STOP ‘Litter’al Rubbish

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If there’s one firmly nailed and fixed characteristic of mine, it is to not litter, NEVER. And if there’s one thing I heartily HATE, it’s people who have no shame in littering anywhere at anytime.

I don’t get it how people can readily and easily throw something on the road, in the sea, on the beach, in building premises, or anywhere else, except the GARBAGE BIN! It is absolutely ridiculous to see well dressed women, with their ace make-up on, and spouting Oxford English, who do not blink for even a second before tossing papers, wrappers, or any waste material out of train or bus windows! I mean, woman, there’s no point of you looking like an educated person when you behave like an untrained creature.

A patrol jeep drives past litter strewn across Juhu beach, Mumbai. PC: Self.

It just enrages me to witness people treat our spaces like a garbage bin. I mean, okay, I admit that there are few dustbins around but that doesn’t mean you have the liberty to defile any place. I have a side-pocket in my bag where I keep all my used wrappers, papers and what not. I get home and throw them all out in the dustbin there. If there’s no side pocket in your bag, you could carry a paper/cloth bag in which you can keep all the waste material and empty them out in your home’s dustbin. Don’t tell me you can’t even do THIS little. If you can’t, then you’re just a lazy awful piece of rubbish whose character stinks worse than a garbage dump.

I once confronted a woman who threw a ball of paper out of the train window. She replied saying that it was anyway dirty outside (what a dumbshit reason!). I asked her, “So does that make it correct to throw that paper? Is this what you are teaching your children?” Her reply was just an embarrassed and shameful expression.

The floods that happened recently in Mumbai was not solely due to the fault of the BMC. It was jointly the fault of all those so called ‘proud’ Mumbaikars who choke our lovely city every second of the day with their litter!

In August last year, there was a massive clean up of the northern part of Versova Beach. A staggering 2.8 lakh kilograms of trash was cleared! That is utterly disgraceful and immensely disgusting.

Campaigner for clean oceans, Lewis Pugh at the Versova Clean up. PC

I request you, my dear reader, to stand up and stop people from treating our roads, tracks, and other beautiful spaces, like a garbage bin.

I hope you will join me in putting a stop to such menaces and help make our spaces clean, lovely, and beautiful to live in.

 

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Cheers,

Venice 🙂

 

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The Map to Wonderland #writebravely

PC

His eyes roved over the ethereal landscape spread before him on the floor. He traced a finger down beautiful lengthy roads, a deep valley, a pristine plain, gorgeous mountains topped with stunning peaks, two ponds of mysterious allure, and a cave filled with the moistness of a wild sea.

Nature’s design had him captivated. His finger paused, lingered, and wound along every curve and bend. His heart beat faster – it was thrilling, exciting, beyond anything he had ever experienced before.

Something snapped within him. He yielded to the tempting vista with a wild fervor.

 

… A passionate moan escaped her as he traced the map of her body fervently with flaming lips this time…

Her body was his treasure map, a map that led him to wonderland.

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6  Today’s prompt is to Feature a map and write about a place either real or virtual.

Cheers,

Venice 🙂

 

The Salt of My Life #writebravely

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For a long time while I was a child, I thought I was weird. Well, actually I am. No, not weird, but slightly quirky in bits and pieces. You see, I love daydreaming. I observe something and then my imagination blatantly ignores the real world and opens up an enchanting world where anything is possible.

Fish could sail through air, rainbows could be seen underwater, flowers could sing the loveliest tunes, roads made of exquisite jewels, elephants could be as small as ants, we could have dinosaurs as pets, and our houses would be on clouds! Oh, the many magical things have I daydreamed… each one as precious and rare as the next.

My imagination opens the doors to spaces where I can experience a world that exceeds reality. My mind and vision are broadened by what I see and feel. Yes, feel. These daydreams of mine are as real as reality for me.

It is my refuge during days filled with life’s harshness and bitterness. Imagination helps me overcome the most will-breaking days of my life. When I’m in doldrums, my imagination with it’s vivid visions of positivity and brilliance instills me with hope, courage, and strength to pull through and get back to business.

Imagination also fuels my writing. Without it, my writing would be soulless.

If there’s one resource that’s stood the test of time, and been by me through all the shades of life, it is my imagination and my daydreams. They infuse a distinct flavour to life. Perhaps, they’re the salt of my life.

What’s the salt of your life? Do you have a resource that you have or use in life?

 

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 Today’s prompt is to Share about a resource/s you have or use

Cheers,

Venice 🙂