Politics & Society

Living for that one day

A routine sets. Invariably.
School. College. Work. We all have one.

After getting up in the morning, there is this imaginary list in our sub-conscious mind which eventually we start ticking off.
Bathroom : done. Breakfast : done. Newspaper : done. And so on subjectively according to our own lives. After some time. Once you set into college, or you get comfortable at work, this checklist is completed effortlessly and unconsciously. You don’t think while carrying out your routine after a certain period of time. Again not set in stone, but something which needs a personal touch.

Making the difference - Part III

…And again, a continuation to the small environment chain written. Part one was about garbage, part two was about plastics and this is probably the last one in the series. This one aims at simple ideas or thoughts, which everyone should follow. To make a small personal difference to clean up the environment.

Plastics!

I want to write this as a continuation, to the garbage article I have written earlier. Again, my ‘environment crusader - alter ego’ probing me to write this one.
At the end of the little garbage story, I requested the readers to stop using polythene bags. Here’s why:

Garbage here, garbage there, garbage garbage everywhere!

What’s on my mind right now? Apart from the stupid knee injury, is that why is there so much garbage being disposed? The amount of garbage that the couple of yellow municipality bins in my area have is insane. They stink, have a number of stray dogs (nothing against the dogs, but they might get infected and as their best friends, we might too) and are overflowing with the garbage growing exponentially over the days. It is a disgusting sight. I’ve also been reading in the news papers recently that Devachi Urali had become a disaster of sorts due to improper management and lack of discipline by the civic bodies.

Tenth Man Missing (Dashamo Naasti)

In a village there was group of ten buffoons. The whole village was tired of the activities of these men. The elderly of the village advised them to start some productive activity. The ten handsome men were intoxicated by the vanity of their youth. They ignored the advice of the elders and continued to while away their time.
One fateful day they met an old man from the neighboring village. He was the only man from the cluster of villages to visit a city. He told them about all the glitz and glamour the cities have to offer. The young men were deeply enchanted with the stories of the “good life” in the city. They decided that they will venture out into the city.