Its fathers day today and I want to be honest in realising that in the 31 odd years of my life and 70+ years of my dad I have never really told him that I love him.I mean of course in gestures and meaningful hugs but never the so called three magical words.
Not that during all my formative years I was not exposed to the phenomenon of superdad and father's day and not even because i thought the traditional him would not really understand ,but I guess only because what he means to me and what he has contributed to me as an individual was too immense to be summed up in a cliche phrase.
Now that I am aparent myself I realise it even more that what moms and dads give us is simply beyond any measure.As I grew up I did start seeing my parents in a new light ,as also individuals with their pecularities and flaws ,but nevertheless dad "papa",as I call him will always be my hero.
As I am writing this he calls and as usual we talk about routine things ,I once again try to push the I LoVE YOU out but am choked with emotion and I know he knows....
Papa I Love You......
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
BHOPAL:HOW CAN WE FORGET,HOW CAN WE FORGIVE
Around midnight on the intervening night of December 2–3, 1984, the Union Carbide plant in Bhopal released methyl isocyanate (MIC) gas and other toxins, resulting in the exposure of over 500,000 people.
Some 25 years after the gas leak, 390 tons of toxic chemicals abandoned at the UCIL plant continue to leak and pollute the groundwater in the region and affect thousands of Bhopal residents who depend on it
The victims of the biggest industrial accident are yet to receive succour. “The Bhopal Gas Tragedy “ has been lost in the collective consciousness of the nation. Yes, life has to go on - we must light candles and offer prayers for the victims of September, 11 2001 - but do we spare a thought for those who lost their lives in poorer nations like our own?Or is life too cheap here?
Despite a quarter of a century having passed the factory site has not been cleaned up. More than 100,000 people continue to suffer from health problems. Efforts to provide rehabilitation – both medical care and measures to address the socio-economic effects of the leak – have fallen far short of what is needed.
Some 25 years after the gas leak, 390 tons of toxic chemicals abandoned at the UCIL plant continue to leak and pollute the groundwater in the region and affect thousands of Bhopal residents who depend on it
The victims of the biggest industrial accident are yet to receive succour. “The Bhopal Gas Tragedy “ has been lost in the collective consciousness of the nation. Yes, life has to go on - we must light candles and offer prayers for the victims of September, 11 2001 - but do we spare a thought for those who lost their lives in poorer nations like our own?Or is life too cheap here?
Despite a quarter of a century having passed the factory site has not been cleaned up. More than 100,000 people continue to suffer from health problems. Efforts to provide rehabilitation – both medical care and measures to address the socio-economic effects of the leak – have fallen far short of what is needed.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
eco-friendly mom
It is enviornment day today...
When I was a student my concern for enviornment was evoked by essays,debate competitions and painting competitions on this day.Also seeing my hometown grow from a quaint little hill-station into an ugly semi-city was apalling.
Delhi was an eye-opener about enviornment, and no I am not referring to its posh green pockets but the polluted suffocting majority.
Now as a parent my concerns for what kind of enviornment I'll leave behind for the next generation are very heartfelt and real,so are the horrors that statistics project for future.
Today in my own little way I decide that I want to leave our planet alive and kicking for the next generation and so now on I will also be an eco-friendly mom.To begin with have stopped writing a paper diary,instead will keep this blog...
When I was a student my concern for enviornment was evoked by essays,debate competitions and painting competitions on this day.Also seeing my hometown grow from a quaint little hill-station into an ugly semi-city was apalling.
Delhi was an eye-opener about enviornment, and no I am not referring to its posh green pockets but the polluted suffocting majority.
Now as a parent my concerns for what kind of enviornment I'll leave behind for the next generation are very heartfelt and real,so are the horrors that statistics project for future.
Today in my own little way I decide that I want to leave our planet alive and kicking for the next generation and so now on I will also be an eco-friendly mom.To begin with have stopped writing a paper diary,instead will keep this blog...
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