I honestly don’t know where to start, to try and describe to you the extent of the awful air quality we are condemned to breathe here in Delhi.
I am going to try not to rant, even though I am SO angry at having to live like this.
I am going to stick to the bare facts, even though I feel like shrieking and shouting in fury and frustration.
I am going to let the images speak for themselves, but they do not even begin to capture the true extent of the horrific situation in which we are currently living. Millions and millions of us.
I know the toxic air currently blanketing not only Delhi but much of north India, has received coverage internationally.
So most of you, I imagine, will have seen similar images to the ones I’m sharing here, images of everything shrouded in dark mucky air.
But even so, even with these visuals, it is hard to describe the smell and the taste of this muck.
It is all pervasive, even in our privileged circumstances.
Let me explain.
We are “privileged”, because we have the means to try and protect ourselves from the worst of this horror.
We have the means to buy air filters – in our bedroom, in the sitting room and in our home office. With 2 house guests currently in residence (brave, hardy fools 😛 ) we trundle the air filters around from room to room, according to where we all are. Our staff have air filters in their quarters.
I use a powerful face mask on the rare occasions when I go out – even to the bank to draw cash, for example, off I go in full face mask.
Everyone in the house is constantly coughing.
And, I repeat, as a “privileged” household, we have money for medecine, for cough sweets, for cough syrup, for doctors’ appointments for whoever needs them.
I have had a low grade headache every single day since I got back to Delhi on Diwali weekend.
My eyes itch and I often feel vaguely nauseous.
And, at the risk of repeating myself, I am one of the lucky ones.
We have filters, we have a plant-filled home, we have access to whatever meds we need. I work from home, so don’t actually need to go out that much.
And before you ask, no, I am absolutely not running. Not walking. Hardly leaving the house.
BUT HOW THE HELL DO PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT RETIRED LIKE US, HOW DO THEY COPE?
HOW DO FAMILIES WHO ARE NOT AS PRIVILEGED AS US…HOW THE HELL DO THEY COPE?
HOW DO THE PAVEMENT DWELLERS, THE GUARDS, THE COPS, THE TRAFFIC COPS…HOW IN GOD’S NAME DO THEY COPE?
There is a terrifying lacunae of government. Our pusillanimous, venal politicians are doing NOTHING except pass the buck.
Everyone else is to blame.
The farmers in neighbouring states…this party…that party…
Let’s close schools for 2 days…let’s impose car restrictions, oh but then let’s lift them because of a religious festival…
We are all suffering irreparable health damage at the hands of these self-serving cowards. (Just for the record, I’m being v-e-r-y restrained and polite here…).
How DARE these people, who are supposed to be public servants, how DARE they think of their wretched elections, when millions of people are suffering?
HOW DARE THEY?
This is a full-blown crisis.
A health crisis.
An environmental crisis.
A leadership crisis.
I said at the outset of this blog that I wouldn’t rant.
So I won’t.
But as I wrap up, let me state for the record that as I write, I’m sitting in my bedroom which is closed up – doors and windows – and has been closed all day. I have plants in my bedroom. I have an air filter.
And even so, the independent AQ monitor we have is showing a dangerous reading of 365 Pm 2.5
And you wonder why I am furious?