Mumbai’s mountain of waste, the Deonar dumping ground, is a source of livelihood for ragpickers and scrap dealers. Why then, would they start a blaze that scorches their homes?
Do my dreams of hopping on airplanes to visit places across the world nullify all my efforts to save something for my child? The more I think about it, the more I realise that this question sums up the reality with which I raise my son. I beat my chest about raising temperatures while making sure he is indoors, cooled down by the running air conditioner.
The Chennai water crisis has been a wake-up call for many Indians. Those of us who lived somewhere comfortably between “sab chalta hai” and “jugaad” are now a seriously conflicted lot, worried about the future of the planet. If this spurs us into action, eco-anxiety might not be such a bad thing.
The humble pear and the doctor-approved apple no longer cut ice. As city folk up their fruit game, the person most thrilled with this one-upmanship is the farmer.
From inaugurations of events like the IPL to star-crossed lovers in our films staring dreamily into the distance as the sky lights up with fireworks, we’re hostage to the belief that no celebrations are complete until a few rockets have been fired into the night sky.
Last week, an earthquake that recorded 4.5 on the Richter scale jolted parts of Delhi and Haryana. Tremors were felt a few days later, and a few days prior to that event. While these have been mostly harmless, recent studies suggest they might be a sign that something larger is on its way.
What started off as thrift shops to endorse second-hand goods have now become means of selling export rejects against aestheticised backgrounds. The “donation drives” by fast-fashion brands are a farce. Your old clothes are not being recycled – 90 per cent are trashed or burnt.