Rubble of disquiet
Mammon scored another hit against God. The Cash Pharmacy in Bangalore, all of 98 years old, came crumbling down, writes KVK Murthy.india Updated: Sep 14, 2006 05:10 IST
Mammon scored another hit against God. The Cash Pharmacy in Bangalore, all of 98 years old, came crumbling down. Started in 1908 by a British gentleman, it sprawled across 2,500 sq ft. It stood where St Mark’s Road debouches onto the madness of Residency Road, stood these many years sadly shaking its doomed head, watching collective insanity run riot. Now they’ve got rid of it. The pharmacy was an inconvenient conscience-keeper and, like so many others before it, had to go, to ease the minds of the money worshippers. Mammon, unlike God, rules with an iron hand: consciences, beauty, aesthetics and God himself are for the sissies. Even the courts ceased being God’s temples long ago.
In 18 months’ time, a monstrosity will rise on Cash Pharmacy’s remains like some evil excrescence. Just as one rose over the now vanished Victoria Club, a faded memory now of gracious ease; gins and tonics on Saturday afternoons under its ancient tiles, or in its garden under the marvellous vaulted traceries of its famous rain tree. Today the glitz and tawdry glitter of the false God’s edifice hurts. Money rules, Mammon reigns.
Sometimes I wonder if God’s wrath will finally be visited upon this much hyped plateau as it once was upon the Cities of the Plain; but how much more of the soul must die for that to happen?
Or has God quietly turned his sickened, vanquished back while his adversary gloats?
Mammon’s devout will, no doubt, celebrate. The 12-year lawsuit was decreed in their favour, and they lost not a minute in carrying out the execution. The only tears at the Cash Pharmacy junction would have been the smarting caused by the pollution.
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note.