History from an Age of Waste.

I was in Pune for the day, Pune where the 'P' stands for potholes. Speaking about Potholes I saw a flyer when I was there advertising a photography competetion, obviously I gave it a look. Guess what the subject was ? 'Roads of Pune', I almost died laughing -a nice bit of public sarcasm, not to mention 3K to the winner. If I where to send in an entry, this would be it.



If you're as ticked off by Pune Roads as I am you could sign this online petition. Anyways, I was on my way to town and therefore I decided to take a detour through Khadki [Khirkee] Cantonment rather than the dug up Ganeshkind road. For some reason Cantt. roads don't have potholes but roads under Pune municipal limits have large gapping craters.



I've noticed Khirkee War Cemetry many times before but have never visited. There is a first time for everything. Behind the brightly polished red limestone plaque and the ivy ridden mesh fence lay a rather subdued, a depressing geometric array of white granite grave-stones all neatly paced out in neat rows and coloums, all facing this central block of sombre granite, as if they where in a parade of sorts. You could just imagine men them in uniform standing there on the richly manucured lawn shouting out their name, number and rank. There was a strange sense of history, a thought passed my mind that for each of these commonwealth officiers they're must have been a hundred of Indians who must have perished in strange corners of the globe. There was a history there, a history of an age of waste.





An interesting fact about the Khirkee War Cemetry for all reasons it's a soverign part of Britan.Therefore, technically I wasn't in India anymore. I've visited a war cemetry before German World War 1 Cemetry near the Italian town of Brunicho in the Italian Tyrol. It was pretty eerie too, the interesting part about it was they they actually had a section for the jewish soldiers that perished, not to mention their turkish allies.