Utopia : The Land of My Soul

The heart cries for want of words, the rust-worn brain yearns to articulate some significant words…….

But the hands proclaim some kind of stupor and want the ‘Lotus Eater’ subsistence….

Some of us are born sluggish, and the moment a call of action beckons us we jostle to discover some pertinent excuse to rescue ourselves from it. We love the epicurean concept and perhaps for the likes of us this particular word has shoved its way into the dictionary of human kind.

I won’t call my self a slothful Jack, but I can’t deny if anyone, who know me skin deep, call me such names. Frankly, I am a delight for my critics. For that, no love’s lost with them. This idyllic life has been a fantasy for many a sages (like me). Any Jim dandy would feel scathingly shameful to read such a prudent “confession of a dull mind”; even he would not go so profusely ‘ga ga’ over his dandyism. But some people possess ‘rhino-skin’, which nothing can penetrate through- no overdose of mawkishness or words that can slay. Well, if I may seem to go overboard trying to prove my point or win the battle for the self-professed groggies, you are a soothsayer.

Not figuring out what I am getting at? This was an explanation for being an escapist from this world. Earlier too, I had wasted words explaining my absence. So, this time I thought of chomping a few brains with zillions of words. Brevity is something my constitution could never recognize. I used to waste reams of papers in school and college scripting answers. What a faux pas for an environmentalist! I could have saved a few dozen trees by being laconic. As it is this business of wordsmith ruins its name as it has become a dominant cause of deforestation. The educated battalion of India has been the perpetual cause of the deforestation holocaust.

As I go on strumming on the keyboard logging my thoughts (very productive intellectual output generated after a long time), a brilliant idea popped into my head. Each year we go gung-ho about the impending doom because of the increasing air pollution and the receding ozone layer. Environmentalists honk to axe the heads of the poachers and deforesters. Isn’t it time we consider other deforester groups, who continue the rampage unnoticed?

Yes, I am talking about the ‘sinner’ communities like the students, the bookworms, the geeks, the newspaper feeders (and whoever using pages and papers). The government can amend the education system, which involves a lot of woods and products like cotton and linen. If the old ways are flushed out of the system like any toxins, we can go ‘Green” again and save the earth from turning into a carcass of vegetation. We can live like the illiterates. The ignorant cavemen lived without any kind of romantic or unromantic liaison with the paper and ink or slate. If they could, why couldn’t we surpass them to stop tree slaughter at the altar of education?

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