Little green grass were peeking through the soft snow- The creek thawed and ran, all with flow. The parrots danced with the song of the wind- The orchids and bugenvilija lit the forest by fire glow.
For a change the wind rolled on the empty streets- For a change flowers grew by the tiles on the pavements- For a change the nature could be heard For a change the colours, rather than wildfires, took the forests.
Yet again the twentieth year of the century has come- With little colour of rage and claim his love, They all came out on the empty streets- Looking all around, to nurture us under their cosy cove.
For a change he was on the streets singing For a change we were inside, under hiding- For a change realisations were what we are a part of- For a change there was enough time for reconciling.
The six lane roads were deserted, the wings of the jets Were quivering, the rails gasped as thousands were locked for days The wailing noises conformed our presence, The tension and the fear brought back the discerned ways.
For a change they were together- For a change religion, colour were all in despair For a change no one had school or attend the desk For a change the family was in repair.
One who thought to be the supreme, held the stern Was now surrounded by precariousness, even uncertain than the fern Surrender and submit was only he could do- And keep rolling the unfinished yarn.
For a change the trivial character was salient to all For a change the break is now perpetual; The sable will be replaced by the new bright- For a change this illusion of stupor shall not stand tall.
When was the last time you saw
a tap leaking on the side of the road and closed it? When was the last time you
waited for complete darkness outside to switch on your house light? When was
the last time you used the timer of your AC? When was the last time you refused
a plastic bag in the shop?
We in this blog talk about essence of life, blue skies, yellow butterflies, violets and peace and tranquillity in them. What will we do when the sky isn’t blue anymore, when there will only be the skeletons of yellow butterflies and acid burnt violets to look at? And for this who is responsible? The answer to this question is well known to all of us. We all are aware that slowly we all are killing the beautiful planet.
The incidents taking place
like the Amazon forest-fire, like the historic cold of the frozen Lake Michigan,
the extreme heat in Australia, the slow melting of the polar ice caps, the
overall rise of the mean sea level and the mean temperature of the earth, we
all have heard about this, we all know it is happening. But do we act on that
basis? Do we know how much is really happening?
Here are some pictures and some data for some idea.
If we think air as a homogenous mixture of millions of little orbeze, then there are 412 more carbon dioxide orbeze in per million orbeze, when the normal number is near 200. CO2 levels are highest in last 650,000 years.
The global temperature has risen almost a degree since 1880. 18 of the 19 warmest years have been recorded since 2001.
Almost 13% of the Arctic ice melts every decade. 413 Gigatonnes of ice sheets are melting every year.
With that MSL is rising 3.3mm per year. In that rate in 40 years Osaka (Japan), Alexandria (Egypt), Rio de Janerio (Brazil), Shanghai (China), Miami (US), Bangkok (Thailand), Dhaka (Bangladesh), London (England), Houston (Texas) and in India- Kolkata, Sundarbans, Bhubaneshwar, Cuttak, Ahmedabad, Mumbai, Goa, Chennai, Bengaluru, Kanyakumari, all these cities will be completely submerged under water.
The oceans have absorbed much of this increased heat, with the top 700 meters (about 2,300 feet) of ocean showing warming of more than 0.4 degrees Fahrenheit since 1969.
Glaciers are retreating almost everywhere around the world — including in the Alps, Himalayas, Andes, Rockies, Alaska and Africa.
This
is the week of Global Climate Strike. It took a Swedish little girl named Greta
Thunberg to point it out that we adults are ruining the planet; we are ruining
the portion even for the next upcoming generations. We are the ones who created
the mess and we should fix it. Some points we can follow to do our little bit
to save our little planet:
Refuse
plastics everytime.
Reuse
the ones you anyway get.
Recycle
them when they are non-reusable.
Use renewable
resources of energy as much as possible.
Don’t
waste water, food, energy.
Plant
at least two trees a month.
Use
Public Transport.
Try turning
off engines at signals.
Try
bathing in bucket water, avoiding showers.
Use
the timer in AC.
This
is the bare minimum we can contribute for our Planet.
Let’s
build a beautiful planet for our great- grand children. Let Leila learn
swimming in a real pond. We can fix this; let’s act before it is too late. Let’s
build a greener world for a greener future.
The world is now after the unreal. The real is now hidden under a pile of unreal and illusory. The unreal is shown as the real now and the real is kept hidden. People feel secure and patient to think and keep themselves engrossed with the unreal.
“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”
With the changing environment and the complicacy being adapted by the human civilization the factual is getting harsh; but the real carries the facts, carries the truth. The speed of the world has increased many folds with the speeding bullet trains and super-fast internet speed. Even waiting for a minute for a metro or a second to open a page makes us impatient and the temper reaches new levels. But people are slowly forgetting the days where news would take atleast a day or two to reach the receiver. They pretermit the fact that it took ages to reach a letter to the town 50 miles away.
The world has gained speed and no fruit will come out of living in it. But ignoring and denying it can prove to be epidemic. The history makes us what we are. Respecting the past and being considerate about it makes us more contained.
In the world of full coverage makeups and photoshops an acne on a teenager girl is portrayed like an alien living on earth. The world follows and wants to be like the Kardashians than being like Jhulan Goswami, the fast bowler of Indian women cricket team, or Donna Strickland, the Nobel laureate. The flawlessness from within is not desired, or it is left much behind in the race with perfect photoshopped vogue girls. Getting up from bed is all about if you have had enough rest, that is enough to make you look beautiful, and that too in the eyes of your beloved ones. The whole world need not to know how someone wakes up and looks after having a good sleep. It is obvious that the hair will be messed up, the pores and pimples will be there on your skin, your eyes will look drowsy. But that will look beautiful in the eyes of your beloved. The real is more beautiful just because it is real.
“The real beauty is when you are centered, when our mind is with the truth..”
Sri Sri Ravi Shankar
In the world of entertainment and literature the fantasy is more practiced nowadays. With the world trying to invent a new way to conserve energy people get fantasised and entertained seeing people fight with bows and arrows. In the world of extreme level of world politics and cold wars people still get excited about dragons and Bigfoot.
No the world is not all about wars and politics. The wonderful experiences of eminent people are so inspiring, but a book of an autobiography is hard to find nowadays. Most of the books published and most of the series being aired are based on fantasy.
“I don’t think of all the misery but the beauty that still remains..”
Anne Frank
Is it such that people hiding behind the unreal to escape the reality? Is the world is too harsh to accept?
There is beautiful, there are flowers and butterflies still on earth. The sky is still blue and so as the ocean. The sun still sets with beautiful colours and it still rains down on earth and longs for the earthy smell. Feel the essence and enrich yourselves. The essence is not always perfect, but it is real.