Here She Comes

The sky was a dull grey this morning. A fog breathed around the world, and many houses used internal lights to prepare themselves for the long day ahead. There was a smell in the air, a smell that could only mean one thing. She was on her way. She hadn't been seen for a long time now. Yet, with a silence that somehow defied her mere existence, she slowly made an entrance.

She finally made her appearance late in the day. And then she made herself comfortable. Her scent lingered wherever she went, a scent that is unquestionably unique, and that nobody else dare mimic. She dared us to come out and play. Some of us did. Some of us even ran around with her. (No, not around trees)

And just like every new arrival, she caused panic in some. Cynosure that she is, will she cause traffic problems? What will happen to airports? Will she just spite us and cut electricity?


That's right, the rains are here, and the scent of the first persistent rainfall on dry mud, lingers in the air as i write this. What surprises me is that even here, in California, with 1 inch of rain, people worry about power cuts, and traffic jams! What has the world come to......

A Rant

The world is always in a constant state of change. Through the years of their existence, humans have "tamed" the world around them. In the early days they had to rely on the environment to help them survive. Soon they learned the art of making tools. Stones became cutting instruments. They could make fire. They sharpened them, got better, and soon they learned of metals. Metals provided better instruments to help them survive. To defend themselves, to live, to conquer. In time, humans had the wheel, and slowly power. They created electricity, the telegraph, the telephone. The industrial age saw a host of new inventions, all making life easier, more comfortable, and quickening the pace of life.

One can say that all this increased the quality of life, to make humans live longer, fuller and happier lives. But look around. All this innovation, technological marvels we call them, are they really that good? The quantity of life around us has grown, but what can we say about the quality? Is this age of technological revolution really all its made out to be? The world is suffering around us, and the few that are lucky, are enjoying what they can of Gaea, before the greed and selfishness that is our primal nature destroy everything around us.

We survived one ice age, which saw a lot of the earth subdued. Now we are triggering a heat wave. A heat wave that is slowly snowballing into something that can have dire consequences. Are we really that cocky a race? Or is it the case with all the creatures here? The privileged few, rule over the powerless masses. A strong argument against my stand is that not everyone dominates in this manner. We have many people who reach out, and try to bring the world closer together, to better the people who suffer. But, how many, I ask? Out of the billion who can, a few million, help? Is that enough?

What can we do? If this is not enough? Baby steps is the way, but soon the baby must walk, and run. Baby steps cant keep going on forever. Education is always seen as the most important thing to impart. Once a person knows what is happening, he/she can always react to it better themselves.

The world is getting too interconnected for countries to stand idly by, and watch others destroy themselves. It is also too connected for countries to impart their belief system on others which are surviving. What we probably need is a dawn of realization. We need to learn to cooperate. We need to look at life without thinking internal bickering, or politics. Yet, I wonder, how can a social animal like humans ever lift oneself up from this petty behaviour? Well, we need to find a way, or else our days are numbered.

Hole

He looked all around him. He wasn't sure what it was. He just felt this gaping void. Unsure what it was, he got up, and looked ahead. The road was empty. He looked behind; the wind had dusted away his footprints. There was no trace of him, or his journey. By his sides, he saw the people he had made his journey with. Some were soldiering on with him, most were taking their diversions. There were roughly the same number of people now, as there had been at the start. Some of the faces had changed, however.

It had been quite an interesting journey, so far. Lately, the road hadn't changed much. There was no scenery in sight, and the sky was always a dull grey. Nothing like the beginning, where the terrain kept changing, and the skies would turn from bright blue to black with streaks at a moment's notice.

Maybe it was this monotony that had triggered it. Maybe a distraction was needed. Maybe, he just wanted to add to the scenery.

Whatever it was, there was just this hole, and all he could do was walk on.

Dominoes

They sat around the room, and admired their handiwork. It hadn't been easy. A lot of hard work had gone into what they now had magnificently spread across the room. Small bricks, in themselves quite ordinary, now lined up, in a twisting, intermingling manner. Together, they formed an intricate piece of art. Beauty personified, and intensely inter-linked. They were quite pleased.

All it took was a sneeze. That triggered 1 fall, the rest just followed.


Similar to whats happening around us today, only this wasn't just one sneeze, it was a prolonged infection of the flu, clouding the vision, and blurring the judgement of everyone at the reigns.

Small World

There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone.
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small small world

Half way across the world, he looked around him. Who would have guessed that this would have been the situation? In a country that the world aspires to be associated with. The country in turmoil slowly bringing every other country tumbling down economically. The interlinking was strong, but now the world begins to unravel the knots that weigh them down.

He looked closer. Reunions were taking place. Classmates for 10 years, out of contact for the next 10, and now living about 20 miles apart. Friends last seen 8 years ago, now in the same building at work. Classmates for 2 years, then for 2 more. Colleagues for 2 years, then 2 years of school, and now colleagues again.

Time really knows how to bridge the gap.

It's a world of laughter, a world or tears
Its a world of hopes, its a world of fear
Theres so much that we share
That its time we're aware
Its a small world after all