I have seen people either not willing to understand or not caring that their activities damage the facade of their building. They keep potted plants on their windowsills, water them to their heart's content, and feel good when the plants survive and blossom. They probably never look at the facade and realize that the paint gets damaged by the soil and water running down the walls, or they see that and don't care. Perhaps they feel what happens outside their homes does not matter.
It gets even more unfortunate when these people engage in the same practice at their workplace, and even worse when the workplace happens to be a recently repaired and renovated heritage building.
Someone has put a pt with a plant in it in one of the wards not under my jurisdiction. There are two muddy stains running down the wall, one from the pot and the other from water leaking from one joint in drainage pipe. It looks like a person's clothes after he has been stabbed. Perhaps the building feels like that. I spoke to the concerned head of the department, who seemed unaware of this, though both of us have the same view of the building when we arrive for work everyday.
"I will look into the matter immediately" I was told. "If a pipe is leaking, it will damage the building." So the plant and muddy stain were OK?
Now a week has passed. The plant is taller, the stains are longer and wider, and my heart bleeds a little everyday as I watch it, just as it bleeds a little every time I see the corners inside the building where some visitors have spat red saliva after chewing paan and tobacco.
It gets even more unfortunate when these people engage in the same practice at their workplace, and even worse when the workplace happens to be a recently repaired and renovated heritage building.
Someone has put a pt with a plant in it in one of the wards not under my jurisdiction. There are two muddy stains running down the wall, one from the pot and the other from water leaking from one joint in drainage pipe. It looks like a person's clothes after he has been stabbed. Perhaps the building feels like that. I spoke to the concerned head of the department, who seemed unaware of this, though both of us have the same view of the building when we arrive for work everyday.
"I will look into the matter immediately" I was told. "If a pipe is leaking, it will damage the building." So the plant and muddy stain were OK?
Now a week has passed. The plant is taller, the stains are longer and wider, and my heart bleeds a little everyday as I watch it, just as it bleeds a little every time I see the corners inside the building where some visitors have spat red saliva after chewing paan and tobacco.
