We, The Living.!

The Place we Lived.!

Yes.. the title is of Ayn Rands' book, but we actually experienced the thing yesterday. What does it takes to be a poacher aka pardhi, as they are commonly called here.?

I was almost on the verge to break down when we saw a flock of around 2000 domsile crains, birds, landing in front of our eyes. It was spellbound and I canot even think to describe this. As we saw them landing on the front coast, they formed a uniform otrageous line along right to left of the lake.

It was like, that thing was like a law of nature - that one cannot question, alter or implore, just witness and shut up.! 

For three hours we were in a baby pose, in crawling, me and my Olympus, all drenched with marsh, mud, as it had rained last night, fungus and what not. I  wished time should have stopped, but in vain.. good times and bad ones, they never last.

As we were on the "wow" pose, suddenly flock took a flight agan in the pink sky and to our surprise two human figures were coming out of flock. Surprise, n all surprise.!! what the hell was that..we were like.!! We started pouring MCBC galis with full throtle on. They were approaching us with some dead bodies in their hands, birds dead bodies.

In than five seconds we understood that they were poachers and they had trapped around 10-15 birds, was ridiculous, my thought at that point. As they we were getting closer to us, we already had dialed forest rangers' phone, the thing that they also had understood..

When they were infront of my eyes, I witnessed two 10 yr old boys in their shorts and only two nylon ropes. For a moment I did stun with the thought that how one can catch so many birds with only two thin ropes. As expected, emotional drama started. They began to crib and were trying to convince us to not to call police. But by that time my buddy was already on call and handed over a phone to me.

Ranger knew all these things, poaching and all. He told me that he'll be here in an hour and to wait there. OK. The boys were on the verge to cry and started telling their familys' pathetic condition and cribs, cribs and cribs. It was not a routine thing for us to feel so bad. Helplessly, I asked them where do they stay.? They requested us to come with them as they were living nearby.

Danger. Obviously, we thought as they were poachers. But thankfully we both had our military knifes, got from Corbet, so we didnt hesitated too much. The only thing to worry was our binos. They took us to the place, See the pic.! It was as miserable as that anyone cannot even dare to imagine. They have built their house, Tambu sort, to be more precise, with all the waste cloths that are available on the earth. 

It was terrible. 11 people were there in family. Illiteracy. But too much of love for everyone. A high quality parental care and warmth. They were not bothered about what tomorrow. Their only goal was to live today in the most happiest way. Poaching and selling the meat was their only mode of income, survival. By the time we observed all this and had a dialogue, we were already in their home.

No show offs, no ostentation, only the harsh reality inside. For a moment I thought, we keep fighting over a nonsense issues when life is so comfortable for us and see here. They requested us to have food and stay there at there home. It was a very awkward situation. But somehow, we reached to the decision that we'll stay only till 4 am and then will move. Fine.!

In an hour got the call from my ranger friend to find out where were we. Explained everything. No legal actions and all. We didnt want to make it more miserable for them. 

We were inside for 4 hrs, had their typical Pardhi food, all laced with meat. No sleep. Only mind boggling thoughts.  We got up at 3.30am. As we were on the highway, a desperate thought crossed in both of us' mind, "Man, have to have beer. Its too much."

4 Beers at 3.55am at Veer-da-dhaba. 

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Laser whistling ducks
Since 2 days sinus was like killing me from inside out. The pain had encroached its area till my left ear, thanks to Sinarest and Procillin. It was a bit relief. Couldn't sleep whole of yesterday night. And finally, as it always happens, I got up and called up my buddy. It was 5am.
Its an unwritten rule between us, whenever any one of us calls at the odd morning time, its time a of Birdwatching. Packed my bag with my Olympus binos, shades, camouflage cap and jeans, kurta and my bike. All setup, rode towards his home. At 5.30, we were on highway towards our birdwatching destination. That Sacred Lake.
The Sun was almost out, as its summer, and we had no fascination to see sunrise as it loses its a bit charm in summer or may be we were not interested. 

Reached at lake at 5.50. And she welcomed us with a brilliant flamboyant yellowish red colors of Flamingos. Awesome. I would advise to all best buddies and well wishers to take a glance of this bird at least once in a life. Its a lifetime experience to see a flock of 300 flamingos in front on the eyes.
Takes loads and tonns of patience, of course, else they get scattered and the result is spoiled view. When we are out on birdwatching we hardly talk. Its just our binoculars speaks. 

The real real fun was with Laser whistling ducks. And actually it takes a bit more nerve wrecking efforts to listen them whistling. Its not that they whistle in low volume, its the right time they chose to whistle. But yes.. its an unmatched musical experience one can ever have. We had.

White Ibis
Yes.. This is white ibis. Watching her is also much fun as she digs down the earth for her food with her digger shaped beak. All the morning it was fun and enriching the knowledge with Black winged stilts, crusted larks, roody shellducks, egrets, ring plovers.

And finally, on the bank this lake there was a Ganesh temple. So, all started and ended well with a great birding.

Sinus, gone :) back home by 10.30am. 


Shantanu :)

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The Vocal Heart .!!

Not loving her would be a sin or may would prove me a gay which I am certainly not. She is so in touch with herself, dreaming with all her senses, that one cannot afford to miss even a loss of her single glimpse of this state.

Romance has its own charm. Don't you deny it. Hormonal tides and ebbs, comes and goes, but romance stays, its divine. Look at the passion she is displaying. Its so stunning. Even fantasizing to be with her is so refreshing you know. 

Mad boy, I know. Let it be.

She is like a dream girlfriend that one can ever imagine to have.  No, not a housewife and all material, naah.. She is an angel, you can just love her with all your hearts open. Its what we can call as, the beauty personified or redefined or whatever. yess.. Flawless..!!

The pure and platonic, inside out. No plotting, no games. The only best thing she can you is a pure unconditional love. I am lucky to have at least her pic.

She is the calm of a hurricane's eye
where a man finds tranquility
as the storm passes by..!! 


Luck. Shan :)
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