Fresh with the morning sun a city looks up to you for hope and desire stored in the streets, lanes and by lanes. The days starts slowly till streets begun to rupture and noise full due to numerious modern 'engines' or psudo growth of humans. The run for the job, school, colleges, offices and business brightens the city sky, with the enormous reflections of buildings, cars and other moving objects. The hustle of the city dwellers catches up with the mid day and smells of various kinds enters nostrils of those who are outside and struggling with the heat. The indoor beings of the city, though are still cocconed in their nests like houses, whereas the workmens like honeybee collect the rewards to build and sustain their 'concrete' honeycomb. Thats' the life we are living, where city is alive as an natural organism eating the truckloads of the materials brought into its cityscape. 
You gain some of your identities and often loose many in the race for surving in the cities you tend to call your own. People gel and tends to miss their cities, as their own organ are attached and mesmerised by its graduar. No matter how big or small cities you might be living into there is sense of ownership and plenty of dejection from the its life. We are puzzled daily, and often enquire about the shifts in the physical changes occuring around us. Even after living in cities half of our lives we find changes still new to us, which keeps fellow citizens cling to it.
As urban planners, architects, designers and administrators, we are overwhelmed by the responsibility we often rarely realise to maintain and enrich the living city.
How do we do it? Whether we have spaces for all its citizenery? Whether our city godfathers run the city or people? Who owns and why do people throw others out of city? Do we have some sense and sensibilities in listening to sincere look of aged, children, women and poor? We know a lot of questions remains unanswered and many cannot be posed to right group.
You gain some of your identities and often loose many in the race for surving in the cities you tend to call your own. People gel and tends to miss their cities, as their own organ are attached and mesmerised by its graduar. No matter how big or small cities you might be living into there is sense of ownership and plenty of dejection from the its life. We are puzzled daily, and often enquire about the shifts in the physical changes occuring around us. Even after living in cities half of our lives we find changes still new to us, which keeps fellow citizens cling to it.
As urban planners, architects, designers and administrators, we are overwhelmed by the responsibility we often rarely realise to maintain and enrich the living city.
How do we do it? Whether we have spaces for all its citizenery? Whether our city godfathers run the city or people? Who owns and why do people throw others out of city? Do we have some sense and sensibilities in listening to sincere look of aged, children, women and poor? We know a lot of questions remains unanswered and many cannot be posed to right group.
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