An article by team Civet in Talk @ Green India Summit 2010
The planet on which there are a few people living on cannot be called earth anymore. The lush green trees are almost extinct. The biodiversity is not diverse anymore and every thing looks barren and gloomy. The sky is no longer blue. And under the new black hopelessness of 2150 lives a girl. Her father who is a scientist is working on reviving the earth. She wonders if the earth looked any better before. Her curiosity takes to her father’s lab. She is just moving around when something catches her eye...... A TIME MACHINE. Her next thought is instantaneous. She switches it on and selects the year 2000 and then begins her journey in time. Her head is swirling after the journey and her eyes are closed. She inhales deeply, she can feel her lungs expanding in response to the air flow. She feels lighter and nervous. She wonders if this is the kind of air the people used to breath? So fresh so pure!!. The wind is rustling by, was that the birds chirp? She doesn’t know what to expect. With overwhelming heart and uncontrollable excitement she opens her eyes. Everything is a blur around her. When the fog lifts all she sees is the colour green. Plants ,trees, shrubs and the leaves they actually exist. All so beautiful and then she sees the rest too. It is hard to imagine a world with so many colours and not just grey and black. Where the sky is blue and not grey , the clouds are white and not dirty black. The ground is soft and brown and ornamented by green grass and not hard grey content and the air so full of life and not just lifeless mist. Was this the foundation of all? She is musing. She can see the universe in the grain of sand, an eternity in an hour of hand. It is all new for her.
She sees the rose , the nightingale and the sun. She falls in love with the rose for its scent and the sun for its radiance . she cannot explain the secret of nature’s loveliness. Is it the unconscious memory of the lost paradise? She felt a teardrop slide down , as cruel reality of the time she has come from clouds her. Her task back in her time is not to rediscover nature but to remake it.
As she thinks all this , she comes to an old fortress . she climbs through the winding stairs to reach the height from where it all becomes impossibly magnificent . She feels that one can never have enough of nature , its vast and titanic features, the seacoast , the wilderness with its living and thundercloud.
And then she feels the water droplet . She looks towards the sky, craning her neck and closing her eyes as the rain drop splashes close to it. She sits on the ground , she cries , she sobs like she did in her time but only this time nature is here in the form of rain to wipe her tears. She suffers a mental conflict between the realisation of the unconscious mind and the logic of the unconscious one. WHY? WHY WOULD SOMEONE DESTROY THIS? Doesn't every person value it just like i do? Then why and how can the humans let this happen? In the multitude of neurotic and echoing pathways of her mind she can single out one clear voice of all – of her dad-
SOLUTIONS BEGIN WITH OUR CHOICES
I started thinking that I was enjoying more in her presence. I had no idea that she was growing weaker by the day. Even then, she did not stop loving me. This went on till the point where everything was nearing an end. That is when I realised my mistake. Her health had worsened. Even then, she did not utter a word. 