How many people since the planet Earth was created must have had their favorite spots? Favorite spots of children are the ones remembered the best. When you see the map of the world you can be sure, that there are many such places of unpolluted beauty, far away from populated centres, which maybe the favorite spots of people living there. When one comes close to thinking of cities and their surroundings the chance of having a clean, clear, place of natural beauty becomes slim. Maybe 50 or 100 years back, here might have been such favorite spots. But now the count is diminishing. How many of the world's total populace of billions have had their favorite spots? How many of them cared they had? Yet how many swallowed their pride, curbed their anger, blinked away their tears, kept silent, did not know how to speak about their favorite spot which was also their secret place... when they found this secret place was there no more!! Lost to rapid modern construction and development work more often than not unplanned and indiscriminate. Or succumbed to a wave of pollution, toxic seepage from intervening industrial influences, overtaking the scenic beauty including your Favorite Spot?!

How many parents, taking their children back to their hometowns on a visit, hometowns from where they had migrated long time ago; made plans, almost having the sanctity of a pilgrimage to their favorite spots of their childhood days? How many stories they had told their offspring about this place, and how many times were the same stories told? And after building up the excitement in their little children's heads, they reached the place where their favorite haunt was-to find-it is not, anymore. It is just Not there... Not even a bit, not even a tail-end. It must be on the other side, hidden behind that structure! No it is not! Or maybe their favorite spot is now, eaten up by pollutants and toxic waste, its not just an eyeful of a sad degraded waste, pool of dirt, sludge and slime, or burnt out vegetation. Flowers have left for some eternal abode. No birds, no plump, furry animals , cute with sounds of peace and chirrups melting like music in your ears. No that is not enough, the nose wants to be a party to the protest. The place just stinks. Repel. Disgust. In the olden days, when people returned to the places they had left several years ago, the places were still there. The scenes of life being painted and repeated, with humans, birds, animals and flowers, like a classic painting by the old masters. Or for the children like a Disney film animation, when pages of opening books follow a brush moving into scenes of Disney's wonderland.

Now as with this shamed, drooping and dismayed, sad and resentful little family, the chances of finding the favorite spot promised by the parents in the family are indeed less. So do not expect your favorite spot; expect change, expect fast paced development, expect pollution - to change the scene!! Some people capture their favorite spots, before they can fleet away. They capture them in their memories. Some write about these. Some write beautiful poetry* about them. Some write them down in their diaries. They might even paint or put them down in a sketchbook. Few may put grass, flowers, leaves from there in scrapbooks. They might even treasure a few photographs.

There are children who realise in their parents days, there were natural wonders to enjoy and admire. And in their days, there are the niceties of artificial architecture bringing to them cultivated parks, gardens, fabulously designed pools of water, waterfalls; all resembling Dame nature. And the rest of the cities is just demolishing concrete, reconstruction, smog, cutting down trees, encroaching public parks, all in the name of development. Planned development? That's what they say. While letters to the Editors shout at unscrupulous highest bidders.

Yet there is Ecology, yet there is environmental sense, yet there is protest against pollution. There is Bio-ethics. There are forces that work for it. There are forces that do not like to regard it. And there are people who like to take sides with the forces that support clean, clear, 'green friendly 'living. As long as the tourist lives on the face of this Earth, as long as travelogues need clear pictures of exquisite natural beauty for their ADS. As long as there are people who love Nature and its Wild, and its wild animals. As long as there are people Who risk their lives, to actually volunteer to work for causes of ecology; saving human, animal and plant life, and the few favorite spots people might be having in some corners of the world. AND as long as there are people like me, to admire their work and salute these workers, there is hope! That hundreds and billions of inhabitants around the world will get their Favorite spots to survive longer on the face of this WORLD.

*Read my poems please, they are on the same matter as the above topic's. You will find them here:

A) http://www.chowk.com/ilogs/65641/45900

B) http://www.chowk.com/ilogs/65850/45900

C) http://www.chowk.com/ilogs/66165/45900

D) http://www.helium.com/items/1009844-cannot-rememberwhen-schools-started