Here I am, my laptop sitting atop a lush green leaf-shaped mat
on the dining table, the mud craft clock showing a 10.40am – too late to be doing
this *guilt pang*. Google is a bunch of blossoms, my husband has gone to play
cricket in the grass fields, and on my mind is a thank you to Zedathon
for urging me to do what I should
have done without a poke from them.
As a child, I wrote for the best environmental magazine in
town, perhaps in India, with a motivation so deep-rooted I thought I could
never turn out to be anything other than an environmental journalist. My
grandfather, a pisciculture scientist, was proud. My other grandfather, once a
journalism professor and author of books on the happy green islands of Andaman
and Lakshadweep, would have been smiling up there in heaven.
Later of course, destiny had other writing plans. The living
plans, of course, stayed green. I can’t do without my daily dose of nature, not
even a single day without it. Whether it’s the crystal white moon in the sky,
the seasonal constellations, the koel at the Sri Ram Centre in the evenings or
the Gulmohar outside my window and breeze by the balcony, not a day passes
without being part of what we all are – The Earth. I love the touch of rain
like it’s romance unmatched, I play with kids because they still haven’t grown
too tall away from the earth, I stick with people who are as connected to
nature and live with a man who is of, for and by the earth – and down to it
like very few are. And those are the things worth living for – because that’s
where life – the true life within us - comes from.
The only places you can really enjoy in your element are the
ones which smell and feel of the planet, the only sustainable lifestyle for a
smiling soul is the one that is ‘natural’. And that, in itself, will take care of what they're worried about. It’s not a ceremony or duty to do
anything for the earth – be nature, be of the earth, and you’ll find it's just great pleasure.