Kashipur.
What is Kashipur?
Days that begin at 8 in the morning and end at 3 in the night…
Dusty roads, Lush green fields, Cool Winds, Cooler Nights, Chilled Discussions, Heated Debates, Pointless Arguments, and what not…
Friends, Travel, Nature, Hostels, Mess Food, Clubs, Parties, Events, People, IIM, MBA, Marketing, Culture and finally, a year of my life…
That is Kashipur, or so it was…
Somethings have changed irreversibly, since the day I left this place. The way I saw this place, is no more the way I see it now. Change is the only constant. As clichéd as it may get, it is the truth.
The Contrast between the place I left and the place I am in, now, is palpable.
The Barrage of Colors has been flushed down by the Green of leaves. The Cacophony of voices has been drowned out by bird song. The smoggy sky has given way to the velvet screen of stars. The lungs full of dust is now filled with life.
The change is both terrifying and beautiful.
The very thought, about the things we are losing, in our pursuit of some misconceived dream, is frightening.
Yes, the city was good. I will not complain. It was good to see the lights, hear the sound, and feel the energy of people. It was a much needed change, still…
It does not feel right, now…
This oasis of beauty in the middle of one of the densest industrial areas of the country, is changing and transforming. The numbers will tell you the entire story. The growth of business and consumerism here, over the years has been exponential.
Kashipur has changed, is changing and will change. It is an inevitable curse of our lives, that this juggernaut of destruction, cannot be stopped. Or Can it??
Well, we will never know, until we try…
My Discovery of India 