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The story of a bridge

entertainment Updated: Oct 24, 2010 01:51 IST
Mayank Austen Soofi
Mayank Austen Soofi
Hindustan Times
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We don’t expect aesthetics out of a railway underbridge. Minto Bridge, that connects Connaught Place (CP) to the New Delhi Railway Station (Ajmeri Gate side), is an ambivalent celebration of decay.



The opulent rotting city of the 2010 Commonwealth Games is a spectacle here. The bridge, built in 1933, documents urban crudeness, and is a comment on old-time glitter. Named after a British viceroy, this brick masonry structure is a homage to this dream-nightmare city.



Walking from the New Delhi Railway Station, you will not be able to see its familiar red. Billboards have overtaken the large segmental arch that spans the width of the road. In fact, the red colour is gone. While beautifying the city in the run-up to the Games, the bridge was whitewashed by Municipal Council of Delhi (MCD). Moss has surfaced on the damp parts. The roadside was laid with grass, which has started drying up. Saplings were planted. Flowerpots were arranged. The tunnel of the underbridge, too, had a makeover – its side drains were covered with cement slabs. It was cleaned of low life: beggars and addicts. We saw just one homeless man sleeping inside.



Before entering the tunnel, on the left, you will see a flight of stairs leading to an old landmark: Splash Bar & Restaurant. Its gate is closed, the lock is rusty and the yard within is forlorn. A giant concrete teacup and saucer installed at the entrance looks spooky. A guard at the gate said that the place shut down early this year. Popular among tourists, Splash used to be a watering hole to guzzle down beer with buttery

naans

.



People say Minto Bridge had a nightclub known for striptease acts. That mythical place, too, is lost with time. As you emerge from the underbridge and walk towards CP, you’ll see stairs leading to the railway tracks. The stairs are chipped, the railing head is broken and the tracks are fenced off. Despite the renovation, nature has won over – peepal and

tulsi

plants grow out of cracks on the concrete. Trains pass by after every few minutes; the engines roar and then whistle away.



Down the road is another stairway that leads to a listless railway office; its long corridor has old ceiling fans. A little ahead, there is a row of redbrick arches. The point of their existence is unclear.



Before entering CP, most likely, you will rush back to the bridge tunnel to feel its emotional quietness again. This quiet is made of dissimilar sound of trains, buses, autos and bikes that collapse together, then rises up in an echo. It then culminates into an overwhelming turbulence of your inner thoughts. Who knows, you may finally find yourself here.