Nocturnal fables
I still lay awake,
Thinking that midnight is far rewarding than the day,
Hearing the raindrops,
Falling from the heavens; shattering like pearl drops.
I know that the path to the valley is lonesome,
Feeling like it is still waiting for me,
I could feel the scent of flowers,
The yellow bluish gentian which covers the path.
The memories of the day comes in to my mind,
Again colouring my iris,
Silently diffusing in to me,
Like an enigmatic creeper.
Closing my eyes I could feel,
That I could feel my soul floating,
In the sea unfamiliar to me,
The sea of million faces…
The pervasion which falls around me,
Around my self-centered world,
The provenance falls around me,
And I can feel myself drowning.
The suffocation gets in to my nerves,
Sometimes like if I am never alive,
Like if I am not exist with blood and heat,
Inside the canopy of reality and victory.
The distant call of a sparrow,
Which I could feel the pain,
Growing from nothing to chaos,
Like if it’s in my own palm dying.
Realizing what I cared yesterday,
And what I have really given back,
Making me ill and scream,
Like the ravage of sanity.
Thinking what I have left for me,
And what really about myself,
Trying to go back sleep,
I could feel the numbness.
As the emptiness hovers over me,
Like a demon watching his prey,
The window puts its dull shadows,
Over the light olive walls of my room.
Knowing whether I am wrong,
Or whether I am right,
And knowing it doesn’t really matter anymore,
Thoughts smothering me like ether.
As the time passes like falling leaves,
Thinking how to forget everything,
And how to impale the pain,
I still lay awake…
Fuel price hike,its time to find a substitute.
“But unlike other biodiesel crops, jatropha can be grown almost anywhere — including deserts, trash dumps, and rock piles. It doesn’t need much water or fertilizer, and it isn’t edible. That means environmentalists and policy makers don’t have to worry about whether jatropha diverts resources away from crops that could be used to feed people.” Wall Street Journal
It all seems like the Cinderella story,the plant which was neglected by every one now becomes the brand new icon in fuel industry.Jatropha,is a shrub genus seen in all most the globe,can be the best candidate for the future energy production.Please click here to see the data sheet of jatropha technology
This plant can be cultivated extensively in India due to some reasons…
- India is densely populated country and the Fallow land holding per farmer is 1 to 10 acres. A family of farmer can take care of this size of land very easily, as far as plantation, harvesting as well as security is concerned. The infrastructure of Roads, Housing, Market is already there in Farmer’s village. This infrastructure substantially reduces cost, as compared to plantations on barren, vast, unhabited lands.
- Most of the farming in India is Organic by default. Cow dung is used as manure for Jatropha, and it is the cow dung which has done all the difference in low mortality of saplings, good yield, less pests etc. (In India there are 1 cattle for every 5 persons, 200 million cattle for 1 billion persons)
- In India, the day to day expenses are quite low and a daily per capita income of US$ 2, in rural areas, is good enough for survival. This makes Indian farmer, far more competitive as compared to farmers in developed world.
- The prices of Petroleum Products in India, are around US$ 1 per liter. If it is less than this, there is no incentive to farmers to grow Jatropha.
- Jetropha plant is very much resistant to pests,so i don’t think an another endosulphan will turn up.
I belive each country should have its own technology for the fuel needs and India can take Brazil as a role model for that,Brazilians are very innovative and the last fuel crisis (when crude was traded above seventy dollars/barrel) was utilized by them as a great opportunity to market “ethanol’ the bio petrol extracted from molasses via sugar-cane root. All their sugar factories turned out to be ethanol units) At present when crude is trading 50+ a barrel they are all out to find a new opportunity in this crisis (falling crude prize!). If their concerted efforts bear fruits soon there will gallons and gallons of solution for the fuel crisis (the bio-diesel).
About 5 year back Indian Railway Minister Mr. Lalu Prasad Yadav has declared that jatropha will be cultivated in the waste-lands owned by Indian Railway. It seems that his declaration ended up as just declaration –as the crude prize eased a tad. Further declarations will come only when crude will jump to 80+ dollars a barrel. Indian Railway has got plenty of waste-lands in its custody, even leasing out it for jatropha farmers could earn a hefty amount for the Railways and employment for the laborers.
Panic grips the world at the thought of living without oil; energy security has become the buzz-word among economists and strategists. The hunt is on for alternative fuel that can replace the depleting sources of crude hasn’t made any headway. Oil has been a political weapon ever since the first Gulf-war. Developing nations bear the brunt as they are forced to cough up all their savings to buy oil and forced to cut food allocations.Indonesia and Malaysia both rich in palm oil have been promoting its use as a feed stock for the production of biodiesel. Many a companies have joined their bandwagon starting biodiesel plants using palm oil as feed stock.Brazil and Thailand are rich in sugarcane farms and hence tilting towards ethanol,which can be sourced from sugar factories.
We are not afar from a price hike of 100$ per barrel.Lets hope India will go ahead with its Own fuel technology in bio-fuel sector.
A summer walk beside the farm…
The sun was warm,air felt so easy and there was breeze,gently brushing my uncombed hair….
Ruby tuesday…
I walked through the path of well laid stones silently, the tiny violet flowers in the pavement was still there, smiling silently over each pedestrian. My mind was under rage. I passed the id check and crossed the auditorium and canteen. As always neglected the dorky looks from the dark eyes, I know they will never change. Both of us don’t have time and interest, Nobody really has interest.CSE block stood there, hosting the usual events of college fun at its yard. Somebody was yelling like a fox, I sighed… I walked against the usual convoy for the 0915 Hrs. looking down when walking always worked good for me to deal situations.
My block, like always stood against me like a large vacuum, it is really filled with emptiness. Different from others, it tooks only few dozen seconds for me to reach my class from entrance. There is really nothing interesting here. Musfir was standing there at the half open door. It always allowed only half duplex transmissions and I always hated half open door. He greeted me with his usual expression, I tried to neglect it.i always neglected such expressions people give .The class is a zoo; it contains at least 45 animals most days,i was the rarest and exclusive animal there(thanks to Ijas),because people doesn’t really notice my presence,arrival and set outs, as usual the noisy animals was there. Seeing some animal Sometimes I wonder whether human beings are derived from spiders, the male spiders sends the signals and the female can detect them. The difference here is the spiders can detect more easily than the real ones, and they can act like fools. But the poor creatures keeps them sending constantly, sometimes the female spiders also sends signals but with some preplanned motives and band limits. Eye Pupil curvature variation, universally accepted ‘corrupted code of conduct’ and some common sense will work. I was always a nerd in biology. A Spider stopped the transmission and went away seeing me, I loved to sit with Arun but it was not configurable module code for R&P classes, I liked the way of talk and simplicity in him. Any way the Tintooz got separated when ma’am went away in anger one day. I was trying to understand the concepts of near and far fields. May be the unusual activities of me to show interest to class in my expressions and the smile in my face made her to misunderstand. Nobody really gets me.
Third bench,Sitting at the right end, I was thinking about my project hours, H-bridge,IC 555 and DC motors never left me after MESTECH’10 .Suddenly I got a nice punch at my right shoulder.I looked through the edge of my eyes in pain, It was Musfir, ‘WTF he hee…!’ he said. I could feel the pain wave reaching my spine and the rush of adrenaline in my blood. My Palms were ready to shrink, my fingers were aligning like typewriter heads and I repaid the debt within in no time .Ouch..! He yelled. I was looking at the floor, to take control over my body and the sudden mobilization of the senses and aggressiveness. Knowing my level of anger and unpredictability he walked away quickly. He reached Near Carrol and started bugging her as usual. I sat on the bench and murmured ‘what the ****………….??? ‘
I could see Yaz running just in front of our DC lecturer Najla ma’am to get in to class, the lady was walking to class very confidently with a smile.The animals were running around me in to pack and order…
- ← Previous
- 1
- …
- 9
- 10
Ink,thoughts,coffee... 