A Few Neon Lights???

I do not know about you,but I have always been fascinated by neon lights.Why?
I feel they are a part of my identity.I am a city dweller;that is my primary identity amongst the countless faces that we pass everyday.In such an overwhelming multitude the neon lights have stamped their identities with distinction,specifically in the massive urban collage in which we all are desperately trying to fit in.It is a typically urban thing.What is an urban thing?
Well,it is something that belongs to the city or urban collage only.Villages were lit by fire before the lights arrived from the cities.Now of course everything needs to be bigger,stronger and wealthier than what is required.So the those who cannot survive the sudden onslaught of the GREAT BOUNTY OF GLOBALISATION and technology must lose their identity.So we are on the verge of losing our villages.
The cities were however worst hit by this sudden change.Shops closed.People cried.Cassettes nearly ceased to exist.People cried.Affluence and Poverty touched record heights.People cried.The NEONs have withstood the test of time and this man made formula of fast-forwarding to the promised progress.The focus lights or the LEDs have not been able to replace the NEONs.People did not cry.
The neon lights came to existence when man could not quench his thirst for light in the cities.The Neons were created by and for the cities.They were the first harbingers of the cities of India.These lights like you and me are city dwellers.This is why they are a part of my identity as a city dweller.Trapped in the smog or horns of automobiles or ever walking men they set my dreams free.
Scores of street lights and advertisements we pass everyday.The beggar at the foot of lamp-post or the bill boards of EM Bypass or Marine drive etched against the abyssmal unending blue of the sky,making the soaps or colas more and more lucrative is so much apart of the city,and the city only.I too am a part of the city.So next time you feel lonely and that the sun does not shine on you;think twice.
Standing on a footbridge across a vast stretch of metal-road lit up by the shimmering Neons,fading in the distant horizon with the wind ruffling your hair and cars speeding by is a different experience.Life is not that bad.