Saturday, May 12, 2012
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
WOMAN'S MINDSET
A boy went to his mother and asked her
" Mom! what you want me to be?"
Mother replied
"I want you to grow up and prosper in your life. I want you to be an engineer or a doctor."
The boy grew up and got married. One day he asked his wife the same question and requested her to be honest.
"I want you to adore me and be a slave for the rest of your life" she replied.
Life went on and he had a son. The son grew up and the man married him to beautiful girl. After sometime he asked the same question to his daughter-in-law. She thought for a while and replied
"A STRANGER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE."
" Mom! what you want me to be?"
Mother replied
"I want you to grow up and prosper in your life. I want you to be an engineer or a doctor."
The boy grew up and got married. One day he asked his wife the same question and requested her to be honest.
"I want you to adore me and be a slave for the rest of your life" she replied.
Life went on and he had a son. The son grew up and the man married him to beautiful girl. After sometime he asked the same question to his daughter-in-law. She thought for a while and replied
"A STRANGER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE."
Sunday, April 17, 2011
FUNNY TWIST
One Madrasi, one Gujarati and one sardarji were friends and were working in the same office located in 25th floor of a multistoried building. During lunch, madrasi opened his tiffin box and found idli and saambar as usual. Fed up with the same menu he swore that he would jump through the window if he finds idli and saambaar the next day.
The Gujaraati opened his tiffin box and found doklaa and swore to jump off the window if he finds doklaa in the tiffin box next day.
Sardaarji opened his tiffin box and found roti and sabji and swore to jump off the window if he finds the same the next day.
Next day the Madrasi opened the tiffin box and found idli saambaar again. Promptly he jumped off the window and died.
The Gujarati opened his tiffin box and found doklaa and jumped off the window and died.
Similarly sardarji also found roti and jumped off the window and died.
What happened was funny. On hearing the complaint of her husband the madrasi wife requested her Gujarati neighbour to prepare lunch for her husband. The Gujarati wife took pain and prepared madrasi idli and saambaar and packed it for lunch. Punjabi wife made dokla and madrasi wife made roti.
The Gujaraati opened his tiffin box and found doklaa and swore to jump off the window if he finds doklaa in the tiffin box next day.
Sardaarji opened his tiffin box and found roti and sabji and swore to jump off the window if he finds the same the next day.
Next day the Madrasi opened the tiffin box and found idli saambaar again. Promptly he jumped off the window and died.
The Gujarati opened his tiffin box and found doklaa and jumped off the window and died.
Similarly sardarji also found roti and jumped off the window and died.
What happened was funny. On hearing the complaint of her husband the madrasi wife requested her Gujarati neighbour to prepare lunch for her husband. The Gujarati wife took pain and prepared madrasi idli and saambaar and packed it for lunch. Punjabi wife made dokla and madrasi wife made roti.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
MID SUMMER DAY MUSINGS
K.SAMPATH KUMAR
Standing at the threshold, I gazed the street,
About thinking my friend, who will pay me a treat.
Not regular of course, the fact for a change,
And we both will do in a mutual exchange.
''Look at its coming'', he pointed me something,
Made me to turn right, to know what is moving.
My father commented the servant maid's coming,
And who just returning, after some purchasing.
''What the thing you bought?'', he asked the maid,
Moved her to show, her palm in it, it laid.
''Butter!'', he exclaimed, and got it with a pride,
And presented me a smile, like a newly wedded bride.
Telling himself, his experience with ghee,
While folding his dhothy, just above his knee.
No comments from anyone, and especially from me,
And even if it comes, never minds it he.
Turn back to kitchen with butter in his possession,
And asked my mother, to tell some suggestion.
She kept quiet and started her pumping,
And silencer fitted stove, stopped its humming.
Thinking my duty, I went back to my room,
Meanwhile I heard, a like ''Boom''
By which I concluded the matter was over,
And also I smelt the real ghee’s flavour.
While I was doing my evening ''Pooja'',
I heard my mothe calling me ''Raja''.
Responding her calling, I went back to her room,
And I saw my sister there, also with a ''Broom''
With unusual pose, she pointed me something,
And hence because, I asked what was the thing.
She told nervously, that was a ''Rat'',
And also I it now, a real size of a ''Cat''.
Plucking the Broomstick from dear sister's hand,
And started chasing it, like a sword holding giant.
With all my mighty power, I hit the Rat very fine,
And that brought the whole matter, on the head of mine.
I made the big Rat just like a doll,
Meanwhile I noticed the ghee vessel to fall,
Rest of the story I don't want to say,
And even if I say it, it won't be a ''Gay''.
Standing at the threshold, I gazed the street,
About thinking my friend, who will pay me a treat.
Not regular of course, the fact for a change,
And we both will do in a mutual exchange.
''Look at its coming'', he pointed me something,
Made me to turn right, to know what is moving.
My father commented the servant maid's coming,
And who just returning, after some purchasing.
''What the thing you bought?'', he asked the maid,
Moved her to show, her palm in it, it laid.
''Butter!'', he exclaimed, and got it with a pride,
And presented me a smile, like a newly wedded bride.
Telling himself, his experience with ghee,
While folding his dhothy, just above his knee.
No comments from anyone, and especially from me,
And even if it comes, never minds it he.
Turn back to kitchen with butter in his possession,
And asked my mother, to tell some suggestion.
She kept quiet and started her pumping,
And silencer fitted stove, stopped its humming.
Thinking my duty, I went back to my room,
Meanwhile I heard, a like ''Boom''
By which I concluded the matter was over,
And also I smelt the real ghee’s flavour.
While I was doing my evening ''Pooja'',
I heard my mothe calling me ''Raja''.
Responding her calling, I went back to her room,
And I saw my sister there, also with a ''Broom''
With unusual pose, she pointed me something,
And hence because, I asked what was the thing.
She told nervously, that was a ''Rat'',
And also I it now, a real size of a ''Cat''.
Plucking the Broomstick from dear sister's hand,
And started chasing it, like a sword holding giant.
With all my mighty power, I hit the Rat very fine,
And that brought the whole matter, on the head of mine.
I made the big Rat just like a doll,
Meanwhile I noticed the ghee vessel to fall,
Rest of the story I don't want to say,
And even if I say it, it won't be a ''Gay''.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
MY BICYCLE AND MY FRIEND'S POEM
We are three. We met each other in the college. We were all freshers. Destiny bound us together and after about five decades, we have become more a family than friends. I am the only one living outside our home town. Whenever in solititude I habituated to muse over the past and past is always golden. It was one such time that I remembered an incident.
I had purchased a second hand cycle as my job demanded one. As I was thin and to shed as much weight as possible I had selected a cycle without a carrier. As all the three of us always moved in a bunch, the cycle would remain in any one of our house. Usually one friend would come to my house and then we would ride in the cycle to the third person's house. I being the weaker of the three would always sit on the cross bar and my friend would sit in the seat of the cycle and pedal it. The abscence of a carrier forced us to keep the cycle in the house and we would roam the streets. My friends were pressing me to fit a carrier so that all the three could ride on the cycle which in turn would enhance the area of our influence, they indicated. I did not yield their point as additional load would certainly lead to more wear and tear of the tyres and other parts.
One fine early morning my friend whom I fondly call SAM ( Only in my mind ) came to my house and wanted borrow my cycle to go to our friend's house. Nothing was unusual in it. But when i offered to accompany him he declined and went away. That was certainly unusuall. I waited for a lon g time for them to come to my house to pick me. In fact I waited for them till three p.m. and as He replied. My first thought was the additional wear and tear due to the additional load it had to carry henceforth. However I was equally excited at the thought of a brand new stainless steel carrier fitted on my cycle without myself a single paise. The picture of my cycle with a gleaming carrier flashed in my mind many times and my face wore a big smile every time the picture flashed.
As we reached my friend's house the picture was completely changed. In fact they had purchased an old carrier from a vendor dealing in old iron parts. My friend was straightening the bends with a hammer and was trying to fit the same in my cycle. The bolt holes had become oval and the rivetted joints had become loose. I protested loudly tears welling in my eyes (well hidden from others of course). No need to say that I removed it at the earliest oppertunity.
Oh! You are wondering about the poem part. YES. Sam wrote a poem about my cycle and I happened to see the same after decades. I am giving below the same so that all can enjoy.
QUOTE
OVER THE HOLLOW OR ON THE SHALLOW
NEVER USED TO FAIL OR EVEN TO FOLLOW
PHILLIPS IS THE NAME SUITED BY ONE
PHIP-RIP IS THE ONE SELECTED BY MINE
NEVER SAW HIS FALL SUCH LIKE A GRIP
HE TOO GENTLE HE WOULD NOT GRIP (FIGHT)
THERE IS A BELL TOO ON ITS BAR
LOOK LIKE A HANDSOME UGLY SCAR
AS I AM TO TAKE MY SEAT
STOPPING HERE TO WRITE
ADVISING HIM TO PUT OIL A PINT.
UNQUOTE
Whenever I used to point out to hom that he had praised about the faithfulness and reliability of my cycle, he used to reply with a sheepish smile'
"Poets always lie to please a friend.
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I had purchased a second hand cycle as my job demanded one. As I was thin and to shed as much weight as possible I had selected a cycle without a carrier. As all the three of us always moved in a bunch, the cycle would remain in any one of our house. Usually one friend would come to my house and then we would ride in the cycle to the third person's house. I being the weaker of the three would always sit on the cross bar and my friend would sit in the seat of the cycle and pedal it. The abscence of a carrier forced us to keep the cycle in the house and we would roam the streets. My friends were pressing me to fit a carrier so that all the three could ride on the cycle which in turn would enhance the area of our influence, they indicated. I did not yield their point as additional load would certainly lead to more wear and tear of the tyres and other parts.
One fine early morning my friend whom I fondly call SAM ( Only in my mind ) came to my house and wanted borrow my cycle to go to our friend's house. Nothing was unusual in it. But when i offered to accompany him he declined and went away. That was certainly unusuall. I waited for a lon g time for them to come to my house to pick me. In fact I waited for them till three p.m. and as He replied. My first thought was the additional wear and tear due to the additional load it had to carry henceforth. However I was equally excited at the thought of a brand new stainless steel carrier fitted on my cycle without myself a single paise. The picture of my cycle with a gleaming carrier flashed in my mind many times and my face wore a big smile every time the picture flashed.
As we reached my friend's house the picture was completely changed. In fact they had purchased an old carrier from a vendor dealing in old iron parts. My friend was straightening the bends with a hammer and was trying to fit the same in my cycle. The bolt holes had become oval and the rivetted joints had become loose. I protested loudly tears welling in my eyes (well hidden from others of course). No need to say that I removed it at the earliest oppertunity.
Oh! You are wondering about the poem part. YES. Sam wrote a poem about my cycle and I happened to see the same after decades. I am giving below the same so that all can enjoy.
QUOTE
OVER THE HOLLOW OR ON THE SHALLOW
NEVER USED TO FAIL OR EVEN TO FOLLOW
PHILLIPS IS THE NAME SUITED BY ONE
PHIP-RIP IS THE ONE SELECTED BY MINE
NEVER SAW HIS FALL SUCH LIKE A GRIP
HE TOO GENTLE HE WOULD NOT GRIP (FIGHT)
THERE IS A BELL TOO ON ITS BAR
LOOK LIKE A HANDSOME UGLY SCAR
AS I AM TO TAKE MY SEAT
STOPPING HERE TO WRITE
ADVISING HIM TO PUT OIL A PINT.
UNQUOTE
Whenever I used to point out to hom that he had praised about the faithfulness and reliability of my cycle, he used to reply with a sheepish smile'
"Poets always lie to please a friend.
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Monday, June 14, 2010
WHOM TO CAST THE FIRST STONE
A.K.RAMAN
God sent His messenger to earth again to teach human moral values and prevent them from sinning and to build good character. On reaching the earth the messenger was awe struck. Everybody was preaching moral values to others but did not practice their own preaching. When ever he tried to preach moral values no body was willing to listen. He noticed that whenever a person was caught sinning all others jumped on him to punish him. It took him little time to realize that people were experts in sinning without being noticed. Evading attention was the main motto. One would be presumed to be a noble man till he was caught sinning. God’s messenger was waiting for a chance to provoke the conscience of the people.
Once he saw a group of people pelting stones on a young woman. He intervened and asked why were they pelting stones on her? One among the group explained that she was caught eloping with another man when her husband was away. As per the prevailing rule in that village she had to be killed by pelting stones. The messenger felt that it was the right time to awake their conscience.
“OK. He that is without sin among you may cast the stone first” He suggested expecting the crowd to search their conscience and melt away sparing the woman. A person who had sinned most, without batting an eyelid pelted the stone first. Gleefully others followed and the poor woman was not spared.
Next day the messenger saw the sinner talking with another person who was his accomplish in most of his crimes and listened.
“Every body knows that you have sinned most and still you were the first person to pelt the stone yesterday. Why did you do it?” The sinner’s friend asked.
“Otherwise it would tantamount to accepting my guilt.” The sinner replied.
-----X-----X-----X-----
God sent His messenger to earth again to teach human moral values and prevent them from sinning and to build good character. On reaching the earth the messenger was awe struck. Everybody was preaching moral values to others but did not practice their own preaching. When ever he tried to preach moral values no body was willing to listen. He noticed that whenever a person was caught sinning all others jumped on him to punish him. It took him little time to realize that people were experts in sinning without being noticed. Evading attention was the main motto. One would be presumed to be a noble man till he was caught sinning. God’s messenger was waiting for a chance to provoke the conscience of the people.
Once he saw a group of people pelting stones on a young woman. He intervened and asked why were they pelting stones on her? One among the group explained that she was caught eloping with another man when her husband was away. As per the prevailing rule in that village she had to be killed by pelting stones. The messenger felt that it was the right time to awake their conscience.
“OK. He that is without sin among you may cast the stone first” He suggested expecting the crowd to search their conscience and melt away sparing the woman. A person who had sinned most, without batting an eyelid pelted the stone first. Gleefully others followed and the poor woman was not spared.
Next day the messenger saw the sinner talking with another person who was his accomplish in most of his crimes and listened.
“Every body knows that you have sinned most and still you were the first person to pelt the stone yesterday. Why did you do it?” The sinner’s friend asked.
“Otherwise it would tantamount to accepting my guilt.” The sinner replied.
-----X-----X-----X-----
Friday, June 4, 2010
GODBOLE AT IT AGAIN
A.K.RAMAN
“Long time no see, Dr.Godbole” I called out loudly to attract the attention of the person walking briskly in front of me” But the person continued his brisk walk as if my loud call did not reach his ear drum at all.
It was a hot summer day and very few ventured out to avoid sun stroke. The mercury was hovering around 47 degrees centigrade. The road was almost deserted. I had to attend a meeting in the morning which was scheduled to be conducted in an air-conditioned hall. A friend drove me to the hall in his air-conditioned car. Everything was fine till then. The meeting concluded earlier than expected and we were driving back home. Suddenly I remembered an errand which I had kept in abeyance for a long time. It could have waited for some more months. But as fate would have it, I decided to complete it and asked my friend to drop me at a convenient place. Within few minutes I realized my folly, but by then my friend had disappeared in his car and I found myself being scorched by this hot sun. To describe Dr.Godbole is very easy. You describe Professor Claculus of Tintin comics I would vouch that you have described Dr.Godbole. I found this man covering his head with a woolen muffler marching briskly. My first instinct was to ignore him. But the Goodman in me forced me and hence my loud call.
“Long time no see Dr.Godbole” I called out again slightly louder. But there was no response from him. I increased my speed, overtook him and made a u turn so as to block his way. He jerked to a halt and stared at me with his expressionless egg like eyes.
“Dr. Godbole don’t you recognize me” I asked in between my gasps for breath.
“Of course I recognize you. The trouble is that you remind me that I had to abandon the project I was working at that particular time.”
“But Sir! Please don’t blame me. It is news to me. You mean you have abandoned important projects like inventing time machine!” I exclaimed. “Please don’t tell me that you have abandoned the other project of reducing the size of humans to solve the problem of scarcity. In fact I stopped you just to know the latest developments in those projects.” I continued.
“No! No! Youngman. I have not abandoned any project so far. They are kept in abeyance to be continued as soon as I find time.”
“But I thought you are going somewhere in connection with one of those projects.” I said.
“My dear boy! You know about only a couple of projects on which I am working. In fact there are number of such projects. Usually I don’t discuss about them with any body.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
“So you are out in the sun in pursuit of another project about which I have no Knowledge” I pretended surprise.
“Yes” He said curtly.
“I thought you like me so much and I am the most privileged person in the world to know about your future discoveries.” I moaned.
“Of course you are. It does not mean that I have to waste my time explaining complex things which you could never understand.” He waved his hand as if to put me in place I deserve.
“Please give a hint. I will go to some library and make myself fit enough to understand whatever you say.” I wanted to prolong the conversation.
“No. No. No. Please don’t sit on my neck. I have got work to do.” He tried to dismiss me.
“But Sir! I have not yet told you the main purpose of interrupting you on the way.”
“You have already told me that you wanted to know the progress of the projects about which I discussed with you when we met last time. I will keep you informed as soon as I achieve something concrete. Now let me go.” He tried to brush me aside again.
“No Sir! In fact I was trying to get an appointment with you for sometime. But I could not get it. This is a God sent opportunity. Please let us go inside the park and spend sometime in the shadow. I want to suggest some projects on which you have to work in the interest of humanity.”
“I am not interested and I don’t take suggestions from persons of your caliber.”
“But this is very important and only a person of your caliber can work out a solution. Please don’t disappoint me.” I goaded him towards the park.
“Oh! What a pain you turn out to be! Better let it be really worth of my time. Otherwise I will never allow you to meet me again.” He warned.
“Let us sit on the bench under the big tree” I ignored his warning.
“Come on. Let us get over it. Shoot your suggestions.”
“In fact two things are worrying me for some months and I decided to bring those to your attention. I know only you can work out a solution.”
“Please don’t beat about the bush. I have no time to waste.” His impatience showed in his tone.
“It is about global warming and ….”
“And what? Come out fast.”
“Drying and disappearing of rivers” I hurried to add.
“You want me to work on these.” The sarcasm in his voice was obvious.
“Yes Sir. Only you can do it.” I replied.
“Silly. Silly. Silly. What is there to work on it? There is nothing to solve.” He said dejectedly.
“Nothing! Nothing to work on! The whole world is worried to find a solution. You are saying that there is nothing to work on.” I was really wonderstruck.
“Yes. A hundred times yes.” He was very emphatic.
“Yes? Do you mean that you have got a workable solution?” I asked.
“No solution is required. Population explosion is the main reason. Rivers can not disappear just like that.”
“Please elaborate.” I insisted.
Oh God! OK. There is no other way. Let me explain.” He sighed.
“I am all ears.” I prompted.
“Tell me what is worrying you?”
“Let us talk about global warming first.” I prompted.
“I thought you are intelligent. Tell me what you want to know about this global warming?” He queried.
“The rising temperatures” I replied.
“Let me come to your level first and make it as simple as possible.”
“That is the thing I like in you most.” I adored.
“Have you ever gone to your kitchen?” He asked.
“Yes. Many times.” I replied without knowing the connection between global warning and my kitchen.
“Then you might have observed that the kitchen is warmer than the other rooms whenever something was cooked.”
“Yes” I replied confusion still lingering.
“Why is it warmer?” He quizzed.
“It is warmer because of the heat produced by the stove.”
“Great! If the stove is put off the temperature falls to the normal again. Is it not?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Then you know the solution.” He told in a concluding tone.
“You suggest that all of us stop cooking and the global warming is solved once and for all.” I wanted to know.
“Don’t be silly. Please think of the number of automobile engines running through out the world. Millions and millions engines are heating the air. Add to it the heating due to huge thermal, gas and atomic power generating stations, industrial boilers and other equipments. With all this heating it would be a wonder if global warming had not occurred.” He concluded.
“Is it as simple as that? People were telling that it is due to the carbon dioxide and things like that.” I wondered.
“Yes! It is as simple as that and it has got nothing to do with carbon emission.” He emphasized.
“OK. What about drying up of the rivers?”
“My dear fellow! If there is no water in the catchments area how can a river flow?” He asked.
“That was my question Sir.” I said
“Where has all the water gone?” He asked me again.
“That was my question Sir.” I repeated.
“Water just can not disappear. I think you remember the law of conservation of mass.”
“Yes. Yes. Mass can neither be created nor destroyed. It can be converted from one form to another.” I replied to show off my intelligence.
“If mankind has taken out all the water flowing in various rivers and stored them in their back yard how can you expect rivers to flow? Naturally they will dry up.” He went on.
“The solution is very simple. Pour out all the water from millions of water tanks in residential buildings, Railway stations, Industries, Townships etc. etc. All the disappeared rivers would appear again.”
“You mean that we have stored all the water in our back yard………….”
I discontinued as some movement behind the bushes caught my attention. Before anybody could realize, four men accompanied by Mrs.Godbole pounced on Mr.Godbole. A doctor pushed a syringe in Mr.Godbole’s body ignoring his protests. Within few minutes Mr.Godbole started his return journey to home, carried away by the four men. I went back home completely relieved that he is safe again.
-----X-----X-----X-----X-----X-----
“Long time no see, Dr.Godbole” I called out loudly to attract the attention of the person walking briskly in front of me” But the person continued his brisk walk as if my loud call did not reach his ear drum at all.
It was a hot summer day and very few ventured out to avoid sun stroke. The mercury was hovering around 47 degrees centigrade. The road was almost deserted. I had to attend a meeting in the morning which was scheduled to be conducted in an air-conditioned hall. A friend drove me to the hall in his air-conditioned car. Everything was fine till then. The meeting concluded earlier than expected and we were driving back home. Suddenly I remembered an errand which I had kept in abeyance for a long time. It could have waited for some more months. But as fate would have it, I decided to complete it and asked my friend to drop me at a convenient place. Within few minutes I realized my folly, but by then my friend had disappeared in his car and I found myself being scorched by this hot sun. To describe Dr.Godbole is very easy. You describe Professor Claculus of Tintin comics I would vouch that you have described Dr.Godbole. I found this man covering his head with a woolen muffler marching briskly. My first instinct was to ignore him. But the Goodman in me forced me and hence my loud call.
“Long time no see Dr.Godbole” I called out again slightly louder. But there was no response from him. I increased my speed, overtook him and made a u turn so as to block his way. He jerked to a halt and stared at me with his expressionless egg like eyes.
“Dr. Godbole don’t you recognize me” I asked in between my gasps for breath.
“Of course I recognize you. The trouble is that you remind me that I had to abandon the project I was working at that particular time.”
“But Sir! Please don’t blame me. It is news to me. You mean you have abandoned important projects like inventing time machine!” I exclaimed. “Please don’t tell me that you have abandoned the other project of reducing the size of humans to solve the problem of scarcity. In fact I stopped you just to know the latest developments in those projects.” I continued.
“No! No! Youngman. I have not abandoned any project so far. They are kept in abeyance to be continued as soon as I find time.”
“But I thought you are going somewhere in connection with one of those projects.” I said.
“My dear boy! You know about only a couple of projects on which I am working. In fact there are number of such projects. Usually I don’t discuss about them with any body.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
“So you are out in the sun in pursuit of another project about which I have no Knowledge” I pretended surprise.
“Yes” He said curtly.
“I thought you like me so much and I am the most privileged person in the world to know about your future discoveries.” I moaned.
“Of course you are. It does not mean that I have to waste my time explaining complex things which you could never understand.” He waved his hand as if to put me in place I deserve.
“Please give a hint. I will go to some library and make myself fit enough to understand whatever you say.” I wanted to prolong the conversation.
“No. No. No. Please don’t sit on my neck. I have got work to do.” He tried to dismiss me.
“But Sir! I have not yet told you the main purpose of interrupting you on the way.”
“You have already told me that you wanted to know the progress of the projects about which I discussed with you when we met last time. I will keep you informed as soon as I achieve something concrete. Now let me go.” He tried to brush me aside again.
“No Sir! In fact I was trying to get an appointment with you for sometime. But I could not get it. This is a God sent opportunity. Please let us go inside the park and spend sometime in the shadow. I want to suggest some projects on which you have to work in the interest of humanity.”
“I am not interested and I don’t take suggestions from persons of your caliber.”
“But this is very important and only a person of your caliber can work out a solution. Please don’t disappoint me.” I goaded him towards the park.
“Oh! What a pain you turn out to be! Better let it be really worth of my time. Otherwise I will never allow you to meet me again.” He warned.
“Let us sit on the bench under the big tree” I ignored his warning.
“Come on. Let us get over it. Shoot your suggestions.”
“In fact two things are worrying me for some months and I decided to bring those to your attention. I know only you can work out a solution.”
“Please don’t beat about the bush. I have no time to waste.” His impatience showed in his tone.
“It is about global warming and ….”
“And what? Come out fast.”
“Drying and disappearing of rivers” I hurried to add.
“You want me to work on these.” The sarcasm in his voice was obvious.
“Yes Sir. Only you can do it.” I replied.
“Silly. Silly. Silly. What is there to work on it? There is nothing to solve.” He said dejectedly.
“Nothing! Nothing to work on! The whole world is worried to find a solution. You are saying that there is nothing to work on.” I was really wonderstruck.
“Yes. A hundred times yes.” He was very emphatic.
“Yes? Do you mean that you have got a workable solution?” I asked.
“No solution is required. Population explosion is the main reason. Rivers can not disappear just like that.”
“Please elaborate.” I insisted.
Oh God! OK. There is no other way. Let me explain.” He sighed.
“I am all ears.” I prompted.
“Tell me what is worrying you?”
“Let us talk about global warming first.” I prompted.
“I thought you are intelligent. Tell me what you want to know about this global warming?” He queried.
“The rising temperatures” I replied.
“Let me come to your level first and make it as simple as possible.”
“That is the thing I like in you most.” I adored.
“Have you ever gone to your kitchen?” He asked.
“Yes. Many times.” I replied without knowing the connection between global warning and my kitchen.
“Then you might have observed that the kitchen is warmer than the other rooms whenever something was cooked.”
“Yes” I replied confusion still lingering.
“Why is it warmer?” He quizzed.
“It is warmer because of the heat produced by the stove.”
“Great! If the stove is put off the temperature falls to the normal again. Is it not?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Then you know the solution.” He told in a concluding tone.
“You suggest that all of us stop cooking and the global warming is solved once and for all.” I wanted to know.
“Don’t be silly. Please think of the number of automobile engines running through out the world. Millions and millions engines are heating the air. Add to it the heating due to huge thermal, gas and atomic power generating stations, industrial boilers and other equipments. With all this heating it would be a wonder if global warming had not occurred.” He concluded.
“Is it as simple as that? People were telling that it is due to the carbon dioxide and things like that.” I wondered.
“Yes! It is as simple as that and it has got nothing to do with carbon emission.” He emphasized.
“OK. What about drying up of the rivers?”
“My dear fellow! If there is no water in the catchments area how can a river flow?” He asked.
“That was my question Sir.” I said
“Where has all the water gone?” He asked me again.
“That was my question Sir.” I repeated.
“Water just can not disappear. I think you remember the law of conservation of mass.”
“Yes. Yes. Mass can neither be created nor destroyed. It can be converted from one form to another.” I replied to show off my intelligence.
“If mankind has taken out all the water flowing in various rivers and stored them in their back yard how can you expect rivers to flow? Naturally they will dry up.” He went on.
“The solution is very simple. Pour out all the water from millions of water tanks in residential buildings, Railway stations, Industries, Townships etc. etc. All the disappeared rivers would appear again.”
“You mean that we have stored all the water in our back yard………….”
I discontinued as some movement behind the bushes caught my attention. Before anybody could realize, four men accompanied by Mrs.Godbole pounced on Mr.Godbole. A doctor pushed a syringe in Mr.Godbole’s body ignoring his protests. Within few minutes Mr.Godbole started his return journey to home, carried away by the four men. I went back home completely relieved that he is safe again.
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