Monday, August 06, 2012

HMT TOWNSHIP, PINJORE, HARYANA

What its factory produces are dumped into Madhya Pradesh and today, outsiders are being allowed to rent apartments in the township, for lack of tenants. Steven Philip Warner visits a township that Nehru proudly inaugurated 47 years back, but today, is fast running out of breath...

Today, the township is just a shadow of what it was even twenty years back. Even the fleet of HMT buses that were once proudly owned by the PSU, is today being operated by private local players. And as far as the colony goes, for lack of tenants, the HMT authority has stated renting out the apartments to outsiders (including workers of banks in-and-around the township, CRPF officials, et al). “It remains nothing like it was when I moved in. I don’t even talk to my neighbours today,” states Passi with a low-voice. The rented apartment, for which he has to shell out Rs.3,500 every month digs deep into his pocket, considering that he receives “less than that” amount per month, under the ill-crafted pension scheme! Today, the newly retired are being forced out of the township – surely an indication that the government is no longer too keen to bear the burden of a close-to-dormant locality.

Nehru wouldn’t have smiled, had he seen the manner in which black mud is stacked right outside the main entrance of the brick & white coloured, three-storied main office, fully covering the now-dead man-made fountains that once added to the beauty of the landscape. “Two years at worst, five at best, is all it will take for this facility to either close down or be sold-off. God knows what will happen to this township,” forecasts Passi. The only element of pride that you’d feel on your visit to the township today, is the Indian tri-colour, which still flies high, atop the HMT tower. There is however hope that life may get pumped-back into this township if and once this facility is privatised. But will a former employee of a dead Government of India Undertaking be allowed to live in this ‘Restricted Area’? Two years at worst, five at best… and we’ll get to know that then. Hold your horses. We’re almost there!