immortality

recently i went to a seminar on environmental protection and the laws in india to deal with that.it ws a very enlightening discussion and at the end of which i was left with the most basic of question which wasnt answered by anyone to the best of my satisfaction...why do we need to protect the environment so badly?we wont live that long after all to see the doomsday...so why care?....i was left pondering over it.i understand all the jazz about the fact that we have to give our coming generation the perfect place to thrive and all that....but c'mon...we just cant be so freakingselfless...its so not humna...so what is it that makes us so worried?...heres a theory..may be a little far fetched and perhaps too bizzare...but heres a theory by me anyways....when hamlet made the famous "To be or not to be..." monologue he was basically referring to the unknown territory we might have to tread when we die...we have no clue what happens...all the sweet music of the paradise theory ...umm...no one can bank on it....at the same time the idea to be immortal is one of the most common wishes of all times...now i look around my family...and i see a resemblance all over...for example we kinda look the same...similar habits...eating preferences..emper...etc. etc.....it is like a chain...we carry on...some one parts...some one new comes in...the new fella has the mixed qualities of his oarents , grandparents, siblings and all....essentially we are way too much alike.

even if a person dies today...he lives in traces...in soem genes of some other person....somehow we jsut carry on...perhaps not with the most immediate of consciousness...or even with a hugely remote one....but we do carry on...our next generations takes us through...we might not be reincarnated as the term is normally understood...but we are in traces...in bits and pieces...though scatterd all over...yet it surely has a presence...

perhaps owing to this crazy theory of mine i have a very selfish reason to keep my tap off while shaving...perhaps i want to be immortal anyhow and for as long as i can...so i should take steps to take care of the environment...like someone said in the seminar...the time of concern has come for us... i improvise and say...time to panic is not far behind....

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