After Four Months of Plastic Bag Ban in Delhi
As I started my hesitant shopping and found myself carrying loosely, all the little items I had bought, I started feeling that my skepticism about Delhi’s ban on plastic bags had been unfounded. I was happy to put up with the inconveniences of bagless shopping: after all, what is the loss of a little item that unwittingly falls from an arm load or of a dress spoilt by leaking “shahi paneer” gravy compared to the loss of beautiful, clean world!
Picture: Sign at a Delhi Metro Station
The seepage of doubt is such a difficult thing to stop. As I grew more fearless in my shopping and my bills became more respectable, plastic bags mysteriously began to reappear. And my regret grew-why had I not bought the other things earlier for fear of having to lug them unpackaged. Doubt turned to disbelief when the dust laden winds wrapped a dirty, worn out plastic bag around my ankle in one of delhi’s wild wind storm, the ‘andhi’of Delhi that I otherwise miss so much. The gulf of my disappointment only widened, when crossing the Yamuna I saw its coast littered by endless stream of plastic bags- as I had seen in a picture six months back. The sides of Yamuna are lined by plastic bags the same way as the coast of Dubai appears outlined by little lights when seen from the aeroplane.


