A ban on single-use plastic is not something that can be achieved simply by carrying a reusable cloth bag to do your sabzi shopping. The ban will be successful only when a few basics are taken care of: Public awareness campaigns, investing in alternatives, creating an efficient recycling process, and then, systematically, creating economic incentives to switch from plastics.

Tourist trash is becoming a global emergency. In Nepal, 11 tonnes of garbage was collected from the Everest, which included everything from empty oxygen canisters to shrapnel. Manali turns into dump yards every holiday season, and in Goa, almost every beach has been vandalised by garbage.

Ignoring the thousands of clarifications from the Save Aarey movement that it was in no way against the building of a metro shed, the city’s “whatabouters” believe there’s only one thing standing between Mumbai becoming a world-class city of the future and the dystopian nightmare it is today — anti-development hypocrites.

Most of us have probably heard Greta Thunberg’s viral appeal to stop climate change. But few know that she’s not alone in this fight. Joining Greta at the UN climate summit is young Uttarakhand girl Ridhima Pandey, who has been fighting for the environment since she was nine.

Last August, Greta Thunberg was a lone 15-year-old sitting outside the Swedish parliament, with a “School Strike for Climate” placard. A year on, the world is rallying behind her as she leads one of the biggest climate change protests in history. How has this teen managed to do so much in such little time?

Excitement and optimism characterised Steve Irwin’s approach to conservation. But with all that we’ve learned about climate change, habitat destruction, and wildlife extinction in the 13 years since his passing, would he be the same jolly optimist?

World leaders and the common man alike have taken to social media to #SaveTheAmazon. As the outrage escalated, Brazil’s Jair Bolsanaro took a diplomatic U-turn and sent in the military to fight the fires. Donations have now started pouring in from around the world to help those on the ground.

For the past three weeks, the Amazon rainforest, the planet’s lungs, has been on fire, and only recently has the media taken notice, drawing global attention to the crisis. It sounds like an apocalyptic scene out of a blockbuster — but in real life, there are no superheroes to save the day.

This month is likely to be the wettest September in India in over a century, with the average rainfall across the country being 48 per cent above normal. At this point, the question must be asked – in a world impacted by climate change, will disastrous weather events become increasingly commonplace?

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.

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.

Comparisons have been drawn between Cyclone Fani and a superstorm of a similar scale that struck in 1999. The super-cyclone, sometimes referred to as Cyclone Paradip, hit Odisha and caused the deaths of almost 10,000 people, making it one of the worst natural disasters recorded in Indian history.

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.

In Delhi, winter is now the time of difficult breathing. The throat itches, the eyes water, the nostrils hurt. A city that lends itself so well to the outdoors forces everyone to stay indoors with windows shut tight.

Delhi’s parks have often served as a haven for those marginalised by the city’s many problems – space, pollution, and security. To some, the park is just that stretch of earth that doesn’t smell of burnt rubber. To some, it’s the only place where they can take a deep breath without worrying about the air quality index.

Not only do Indians have an astonishing lack of civic sense, we can also counter it with classic whataboutery. India will continue to top lists of dirtiest cities in the world, until we teach the next generation to pick up after themselves, instead of posing with brooms on social media.

Perhaps the most enduring image from the Kerala floods is of a fisherman selflessly kneeling to help victims climb aboard inflatable boats. It’s true. Some superheroes don’t wear capes.

The floods in Kerala, considered the worst in a century, have claimed over 324 lives and displaced over three lakh people. Once Kerala survives this, it’s evident that God’s own country will have to be rebuilt from scratch. And they'll need our help.

Weather in India is as contentious as our language, cuisine, and politics. It is not just a conversation starter, it is where our differences go to die and find a new life. If we didn’t have the weather, how would we discuss our government’s corruption and apathy, based on that one pothole, with perfect strangers?

According to the International Commission on Stratigraphy, we’ve been living in the Meghalayan age that began with a drought 4,200 years ago. While that might cause excitement among nerds, it’s a reminder that we are ever closer to the global water crisis.

Trying to live sustainably is not easy. Some days, I’m too tired to fight the battle. It’s hard, time-consuming, frustrating, inconvenient, and expensive. But I know it’s worth it.

When I was growing up, milk packets would be washed and stuck on kitchen tiles for drying – for rotis to be packed in for lunch. After a little wear and tear, mom would fold the plastic packets and use them as a trivet. Long before recycling became hip, every middle-class household practiced it.

How do you say goodbye to something you’ve known your entire life? After all, plastic is almost like an honorary family member in most middle-class households. But, to paraphrase Spider Man, “With great awareness, comes great responsibility.”

Whichever way you lean in the age-old debate of Delhi vs Mumbai, you have to admit the capital holds the edge in one area. Delhi HC’s order saving 16,500 trees from being chopped is a far cry from axe-happy Mumbai’s approach of felling 5,000 trees for Metro-3.

Our clothes now hardly last us for a year, and yet each piece of machine-made denim sold takes about a hundred litres of water to make. Once the denim loses its grip, it finds a way into our landfills. And that polyester in your jacket takes about 200 years to decompose.

The shooting and murder of Shail Bala Sharma, the Kasauli corporator, has exposed the rotten heart of the mountains. And we – who retreat to the hills every chance we get – are responsible for the corruption hill towns are steeped in. The problem is that our relationship with these pieces of paradise, is all take and no give.