Posts Tagged ‘Forests

14
Jul
18

Residents, visitors and other beings extraordinaire! 3

“Even the dullest bird or face becomes interesting when you give it a good look in the wild/flesh. The way the shadow drops across the cheek, the light hits an eyebrow, etc… there are many more angles, positions etc. than you can ever imagine. My heart always makes a little jump when I see things in birds or faces that surprise me.” –  Siegfried Woldhek

The more I gave birds and other creatures ‘a good look’ and moved away from their spectacular markings, colours and behaviour; the further I found myself concentrating on their bodies and limbs.

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20
Jun
18

Residents, visitors and other beings extraordinaire! 2

 “I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.” –  Emily Dickinson

I once read somewhere, that, ‘there is nothing like attracting birds to a birdbath……It’s also great to watch birds at feeders, but there’s something particularly exciting about watching birds splashing away or sipping water from a bath.’ However, the bird baths that I have, draw more birds than the feeder, and, there are certain bird species that do no use the feeder at all. And yes……………………..a pecking order exists!

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26
Jan
18

Of Djinns, Chudails and other such para(normal)phernalia!

“The dark dangerous forest is still there, my friends. Beyond the space of the astronauts and the astronomers, beyond the dark, tangled regions of Freudian and Jungian psychiatry, beyond the dubious psi-realms of Dr. Rhine, beyond the areas policed by the commissars and priests and motivations-research men, far, far beyond the mad, beat, half-hysterical laughter… the utterly unknown still is and the eerie and ghostly lurk, as much wrapped in mystery as ever.” – Fritz Leiber

In recent times, I attempted to pep-up my non-existent social life and decided to join a heritage walk. With a great sense of déjà vu, I experienced some unbelievably insufferable creatures at this event and, “bloody chudails” was what I felt like yelling out.

But being a fraidy-cat and not wanting to create a scene, I did not and quietly slinked away.

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The very next day I read in the newspaper that some people, in Bardawan district of Bengal, were selling a djinn trapped in a bottle and of course, there were customers!

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24
Jul
16

Living with the Tiger

When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,

I shall not feel the rain;

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on, as if in pain:

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply may forget.

– Christina Rossetti

Sixteen years ago, deep within the forests of Binsar, on a bitterly cold night, I had finally finished making notes in my diary and was ready to call it a day.

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The other members of the team were already asleep. I got-up and quietly went around the old dak bungalow checking doors and windows.

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Came back and stoked the fire. Seeking warmth from the crackling fireplace and snuggled inside the sleeping bag, a face with large eyes peeped out at me.

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19
Jun
16

Those were the days! 2

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15
May
16

Those were the days! 1

“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”– John Muir

Once asked, as to when I embarked on my ‘wildlife journey’ – I was unable to answer because as-far-as I can remember, my earliest memories are predominantly about forests, travelling with my father and/or uncle (my mother’s elder brother), reading or just sitting – looking at nothing and everything and at the same time not missing anything.

My entire demeanour goes through a change from inside and being in a forest makes me cry – absolute and sheer joy – with tears that only I can see and feel. Something happens!

Most people (at least in India), when asked about their interest in wildlife, talk about being influenced by the writings of Jim Corbett. It cannot be denied that I too have thoroughly enjoyed reading Corbett and others but I grew up reading books written by my maternal grandfather.

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