Us and the Water Element

I find it hard to understand why we start discussing realities of life - and every one of them full of deep philosophies - when we are with a great and like minded group of people. It was one of such occasions when we were having dinner on the Baga Beach, Goa. We were full and standing in front of the vast Arabian sea. It was night and we were hardly able to see the water, but, nonetheless, it was making it's presence felt. People say water makes you numb, water creates agitations in your heart, water scares you, water makes you feel free, water teaches you to flow, water teaches you about uncertainties because it is formless, but it all depends on your own instantaneous mood. You cannot feel all these at the same time.
 It all started when someone said "I would not trade for the world to be in the middle of that sea right now" ; and it came crashing in on me the comparison between the nature and my existence. The noise originating from the sea waves was nothing less than a furore and the energy with which it approached us every single time was enough to arouse feelings of fear -  as if it would wash us away. The intimidation the waves created is undeniable but never once did they reach our feet because of the constant fight among themselves, obstructing each others movements. May be it's the natures way of controlling things.
And someone said again "what if you are traveling in an aeroplane over an ocean, and it crashes". It entailed a series of discussions. "Scary as it is, no one will be alive until it reaches the ocean", was a firm remark. "Human life is not that feeble, one will surely hit the ocean and then drown to death", was a counter remark. But the point is where do we stand compared to ALL that is called as nature. Nowhere. No matter whether we hit the water or choke in the air, can we do anything about it? Certainly not. Humans were given intelligence but no supernatural powers. May be it's the natures way of controlling things.

I see out of my window...

Two children playing in the garden...riding adjacent swings...their frequencies slightly out of phase. Their mother comes along. It's late. She is asking them to return home. But the playful glee is much powerful for their mother's words to reach them.She is trying to catch hold of them and the playfulness surmounts...they are running away from her...their laugh echoing through the humid weather. But their mother is clever. She is applying reverse psychology. She is walking away...leaving them...letting them have their way until they are exhausted. She is walking away...she is walking away...she is walking away...and the children are following her.

Mrs. Green

I was listening to a Thomas Friedman Seminar called 'The World is Flat' and was amazed how accurately things were portrayed in it. One thing in particular - not that I think it's a waste to find a chunk from our precious schedules to discuss about the other things also - that hit me in the head sharp was about the predicaments of this beautiful place we live in - the Earth - which I would refer to as Mrs. Green; someone we are fighting the Green Revolution for; someone, who long ago, stopped expecting anything nice from the hapless creatures dwelling her estates.
I, for a reason, think this name suits her more than any other. And when I say this, I am refuting the whole concept of Mother Earth. The way I see it, she is more like a landlady who leases places to live and all she expects in lieu - a lease has a payback - is a little care and respect; something which is worthless to our tiny and conceited minds. Rather than worrying about the fact that leases expire without a prompt payback, we, instead, ponder why her name is Green; you know Green suggests jealousy - and lets not even get into who has invented these color innuendos - Is she jealous of us (Is there any reason she would be?); because that's what we, the latest evolution of homo-sapiens do - thinking, acting, fighting, brooding over worthless matters.
Egotistical, as we are, it never crosses our minds that we are wasting the resources at hands. And then we start a revolution as an explanation to all our crappy actions - yes the Green Revolution. As Friedman would say, it is not really a revolution, and however absurd it may seem to a pedestrian mind, a deep-dive suggests it really is true. A revolution is a struggle where people are hurt, people are deprived of things they love, things they want. We cannot coax ourselves into calling this a revolution, with no one ready to part with luxuries that have costs to bear. For a start, we have to lose some of our artificial smiles. We have to lose to win. We have to bleed Red for Mrs Green to smile.