Thursday, May 22, 2014

Debut Compost

Can you imagine, this is my kitchen waste! And now, it is mud!!!!

Started with the process around Feb 23, with two small pots. Was worried about smell, worms and what not. Mercifully, there was no smell. But, suddenly, the second pot was filled with maggots because the garbage was too wet. My westside balcony with its more than kind sunlight to the rescue! Sunned the mush and wow, back on track!

The two pots were filling up quickly - I mean, the old one halved in sometime, and then I had to transfer from the second to the first as the second was overfilling. Finally, had to buy a third pot. But that was the right decision since for almost a month, I didn't have to touch the first two. In that one month, the garbage in both the pots decompositioned (is that right?). Yesterday, finally, decided to sieve them and separate the compost material from the other dry lumps that need further breaking down.

Today, planted fenugreek in a small pot using a small amount of the compost because I believe that is a good way to know if the compost is good. Meanwhile, the third pot is going to lie idle and the first one starts getting fresh garbage.

I feel sad that we have lost the surroundings needed to let organic waste compost naturally. We crib about things being thrown without a thought on the roads, of people urinating in public and spitting. Yes, I hate it too. But what I hate more is the absence of enough soil to absorb these natural wastes which were absorbed by the soil and broken down to components that fertilised the soil.

Instead, we have more tar and plastic which have created needs for artificial disposal of waste - a problem that is not going to be easy to solve. The least we can do is to recreate the natural cycle and put the organic waste back into nature so that our waste disposal problem comes down, we don't have stinky garbage bins on public roads and are able to put the waste to good use.

Friday, May 9, 2014

What kind of mother are you?

How can I miss the action elsewhere - 
mother langur rushes on. 
"Mommy, take me too!" the young one clings.
My father often teased me that of the two types of mothers referred to in our scriptures - cats and monkeys - I belong to the monkey category. When I saw these langurs one morning at close quarters in Kabini recently, I was reminded of this, especially when the baby langurs were casually left behind as mothers rushed to participate in a fray that seemed more exciting than being a responsible mother.
A net search revealed that in Bhakti Yoga, ancient Yogis used the wisdom of animals to help us understand the correct way to live our life better. In that context, they have referred to the differences between the way monkeys and cats transport their little ones from one place to another, to illustrate the difference between jnana and bhakti practices.
The baby monkey clings to the mother who moves around freely. It is the infant monkey that has to remain safe as if he lets go, he will fall and die. The cats, on the other hand, grasp their offspring by their neck and and in fact, the kitten must remain still to remain alive. 
According to my father, I belong to the monkey category. What type are you?