Disaster
management
Sir,
Disaster-the
demon, disguised as high, brutal, merciless waves
ravages the low, humble, merciful coast, Disaster
invades the flourishing green fields with its
giant feet; disaster envelopes the peaceful brown
huts in its hostile arms: disaster grasps the
laborious farmer within its enemy tentacles-and
swallows all lonely creatures who dare to
obstruct its path. Disaster the devil exhausts
its energy and abandons its victims but disaster
the spirit rejuvenates its strength and haunts
its prey. And so disaster prevails-on the bank,
in the fields, in the hearts-in every nook and
corner. Nothing but disaster is prevalent.
Prevalence is disaster itself.
Disaster the evil
force wakes up from its deep slumber-hungry and
restless. He raises his monstrous head from under
the blanket of the earth and the soil cracks, the
seas roar, the mountains split up. The land moans
with the pain of disaster and the sons of the
land groan with their dying mother. Disaster the
monster shook the earth, weakened the crust,
agitated the waters and shocked the man. Disaster
the lethargic devil submits to its drowsiness
again, but alas disaster the fear awakens in the
hearts of anxiety-ridden, desperate human beings.
Thousands of men, women and children shuffle off
the mortal coil, but disaster lives on.
Disaster sweeps
the country in a single, fatal, horrific stroke.
From the coastland in Orissa to the deserts in
Gujarat, from the mountains in Kashmir to the
island in Kanyakumari, disaster asserts its
authority. Disaster the incurable nervous ailment
afflicts the minds of our great leaders and they
commit disastrous blunders. Disaster reigns at
the centre and rules in the states. The whole
nation bears the disastrous consequences of its
disaster-prone temperament.
Indians invite
disaster to call on them and prove excellent
hosts by virtue of their pretence, inefficiency,
inconsistency and negligence. We were neither
born with disaster-management skills nor did we
learn the survival technique from the west. Our
disastrous flows expose us to disaster-disaster
bares our vulnerability. Our disaster pessimism
renders us helpless in the face of disaster. Ours
is truly a sad tale-it opens with a disastrous
action and closes with an equally disastrous
reaction. As long as there is a catastrophe
within us, there will always be one without.
Fellowmen, at last
I have located the disaster alarm and as I press
it, its shrill cry shatters the silence of the
night and urges all and sundry to rise above
their shortcomings and break free of their
inhibitions. It calls upon us to respond
positively to a negative indication and strive
hard until disaster ceases to lurk menacingly on
our lives.
Yours etc..
Sukhmani Khorana
e-mail-sukhmanill@usa.net
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