Udaipur, the city of lakes as it is called, never fails to amuse me. You might think that obviously it is known as one of the most beautiful cities and is a great tourists place but the truth is far from all your imaginations. Still some of them are true like there are lakes, few inches above the ground thanks to the recent rainfall otherwise one could have easily played cricket with the kids there. So, there are lakes with city garbage swimming over them. Instead of fishes or birds you will find variety of plastics, bottles, food materials on them. If you choose not to see this and turn your face in other direction then another view comes up of a rustic old woman frowning to see you and washing her clothes in the same water where your boat corners. Ok, you can close your eyes to this too and move forward in the garden. Ah,
the garden, you expect it to be blooming with the beauty. Rub your eyes, yes do it, because what you are seeing is true. A family of seven is sitting in a circle and is throwing more not in the dustbin but all around it and eating less. This is disheartening, heartbreaking, please open the dictionary and find more words to describe my feelings. How dearly I love this city, nobody can imagine and how much it hurts to see this situation of one glorified city of Maharana Pratap none can imagine. From the very childhood I have been hearing about its kings and beautiful surroundings. My memory has been enriched by the varied stories of my father’s escapades in its jungle. Everything is gone. Now, Its green in patches, its overpopulated with the people who don’t give a damn about it, they all want to go abroad kicking beside the place which is so rich in culture, beauty and love. Even if it’s all brown and dirty, even if its lakes are getting dirty and people are misusing its resources, I will love it. I will love it for what it was once and what it is now. And I don’t care if government is sleeping or the people of this country are sleeping. I will take up this challenge to clean it. Even if it’s going to be a meager effort, still I am going to do it, for my own satisfaction.
the garden, you expect it to be blooming with the beauty. Rub your eyes, yes do it, because what you are seeing is true. A family of seven is sitting in a circle and is throwing more not in the dustbin but all around it and eating less. This is disheartening, heartbreaking, please open the dictionary and find more words to describe my feelings. How dearly I love this city, nobody can imagine and how much it hurts to see this situation of one glorified city of Maharana Pratap none can imagine. From the very childhood I have been hearing about its kings and beautiful surroundings. My memory has been enriched by the varied stories of my father’s escapades in its jungle. Everything is gone. Now, Its green in patches, its overpopulated with the people who don’t give a damn about it, they all want to go abroad kicking beside the place which is so rich in culture, beauty and love. Even if it’s all brown and dirty, even if its lakes are getting dirty and people are misusing its resources, I will love it. I will love it for what it was once and what it is now. And I don’t care if government is sleeping or the people of this country are sleeping. I will take up this challenge to clean it. Even if it’s going to be a meager effort, still I am going to do it, for my own satisfaction.
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