Reporter's Diary

DISGRUNTLED AND frustrated citizens in various parts of the city and suburbs are busy blocking traffic, holding other forms of protest against the apathy of civic authorities to their needs. Even former super cops have gone on record proclaiming that they will lead protests right to the Chief Minister's doorstep, if necessary.

Have all these protests achieved anything? "Yes" and "No," say the officials targeted and the protestors. In several cases, at least "assurances" have been forthcoming and in a few instances such as the one on Bannerghatta Road, long postponed road repairs have begun.

Does it all mean that public protests pay? Still too early to say but things have been moving after years of near stagnation.

ONE DOES hope that the rainy season is coming to a temporary halt, at least. Otherwise, our Mayor will be facing an embarrassing time. He had set a few deadlines already for road repairs and pot-hole filling (not necessarily in that order) to be completed in areas coming under the Bangalore Mahanagara Palike.

At a "meet the press" programme last week, the Mayor, P.R. Ramesh, blamed the deadlines coming and going without much action, on the rain gods. His promise now is that when the rains let up, road-building machinery will be in action all over the city. He must be constantly contacting the Met Office to make sure.

IT IS very reassuring to find street dogs making your passage easier. For motorcyclists returning home in the dead of night, the menacing canines often spell fear. But thanks to some neighbourhood camaraderie of a strange kind, the dogs recognise a rider from the same area and lets him pass without a customary bark and a chase.

After dark, the dogs seem usually busy if you are a stranger. They bark in packs, attack passing cars and motorcycles in tandem. Nightshift vehicles, particularly from the call centres are their favourite chasing toys. The hot exhaust fumes on a cold night is just the trigger they need for a hot chase.

For many motorcyclists chased by the dogs, a potholed road often means an accident waiting to happen.

The canines, of course, are least bothered. Last week, a motorcyclist bravely announced to his office colleagues that he was chased for almost a kilometre by two dogs and still he survived.

By K. Satyamurty, Rasheed Kappan

By K. Satyamurty, Rasheed Kappan

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