Saturday, 9 January 2016

Two Sides of Tourism Industry


The world is too wide with its scenic mountains, vast deserts, cheerful rainforests, shining beaches and interestingly India exhibits all these features of nature and hence it is called "The land of all seasons". Not only the nature's mystic presence but also the culture and ethnic traditions of India are worth experiencing, thus making India a tourism hotspot.
Travelling enlightens our mind, body and soul. Hence, all the nations take the advantage of the tourists to gain the foreign currency but as the old adage goes "One has to lose something to gain something" The industry prospers at the cost of environment. No doubt, tourism in million ways brings people closer and foster understanding between different cultures. Tourism, in developing countries such as India, is looked upon as a golden opportunity to promote development. A tourist arrival benefits all from a panipuri vala to the manager of a 5 star hotel. Yet a flip side exists of this flourishing industry. In a bid to please these foreign arrivals, we have harmed our culture and environment to a high extent. The country has witnessed a shift of younger generation from traditions. The green land is being cleared as fast as the speed of light for building roads to hard to reach places such as waterfalls in Uttrakhand. The wild life is bereft of their habitats and ironically the headlines say "A cheetah entered the city" while it is the city which entered the habitat of cheetah. Moreover, at times tribes do not survive infections that are got in to the area by the tourists due to lack of medical infrastructure in remote areas.
Thus, tourism industry does more harm than good to our nation but the government overlook the ill effects for the sake of economy. Area under tourism should be limited and a check should be kept on tourist activities for a prosperous nation.

Friday, 1 January 2016

Refugees and their message to Europe

A flash of light blazed,
And then thunder roared.
The dark clouds gazed,
And he sailed with no oars.

The raindrops have been coming down,
The bubbles going up all day
Now he is bereft of his town,
Wherein will he stay?

At the mercy of waves,
He hoped to reach the shore.
For food, he craves,
But the skies continued to pour.

Cold, hungry and tired out,
He shut his eyes filled with tears.
Though his faith was shadowed with doubt,
He fell asleep reminiscent of his dears.

 Now he found himself on sand,
The sand gave him motherly warmness.
He stepped on the long land,
And looked forward for kindness

But who knew the length of his joy,
Was as short as his age
For the helpless eleven year old boy,
The vast land had nothing but rage.

The people accused him,
For being terrorist in disguise
His eyes grew dim,
And burst into cries.

This unlucky population,
Have their lives torn apart.
Crisis destroyed their nation,
And Europe doesn’t accommodate them in heart.


O Europe! Don’t turn your back,
They beg you for shelter.
Is it too much to ask for?

Is it too much to render?

                           -Prateek Goyal