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Girls are Complex

She has a doubt
Often puts him in trouble, forcing him to clarify
Poor guy
He didn't know girls are complex.
Infact a friend of him inquired to help him out
What the doubt was all about
Nothing
Simplest of the simplest
"Honey I love YOU......
But why is that Jack, Raj, Kittu and Manu come into my wild dreams....
Every night I swear on you, every night"
His friend was bowled before he could lend a helping hand
And found his way out of the coffee hut!
What an istant coffee shot....!

Monalisa, Her Ancestral Rags and a Paradox

Generations perished
Generations came along
This one they say still will go on.

Mystery behind the rosy lips of Monalisa
Is it Davinci's paradox
Is it my mediocrity
Is it my untamed artist in me,
She tends to be the same under all clouds
Every time witness I the same smile.

Oh! where is the mystery and what is the mystery
Tell me could anyone around
How is it different
Different from this angle to that angle?

I am ignorant
Layman laid all his brains flattened
Under the million dubious feet of the errant critics.

I opine what I am taught to read
Beneath the mixture of colours brushed over the contracted canvas
What sense does it put through to debate on
What emotions and moods flutter through thee,
She tends to be the same under all clouds
Every time witness I the same smile.

Is it
Because it is The Davinci
The creator from the summit of creativity
A mystery sustains.

Lest,
There stands in her ancestral rags
Clinging on to her dusty dark skin
Inartistically designed
Yet fashionably presented for the besieged ramp,
A trillion dollar mysterious smile
behind the rosy lips of that anonymity,
Is the fun of riches
Is the gift of our democratic lineage.
She stands still
Beaten by the deceived unfaithful dreams
Beaten by the ungrateful blessings of Gods and Goddesses,
Still with a smile
A mysterious but not one on the contracted canvas.

Yes. A paradox
One on the centuries old contracted canvas
Other on the unknown amongst you and me in the mass.

My mother, your sister, her niece
She stands there
Gazing into the tunnel of vividness
Blinded for a while for centuries for hope
Sucked to the last drops of her restless veins
stretched her arms both
Still soothing
With a mysterious smile.
Woman thy name is not news to me
I am helpless
What a monster and an impotent I am
I am born to you
Why then I still say
I am what I am.

I am, he is, we are and they are
Flocks, flocks, flocks
One, two, three and hundred and one.

Journey doesn't adjourn out of persperation
From this end to that end
From canvas to one in the mass.

When would we break the jinx
Let ourselves boot the paradox of smiles,
Monalisa open herself up
Say then,
Enough is enough
Put me down on the floor
I am tired all these days hung on to the wall.

Davinci would run away
Having blurred her rosy lips locked up
In a mystery for all these days.

A paraodx lost.
A smile lost.
A thousand generations lost.

My untired mother
I am a while tired
Could you take me in your arms
Lay me on your laps
Let me take the last nap
Miles to go before dear,
Hug me hard I have a meeting in the Hell
Bless me I come back alive
With
Monalisa
Davinci
And a mysterious smile,
And a palanquin on the shoulders of His messengers.

In His presence
The judgemnt of the smiles
The judgement of her ancestral rags.

Language of Breaths in a Vacuum of Harmony (An Ode to Gauri)

Splashes of cupid’s light shades
Green, blue, yellow, red, white and many more
Brushed in woven hearts.

Early murky morning with the entry of dancing beams
Early monsoonal drizzling
As lilies, roses, jasmines, gulmohars
Swinging along the garden alley
Kept humming in an usual gaiety.

Drenched in her creamy shirt and denim blue jeans
Her glowing disposition beating the beauty of Venus…
Gauri’s late but barging entry into the classroom
Followed with her the waves of magical gravity.

While eyes touched eyes
Simple mathematics
Simplest chemical reaction
Dreams catapulted through the backstage musical chores.

Her jerky smile
Her spiky breezing hair
Her nimble forefingers
Her mesmerizing elegance…
A 360* perfection perfectly spread over the canvas.

Maiden sight
Maiden love.
Attraction caved into infatuation
A bountiful harvest of unseasoned illusions.

Maiden sight
Maiden love.
Those bygone days
Acute shortage of selfness nudged me and broke me often.
So less did I open up
So less did I dared to,
Amidst a crowd of Yankee accent tongues
Amidst a crowd of thick leather valets
Amidst a crowd of young intellectual freaks..

Where exactly did I fit in?
None!
So was I an odd one out_
May be an odd one out but hope still being with.

Attraction prevailed infatuation grew
And I grew too
None to someone
Someone to one
One to one of them
One of them to near one
Near one to dear one.

Infatuation prevailed liking grew
Gauri was into unscheduled dreams
An additional course to live with.
Autumn shed its leaves and rolled back
So did the sequence of seasons followed
Chilling, budding, scorching over the calendars.

Coffee in canteen
Once in a while walks on the busy campus
Moments sometime spent on the historical stone benches
An occasional ride together on her TVS Luna.

Like any other collegiate
I would do the sleep talk
‘I would die for her a million times’
Why didn’t I in those eight semesters of prime life
Ever did I open my heart and just say
‘My dear, I think I am in love with you and I mean it’
Why did I let my maiden love
Into the barren lands of solitude.

With all the purity
With all the courage
With all the humbleness

At last
True being to what I would wish to
‘My dear, I think I am in love with you and I mean it’
Over the phone on one fine day I think I spoke…..
Language of breaths in a vacuum of harmony
I smiled to myself
With my heart leapt into the skies of limitlessness,
‘I would marry if I could!’

Angels are angels
To this day still I carry my love close to my chest crystal clear
At peace and in tranquility.

'What if she hadn’t lost her last breath the sweetest breath!’
So early
So early to the lovely last lost call.

I love you
Still
My little cutie pie…

WHERE ARE THE VILAGEWALLAS IN INDIA TRAVELLING TO THESE DAYS? (Fortune the Bottom of the Pyramid in Travel Businesses in India)

"I recall my grandma, amma, appa, brothers, sisters and neighbors sitting in bullock carts four or five in a row depending upon the crowd, talking the mud roads to the nearest places of worship widely known and visited by the villagers and the neighborhood but less known and hardly visited by the outside world. Not far into the Indian rural history am I taking about but just a 20-25 years ago. Most of the temple complexes in around my village at a reach of 20-30km had their unique congregations seasonally which attracted thousands of villagers", says Mr. Jitu Bhai sitting in panshop at Kharedi, a small village in the eastern part of Panchamahals in Dahos district of Gujarat. People in villages like Kharedi thousands of them spread across the country used to travel mostly in bullock carts and some of the rich in tractors to fairs and festivals without missing most of the year. That invariably used to be the travelling experience which the villagers started with and majority of the older generation actually ended with.

A number pedagogs in the industry opine that most of the rural population in India has actually not travelled beyond their district or neighboring districts. Venkat Ram Reddy who works for India Railways in Pune gets emotional  in expressing his part of story, "I recall the excitement my parents had for the first time travelling to Tirupati a pilgrimage destination many of them would dream those days to go. A dream my mom realized after thirty seven years." They were fortunate to have that slice of spiritual accessibility realized but the story with most of their generation remained unrealized for many more years.

Travelling their own country in India was a dream unreachable/unrealistic for too a recent times. How unimaginable it looks for the globalised world where we talk about ‘global village’, ‘squeezed world’ etc. It is indeed the responsibility of the stakeholders in the industry to enable these village folks to see the world outside they are confined to.

‘Fortune the Bottom of the Pyramid’ as envisaged by late professor C K Prahlad should show way out for the entrepreneurs and the businesses to look towards this unventured market so far. Before we analyze the intricacies of taping rural market for tourism businesses, it is important to dig into the de facto status of today’s movement of people from villages.

Rural population in India has been migrating from villages to urban areas looking for opportunities. The growing stress on farmers for sustenance due to failure of seasonal crops, encroachment of cultivable lands, less demand for the agricultural produce and high risk combined with dreams of giving better life to their next generations. Reasons are a plenty for migrating some seasonal and some permanent but the fact remains fact, migration is at an ascending level. Infact this migration from rural to urban has added numbers to the domestic tourism. People from small hamlets are travelling to nearby tourist destinations for pilgrimage and leisure purposes but at a very slow pace. ‘I visited Srisailam last sivaratri with my wife and children and have planned to go to Sirdi the next season’, says Mr. Balaih a resident of Pochampalli a rural tourism destination in Andhra Pradesh. He says he is motivated by tourists who visit his village and has saved some money for his next trip. Not everyone is so lucky as him to afford to travel but a beginning is always welcome.

Mr. Binu Alakode who visited Kumbalangi an award winning rural tourist destination near cochin in Kerala opines that villagers here are economically benefited due to growing tourism activities and are also taking time off to travel to other parts of the country’, thanks to the recognition and coordinated development of the destination. Come winter many people across their beliefs are found to wear the Ayappa attire black on black in south India especially the rural folks for forty days and make a visit to Sabarimala in Kerala. Motivations have changed so do the villagers’ outlook.

The missing element in the process of these developments is sustainability. "In the middle of an ocean of green paddy fields all around my little village in itself was a spectacular piece of nature’s grace two decades back. Today it pains to witness the missing paddy fields amidst human habitation." shares with Miss. Rwihali Brahma, a travel executuve working with Askon Tours and Travels who hails from a vilage in Assam. So is the case of millions of destinations around the world. Their villages apart atleast their dreams be fulfilled!

Onus also lies with the governments to help in not only the sustainability of the rural destinations but also the rural folks. One of the best ways to sustain the rural folks is to help them travel, support them to see India which they are equally entitled to. One of the revolutionary initiations in this line has been taken by IRCTC by launching its ‘Bharat Darshan’ travel packages. Insiders although say one would hardly find villagers getting their share of chances to have Bharat darshan since urban middle class can easily access to the services and they are in waiting too. Sixth pay commission with pay hike has satiated domestic as well as outbound travel. There is a huge section of employees now travelling to far off places in the country from north to south and even to north eastern states. Middle class in the recent years has suddenly found in their accounts the much needed ‘disposable income’ which they can spend for their vacationing. It speaks good of tourism  growth and for dynamics in the economy. Such an attempt needs to be instigated in rural India in order to enhance their disposable incomes so that their long awaited dreams of having Bharat darshan are fulfilled in the near future.

Stakeholders in the tourism industry in India must work towards these objectives. Risk taking entrepreneurs should venture into this bottom of the pyramid with innovative travelling projects. If shampoo was a product meant for high end customers in eighties bottled and sold, innovative product development with ‘out of the box’ distribution channels by C K Ranganathan the sachet king of FMCG tapped the market at the bottom of the pyramid. It is evident from CavinKares’s unimaginable growth from Rs15,000 to Rs 950 crore  between 1983 and 2010. A phenomenal growth which vows its credit to the bottom of the pyramid of India. Similar creative start ups in  travel industry for the vilagewallas will surely give a new fillip and definitely raise money for the operators. It is also evident from certain rural destinations that pilgrimage tour businesses are on the run in an unorgansed manner. There are small players in the rural market who are organizing trips to pilgrimage destinations across the country but to the very conventional destinations like Varnasi, sirdi, Tirupati, Nasik, Hardwar-Rishikesh, Puri, Sabarimala, Vaishnodevi, Pushkar, Amritsar, Ajmer, Veilankani, Bodhgaya etc.  The rural markets for these pilgrimage spots are mainly the neighbouring regions. If the cost factor is worked upon, it would change the way the world looks at the Indian rural market especially in tourism activities.

The general perception of the purchasing power of the villagers being low may partly be true. But there is also a section of the population in rural India involved in petty businesses and harvesting good crops. This section is otherwise very potential market in itself. A group of five from Mudhol, a remote village in north Karnataka was found vacationing in Goa last summer. One of them Mr. Ravi shared, “We often plan for a vacation trip every summer, last time we had been to Ooty and next year probably we would go to a hill station somewhere in north India. Such groups who plan their own trips from villages are growing in numbers in the recent years. Given proper guidance and motivated to participate in organized travel business, this will have a multiplier effect on others as well. Now the question is, who will do this job of motivating and organizing? Certainly here comes the role of catalyst organizations especially enterprises, intermediaries and the local bodies.

The responsible task of developing rural tourism business may be initiated by the stakeholders in a coordinated approach. Firstly, it is necessary look at villages as markets for tourism businesses and secondly to create villages as destinations. Later aspect is being currently addressed by the Ministry of Tourism with the support of UNDP under the flagship project of endogenous tourism . It is also being promoted under the programme ‘Explore Rural India’. Its high time to see the things from the other angle as well i.e., to tap the rural markets for tourism businesses. 

A TURNAROUND COLOUR

No denim clothing

No concrete roofing

No motor car comforting

No electricity lighting…

Simple is the living

Contented are they all together

Happy are the oldies

Happier are their girls and boys…

Deep in the thickets the other side of the valley

With the walls of mahoganies around

Emergency call for the congregation of

The empty bowels crying

The broken skeletons limping

The lost ploughs looping

The impotent land begging…

Where the need are worn away

Where the dreams are grounded down

Where the joys are torn apart

With the hopes knitted tirelessly

Strangers attempted strangeness.

An ungracious pebble was thrown from the other side

Into the perfectly calm green lakes in meditation

Serene white waters of the valley in slumber,

Ripples, Ripples, Ripples

More pebbles!

More ripples!

Virginity of the white waters of the green lake lost

Lost in the valley chronically that is raped

Lost  forever and ever

No vigilance vigilant around.

While the monsoons shy away

Seeds hide cuddled beneath laterite

Thatches fly with the taunting storms;

Shaky earth under those bleeding feet

Scorching sun over wounded heads

Silence at gun points

Gun points at silence!

When the drooping heads of the lambs rise

When

The empty bowels

The broken skeletons

The vanished ploughs

The impotent lands

Roar……….!

Sun has to rise again

Rise again in the east.

Red mountains across the belts stand

Witness history in making in the foothills

Future being built with mud and hearts, brick by brick.

Two thousand miles far away from the makeshift capital

Amidst the jungles of shrubs

Is the coincidence at reach,

The fall of one single pristine droplet from the heavenly sky

The rise of one single glaring lily from the faithful soil.

Hope lives now miles closer

I can sleep for the day with my dreams close to my lovely chest.

LIES.....

How could this world foolishly for generations in length and breadth
Tolerate and believe
The wildest of the lies called GOD!

How could all the men still survive for ages together
While hundred million GODS
Lived in mansions in Heaven and on Earth and underneath Oceans!

How could all the deseased and orphaned, dumb and deaf and the blind and the forbidden
While the temples elixered
Feed their bellies till the Sun's bedtime!

Faith may it prevail
Faith may it get injected to nullify the originality of the thinking
Faith may it take all towards the drained world of insanity
Faith may it take you to the threshold of doomsday.

Do you have time a little to water the thirsty
Do you have time a little to feed the hungry
Do you have time a little to soothe the deseased
Do you have time a little to shelter the orphaned.

Almighty is mighty
When all are mighty
Mighty at heart stretching that arm further to hold the needy
Mighty at heart walking that extra mile to hug the wounded
I shall walk with you to give my life a thousand times
Just tell me you are here to open your heart and stretch your arms.
Amein!

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VILLAGERS AND VILLAGES AROUND

Purple blue shades of the lonely stream
Energized with a fresh after shower of early monsoons
Meanders like a hungry serpent in the loamy plains
Swollen like a fully conceived balloon pumped by countless lungs
Can’t stop her the prayers alone from bursting anytime not sure.


Those dreams built through the days of easing rainless calmness
Peasants now are dancing to with the droplets of drooping clouds
Wrinkles of gaiety tripled, hopes of merry piled up
The fields of innocence groomed in bridal gown of waiting
Contours of colours, aroma of authenticity and sounds of trumpets all mixed up.


Pundits readying to spell out the fortune of villagers and villages around
Baniyas are adding additional hands to make the most
Topiless panchayat politics is resurfacing placidly
The calendar of festivities, another chance for the rich to rip is rolled
Change is calling its shots, shots of immeasurable blows.


Another apple should fall on the head of Newton
This time to learn the gravity of our suffering
Another Marx should take birth at the earliest
This time to tell the world that our lands are sucked by globalization
Life has to go on lest the sleeping tigers will wake to roar again.


The bread that comes out of the sweetness of sweat
The granary that fills with the labour under the scorching Suns
The naivety that results out of ancestral lineage
Purity of freedom, solemness of integrity, wealth of belongingness
All harvested octroi free with the villagers and villages around.


Limping moon behind the thatched villas over the meadows
Single out witness in the dark dusty sky of the sleepless nights
Twinkling little stars dispositioned out of helplessness
Under the vigilance of bats, owls and wolves
Are flattering themselves on the ground villagers and villages around.

ROUTES TO THE GREEN END

There are two doors to the green end
Even to pray the so called Almighty
Here are doors reserved for
The heavier your valets, the faster you reach
The heavier your valets, the closer you stand.


There are two worlds to the green end
Divided the worlds outside these worlds stand
Clamped between the iron walls
Tears that roll down are hang frozen on to the cheeks
Before they on to the muddy earth beneath fall down.


There are two paths to the green end
Our tastes are determined by them
Our clothes are tailored by them
Our breaths are pumped by them
Our blood is insured for their lives surveyed upon our lives.


There are two boroughs to the green end
Every brick that goes into the erecting walls
Every time its replaced is legally stolen again
Our roofs are safe entry for Sun, rain and wind
Our worries are ours but also their merry making ferries.


There are two bridges to the green end
Armies of intellectuals, contingents of mafia to cross over
Roles have gone topsy – turvy, looks haplessly remixed
Hanging on to the horns of antelopes attempting to jump across
Ovens without fire, bowls without rice and lips without smile.


There are two indecisions to every decisions
While everything falls apart into bits and pieces
Clocks standstill to witness the stillness of parity
Likeminded assembled to discuss the chaos
Again to find the new routes to the green end.

bORROWED sMILES

Amidst the gravels of mutiny unsolicited lately
Those lonely traverses of waters down the hills,
They stand till date spectators of irrelevance
How could one be reconciled to be alienated?
I am done with!

Doldrums of milieu unnoticed everytime asusual
We are hooked to be part of this invisibility,
Shanty dwellings of screwed up emotional enities
For what are those takeaway counters of modified smiles?
I am done with!

Under the canopies of solidarity in the bazaars of nudity
The carbon copies of beleagured human faces,
Impressive rule of the ascetics goes unacknowledged
How long is this Dharma redefined, reframed and chronically reraped?
I am done with!

Balloons of cowardly helium caught in the gravity of power
Nestled in the spiderwebs of societal mania,
Abnoxious images making uninvited entry into my visual holes
Why are the beauties of divinity dancing to the tunes of hungry hounds?
I am done with!

Cradles of borrowed smiles weighed along with the innocent babies
Mothers, fathers, sisiters, brothers, aunts and uncles all cuddled,
Rivers of insanity flowing down the carpets of ingenuity
Are the hopes hopping in the corridors of rubbled castles worth dreaming?
I am done with!

“Experience the Grandeur Before They Vanish”

“……………it is clear that the worlds environment is being altered by human activities and that without remedial action the results may be catastrophic”

(WTTC position statement, WTO 10th General Assembly Bali, Indonesia)

Human interference has certainly has impeached the grandeur of the earth’s environment as well as the environment that he has created on his own. This has impacted the tourism industry in general and tourism products in particular resulting in the latest facet of global tourism_ ‘DOOMSDAY TOURISM’, a new concept speaks volumes about itself what it means.

A dig into the concept of Doomsday Tourism:

The rapidly changing world in reciprocation to the global warming is alarming the people to realize about the squeezing time before many of the destinations cease to exist or vanish permanently from the itineraries the coming days. There’s threat everywhere, threat of losing all the around us as the sea level is rapidly increasing, rare species are dying, topography is morphosing and atmosphere is polluting. All this and a lot more has caused irreparable damage to the most sought after destinations, species and primitive tribes pushing them on the brink of vanishing not late but very soon.

This has ultimately borne an unwantingly visible phenomenon of doomsday tourism. Conceptually doomsday tourism refers to the thinking that one hurries up to visit the famous and specific sightseeing spots which are under great threat of vanishing and they may disappear into oblivion once and for all mainly due to global warming and environmental disasters combined with human interference.

It’s implicit to know the key environmental issues under five headings as examined by WTTC way back in 1993,
1) Global warming
2) Depletion and pollution of water
3) Acid rains
4) Depletion and pollution of land
5) Depletion of ozone layer

The results are here, after fifteen years of descending trends of improvement there are today scores of places which are simply endangered.



How deep is the wound? _ The gravity of the issue:

Themovechannel.com lists these endangered and disappearing hotspots. Lets now borrow into the hard to digest but need to be aware of ‘the ten most endangered sites due to global warming which are contributing to the hotcakes sale of ‘doomsday tourism’:

1) Antarctica: the Muller ice shelf is and the Larsen ice shelf are shrinking dramatically.
2) Mt. Kilimanjaro (Tanzania): Global warming is cursed for the melting of the year round snows at the summit of the Africa’s highest mountain. It is estimated that there won’t be any snow 15 years down the line.
3) Great Barrier Reef (O ff the east coast of Australia): the rising water temperatures are leading to bleaching of the famously vivid reefs is forecasted that 95% of the living corals will be killed by 2050.
4) Galapagos Islands (Ecuador): here too, riding temperatures are bleaching the corals and killing the marine species.
5) The Arctic ice cap: ice bergs are melting speedily due to global warming threatening the beauty of it and the very existence of the species such as polar bears.
6) The Maldives (Indian Ocean): Rising water levels could completely submerge these 1200 spectacular coral islands alluring millions of tourists and may vanish in not more than 100 years.
7) Alaska: Glaciers are shrinking and Parma frost is melting (soil at or below the freezing point of water (0 °C or 32 °F) for two or more years).
8) Kitbuhel (Austria): The world’s most famous ski run may disappear due to rising temperatures.
9) Venice (Italy): This Italian city is sinking into Adriatic and rising sea levels could worsen the situation.
10) Patagonian (South America): the splendid glaciers and feeders for perennial rivers are shrinking at great pace.

Ethical perspectives of Doomsday Tourism:

No doubt, all is not well with these destinations but the million dollar question arises at this juncture is; How ethical is it to travel to these threatened destinations?
It is argued that there’s nothing wrong in traveling to these destinations provided that is done responsibly_ in the lines of WTTC and WTO which advocate for a sustainable approach to tourism in which destinations resources are protected and preserved for the future generations.
But it’s also argued that the very labeling of these destinations has increased the scale of visiting tourists many fold in the last few years. Such a trend will only augment and hasten the predicted doomsday of these hotspots. It’s astonishing to know that according to IAATO (International Association of Antarctic Operators) over 46,000 tourists visited the Antarctic continent during 2007-08. Over 40,000 people visited Galapagos Islands in 1990 which increased to 1, 45.000 by 2006. These huge number of tourists how much ever responsible they pledge to be, invariably add to the environmental woes.

It is innate to the human nature to see something that may going to exist tomorrow, as a traveler one would never wish to miss out anything of this sort be it the town of Churchill in Canada famously known as ‘ The polar bear capital of the world’, crumbling Angkor Wat in Cambodia or the shading Taj Mahal in India. If a common man is to restrain from congesting an endangerd destination_ it like, Arindham Choudhary watching ‘ The Slumdog Millionaire’ and asking others to not to watch but at the end of the day everybody ends up watching it at least once to find out why the movie isn’t worth watching.

An emergency call for ‘Responsible Tourism’:

Simply because certain destinations are endangered you can not draw a line of control and restrain travelers from visiting them rather these destinations being prone to a thousand problems challenging their existence require better management; holistic in nature and practical approach. Having said that it’s important to answer the impending question_ ‘Can Doomsday Tourism be a Responsible Tourism’?

The answer is positively ‘YES’. It can certainly be the responsible tourism if scientifically managed. Educating the visitors and the hosts, developing sustainable modules and models, practicing green principles and subjecting the carrying capacity. Awareness is one big lesson that should be seriously indoctrinated to protect these endangered destinations.

Tour operators and travel agents should play a major role in discouraging this neo-concept and abstain from marketing it as doomsday tourism. Although officially its not marketed as doomsday tourism, most of them do operate tours to places of delicate nature and lure tourists with the concept of disappearing destinations.

A peep into the products of ‘Doomsday Tourism’:

There are several places which find place in the itineraries of tour operators. Interestingly the future generations to come may find it hard to witness, visit to, and experience these tourism products as they are getting ready to vanish.

A) The Most Endangered Natural Sites:
Apart from the top ten endangered destinations the other natural sites are_ Sonoran and Chihuan desert borderlands in Mexico, Pataganonian grasslands in Argentina, Great Lakes in United States and Canada, arid lands of Namibia, the Appalachians and Wes Indian coastline.
B) The Most Endangered Monuments:
The Word Monuments Watch (WMW) has enlisted 100 most endangered monuments. Among them the top monuments at great risk are_ Angkor Wat in Combodia, Taj Mahal in India, Byzantine Church in Hagia Safia in Istanbul Turkey, Tibetan Monuments in Nepal, Khami National monument in Zimbabwe, Ellis Island in New York and Lafayette Cemetery in New Orleans U S.
C) The Most Endangered Species:
Countless species are also of tourist interest as part of doomsday tourism. The top most endangered species according to the World Wildlife Federation (WWF) are: Black rhino, giant panda, tiger, belnga surgeon, hawks bill turtle, alligator snapping turtle, green cheeked parrot, mako shark and big leaf mahogany.



D) The Most Endangered Rivers:
Salween (China, Mynmar,Thiland), Danube (Europe), La Plata (South America), Rio Granados (USA), Ganges (India), Indus (India and Pakistan), Nile (Africa), Murray-Darling, Mekong and Yangtze in China.
E) The Most Endangered Tribes:
There are tribes which are most endangered in different pockets of the world. These primitive tribes are very few in numbers living in the Amazon basin, central African forests, central India and Andaman and Nicobar Islands and Australia. World’s most primitive tribe at danger is jarwas of Nicobar Islands.

There is new terminology coming into usage every morning so is the ‘Doomsday Tourism which is a kind of Dark Tourism_ i.e. travel and visitation to sites, attractions and exhibition which have real or recreated death, the seemingly macabre, generating gloomy enthusiasm such as disaster tourism, grief tourism, poverty tourism. Although doomsday tourism aligned with these kinds its seemingly infamous kind as it stands tall among all of them as the gravity of influence upon the tourists is immense and immeasurable.

The Bottom line:

So, what’s the bottom line of the debate? Its never as simple as its thought since to encourage or not to encourage the intoxication of tourists hurrying up to see dooming places, people and wildlife is an pen option.
Nevertheless the practice of responsible tourism seems to be the answer to a lot of daunting questions and pave way for a better tomorrow for the generations to come, hopefully not cursing the spirit of their predecessors.

Hence, next time when you plan to visit either Mt. Kilimanjaro or long to see giant pandas in China or crave to spend time with jarwas of Nicobar islands, remember not to forget your responsibility i.e. to not to leave behind any footprints of yours. That way you would be the last person to cause any damage.

My last flip to readers (travelers):

Let’s not give chance to any of the transgalaxy inhabitants of earthlike planets somewhere in the other side of the Milky Way to add our green planet as a doomsday destination of their universal tour package!!

“If half the door is closed, so what! The other half of it is still wide open”