Journal entry 3- Srinivas – Electronic city-2

 

Course: The Everyday City

Theme: Smells of Concrete jungle street – Electronic city phase-2

SRINIVAS

MA Education

Sec-2

 ‘Live life with sense of  joy with pleasure of nature’  

The journey of my ‘concrete jungle’ began with different aspects like people, shops, vendors, street food, clothing of the people, faces of the people, and attachment of the people to their spaces which make their place. This week my observation focused to catch hold of the smells of the concrete jungle. This is interesting because the “fragrance of the flourishing flower is the jewel for the jungles”.

In my concrete jungle street we cannot find plants and flowers but the fragrance makes special presence with multiple forms.  When we walk through the people makes us feel its presence with axe effects. If you are keen you can make sense of Faa, Spinz, Yardley, Godrage, Park Avenue, Cinthol, and Wild Stone the wild names of scents in the modern jungle nothing last for few seconds. The perfumes are so strong and hot that they try to vanish the sweat of the youngsters who walk out of the concrete structure (because they spend such kind of expenses on it).

The smell of the street changes according to the time from morning to evening. Early in the morning it smells with fresh flowery from woman’s flowers sold at corner, scent of sandalwood incense sticks from the different shops, foamy smell of the salons, oily aroma of Dosa and Puri’s at hotels. When we walk through roadside ‘stale garbage’ pulls our hanky to nose with its pungent and rotten presence. The dogs which sleeps in the middle of the street could indicate that they lost the natural sense of smelling in concrete jungle. As every morning colorful passersby (boys and girls with different attire) walks in the quest of ‘sweat’ with the strong and sweet ‘antisweat’ fragrances to their destiny (offices, colleges etc.). When they return way back to homes in evening the sweat catches the sense of victory over the sweetness of the perfumes. The ‘fragrance and color’ are so much diverse and mixed in the lives of the ‘walking life (mechanical life)’ as living beings lost the ‘natural senses’ in the concrete jungle.  The everyday of the ‘faded life’ in the city rises with the hope to meet its original colors and sets with its masked happiness. The days of faded life are acquired with full of scents, perfumes, incenses as unfulfilling desires and emotions. The sense of humanness is lost in the concrete pillars and roads. The aesthetics of shrilling song of birds flew away in cracking sounds of machines and fragrance of flowers escaped in scents of antisweats, vision of the beauty covered by the darkness of multicolor, taste of sweetness melting in the junky (worthless) spices of puffs and burgers. The faded life (man) of concrete jungle still wakes up with dreams every day to build hopelessness more and more………on and around, up and down far reaching stretches of our city with no senses of humanness………….