So much of a big city are its lights. The lights that you see when the aircraft begins its descent or the shimmering ones on the misty banks of a river – if you are lucky to have one; functioning, extra large and super-size like we have in Calcutta.
Then there are the sodium streetlights, gloomy and orange on the avenues while some roads are washed with the white of mercury vapour. Fluorescent lighting still flickers on the street where I live and each evening the world seems willy-nilly to be caught in the cobwebs of time. What would the journey be like from here onwards? Would we move forward or backwards. I miss the naked filament glow of the tungsten bulb.
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| Gloomy sodium |
To the west Howrah Bridge is decked up with fancy LED lighting that changes color with the mood of the city as does the lights of the Victoria Memorial (green for World Environment Day). The lights that light up this erstwhile capital of British ruled India, during the annual carnival of Durga Puja, call for a new post altogether as does those that serve the purpose of commerce – neon, high contrast displays, window lights. But I won’t venture there unless some Chinese businessman, their so sasta lights are all the rage during the carnival, or a grumbling Dutch multinational offer me a little commission for my efforts.
Till then share pictures of your city of lights.
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| The lights of commerce |
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