Shaking Earth: Environment crushed between accidents and election season

Hidden in the darkness, in the silence of a night, has anyone heard the rivers crying? To what extent is it okay to bathe cattle and wash clothes on the banks of rivers? Have you ever thought that someone might be quenching his thirst on the other side or some woman might be offering water to one of her deities? Have you ever seen the wind sprinkling blood in the backyard of your house? Have you ever talked to this dumb earth by taking a few moments out of your busyness? Have you asked about his pain? If not, then we must ask ourselves are we human?

Even then, if we do not realize, then we should go and understand from those people who have holes in the roof of their house and by entering through those holes, the cruel wind cools their khichdi everyday! Tears falling from the sky, drip so much from that hole that their potatoes become ‘tari’!

This thing happened purely of the environment. Environment Day has just passed on June 5. We learned all the precautions that day and forgot them. Got involved again in shedding water, cutting down trees and polluting the rivers! Rules, principles should be implemented, mindfully. It is not only related to environment or nature or earth.

Every area of ​​life, every department, division, administration, government, system, law, should be applicable everywhere, rules and principles of their part! Then things will happen. Only then will our days be good! Only then will our nights learn to blink! Only then the proletariat among us will climb the mountain of success. Only then our mothers and sisters will weave hopes in each other’s braids! Otherwise the country is going on.

Female wrestlers kept shedding tears sitting at the door of Delhi for many days and returned to duty exhausted! So what, they could not get justice! So what happened, no responsible person wiped his tears! On the contrary, a clumsy laugh definitely kept flying on them for days to come!

This photo of Sakshi Malik and Vinesh Phogat is from Haridwar. She had reached here on the pretext of her medal in the Ganges.

After all, system, law, administration and government, if one gets disappointment from all sides then what can one do? After all, for how long can someone keep burning by putting his hand in the oven for cooking bread? Then it is not the same case! Many soft faces, which were young, are now wrinkled! Those who were empty stomach, they are suffering the crime by shrinking on the back. Will bear with you in future as well! Will believe the hollow promises of our rulers! What a difference! That poor, that middle class man will continue to bear everything.

Its skin is very thick and tough. Not because he carries mountains. Rather because he carries the burden of time! And that train accident! Like sometimes we open an old book. Gradually! So that its pages don’t get disintegrated just by our touch. When we enter the memory of that train accident with the same ease, then nothing can be seen except dead bodies and skeletons scattered here and there.

Dead bodies are of responsibilities, skeletons are of carelessness and the soil lying on them is stinking. This soil is that of the granddaughter who sometimes hides the smell of corpses, and sometimes applies ointment to the dry, tingling bones of skeletons!

278 people died in the horrific train accident in Balasore, Odisha.

What should the governments also do? She refrained from going to Odisha to change the track cover or give signals! The argument goes. Sometimes it seems that this era is not God or any invisible power, but the arguments going on on WhatsApp are running! …and maybe he is right after all, because the elections are now being fought on the basis of him. Are being won and governments are also being formed! Therefore Yes, that’s why it has been around for a while, on some WhatsApp chat, on some WhatsApp group.

There is only one time that is being spent like tools! Everything else is being saved! ethics! Honesty! responsibility! Even accountability! The compulsion of us common people is that we have stitched our lips and want them to remain stitched.

The train accident took place at 7 pm on Friday near Bahanaga Bazar station in Balasore, 175 km from Bhubaneswar.

In fact, our desire itself is no longer ours. Completely alienated. Must say – is dead. Because this season is something like this. It is now hot in the cold days. The merciless rains have drenched the summer days… and God knows what will happen during the rainy days! In fact, now even the weather has no will or desire of its own.

Now the election season lasts for twelve months! Promise season! Vote season! And a season of free raves! However, the blacksmith’s furnace has flared up. The ‘voice’ of the potters has started burning. Munadi Dhanadhan has started ringing. Announcements are being made on drums – now this fight is not going to stop. This is an election battle. If someone’s hand is broken or head is broken, we will continue to win the battle. This place is ours. We will win at any cost! Will keep winning!