Climate Change- A Reflection in the Pond of Anthropogenic Activity

Has anything ever remained the same? Everything has to change at a point of time and so have Earth and its environment. The Earth has transformed from being a hot spinning ball of fire, to becoming a cooler, water sustaining, habitable planet. And it will inevitably modify in the future. Even though over the course of time, this change has been independent of its inhabitants, NOW appears to be a different time.

Over half a century, the rise of development has been evidently proportional to the rise in the average temperature of our planet. It is not just surprising but also quite daunting to find out how detrimental our activities have been, to adversely impact a planet this self-sustainable and beautiful. The consequences of those activities have been quite disastrous. We might just need some ordinary heed to rectify an extraordinary deed.

In the light of the assaulted condition of the Earth, the following poem, ‘Besieged Immunity’ evidently brings out the essence of the consequences of anthropogenic activities and has been presented in a metaphorical manner with the earth comparing its sorrows to that of a human body that has been affected with diseases. It is in the form of some simple observations and personal ponderings turned into a complaint.

Besieged Immunity

Do you like, when the tiny creatures on your body, Give you trouble and make you sick badly?

The creatures make assaults,

How am I to overlook all their faults?

I want them to know,

The problems I face and realize to make a vow;

I don’t want to groom,

Just give my trees their own room;

Snatching my ozone blanket while I am asleep,

Will make you drown in my tears when after anger I weep; If my transparent blood will become poison,

That will be your dehydrating reason;

Who would like pimples so discrete,

That too made of concrete?

When your skin is dry, you apply skin care emulsion,

But how do I manage this extreme aridity and soil erosion?

You have blocked my water at several sites by your dam,

My mechanism cannot be mended by a stent that you can cram; You think my seismic interferons could cause an apocalypse, But it’s you, who wants to attack my body and make it a corpse; I let you live with me, so you called me mother,

Now you grow up to technology and not even bother?

Yours Truly,

Earth

Climate change as an issue is older than an old tortoise I know. When it comes to exploitation of our natural resources, it has become a deplorable and an apparently unavoidable hobby of the human race. We do not shy away from saying that this is ours to use and that Climate Change is a hoax. ‘Nature finds its own course; we do not need to be concerned about it.’ This mental ghetto has been a difficult one to come out of.

Through a popular series, ‘The Crown,’ the dramatization of the event of The Great Smog of 1952 in London and the fictitious reaction of one of the greatest political leaders- Winston Churchill to it can serve as a useful metaphor for signifying the acceptance of this issue in the capital and political modern society. In the drama, Winston Churchill is shown ignoring the Pea soup fog of 1952, considering it to be merely an ‘unusual and unfavourable weather,’ until he faces loss. The yellow thick smog, as a matter of fact had been a result of the coal burning that was used to produce heat.

Only until lately, it seemed as if the governments of the world wore a lead apron and climate change had been the gamma rays. The scientific findings never served their purpose. Imagine if at a construction site, a contractor takes up a contract but the workers go on a labour strike saying that they didn’t sign up for this. The denial for caring about our environment has been somewhat analogous: The scientists playing the contractor, his findings, speculations and solutions acting as the contract; and the general population along with the governments being the workers.

The Paris Agreement initiated by the United Nations appears to me as a health advisor which is going to aid industries and people to reform their ways just like a heart patient with smoking and drinking habits adopting a healthier, sustainable lifestyle. The question still is a huge one, who is really willing to meet the requirements of the agreement? The Author of the book ‘This Changes Everything- Climate change v/s Capitalism,’ Naomi Klein immaculately states, ‘It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on not understanding it.’ I believe that soon he would have to understand when his employer would have to reduce his salary to pay the taxes for his large carbon footprint and improvise for mitigation.

Giving back to the nature isn’t a selfless deed anymore, its decadence just like that of our Earth, began more than a few decades ago. From the quality of water, the purity of the milk we drink, to the quality of food we eat, everything has changed. And it is not for good. The soil we use for growing our food is likely to be contaminated, the water we use has unidentified harmful pollutants and the milk we have is obtained from adulteration with the above mentioned water, of an already low quality milk from the cows that have consumed the poor quality food crop. Now isn’t that an overwhelmingly disrupted cycle? Sometimes, the conflict of the deeds and conscience is so intense that there is no peace or comfort in realising that a conservative society is the one which has little or no belief in conservation.

Every culture and society of this world is unique. India is one such society. From an Indian perspective, a lot has changed. It had very commonplace eco-friendly things in use until globalisation grew. Repairing and reusing had been the very essence of the Indian society. People used things to the limit that they could no longer be repaired. The siblings used their older siblings’ toys, clothes, shoes, bags and many other things. However, now everyone wants everything new. And different brands from different parts of the world have a variety of affordability to offer. Somehow, this made the repair and reuse concept lose its charm.

The street side cobbler sighted repairing shoes.

Industrialization has had a major role in the economic development of the country but its effect on the environment hasn’t been the most prosperous. Being a developing country, this is a major setback in the quality of air that is available for the people.

The domestic animals have been the least cared for over the years in urban areas. They are not well fed and left on the streets wandering only to produce methane which is one primary contributor of the greenhouse effect. While in rural areas, there have been methods devised to utilise this methane in a way that causes less harm such as Gobar Gas but it hasn’t been the case in the urban areas where the problem of not feeding well actually exists.

Nevertheless, there have been a lot of concepts of sustainability that are so deeply embedded in this society that it is luckily, very difficult to uproot them entirely. And this is a very interesting attribute of a conservative society, the majority population of which is unaware of the issue and its severity.

However, negative speculations and bleak future should not cloud our judgement. We can do a lot! We are a population of 7 billion, even if each of us does a little; it is going to be a lot. If we use a wagon to collect raw materials for extraction of various products, we can use the same wagon to fetch the manure to plant a new tree.

It is still in our hands and they have never been feeble. If we can contribute to the environment adversely, we can definitely do something for its betterment. There are occasions when not the most social people have to socialise, the under-confident have to face and shun their fears; and all of that for their own good. I don’t see why the people cannot come together for the people’s planet.

It took many showers to fill the vast water bodies we see today: some were short, some were long, and some made a significant impact, while the others just added a little. Every shower contributed to make the planet flourish with water. We can do the same, even if we do not make a significant impact. Only if we begin with simple things, we can envision a path for innovations for sustainable development. Planting a tree, turning off the lights and taps when not in need; switching to cloth or paper bags and managing the waste better isn’t going to hurt. It is all a part of the healing process of this Planet, even if it shows the effect of a positive placebo (just like in a clinical trial) when made to match with the entire world. And believe me, placebo isn’t the most unethical thing to do in this Trial.

And then there are people who make a significant impact like an effective therapeutic drug. There have been a lot of people that have made changes that are nothing short of revolutionary. They have been made worldwide and have to be respected and the efforts of some have made people move.

Forty-five years ago, The Chipko Movement was initiated showing that roots of conservation have been this extensive. Another classic example of ‘Faith in Humanity Restored,’ is that of: Jadav Payeng, ‘The Forest Man of India’ who turned a barren land by the River Brahmaputra into a forest with his skills, single-handedly and proved to be a real Brahma Putra. (The son of the God who created the Universe and this man who created a forest) To save a barren land by the bank of Brahmaputra from eroding away, Jadav Payeng has been putting his continual efforts from 1979 to present date, to save the island of Majuli in Northeast India.

Don’t the numbers seem to overwhelm us? The complex multiplication of the produce, the subtraction of the consumptions and the remainder of the left overs, it appears to be a cumbersome problem. Augustine Johnny from the coffee plantations of Coorg solves the problem of waste management. He manages the waste of an entire luxury resort-‘Evolve Back’, using just organic compost and a piggery to help nurture the nature with the care that nature nurtures us with.

The teenage Wijsen sisters vowed to make their island- Bali, plastic-free and were remarkably successful in achieving so. People are adopting Zero Waste lifestyle which is a difficult concept to implement but noteworthy is their determination! With the wide scope of Sustainable development, Topher White, an engineer employed used mobile phones as devices to detect the sound of chainsaws to track down and stop the illegal logging in the rainforests of Borneo. This has been an invaluable aid for the forest guards.

Glacier melting and rising sea level is a key alarming factor of the Climate Change phenomenon. Sonam Wangchuk, an engineer from Ladakh region in the Himalayas chose to apply the concept of Sustainable architecture. He has made an Ice Stupa, a structure that resembles a Stupa, which is a religious structure, so not only would he get aid from Buddhist locals to build it but also solve the problem of water scarcity. In the months of April and May, farmers have had little water to fetch it to their plants while in the winter a stream of water came from the glaciers which used to go waste. So he devised a plan by which, in the winters, the water from the glaciers freezes in the form of this Ice Stupa and is hence conserved for use in the summer, when it begins to melt. This melted ice in the summer is then utilised for the growth of crops.

These contributions have just been a few; there have been plenty that have gone unmentioned. All the efforts have been made in a way that could not only impact the environment positively but also influence people to do something. For we wish not to say in the future that we are opportunity deprived, and elaborate that opportunity is fortune derived, only to realise that fortune was desire driven.

‘When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring.’

-Madeleine M. Kunin

Madeleine M. Kunin’s words in the above quote signify the assaulted condition of the planet and a premature drift in the seasons. Her words have a sense of optimism as she seems to admire spring but she very subtly brings out that there has been a shift in the conditions of the season even if the pattern remains unaltered. So this makes us nothing but hopeful that we would also see a happier spring when the nature is back on its course and has gone through the premonition of winter in the fall and its relent towards spring which can be metaphorically interpreted as a gloomy phase and experience again, the sweet air of spring. And we have known that we are very much capable to set the climate change free from the trap of our misdemeanours and bring it back to its own course.

Care has never been the strongest suit of humans, survival has. Nevertheless, sensitivity evolved and humanity prevailed. What if care becomes survival? What if the care for our trees, animals, oceans, rivers, forests and ultimately ourselves is to become our timely saviour against the fit we had begun against ourselves, involuntarily?

References:

Quote from Madeleine Kunin-

https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/madeleine_m_kunin_549628?src=t_climate_change

Quote from Naomi Klein-

Klein Naomi, This changes everything, Kindle Edition; Page no. 46 Augustine Johnny’s Story:

Jadav Payeng’s documentary:

The Wijsen Sisters’ Story:

https://www.ted.com/talks/melati_and_isabel_wijsen_our_campaign_to_ban_plastic_bags_in _bali/up-next

Topher White’s Story:

https://www.ted.com/talks/topher_white_what_can_save_the_rainforest_your_used_cell_pho ne/up-next

The Ice Stupa Project:

http://icestupa.org/

The images and the poem are of original composition. Besieged Immunity- Ananya Shah, June of 2016

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The Course of my Verse

Sometimes, more than usual, I sit to think,

The speed of my thoughts make me sink;

Long back I chose:

To channel my flow through a hose,

That of my bent prose;

Of trivial things my words were a part,

Thriving to write something worlds apart;

‘Do recite for us,’ they asked me,

Never could I recollect a phrase of any;

Here I come clean,

I play with words,

Not remembering always,

What they mean;

I do not know how it became,

My words got tame;

Most of those who didn’t care, appreciated,

But the ones who did, they said:

‘What you write is incomprehensible,’

That’s when I felt irresponsible;

Do I wish to leave,

The phrases I weave,

To the complex human brain,

Where varied interpretations rain?

My language got languid,

And my thoughts less fluid,

Only to realise retrospection,

Isn’t all that retro!

That’s just how the world seems to work,

People can comprehend me with their quirk.

I am a poetess,

That might lack clarity and finesse,

But for all I know:

I wish to grow!

Only when the fire of words char a charade,

Does pretence,

Make sense!

Oh! It struck me:

My pen has more power, than I thought,

It took me so long to see,

It wasn’t in the keys and cursor what I sought!

-Ananya Shah

The Whirlwind

The Whirlwind is a poem about one widespread grief that the world suffers from, today- Cancer. The tale of the rusted metal can be correlated to that of a cancer patient. In a wider sense, it can be related with any problems or difficult situations that one might have had suffered and stirred their way out of, triumphantly!

An exquisite piece of metal,

The carvings of which had to settle;

When the violent wind twirled,

And a truth was unfurled;

Through mornings of disgust,

It felt like unjust, the appearance of this rust;

Wondered if it was gloom,

That had caused such a doom;

They were just X and Gamma rays, none of hope,

That could rush it up the therapeutic slope;

It was only the generous smiles,

That made its joy, race for miles;

Situation couldn’t make it kneel,

Consequently, it could heal;

Many a holes did fate pierce,

But the perforation only made it fierce;

Carvings are for everyone, thought Almighty,

Durability is only for the mighty!

-Ananya Shah

Fuubutsushi 

This is a poem about how it feels like to have an approaching Amdavadi winter, i.e., the months of October, November and December.

Gliding my way through, in the rickshaw,                      I feel the breeze flow;

The colours of nature are full of splendour,               How I wish even people believed in such candour;

The breeze brings with it a feel of festivities,          Diwali comes with it’s grand merrymaking and religious activities:

The smoke of the agarbatti makes the holy incantation,                                                             Coins of silver bathe in milk and water for the wealth augmentation;

Worshiping the goddess of knowledge,                   Can make you study by rule as a pledge;

Lights and colours here and there,                            And the Joy of Giving almost everywhere;

The fall of dusk,                                                    Gives the air a dusty mask;

Grateful for my favourites to the farmers’ produce, Splendid it is to enjoy the flavours they infuse;

Any fragrance spreads to feel stronger,                    Such is the charm of an approaching winter!

Earth demands a celebration as it sets out pretty,    By shedding the leaves onto the ground like confetti!

-Ananya Shah


Picture credits: Pinterest 

Beauty- A beholder’s eye perspective 

Youth is a time where everything moves at a speed faster than imaginable. Seems like some powerful force always keeps on adding momentum to changes and transitions, even to thought processes and decision making skills.

At a moment something feels righteous and absolute, the very next moment, it feels fitting to rethink. This time is like building a home while managing on rent of a temporary home; everything that passes by is temporary on the basis of which you build your permanent.

Everyday, I wake up to a new idea whether or not I get to play with it is a decision my priorities at that present moment makes.

One morning, I woke up with a similar idea. I always liked to capture the nature whenever we went out on a trip. I never thought of it as a hobby. Social Media is one big circus of show off and that is where I got the instinct of pushing myself into inculcating this hobby.

At first, I literally found myself thinking; what should I capture, how does this person on Instagram click such amazing photographs ?! All I knew is that even I want to click photographs. I started to see things the professional photographer’s way. I tried but I couldn’t really think that way. I tried to click a bird on a branch of tree and the sunset colour but had to edit it to my satisfaction.

I couldn’t really find anything beautiful enough to give it space in my phone, let alone the camera! I thought nothing around me can beat the beauty of the landscapes I’ve captured while on trip or for that matter the other photographers do. I had to look for something. I couldn’t understand portraits of people. Why, would you shoot a person on your camera unless you know that person and you want them for memories?!

I started following as many photographers as I found and each one of them had their own specialty. There is a YouTuber called Connor Franta, I don’t watch his videos, but the photographs he has on Instagram are amazing, he likes to play with colours and shapes and patterns around him, it’s awesome how he finds so much beauty in the world around him. So, I figured that maybe photos are not for being ‘useful’, what matters is aesthetics, and how the photo eventually looks.

So, one day I was just walking through the society and what I saw appealed a lot to me, so I just captured it. It was a photo of a place, which I thought was invariably an amazing attempt. There were brick walls, bougainvillea and a cycle leaning the wall, all the things that I liked especially the brick wall, so I just took the place home with me.

As my Instagram influences grew, my interest in capturing photos grew even more. Then, I came across local photographers who shot the city and the nearby places. I was awestruck how the camera had beautified the simple way my world looks. I had grown to appreciate my surroundings.

One fine Sunday morning, in the midst of some conversation, my father tells me, ‘Rujoo, you click good photos, you should do it more and if you become an established photographer then we can have all of them framed and exhibit them.’ Just this statement changed everything I looked at from simple and boring to simple yet fascinating. And to be very honest, Gujaratis have enterprising in the DNA so my father’s deal sounded like a very attractive offer to me.

That very day, I happened to visit the old city. It is a haven for photographers. My mother has been telling me stories from her childhood in the old city, since I was a child. I always imagined what it’d be like to live in those years in a city like that. My mother is an amazing storyteller and can make you really visualise and imagine things and situations. All the tumbledown buildings and their windows, doors, the people and the temples of the old city, all tell stories, just like my mother does. So, I got myself into thinking, why don’t I take such stories home?

Then came a day, when I came across a photograph on Pinterest which was very beautiful and surprisingly it was a portrait. The name I saw was Steve McCurry. I searched if he had an account on Instagram. The photos he had captured can take anyone’s breath away! He has captured India and many other such countries in their rawest and purest form and yet beautifully.

Now I understood, that the photos were not just for aesthetics but could be used for documenting things the way Steve McCurry had. He has the finest portraits of the commonest people that ever lived, and that is the best part of it all! It turned out that many of his photos featured in the National Geographic Magazine’s as the cover page! No wonder they are so expensive, look at the way their content providers think and view the world.

The circus of Social Media is not exactly my place to be but I definitely found inspiration and that’s what I’m grateful about. I do capture photos, I’m not really sure how good or bad they are but just one thing that I learnt is to see the world beautifully. And I see that beauty in everything I see when I am upbeat: The venation of the leaves and how they look under the sky, the silhouettes and reflections of people, of roofs, of trees, the ripples in the water, the ombré sky, the green grass, the patterns, textures and colours that have been put together by God; the depth of a person’s emotion, the simplicity in the life of a street vendor, how indigenous a man in a colourful turban in a jeep with his family looked, the blend of minute elements to make them look heavenly together and man’s ingenuity to craft beautiful places to live in and around.

So, a lot transformed in the way I saw things, in the course of just a few months and that does not seem very ordinary to me. What I learnt was that:

You can view the things in your own way it’s your perspective that changes not the things. This is not a very difficult lesson or a new one, but I just realised I had found glory in this world, in the years that I am supposed to!

-Ananya Shah

A sketch of words

Raised by ink and paper,
She thought she was as volatile as vapour;

Nurtured by intellect,                                               Greater things had she started to expect;

Only to hear there was a voice greater than hers,   Never realised, with teamwork this world stirs;

I am not practical but only abstract,                             Is that why I cannot make impact?

A statesman explained: “you have immense power”,                                                                                       Ironic is his name who doesn’t like to do what he states but rather manoeuvre;

She discovered her emotions were for fiction,              Not to draft a human’s virtues of conviction;

Her grief was widespread,
Humans’ not committing is what she had dread;

Her team is best with Action,                            ‘Human of word’- God forgot to initiate this speciation;

 Verbal and written beautifully will she stay passive and stolid,                                                                  Or will she become decorated into something solid?

Fen & Family

Hello!

My name is Fen. I am Indian and I live with my mother and brother, Zee.

I was born in 2008. I had 3 other brothers, Butterball, Biscuit chewer and Relée were the names given out of affection. Our guardian loved us a lot. She was generous and kind but didn’t know much about nutrition. She gave us sweet biscuits but little did she know that it was not good for us. We were a happy family, my brothers, my mother, our guardian and me. Our guardian used to call her friends from the neighbourhood, who too loved us. I always thought that my guardian was biased towards Butterball and Biscuit chewer. She always told that they were incredibly cute and I was always lazy and sleepy.

Later, our guardian got busy in some work and almost forgot that we ever existed. This was after a year when her favourite, Butterball passed away in a car accident and Biscuit chewer lost one of his leg. One day, Relée just got lost and we couldn’t find him. I saw my guardian talking to herself that I had grown up to be sharp and smart just like Zee. And now we didn’t need her. That was not true! We loved her but she didn’t care for us anymore. I have two aunts, Bhoori and Jhari. I had an uncle, but he too passed away of rabies. Oh! I almost forgot that I was introducing myself.

        I am a Dog, no specific breed. Our breed is – Street Dog. Bhoori auntie is a Buffalo , Jhari auntie a Cow and Uncle was a camel. My mother is too old now, She was in a shock when Biscuit chewer died and Zee lost one of his legs. She can hear and see less. Here are a few details about me-
Address- A big house in Ahmedabad (Basically, Homeless)
Source of food- The leftovers in the dustbin and hawker’s tomatoes
Sleeping place- In the garden or under the car
Occupation- Unemployed, so loitering and collecting food
Aggressive about – (I hate caste system) Cannot help barking when I see those spoiled brats- German Shepherd, Poodle or Pomeranian in cars.
Happiest moment- When somebody sympathizes and gives food to eat.
          I am very well acquainted with this whole system now. I wish I could do something about it. But I very well know that we, Street dogs are fate less and never taken care of, creatures. I dislike people like our guardian, she took good care of us and we started loving her but she left us, when she realized she couldn’t do anything for us. She said that we didn’t need her anymore, like an escapist. Even then, whenever I see her, I am reminded of our good days and when I try to approach her, she shoos me away.
        My intention here, is not to arise pity but compassion for us. As I think that in India, not only are the people homeless, malnourished and overpopulated but even dogs! Thank you for reading this and if you can do nothing, can you just pray for the fate of my family and other families like us?!
                                                                                                                    -Ananya Shah

The Looked After 

Storming up the stairs, rushing through the corridors, opening and closing the doors of the bureau comes a man, wet with sweat, pacing heartbeat, clumsily handled bag and haywire clothes. As usual, he is late but fortunately, his boss is about to arrive. He settles in his cubicle, adjusts his tie and clothes and sighs of relief. 

Accustomed to his routine, he whispers a few words of prayer glancing at the God’s picture and lets out a groan when he sees his beloved sister, Sanghamitra’s picture on the desk. 

She had passed away prematurely a year ago and her brother, Aditya had ever since become somewhat dull. 

Aditya hears his boss coming in. On her way, she talks to the peon and tells him to wish his daughter a very happy birthday. Then suddenly, Aditya hears, “The peon’s daughter worked here as an intern, right?”

 “Yes, my boss has a sharp memory, she remembers all the birthdays once registered in her brain!” , replied Aditya. 

“Aditya, I want the report on my table by tomorrow morning, I hope you remember,” says Boss. “Ma’am but it’s not possible…” , replies Aditya in chaos and tension. 

“I don’t care what you do, whether you come tomorrow or not, I want the report latest by tomorrow morning! And besides it’s not a big task, it takes hardly 2-3 hours to make a report.” , yells the Boss back. 

“Just 3 hours, what a joke! ” mumbles Aditya , and feels stressed once again.

“What happened?” said the voice .

 “Look at this pile, it needs to be rectified and now the report! I wanted to buy Isha a present for her birthday tomorrow. What will I do now, Sanghamitra?!” , cries Aditya.

 “This pile won’t take long and the report will take another three hours.” , retorted the voice. 

“Really, just three hours? I know you, my sister, were an expert of this field, so it seems like my Boss was right about the time consumed in the report.” , says Aditya. 

The voice replies,” She might not be the expert in our field but she is your boss. She ought to be the jack of all trades even if she’s a master of just a few.”

 “Maybe you’re right.” , says Aditya. 

The voice inquires, ” So what are you planning to gift your wife on her birthday?” Aditya replies, “Well, I don’t know, I had actually planned to take her to the mall this evening and let her buy whatever she wants, but this report! Urghh!”

 The voice retorts, ” Stop complaining! Look around you, people are so happy!” “They all plan to go out all the time and their deadlines never seem to bother them, and I am here working all day and yet burdened all the way through!” , replies a disappointed Aditya. 

“You can still take Isha to the mall. Get these piles done by lunchtime and after lunch, try to finish the report by six and leave for home.” , advised the voice.

 “Alright, let’s get to work!” , said Aditya. 

“That’s the spirit!” , retorted the voice. 

After the lunch break, Aditya looks for the folder he has been looking for the past week to get started with the report but doesn’t seem to find it.

 “Go ask your boss, where’s the data?” , said the Voice.
 
” She is going to yell at me and I even wanted to ask for a half day leave for tomorrow, I don’t know what to do!” , stresses out Aditya again. 

” Just go to her and ask her! You’re stressing unnecessarily!” , exclaimed the voice. 

Aditya goes to his boss’ cabin and asks, “Ma’am, I am unable to find the data for the report.” “Okay you go, I’ll send it to you through email.” , replied she. Aditya gasps a word or two of relief and also looks a little surprised by his boss’ reaction. 

When he downloads the files from the email he finds out that those files already existed on his computer that too, on his desktop! 

“So, it was right here?” , asked the Voice. 

“Yes! I don’t know what I was doing and even more surprising is that my boss, in spite of knowing that, still calmly sent it to me again.” , replied Aditya.

“It’s because you made the efforts of actually beginning your report! And about the half day, just write an application and get it signed via the peon.” , said the Voice. 

“Yes!” , exclaimed Aditya.

At six in the evening, the peon arrives with the approved application and Aditya organises his report for submission. 

Happily, he returns to his desk after submitting the report and hears the voice again, “So, done?” “Yes, I had been whining all these days and you helped me out. Thank you so much, Sanghamitra!” , thanked Aditya. 

“Don’t thank me, thank your boss, she freed you from the shackles of your laziness!” , mocked the voice laughingly. 

Aditya giggles and exclaims glancing at the calendar, “That’s partially true, I am surprised she even approved my half day leave; it’s a peak time of the year for work!” 

When he looks at the calendar, he realises that he was supposed to submit the report the day after tomorrow and not tomorrow. 

The Voice inquires, “Well, does your boss know Isha?” 

“Yes, they were friends in school, I had seen pictures of them, why..??” , Aditya stops midway. 

He tries to recollect and reflect his entire day at work, takes his bag and leaves the office in amazement.

Lost in Occhiolism

OCCHIOLISM- n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all.

 A miracle was created,                                              The great mind had it curated;

Time flew and made it recur,                                When all of it had reduced to a blur;

A masterpiece presented with awe and splurge, History saw its re-creations with twist and merge;

A new crime in town,                                          Plagiarism as an allegation, makes an artist down;

Is novelty but a hoax?                                                 Their Art- from observing Maestros, they coax?

 Imaginations have to suffer and pay,                    With a constant fear of being labelled cliché;

Math is comically free from our cage,                       Has permutations and combinations to its advantage!

Re-creations and authenticity in a single box,                 Is the making of an artist an infinite paradox?!

Resonance in senescence 

 Across the river lives a spirit,                                     The possessions of whom, the new city doesn’t wish to inherit;

Raised generations and nurtured several childhoods, said it,                                                                        Youth gave aspirations that made them split;

With beautifully carved and archaic windows and doors,                                                                              Is the City that never experienced downpours;

Its beauty, the tourists loved,                                     Yet the natives rejected;

Cow dung, narrow streets, traffic jam everywhere,                                                                               Forgotten have they, they’ve had roots from there?

A population grew socially,                                          Led a life of simplicity;

A few smiles are still living,                             Responses and visitors are they awaiting;

Some streets forgotten and isolated, others at the mercy of trade,                                                         Will the glory of the roots of Amdavadis, so quickly fade?

Established by a crown,                                                 Will it outgrow into a ghost town?!

Kindly visit there often,                                           Temples and Heritage sites are wide open;

 And don’t let this elegy,                                                 Turn into a eulogy

-Ananya Shah