The Philanthropic Scope


-Sankhaya Singh Chandel, 2nd year, COE

Illustration by: Dhruv Vyas

Only when the last tree has been cut down, the last fish has been caught, and the last stream has been poisoned, will man realise that he cannot eat money. 

Colossal dusty dunes stand atop the lands where once life bustled, all the while extending till the heavens, they descend themselves to reach the Earth as if in pity for its loss. The golden sands from time immemorial embellish the once resplendent, idyllic Gaia and the enraged whistle of the winds, which once raced across the barren tracts. The pristineness of the greenery is stifled by the austerity of the sands while the misty odours of the wet grass fall into oblivion. The bud of life which blossomed eons ago now nipped, once and for all. 

Every conscience-stricken man at intermittent intervals leads himself to umpteen sleepless nights with the subsequent pondering of the events which could birth such a cataclysm. The awareness seems far deeply ingrained in the conscience of the current generation, manifesting itself in the cascade of environmental conscious episodes that have spiralled in recent years.

Fishermen are born for the sea and the sea shall solace their souls upon departure from this world. Their forefathers have toiled as they snatched their catch from the depths amidst the rumble and grumble of the seas. This tradition is as ancient as man itself. Now, however, is he to surrender his tools and his livelihood since he endangers the creatures of the sea and in essence, is responsible for environmental degradation? Could he sacrifice his ancestral reconstruction which puts a few morsels on his plate with the question of saving the environment looming over him? 

The mountain dwellers had occupied their place in the relative calm of the hills and the lap of nature for several millennia. This was until one day their homes were bulldozed to pave way for the construction of state-of-the-art reservoirs which would generate ‘renewable energy’ by channelling their waters. The prospect was palatable to the modern world and so was swiftly implemented. But what of those unfortunate beings whose lives were uprooted and had to part with their ancestral lands. In the name of environment preservation, is it just for one to pay too hefty a price like this?

If one were to introspect in such a manner, they would inevitably conclude that the section of society for whom the word ‘preservation’ has become tantamount to nightmare is massive. And if we were to achieve environment preservation in the truest sense and prolong humankind’s stay on this planet, we must do more than to just come up with fashionable solutions which, while may appeal to some, are lost to others. The need of the hour is to galvanise every cog of this huge wheel of humanity while ensuring that it is not done through mere sermons and preachings, instead through concrete actions.

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