Wednesday, September 28, 2022

One Fine Day

                                                                   


ONE “FINE” DAY

It was 8 a.m. and Anna was in a hurry. She had to serve breakfast to her husband and kids, buy some medicines for her mother, who was suffering from a sudden bout of skin irritation, and get a doctor’s appointment for her younger son who was recently diagnosed with asthma. Phew! These diseases, the endless rounds to the doctors, and the horrific side effects of medicines, made her irritable.  John, her husband, was an extremely busy Professor at UC Berkeley, and that left Anna to manage home and everything else. She was a teacher of Biology at a High School, and had a comparatively less rushed routine than John.


But today was a special day. She and two of her childhood friends had decided to meet at a book-signing event of the renowned eco-feminist and activist Vandana Shiva, at the North Atlantic Books Office at Berkeley. They had decided that they would buy her book with her signature on it, and then head to Ippuku for some delicious Japanese cuisine. They had read about her, and watched her TED talk about the grave dangers that mankind was facing due to genetically modified foods and increased pesticide usage.  Anna had read the review of her latest  book “Who Actually Feeds the World?” at an online women’s magazine website, and was impressed as it talked about the relationship between women and Nature. She wanted to know more about it, and hence the wonderful plan.

           

Anna met her friends at 10 a.m. after doing the necessary errands, (she almost had an altercation with the receptionist at the doctor’s; huh! These people are not a bit flexible when it comes to booking a doctor’s appointment!) I hope I don’t have to come here this often, she wondered aloud while fastening her car’s seat belt, and driving frenetically towards the publisher’s office.

Dorothy and Mary were waiting for her outside the building. They rushed in and were barely in time for Dr. Vandana Shiva, the lady-of-the-moment to start her speech. They were impressed with her towering personality and blazing kohl-lined eyes. She wore a sari and a big “bindi” on her forehead. They would surely ask their Indian friend, Shobha, where they could buy this beautiful round adornment of the forehead. 

Dr. Vandana Shiva  began her speech by saying that women are much better at agriculture as their sense of intuition is much better. They can produce more with less resources, and since farming was their livelihood and not a robotic job with money as the “pay off”, they grew crops for familial purposes, and it was done with utmost love and care, and without any use of harmful pesticides or fertilizers. “A woman can feed many stomachs with limited food in her pantry”, she said. The friends looked at each other and smiled. They remembered an incident. It was Mary’s son’s birthday, and they realized that they had ordered food for 40 children and here they were! A total of 50 hungry stomachs! The women took charge in the kitchen, and cut the birthday cake into smaller pieces, and also cooked up a few super-quick extra dishes with whatever was there in the refrigerator.  The stomachs were satiated beyond measure, and so were these women!

           

Dr. Shiva then shared a startling story. The Green Revolution which as its name states, revolutionized the agriculture scene in India, was actually a blot on the face of humanity. The sudden rise of produce was brought about by using hazardous chemicals such as fertilizers, and pesticides. This caused fatal diseases like cancer in the children of Punjab in India, where this Revolution actually started. Shockingly, there was a special train going from Punjab to Delhi called the Cancer Train. This train carried passengers from Punjab to Delhi for cancer treatment only! Anna and her friends being mothers shuddered at the thought of the Cancer train.


She quoted from research journals and books, and that made her very believable. Also her numerous accolades were proof of her grasp on the subject of environmental studies. She warned the audience that the Corporations would spell doom,  that their incessant and uncontrolled use of chemicals and genetically modified seeds would need to be resisted, and their baleful agendas thwarted. She urged the enthused audience to stop the use of chemical based laundry detergents and cosmetics, encourage their fraternity to do farming as a self-sustainable activity, and think thrice before throwing away, or buying plastic items. Reject or Reuse is the new mantra she quipped with a redoubtable and brilliant smile. 


Anna and her friends were stupefied by the speech and they hurried towards Ippuku after buying a signed copy each, and managing to click a hurried groupfie with the celebrated author who had to rush to another event. After a yummy lunch consisting mainly of sushi, they decided to do something proactive. Mere reading the book won’t help. Let’s carry cloth bags ALWAYS, they decided. They even thought of compulsorily growing vegetable plants and sharing the 

          

produce amongst themselves. They would join Bay Nature Institute at Berkeley which helps women farmers with money and seeds, and help them whole-heartedly in their initiatives , and Dorothy could even contribute to their Bay Nature magazine as she was a freelance writer. Why didn't they think of all of this before? 

They needed a beacon. And it's never too late they realized after they bid each other goodbye for the day, and decided to meet the coming Monday at Bay Nature Institute. Yes, and this time the friends will check each other’s purses to see if they have cloth bags and organic cosmetics. The one who doesn't carry those have to gift the others  organic lipsticks!

Fastening her seat belt, Anna again wondered aloud, “what a day this was, and I am sure this lady with the “Bindi” makes sense. If only we listen to her, and spread her good word, can we one day, reduce the visits to the doctor, and live a healthy life, all the while encouraging women power by encouraging the women farmers around the world.


Monday, September 26, 2022

THIS IS ME!

 

THIS IS ME!!

Once upon a time there lived a little girl,

And that little girl was me.

Climbed up trees, chased butterflies

To hold them and then set them free.


I wanted to be like them one day,

Flower to flower I would fly.

Merrily flapping my gossamer wings,

And trying to reach the  sky.


I grew up to be a teacher instead,

Teaching and mentoring young minds.

Loving them, and laughing with them,

And that's where the joy I did find.


           

Taught the pupils to be good Samaritans,

Respect the rich and poor akin.

Lift up the fallen, feed the famished,

And count the many smiles they win.


Then came social media with a bang

And life was never  the same,

Positivity is contagious, and I spread it,

“Everpositive'' is my blog’s name.


Whatsapp brought in greater goodness

I spread felicity even more

Egalitarian messages were shared with friends, 

Empathy was at their core.

           

Food and water are like gold for me

Never to waste I strive

My friends get miffed at this fetish of mine

To save every drop and morsel I try.


The Blue Planet is endangered now,

With the melting glaciers, and oceans on the rise,

Self-sustainability is the need of the hour,

Isn’t it time to make our consciousness arise?


I know I have bored you enough

To put you into sleep

But hey! let’s implement the Butterfly effect

As we have promises to keep

           

So here’s  my story till date,

My time starts NOW.

The Butterfly in me is flapping its wings

To aim for the sky. And how!!




Sunday, September 25, 2022

A staunch believer in the Butterfly Effect - that’s me!

                                    


A staunch believer in the Butterfly Effect - that’s me!

“Lock up your libraries if you like, but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind”. These gutsy words by the fiery feminist Virginia Woolf squarely defines me. I am bound by familial obligations and societal norms but my mind is free to dream of a utopian tomorrow. My students, family and friends are a part of this endeavor and  sounding boards of my positive pursuits.

At the very outset, I would like to mention here that I have been a freelance tutor for the last two decades. My students saw me more as a mentor than a teacher, and were always eager to gulp in  ‘supra’ lessons on the environment, hunger, and other raging issues. Though their parents were sometimes not too pleased as the classes rolled over the usual one and a half hours to two, the pupils were pleased beyond measure which were reflected in their beatific smiles as they left my classroom.

Interestingly, a woman dons several hats, and I am no exception. If every hat has to be described exhaustively, this piece would have to be categorized as a monograph; ergo, the positive use of social media and the socio-cultural and environmental leanings which define me, are some attributes  of my character which I would like to share with you.

As a matter of fact, spreading positivity is my passion. I wish that everyone does the same, and what better tool to do this than social media! The term ‘social’ is a positive one, and nothing but positivity should be shared. My blog posts and the instant messaging service posts which I subscribe to, are ample proof of the same. 

“Everpositive” is what my blog is named, and rightly so. It contains non-didactic articles and poems which makes one feel good about themselves. They also suggest altruistic baby steps which readers can take in order to make our flora and fauna thrive. These positive chunks are loved by my family and friends, and consequently most of these pieces found their place in newspapers and magazines in India. The language is deliberately kept lucid as I believe that knowledge disseminated should not hit a blank wall due to its complex form, but ought to be easy to partake of by the majority, who if they decide to change for the better, can help build a wonderful world.

Moving ahead on other social media activities, Whatsapp is another conduit for me to spread cheer. I ardently choose to share only positive posts, and refrain from the negative ones. Mere reading of negative content and not being able to do anything about it drains vital energy, and if we can try to overshadow negativity by some constructive content, why not! My Status Posts contain motivating quotes only, sometimes witty humor, and my Whatsapp community always look forward to these Status messages everyday. They sometimes admonish me if I don’t post regularly. Social media is thriving and let us exploit these networks to their fullest potential.

Furthermore, I am quite proactive about my humanistic and environmental leanings. I try to do my one-eight billionth(eight billion is the approximate current world population) bit for these 

        

issues. Food and water wastage drive me crazy and I must confess that my family and close friends get mad at me when I fervently try to save  a tumbler full of water or hate seeing anyone wasting  a morsel. I have seen women in Indian villages travel long distances to fetch pails of water, and  children crying with hunger, and these glimpses have had a profound effect on my character and made me a crazy conservationist of food and water.

In addition, environmental issues like global warming and pollution are trying to make me a self-sustainable person. I reuse plastic as much as I can, and avoid buying plastic items. The reusing of cola bottles and milk pitchers don’t go down with my students and family as they feel that I am being parsimonious. But hey! My life! My rules! Jokes aside, I believe strongly in the Butterfly Effect, wherein a small change can cause a massive effect somewhere else. So why not believe in this sibylline phenomenon and make our Blue Planet greener, cleaner, and cooler?

The  deep regard for Mother Earth and all her children  of any dispensation without any discrimination whatsoever, at the same time  treading a path of discovery for gently leading our world to more insights, ultimately for the benefit for generations to come, who must be the unborn stakeholders of all our endeavors, is what sums me up as a person, and my professors at Idaho State University are beacons for this exciting journey ahead.