A Gentle Glance


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A gentle glance


Let’s step down for awhile

And come back to Earth.

Time to breathe deep inhale

And make our souls strong again.

A park bench is saying


See the children playing.

We pass it by in our haste!

A slower pace!

That is the future.

Truthfully we are lost in our lives. Insane.

Time to go in a huddle

The way they do before a big game.

The Earth has wilted!

Make a plan

Save the land.

Slow down

Do play on your ecological fears

Plan your Green for the coming years

The fire is on the ground.

We have to step down our ladders

A few rungs at a time and embrace the world.

Let’s do the things we did as kids

Go round and round dirty our mitts

Play in the mud and sift the sand

Grab the world with our hands.

When is enough?

We are gouging the earth

Suckling her to death!

Remember the sixties call

Stop the world I want to get off

Well let’s not stop it

Just slow it down a bit!

Don’t run slow down just sit.

How will we reconcile growth with sustainenance?

Perhaps by being misers with our natural resources.

This is our penance

Resist all prejudiced forces

Grab a cloth bag use recyclable things

Let old satchels be our bling

Not being sarcastic

Just please shun plastic

It is killing the world

Its filled up the oceans now it’s in the air

The situation is enough to scare

This is the time to plan

The rest of our lives on this land

Although the panic button has been pressed

It’s now time to be on our behaviour best


Let’s deck up old things make them fine

Like New York Highline-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_Line

Let people catch up

Set out an hour to paint

To sculpt, spin a potter’s wheel

That’s our New Deal

A hobby to enable

Write a diary; or make a table.

Let us go out and hug trees

Freedom is in accepting the earth in love

Please treat her like a mother

Mankind sisters and brothers

Time to go out and walk in the rain.

Let’s get poor earth off the hook

Oh, I forgot and read a book!


Monsoon Spotting -1


IMG-20160507-02197 Morning arrives with a cover of patient, pregnant clouds watching through my window. They await my acceptance of their arrival.

They know I have been waiting like a father in the corridors of a maternity ward. A baby is about to be born. This year’s Messiah the New Monsoon will save the Earth.


Rainbow–God’s Covenant!


11 And I will establish my covenant with you, neither shall all flesh be cut off any more by the waters of a flood; neither shall there any more be a flood to destroy the earth.

12 And God said, This is the token of the covenant which I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations:

13 I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.

14 And it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud:

15 And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh.

16 And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the earth.—Genesis 9:11-16

Getting The Economist

Getting Econo-listed!

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‘The Economist is an upbeat magazine covering all subjects possible on our beautiful Earth,’ I said this to my daughter who had left a copy of this London based magazine on my table. Perhaps she thought it was a hint. Lo and behold fifteen days later there was a glossy copy of The Economist in my mail-box wrapped in a see-through plastic envelope with my name as the addressee.

I was delighted. This really was what I needed. The latest news with an intelligent angle. The magazine they say is targeted at highly educated readers. I felt proud to be highly educated. I imagined the editorial staff toiling away burning the midnight oil for my benefit. I read the magazine from the cover to the last page. I started quoting The Economist to my friends at our evening coffee meetings. I stopped watching television. My wife was intrigued to say the least. She picked up a copy of The Economist and gave it the once over. Anything that could take me away from the TV had to be admired.

Sad to say reading The Economist became an obsession. My work began to suffer. I stopped going to the office because if I did not read the copy of The Economist a new one would arrive in the mailbox while I was only half done. A backlog began to occur. One, two, three, four, five. I had now five pending magazine issues to read. I stayed up late at night. I woke up early. Still my reading lagged behind. I took a sabbatical to finish my backlog. Alas it cannot be done. Either you stay ahead of the information or you will fall far behind.

My wife took pity on me and started handing the arriving copies of the magazine to the local library. Finally I was up to date. I passed by the library and saw a lot of men hunched over their free copies of The Economist. I had to smirk.

Finally I had to say it out loud in an Old Testament way, ‘No I am not highly educated, please God help me.’ Since that day I can look the Economist in the eye and read only stuff that arouses my curiosity. The Economist stares back with its 172 years of printed erudition. It was established in 1843 in London by businessman James Wilson. It has always been a democratic supporter of people fighting unfair laws. It has been a long time opponent of unfair laws on same sex marriages. Its editorial stance has been ably defined thus, it “is not a chronicle of economics.” Rather, it aims “to take part in a severe contest between intelligence, which presses forward, and an unworthy, timid ignorance obstructing our progress”. I can shake it because I have already tried it but this magazine has a dedicated readership of 1.5 million people and it makes a profit. That is no mean thing in today’s Rota of failing magazines. I treat my The Economist with respect but my wife has put an end to our affair. We are now just friends.

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