Suffocating The Pavagadh

i have always loved climbing hills. the Pavagadh hills are one of the many beautiful places in Gujarat. i enjoy climbing so much that i have visited it almost every year since last three years. it is with my friends mittal and kalpesh that we plan one day in the middle of the year. our plans are in fact the most short living and abrupt, the quality of making such fragile plans has come to us during our college days when every day was almost unplanned for us .a very distinguished thing about hills in India is that; none is left virgin.

Every hill top in india has a very common structure, a place of worship, that is visited by more that tens of thousands of people. i bet on one thing that Pavagadh was definitely more beautiful before 25 years form now. i havent see any picture of it. but the picture i see today is far from being beautiful.

every religious place in india literally stinks with all those pooja materials thrown into waters (that earlier were flowing but are now stagnant), or with the ghee spilled over places or with coconut water inviting flies and sweet prasad fallen on ground while feeding monkeys or rats or elephants.

here at pavagadh, i saw garbage dumped behind the market, full of plastics. polythene bags or water bottles. just anything you name. people come here with the expectation that god will solve their problems and in that process they unknowingly pollute mother earth that would furthur increase problems.

being from a tribal community, i always had this attachment towards woods and plants and nature. i know its not possible to completely stop anything wrong. but atleast dont throw plastics in national parks, jungles and hills with gods and godesses on top of them.

i guess if you are reading this, then you are educated enough not to do such things, but to prevent those who cannot read this blog is what remains to be done.

when i saw the plastic dumped atop the hills, a cartoon movie started runnnig though my mind wherein the whole pavagadh was getting covered with a giant plastic bag, slowly covering over it like a cloud, and finally the hill stops breathing inside that bag.

as if the pavagadh died of suffocation.