Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 August 2021

Let's Be Friends by Shristi Nangalia

16:00
“It’s Sunday! And it's friendship day! Let’s go fishing!” I was excited to test the new fishing rod that I bought. Coco, my Labrador, came running to me. Behind him, came my 9 year old son, Dhiru. But he did not look very happy.
“What happened, Dhiru? Why are you unhappy?” 
“Papa, why do we have to go fishing?” he asked in a sulky tone.
“Because... it is a holiday! Don’t you remember the fishes we caught last time?”
“Umm.. but don’t you think fishes like it more when they are under water? I mean, we only kill them for our dinner. We can have... veggies too...” he said.
“Woah, where is this coming from? You had so much fun the other day. I bought this new rod only for you.” I was confused and did not know what to say. Coco was staring at Dhiru too.
“Thank you for it, Papa. But I think we should not use the nature.”
“Use? Yeah, but we cannot do without using nature, buddy.”
“But we are using too much.... Everything of it. And in return, we give nothing.” Dhiru made me start to think.
“Who told you all this, Dhiru? The TV guys?” I really wanted to know.
“We had a guest at school yesterday. He talked to us. He is a conversationist.”
“Haha, you mean a conservationist.”
“Conservationist, yeah!” Dhiru continued... “He said... Our car harms the air, our garbage harms the soil, we use too much water everyday.... and now we are eating nature too...”
“We are eating nature?” I was dumbfounded.
“The animals, Papa! We are eating the nature! Nature has always given to us and we only use it without thinking.”
“But.. Coco likes to eat fish. And we love it too. Don’t we?”
“Yes Papa, but that’s not love. If we love fish, we should let them go. I cannot think of being killed and cooked... and eaten... and..”
“Don’t say that!!!” I shouted.
He went silent. He slowly put his head down in disappointment.  I put my head down too... in shame.
Coco got really stimulated seeing us sad. He vigorously started licking me and Dhiru’s face. Dhiru’s words, Coco’s expression, this silence... everything made me stop and... think.
“Papa, he said we have already used the amount of nature that was given to us for the whole year. It is only August. Now after this, whatever we will be using is not ours... not ours yet.”
“Really? It was the overshoot day?”
“Yes, the overshoot day. Look at Coco... the trees.. the lakes.. they are all our friends. They provide us with food, material and health... and company.” He made sense.
“Hehe, yes...”
“But only they do their part...like a friend. But we are not good friends to them. We only think about us. The wooden floor we are sitting on was once a green tree. They oil we use were beautiful flowers... Nature is all around us.. Helping us live.”
“That is true, Dhiru.” I understood what he was trying to say.
His face was still dull. I wanted to cheer him up.
“Come with me.” I said. Coco stood up at once and his eyes widened.
“Where are we going?” Dhiru asked.
“To the fishes.” I said with a straight face.
“Let’s just not go fishing, Papaaaa.” I could see tears forming in his eyes.
“No Dhiru, we aren’t going to fish. Let’s pick some fish food on the way and you can feed them all at the lake.” I smiled then.
“REALLYYYY... YAAAYYYY.” screamed Dhiru. Coco retorted with running around us.... jumping.
“Let’s just do what we can, from now on. Let’s be good friends to nature.”
“Yayyyyyy... Yes Papa, we will.” Dhiru’s eyes gleamed.
“Let’s go fast!” I said clapping my hands. Coco jumped more.
“Yes.. Let me get the car keys.” Dhiru stood up.
“No bud. We are walking.”

Monday, 14 September 2020

आत्मघात by Adity Sanker Pandey

19:21


उस कमरे के एक कोने में वो गुमसुम बैठा करता था,
मुख में ना शब्द , इशारों में वो सबकुछ कहता रहता था।
थे जो सवाल उसके मन में वो सबके लिए अनायास थे,
उसके लिए जीवन उसका अब बस उनके जवाब ही थे।
ढूंढा उसने जो किताबों में, कई मंदिर और मजारों में,
जवाब मिला वो पागल है, है शंका है उसके खयालों में।
फिर वापस आकर कमरे में, अकेले में सन्नाटे से,
फिर वही प्रश्न पूछे उसने इस बार मगर, दीवारों से।
क्या ऐसा है कि हैं ही नहीं वो उत्तर इस संसार में ही,
फिर क्यों ना किताबों कि माने और पूछें उस भगवान से ही।
हां अभी जहां तुम बैठे हो, हां वहीं बनी एक सूली थी,
हां वहीं फिर से एक और जान घंटो तक उससे झूली थी।

स्वर्ग द्वार पे खड़े हुए, जब उसने अन्दर कदम ना रखा,
परमात्मा को भी उसके फिर परमार्थ भाव का मनन हुआ।
दे दो उत्तर  उन प्रश्नों का मुझे वापस श्रृष्टि पर जाना है,
मेरे जैसे कमजोर पड़े नादानो को मुझे  बचाना है।
उन प्रश्नों का उत्तर तो तू उस धरती पे ही छोड़ आया है
यहां तो ना हैं सवाल , ना प्रकृति ना माया है।
था जब मनुष्य का सृजन हुआ, अलगाव का ना जन्म हुआ,
फिर भी ये कुछ यूं जुदा हुए, खुद से ही यूं बेहूदा हुए,
की एक था वही ढूढ़ रहा, जो दूजे के पास था रखा हुआ
फिर भी उसको ना फर्क पड़ा, पहला मरा या है ज़िंदा,
स्वार्थ इनपे जब हावी हुआ, "बस मै" का भाव तब हावी हुआ।
तुम्ही देखो जब खुद तुमने अपना ही संघार किया,
इनकी दुनिया क्या रुकी, थमी ? क्या एक पहर भी किसीने उपवास किया?
दुनिया तो बस चलती गई, चलती गई बस चलती गई।
 


Penned by: Adity Shanker Pandey (guest writer) 
Presented by: Darshatha 
Image by: Anonymous source of a beautiful sunset.

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Who is responsible? by Juhi Meshram

20:00

“Okay, tell me... The Radcliffe line was a boundary between which two countries?” I asked.
“India and Pakistan!” the little Aarav replied correctly.
“Oh! You are right. Okay, which union territory of India is the most populated one?”
“It is Delhi.” He said confidently.
“Correct! Can you tell me which Indian city is made of seven islands?”
“Seven islands?” There was a sudden change in expression on his face.
“Yes... Here is a hint- it is a capital city.”
“Um... I don’t know, didi!”
“It is our own city, Mumbai... buddhdu! Do you want to fail in the upcoming GK test?”
“But... Mumbai is made of islands? We are living on an island??” he got charged up.
“Hahaha...No, brother...Those days are gone. It earlier comprised of seven major islands. Back then, the British started a reclamation process... to link the lands and occupy the area of the sea....Look.” I Google searched an old map of Mumbai on my phone and showed it to him.
“Woaaahhh! There was water between Mahim and Worli... and Parel...Our Colaba was a separate island too!” he couldn’t take his eyes off the map.
“Yes, there could have been a beach at the back of our house.. haha!” I joked.
“Oh riiiight... So many beaches all over Mumbai...” his face gleamed.
“Yes...Okay now... Let’s get back. Ready for the next question?” I wanted to finish this soon.
“Dida, how was it even possible??... To occupy such a large area of the sea; and build roads, houses and... big buildings on it? Where did the water go?”
“Arey baba... They had to do it... the population was growing. Being a busy port city, there was an urgent need of industries, drainage schemes and water channels.... the Britishers foresaw a healthy livelihood of Mumbai... I mean, Bombay.”
“Wow, hats off to the planners... It looks kind of impossible to me. I wonder if Kishan and Rajiv know this.” Aarav was jumping in joy of discovering an interesting fact about Mumbai’s history.
This discussion disrupted the preparation session for Aarav’s GK test that was scheduled in a couple of days. Luckily, the test got cancelled. However, the reason was not lucky for Mumbai.
The floods had struck. Rain had taken a toll on countless lives of the city. The infrastructure, transportation... briefly, the whole skyline got affected.  The people of the city were expecting high economic losses and breakout of diseases. 
We, too, were stuck in our home with no light and water.
“Dida, where did all this water come from?” Aarav asked, staring outside the window.
“Didn’t you ask me, where did the water go when the Britishers encroached the water that persisted between Parel and Worli... and Colaba...? It is that water.” I was sad, depressed.
“What? Is it?” He was curious.
“Yes Aarav, technically! That time, several small rivers that ran through the length of Mumbai were filled. This affected the areas of dissipation for the water. Haphazard developments blocked natural streams and even destroyed the ecosystems.. forests... that were protecting us. No! We cannot blame the British alone for destroying the natural environment of Mumbai. Recent projects like the Bandra-Worli sea link, concretisation, further reduction of catchment areas.. all these only added to the inconsistency.”
“Beta.. What the nature does... is not in our hands.” Papa joined in the conversation. I did not know he was listening to me!
“That is the problem, Papa. We always blame the nature. But we fail to foresee the consequences of tampering with this nature. It is nothing but a reaction to our actions. Don’t you think nature have given us enough warnings? The outbreak of plague in 1890s and 1990s? The 2005 flood? Do you think nature alone is the culprit?”
Papa was about to say something... but started to think.
“I have read everything this morning. We are the players and only we are the culprits. Many have died and many more are on the verge. I am not able to draw a happy picture of the future of this city and it... it kills me.” I slowed down. “We have created the imbalance. We killed the wetlands, tree covers, mangroves, marshlands... only to write our own dark future. Can we not grow...and develop ....but only sustain-ably?”
There was a long pause.
 “You mean, selflessly?” said Papa.
His question was my answer.
Yes, we will have to live selflessly. Else, for our kids... we will only be leaving behind congestion, complications, diseases... and disasters. We wouldn’t be here to take the criticism, but this wouldn’t change the fact ....would it?

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