Sunday, 11 June 2017

Beach Disaster: Trumpeting For Change

Had to bathe four times this morning to feel clean again. The reason?
I decided to go for a walk on the beach. Monsoons are just around the corner. The signs are unmistakable. The GULMOHUR tree outside my window has become a fiery red. There is a coolness in the air. The sky is overcast. Beautiful weather.

Remembered Dad today. This is the weather he used to love to swim in. Decided to follow in his footsteps. The sea has become rough and stormy. It will become more intimidating as the monsoons progresses. The breakers will become enormous and the tides will become very strong.

Dad used to take us to the beach very often when we were small. It was clean, smooth and white and in those days. With the onset of the monsoons all sort of marine life appeared on the beach. Jellyfish and blue-bottles arrived in enormous numbers and were left behind on the shore when the tide receded. And there were crabs scurrying around on the sand everywhere and the sky was alive with seagulls – beautiful creatures, white as snow and swift as lightening.

But things have changed now. Juhu Beach is no longer what it used to be. Marine life has disappeared almost completely. I don’t see crabs anymore. I haven’t seen when any jelly fish, blue-bottles either. And seagulls have been replaced by crows.

The beach is no longer clean and smooth and white as it used to be. It is chock full of garbage now. At least it was this morning.

After a rather short walk (one had to keep avoiding the muck lying around) I decided, in the memory of Dad, to take a dip in the sea. I used to be terribly scared of the water till Dad taught me how to swim. I decided to give it a shot in his memory. I had barely swum beyond the breakers when I saw something floating in the water not so far away. On closer scrutiny, I discovered that it was turds. They were floating freely. One was floating close to my arm. They were, in fact, all around me. I was not so much swimming as going through the motions, so to say.

I ran out of the water as fast as I could and headed for home and bathed four times scrubbing myself almost as red as the Gulmohur tree  outside my window before I felt clean again.
Climate change, Gentlemen. Inexorable, inevitable, seemingly incurable climate change. I say incurable because Donald keeps trumpeting that the phenomenon does not exist and that the members of the Paris accord are wasting their time trying to reverse the process. 

On his next visit to India we should suggest that he take a swim in the sea here. Even that might fail to change his mind. He is an obstinate man. As his predecessor President Lyndon Johnson said: "Things will get a lot worse before they can get any better!"

1 comment:

  1. Sad state of affairs. Trump needs to experience the dump; this may help make him see sense. Sense? Trump? That's an oxymoron!!!!