Can we change the future?

The face of a parched land. (c) Dewang Modi

Open spaces, a good breeze helps my thoughts and imaginations. But these days a sense of desperation prevails. Do we have enough tomorrows to save this world? How can i be a part of transforming the world? What’s needed apart from a deep pocket? I have the will, the vision. I have the steel like determination. My courage can’t be matched.

The i can lead, the i can create the path, the i can be the light in darkness and water during thirst, but its noting without a we!
I need people who want to see a change in the world. I need people who believe 20 years from now the world won’t be what it’s like today. I need people who’s visions say that things are not going to get better unless, unless, they make an effort to act today.
So, here are my requirements to build a team, a team that will stand together to change those visions, to change the dark future that we all will have to live with.

parched land

• A marketeer & strategist- his responsibilities will be to create new properties and increase brand visibility and mileage so that the thought can be carried forward.
• Sales – work in tandem with the Marketing team and sell these properties to prospective clients.
• New ventures- look into new areas for diversifying. To give a holistic approach for greening the environment.

And for all these, any passionate person who is willing to give a few dedicated hours in a week will do.

So, do you believe in what i do? Do you believe that the time we have is very short and that if we have to do something, we have to act now?

Mail me at vaibhav [at] ektitli [dot] org. Call me +91 99675 89210.

I am Vaibhav Dugar

I cried when i was born and many smiled. It’s said that a baby cries when it enters into the world. The sound of the world is disturbing to his ears compared to the sweet, comforting sound of his Mothers heart beat. Then the saga unfolds of stories being told, difference between the right and wrong, religion and faith, et al. But I was never told bout dreams. The word “Dreams” is an amazing discovery. Without such a word how will one have foresights, goals, fantasies, hope?

I dreamt of being a saint when i was 11. We were studying about religions then. Jainism and Buddhism fascinated me; which eventually earned me a nickname in St Pauls, ‘saddhu‘. A year later, physics enthralled me. I got down making motor boats, vacuum cleaners, lifts, models of aero planes and jets. I loved my name then, kinda Hollywooddy, ‘Mad Professor Dugar‘. My love for Physics sprouted into my dream of becoming an engineer and later taking up a profession in the marketing line. But in all these years, there was a dream, a constant dream in my sub-conscious mind, a dream to do something for the cause of the environment.

Last year i founded ek titli, Experimented by sending money to people to plant trees. It didn’t work. This year, I took it a step further. A few of my friends and i distributed potted plants for free at a multiplex in Pune [for details, please click here]. This was basically to test the waters. I wanted to understand how serious the recipients were about plants, about global warming. They were serious. There were many who were willing to help us and support us for the forthcoming activities. We took it as an achievement and pride. It was very encouraging for us, very encouraging for me. My obscure dreams were getting clearer and defined. A dream of clean roads, clean cities. A dream of purity in air, purity in water. A dream of green technologies and green energy. A dream where we will all be self sufficient. Everything will be recyclable and renewable.

It’s said that if you want something, shoot it to the universe and the universe gives it to you. So here are my visions for ek titli:

1. A company dedicated only to the betterment of the environment.
2. Educating children on the impacts of global warming and how they can make a difference.
3. Increasing greenery in towns and villages in every possible way.
4. Building an “all natural township”. Also considering adopting a village/town/city where every form of energy used is naturally acquired. Either through Solar, bio gas, wind, etc.

A couple of people have shown their enthusiasm and interest. Meanwhile Bhavik and me are getting the website ready and looking for details on registering the name. We plan to take the free distribution of potted plants further, Do it at multiple locations and cities so that the importance and urgency can be felt by one and all. If you would like to be of any help do mail me at vaibhav {at} ektitli {dot} org

Unitl then, I’ll work towards building my dream ‘coz I believe that The titli needs a tree, the titli will survive.
 

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Fruer Fruer Fruer !!

Fruer Fruer Fruer !! my Brain Head keeps churning ideas.. and words.. puts them together and makes thoughts.

Sometimes they’re awesome, like the idea of having personalized Door Bells… imagine Amitabh Bachchan saying “darwaje pe koi hai… haaiii” or Sunny Deol threatening you to open the dhai killo ka darwaja khol warna… ; or sometimes not so good thoughts that puts the exuberant, playful Vaibhav into a black and white mood! Yeah… the past few days.. has been such.. it’s always going to be a tug-o-war between the two sides. The side that wins will unfold the forthcoming stories.

Just the other night, I let my thoughts wander.. it was like viewing a huge screen surfing through various thoughts/channels and the one that caught my attention was where my body transformed into a small particle of air. I became a part of the breeze, moved with it through the streets, the alleys; meandered through the roads, played with the trees and troubled it’s branches, swooshed through the grass and reached the seas.

I was now a water particle, and I loved being the sea. There was courage and strength in the sea, Tremendous power and command. I loved to play.. I hit the shores only to be absorbed by the soil and in turn the roots.

The roots transformed me into an air particle.. yet again, a part of air, water – a part of the universe.

The feeling was of utmost peace.. and when the Sun shone.. the feeling was of love.

My dog continues to teach me

Tweego’s been behaving strangely these days. Those 60 hours of crisis and uninterrupted TV has affected him. He’s become overtly cautious and anxious and regularly ‘sniffs’ around the house to check for any ‘security lapse’. Even guests aren’t spared.

A certain gloom and paranoia has shadowed him. Our regular walks are not the same anymore. His senses are highly attentive when in the open. He fears that a BMC (Bombay Municipality Corporation) official will either sterilize him or kill him; mistaking him to be a stray.

This sorry situation seems to bring the best in him. When I throw the ball on the wall, expecting him to run behind it and grab it in his mouth, he waits for it to rebound and then grab it, completely surprising me. He’s scared that the ball might take him out of my sight and in the zone of danger.

Whenever I watch TV in my room, he comes in kicking a football; pauses, gives me a sad-sorry look and continues to play with the ball. I stare. I stare at him. Who is more intelligent? Isn’t Man the most intelligent of all living creatures?
Tweego never questions. I think he believes questioning is for journalists. No wonder he dislikes TV and the newspapers.
What good are questions anyway. It hasn’t and doesn’t solve the purpose.

Tweego has quickly adapted to his situation and moved on. I no longer feel sorry for him, I feel sorry for myself.

Wishing you a very Happy Christmas.

The guy wearing Lipstick

On the night of Diwali, I had gone out to a friends place for dinner. The person who greeted me at the door left me expressionless and at a loss of words. After a soft ‘hi’, he directed me to the drawing room where all the guests were seated, each with a drink in their hand.

This person had caught all our fancies. Tight jeans, bright and body hugging shirt, mascara in the eye, a thick fancy belt, something similar to what I gifted my girl; and his actions comprised a lot of hand movements and the use of long stretched sentences.

Whenever he walked into the seating area, curious eyes looked at him. It was hard for those eyes to believe. It was equally hard for my eyes to believe. Later my mind took over and I reasoned.

How long did it take him to accept himself, to do what he was doing, unaffected by the way people admonished and acknowledged him? How long did it take him to face himself and ignore people’s constant glances?

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Does everything have to make a point !

Spiritual and Logical thoughts

The way we behave is either affected by our logical thoughts or spiritual thoughts. Spiritual thoughts comprise of wisdom and love. It’s the giving and receiving of love and wisdom. Reasoning and questioning is what the logical thoughts comprise of.

The world that we have created is the effect of our logical thoughts and the world that we have read about as History, i.e., the great Indus Valley Civilization, Egyptian and Greek Civilization, etc is a manifestation of the Spiritual thoughts.