In the End.....

As the 3rd semester declared its term end...awl we cared about was signing and getting certified our files, standing in long queues just to submit the bloody file.... But we hardly thought about the things that we had learnt in these few months... These 3 months which passed away commencing our term end today were maybe the most fabulous as well as tensed times of our lives.... ' DEFAULTER LIST' a term that literally harassed if you were ought to be in that list....counting the bunked lectures to avoid the defaulters was most probably the primary aim of everyone rather than taking interest in lectures we just attended to fill the attendance percentage....... The newly developed strong bonds between us awl were like the new evolving bud .... fresh and yet so strong to be together...New friends with awl new teachers was not only the part of it but we had developed some different bonds amongst us which seemed unbreakable... mm still i felt we had the most stupidest and yet smartest people wid us....Talking about me ..i wud say i was not that quite yet was a observer at first...friends were something to be a part of me for 4 yrs so was waiting to choose perfect ones....Few teachers were like jesters...including the NA sir ..but then who wud had thought that he wud be taking revenge on people in DEFAULTER LIST..hahaha.....most memorable part was people taunting me on being favorite of him ....and hence i getting more grades... hahaha....still these few months were like those few memorizing times of life which were damn sweet, sour as well as wanting at the same time......wish i could grab awl the seconds , minutes and hours of these few but yet sweet long weeks to live them again.....

Lightly wind brushed my face as if whispering some verses of romantic moments shared between you and me...I really did not wanted yesterday to end ...wanted to be with you, hold your hands and for that one sweet day wanted you to know that you had become part of my life, which was so important than the other ordinary moments of my life...

I just wanted everything to be perfect ...everything to land perfectly....."Dress check, its perfect...awesome ...i am just waiting for you now... " I was a bit nervous because we were actually going to meet face to face today after long year... never thought that the movie ' I hate Love Stories' was actually making my own love story to flourish....

Though i was quite nervous i felt like a free falling feather...and as beautiful as some romantic song being played for you and i were gonna meet...this was the first time i was realizing that I so very much wanted to be with you but i was just adding up years awl these times and giving you new reasons for everything.....

When we met finally face to face, I never wanted to gaze my sight up to see your sweet and innocent face rather I was very busy blushing at the thought that how am I going to start any conversation with you....but just to feel u holding my hands i found guts to have you even more closer that we were never apart again .....

Moist Life...

Sliding through my dreams maybe your thoughts will never perish but it is very true that I have chosen a different road for myself. Thinking about those beautiful memories, I still cannot help myself from stopping the sarcastic smile, which appears on my face. Maybe it wont work I think, I needed break. My life gave me sorrows every time and I do not think I have witnessed anything rather than a moist season in my life. Making my life was no less than making me witness my powerlessness and make me shed tears of blood. Helplessness grabbed me all over again, a moment without you was very harsh and impatient, I felt like what was living worth when my wounds were never healed and slaved for. You left me alone, when I needed you the most. I was never able to understand the plot of life when even my own people appeared like strangers...

Maybe I made some mistakes unwittingly but I did not deserve to be stoned for every moment of my life, and I thank you for those moments when I was hardly able to see beyond the fog of sadness... Humid and moist nature of my life when I was craving for you was maybe perhaps the most unwanted part of my life...Dilemma of life was much harder, never did my life make friendship with me and whenever did I meet you I just felt that at every point of life I was given a gift of sorrows and tears... I cannot remember when the last time I laughed and still you want me to be with you... How can life be so rude to me, life was changing its pace for every moment and people said that life was full of happiness but why was I to witness sorrow every time. Tomorrow always meant a new upbringing of sorrow to me...Resting my head on your shoulder and holding you and crying out my pain relaxed me but since you left me alone I just broke apart like a falling glass breaking apart into several pieces...  Meeting you was like meeting perfect smile for just a few seconds of life, you meant everything to me. Spring season of my life suddenly changed its way back to scary monsoon making me cry for loving you every moment...

Sorry but it has taken years of my life to make myself understand life and I don’t want to go on ahead but I just want to break apart and live my life, because for every bloody tear which you have made me cry I have wasted my whole life for it...

Relationships sometimes are better kept like broken glasses rather than picking the pieces of glasses to join them, because this hurts oneself... Plot of life is better played as it is...rather than changing its direction because change of directions in wind like relationships may up bring storms...

Thought to think......

Men and Women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they were born, the city, apartment or farm in which they learn to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives' tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read and the God they believed in.
These are the things which you can enjoy if you have truly lived them and not just by hearsay.....

Encountering Kenny....

Traversing along the dusty and lonely road of Sahara; reminds Kenny of his old days, when he used to travel long distances with his friends just to reach that place... Lavishing near the bar tender girls, carrying a bottle of vodka just for fun and how that one day of his life took him to a distance nowhere to be known, understood and realized maybe at that point of time.
" I still don't believe myself hitting my dad with a golf club and abusing and cursing him...," he completely seems to be lost in his own world again...

Kenny was in grade 9 when his goon friends forced him to take a shot of heroin....
" I did not feel that better but was neither reluctant to take a second shot..." He says his life had no goals, no aims which left nothing for him... "Death ends everything, I mean all stories and perspectives of life ..." wonders a bit and reluctantly ignores ongoing conversation between his parents...

"We used to visit there weekly before but I did not know that it was going to kill me...I really thank my parents and Christ for saving me... All stories like mine surely do not end as fairy tales but I am really happy that I had my parents who came as angels for my help..."

Every year several kids like Kenny are affected by drug addiction. I do not say that response towards drug addicts must be positive in order to make them more argumentative and ignorant but rather it should be a more softer approach in order to encourage them to see different modes of life. Encourage them to enjoy brighter modes of life, do not push them more into darkness by rejecting them out of your world...because every story is not a happy ending but still cant be kept to make it visualize a death.

Living My Ways...

Next time you are addressed in some or other gossip its better to avoid them... People talk for months maybe 4 or 5 then sooner or later they'll get new issue to discuss about... My friend told me people were talking about me months back when he was told not to be with me... I still wonder why people are limited to their own thoughts... They neither have passion for anything rather be their own love... when i am trying to be committed to someone their bloody holes burn up....I still laugh on the thought that they just make up things so that they'll get connect with me in some or other way.....

Moms talk and understand.....

Contrast and struggle are both part of our lives and maybe they help us strengthen our bonds with other people. No two people can overall be same and identical in characteristics. Maternity ward displays this variant factor most precisely. Richard Maternity ward has a very special place in my heart and connects me emotionally with those mothers who were present over there that day.

Eliza was going to have her first baby; completely unaware of the pain, she was nicely enjoying with others in the maternity ward. “It’s my first baby,” she said. The newly developed feeling of first motherhood clearly reflected in her innocent eyes. “It’s giving me such a wonderful feeling; I will always cherish these sweet moments of my first motherhood”.
“Girl you are surely going to remember this; it’s going to be a breath taking journey. It’s my fourth child and to tell you, pushing is really very difficult.” Mama Jenny started her old tale again; she always used to tell these tales to those having first motherhood. “It’s like pushing a rock through the tap,” she roared with laughter. All the women were interested in Mama Jenny’s motherhood tales and truly telling, they were as refreshing as water to a tired traveler. “My husband was comforting me and telling me to push harder when I just barked at him, freak can’t you see the hole is too small than the obstacle inside?” She laughed again. “To tell you all people, if this time I have a baby boy again then the freak will drive me again to bedroom to work harder. He needs a baby girl and I am getting older day by day,” she laughed but seemed somewhat worried.

“Mama, who’s that girl in the last bed?” I asked curiously.
“She is really unlucky, you know, child.” She got upset. “Her dick headed boyfriend doesn’t want to take responsibility of her baby.” I tried talking to Angela but it was worthless she never replied. Mama Jenny used to sing a song for her every day.
Even though her bed lay besides the window, it seemed the darkest corner of the maternity ward, which was full of sorrows. After a longer pause between her and me, she finally decided to speak. “I write different lines for God, I ask him to save my angel from that man. He ruined my life. My parents refuse to take my responsibility as well. I wish I died out of pain. Will you promise to make sure my angel will be safe? Please tell me.”
I was really feeling completely burdened with responsibility but I am happy I said yes that day. Today angel is safe with her because she was assured that day that whole world was not as bad as she thought and there existed a part of good humans as well. I had read a few lines on her papers, and were most beautiful words that had poured her pain all in once:

“For what should I live if its hurts losing you? I have no more answers but the only life I have lived tells me to enjoy the pain that you are giving me because you are my happiness as well which will merge with me when I die.”

Second Innings - Spring Season

Geriatric ward gives one a complete full-fledged insight into various family sagas. For people it might be just a ward that takes care of old people; who are completely orthodox and unaware of present day developments in technological and social strata. However, for me it was not only a beautiful experience but I became a part of their families as well. It was just experiencing lives of few people who were struggling to make new bonds and relationships with their second innings of life.
George, that is what he told me to call him, was troubled with a completely fractured life. His son had left him over there for past three years, though the hospital payments were made on time but George’s eyes always searched for his son. “I hope he’ll take me back home. I want to see my grandchild...” Still he was happy somewhere that his son had left him over there. “I am though very much happy over here, living my second innings, rather than staying with such a family which doesn’t need me anymore. I am really lucky, I have settled here for good with so many of us living the same life but a satisfactory one.”
Who said only we are aware of the new technological developments? Well, then to make to clear I must say Ryan is much more updated than we are. He was a researcher in national university and was staying in ward for over a month. His son had kept him over there coz he was on a roaming business. “The newly developed Bluetooth device is surely going to make people look even freakier. The Robocop look would fade away but public wont be able to see the device in your ears...,” he says, the sparkling knowledge never makes him look older. “They can’t steal my knowledge at least. Even you my child will get dragged into this corrupt world whose environment is getting more and more unhealthier and greedy and that you’ll stop coming here.” He changes his mood suddenly and asks me to play cards with him.

However, now I was happy that these people chose to live their second innings of life. Geriatric Ward – Do not mistake your limited thinking level to visualize old and sulking orthodox people just gossiping over there. Richard Hospitals geriatric ward is like a spring season in midst of sorrowful autumn environment spread in the hospital. Second Innings of life can be so interesting I had never thought so. Geriatric ward was like experiencing the first rains; the new drops of thoughts poured into my mind and gave me new refreshing thoughts about our grandparents, making me realize that happiness can really change the world and is the need of the world.

Peace is My Religion

Whats your religion? This question maybe has most number of answers ever obtained. People will tell you all the bio - data regarding their caste, creed and even its origin. Isn't nationality enough to do your all bloody work? Why do we have to divide everyone, every time under various categories provoking a feeling of hatred and reserved nature of their caste or religion...? No religion ever teaches violence or hatred, then why do we have to cipher people; throwing them on other side of the ego boundaries? Why do we categorise a few religions as violent ones while other as pure and sacred as snow? Remember yourself saying at least once in life time 'Islam religion teaches violence !' If theres a lot of bloodshed in the city can you differentiate among the bloods of people, whether that's Hindu , Muslim or any other religions blood ...??

Thinking beyond all these minor things I completely feel that if we have to group people then divide them under the Good and the bad category rather than fighting among yourselves and letting the others take advantage of it.....
Opting a new religion i.e. the PEACE would make at least Earth live for other 40 years more. As we move along with the technology and other things .... we are surely inviting a 3rd World War near our door steps - The Nuclear War. Mind you when we all are so busy with our uncertain and aimless lives, forgetting the basic human religion of 'humanity'; we are giving rise to several new problems which are continuously dividing us on religious grounds. 'Forgiveness' is ceasing away and we have become too busy with revenge and gossips.....

Seriously, Technologically advancing world is so backward at its base .......

Nature’s Own – Cherishing Nagaland.

Nagaland – one of the most cherished 7 sisters of India is a fabled land which time has just let be. The unmanicured; almost raffish woods bring out the natural wilderness which has not been corralled into parks or gardens. The lazy, slithering tracks of the valley are sure to let you out near some waterfall or to bump you into someone who is very much ready to ask you for dinner, lunch or at least a cup of warm tea. Rounding it up briefly, Nagaland evokes in you and itself a sense of serenity, serendipity, peace and a strong will to caress the natural beauty of earth. Nagaland’s stunning panoramas, ancient legends, shamanistic mysteries, spontaneous music and dancing, camaraderie and infectious hospitality continue to wait for tourists who have very little time on their land. Like the say every coin has two sides, apart from visualizing the place as it seems from distance we should spare sometime to think about the land and its people, both of which are warm and incorrigibly informal. They make visitors feel like family almost immediately.

History and Its Trimming:

For all the excitement that Nagaland arouses in the mind’s eyes of the tourists, whetted by the scenic drive from Dimapur to Kohima, the capital could look almost blank and plain at first glance. However, as the day ends – and it ends rather early, around 4:00 pm – capital beautifies for the night. Bara basti one of the largest settlements in Asia turns out into incandescent dreams, the urban morning is muffled by clouds and the silence of hills takes over. However, apart from the night there are several sites in and around the town, which are desperate for visitors. Kohima cemetery, a tribute to the soldiers who laid down their lives pushing back the Japanese army during the Second World War. Garrison Hill, where the well-layered lawns and the rose–ringed epitaphs offer a silent tribute to fallen braves, was the spot where on 4 April 1944, the British Second Division clashed with 10,000 strong Japanese 31st Division in hand – to – hand combat.

Today, the cemetery is watched by two towering crosses and welcomes everyone who comes to offer respect to braves taking out time from their city lives full of hustle and bustle. Tragopan Sanctuary, which has been trying to save the endangered Blyth’s tragopan since 1988, is located in Khonoma – an Anagami village 20 Km away from Kohima. Today the sanctuary is owned and managed by the Village Community of Khonoma and it has paved the way for several more initiatives across the state. Historically, Khonoma is considered as the birthplace of the Naga National Movement. Apart from the historic point of view, tourists mainly are attracted towards the Hornbill Festival of the state. This festival is held in first week of December; and is named after Hornbill – globally respected bird, which is displayed in folklore in most of the state’s tribes. Festival unites all the tribes and is considered most sacred and thus participation is compulsory. Major tribes which take part in this festival are – the Ao, Anagami, Sema, Lotha, Rengma, Chakhesang, Sangtam, Konyak, Phom, Chang, Yimchuger, Khiamugan, Zeliang, Kuki, Kachari and Pochury – at heritage naga village in Kisama to showcase their art, craft, culture, way of life fabrics and the totems carved out of tree. Apart from all this, the food makes you go hungry even when you are full. Nagas make mean dishes with pork – steamed, smoked, fried – that are doused with a cocktail of local herbs and spices that must be sampled. Do not make a mistake of leaving before you taste the heady rice beer the serve. Before going back to bed in your hotel room, do follow the crowds to the next-door venue after sundown for the Hornbill National Rock Contest, where bands from all over the country compete for top honors.
The largest and eastern most districts in Nagaland are full of all sorts of flora and fauna. Among the better known is Noksen, which is full of semi-evergreen forests and provide a sanctuary to animals like tigers, panthers, Himalayan bears, gaur, wild boar, slender, Loris and sambar. Among the birds – hornbill, tragopan pheasant and grey pheasant are some, which attracts tourists here at the wildlife reserve. So, people get ready to go on for adventuring the new nagaland, completely different from what you all think and see.

STOP disturbing the Food Chain - Save TIGERS

Tiger, India’s national animal seems as an epitome of pride, worship, fear, love and hatred. It evokes strong emotions, proving itself as a powerful icon for national heritage and culture. Though WWF – India was very firm in conserving them, it is very sad to say that only a few of them have been left untouched. Tigers were in surplus amounts in the Sunderbans, Western Ghats of Nilgiri, Terai Arc Landscapes (TAL), North Bank Landscapes (NBL), Kaziranga Karbi Anglong Landscape (KKL). However, poaching continued even when in 2003 WWF – India initiated a PROJECT TIGER.

To give a brief fact file of tigers I may include following points:

• Habitat & Distribution :
Tigers are widely distributed from Alpine Himalayas to rain forests of South Western Ghats (Rajasthan to northeast states)

• Description:
Male adults may range from 275 – 290 cm in length and female around 260 cm. However, their size and color vary according to geographic locations.

1. Territorial and solitary – territory may encompass ratio of 1 male to 2 to 7 female tigers. Single tiger’s territory may cover about 160 sq. Km

2. Feeds on deer, wild pig, boars and sometimes even on leopards and bears.

3. 3 of the 8 subspecies already extinct, which include Bali Tigers in 1940’s, Caspian Tigers in 1960’s and Javan in 1980’s.

4. On average can eat up to 60 pounds (27.2 Kg)


We have to face many conservation challenges in order to save them, because a day may arise when your kids will only see this epitome either in zoos or only in books. Deforestation is causing a major problem leading to habitat destruction and prey destruction. A tiger may survive well up to 20 years in zoo but it has long lifetime when it is dwelling in its habitat. Due to continuous poaching of deer and antelopes there has been a reduction in prey for hunting, causing a threat to overall food chain.
Tigers themselves have been a prey to poaching, hunting and illegal trade. Internationally a huge black market trades for tiger skin and rest all body parts. Tibetans wear tiger skin robes, wealthy collectors display their heads, exotic restaurants use their meat; their penis is said to be an aphrodisiac, and Chinese covet their bones for various types of health cures, including the tiger – bone wine, the “Chicken – soup” of Chinese meal. Experts say that tiger head is traded for about $ 10,000 or more.
It is very sad that in this money minded world the cost of the life is far poor. Tiger Farming – ever heard of that, if not then let me tell you all that these cruel zoo keepers trade captive tiger’s body parts and thus its not even known to anyone else as the system itself is corrupt enough to hide this, saying that tiger died of some disease. It is not only the case in zoos but also even the government based national wildlife sanctuaries, which are meant to save them!
Loss of habitat means that these creatures are forced to wander about in fields and other human territories leading to conflict with humans. It is obvious that they hunt the domestic animals for food because of the prey reduction. Thus in retaliation tigers are often killed by angry villagers. It is high time now that we realize the need to save tigers. Everything is totally interconnected and we need to fix all things before whole food chain breaks down.
As a responsible citizen of India, we can spread word about tigers and their importance in whole food chain. Apart from that be responsible tourist, as wilderness is to be experienced and not something that is to be disturbed. As the saying goes, “Don’t leave behind anything except footsteps and don’t take anything along except memories.” If in any case you feel laws are being broken then do inform your nearest police station about the act. Last but not the least reduce pressure on the natural resources; find ways to other renewable types of energies.

ALWAYS REMEMBER SAVING TIGER MAY COST YOU A MILLION DOLLARS TODAY BUT IF THEY ARE NOT SAVED THEN IT MAY COST YOU YOUR LIFE AS THE WHOLE FOOD CHAIN WILL BREAK DOWN.

HELP SAVE TIGERS.

Dividing Bharat to Make India

The rate of change of technological as well as the social development in every strata of life is may be most appealing to all of us. The fast moving life is forcing all of us to jump into the rat races of reality leaving no time and space for our family and ourselves. It has become very important for one to sustain ourselves in this race in order to withstand everything as well as enjoy all pleasures of life. But is it so necessary to compete in this race that we forget our moral values and culture for which we are known all over the world ? Agreed that change is the spice of life, but do we have have to forget love, affection and our social responsibilities adapting the change immediately in our life ? If change brings nudity, hatred, inferiority complexes, egoism and several other factors like these, then is such a change adaptable one? Do we have to disturb the whole base of social structure just for renovation ? Renovation does not mean disturbing the base of structure. Change is quite natural in this ever growing, fast and unpredictable life but is it not up to us to perceive only that change which does not ruin our culture and dignity.

After Independence India was changed to Bharat but we are dividing it into several Indias ! We are forgetting the language of affection, love, kindness adapting the changes. We have moved on towards the nudity - forgetting the times when women and her self dignity was everything to her, harassing people of lower sections of society who still have not been able to cope up with the change. If change is causing tremors in social cycle, then should we adapt such a change ..... ?

Another shameless year passes : Kasab still alive ....

I was quite sad for the news that even after an year and more has passed away for that unforgetful and probably the most horrifying day all of us had witnessed, Kasab is still alive - completely untouched. Ever wondered why we always fail to understand the intensity of crime or why do we always move on with life as it is ? Even after the whole facts and proofs were enough to give him a death sentence, he remains in the most lavishing state; enjoying all the available pleasures of life... A man who does not even deserve a peaceful death after killing so many innocent lives is still alive..! This maybe the most shameful thing for all the Indian government officials, who have failed to punish him. Its quite obvious that he'll later in plead for mercy and maybe he' ll even be granted that coz ... we are too generous about him...

Talking about the government i would rather say we all have become used to all these types of injustice... though we all very well know how to create a big issue of the most small thing we cannot judge the other big things and understanding the level of the undone things. Therefore everything goes as it is going, nobody is ready to stand against the injustice... and yeah dont forget even if one tries to we all pull him down.

Ever thought about those hundreds and thousands of small thieves who have been dumped into jails to suffer... and guess what their crime was that they only stole because they had a family to support... Have we become so shameless indeed ..?
But its not worth saying because again it will be the same year ahead with some people trying to fight but others still being in same place trying to commit injustice on lower sections of society for their own benifits.... GIVING RISE TO HUNDREDS OF MORE KASABS in the country itself....

A Morning Walk in Chilling Winters - a Frozen experience

I decided to go for a walk in morning the day before yesterday, with all the determination i decided that this time i surely will go for a morning walk no matter what happens. Completely unaware of the freezing winds even in morning 7 i thought it might be a very pleasent morning to look forward to, so i prefered not to take a hood with me. Stepping out i did realize that it might get a bit colder as i move from the residential place towards the central park. After about 5 mins when i reached somewhere near the golf ground area, where the residential area gets seperated the veiw was completely heart throbbing. The wide spread and the dense layer of fog was making me unable to see through the other side and it was completely difficult as even the street lights were turned off by then. A stream of chilling wind gushed through and i literally became numb head to toe. There were a few people though who were not affected by it and were running in the cold. On reaching the central park area i felt that if i might jog a bit maybe heat will develop and i will feel a bit less cold. After jogging for about 5 KM i preffered to sit for a while before going home. I just closed my eyes, and tried to breath in and out concentrating on the entirely pure, peaceful and the serene environment. I felt completely away lost in some entirely new place, moreover it appealed more to me because the cold breeze which swayed gave a completely new feeling of determination and a will to achieve something .....

Going Mona Lisa ways....

I still recall that incident from my college life when we had put up some rare artwork’s prints on the campus. “Hey mom I can really see her smile, can you?” a child responded to her perplexed mom. “Well, but then why can’t I?” Her mom seemed perplexed looking at the most beautiful and the most magnificent masterpiece until date. Well, some people really see her smile while others cannot but I compared this situation with my life. The confused state of life was very much resembling the confusing masterpiece of Leonardo da Vinci. I did not know where I was going aimlessly and what I was doing. It seemed natural that this Mona Lisa smile was miles apart from the actual state of my world.



As Angela Monet has said, “Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who did not hear the music.” Well I was dealing with something horrible. My mom always used to tell me that you have to deal with people of different attitudes and learn to adjust with them. However, was it my fault that I tried to but I could not? These were the typical thoughts, which came to my mind while I was dealing with my roommate in hostel. Her main aim was torturing me to the very best level. Talking loudly when I was trying to sleep, calling up friends while I was studying, etc. The limit crossed that day when she started blabbering that I was making her feel inferior in terms of money and that I should control myself. Moreover, when I was not feeling well she was busy talking with friends in room. Shouldn’t I react to all these things or just keep struggling with myself facing all the injustice?

The very unsaid and non-visualized Mona Lisa smile comes to my mind thinking of that time, maybe the most painful one I had gone through. People predict so much about that enigmatic masterpiece but no one can definitely say anything or give an explanation about the creator’s state of mind and what had he kept in mind while painting such a masterpiece. If you really concentrate upon the masterpiece, you will see the woman smile but gradually the light mood of the painting seems to be turning to a serious one and you start wondering whether you really saw her smile or not. It was my condition though I seemed pretty well from the outer part as me but I was completely empty inside.

Frustrated with those living conditions I desperately needed some change, a change that would let me live in peace away from the chaos of that room.

Finally, I decided to drop one year of my college life for a change and I finally realized that I was completely correct on part and that doing some other course would bring me happiness as well. It is a part of life, dropping one year is not a big deal but to live life in an appropriate way must be our aim. We should always achieve excellence first and not the success. Today when I see the same masterpiece, I just focus on the positive nature of the work i.e. the light mood smile, which I see for a longer time than the previous condition. Therefore, I suggest all of you that if in any case you feel your life being pictured in Mona Lisa way, stop, think not for the success but for your own peace, maybe even you will find your way out of that

Be Ready for an Ice Age....

Nuclear War... has this been quite often heard huh...? Well then to tell you all the nuclear war which may happen in future will bring about such a large scale destruction that maybe we all will again return to the EARLY man stage...
Scientists of Australia and Japan predict that the large scale massacre which will be created due to nuclear war may leave Earth into permanent ice age. The remains of the nuclear war will lead to covering of the Earth's stratosphere which will block the sun rays and thus slowly but definitely all the sources will diminish leading this very forward man to the age old Early man stage. We all have witnessed the temporary but quite shocking ice age in Europe quite a few days before well then just imagine what would be the state when the permanent factor will dominate the temporary one.
To tell you all you would be wondering the safe and sound nature of water bodies that time as a source for food but even that life saving medium will be a poisoned one ...? Then where are you going ...??
Decide for yourselves..... STOP this differences amongst ourselves for a peaceful and a healthy future ahead....

I remeber a few lines of Swami Chidanand at this point....
" Work for the universal brotherhood and world peace.
Work as though this task depends on you...
Be an instrument of world harmony and peace.... "