The MPPP is calling for a ‘request for proposals’ for a plot of land at Gurney Drive.
From what I hear, this plot is somewhere near the Gurney Drive roundabout and is likely to attract bids from many large companies. I am not sure where the precise site is, but I believe it is somewhere here (see below), perhaps around five acres including nearby roads. MPPP should tell us exactly where this land is located.
Will we see another mall or commercial complex with high density similar to Gurney Paragon sprouting up here? MPPP should tell the public what sort of actual density (excluding any area of the site that is already used by existing roads) it is going to allow here.
Said one activist, “This is the result of a projects-based development mentality and syndrome in the absence of macro-planning and policy to manage land use.”
In other words, in the absence of a gazetted Local Plan (seven years after it was approved), a field day for developers…
|Majlis Perbandaran Pulau Pinang|
|CADANGAN PEMBANGUNAN BERSEPADU DI ATAS TANAH MILIK MPPP DI PERSIARAN GURNEY,DI ATAS LOT 1011, 1373 & 2882, SEKSYEN 1, GEORGE TOWN, DAERAH TIMUR LAUT, PULAU PINANG|
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Blog visitor Khoo Soo Hay sends us this poem, saying he does not want a concrete jungle:
I need a mountain spring
I need to find a mountain spring
That man has never seen or touch,
That only deer come to drink
And birds and squirrels can vouch.
To have it bordered by plants
And small pools for peacock fish
To swim and play stunts
Reflecting its scaly rainbow flash.
And by its side monkey cups abound
Collecting dewy drops of rain
The agile monkeys life line bond
That is part of the mountain terrain.
I need a mountain spring
Unspoiled by human hands,
Its pure water, unwashed, unringed,
Left to wash only its bottom sands.
I need a mountain refreshed
By the sweet songs of birds calling
For their mates to build their nest
Amidst butterflies fleeting.
I do not need artificial springs
That sound un-operatic
(To) infiltrate our private space, bring
To our ear, music chaotic.
I do not need a concrete jungle
Where hills and mountains have vanished
No trees and branches jangle,
But cement, plastic and steel finish.
Give me a mountain spring
Pure and unsullied to dream
Before the rising of the sun
And lay down before the moon beam.
That is my last wish for myself,
And for others who love this earth,
That come what may, the shelf
Of life will continue to have hope and rebirth.