Sunday, July 21, 2019

Some rumblings on Urban Forestry

After a long time, I come back to this corner to my life. I come to this space which I find myself one with - writing. Trying to bring light to the reflections of life brings a sense of calm, doesn't it? I share my rumblings on the world around me and this time it is on 'Urban Forestry'.

Not many people know or are researching on it but neither is urban forestry a new page to the world. If one happens to read history books or scriptures or any piece of antiquity on how kingdoms were looked after, one will know of how the administrators planned cities with streets laden with fruit trees, of sacred groves and forest areas demarcated for specific purposes. Kautilya's Arthashastra too has notes on how the king must maintain groves for saints to meditate and that the streets must have trees that provide shade to the passersby.

If we have had the privilege to have balconies and accessible terraces in our city homes, we would remember our childhood days watching squirrels and sparrows talking and nibbling to us. The many hues of green and grey patches from our window and walks in the parks and promenades have always helped in bringing a sense of recreation to our monotony.

Urban forestry is basically a means to maintain and increase green cover in the city. It could be in terms of standalone trees or shrubs on road dividers, on streets, round-abouts, parks, gardens, water fronts or forests within city boundaries. Different countries define 'urban forestry' differently. However, the underlying purpose is to have cities livable, sustainable, healthy and well, happy!

While we are all aware of the multitude of benefits that green cover provides in terms of carbon sequestration, prevention of soil erosion, reduction of heat island effect, provisionary benefits in terms of food and fuel and maintenance of ground water levels; we haven't emphasised it enough in our city development plans and urban planning.

Recent discourses on 'Smart Cities' have brought them back thankfully. Obviously, this is not to say that urban and peri urban forestry disappeared in the contemporary times. However, our city planners and urban denizens to a large extent have emphasised grey infrastructure to a neglect of the balance between the green, the grey and the blue.

If one looks at the data of the presence of green cover in Indian cities in an article by Pradeep Chaudhary et al 'Urban Greenery Status of Some Indian Cities: A short communication' in April 2011's issue of 'International Journal of Environmental Science and Development', one finds them way below the WHO standard of 12 square meters (sq. m) of green space per inhabitant except for cities like Delhi (22 sq. m), Gandhinagar (160 sq. m), Chandigarh (55 sq. m) and Bangalore (17 sq. m).

Sure, our urban local bodies are working towards park and garden maintenance and tree pruning on streets before monsoons. Sure, we Mumbaikars are supporting to safeguard the Aarey Colony forest as lungs of the city. Sure, we have 'Nagar Van Udyan Scheme', 'Smart Cities Mission', AMRUT Scheme (Atal Mission for Rejuvenation and Urban Transformation), Green Highways Mission, greening of the catchment areas of river Ganga and 'School Nurseries' program. Sure, we also have Non Governmental Organizations (NGOs), Community Based Organizations (CBOs), Resident Welfare Associations (RWAs) to take this cause at the grassroots level.

However, this is still not enough to measure up to the way in which our country will get urbanized in the coming years and the pressure it will create on the existing natural resources in its periphery. We need more awareness and an evolved citizen conscience to bring sustainability and beauty to our cities. 

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

the barren..the bereft...

How will one care to look back in responsibility,

Where scarcer people have ever with grit tred.

How will one care to see if the land that once nourished,

Now remains void with only scavengers lurking.

You too partook your share very rightfully

And in your duties were the first to turn a ghost.

Where the brooding and breeding was done and over,

How will you now care to see it bleeding and breathing its last?

Albeit, now it does bid adieu

No grunts will it ever have on you.

And so, you take one slow step – heavy with conscience and go;

But other steps are quick to come.

You say, “Well in life we all have to be practical!”

Very well O you! Very well!

Sunday, January 23, 2011

the mad..the market...

the street seemed cumbersome,
with all the chatter,
people seemed to call it market...
so what did they come to sell,
some humans sold objects,
some objects sold humans,
some objects sold objects..and
some humans sold humans..

he slept a nomad's life
in the city of the civilized...
laughed neither he,
nor shed a pie of a tear
saw the money changing hands
and some hands changing the money..

i thought he thought
while all the time he thought
because he seemed to think.
But he seemed..and
once i gave him a coin
and he threw it back at me...

Mad, i thought he was...
after all-
who would not want the money,
it was supposed to be a market
a market...i thought to myself...




Sunday, November 28, 2010

woods today..

the bloom smiled,
the waft breeze apast,
the muck layered the stone
the shrivel of the snail
with the dead skin of the snake..
the woods were silent today
only the bees buzzed..
the dark of the night
camouflaged the rustic trunks..

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

the spoonful of full moon

its grace,
a marvel to trace..
its beauty reminisence
of thy presence..

greatness
in all its milieu
glory
with its ivory renew

Thursday, March 11, 2010

of voices and echoes...

These voices of strenght
and meek,
these voices that prun silence
and spur distances,
these voices that crave,
to more say
than rave..
These voices that
are heard,
when inhibitions strike
the mid night oil,
these..
voices..
are..
bereft of..
hope..
hatred and brutality,
war in its magnanimity..
voices,
lost
and some
unheard..
voices..so unpredictable..
voices..
cry
and not a soul comes to soothe..
they burn in their ashes cold,
grave their live bodies..
kids and women and men
and brothers...
and then when all's done..
voices that heard in the silence
are voicing how it all should not have been done...

Friday, February 19, 2010

the big tot..

There comes a stall sometimes when the interaction between you and something comes to a pause but when you revive them, they come to your memory like they had never gone before.

Not many times have I confessed to this blog, yet everytime I sit to write in this corner of the net, it brings me back the reasons I think I should write.

There comes a whole medley of things about which one wishes to write. A whole lot has passed which needs words to live their memory coz if they dont they will remain like flittering pages that will fling open out of a rustic book clasped by loose threads of memory.About one, I am going to write today...

I saw this child in the train one late evening. His clothes tattered with the city's dust clinged to it. A basketful of things he seemed to sell and while selling those, he was selling his soul. His eyes had experiences to say and his face showed an age much greater to his physicality. He threw his basket onto the seat and carelessly flung himself over the footboard. Even tried a few acrobatics on the handlers.A typically street story I thought his must be.
When he had looked outside the train, his face showed an all knowing look.No place seemed to be unfamiliar to him. He seemed to be tired but somehow his will longed for somemore work..strangely..
Somehow i struck a conversation with him and he spoke to me about how he had left home in Rajasthan..he spoke about his lost childhood, his lost parents and how he was finding all that was lost to him in this already lost city of ours..
He seemed to pace with the run and managed himself all alone. To me and you he would have been a child of twelve but he knew much more than a lifetime..and the price that he paid for this was his lost innocence..