I don’t need some weatherman or futurist or god-man/-woman/-child/-dog/-goat to tell me this – the world’s becoming a stormier, waterlogged, windswept, cyclone-battered, quake-shaken, tsunami-marooned place. My grandmom’s been saying it for decades. This, after all, is the age of Kali – the oft-quoted, always underestimated Kalyug. Where floods are just a leaking tap away, and an earthquake can cleave the earth in the middle of an Aerosmith concert.
So, let’s stop cribbing and go out and enjoy the suffering.
Sorry, that’s just me being perniciously cynical.
The reason? Here, read this
Founder-editor of The Green Ogre, Beej began this blog as a solo writing project in 2006. A communications professional, he has worked as a corporate storyteller, journalist, travel writer, cartoonist and photo-blogger. He was formerly the founder-editor of Yahoo India's travel site.
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