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In a recent lecture, Dr. Don Easterbrook, emeritus professor of geology at Western Washington University and author of more than 150 peer-reviewed papers, has unveiled evidence for his prediction that global cooling is coming soon. What is more surprising than the news itself is the fact that the postulation of Dr. Don is not raising as many eyebrows as perhaps it should have. In an age when we’re getting used to hearing and reading horror stories of global warming affecting everything from sea levels to food cycles, and are just getting used to the idea of increased air-conditioning bills, along comes a yahoo who says that the earth is getting cooler and that for the next few decades, it will continue to get cooler. In a similar dissertation, a leading periodical had come down heavily a few months back on Dr. R.K. Pachauri’s assertion that the melting of Himalayan glaciers is accelerating. The magazine contends that climate on earth follows a cycle of heating and cooling periods that more or less offset each other. Amidst all this noise emanating from pro and anti global warming advocates, a small island in the Bay of Bengal has been swallowed by the sea. New Moore Island, a bone of contention between India and Bangladesh has submerged into the sea and nature has done what the two Asian neighbors could not do in thirty years of wrangling!

Just imagine a world going through the throes of global heating and cooling alternatively. For starters, it will satisfy the egos of all those proponents of climate change without making distinction between the heaters and the coolers! Furthermore, it might speed up the evolution process or just cause it to go totally haywire. Animals, plants and humans might just not be able to decide which way to evolve and become stymied in the process. Just when animals, at the onset of tundra like weather conditions, bestow on their next generation the gene to grow more fur, the next generation will be struggling with sky-rocketing temperatures and cursing their parents for their shortsightedness. Plants, probably the smartest race, because they keep silent and watch the trials and tribulations of the more vocal so-inhabitants of the planet, will just decide to chuck it all and alternate between cycles of cold and heat to shed their leaves and to literally turn a new leaf. Hibernation might become the new global phenomenon with T.V. channels engaged in a cut throat competition to cover the next species to fall into a deep slumber at the outset of every great chill. The madness will go on till the reporters themselves fall asleep till the next great thaw, when the whole circus will repeat itself albeit in a rewind mode.
Humans, the densest of the whole lot, will probably be again trying to meddle in the ways of the nature and having a whack at climate genetic engineering or season cloning or some such stupid endeavor. The less moronic among the humans will perhaps be trying to keep up with climate cycles and adapting business cycles to the same. A swimwear and bikini manufacturer would be making ‘Parkas’ at the turn of climate while the man renting out sea scooters in the great thaw will be enticing customers with snow scooters at the turn of climate. A generation born at the advent of one season might get old waiting for the weather to turn and tell stories of blizzards and snow storms to their children, who have never seen ice outside of their ice creams!


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