Adil Ahmad

Dawn, Friday, June 12, 1992 OUR OWN TRASH...... By Adil Ahmad Trash is a strong word. It conjures up all sorts of negative images - from the garbage heaps on the roadsides, to the Kalashnikov wielding, little birdbrain variety. All manner of trash gets generated in every society, the wisdom and stature of a society is determined by the reclaim ability, or recycle ability of that trash. What are we doing about refining our trash? At the moment it is stinking up the neighborhood. It is clogging the wheels of progress. It is degrading us as human beings. You can't walk the streets of your neighborhood at night after dinner. There is all manner of foulness lurking in the shadows. The trash is overflowing, over the top and all around. The potholes are wide open and the roads all dug up. Does it begin to sound distressing?! We haven't come around to the real trash yet. The kind that gives you blood pressure and ulcers, or just an old fashioned cardiac arrest! These ar