Once upon a time, the Mysore Maharajas planted the choicest of trees on our roads, streets and avenues to provide shade to the bodies and green to the eyes. Selected with meticulous care, the trees neither took away the beauty of the buidings around nor hindered the traffic.
Thousands of parrots made these their homes. One of the complaints that was often heard in the City Corporation meetings then was that “these birds were dirtying Sayaji Rao Road with their droppings!”
Reading GOURI SATYA (click on the right), prompts a simple doubt: Just what genetic mutation has taken place since independence, in the name of democracy, that has robbed our modern rulers and administrators of this elementary sense of aesthetics?