Friday, February 23, 2007

For the space we occupy, such a mess

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Bob Dylan


There is point in life that you pretty much become aware you but a momentary traveler on this earth. The only thing that you have contributed significantly to is global warming. Now this is not to trivialize ourselves or put anyone down…but think of it like this…when one dies…how long do memories last. One generation, and that too with some hazy difficulty. My own are not worth filling a 20 page note book. But the damage that my existence has done is immense.

Oh yes there is some charitable work, and a few good deeds, perhaps even work that might make a difference. It’s not altruistic, just a way to keep body and soul together and hope that life lets you be.

This gloomy view of existence is really because I am working on a website talking about global warming. Lifestyle costs included, I realized that we are not really worth this earth we walk on. I mean, compare us to the dinosaur that walked longer on this good earth of ours. These toothy,apparently fierce creatures at least kept the ecology intact for mammals to prosper. We on the other hand, will leave very little behind. Never heard of Tyrannosaurus Rex creating pollutants, so as to radically deplete the ozone layer. Surely the murder and mayhem that we create is way more than these much maligned creatures ever did.

So we have a society, culture and writing and we have invented machines, many of them I use. But the point is, for the earth in the long term it means nothing. It goes on in its cycle, beaten into submission by us conceited apes. The thing is that we really don’t want to stop doing what we do, and leave our ravages behind. Perhaps we are quite ready to mutate shamelessly, to adapt to the changing circumstances and continue our humdrum existence.

Of course all this also mean nothing, if this was someone’s nasty dream, and he or she or it were to wake up and we disappear in a flash. Till we sort this out, let’s prepare for the doom….it’s at hand.

2 comments:

JLL India In The News said...

An outsized, gas-guzzling Cielo to transport one flabby aristrocrat ass from its opulent office in Koregaon Park to its luxury villa in Baner. Air conditioners in both locales (both big enough to accommodate five normal families) produce heat enough to melt a decent-sized glacier each day just to keep these overpriced properties cool in summer. Multipy that situation by the number of disproportionately wealthy families infesting each city on our planet....

Sure, nothing really matters much - it's doom alone that counts. And it'll happen pretty soon. In fact, at the speed of money...

Unknown said...

Hell! Everybody likes luxuries. Its not that, which is the problem. The problem is the energy being generated is generating carbon dioxide and other hot house gases. We have to find unlimited energy from sources that do not generate these polluting streams. Thats the quest on which the world needs to work really hard, together and fast. We are running out of time.