A few days ago I visited Wazirpur, an old industrial neighbourhood in north Delhi. At some point, after the 80s (?), capital pulled out of the area in a big way, leaving behind an air of dereliction. Today, the place is home to a plethora of small crumbling workshops where precarious labourers toil for long hours, doing dangerous jobs for less than minimum wages.
* * *
The grey streets of Wazirpur, spotted with colour: some rotting cabbages and tomatoes wedged into the open sewer, as though a pile of damp rubble and trash had erupted from the broken concrete. The sun was out blasting its 40ºC onto the sweating heads of meandering locals and the soot-covered walls of dilapidated factories. Hive-like clusters of tiny brick houses perched all over each other peaked out from behind the factories. In the shadowy interiors of clamorous workshops, workers moved about to the…
View original post 818 more words
synthetic zerØ 