I see Gaia!

Dhaka -  When I first came to Dhaka from Chittagong, I found it to be a concrete jungle: a canopy of high-rises over a habitat of machines. Greenery is hard to find here environmental degradation is accelerating, persistent and unabated, making me feel disconcerted. Without any nature, my mind is unbalanced as I passed my days in greenery, as I can remember my first memory about the Golden Shower tree in my primary school in Chittagong that made my mind peaceful always then. I think ?what will happen if Dhaka was declared an uninhabitable and unlivable dead city, and all the people living here left this place? Nature would take over again; nature would gobble up the abandoned city, like these tiny plants growing up, raising their tops from inside of a broken pole. Many years ago, someone told me, ?we have such soil that no seed can go dead in it; you eat a mango and throw the seed aside in the street or wherever and you will see the mango plant growing up after some days. I remember what my dad once told me about the soil. He said that ?Maati? is Bangla word for soil. And Maati is made of two different words. One is ?Maa? and anther is ?Ti?. ?Maa? means ?mother? and ?Ti? is ?the? and thus both make ?the mother? which gives life to everything that is part of it.
Adnan Wahid – Dhaka Lab