Waiting for rains to come ...

Everyday passing without rain is a torture. The prolonged spell of scorching heat coupled with humidity is getting to the nerves. Climate change is no longer a matter to be discussed and debated at conferences. It is something we are experiencing on a daily basis. There was a time in Kolkata when, after June 8, two days of damp heat would invariably get us rain.

The death of seasons is here to stay. The sad part is: we know why all this is happening; yet we won't do anything about it. Maybe because it requires a fundamental shift in our lives and in every thing that we do and in every way that we do.

Will we destroy ourselves finally in a complex vortex of economic and military wars?

We have come a long way doing various political experiments - dreaming and failing in the process - without realizing truly the restless, angular and hideous nature of human consciousness.

In our desperate attempts to live longer and making savings of all kinds for the future we overexploit our surroundings thereby leading to disharmony.

In spite of knowing this it is nearly impossible for me to renunciate a life of comforts and privileges.

We are waiting for an evening swept by wild rains. It certainly is a much bigger comfort and privilege than being housed inside a palatial mansion or traveling by a limousine. This is very clear today ...

I am an atheist. I do not pray. For the first time in my life I have started praying for a view of the thunderclouds to hang on the Kolkata sky and explode ...