So, I’m The Great Indian Litterbug (TGIL). I get it that there is a campaign against me, which seems to be on me, but I really get it, coz I can dig sarcasm. I plead guilty as charged on all accounts that are exhibited in this video.



Well, may not be all since I don’t own a car and I cant remember ever puking out of it, may be I did, but as I said I cant remember. But, that’s not the point anyway. I do acknowledge the efforts behind making this campaign, and I’m all for it. At least the video is damn good. I never thought I’d look so good on camera doing all those things with all the slo-mo shots, my actions accompanied by a delicious voice over. I’m sold.

At times when I take a walk along the road towards my home, the place does have a lot of vendors on small wooden carts selling groundnuts cooked in salt water, that I’m a sucker to. Also, they taste great when I’m walking, so I buy them. I try to find a dustbin to throw away the remains, but I don’t really look for it. I get impatient after a while, look around and see if no one is checking, and leave it out on the road for the municipality guys to clean the next morning. After all, they have to do some work to get paid. Once I said one of them to clean the road properly, and he retorted me that I shouldn’t care since it’s not my father’s property. This action serves well for him, I suppose. So no one saw me littering. As I said I’m TGIL. No one can identify me.

Now, I got a loose bladder. Not one of my mistakes I reckon. I don’t always want an open space to let lose, but when I don’t get it, the first thing I do is, take my ID card, which hangs around my neck – I don’t like to use retractors – and hide it inside my pocket. I don’t want to represent my company when I’m being embarrassed. So while I’m in the act, I look around to see if anyone else is doing it along with me. We are brothers in arms, never acknowledged, never seen again, but we revel in each other’s presence. It’s a sort of comfort zone. I feel happy at first, since I have cleared my bladder, but guilty later, coz I know I shouldn’t have done what I did. The sad thing is I can’t undo it using Ctrl Z. I wish I could, though I probably won’t if I have to face the bladder problem all over again.

I have equally factious accounts of circumnavigation for other littering, and I’m sure you got the point I’m trying to make and would be bored to hell if I continue. I don’t want to present my side of the argument here. I pleaded guilty already.


As TGIL, I ask myself, does the video embarrass me? Hell yeah. Do I want to change? You betcha. When will I do it? Well, I’m planning for it. It doesn’t come easy to me, coz as they say old habits die-hard and these are the ones that are nurtured unconsciously. Now I have difficulties in getting a hold on the habits I developed consciously, so the redemption on the habits inculcated unconsciously will take their own sweet time. I’m not promising heaven tomorrow, I’m only taking the first step, it is conscious by the way, of acknowledging my part in the chaos, dirt and grime of our country.  The remedial measures begin right now.

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This post is written for Times of India The Great Indian Litterbug Campaign hosted by Indiblogger Happy Hours