Here a plastic, there a plastic,
Everywhere a plastic, plastic ,plastic,-goes the modern rhyme.
There was a convention in my neighbourhood. The gathering were a batch of local environmental experts . The speakers were delivering speeches of how to prevent environmental damage.
Many reporters were jotting the main points , related to the issue.
My mind was raving about,as I had never been a proper listener. My eyes got stuck on the plastic podium, the plastic table with a plastic vase adorned by plastic flowers. The table was covered by a plastic sheet. Mineral water in plastic bottles were distributed to the delegates to wet their throat.
The talk was going on,and speaker after speaker decried the use of plastic. I was amused. The situation and the core subject were contradictory.
We dispersed for lunch. They had arranged a buffet. Hot soup was offered in a plastic cup. Plastic plates were handed over to all of us. We managed to push food with plastic spoons and forks. Then we moved to the wash basin to have a quick wash. Lo ! the tap was a colourful one., made of plastic.
The afternoon session began, again there was a harangue about the demeaning qualities of plastic.
I could not control my laughter this time.
The message of the convention was lost. Talking one thing and doing the other.
My countenance changed into plastic. My thoughts got stuck up like plastic.Plastic is overwhelming, as it is stepping beyond the approval limits.
The environment is the butt of such unmindful transgression.