Monday, January 03, 2005

hell hath no fury and heaven hath no rage…..


THE author was talking about the woman scorned in the aforesaid lines. I mean it the same way too. Only that, here, the woman is Mother Nature. The often violated and abused, venerable Mother Earth. As we go hurtling down the cliffs off progress we seem to be realizing the words of Agent Smith in “The Matrix”

“…but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A Virus…..”

Heart goes out to the countless lives lost. What makes it more tragic is that the fraction of children among the casualties seems to be more. I always feel at a loss for words when I try to, you know, say something meaningful and apt. I am failing at that here too. I think its better that I leave it here….Hoping that their souls are in peace…Hoping that we the survivors realise before its too late to respect nature.


What is heartwarming is the spirit of humanity that has been awakened in people all around the globe. The spirit that fills us with hope. Hope for a better tomorrow. Words are not enough to describe the courage of the countless Men and Women battling against Red-Tape, Nature, Transportation hurdles, Sickness et al and working day and night to bring a little relief to the stricken souls. All is not lost when hope springs eternal.

In finale I would like here to quote a particularly apt passage of Milton's Paradise Lost:


Like a dark Ceeling stood; down rush'd the Rain
Impetuous, and continu'd till the Earth
No more was seen; the floating Vessel swum
Uplifted; and secure with beaked prow
Rode tilting o're the Waves, all dwellings else
Flood overwhelmd, and them with all thir pomp
Deep under water rould; Sea cover'd Sea,
Sea without shore; and in thir Palaces
Where luxurie late reign'd, Sea-monsters whelp'd
And stabl'd; of Mankind, so numerous late,
All left, in one small bottom swum imbark't.
How didst thou grieve then, Adam, to behold
The end of all thy Ofspring, end so sad,
Depopulation; thee another Floud,
Of tears and sorrow a Floud thee also drown'd,
And sunk thee as thy Sons