Living in Harmony with Nature!

[wildhoghunter]

Hi Guys,
After going through the responses I have strongly come to believe that....
Camping, Trekking & Nature appreciation be made an integral part of the curriculum in all schools.
The way our forest wealth (Flora & Fauna) is being depleted, our present day youth & the future generation stand to lose what nature has bestowed upon us for survival & sustenance....
My sincere request to all those who have never visited a 'Game Sanctuary' is to take a trip to one of those spread across the country & spend a week & am sure that you will return a different person...
I fondly remember the days when a boy came of age, was presented with a 'pen knife', taught to whittle wood, tie a rope, pitch a tent, light a camp fire and preliminary survival techniques etc....
Today it pains me to see teenagers spending time playing video games, texting on their cell phones & lazing about / hanging out...
Wake up guys, there's a whole new world outside your city - go...discover...listen...enjoy....reflect, there's more to life
Briha

Thank you for sharing sir

As you said there's a whole new world outside the city. Let us go, discover ,enjoy and let us bring back all our garbage back with us (beer tins, plastic etc).
Thank you.

[jatindra Singh Deo]

Having really grownup literally a stones throw from a forest ,was bought up on camping and hiking .Now after a decade of life in the concrete jungle of metros ,now and then the memories literally pinch when I see such thought provoking posts Brihaji ! Feels like ,leaving all that behind was it worth it ? sigh . One day ......

[ckkalyan]

Ah very nostalgic - thanks for sharing the poetry and images brihacharan, prashantsingh, zaheer.bakshi

presented with a 'pen knife', taught to whittle wood, tie a rope, pitch a tent, light a camp fire

Strangely reminds me of (what is not - now) :-

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud though childlike form.

The flames rolled on; he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

- Felicia Dorothea Hemans