Aagaaz: Advanced Underground Wastebin system 

“Aagaz” (the beginning) has been kindled by Mr. Sudhir Sharma (Minister of Housing, Urban Development and Town & Country Planning in the Government of Himachal Pradesh). Aagaz, the word itself holds enormous beauty and so does the initiative that Mr. Sharma had taken up. 

Dharamshala is the first city in the country to have the city wide sensor based underground wastebin network. The city that’s enveloped by the mighty dhauladhars and is ornamented with bhuddhist overtones, now wears a distinct panorama after the launch of the underground wastebins. 

10 THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS SYSTEM

1. NEXUS NOVAS, a Netherlands company had conduct a feasibility study for making the state a ‘Waste Free’ or ‘Zero Waste State’ and has thus installed these bins. 

2. The alarm would divulge the concerned department once the bins fill up and the dustbins would be hydraulically lifted and cleared by the corporation. 

3. Authorities would come to know about the filling status of dustbins on their mobile phones. Hence, they would be able to clear the dustbins in a time-bound manner.

4. The problem of filth and stink would be automatically solved. 

5. No offensive odour 

6. No stray animal or rodents littering the garbage. 

7. There are three stickered bins for biodegradable, non biodegradable, and inert material to facilitate segregation of waste. 

8. The bins are designed as low-level- throw-ins, so that the physically challenged people and, children can easily use them.

9. The system is fully automated hence the possibility for physical contact with the waste is reduced resulting in improving working conditions for sanitary workers.

10. 70 hi-tech underground waste bins have been placed and made functional. 

Now that’s called a smart solution! Hats off Mr. Sudhir Sharma. 🙏

Memory lane..

An unusual silence enveloped the place that usually was lighted up by life always! And there we sat, gazing at the purple evening, where clouds kissed and parted, only to meet sooner, and the cold night fell, like an ink on a clean paper. 

I would lend an ear to his memories of this place, while ordering another two cups of tea. Except for the two of us and a couple of workers, there was none. I could hear the cold air sonorating through the pines like chimes. “Buddies” was a pent up to his emotions that he kept bottled up somewhere inside him. And since then the place coupled perfectly with us every evening. 

A set of friends would come by at times to share a light moment after a rough day at work and I would watch them, listen to their endless talks and wonder how they managed to talk endlessly! 

On our way back, I would try matching his footsteps, or listen to him humming an old song, and the walk didn’t seem long then! We had befriended the paths, the woods, and the birds. What was to be afraid of then! I was pampered by his silence, I was embraced by his gestures, I was loved by his glances and everything around me was all about him! 

“Mine” 

I wasn’t unfamiliar with that silence! I could lounge in its warmth and dawdle in its chill! His careful whispers would startle my ears. He’d blow softly on the window glass and I’d gently move my finger on that fog to write the first alphabets of our names. And he’d  flash his rare smile, it would make my day! 

Never did we walk holding hands, for he felt his love was greater than possession. We’d walk to the scandal delights on the Mall, and I’d gaze at him in that balmy evening, in those dim lights among those unfamiliar faces and those colourful bottles of wine. He was a sort who would order tea in the bar and endlessly scribble on his notepad.

  Don’t drink beyond your capacity, we have a long way to go!” He’d say to me, and I would care less, for nothing could blitzed me any further! What his tea did to him, his presence did to me! 

And the night would be silent again, so silent that I could hear the breeze whispering to the leaves and fondling the pages of his notepad. I’d advance towards the window, to shut ourselves close to the world outside, for I was selfish to have him for myself, for a while! 

He’d open the window to let the moonlight flood our abode, and we’d sit beside the window, making patterns in the star studded sky. And I’d put my selfishness to bed; every minute and second, in every breath I took and every step I walked, he has been mine. 

Grieving hopes…

The ghastly silent dawn would draw me closer to the window, 

Where I’d sit for hours sipping the hot joe.

Waiting for him to finish building castles in the clouds 

flying rockets and Inspecting planets around.

With his tiny feet he’d come running to me

Rubbing his eyes as if it was still too early!

He’d jump in my lap and close his eyes,

For a little more than a while.

That warmth would fill my chasm,

And I’d pull him even closer to my bosom.

And then his echoing footsteps in the bare room

Would wake me up only to worsen my gloom!

My barren body would plunge like a dagger in his back 

His gloom would deepen but I’ll always have his back!

The balmy days would receive us with a frown,

Our lukewarm glances would weaken us down. 

The file started to gather dust,

Stronger and staunch grew our mistrust.

We’ve draped the sombre dawns such, 

Because sometimes you can’t fight the destiny’s clutch!

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My travel tales….

His silence cast a spell on me, sloshed me in ways no alcohol could! 

Black” he said, was his favourite colour!

And those cold nights in the blue hills, his silence kept me warm! 

There were times when he spoke, as if he had perfected the art of speaking! We took the long walks among the silent pines of charabara forest, that echoed with his shayari’s! And it seemed the birds too joined the feat! 

He would tell me tales about the haunted dhukani house, and I would drape my shawl more tightly, that was the time he would put his hand on my shoulder, that was the only physical touch we had, and it kept me warm till we would reach our abode! 

He’d ask me to feel the fragrance of the mud, freshly wetted by the elixir that God poured from above ; it would sedate my body and soul, and he’d say he felt the same for me! 

Those were rare moments when he’d confess his love to me! But I never craved for more. 

We’d savour the misty mornings with a cup of creamy hot tea. His fingers would flatter my tresses, I’d feel his tips caressing my nape, and that would startle me! There would be but us, the sky, the hills, the muddy aroma, his poetry and that sonorous silence! 

I turned the pages of his jotted reveries and this tugged at my heartstrings……

“Jab do logon ke darmiyan khamoshi aaramdeh ho, 
Jan jao ki tumhe jis pyar ki talash thi weh talaash ab khatm hui !”

Kaleidoscope of senses! 

I hear a thousand leaves fluttering as the wind blows them a kiss,

And the fallen leaves performing the same feat!

The earth’s tears make many people feel lighter! 

I see the flowers and feel earth exploding in laughter.

I see vivid emotions in the Hued sky,

And the silhouetted hills with a welcoming smile.

I hear the pages turning by themselves,

On the young writers desk.

I go closer and see the empty pages, 

‘Coz ahead of him still the whole life is waiting.

I see the sun always by the moon’s side,

Brings it to frame though it can easily outshine. 

Makes it shine much brighter as darkness falls.

That’s a love I desire for all!

I see the ripe fields swinging with a smile,

And the harversted ones standing upright.

Yes, because of the pride,

As they’ve given us the best they could provide! 

I like the raindrops racing on the window,  they compete without any fight! 

I Feel the damp window as if some goblin cried there all night!

The witches with brooms and the fairies with their wands 

I believe in the magic and the haunts! 

I taste a different world and love its bits,

It fills my voids and to it I proudly submit! 

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Her summertime sorrow…

 

The sun was slouching in the sky as if not yet prepared to embrace the moon, while she dribbled saline on her cushion every night, thinking about her own moon! 

She could feel the summer surging up and high, she knew there won’t be any blankets now to pull over her face and cry. 

So instead she thought of celebrating her lament, somewhere where she could sit with patience.

She went to the park, saw the aged and the young, and breathed some freshness to her lungs!

Some proudly draped their sorrows , some accustomed to their wounds, many lost their youth but never did they frown! 

They all had voids that eventually got filled, some had lost everything but their benevolence wasn’t killed! 

She realised however late, that her void is equally great.

Well, it was only the distance that could be bridged, not a separation that was hard to be abridged.

So she sat for the test, vented her inability in words, promising herself to stay strong, and now it no more hurts! 


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