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Today during writing my environmental science paper something dawned upon me. I left my pen and sat there quietly giving respect to my thoughts. It took man thousands of years to become civilized.Again thousands to build dynasties and kingdoms. Then few hundreds to build factories and then suddenly we find ourselves in a very awkward situation where we are able to calculate how many years our resources will last if we keep consuming at the present rate. Around 1830 we reached 1st billion ,and now in 2015 we grew to 7 billion. Is this planet only for us? So many species are living with us sharing our resources and we are just using everything for ourselves. I am not adverse to change and speed of change but shouldn't we stop or better say halt at some point and take a look around? our destination might have descended down the horizon.The speed with which we are moving ahead,leave aside the resources,leave aside the pollution, even leave aside the population , just think h...

My Simple Lion Raju, was the pet name of my simple lion Charles Richardson .Christened after the famed officer ,who liberated him from his mother’s arm, and left him alone to cherish his hard found freedom. Really? I don’t know. Who am I to question my commander. “He must be right.” “Am I too timid to reason? Or am I just like Him?” The liberated cub was brought to our camp- They tried to teach him habits, prevalent in the civilized world of ours. They planned, to make that child a gentleman. They chained him , to make their motives clear, They used hunter- (on my child) to instill fear. They barred the sun, from entering my child’s eyes. They stopped the air, from drying my child’s tears. Every night after 10, I sat near him. I tried removing his fear, I tried cloaking memories, of his mother so dear. One beautiful morning, when the officer’s daughter was playing near my cub, somehow, a drop of red blood app...

Through his Master's eyes Through his master's eyes, he saw his world. Through his master's voice, he welcomed his own peril. He had eyes, but was blind. He had a body, but lacked a mind. Without second thoughts- He forward marched, with rifle in his hand. He forward marched, on just a single command! Mesmerized he was, by his Fuhrer's speech. Pressurized he was, to unite the third Reich. He fought many battles, he devised many games. He brought glories back home,and spread fear with his Master's name. But one eventful night, when bullets were whizzing past his side, One came near and struck his thigh, the other came straight, and wrapped up his whole life. Back home, tears were shed, Family mourned. But unanimously,all the people prayed- "May that devil be doomed". His Fuhrer was blind, his Fuhrer was cheap, who sought pleasure, in killing the jews and the weak. ...

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Men? What are they doing,  with our children's lives. Giving them guns,  at the age of Five. Teaching them to throw grenades,  calling men, his three wickets. Is this how we play,  our decent game of cricket?  The land of Muhammad has been torn apart,  By men claiming,  to have a so called heart. The land of christ,  is not his at last, aah!  as, the clerics are outnumbered by royal guards. Who try to protect, the sacred land,  keeping a tab of the second's hand,  and (believe me, my friend)  they really work very hard,  to protect His land from our own wrath. See,                    What they did to,  our saffron land. Painted it red,  Just on their leader's command?  Tell me,                  Who are they?  What's their religion?  Do they really have a rational visi...

Voyage The day was bright, the breeze was cool. There belts were tight, and there stocks all full. With hopes high, and lust of discovery in there eyes, They left their homes, they left their wives. They left their kids  and,in a sense, they left their lives. They ventured in the Indian Ocean, The ocean their own, Indian in every aspect and yet so unknown. The crew consisted of men- men so dear, who vowed to accompany each other, till their end were near. As expected,                          Early days were good, Early days were bright, They spent their time cheerfully, forgetting the worries of their lives. But,                                           Slowly and slowly,as time passed (in that watery desert) the ocean changed it's colour, first...