My husband and I took pictures of people riding them...
Generations after us may not know what bicycles looked like...:)
What a pity....
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
We shall overcome...
Thinking of the scene in the SRK movie and humming ' we shall over come.. we shall overcome some day.. ' interspersed with ' hum honge kamyaab, hum honge kamyaab.. ek din'...
' Deep in my heart, i do believe.....'
Why don't i believe, why can't i believe... the way I am supposed to.. the way millions do, the way they believe and they fight and they make sure they bloody well made their own small difference to the world....
Why can't i believe that the water that i leave running while brushing will not all run out one day..
That when i shut the tap, i would have made any small difference in the lives of many others who don't have water to drink...
Why can't i believe that the 1141 tigers will be saved one day by people who will take it upon themselves and rage a war against the tiger killers.. and more importantly why don't i believe that when such tiger killers are caught and punished there will not be any others who will rise to take their place...Why can't i believe that any effort that we put in by blogging, educating will prevent the doom...Why do i just know in my heart that I will show my kids , such a page in a school book that ' this is how a tiger looked and that it was our national animal'...
Why can't I believe that by not using paper as indiscriminately as i now do i would make any damn difference to the forests on this planet...
Why can't i believe that by deploying environment friendly fuel and resources we can prevent the depletion of natural resources in any big way.. why do i know that even if i tried , there are thousands and thousands out there who spend their everyday lives , like we are all that matters, that we are the last to live on this earth..
Why can't i believe in any of these things and many more that I am supposed to believe in.. that i want to believe in..
Why can i so easily visualize doom ...?
' We shall overcome' seems a farce....
' Deep in my heart, i do believe.....'
Why don't i believe, why can't i believe... the way I am supposed to.. the way millions do, the way they believe and they fight and they make sure they bloody well made their own small difference to the world....
Why can't i believe that the water that i leave running while brushing will not all run out one day..
That when i shut the tap, i would have made any small difference in the lives of many others who don't have water to drink...
Why can't i believe that the 1141 tigers will be saved one day by people who will take it upon themselves and rage a war against the tiger killers.. and more importantly why don't i believe that when such tiger killers are caught and punished there will not be any others who will rise to take their place...Why can't i believe that any effort that we put in by blogging, educating will prevent the doom...Why do i just know in my heart that I will show my kids , such a page in a school book that ' this is how a tiger looked and that it was our national animal'...
Why can't I believe that by not using paper as indiscriminately as i now do i would make any damn difference to the forests on this planet...
Why can't i believe that by deploying environment friendly fuel and resources we can prevent the depletion of natural resources in any big way.. why do i know that even if i tried , there are thousands and thousands out there who spend their everyday lives , like we are all that matters, that we are the last to live on this earth..
Why can't i believe in any of these things and many more that I am supposed to believe in.. that i want to believe in..
Why can i so easily visualize doom ...?
' We shall overcome' seems a farce....
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Theatre
That late night SRK movie,
I followed this spec of dust that floated in front of me,
Like a fire fly ...
in the way of the projector light..
off and on..
fire fly and a spec of dust...
I followed this spec of dust that floated in front of me,
Like a fire fly ...
in the way of the projector light..
off and on..
fire fly and a spec of dust...
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