Are all the silent walls of Calcutta puffing and panting under thicknesses of myriad posters? Have they all grown weary of living with visual indignity? Are the grids of bricks dying to show stained teeth to the dwellers of an unforgiving time? And, am I to deem the rise in use of billboards for hosting movie-posters a kind move to liberate those wronged walls of Calcutta? [...and take the blush off her furrowed cheek.]
Possibly most of those who champion watching cinema in multiplexes by not minding risking fortunes over tubs of trifling popcorn, gaze only skyward while travelling in the open. They are not the common men in the street. Stretches of windshields and windows define their outlook. Things overhead as opposed to those on the ground catch their eyes faster. To hook that run of patrons the posters had to move up to the billboards. And, the bare walls sighed in relief as only an obvious but chance fallout.
That said, emptiness is what my city has never condoned. Engaging Graffitis will soon fill those freed walls with life.
