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.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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.
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.
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