses, take out their trash? Without us, their lives will come to a standstill. We live in slums so they can live in their high rises”.

Yet Modi’s public relations machinery has so far managed to ensure that those sentiments that I heard in Mumbai don’t translate into a political backlash against his government. I recently asked a migrant worker in Mumbai his prediction regarding next year’s national election. He replied, “Modiji will stay in power.” When I asked why he thought so, he said, “Haven’t you seen the sea link, the tall skyscrapers? Even G20 is coming to Mumbai.”

The Mumbai sea-link, an elevated eight-lane bridge that connects otherwise congested western and central Mumbai, actually preceded the BJP-led national government. The G20 presidency, currently with India, is rotated — not any recognition of Modi. And when foreign dignitaries recently arrived in Mumbai for a G20 event, informal settlements along the highway were reportedly draped with green sheets as a way of beautifying the city.

Still, pitching urban development as a national cause clearly works politically. But it does little to solve the crises faced by India’s cities. It is only when urban development is focused on the most marginalized and vulnerable that cities truly belong to all, and genuinely become liveable.

The author is Associate Professor of International Development Studies at Roskilde University, Denmark. The views expressed in this article are the author’s own and do not necessarily reflect Al Jazeera’s editorial stance.

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Avan, Aval Adhu 427

Madhu sat in silence staring at her plate and the pristine white idlis that sat clumped on the steel plate. She saw the red chutney slowly merging with the green mint chutney and wondered what they were saying to each other.

' Madhu, Madhu ' she heard her name being called and coming out of her musing state looked at all of them wondering who had called her, and Ravi's mother waving her hand to get her attention, asked, ' Madhu, what are your thoughts concerning Devathoothan's predictions?'

Madhurima turned towards Ravi who was seated to her right and finding his eyes already on her, awaiting her thoughts, ' Jaanu, your decision is my decision. We have both decided to get married. So, it does not matter if it is today or tomorrow, or sometime in the future. I will wholeheartedly agree to whatever you decide is right?'

Rasaathi Ammal smiled happily and said, ' So, it's decided. Madhu has spoken her mind. Now all that is left is for us to make the arrangements as quickly as possible.'

Daksha who had been staring at Ravi and Madhu who were staring at each other, raised her hand slowly, and seeing this, Rasaathi Ammal shook her head and asked, ' What is it now, child? What do you have to say in this matter?'

' Amma, it is not what I have to say about the marriage and anything related to it ' and pointing to Ravi, ' It is what he has to say and what she has to say and I am sure that they have a lot more left to talk about....'

Rasaathi Ammal's shoulders slouched and sank down in defeat for she understood Daksha very well even though she tried to pretend she did not. All she wanted was to see Ravi and Madhu getting married and living their life in peace and happiness.

Parthiban broke the heavy silence with his thoughts, ' Both of them have waited for each other for 25 years.............................'

' And I will wait for another 25 years and I will pray every day to God that he lets me live with Ravi in all my future births ' Madhu said in a soft voice and looked at him sadly.

Ravi smiled and gently took her hand in his and lifting it to his lips, kissed it and said, ' Madhu, it is never been about our marriage and us living together and all that' and kissing her hand again looked into her eyes and said, ' it has always been about you and your welfare and your peace and your life. Your happiness is my happiness. Your peace is my peace. Your health is my health. You are me.'

He looked at his mother and at Parthiban and Daksha and said, ' I am willing to wait another 25 years or another 25 births for Madhu. It does not matter whether she marries me tomorrow or not for what is more important to me than being married is her happiness and I am not willing to compromise on that. Ever.'

Rasaathi Ammal valiantly but in vain implored Ravi, ' What about this Devathoothan's predictions? What if they come true?'

' No problem. It does not matter ' Madhu said boldly and kissing the hand that was holding her hand, looked at Ravi, ' A marriage is just a ritual, a ceremony but what is really important is the marriage that takes place between two souls. That marriage is the most sacred bond and I have always believed that the Gods themselves preside over those secret love bonds.'

The loud screeching and protesting noises that tires make when the vehicles they are carrying are brought to a sudden halt raced into the house and into their ears and instantly Ravi jumped up to his feet and ran towards the entrance and the others quickly followed him.

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An annual Pun Competition was held by the New York Times. Here are some submissions:

1. I changed my iPod's name to Titanic. It's syncing now.

2. England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.

3. A dentist and a manicurist married. They fought tooth and nail.

4. With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.

5. Did you hear about the fellow whose entire left side was cut off?

He's all right now.

6. A bicycle can't stand alone; it's just two tired.

7. When she saw her first strands of grey hair she thought she'd dye.

8. I didn't like my beard at first.

Then it grew on me.

9. Did you hear about the crossed-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn't control her pupils😀

10. Dad, are we pyromaniacs?

Yes, we arson.

11. Why is ‘dark’ spelt with a k and not c?

Because you can’t 'c' in the dark.

12. Why is it unwise to share your secrets with a clock?

Well, because time will tell.

13. Prison is just one word to you, but for some people, it’s a whole sentence.

14. I’m trying to organize a hide-n-seek tournament, but good players are really hard to find.

15. I’ve started telling everyone about the benefits of eating dried grapes.

It’s all about raisin awareness!!

😳😁

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*Permanent Address*

(Javed Akhtar)

Our joint family home housed 14 of us from age 5 to 95 years.

Today I watch both the houses abandoned and nature taking over the garden my mother used to tend for hours every day. The Jamun, the Drumstick a few Ashok, Neem and Peepal have survived but all beauty is both transient and fragile and the law of entropy powerful. The lovely flowers of myriad colours are all gone. I wonder what happened to the peacock family that came everyday and ate from my moms hand. The Bulbul, the sparrows, the parrots, spotted flycatchers, Cuckoos, a huge troop of monkeys that once in a month would upset the order of the place.

*Once people leave, a home becomes a house*. Initially I didn’t feel like selling and now I don’t feel like going. Time has taken away ten of its fourteen occupants.

I walk around our neighbourhood and see similar fate of so many homes once full of life now replaced or lying still.

Why do we stretch and stress to build houses? In most cases our kids won’t need it or worse fight over it.

*What is this human folly of attempting permanent ownership in a leased life with an uncertain tenure given by a landlord whose terms are non-negotiable and there is no court of appeal*

One day all we have built with love and EMIs will either be demolished, fought over, sold or lie in ruins.

Every time I fill a form that asks for ‘permanent address’ I smile at human folly.

There is a Zen story that an old monk walked into a Kings palace demanding he wanted to spend the night in this Inn and the guards told him, “What Inn, can’t you see its a palace?”. The monk said “I came here a few decades back someone was staying there, a few years later someone else took the throne from him, then someone else. Any place where the occupant keeps changing is an Inn.”

George Carlin says *“house is just a place where you keep your stuff as you go out and get more stuff”.*

As houses get bigger families get smaller. *When the house has occupants, we desire privacy and when the nest empties we crave for company.*

Birds and Animals must be laughing at us humans that give up living in order to build their dream home and in the end depart the Inn they mistook as a permanent residence.

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Avan, Aval Adhu 428

From the screeching and skidding sounds that the tires made as they were brought to a sudden halt, Ravi realized that two large vehicles had entered their house compound. Now it remained to be seen if they belonged to friend or foe and with that thought in mind, he stopped and turned and yelled at Parthiban, ' Back door, lock the back door da and remain there until I am done here in the front.'

Then he quickly looked at all three women and said, ' Stay here ' and quickly glanced at Daksha who nodded and patted the jacket she was wearing. Ravi sighed in relief and thought ' At least we are not totally unarmed ' and slowly walked out through the front door and stepped out of the house to confront the people who had entered his property without his permission.

But his fears vanished the moment he looked at all the seven men who stood there in army fatigues. He quickly stared at the man who stood in plain clothes and his back turned towards him. The man was dressed in a black polo tee that was tucked into dark blue jeans and which themselves were tucked into the army issue boots.

The moment Ravi heard the screeching tire sounds, he knew in his heart, who had arrived and also the reason for their arrival. But, it was the heart, a piece of his old heart, a source of constant pain and worry that had brought them all their lives to this situation. Hence, he had learned to be ready and never drop his guard. Ever, and that too in matters of the heart.

One can dress up like an army man or a policeman and get away with it as actors do in films and television but not in real life and not with people who see beyond your uniforms.

In just one quick glance at their uniforms and the way the men held their machine guns, Ravi knew they were genuine and so in a soft but steely voice, addressed the man who had his back turned to him.

' Excuse me, this is private property. So, please, introduce yourself and also state the reason for this unauthorized entry on your part.'

The man turned slowly and smiling pleasantly removed his dark aviator glasses and introduced himself.

' Good morning, Mr. Ravi Kumar. I am Major Param Singh from the Chennai branch of Chakravyuh ' and pointing to his men and the two vehicles, ' Please pardon this sudden and unannounced entry onto your property sir, but we had no choice for we were told it was an emergency situation.'

Ravi stepped down and offered his hand and Param took it and the moment they shook hands, Ravi knew that Major Param was a kind and good man and relaxing visibly welcome him and his men to his house.

Major Param smiled, ' Thank you, Mr. Ravi ' and after staring hard at him for a moment, asked, ' Why do I get the feeling that you were expecting us.'

' I am not sure of the reason. But, after spending a few minutes, with the other gentleman who called himself Spartan, I knew that Mrs. Prem was in good and safe hands. He is not here right now. But, I knew that he would put in all the necessary security needed before he left.'

Major Param shook his head, ' Spartan? Just one person?'

' Yes sir. Just one person and like his name, he looked like he was a one-man army.'

' Strange, Mr.Ravi for I have not heard anyone in my department using that call sign ever.'

Ravi nodded and replied, ' I too was left confused by his name ' and then looked at the major and his men and said, ' Please, make yourself comfortable while I go and fetch the lady who is the reason why all of you are here.'

As he turned, Ravi thought to himself, ' Major, if you find the name spartan strange I wonder what you will make of an even stranger name that the stranger used ' and recollected the name.

' Kavin ' Ravi recollected and repeated the name in his mind and thought, ' I have heard that name before. A long time ago. Where was it?'

Then he stopped and thought, ' The name Kavin means, handsome, beautiful. In Tamil it literally means Azhagu. Azhagan.'

' Azhagan, Azhagan ' he said and felt a thrill and a chill run over his body and went, ' Bloody strange, for I have heard that name being whispered before ' and looked up and saw Madhu and his mother standing there.

'It's okay, Madhu. All safe now. These men have come to protect you.'

' No Jaanu. To protect us. All of us ' she said and touching his cheek went ahead to meet Major Param Singh.

Rasaathi Ammal looked at Ravi and asked him what was on his mind. ' Dei, I know that look of yours very well. So, stop torturing yourself and share your thoughts and doubts with me. Maybe I can be of some help.'

Ravi looked at her warily and stepped closer to her, ' Amma, where have we heard, the name Kavin before and why does it sound so familiar to me?'

' You intelligent but stupid fool, Kavin means handsome, beautiful, and also means light and the sun. and in Tamil, it means the same and we call our village God that. We call our young God Kumaran and Murugan. Murugu means Azhagan. But, the name Kavin is not commonly used now. I remember reading somewhere that there is a temple where a young God is worshipped by the name Kavin.'

She looked at him with mocking eyes and said, ' And you call yourself a teacher and a headmaster?' and then her eyes took in all the army men and said, ' Give me ten minutes and I will cook up something to eat for all those gentlemen. It is the least we can do to them who have come to take care of us.'



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMLEuS4VGJg

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