“Priest,it’s the lunar eclipse today evening.what should I do to dodge its impacts,” one male voice uttered on a leading news channel.The vista of the news channel was a priest sitting along with a spruce and snappy lady,the correspondent of the biggest farce I had ever seen.
“This lunar eclipse doesn’t bode auspicious for the human species,it brings with it sufferings for human beings,people who have their mars and Uranus at the nadir will be the worst effected. They will lose jobs,won’t get a baby boy and will have their marriages at stake”promulgated the priest who was donning more than a dozen beadings on his neck along with 3-4 different colors on his forehead.
Had that male voice not uttered him Priest,I would have assumed it as some live circus show or 'the great indian laughter show' on television with this person as the buffoon.But he was not a clown but a smart professional who is fooling naïve and unsophisticated people of my country.
“Priest,what should I do to evade this ominous tragic event,”mouthed the male voice again.
“Take 3 bowls of oil,see your face in each bowl at an interval of 1 hour and at the completion of 3 hours,put that oil on your handpump,”the priest instructed,as if he was the biggest heart specialist of the nation and have had many successful heart transplantation feathers in his cap.
With almost 20 live calls, a dozen commercial breaks and the priest getting a couple of lac rupees for these crap and vulgar suggestions,the show ended. But it left me pierced and penetrated.
Penetrated because on the weekend, I found that the Lunar eclipse show of that leading news channel topped the TRP list of all the shows of all news channels for that week.
I was still a wounded person,and one day walking on the roads of Bangalore(I like ice-cream,so was going to the famous cool-joint of jayanagar),I found a funky billboard on the side of the road.
“If you are jobless,don’t have a baby,want to go abroad or have any other problem,we have a guaranteed solution.The solution which hasn’t failed for years.contact us at 98xxxxxxxx,”the board read.
Now the wounded snake,lion and Ravi Agni are very dangerous.You shouldn’t try to try them,but this board tried.
“Zodiac consultants,”a sweet female voice said.
“I am facing so many grave problems,can I meet the priest,”I said.I just wanted to meet that priest and hurl out my entire frustration at him.On getting appointment of same evening,I reached that priest.
“Hmm,what day and time were you born,”asked the priest.He was a funky priest,dressed in costly suit,I guess he had his farcical business hugely prosperous.
“11th September,4:30 am,”I told any time.
After silence of a few minutes,he started:
“your moon and sun are at their nadir,”the priest expressed his concern.
“Moon is the only natural satellite of earth,the place where the man has already walked in july 1969.And sun is the fusion of hydrogen to helium,the centre of solar system around which all planets including earth rotate.How can they be at nadir or zenith,they are what they are.The same for all,”I thought but didn’t utter any word.
“your mars is very dangerous,”the priest said making his face very grim.
“Don’t drive Red or you will die,”the priest concluded.
“What you just said,Don’t drive Red or you will die,”I was an enraged bull.Taking his costly kurta from his neck in my fist,I shouted.Unawares of this reaction,he stood still
“Tell me,what’s the connection between red and death,”I shrieked my lungs out.
“I said tell me,”I shouted.The receptionist from outside came in hearing this voice,but dared not interfere
“What in the hell has time to do with job,babies or foreign trips.What has lunar eclipse to do with mars,Uranus you bastards,”I said gazing at the receptionist.Anticipating that she could be given a slap-kiss on her cheek any time,she ran out of scene.
I pushed him back on his posh chair and came out.I am sure he won’t amend his ways
Coming back to my house,after cooling down I sat to write this blog. I am thinking what makes these priests or consultants evolve these theories.And with my observation and analysis,what conclusion I reached is this:
Superstition and politics has a very close connection. The development of a nation is inversely proportional to the superstition. The more developed a nation,the more people are prosperous,the lesser the mars,Uranus thing. The poorer a nation,the less-confident it is.The less transformed and transmuted public and the more superstition.
The nation India which has 28 percent population living below poverty line, and 1/4th of nation’s population earning less than $0.40 per day(you read it right),how can superstition be eradicated?
The naïve and illiterate people think these planets as supernatural powers rather than as celestial bodies,the celestial bodies which are nothing but gas giants or smaller rocky terrestrials.
How can stones like ruby,sapphire help one crack IAS,GMAT or CAT et al? How will putting 3 bowls on a handpump help one take a job or get a baby boy? How would putting a couple of beans in the river help dodge the sinister? And how would a lunar eclipse where the sun comes in front of moon effect our lives?
But I won’t get many takers of my post. There would be people who will still consider these celestial bodies as supernatural,if this post hurts them,then yes this is my motive. And if they got hurted,then I confess my motive fructified. Fructified because this hurting would help them have a relook at their notion and convictions.To look at the other part of picture-the picture where we find our lives decided by ourselves,by our own decisions,by our own actions and the picture where planets say that they are fine where they are and that they don't keep any interest in involving themselves in human lives.
We won’t be able to eradicate superstition unless we eradicate poverty from our society.Poverty and joblessness diminish their confidence and willpower. And one can’t get his life transformed unless he regains that confidence,the belief in his own ability and the fire from within to attain it.
Interestingly, I have the Red car which I have been driving for last 2 years.So I stop my post here because I have to drive the same red car to the McDonald to eat my favorite McVeggie with extra-cheese :-)
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
We were siblings sometime
On broken relations between siblings
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Tired, exhausted and fatigued, I returned back home
Power was off and the weather was hot
The generator of the building turned bad and I felt raged
It was the month of May and the rains were still away
Sleeping without AC, I can’t manage it, my wife told me straightaway
I called the power house, but as usual found the line engaged
I tried half an hour, but then gave way
Cursing India, I lamented the decision to return from the States
Throwing the cordless away, I gazed at my spouse
Seeking her furious, I proposed to sleep upstairs
Finding no other way, her infuriated contour gave its nod
Laying cots on the floor, I reminisced some thoughts
Bypassing those thoughts, I reclined on the floor
My wife cursing India asked us to go back to the States
Assuring her to return hastily, I stared at Moon and stars, and got framed by those thoughts
What common did I find in this moon?
I had got grey hair, but the moon was still same
The stars were same, the location was same and the orientation alike
Exactly Same what we siblings used to gaze whole night long years ago
We siblings broke up but the moon and stars were still intact
Staying together and loving and caring for one another
They were still ready to assist others, willing to die for others and as always happy for others
The Moon still had a slur
The stars were still twinkling
But those inadequacies were still not potent enough to tear them asunder
The cool breeze was still blowing
The Mother nature was still embracing me
The moon was composed and the stars poised
But their composure was erupting a volcano inside me
It were we who had changed
In our daily chores, in our hectic lives, in our mutual hatreds
For our petty selfishness, for our minnow benefits and for our superficial elegance
The moon was big and the stars tiny
I was elder and other siblings small
The moon succeeded to keep the sky in concert
But who had failed to keep siblings together was me
Moon never competed with the stars
It was never envious, it felt joyous on seeing the stars
But I felt jealous on seeing the siblings glad
I broke up with them when they needed me to stand
I got rich and they became impoverished
When they needed me, I left them exactly then
Moon gave its moonshine to the stars
Remained dimmed but beamed the stars
but I failed to give my younger even their right
Of sleeping on wet and keeping them dry
became the sword when they expected the shield
These thoughts were making it unbearable for me to sleep under the sky
The moon was intolerable and the stars were making me shy
Stars were making me feel opprobrious and disgraceful
The sky was disdainful and the stars indifferent
Cool breeze was blowing but I was sweating
All of a sudden I screamed and got up
It was 6 in the morning and stars had disappeared
The moon had went away and sun had risen
What happened, coming upstairs asked my wife
Was I in a dream, asked I
Yes you were, asked my wife
What was it about, enquired she
Of a person who fled his duties, replied I
Then I wondered what I replied
Filled with regret and remorse, I determined to repent
To make up for what I had done
So, when are we flying to the States,
This India is our States, replied I
We will stay here, and are journeying to my village today, replied I
I stared at the sky
The moon and stars were not there
But I thanked the sky
I thanked the power house and the telephone line
My wife gazed at esoteric me
While I kept thanking the sky
Thanking the sky
Thanking the sky
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Tired, exhausted and fatigued, I returned back home
Power was off and the weather was hot
The generator of the building turned bad and I felt raged
It was the month of May and the rains were still away
Sleeping without AC, I can’t manage it, my wife told me straightaway
I called the power house, but as usual found the line engaged
I tried half an hour, but then gave way
Cursing India, I lamented the decision to return from the States
Throwing the cordless away, I gazed at my spouse
Seeking her furious, I proposed to sleep upstairs
Finding no other way, her infuriated contour gave its nod
Laying cots on the floor, I reminisced some thoughts
Bypassing those thoughts, I reclined on the floor
My wife cursing India asked us to go back to the States
Assuring her to return hastily, I stared at Moon and stars, and got framed by those thoughts
What common did I find in this moon?
I had got grey hair, but the moon was still same
The stars were same, the location was same and the orientation alike
Exactly Same what we siblings used to gaze whole night long years ago
We siblings broke up but the moon and stars were still intact
Staying together and loving and caring for one another
They were still ready to assist others, willing to die for others and as always happy for others
The Moon still had a slur
The stars were still twinkling
But those inadequacies were still not potent enough to tear them asunder
The cool breeze was still blowing
The Mother nature was still embracing me
The moon was composed and the stars poised
But their composure was erupting a volcano inside me
It were we who had changed
In our daily chores, in our hectic lives, in our mutual hatreds
For our petty selfishness, for our minnow benefits and for our superficial elegance
The moon was big and the stars tiny
I was elder and other siblings small
The moon succeeded to keep the sky in concert
But who had failed to keep siblings together was me
Moon never competed with the stars
It was never envious, it felt joyous on seeing the stars
But I felt jealous on seeing the siblings glad
I broke up with them when they needed me to stand
I got rich and they became impoverished
When they needed me, I left them exactly then
Moon gave its moonshine to the stars
Remained dimmed but beamed the stars
but I failed to give my younger even their right
Of sleeping on wet and keeping them dry
became the sword when they expected the shield
These thoughts were making it unbearable for me to sleep under the sky
The moon was intolerable and the stars were making me shy
Stars were making me feel opprobrious and disgraceful
The sky was disdainful and the stars indifferent
Cool breeze was blowing but I was sweating
All of a sudden I screamed and got up
It was 6 in the morning and stars had disappeared
The moon had went away and sun had risen
What happened, coming upstairs asked my wife
Was I in a dream, asked I
Yes you were, asked my wife
What was it about, enquired she
Of a person who fled his duties, replied I
Then I wondered what I replied
Filled with regret and remorse, I determined to repent
To make up for what I had done
So, when are we flying to the States,
This India is our States, replied I
We will stay here, and are journeying to my village today, replied I
I stared at the sky
The moon and stars were not there
But I thanked the sky
I thanked the power house and the telephone line
My wife gazed at esoteric me
While I kept thanking the sky
Thanking the sky
Thanking the sky
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sponsoring education of impoverished
While I was working on my book(my favorite pastime),someone knocked the door. I get maddened when someone disturbs me when I work.In that enrage, I opened the door to find a beautiful baby, around 6 years old named laskhmi.She came along with her mother,our housemaid.It was her first visit to my house.I found her cute and her innocent smile melted my anger.
She at her best ability was trying to assist her mother and this altruist hard-work that she was putting and the gestures that were appearing on her face while putting those hard efforts were making her even more beautiful.
My house is not a one bedroom house. It can be called a mansion with three big rooms, a huge hall and a big kitchen.Her mother was washing utensils in the kitchen,so as a sort of time management,she picked up the broom to start cleansing from my room.
Now here my idiosyncracy started.
“What is your name?” I asked not to find any reply back.I tried 2-3 times both in English and Hindi but to no gain.
“Ok, tell me in which class do you read,” I opted to ask another question, but in return found that twinkly face turning grim. I could apparently feel a sad,sorrow heart.The heart which my question and my ignorance had brutally pierced.
Her eyes got brimmed up with tears and she started weeping with those innocent hiccups.Her small hands were continually wiping the tears off her eyes but her eyes were shedding the tears eternally to keep her wiping them forever.Her mother came from kitchen to mollycoddle the baby.She carried lakshmi in her lap and uttered something in Kannada,which I am not good at,hence couldn’t grasp. But it was inferable to me. She was luring the baby that in the evening papa will come back from work with a doll and after few such baitings, the baby came back to smile again and picking up the broom returned back to assist her mother.
What I later found was that my housemaid(who calls me Ravi Bhaiya) has 3 daughters with lakshmi being the oldest. Her husband is a labourer who earns 80 rupees a day. The combined income of the couple is appx 4500 per month,hence they can’t afford the schooling of their kids in a big metropolis like bangalore. Ignorant of these realities,when lakshmi sees other children of her age going to school,she gets immensely hurted and sometimes her sorrows come out in the shape of tears.And every time her parents allure her with the promise of getting her a doll which they never bring.
They left for another house and I returned to my laptop working on my book. Then the thought struck me that one day I will become a great storyteller,a millionaire, but what will happen to lakshmi? What will be the fate of thousands other lakshmis?Her tear-wiping hands were still vivid in my mind.I wasn’t wanting to work on my book. Her tears had pierced my heart massively.
In those thoughts,I opened my mailbox(which I unconsciously do many times a day to find no new e-mail) to find a mail from my organization about the need for sponsoring lifetime or yearly education,books and uniform of impoverished and needy children.The mail had been sent late previous night.Had I checked my mailbox before meeting lakshmi,it could have been another shift+delete for me.But this time I dared not delete it.
Yes,this is what I need to do,to sponsor the education of one innocent baby,whose fairy-land is the school where she/he wants to go in uniform,to study,play and become a self-dependant and confident citizen.Then I googled in my curiosity to find any NGO working for this cause and was surprised to find many volunteers and NGOs working and awakening privileged people like me who can contribute a drop for this cause to turn it into an ocean one day.
Next time,when I will meet lakshmi,I won’t have to pierce her heart when I will ask her the class she reads in.She will have the answer that she is in first standard and will tell me her name and her class in English,Hindi as well as in Kannada.And when I will write her an e-mail 10 years down the line, she will reply me on e-mail and probably 15 years down the line, she will also have written a book, the bestseller of that year.
She at her best ability was trying to assist her mother and this altruist hard-work that she was putting and the gestures that were appearing on her face while putting those hard efforts were making her even more beautiful.
My house is not a one bedroom house. It can be called a mansion with three big rooms, a huge hall and a big kitchen.Her mother was washing utensils in the kitchen,so as a sort of time management,she picked up the broom to start cleansing from my room.
Now here my idiosyncracy started.
“What is your name?” I asked not to find any reply back.I tried 2-3 times both in English and Hindi but to no gain.
“Ok, tell me in which class do you read,” I opted to ask another question, but in return found that twinkly face turning grim. I could apparently feel a sad,sorrow heart.The heart which my question and my ignorance had brutally pierced.
Her eyes got brimmed up with tears and she started weeping with those innocent hiccups.Her small hands were continually wiping the tears off her eyes but her eyes were shedding the tears eternally to keep her wiping them forever.Her mother came from kitchen to mollycoddle the baby.She carried lakshmi in her lap and uttered something in Kannada,which I am not good at,hence couldn’t grasp. But it was inferable to me. She was luring the baby that in the evening papa will come back from work with a doll and after few such baitings, the baby came back to smile again and picking up the broom returned back to assist her mother.
What I later found was that my housemaid(who calls me Ravi Bhaiya) has 3 daughters with lakshmi being the oldest. Her husband is a labourer who earns 80 rupees a day. The combined income of the couple is appx 4500 per month,hence they can’t afford the schooling of their kids in a big metropolis like bangalore. Ignorant of these realities,when lakshmi sees other children of her age going to school,she gets immensely hurted and sometimes her sorrows come out in the shape of tears.And every time her parents allure her with the promise of getting her a doll which they never bring.
They left for another house and I returned to my laptop working on my book. Then the thought struck me that one day I will become a great storyteller,a millionaire, but what will happen to lakshmi? What will be the fate of thousands other lakshmis?Her tear-wiping hands were still vivid in my mind.I wasn’t wanting to work on my book. Her tears had pierced my heart massively.
In those thoughts,I opened my mailbox(which I unconsciously do many times a day to find no new e-mail) to find a mail from my organization about the need for sponsoring lifetime or yearly education,books and uniform of impoverished and needy children.The mail had been sent late previous night.Had I checked my mailbox before meeting lakshmi,it could have been another shift+delete for me.But this time I dared not delete it.
Yes,this is what I need to do,to sponsor the education of one innocent baby,whose fairy-land is the school where she/he wants to go in uniform,to study,play and become a self-dependant and confident citizen.Then I googled in my curiosity to find any NGO working for this cause and was surprised to find many volunteers and NGOs working and awakening privileged people like me who can contribute a drop for this cause to turn it into an ocean one day.
Next time,when I will meet lakshmi,I won’t have to pierce her heart when I will ask her the class she reads in.She will have the answer that she is in first standard and will tell me her name and her class in English,Hindi as well as in Kannada.And when I will write her an e-mail 10 years down the line, she will reply me on e-mail and probably 15 years down the line, she will also have written a book, the bestseller of that year.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Are we Indians really human beings??
It's not my inference or any sort of conclusion,but a question to all fellow Indians? Are we really human beings?Do we Indians deserve to be really called Human beings? Do we befit this definition?
If this question frowns us,embarrasses us or even enrages us,then you are correct,this is my intention.At least this question invoked any one of our 5 senses,otherwise we have turned so insensitive that we don't deserve being called human beings.
As per the lexicon,any living or extinct member having superior intelligence,compassion,emotions,love for others,altruism has been termed a human being.The one who cares for others,transcends petty benefits,has realization,doesn't marginalize others only is a human being.Then do we really represent humanity?
The nation where malnutrition is among the largest in the world,underweight children are nearly double that of sub saharan africa,where we face power problem,water problem,infrastructure shortage,deteriorating environment problem,what right do we have to call us human beings?
We are happy to live without power for hours,to stand in the bus on 1 foot with 15 people hanging with one hand taking support of 1 pole,to die of hunger,harsh winter,harsh summer.We are massively ready to make compromises on inflation,environment,unemployment and still want to be called human beings!!
On any given day,any terrorist group can explode bombs in any part of the nation at will,rail tracks are sabotaged,roads are blocked,and we compromise on every such instance.In metropolis,we keep waiting for hours for traffic to clear and for hours for rainwater level to decrease.Did we ever question our governments about their duty? Are we really human beings?
We keep no traffic sense,every vehicle seems hungry just to make a labyrinth of the road and to find its own way,the nation where we have no option but to buy water for drinking else we will surely suffer from umpteen intestinal diseases,the nation where road-clash is a minor thing,the nation where we share no respect for other human being,the nation where being poor is the biggest curse and the nation where seeing beggars on the road is a common thing for us.can we really afford to be called human beings?
No no no...We are not human beings!The word 'human being' is a misnomer for us.We are millionares,we have a car,a flat,enough bank balance.done.our job is done.finished...We don't care for others,why should we after all !!!what shall we attain?
And for those who want to befit the race of human beings,you will have to take a vow today. Vow not to make any compromises.Not even a single compromise.
Let's reach every Indian using technology if not physically.Let's awake them.Let's reach cosmopolitans,tier 2 cities,tier 3 cities,towns and villages.Let's not bear any injustice happening to anyone.No more people sleeping on roads,no more people hanging on poles of buses,trains. Let the connectivity and consciousness of every Indian be our mission.
All in all,only he has the right to be called Human being who fights for his rights.Do we fight for any of our rights?Power,infrastructure,pollution-free environment,drinking water,meals,shelter,employment are not the goodwill gesture of the governments,they are our rights.To provide this is the reason why we have chosen them,this is the sole reason why they are there.
Tomorrow when we wake up and our neurons ask us-are we human beings-I wish and I earnestly hope that we carry an answer which doesn't embarrass us.
If this question frowns us,embarrasses us or even enrages us,then you are correct,this is my intention.At least this question invoked any one of our 5 senses,otherwise we have turned so insensitive that we don't deserve being called human beings.
As per the lexicon,any living or extinct member having superior intelligence,compassion,emotions,love for others,altruism has been termed a human being.The one who cares for others,transcends petty benefits,has realization,doesn't marginalize others only is a human being.Then do we really represent humanity?
The nation where malnutrition is among the largest in the world,underweight children are nearly double that of sub saharan africa,where we face power problem,water problem,infrastructure shortage,deteriorating environment problem,what right do we have to call us human beings?
We are happy to live without power for hours,to stand in the bus on 1 foot with 15 people hanging with one hand taking support of 1 pole,to die of hunger,harsh winter,harsh summer.We are massively ready to make compromises on inflation,environment,unemployment and still want to be called human beings!!
On any given day,any terrorist group can explode bombs in any part of the nation at will,rail tracks are sabotaged,roads are blocked,and we compromise on every such instance.In metropolis,we keep waiting for hours for traffic to clear and for hours for rainwater level to decrease.Did we ever question our governments about their duty? Are we really human beings?
We keep no traffic sense,every vehicle seems hungry just to make a labyrinth of the road and to find its own way,the nation where we have no option but to buy water for drinking else we will surely suffer from umpteen intestinal diseases,the nation where road-clash is a minor thing,the nation where we share no respect for other human being,the nation where being poor is the biggest curse and the nation where seeing beggars on the road is a common thing for us.can we really afford to be called human beings?
No no no...We are not human beings!The word 'human being' is a misnomer for us.We are millionares,we have a car,a flat,enough bank balance.done.our job is done.finished...We don't care for others,why should we after all !!!what shall we attain?
And for those who want to befit the race of human beings,you will have to take a vow today. Vow not to make any compromises.Not even a single compromise.
Let's reach every Indian using technology if not physically.Let's awake them.Let's reach cosmopolitans,tier 2 cities,tier 3 cities,towns and villages.Let's not bear any injustice happening to anyone.No more people sleeping on roads,no more people hanging on poles of buses,trains. Let the connectivity and consciousness of every Indian be our mission.
All in all,only he has the right to be called Human being who fights for his rights.Do we fight for any of our rights?Power,infrastructure,pollution-free environment,drinking water,meals,shelter,employment are not the goodwill gesture of the governments,they are our rights.To provide this is the reason why we have chosen them,this is the sole reason why they are there.
Tomorrow when we wake up and our neurons ask us-are we human beings-I wish and I earnestly hope that we carry an answer which doesn't embarrass us.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Greenomania
If I ask what's your favourite color, you will respond red,being the color of revolution, white,symbol of peace, pink,esthetic or even yellow,violet and so and so and so. But if you ask me my favourite color,it is Green. If you say I am greenomaniac, it won't be an exaggeration. I like gree vegetables, I like Green Granitas(at Baristas), I love green Saag cooked by my Mom(my punjabi dish), I love green ink to write,but above these all-I love green environment. The ecologically balanced environment.
A few centuries ago, green was prevalent and omnipresent. Then came our human involvement,or human interference(to precisely say). And this omnipotent species didn't take even more than a few centuries to make this planet greeno-deficient. Last 6,50,000 years on one side and last 2 centuries on the other, emission of CO2 and CH4 has been equal.IPCC(International panel on climate change) warns that 21st century will witness a 6.4 degree rise in temeperature. And comes with it many repurcussions: rise in sea level, increased intensity of extreme weather conditions,many more Katrinas,Tsunamis,Hurricanes,change in agricultural yields,and last but not the least increase of diseases.
It's getting very hot out today,all of you have said it to someone sometime. But have you ever realized why it is hot? Why the month during which we have had lot of rains, we are barren of any rain? Why we are witnessing these natural calamities, floods somewhere and draughts somewhere else? Who is responsible for this? Who should bear responsibility for this? Do you really want to know the answer?
If yes,then hear. The answer is we. We the people.CO2 and CH4 have increased by 31% and 49% since beginning of industrial revolution in mid-1700s.Do we really love our children? Are we really concerned about our posterity? If you want to know the frank honest candid answer,then we don't love them.Without mincing any word,let me tell that we are not concerned about them.
Are you really aware what will the planet earth be like,if we continue our emission of greenhouse gases at our present pace? If no, then the above information is for you.
So can we remedy it? yes,we can.Drive vehicles only if necessary.Adopt car pooling and bike pooling(more than 1 person of same company going thro' same route) to go to office,affording company transportation as much as possible, if office or market is nearby go on bicycle,plant 1 tree a month at least are but a few ways to adopt.
so,Homosapiens.let's Stop here and ponder for a while.So next time I ask you what's your favorite color. If most of you will reply-green and say that we are greenomaniacs, then only will you have the right to say that I love my kids.so tell me pals: what's your favourite color?
A few centuries ago, green was prevalent and omnipresent. Then came our human involvement,or human interference(to precisely say). And this omnipotent species didn't take even more than a few centuries to make this planet greeno-deficient. Last 6,50,000 years on one side and last 2 centuries on the other, emission of CO2 and CH4 has been equal.IPCC(International panel on climate change) warns that 21st century will witness a 6.4 degree rise in temeperature. And comes with it many repurcussions: rise in sea level, increased intensity of extreme weather conditions,many more Katrinas,Tsunamis,Hurricanes,change in agricultural yields,and last but not the least increase of diseases.
It's getting very hot out today,all of you have said it to someone sometime. But have you ever realized why it is hot? Why the month during which we have had lot of rains, we are barren of any rain? Why we are witnessing these natural calamities, floods somewhere and draughts somewhere else? Who is responsible for this? Who should bear responsibility for this? Do you really want to know the answer?
If yes,then hear. The answer is we. We the people.CO2 and CH4 have increased by 31% and 49% since beginning of industrial revolution in mid-1700s.Do we really love our children? Are we really concerned about our posterity? If you want to know the frank honest candid answer,then we don't love them.Without mincing any word,let me tell that we are not concerned about them.
Are you really aware what will the planet earth be like,if we continue our emission of greenhouse gases at our present pace? If no, then the above information is for you.
So can we remedy it? yes,we can.Drive vehicles only if necessary.Adopt car pooling and bike pooling(more than 1 person of same company going thro' same route) to go to office,affording company transportation as much as possible, if office or market is nearby go on bicycle,plant 1 tree a month at least are but a few ways to adopt.
so,Homosapiens.let's Stop here and ponder for a while.So next time I ask you what's your favorite color. If most of you will reply-green and say that we are greenomaniacs, then only will you have the right to say that I love my kids.so tell me pals: what's your favourite color?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I am setting off my day
And I got up,
Got up to find my life full of struggles
Full of miseries, sorrows and stresses
Repleted with defeats, setbacks and excuses
Life of a loser, a no-hoper, a failure and a lame excuser
Brimmed with helplessness, I am going to set off another day
To finish my chores of the day
To pass another 24 hours of the day
To eat another 3 meals of the day
To live as a loser for another day
To wait for luck to come for another day
To envy winners and to curse my fate for another day
To go to temple and to pray to God for success for another day
To keep finding excuses for all that went wrong with me for another day
To whine for meager salary for another day
To scream waiting for my promotion for another day
And to screech for my piteous state for another day
Having these thoughts in mind, I begin all my days
Not different from many of us who begin our days the same way
We who avoid accepting failures
We who envy winners but think that we ourselves can never be
We who wanna be rich but obviate efforts needed to achieve this
Will it ever remain like this?
Will I always remain a loser?
Will I always keep envying victors?
Will I always try excuses for my failures?
Will I always stay skeptical about my success?
No, today won’t be another such day
The muscles are reflexing
The blood is boiling
The heart is beating
Body is exuding confidence
I am feeling myself as any other winner today
If one human has achieved something, I too can achieve it at my own will today
I don’t aspire luck today,
I am not skeptical about my success today
I am not whining about salary today
I am not stressed about my promotion today
I don’t need excuses today
I would accept failures that come my way
I would learn from the failures that confront my way
I would combat whatsoever comes between I and my success today
I can win, I have to win, I will win today
With this thought I got off the bed today
Not to do same chores today
Not to pass, but to live this day full-of-life today
Not to eat 3 meals, but to arrange for meals for myriads today
To make my own path today
Not to wait for fate, but to make my own fate today
To become a formidable example for other to follow today
Not going to temple to ask for success, but for strength today
Not to screech for my piteous state, but to feel pride in myself today
I am setting off my day
I am setting off my day
I am setting off my day
Got up to find my life full of struggles
Full of miseries, sorrows and stresses
Repleted with defeats, setbacks and excuses
Life of a loser, a no-hoper, a failure and a lame excuser
Brimmed with helplessness, I am going to set off another day
To finish my chores of the day
To pass another 24 hours of the day
To eat another 3 meals of the day
To live as a loser for another day
To wait for luck to come for another day
To envy winners and to curse my fate for another day
To go to temple and to pray to God for success for another day
To keep finding excuses for all that went wrong with me for another day
To whine for meager salary for another day
To scream waiting for my promotion for another day
And to screech for my piteous state for another day
Having these thoughts in mind, I begin all my days
Not different from many of us who begin our days the same way
We who avoid accepting failures
We who envy winners but think that we ourselves can never be
We who wanna be rich but obviate efforts needed to achieve this
Will it ever remain like this?
Will I always remain a loser?
Will I always keep envying victors?
Will I always try excuses for my failures?
Will I always stay skeptical about my success?
No, today won’t be another such day
The muscles are reflexing
The blood is boiling
The heart is beating
Body is exuding confidence
I am feeling myself as any other winner today
If one human has achieved something, I too can achieve it at my own will today
I don’t aspire luck today,
I am not skeptical about my success today
I am not whining about salary today
I am not stressed about my promotion today
I don’t need excuses today
I would accept failures that come my way
I would learn from the failures that confront my way
I would combat whatsoever comes between I and my success today
I can win, I have to win, I will win today
With this thought I got off the bed today
Not to do same chores today
Not to pass, but to live this day full-of-life today
Not to eat 3 meals, but to arrange for meals for myriads today
To make my own path today
Not to wait for fate, but to make my own fate today
To become a formidable example for other to follow today
Not going to temple to ask for success, but for strength today
Not to screech for my piteous state, but to feel pride in myself today
I am setting off my day
I am setting off my day
I am setting off my day
Mission World
Was Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi always born a Mahatma? At 14, did he know that one day he would be cognomen of Mahatma? While studying his law in the English land, was he aware that one day, he would be combating the empire of a nation whose sun never sets?Did Nelson Mandela know when he was a child that one day, he would fight against apartheid? How much was King Martin Luther conscious while doing his catholic studies that he would fight against unfair treatment to the Black in the United States?But they fought, they led and they won. They won because their mission was not self-centric, they won because they had the zeal. The zeal to serve humanity, the elan not to bow to the wrong, and the penchant to be people's leader.They didn't have technology, they didn't have blogs, they didn't have mass-media, still they won. They fought for a cause and prevailed, setting for us the examples to follow.Different times have different problems. We don't face the problems that they faced. We don't face apartheid, we don't encounter colonialism. But we do face grave issues. We face terrorism, global warming, hunger, poverty, unemployment, disease, war et al. We combat humans who have forgotten humanity, who are self-centric, apathetic and indifferent towards suffering humanity.We have to prioritize these issues and fight against them one by one. Our mission is to make this world, Shangrila. We are marching towards a fight where we can't afford to lose even a single battle. Even a single battle lost will result in unendurable loss to humanity. We have to win every single battle, every single cause...Our mission is world. We have to change it and we will.Let's vow to make people aware of the problems around and to not sit relaxed unless we eradicate the afore-mentioned evils from their root.
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