Jokes on the Environment: Tall Tiger Tales

For some strange reason I get this rush of a chill down my almost non-existant spine at the thought of living beings vanishing forever, just so, one day. Being there one day, fearsome, beautiful, proud and lauded, and then gone – vanished forever. Can life be so fickle and so worthless to us ? So helpless as we make it seem?

Something called a Tigerthon starts all of a sudden. A magnificent cat is on the edge of vanishing forever they say. Something needs to be done so that the species may survive, they say. I guess, at this stage we want to be part of the event, be in the limelight. With all the media available it would have to be losers and all those that are no one who would miss out on not being onstage when History is in the making.  Afterall that majestic cat, so glorified by poet and writer, hunter and protector alike; so sought after – just a sighting of it so awe-inspiring, which we have been so overtly and with so much vehemence in pomp and show been protecting all these many decades, is finally hanging by its claws on the edge of extinction. That there are many other species long gone or which might so disappear which we may have failed to notice and to ‘protect’ so vehemently and with so much gusto and aplomb over the years is not important right now.(Who the hell knows too much of what variety of beings life sustains anyway). The lights are where the tiger is and that’s where we focus until the next time. And who knows , next time may not be the same Big event as The Tiger saying bbye.

There’s the bold statistic there that said there are only 1500 TigerS in the wild. Wow it would be real nice to have one stuffed for the grandchildren to see, when you tell them a Jim Corbett tiger tale by a crackling fire, to have them believe. Who will doubt that somewhere auctions are already on, trading at high and the bidding at a forever high. Tiger tooth, Tiger tail, Tiger Claw, Head, Skin, Bones. Theres nothing about Tigers that doesn’t sell. Now its going to be the stuff of History.

As for the guys crying Tiger Tiger … ( that does remind me of some writer having written something like those two words somewhere), like they found something new to do. HEY YOU GUYS WAKE UP. First let me remind you : The Tiger was ‘always’ an endangered species– has been for since my Daddy heard of its existence. It has for a long time been on the verge of extinction –  thanks for reminding us again. Project Tiger has been heard of by a large part of the concerned world – sounded good, like straight out of those Action movies. Save The Tiger. As well as lots of other slogans. Tigerthon does not sound too good under the circumstances – surely it cannot be that long a race. 1500 should not take too long you sissies! Surely you are much quicker and better equipped than those louts of the past! And India and ALL concerned nations and Organisations have been aware for a long time and have (without doubt) been doing EVERYTHING POSSIBLE to save that darned Cat. The facts and figures regarding these stupid animals that took up so much of space and money and planning and energy amidst  our already depleting land and other resources have been highlighted every now and then in the world forums and of course among the so concerned Peoples of India. Monies, have been donated often to save the poor critters. Funds have been raised. The so concerned Governments over the years have Financed and so have, I’m certain, those WWF, WTF chaps too, among all those unsung others. All having done their own sincere lot. And I have no doubts about the monies, that at least SOME of all that went into the huge National Parks, the research and studies, and all that had been considered essential and full of wisdom for the ‘protection’ of that animal pest that we have nearly done away with.

All those years and money and effort and we HAVE managed so far to keep the latest figure at 1500 in the wilderness. That stupid cat refuses to die. 

Now. All this noise all over again. One Big B growling, too, this time. What I would like to know and PLEASE, SOMEONE tell me, WHAT NEW THING are you planning to do? To finish with those last few darned cats still left, finally ?


The Book of the Saint

… And what is Deceit? The babe enquired of the old man.
The traveller smiled at the darkening horizon, his eyes reflecting the colors of the evening skies. Tis about embracing a friend and then stabbing him in the back, little one. Deceit is the will of evil and slave to Temptation. It comes mixt in the alluring silver streams that spring from the darkness of the Deep. Those that drink of the one, must then feed, on all others three, Betrayal and  Avarice and Greed. And in that sustenance draw darkness closer around them and be further from light of life; seek a more pleasureable path and be part of Another’s darker strife. 

 Deceit is all those lies, which must cause hurt and maim and bleed, that must be told to those that trust and those that love and those that have faith, by those slave to that vice. Which oozes from that Deep, which the angels fallen must keep, Where Archangel fallen from grace, waits proud in the darkness to reap.

The babe wondered. 

Don’t you fret that little head over it. The wise man said and smiled. Time to go home, little one, and soon time to sleep.

Under Seige

I am besieged . Pressured by the world into this dark corner from which I want not out. But someone help me, please.. my soul is dying. 

Iam besieged by loathing and hatred. And the frightening primitive law of survival of the fittest, that primeval craft a finer art now, honed to its most modern to fit into the world order of today, with newer ways to suit better the present way of life and the present system we call the modern developed world. I imagine I had a better chance then, when ages ago humanity (!) was still at a more primitive stage, perhaps even when barbarian. Only the weapons and the means have changed. The clothes are different. The languages spoken are different. Technologies make everything more global. We have the capabilities to strike more fatally today, strike harder, faster and further and engage larger targets. We are still the same. Apes and barbarians with a different language, a different sense of dress. Now we can do more comfortably and in a more organised manner and with better resources the very things we did back then. The dimensions have grown, we have our Systems, our Governments and our greedily consumed resources to aid our primate ways.

There is, in our Barbarian hands now, a very Primitive technology  as a machine gun in the hands of an enterprising, clever monkey. All the rest gathered around would look in awe and clap their hands in raucus glee at the few shots fired into distant tree. The sight of the slick, formidable and alien looking weapon. The heroic wielder of the gun. The awe inspiring sound of the shots. The amazing smell of gunpowder. The effect upon the tree. And the possibilities! Mesmerizing.

Not an eyebrow raised. Not a voice in the crowd shouting no ! when … Some such apes gather together and to ‘find out’  if there is water on a moon, BOMB IT. Clapping all around at the awesome deed done! At the ‘discovery’ of water!  No thought that there might be, perhaps thriving, perhaps hopeful, the last brave remnants of life where there is water… ! Give me a guarantee there isn’t and the right to sue you into oblivion if you are wrong!

Oh , but I drift! I am under seige, so help me please. Cornered by deceit and betrayal and lies. Corruption of all nature chokes me. I cannot hold against the rush anymore. The pushing and shoving. And blaspheming? No! that is just old granma’s talk. In a world where truth is about scientific fact, God is only wild theory right now. And don’t look amazed, there is no billions of dollars of research going anywhere in THAT direction. That kind of money only goes into POSSIBILITIES that are useful to mankind!

Someone help please. I’m beseiged by this organized mayhem and chaos. I am a misfit in a world where such hunger. Forgive me that I cannot eat dog. That, I refuse to do. But I am at my wit’s end now. Having fallen so far, I dare not fall further for fear that I am now closer to the dark, closer to that deep from whence rise these siver springs powered by the design of the that once Archangel who reaps of us now just as he has sown. Shall he win ? Shall Chaos rule here on Earth, too? Is there anyone left that has not been moulded in the design of the Fallen Ones? The harvest is rich I’m sure. I dream the fallen Archangel smiles his wry smile and laughs in the face of Him in whom we chose not to believe.  

And so I despair. My soul is under seige. It hath no place to go if ye God should defeat.

Caution: Plant Genetic Engineering

This with regard to plant genetic engineering. Creativity fuelled by the developments and discoveries of worldwide scientific research coupled with the easy availability of material and knowledge, when indulged in at ‘garage’ level, is bound to spawn complex problems in future.

We continue to ignore the fact that plantlife being an easy human target continues to be treated as something abstract. It’s time we began to treat and understand plants as a living thing. So much noise about humanity and animals rights by activists, but apart from deforestation vis a vis the environment plants are not understood as much else.

 Take note that we are playing, in genetic engineering, with that most important lifeform that feeds humanity and all life on this planet- indirectly if not directly- almost singlehandedly, maintains the balance of the soil- in its natural existence, and helps in maintaining the environmental and ecological balance (and relate this to land, air and water and all  living things on this planet). The culture of seeds and plants to increase yield to meet the needs of a growing world population or the fancy of creativity without too many checks and controls, is playing dangerously and callously with the laws of nature, which – accept it you brains out there, look at your daily weather forecasts and rate yourselves honestly for a change- we dare not pretend to know too much about and especially with regard to plantlife since THAT is one form of life which despite it’s cardinal importance does not draw too much attention as plants do not bleed or scream their pain.

All seeds and plants are in their current state of being through eons of development and change in their genes, in their shape and form and nature. Nature has its way of doing away with those that would interfere or go against it’s laws or against the very existence of its vast system. That the plants and seeds of today have undergone that ruthless test and survived/ been allowed to survive speaks volumes of their value to the this good earth. To change them with the limited knowledge we have for experiments’ sake or the needs of today or to engineer new breeds must be done only if need be and that with caution. A new drive is the need of the day to make aware the world of the importance of plantlife and need also of renewed endevour to learn more of plants and their importance in this our system.

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