I stood, transfixed…
At the sight of the drain,
Choking in the things we discard

I stood, immobile, 
At the sight of the drain,
Experiencing the view,
Discomforting, disconcerting
I questioned, like everyone else
Who is to blame?
Were we to assume that our 
Crime scene and spilled secrets,
Will it wash away with the rain?

I stood, wondering
Were we an unsuspecting accessory?
Were we delusional, in thinking 
Nothing is wrong!
But  are the encroachments the only fault?
Why is there no respite, from urban flooding?
Why the purposeful avoidance?
What are we unseeing?

I stood, transfixed
At the sight of the drain
Desolate and deary,
The stink of the garbage
The coloured waters,
Lying scorched,
Yet, taken for granted,
Absorbed into the drain of nothingness…

I stood, transfixed
At the sight of the drain
At the sight of the greens, in the middle 
Of the rubbish,
An oddity, but one of hope
Of free flowing waters…

I stood, transfixed
At the sight of the drain,
Yet there is story to be told,
That moves past grim newspaper reports,
Blame games and frothing lakes…
There is a story to be told,
That moves past the act of cleaning and beautifying,
The moves past man-made constructions,

I stood, transfixed
At the sight of the drain,
Yet there is a story to be told…
-Pinky Chandran

Storm Water drains are important lifelines in the city and built with a fantastic vision for the city’s  water sufficiency. But today it has become a public space for dumping garbage resulting in flooding during the rain in a metro city , the silicon city Bengaluru.

`As the drain goes’, is a collaborative photo project that looks at the Koramangala Valley pathway in Bangalore ( from Majestic to Belandur lake), making sense of relationship with garbage and drains