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LETTER FROM A FUTURE HUMAN

My Dear ancestors. 

perhaps you had never thought about me, all that you had done, were burying yourselves in the creations/ innovations you were pride about. I had grown up listening to the anecdotes of my grandparents about our planet being blue, green and brown. but what i see around me only grey, smoggy and parched landscapes, just a dismal visual. You have conditioned your lives according to your material prosperity and unconditioned the bounty of nature. I heard that you were warned about the repurcusions for being indifferent, negligent and irresponsible but all that you heeded was about unhealthy rat race. the governments were too boastful about infrastructure development and at the cost of environment. conclaves, summits, meeting all that you had only with a shallow talks. Your words in the air still echo in our hearts but with little actions. 
Today our textbooks are replete with issues and more issues but with no solutions. you always appealed to us about environment degradation only to bear the brunt of misdeeds. Sustainable development was the buzz word. i doubt how many of understood the concept. You were more interested in restructuring the old / historic building in the name of preserving culture and heritage. What an Irony. you were simply oblivious to nature, preserving it was preserving our civilization. The mighty trees fell, the sweet birds migrated to heaven for ever, the roaring animals were calmed down, the gigantic animals were made to disappear from the surface without any trace. Oh! what a trajedy! 
You talk about "Vasudaika Kutumbukam" a paradox, you divided the world beyond recognition with no room to others creatures, only humans and more humans. Had you been a little sensible, we would have found world a better place. We are disease stricken, looking more like zombies. Violence, hatred, selfish these are what we had learnt from your past. At least had a glorious past to bask in it glory, what do we have, just cursing and cussing you about your deeds. We had no hope left within to make our lives better. we have no soul to console, no health to enjoy, no tree to shade us. Nothing.
 We heard about great poet "John Keates" speaking about beauty of nature, and it worked as a stressbuster and you egoist men had ruined everything. I wish you had been a little wiser, little considerate and a little thoughtful, we too would have been part of that enjoyment which you had it all for yourselves, leaving nothing of that Ambrose


What are we to do on this earth now, the most beautiful planet turned into the one which cannot be habituated. we regret, repent and reproach ourselves to be called human beings. 

 yours progeny.

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