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Well....let me not round some nonsense. Here we go...

Dint get any topic rather than this...PLASTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The face of the goddess is 25,645 feet from the crown of her head to her chin, and she is smiling at me. Her name is Nanda Devi, and she is part of the great Himalayan massif, of which i have a grandstand view from the garden. Looking at the Devi, i can’t helt but think how blessed we are to have such wondrous mountains and hills we ccan call our own. Or rather how privileged we are to belong to them. And how do we repay that privilege? Its the still growing by some six centimeters a year. What has been our contribution to the further growth? Plastic. Plastic in all sizes, shapes, forms and avatars:water bottles, pouches, bags, cups, sheets, plastic in all of its myriad manifestations.

Our love of plastic is well known. We have choked all our cities, towns, villages and countryside with the stuff. Mera Bharat Mahaan? Dunno about that. Mera Bharat maha Plastic? Most certainly. And having smothered all our plains with plastic, we’re now carrying our increasing the altitude of our hills and mountains by heaping them mounds of plastic.

Why are we doing it? Why are we burying alive our country, particularly our mountains and forests, in plastic? Are we congenital vandals, inveterate garbage dumpers? Of course not. We are covering our beloved country in plastic to protect and preserve it. I take a last look at Nanda Devi’s smile, before it gets hidden forever by our terminal plastic surgery.