Two Legends Wednesday, Jul 8 2009 

They have been two top Shikaris turned environmentalists. While Corbett operated in the Jungles of Uttrakhand, Anderson’s domain was the jungle sorrounding Bangalore(He stayed and worked in Bangalore), Andhra Pradesh and erstwhile Madras state. Cornett worked in Uttarakhand and Mokama(near Patna) for 20 years as Railway Goods Supervisor.

Both loved India and have written at lenght about India and its people. Both were Indian. Yes, they were more Indian than any of us.

Corbett obviously is more celebrated than his South Indian counterpart because of various reasons. One of them is because of the popularity(read notorierity) of the game he counted and also because of one particular game(The Man Eater of Rudraprayag), his fame reached far fetched corners of India because this particular Leopard was operating in an pilgrimage and hence when the pilgrims returned to their native state, the Leopard’s tale also reached there with them.

However, I am a bigger fan of Corbett. I have found a loopholes too many in Anderson’s approach. Also Corbett was more daring and more sympathetic and calculated in his approcah towards any carnivora.

Corbett liked to operate alone. before venturing into the Jungle after a Carnivora, his first condition was to remove all the soprtsmen from the area. The reason was he thought a stray bullet from one of the over enthusiastic soprtsmen will count for him rather than the Man-eater he was after. No such rules for Anderson.

Corbett was more daring. Anderson never ventured to the Jungle following the victim’s blood-trail. He had a simple approach. Tie the baits, let the Animal take the bait. Sit on a Machan over tha bait and kill the animal if he comes near. He hardly sat over a human kill. Two exceptions of this rule I know is the one in which he Sat over the dead body of a village girl and the other to count for the Man-Eater of Manchi, he sat over the dead body of a 14 year old boy. Corbett always followed the animal.
The reason of this could be Anderson stayed in Bangalore and by the time he got the news, there was nothing left of the victim to sit over. Corbett stayed in the Jungle. He more often than nought was there to sit for the kill in time. But I have seen Corbett following a man eater and shooting him which Anderson never did.

Corbett counted for Carnivora who were far more cunning and dangerous than the ones Anderson counted. Champawat Man-eater counted for 450 lives. The Rudraprayag Leopard 128 and so. But then it wasn’t Anderson’s fault if he bagged them early.

Corbett was a better shot. A far better shot. He carried 2-3 bullets because he knew he would bag the sport in those 2 shots. Anderson fired many and many a times without success. Here Corbett score heavily against Anderson.

There are a couple of instances which have left me aghast against Anderson.
1. While after Man-Eater of Manchi, he fired 3 rounds in the dark sitting inside his tent when the Man-Eater’s paws groped his bed. He could have waited for Tiger’s head to emerge from from inside the tend and could have had a easy shot. Instead, out of fear or what, he tool 3 shots in dark and succeeded in saving his life but then the Tiger counted for another boy. He has written about his stupidity.

2. He tried to follow the same tiger with a 14 year old boy and a middle-aged man. And to top this ghastly mistake of pitching a 14 year unarmed lad against a Man-Eater, he let him separate from him about a 100 yards and when Tiger struck, he was not there to save this little Boy. Anderson was to blame.

3. While sitting over the dead body of a new Mother which the Tiger had taken, he had 3 shouts on the tiger froma distance of 10 yards, but the tiger escaped, though badlu hurt, but he escaped to die of old age.

Corbett could attract a carnivora by imitating the sound of its mate and when it came nearer, he counted for it. Something I haven’t heard Anderson doing it.

Having been a little critical on Anderson, I would say that how many of us have the guts to sit near a tree with a dead body in front and a Man-Eating tiger near by. Anderson had that guts and that guts and his knowledge of the jungle makes him only endearing to me. Corbett has been my ultimate Hero and Anderson is not far behind.

God save Indian Jungles. Parties, Good roads, electricity are important but the Jungles and the fauna are a must. Nothing beats the high of sitting alone in a jungle and listening to it and if you are really lucky, you can hear a tiger calling in the distance – Aaungh..Aaungh…Oorgh. Future generations won’t be that lucky. I bet.

Football Friday, Apr 17 2009 

Once upon a time in 2007
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It started on a boring summer afternoon. We (Me and Atish) were on gtalk and the talk drifted towards football. Atish and I have played lots of football together in college. It was a pleasure to play in my college play ground. It was a standard football field ground with lush green grass and it gave you a stadium sort of feeling where the ground is at a level lower from the spectator’s row.

It had been almost 4 years since we played our last match in college and the feeling that we will never ever get to play on that ground was just too much for us. Our batch had such an outstanding record in the College Tournaments. In 4 years, we lost only the first match we played and then started the era of complete dominance. Others teams played just to come second. The victory margins were in excess of 3 all the time and an aura of invincibility was stored and maintained. We permanently retained the football trophy after winning it 3 times in a row and yours truly being declared Golden Boot three times in a row :)

So, we were discussing about that boring afternoon. It was Atish who mooted the idea of a get together of our batch’s football team and play against the current NIT,Patna team for one last hurrah. I said yes. Manoj said yes. Dev and Sameer were tentative. Kamlesh was married and didn’t take call. In short it was a task next to mission impossible to have people together after 4 years from the far flung regions just to play Football. Nevertheless, the mission was on. I reached Patna on 16 August. Atish was already there and so was Manoj. We met the college team and told them about our plan. They were very enthusiastic despite having exams round the corner. Our good old referee,Lal Babu, was called upon . I shared a love hate relationship during my college days. When he was not referring in our match, he was playing with the local teams which I hated and that showed in the matches. Anyways, The match was scheduled on 22nd of August.

Now was the turn of shocks. To our horror we realised that things have changed. The same guys who were ready to play 24 x 7 were finding it difficult to manage even one hour despite being intimated well in advance. I can’t blame them. May be the passion had diminished, may be the game had taken a backseat amidst the struggle of job and life. In short, we were only three from the great eleven of yesteryears. And amongst us, Manoj had a ligament injury, but he said he will be in the goal. We were now 2 1/2. Then we decided to call our passed out juniors. Fortunately some of them agreed and we had a team just before the D-Day. We paid for their journey and arranged their stay in the famous NEH.

On the match eve, it was very pleasant to see our Manager, ‘The Great George’ coming from nowhere to join us. George is my batch mate and had been our manager. All those nourishments(read Cigarettes) before,during and after the match was his duty. Post match late night parties were also his responsibility. So the match started. The entire NIT team was stacked against ageing former superstars. I was playing mid-field and Atish was Forward. The first half was at 1-0 against us. The effect of time was clearly visible on us. Atish was huffing and puffing to reach the ball I passed. I too missed a couple of chances. One only the goal keeper to beat, I saw my shot hitting the goal post and bounce back. It still hurts while I am writing. The second half saw us conceding 3 more goals. The score was 4-0 against us. We lost. We could have won. But we lost.

In the evening we hosted a party at Hotel Maurya. The teams got together and celebrated. I was happy to play on my beloved ground once again and to relive all those moments. You may find it quite weird that someone like us(working people) will travel 2000 km just to play one hour of Football. But buddy, this is Football. If you don’t understand, you never will.

My First Love Wednesday, Nov 19 2008 

 

It’s been so many years. I don’t remember exactly, perhaps I was six when I had the immeasurable pleasure of seeing her for the first time. It was love at first sight.

 

At six, clasped tight in Papa’s arm, blinking eye in astonishment at every other thing and challenging Papa’s cool with his ‘wise’ questions-a kid
 is supposed to be ignorant of this thing called ‘Love’, but I know that it was love, true love.
 

Her first looks are still afresh in my memory. How gorgeous she was looking in her red outfit. At that very moment I decide that one day she will be mine and I will be hers. But here was the usual story-lots of hurdles await the lovers. People told me that I will  have to study a lot to be able to ask for her hand.
  

“How much?”, I asked.
“This much!”, they stretched their arms wide at 180 degrees.


But instead of being overawed by the vastness their arms projected, I was now more adamant in my view that anyhow, by hook or by crook, she will have to be mine.
  

After that there existed only three things for me-study, sports and ’she’. And the first two I just mentioned here are also closely related to the last mentioned, the ‘she’. Study, as I mentioned earlier was meant to make me eligible enough to ask for her and sports-this hobby I  pursued just to be near her.

 

There exists a big playground where she lives and each evening I had to make sure to be there with a football or a cricket bat and feel the warmth of closeness to her. And she also seemed to enjoy my company very much because not even once she forgot to be there in the evening and stayed there staring at me, watching me play all those lovely evenings and it was only after immense sufferings and agony, I used to say her goon-night.

 

On Sundays, I used to totter around her streets all day, hoping to get a glimpse of her and hardly I returned disappointed. At home, Mother, as soon as she saw me, black  and exhausted by sunstroke, called Father and said,” This  boy is up to something very serious-he doesn’t tell and I am afraid he might get himself in trouble. And that followed by umpteen questions about my whereabouts that day and it was only me who could face such questions and still evading any chance of suspicion. Be it heavy rain or biting chill, this lover always reached his destination defeating the nature. And the most troublesome part of all my brave journeys was the ‘good-bye’; I had to day at last. Even the best of the dictionaries will fall short of words in describing my pain and sufferings in saying those two words. Ah! Those were the days.
  

But then, I had to force myself on the torturous task of studying, keeping myself away from her. I passed my Matric, then Inter and then came the litmus test, the final barrier between us, and the examination that was supposed to give me the authority to ask for her.
  

I appeared and didn’t perform well enough at the exam to be sure enough. I was keeping my fingers crossed when came the news-I was selected but there were better candidates than me who were making a beeline for her. I was told that I will have to wait to see what happens. I
kept my hands close to my heart and prayed.
 

 An hour passed, and then another, then another till I left counting. In evening a gentleman in white shirt emerged and came to me, patted me on my back and said” Go son,she is yours.”.
  

“she..is…..….YOURS”,I was dumbfounded. Unable to utter anything, I could only manage to mumble “Thank you, Sir!”. After this, for some time I was out of sorts. So many things whirling in my mind and a joy that seemed  to burst out any moment breaking all boundaries and
 limitations.
  

“Gotcha”,I yelled at the top of my voice and looking heavenwards thanked ‘Him’.
 

 I came back home running at top speed to give this ultimate news to my family members.
 Everyone congratulated me on my luck.

 

 Our engagement was fixed on 15th September.
  

I sat down to recollect everything-her first sight, my  attempts to be near her, studies, sports, those lovely  days, evenings, exams, results and everything. My hard labor and dedication had finally been awarded and in what a good form!.

 

I must mention here that it was her love that kept me going and put me on the right track. After all, true love finds its way.
 

 I dressed in t-shirt and jeans and hurried off to attend my first lecture in her loving care and protection.
  

Can you guess her name? Well, no points for guessing it  right. I am talking about my Alma Mater - NIT, Patna.

 

 

My college-my pride, my possession..

 

 

 

A Prized Possession Tuesday, Sep 2 2008 

I think I am an impulsive buyer. But I have seen myself restraining from splurging many a times. I do not. But somehow I have been labeled an impulsive shopper so many a times that I have started believing this.

It was 3rd of July 2008 and I had some money in my account. Buying a DSLR camera has been my long cherished dream. I always wanted to buy a DSLR and to just get lost in the jungle and shoot animals.

I had been searching for a good SLR camera all over the net and had zeroed in a shop in Aundh called Camshot. I started at 10.00 in the morning on my bike and reached Aundh. I was caught on the Bremmen Circle for violating the red light and had to pay the fine. A bad start, but it didn’t deter me.

I reached the shop and asked Babbu ji( the shop owner), who was sitting alone, to show me the camera. Man, did it look gorgeous. I was to hold a DSLR for the second time in my hand (The first time during my third Enduro race when one of the photographers was shooting me).

The price of this beauty, Nikon D60, was 33k along with the camera bag, Battery charger, one extra 1 GB SDHC memory and one year of warranty. Apart from this I had 2 GB SDHC card, a 18-55 mm Nikor VR Lens. The lens is of the very low capacity but I will get a bigger one soon. Right now, I am very happy to get this.

Quite surprisingly, my mom also encouraged me to buy this camera

Casuality Tuesday, Sep 2 2008 

It was August 17th of 2008 and we had a match against Infosys. We have not been doing very well in this edition of MKM. Having drawn just one match out of 4 and losing others.

I was particularly keen on doing well in this match since a few of my team members were not present because of the long weekend (Independence Day). But it so happened that I reached the ground at 9.55 and the match was to start at 10.00. It was my fault entirely as I delayed in leaving for the ground. Tamal kept waiting for me and I didn’t start in time. So I reached just 5 minutes before the match.

I didn’t get the time to warm up and stretch which is mandatory before a game of football. I rushed into the ground. The match was hardly into its first 10 minutes. The score was 0-0. They got a corner. I tried to clear the ball by heading and while trying to do so I ran backward and then as I was taking a jump, I felt an excruciating pain in my left ankle and I knew right away that I am gone. It’s all because I didn’t warm up.

I would advise all of you to warm up properly before entering into the playground especially if you are above 16 :) .

Well I went to see the doctor after the match and was advised bed rest. It has swollen pretty bad because of the soft tissue damage.

I wish to recover soon and could resume my activities. The beauty of things you do not appreciate unless you lose it.

Save Tigers Wednesday, Feb 7 2007 

The project tigers was launched by Ms. Indira Gandhi, then PM of India, with much fanfare, hope and optimism to save India’s national animal from going extinct. At that time, the number of tigers in Indian jungles had reduced to 2000. Some 9 national parks were identified as the tiger reserves and great care was taken to save the most beautiful animal in the world.. SARISKA(Rajasthan) was one of them.

This year there has been no tigers found in Sariska. Last year there were eighteen. When wildlife conservationists ventured into Sariska for Tiger count there were horrified to find that there were no scratch marks on the trees, no pug marks and no Tiger. Where are they?

When the Director of the Sariska was asked this question, his reply was that there are some strange disease spread in our reserves and it might have contributed to the death of the tigers. Might have?? He didn’t find it necessary to find the reason. When Mr. Thapar went into the jungle and made this startling disclosure that all the tigers have been killed in Sariska, his camera was confiscated by the authorities and he was not allowed to go into the forest.

The CBI a few years ago has reported that every year the number of tigers in India as suggested by the authorities were exaggerated. And they reported tigers being killed by the poachers regularly however with the collusion of the officials will need further enquiry.

The Animal Planet showed a tigress with her a few hours old cubs. It was a divine sight. Later that tigress was killed in the trap by the poachers. Her cubs died as well.

As an estimate, there have been left less than 4000 tigers in India and this figure we know is exaggerated. There won’t be more than 2000 at max. And its an herculean effort that will require from the government machinery, WPSI, people and from everywhere to save this magnificent beast from following the path of Indian cheetah.

Inbreeding is going to be a major issue. There have been so few tigers that the gene pool diversity is poor.And of-course poaching. There is a great demand of Tiger skin in Tibetan culture. One skin fetches around 15k $. Bones are considered to be aphrodisiac. So the market is very lucrative and relatively hassle free thanks to the callous attitude of the bureaucrats. Shrinking habitat. Pressure on jungles due to ever increasing human population. Unemployment and lack of awareness about wildlife.

People like Sansar Chand who is in this business for decades has been responsible for over 700 tiger kills.

Laws should be more stringent. There should be a death penalty for an endangered species kill. Because not only you kill the animal, you kill a link in the delicately prepared food chain. You kill the environment, and hence you kill people. This will act as a deterrent.

The first step for the government is to accept that they have failed and the situation is critical. No harm in this. Accept it gracefully and only then there could be done anything. People living alongside wild animals should be relocated or should be provided information about the flora and fauna. We the people should take responsibility and should donate to the People who are working for wildlife conservation.

It won’t be even a decade, if situation doesn’t improve, that tigers would be seen in movies and books only and that day would be a black day for Man. Because tigers deserve to stay here as much as we do. And what a pity it would be if our future generation would be deprived of the pleasure of watching this magnificent animal and to put him in awe for its sheer beauty, grace and power.

You can make donations to

http://www.wpsi-india.org/donations/index.php

I will do whatever I could because who knows that that money I donated helped save a tiger..

My Fellow Traveller Thursday, Jan 18 2007 

The following article was published in TOI. I do not remember the date. But I loved the article.

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The Mumbai-Chennai Dadar Express was choc-a-bloc as usual. I had just settled down when my eyes fell on a fellow traveler. The man was fair, sallow cheeks that had sagged well before their time. He wore a crumpled Kurta that had definitely seen better days. That he was an academic became increasingly clear after the first few minutes of our conversation. He had been in the teaching profession for a while. His name was John and he confessed to me straightaway that he had been a diehard Commie all his life. I was shocked to hear that John had been given the boot by the college authority because he had written an article sympathetic to that ideology. John had been given a hearing by the college authorities but in the end they felt that he would exercise a corrupting influence on the students if he were allowed to continue. 

John had decided that it was fruitless to argue his case and called it quits. 

 I asked him whether he was married. He replied, “I have been a lone soldier since the age of 10 when I lost both my parents in an accident. I have no siblings and marriage never entered my mind. I have a place of land my father left me in my native village and I am going there to tend to it”.

 “What about luggage?” John smiled and pointing to a small suitcase lying under his feet. “All my possessions are in there”. 

John took a stack of beedis from his pocket and went towards the door of the compartment for a quick smoke. The rest of the journey was spent in silence. 

When the train reached Chennai I took leave of John. He went his way and I mine. Our paths have not crossed since. But my thoughts often go to the friend who had conquered want, who was at peace with himself, had his own ideology and cared a fig for what the rest of the world thought about it. John will remain etched in my memory for there are very few like him in a world drowning in materialism.