What ‘s in a name?
“Trumpet Bellows,” Yes, I know!
It is fashionable to have a funky name for your online rant (the politically correct parlance for which is ‘blogging’). But what does this name (Trumpet Bellows) even mean? Here’s the low down on something very uplifting.
Stage 1: Conceptualizing the Blog:[image error]
When Trumpet Bellows was conceived, the idea of a blog was very new to me, even though popular bloggers were already millionaires. Just like a foetus, whose heartbeat is the sole confirmation of its presence, Trumpet Bellows was a thought, yet to attain full growth. The universal point of contention that any novice faces loomed large. What to write about?
The more apt question was “What can I write that others would wish to read?”
The honest answer, “I hadn’t the faintest!”
I decided to adapt the question and restrict its purview and made it, “What can I write about?”This was tricky too but workable. I decided to write about whatever I felt strongly about (women’s issues, politics, business, nature…,). It would make me happy, I believed and that determined the vague direction of this blog.
Stage 2: Choosing a name
When man ceased to consider himself an animal and became an ‘urbane’ creature, he assumed that the beast in him met a natural demise. Two world wars, hundreds of bloody battles, global religious conflicts, and many such shameful achievements later, we still fail to acknowledge the destructive force we have become.
The blog’s hoarsest shout had to be a loud one to have an impact. A bellow!
Stage 3: Choosing a cause
Having evolved from ancestors who lived in harmony with nature, worshiped it and enriched it in myriad ways, it s for me a matter of personal disgrace that today we are faced with huge environmental problems which are entirely man made. To add my voice against the grave environmental time bomb we continue to build, I chose a cause close to my heart and very close to home.
Many of you may have seen elephants in movies and videos. A few may have taken a fun ride on a domesticated, overworked mammoth while on vacation in an exotic Indian city. An even smaller section may have watched them roam the forest at a popular wild life sanctuary. But how many of us have lent our thoughts to the beasts killed due to negligent practices of fellow humans?
My hometown, Coimbatore, in Tamil Nadu, India, is located on the foothills of a mountain range where elephants live. As the city expanded its limits, their natural habitat dwindled. They were forced to roam into suburbs and villages for food and water. While on such quests, they got run over by trains, were electrocuted by electrified fences, poisoned by angry farmers and sometimes, they attacked people they met along the way.
With newspapers reporting an elephant fatality almost everyday, I was driven to shout out for them, even if my voice was an obscure blog with limited readership.
That is how I added the trumpet to my bellow!
[image error]A parting thought:
As our population grew, and our needs increased, we inadvertently began competing with animals for the resources on earth. This does not mean that we have to be at loggerheads with each other all the time. As the most dangerous of the lot, if we take a step in the right direction, then nature too will come halfway to meet us. Even instant gratification is possible, as you can see in the video below.
Click here to watch the complete viral video
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A young elephant calf was rescued from a pit by villagers and forest officials in Kerala, India. Its mother was so grateful for the help, she saluted the villagers before ushering her child to safety. (You may not understand the language being spoken in the video, but just as for the mother elephant, it may not be necessary to understand the voices. The pictures do speak a million words.
Join Trumpet Bellows in taking that first step in the right direction.
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