I wake up daily somewhere between 6:30 AM and 8:30 AM, not with help of an Alarm clock but because of constant ringing of the doorbell or by banging (not knocking) of the door, thanks to load shedding.
The person who help me getting up is a weird looking lady with no expressions whatsoever on her face.
She simply looks at me when I open the door and says Kachraaaa (yea the number of a’s resembles how she drags when pronouncing the word kachra).
For all those who do not understand what kachra means, Kachra means waste/dump/litter.
Every morning she comes to our Apartment to collect the waste accumulated in the day.
I have told her a thousand times to ring the bell only once or not to bang the door, but to no use.
And if, some one other than me opens the door instead of saying kachraaaa she says daha rupey (ten rupees).
I get irritated, frustrated many times, but I appreciate what she does, she takes the kachraa from our entire apartment (there are 7 flats in all) and dumps at a place from where a MNC vehicle picks up the dump daily or 4 times a week.
I know this is followed at many places across India where someone comes and picks up the waste from your home, but still in many places in Pune itself, I find people dumping the waste just in front of their houses or just across the road.
Streets are really used a dumping ground, how many times I have seen people eating and littering the street, with chocolate wrappers, papers and poly bags.
In how many beautiful public places and picnic spots I have found beer bottles, wasted food and other items simply left.