Himalaya Parvat breaks silence

There is in the northern direction, the supreme Lord (Adhirajah) of mountains, possessed of a divine nature (devatatma) by name Himalaya…

                          (opening verse of Kalidasa’s Kumarasambhavam)

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 Maati kahe kumhaar se tu kya ronde mohe/ Ik din aisa aayega men rodungi tohe

                                                                                                                              (Kabir)

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Hi, I am Himalaya Parvat- “Adhirajah of mountains” and “divine”. Long and wide is my reach and sweep extending from the northeast to the northwest. High and tall I stand like a formidable sentinel keeping watch. And I am a sight to behold when grandma Nature weaves a tapestry of silvery mane with generous showers of snow over me. Doesn’t Mother India look majestic and resplendent with my snow-laden peaks that look like a tiara over her brow?

A vast diversity of trees and plants swing and sway merrily over my vast bosom. I am home to many a wondrous animal and bird. With pride and glee, I watch the majestic tiger take a leisurely walk, the deer waltz and play, peacocks dance and larks sing. I am the abode of lord Shiva. Rishis and Munis have meditated in the solitude of my lap. Nature-lovers often come visiting to appreciate my mystique and wonder and return recharged by my healing touch and pristine beauty. Intrepid mountaineers undertake daring climbs over my forbiddingly steep heights and savour their moments of glory for their awe-inspiring feats. I wash Mother India with many rivers and streams emanating from the huge sheets of ice I own -  the glaciers as you call them. My vaults of natural resources provide you food and fodder, fruit and flower, minerals and materials. I protect you from extreme vagaries of weather by holding forth against the Nature’s wrath and fury. Thus the wheel of life happily rolls on.

But, let me not dwell on self-adulation. Today, breaching my dharma by breaking the unimpeachable silence gods have bestowed on me, with a heavy heart, I want to ask you all, am I not your protector; well-wisher; your benefactor? Why then, pray, have you been so recklessly ravaging me with such insane greed and rapacious hunger? You have pummelled my verdant slopes with dynamite, run your monstrous, ghastly, yellow-jawed machines to flatten my lovely green hills and valleys. Worse, you have bored miles-long massive holes right through my breast. Turning my big rocks into rubble you have brazenly dumped tons and tons of muck to choke my sprightly daughters - the rivers - leaving them gasping for breath, and angry. You have brutally felled my saintly deodars, sprightly pines, gentle firs and leafy oaks by the thousands to turn me into a famished, sickly old hag stripped nude and barren. From a beaming, proud, caring, life-sustaining guardian you have rendered me almost a weeping, bleeding, wounded cripple begging for life and mercy.

Therefore, having endured enough and borne your atrocities with a grin so far, my patience and forbearance have caved in. In fact, things have spun out of my control. I am sad and shocked at this sorry spectacle of destruction this monsoon. Loss of lives, your fancy homes, your big and wide 4-laned roads, fertile lands and inundations inflicting unspeakable misery saddens me too. But you didn’t heed my gentle warnings earlier, did you? … Remember Kabir’s gentle admonishment to ‘Kumhaar’? Unmindfully, you went on this suicidal path with your insatiable hubris that you are notorious for. Therefore, this is your own doing, your own karma, ‘man’.

All is still not lost. I will do all that is in my power to tame and pacify enraged Nature through my agency. But then guys, ball is ultimately in your court. For heaven’s sake desist from your reckless rampaging ways, rein in your untrammelled greed and learn to live and grow in harmony with me and Nature. Do build roads, homes, airports, whatever, but temper your ‘building’ frenzy with discretion and care. Don’t commit ecocide (read: mass suicide).

Bye-bye. Khuda hafiz. Jai Siya-Ram.

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  1. The author has very nicely painted a good picture of qualities of the Great Himalaya n mother nature along with warnings for future. Good piece indeed. Good luck🤞.

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