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November 8th, 2017

We’re gasping for breath here! Anybody listening?

Welcome to my (Delhi) world this November morning.

Doors and windows shut.

Air purifier on.

Nothing but bad news & idiocy in the morning papers.

My government tells me to leave Delhi.

Would love to, trust me, if I had somewhere to go.

My government tells me to travel by public transport.

Would love to, trust me, if you’d only finish building the bloody metro that will still be a kilometre away, but hey! what’s a kilometre in these desperate polluted times?

Alternatively, you bunch of jokers could finish the road works on the Outer Ring Road, and build that wretched flyover that you should’ve built in the first place years ago, rather than allowing a handful of entitled people to derail the project.

If you all hadn’t been so corrupt and so craven in the first place, you’d’ve built the proper flyover instead of…

OK, Christine.

Calm down.

Breathe.

NO!! NO!!

DON’T DO THAT!

DON’T BREATHE!

This is Delhi, remember, south Delhi.

Toxic central.

My PM2.5 reading early this morning was “down” from 999 yesterday to 992.

Now isn’t that a sign of improvement?

And so here I sit, fed up, bad throat, eyes stinging and it’s not even 10 o’clock in the morning.  There’s a haze throughout the house, even though we’re as sealed in as we can be.

I’m sitting at my desk wearing a mask, for crying out loud.

What kind of quality of life is this?

Rubbish, is the answer.

Primary schools are closed today.

And no.

Before you ask, I did not go for a run this morning.  Probably won’t step out of the house at all today, if I can help it.

What happened to the wonderful Delhi winters, when you could sit out on your balcony and enjoy the brief respite from the otherwise searing hot climate?

The days when people with gardens would sit in them?

And people would go for leisurely walks in the city’s many parks?

What happened to the winters when I used to love goofing off from work to potter and explore the city?

What happened to the winters that, quite frankly, “justified” the crazy summers?

And yes, I know, I know, I’m an entitled whinger.

I have money to buy an air purifier, and a smart phone from which to monitor its (scary) readout.  Jeez, every time we open the door, the reading gets worse.

I work from home, so don’t have to go out to earn my keep.

I choose to go out & run.  I don’t have to.

I’m privileged. I get it.

But I still live in this polluted city, and PM2.5 particles don’t distinguish between friend or foe, and so we are ALL at risk.

And yes, you bet your bottom dollar I’m angry.

I am sick to death (no pun intended) of the usual claptrap from our politicians…”use public transport” when there has not been one single new bus bought in the last 3 years.  I mean, who are they kidding?

And remember all those promises to vacuum the dust off the roads?

Hands up anyone who has seen a vacuum cleaner on the roads?

Anyone?

I am sick to death of the lack of policing that allows monstrous, noisy, out of control traffic jams that only exacerbate the situation.

I am sick to death of road closures and barricades for “VIP movement”, one of the constant refrains here.  Close the roads, cause massive traffic snarls, and then wonder about the increase in pollution?

I am sick to death of empty words, which are trotted out year after year after year, and in the meantime we are all living in a gas chamber.

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