Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “above/below.” Use one, use both, use ’em however they inspire you. Bonus points if you use them both. Enjoy!
I am listening to a fascinating series of lectures on Archaeoastronomy. It is all about stars above us and their relation with archaeological remains of long ago. Many architectural marvels are still found intact and some have been lost forever. The lectures have so interested me that I am reading a book by R N Iyengar. It is called Archaeo-astronomy and Ancient Indian Chronology. Hopefully I will be able to understand something of the subject.
Stars remind me of the fascinating story called Nightfall by Isaac Asimov and Robert Silverberg. The story is set in a planet which is surrounded by six or seven suns, there is no darkness there. But once in 2000 years all the suns are aligned in such way that the planet experiences nightfall. The main characters know some catastrophe is going to happen from archaeological remains but they do not know what exactly will happen. Isaac Asimov is my favourite science fiction writer.
And how can I not be reminded of ‘twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder you are, up above the world so high…’, the popular English lullaby written by Jane Taylor ? I read about her and it is really fascinating that she wrote these evergreen words in 1806. Generations of children have loved it and still like it. Our granddaughter likes it very much, she joins her fingers to make a diamond shape when she says ‘star’ 😊.
Like the stars above us, the water below us is so important for our existence. I remember my father telling me about hard water’ in Hospet, the town where he lived his childhood. This was in the 1930s and 40s. All the wells in their locality had hard water, it was salty and not suitable for drinking. There was an old man called Ramachari. He worked in a hotel. He had a three wheeled handcart with four small holes to hold water pots. He collected water from a well in front of a house. This water was special because it was sweet. The owner of the house was generous because he allowed Ramachari to sell the water. He distributed it to people who had hard water in their wells. My grandfather too bought water from Ramachari. It was used for drinking and cooking. My father remembered Ramachari fondly as he told wonderful stories to children. He had bells in his cart and when children heard the ringing, they all ran to him and enjoyed listening to his stories.
Our planet gives so much to us and helps to make our life a better one but it is tragic to read about meaningless destruction we are inflicting in the name of ‘so called’ development activities everywhere. So much is being destroyed in the Himalayas. We read about it in today’s newspaper. But , nature has her say. Many a time I feel we are taking the first steps towards extinction. I was listening to lectures on extinctions in Coursera. From the moment life started on Earth, during different ages, different plants and animals have lived for tens and thousands of years. They have become extinct. Homo sapiens sapiens came into being by accident. And with their coming, other living beings are becoming extinct at faster rate. We will have to pay for this. I know it sounds pessimistic but what comes into being will have to go out being, some time or the other.