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Today on Nirvay news paper this column takes the reader across long time span from the days when village kids use to whirl-play with a folk-rhyme on jackals to today with fire in Amazon jungle. Those the rhyme was teasing jackals running away off thorny bushes on fire. But the bushes used to come back with the breathing time Nature used to get while human were in hands-off mode. Now, the population growth and eyes on development index have made wide spread deforestation. All remained silent when big trees were cut off for having wide highways. Planting ornamental plants does not serve the purpose. Old days planting peepal and banyan trees and marrying them were dharma of a life. But now
when people love to have bonsai plants living rooms and living rooms in hanging dwellings then the goddess of forests look away. Everyday Amazon burns not only the day you find with roaring tweetrites and socialites on network postings on Amazon fire.
The column takes up this remembering burning on Kahandab forest in epics of Mahabharat. Laments on fats depletion of green canopy on earth fearing of the loss of Amazon jungle while the word may be for eservices, that will be the millennium confusion to disaster ahead.
Each of us we know what to do, but when to do and how fast each of us do is your choice that planet Earth looks at with eager and concern.
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