Blood Stained Hands

“There it is”, Shashi Malik points out. Shashi is forester with huge experience of wildlife management. He is the first to sight it. The jeep stops with a screech. A huge male tiger is cooling itself in water saucer deep inside the jungle near Raiya Kassa crossing. The management of the Pench Tiger Reserve, where we are in, has created drinking water facilities for wild animals by way circular, cemented, 10-15 m diameter saucers for animals to drink water from in case it is not naturally available in the region. These saucers are filled by tankers as and when required. There are smaller saucers in areas where tanker may not reach. These are filled manually with hand pumps on one end.

The light is good. The tiger is in no rush. We take score of photos. Generally, it’s difficult to get time to shoot a tiger properly. The light may be bad. It may be hidden in bushes. The distance may be too much. It may be walking ahead and you are watching its bum…

We now wait for some different action or movement by the tiger. While we watch, Shashi notices red strains on the fore limbs of the tiger. These limbs are stretched out of the saucer while most of its rear body is in water. We all look closely, some with binoculars.  It is suspected that the limbs maybe injured. Tiger appears to be making limbs moment cautiously, more so, the left foot, added to the doubt.

The deputy director, K K Gurwani is with us. He gets worried. He knows that a new big male has recently taken to using this area. It has already pushed out another big male, famous as ‘BMW’, from the region.

There is always a possibility of territorial fight between the new one out to grab prime territory from the old established male, who is growing old.

Nevertheless, Gurwani maintains cool. He opines, “Maybe these are minor injuries. Such injuries, tiger is easily able to heal itself by licking. We will keep a watch.”

The discussion continues. Foresters decide that ‘A conclusion can be drawn when the tiger walks. If it limps badly, it will be matter of concern.’

We have been watching the tiger for half an hour but it is in no mood to rise and walk. In the meanwhile, local Deputy Ranger, Gautam Soni, famous man with about three decades of service for the Reserve has arrives. He can notice red strains with naked eyes. Deputy Director directs him to keep a watch and monitor the tiger.

We go around in the nearby area to see why spotted deer are making continuous alarm calls. There has been another tiger, or may be tigress, in the area. But we miss it.

Soon a message is received from Soni about the movement of the tiger. We dash to the spot. When reach, the tiger has left the saucer and we get a mere glimpse of it disappearing deep inside the forest. Soni assures us that all is well. There has been no limp in the walk of the tiger. The smart man has even grabbed video shot. We all see this and are reassured that there is nothing to worry.

A reanalysis of the mystery is done. It is felt that tiger must have made a kill and while handling the animal during feeding has soiled its fore limbs with blood. It is also discussed about the possible that tiger may have got brushes or minor injuries while hunting and tackling a strong animal. In any case, it is not Shakespearean blood stained hands in literal sense.


I steal but without greed

My friend, retired Brigadier writes, “So it has doubled in 20 days!” Yes, indeed. Many others friends respond. Retired PCCF, Rakesh Shah says, “Congratulations. Pushp ji, take care of your money…” Retired PCCF, Suhas Kumar says, “Wonderful. Enjoy your growing money.” Another retired APCCF, J P Sharma says, “Now you have money and more money…”  Retired Director, Wildlife Institute of India, P R Sinha says, “You have your own inimitable way of putting things in interesting ways!” There are numerous thumps up and tit-bits.

This is in response to my ‘WhatsApp’ post few days back on 12 May 2020 – ‘Hi friends, I have no regrets (of lockdown). See how my money has grown in just 20 days! First photo, I had shared with you (earlier also) is of 23 April and second is of today. Money Plant is just wonderful.’

Incidentally, starting point has been when I realised that I have three Money Plants – all different, unique and photogenic. I share this with my friends on WhatsApp. This too happened a teaser posting –

Weather is good

Air is clean

My money is growing

It’s growing in plants


Yesterday, while I have been strolling in our residence block, and passed Square’s Garden, I see the big-leaf money plant. I stop. There is a flash back. I realise that I need to share this money plant story with you, which is quite dramatic and is a link to above postings.

This all starts in September last year, when I retire from LIFE (in capital letters, not small!).  We always had several plants on our terrace but with limited care by wife, many have disappeared and others became a maze of non-descriptive plants. I decide that now I have time, I am going to make it into a real good garden. Seeds, seedling trays, fertiliser, ten huge bags of new soil, about a score of one-foot high cement pots… I decide it to be DIY (do it yourself) – No Mali (gardener). Initially, changing soil of all the existing plants and preparing many many new ones is quite tough. Me and wife spent hours in Sun, toiling.  Some vegetable plants start growing fast. So have been some flowering plants e.g. Petunia, Marigold, Rose…

Watering and organic fertiliser, and regular nirai & gudai (weeding and tilling soil) do wonder on plants. Soon, it is very cheerful atmosphere in the terrace garden. Can you believe, I start preparing my own organic fertiliser from kitchen vegetable waste! So much so, I do not need to buy fertiliser anymore!

One day, my eye fell on the big leaf money plant in our block’s garden. The bigger ones are the size of full plate! They are beautifully patterned with whitish and yellowish streaks. The plant is really unique. I know that money plant can grow from any part of stem. One does not have to uproot the whole plant to shift it. Nevertheless, it’s a community land, a sort of commons.

I investigate the plant a little closure one afternoon, when people are mostly resting. There are about 50 leaves. The plant is growing and climbing up around a thick stem tree. I notice that if I take an extension stem of three leaves the plant will not get damaged and there would be very little change in appearance. As it is, nobody bothers about the plants in the square but in case anybody is noticed even touching a plant, whole neighbourhood will rise in revolt.


I decide, I am going to steal the identified part of the plant! For about a week, I investigated the neighbourhood. I find that around midnight there is nobody out on the street, the watchman dozes off and almost all the houses are inactive from outside.

On the decided night, all is set. I have already hidden a sharp big knife in a bush near the plant. I do not want to be caught with a knife in the middle of the night! I have kept one flower pot ready with soil, fertiliser and water to receive the booty.

The operation is like a ‘Surgical Strike’. I have not told even my wife about the plan. I am sure she would have raised 10 questions. I tip-toy to the garden. I have never been so quiet in using stairs. As soon as I reach the target, it is a matter of few seconds and I am running back with treasure to the terrace. I am breathless, but in one go finish the job of planting the stem and dashing back to bed. Thank god, no neighbour or my wife notices it.

In the morning, I find the plant fine. I glance at the plant in the square. I notice small change but in general there is no gaping hole. Thank god, the operation has gone so well. Most of you may know, how these neighbourhood ladies are!

Next day my heart sinks to see my new plant – the three beautiful leaves are wrinkling! Maybe, it is too sunny. I pull the plant in shade. I add more water. I know in replanting the leaves wrinkle sometime.

But this appears a tragedy. Another day, all the leaves are dead!! I have to remove them. No point in keeping them. The bare stem, a thick one at that about an inch in diameter, stares at me.

I feel like crying. I feel guilty. I think theft is theft. I curse myself for the mistake.

Nevertheless, looking at the stem, I feel it is healthy. With Corona, came the lockdown and house arrest (I mean confinement). I have all the time in the world. And spend more time with plants.  I keep looking at the stem every day – taking care with regular watering, nirai-gudai, added organic fertiliser… It takes two months for a leaf to start forming. I cannot put in words the happiness on seeing the leaf forming one fine morning. I am happy that my stealing has not gone in vain. Maybe god has pardoned my crime.

Today, I am happy. Money Plant has equivalent of all the major currency notes e.g. Rs 2000, Rs 500 and Rs 100. Sorry no lower denominations! It’s only a plant not a bank!

Pushp Jain



Tigers ka bhi Covid Check Karna Hoga (Tigers too have to be checked for Covid)

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“Chhiter bhai, is it July? I feel it has come too early!” T20 asks from behind the bush.  Chhiter, the forester, whispers, “no no, it is March only.”

T20 is joined by T50 and T61 in the area. They too are confused. They all request Chhiter for an explanation, “It is already 7.30 in the morning. We have not seen a single vehicle. There is not a soul around.”

Chhiter informs them, “See, the Park has been closed because of Covid 19.”  He adds to the disappointment of the tigers, “There is going to be no tourists for some time.”

All the Ts ask in unison, “Is Covid 19 new president of USA? Is he visiting Ranthambhor? Has the Park been closed for his security?”

“Poor guys. You do not read newspapers. Neither, you listen to Arnab or Ravish. How would you know?” Chhiter thinks aloud. Ts are not sure, what Chhiter has on his mind.

Chhiter himself is not sure, what to tell these (illiterate) tigers, for he himself does not understand what this Covid disease is? Yesterday, Manoj sir has come to Jogi Mahal. Chhiter has overheard him talking to Mukesh sir about something called virus. He has heard that this is some SARS…, a living organism. It is killing thousands of people.

Tigers are still looking at Chhiter for an answer. Chhiter simplifies it as per his understanding, “Dekho ek naya janwar, jiska naam SARS hai, aa gaya hai or wo lakho logo ko mar raha hai!” (“Listen, one new animal species has arrived in the world, whose name is SARS, which is killing tens of thousands of people.”)

Ts huddle together and brood on what’s this going on. ‘We have not heard of any such animal. And why kill man? This is again the law of nature. No animal kills man unless it is seriously threaten by him. Is it some non-ethical monster?”

In the meanwhile, two tigers, T 13 and T 45 have come all the way from Bakhola looking for tourists! Seeing others Ts together, they decide it is no time for hostility. They realise there is some serious issue under consideration and debate and, thus, behave seriously.  

T 20 summons courage and asks, “Chhiter Bhaiya, we have not seen any animal stronger than us. Have you seen SARS?”

By now Ramu, another forester, has also joined the discussion. He has been following the issue a little more closely. He explains to Ts, “Listen, this animal is very small. It cannot be seen by eyes. It’s an invisible dragon.”

All Ts have a hearty laugh. “Thanks for your joke, Ramu Bhaiya.”

On a serious note, Ts are curious. They are amazed that some small animal can kill men. They wonder how this is possible. They further explore and request Ramu for more information on SARS, ‘how big canine, how sharp nails, what speed…’

Ramu is not clear on details but he is good with What’s App on his mobile and read out from a post, ‘A positive-sense single-stranded RNA virus (or (+)ssRNA virus) is a virus that uses positive sense single stranded RNA as its genetic material. The positive-sense viral RNA genome can serve as messenger RNA and can be translated into protein in the host cell.’ Ramu puts his mobile back in his pocket and pretends as a genius. He adds, “You know protein, it is very powerful. It is useful in making muscles, six packs etc. My son also takes it.”

This information is leading nobody anywhere. In the meanwhile, T 35 and T 56 have arrived from Lahapur. They are tired but are happy to be able to take part in the great discussion.

In the meanwhile, a horn blows loud. Chhiter runs fast and opens the massive gate of the Park. “Namaskar, Hukum.” (“Good Morning, Boss”) is Manoj boss. He looks like a hero of 60s movies – Stocky built, balding head hidden under the hat, lines below the eyes hidden under shades, tummy is hidden below the steering wheel…

Arre Chhoro, ye kaya mazma lga rakha hai?’, Manoj pretends furious.  “Or ye gadhe yanhaan kaya kar rahe hain? (“Hai Boys, why are you crowding?” Manoj Pretends furious. “What are these asses doing here?”) Manoj is not pleased with crowd of Ts around.

He shouts at them, “Fools go away. You do not know, that one tiger has died in Amrica of Covid! This SARS is killing animals also. It may attack you also. We are worried about you guys. You are not even maintaining social distancing. If anybody sees, I would loose my job!”

Arre Chhiter, Ramu, Ghansham, Pappu… sab idher aao. Arre Bharat Sarkar ka nirdesh aaya hai. Hame apne Baghon ko monitor karna padega.  Dekhna hoga ki kisi ko Covid to nahi hai.” (“Hai Chhiter, Ghansham, Pappu… all come here. Hai, Government of India has issued an order. We will have to monitor our tigers. We will have to see, none has Covid.”)

All are wonderstruck. Is the boss joking? Is he teasing them? Finally, Chhiter collects his wits (he has been able to take some liberty with Manoj) and requests, “Hukum, Ya to NTCA Sahab ko boola lo, ya aap dikha do ki jungli Baghon ka Covid kayse confirm karna hai…” (Boss, either call boss from National Tiger Conservation Authority or you train / show us how to confirm Covid in tigers…”)

Manoj is nervous and wriggles out, “Thik hai, dekhte hain, dekhte hain, Chalo, Chai banao, Jogi Mahal pe bathte hain…” (“OK, I will see, I will see. Go make tea. We are relax at Jogi Mahal.”)


Pushp Jain





Disclaimer : All the characters, names and locations in this article are fictitious. Any resembles may be a matter of coincidence and not a reflection on any animal or person or location.

Fear and More Fear – Man, You are Screwed

SARS-CoV-2 from PIXABAY as in the Print

SARS-CoV-2 Illustration by Pixabay (taken from The Print)


I have been avoiding writing in my blog about the present monster, which has cowed down even the mightiest! In my first post on the subject on Facebook, I have written,

Covid 19!

Ya, a new wild creature!!

What’s new?

Sher Kay Puttaro Ka Bhi Payshab Nikal Gaya. Chhupna Pad Raha Hai! (Even the people who used to call themselves son of lion are nervously pissing in their pants. They have to hide now.)
Ya, nature is taking revenge –

Tum eke maronge, MAIN SO MAROONGI!

(If you destroy one of us, we will destroy 100s of you.)

I have been reading in ‘What’s App’ and other social media postings, visual media, newspapers and online several horrifying, alerting, conflicting and confusing things about Corona.  I have been avoiding sharing of any Corona related rumour, true, false, made-up or blame-game stories, half-baked research, etc. What has made me take more interest in the whole issue is the animal angle to the development.

Restrictions have happened so suddenly that I too accepted lockdown like a faithful Indian. I have taken this as national duty. As days pass, I start thinking. What’s what? To begin with, I thought, COVID 19 virus must be a micro-organism. Somebody said, ‘it is a protein’! I have not been able to believe that some protein can do such havoc! My son takes spoonful of it daily after workouts! I decide, let me learn my COVID alphabets.

To begin with, to me, Corona sounds like Hindi word, Karona (Do something!). But I discover this name is not any Tom’s fancy. There have been whole lot of scientific deliberation and thought in finalising the name. It is like naming a new born baby in India. First thing most parents, rather grandparents do is to consult a pundit and get the child’s Janampatri made. The pundit will suggest a name as per the stars in the Janampatri, like Lachhu, Ram, Shiv, Takhat, Rotu or Guddiya, Rani, Sita, Durga… Over the period of time, people started rebelling against this culture and in the bargain got a concession i.e. some flexibility in naming a child. Pundit tells them the first key letter of the name and one can find a name of their liking with that first letter.

In the case of Coronavirus (and for that matter any new virus), World Health Organisation (WHO) is the grandparent and the pundit is International Committee on Taxonomy of Viruses (ICTV). I am quoting WHO here – ‘ICTV announced “severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2)” as the name of the new virus on 11 February 2020.  This name was chosen because the virus is genetically related to the coronavirus responsible for the SARS outbreak of 2003.  While related, the two viruses are different.’ WHO announced “COVID-19” as name of the new disease.[1]

I read lot of articles, but it is not clear whether the virus is an organism or merely a protein. There is tons of material on COVID, but nothing in simple words on what SARS-CoV-2 is?

I generally avoid using Wiki quote, but here I find that it has used several important sources to define the virus as ‘A positive-sense single-stranded RNA virus (or (+)ssRNA virus) is a virus that uses positive sense single stranded RNA as its genetic material. The positive-sense viral RNA genome can serve as messenger RNA and can be translated into protein in the host cell. Positive-sense RNA viruses account for a large fraction of known viruses, including many pathogens such as the hepacivirus C, West Nile virus, dengue virus, SARS and MERS coronaviruses, and SARS-CoV-2  as well as less clinically serious pathogens such as the rhinoviruses that cause the common cold.’[2]

I am sorry this cannot be called simple. But in the process, I learn that a disease as common as common cold is caused by Rhino Virus. Am I reading it correctly, RHINO?

And generally, to know more about viruses, one good source I find is Microbiology Society website.  It tells us, “Viruses are the smallest of all the microbes. They are said to be so small that 500 million rhinoviruses could fit on to the head of a pin. They are unique because they are only alive and able to multiply inside the cells of other living things. The cell they multiply in is called the host cell. A virus is made up of a core of genetic material, either DNA or RNA, surrounded by a protective coat called a capsid which is made up of protein. Sometimes the capsid is surrounded by an additional spikey coat called the envelope. Viruses are capable of latching onto host cells and getting inside them.”[3]

In the beginning, there have been stories on social media, suggesting bats as culprit for spread of Covid 19. I foolishly brush aside such stories, thinking, “what nonsense, people have got used to blaming animals for all viruses, Bird Flu, Swine Flu, Dengue…”

But it seems I am wrong. A Wiki articles outlines, “It is believed to have zoonotic origins and has close genetic similarity to bat coronaviruses, suggesting it emerged from a bat-borne virus. An intermediate animal reservoir such as a pangolin is also thought to be involved in its introduction to humans.”[4]

According to a related institution (ECDC) of European Union, ‘Coronaviruses are viruses that circulate among animals with some of them also known to infect humans. Bats are considered natural hosts of these viruses yet several other species of animals are also known to act as sources. For instance, Middle East Respiratory Syndrome Coronavirus (MERS-CoV) is transmitted to humans from camels, and Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome Coronavirus-1 (SARS-CoV-1) is transmitted to humans from civet cats.’[5]

I am wondering would there be any taker in India for bat, rat, cat… I have my doubts. Even the hard core non-vegs would be repelled. But I know for sure, Chinese can take it all. They can go to the extent of drinking ‘Tiger Penis Soup’! This is not a joke. I am saying this in all seriousness.

I vividly remember. It is twenty years of Project Tiger in 1992. India is holding an international conference on tigers. I have been closely associated with the Project Tiger in preparing related books and booklets and participating in the conference. During an international participants’ session, one Chinese delegate makes a presentation and described his community as “we eat everything on four legs except chair and table!” How true. They eat pangolin (OMG)! It’s not easy to see pangolin in forest.  Even, I have seen only twice in my whole life.

I really do not know, whom to blame. But I am not happy saying, ‘Thik Hai’. It is now twenty April of twenty twenty. It has been pretty long, close to a month, being struck at home! I have been talking to acquaintances, relatives and friends. Only common thing I notice in all of them is fear and more fear. What I make out, it seems some people are trying to miss a breath or two, fearing Corona may not enter. Log Jite Ji Mar Rahen Hain (People are dying alive!)

Many of us live in gated societies. There are no outsiders allowed. Lanes and parks are empty. I raise this question, with many, ‘what’s the harm in taking a walk with all the prescribed precautions e.g. sanitiser, face mask, social distancing…?’ People murmur, rules, indiscipline, safety…. I say, ‘Tel lene gaiya’ (hell with all that).

One of my cousins lives in the same society where I live. His house is less than 100m away. They have been virtually unexposed for about a month and so we have been. I suggest to him we can all meet, and drink and dine together. He is shocked, ‘No way’. I try to reason with him. I tell him we have more dangerous (if you want to call it so, though I do not) social interaction happening day in and day out – grocery, vegetable and milk shopping. Nothing doing, ‘Safety first’, my cousin insists.

I am sure relationships must be at stake. Are boy and girl friends just doing flying kisses?  Are husband and wife sleeping on twin beds instead of double bed? Are neighbours fighting maintaining two metre unsocial distance? Are politicians confused, ‘should I curse Modi or praise him?’

All said and done, Chhua Chhat hamare desh main unofficially chalta hai. Magar ab sub official hai. Or had to yah ho gai ki, log maid ya sweeper ko chhuna to kaya dekhna bhi nahi chaha rahain hain. Hai Bhagwan, ye kaya kar dala. Hai bhagwan, or kaya dikhayega. Lagta hai, Corona kay dar say hi mar dalega. (Untouchability has been practised in India unofficially. But now this is all official. What to say of touching a maid or sweeper, people even do not want to see them. Hai, God, what have you done. Hai, God, what more will you do. Seems, you will kill many with fear of Corona.)

Pushp Jain

(PS: I have presented here brief findings, with sources. I am concerned that facts should be facts, without any colour, in all seriousness.)






Great Lake & Great Birds

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It is close to 11 am. February weather is just pleasant. We park our car at one side of the Great Ana Sagar lake of Ajmer, in Rajasthan. This part of lake side is known at Chowpaaty. Chowpaaty is, these days, synonymous with line-up of scores of vendors of fast food. Probably the vendors come in the afternoon, when the crowd visits the lake  – I can see the road side and part of the pathway is oily, and surrounding show signs of being used to place dishes.

Access to pathway is about 50 metres from where we park, and first thing, even before the Ana Sagar, we come face to face is a massive signage ‘I❤AJMER’. Ek photo to banta hai.

Yes, Ana Sagar is huge. I have seen a similar lake in Indore few months back. In fact, many towns have such lakes. A random thought come to my mind – the Sagar may be a century old? Later I learn, this is a historical site, not 1 but almost 9 century old – It has been ‘built by Arnoraja (alias Ana), the grandfather of Prithviraj Chauhan, in 1135 -1150 AD. Baradaris (pavilions) were built by Shahjahan in 1637 and later Daulat Bagh Gardens by Jehangir.’

Our main reason of coming here has been to see some interesting bird species and large flocks. We see some coots and gulls swimming around.

Coots are common and the species is also called Common Coot (Fulica atra). I remember, for your information in case you do not know, Coots are peculiar in some ways – it does not hide away and can be seen easily; Coots attack their own hatchlings as they are too many (up to 9) and they are unable to feed all! Another thing of interest is that Coot has a white shield-like conspicuous mark on forehead, which in the specimen here, is continuation of same white colour beak. This featherless shield has given rise to the saying ‘as bald as a coot’!

Gulls too wherever found are common and easily seen. They do not mind being fed by human beings and in some areas they would even steal from man. In Mumbai, including at the Gateway of India, morning walkers and tourists feed them. An odd tourist may even dare to pick the bird and take selfie!

I find it difficult to make out the species – Black-headed Gull (Larus ridibundus) or  Brown-headed Gull  (Larus brunnicephalus)? These are the ones commonly found. These cannot be some uncommon species e.g. Common Gull (Mew) Gull, Yellow Legged Gull, Sooty Gull…

The problem is that adults of both in winter are ‘superficially similar when at rest, with pale grey upper parts, dark primaries, a red bill with a dark tip of variable size, and dusky markings on the ear coverts and to a varying extent around and over the eye.’  One may think it will be easier to identify the bird with brown or black hood but the fact is that even the black headed gull has actually dark brown hood’!

Later at home, I go through literature and my photos and zero in on Black Headed Gull – Lesser grey, darker eyes, less stout bill (in comparison to Brown Headed Gull).

I look around to find other interesting things about the place. There is haze over and around the lake – it can be pollution! There is a featureless island in the middle of the lake. There are some boats sailing. There are scattered Aravalli hills and hillocks. I can see outside the lake there are layers and layers of houses and markets even though the lake is supposed to be on the outskirts of Ajmer. There are people and people. There are vehicles and vehicles. Lake water seems dirty.

Nothing looks really beautiful, natural, attractive or extraordinary. It has been only 15-20 minutes and we decide to leave. But we cannot. Our car says, ‘Nothing doing, you have parked me at chowpaaty and I will not leave without some snacks.’ Jokes apart, it is just not starting. We arrange for a mechanic who takes the car to a service station and we spend two hours at the workshop instead of site seeing!

We start back around 2.00 in the afternoon. Our next destination is Pushkar, just 20-25 odd kilometres from here. Oh my god, we are passing by Ana Sagar,   ‘I❤AJMER’, chowpaaty and all that again. I feel like closing my eyes.

But it turns out the other way. As we take a turn around the lake on the road towards Pushkar, the area is much more peaceful, the lakeside has been beautified with rows of green belts and plants. Suitable walkway along with ample sitting arrangement can be seen.

“Hey Sunayan Bhai, stop! What a sight!” I shout. There are scores of pelicans on two artificial mounds and an immersed small building, and several birds swimming and perched here and there – pond heron, grey heron, large egret, black headed gull, white-breasted kingfisher…

Pelicans are so conspicuous that you are bound to notice – massive white birds with huge beak and very very conspicuous gular pouch fluttering in the wind.  Off hand, I get the impression, ‘this is Rosy Pelican’. I take photographs, I make some mental notes. It has pinkish face and legs, enormous pink and yellow bill, and a dull pale-yellow gular pouch. Plumage is largely white. I make sure the identification is correct. What I did not know that this species is mainly called Great White Pelican.

Though anybody can see Great Pelican is a large bird which also flies but you will be amazed to read the measurements – 1.4 m to 1.8 m (55 to 71 in) in length with a 0.29 m to 0.47 m (11.4 to 18.5 in) beak. The wingspan measures 2.26 m to 3.6 m (7.41 to 11.81 ft) and weight 10–11 kg (22–24 lb).

To add to this, the mounds are shared with contrasting black birds i.e. cormorants.

Later, consulting literature with photos and my notes, I find that this one too is great, Great Cormorant (Phalacrocorax carbo). Incidentally, here there has been no problem in identifying the species. Most of the cormorants are in breeding plumage i.e. ‘black plumage with metallic blue-green sheen; white facial skin and throat; bright yellow gular pouch and white thigh patches; silky white plumes on head and neck.’ I am able to clearly identify several, one year olds – dull brown above, white below.

Oh, what’s that! There are two pelicans swimming a little further which seem larger than any bird around. I need to take head on shots. I move a little away from the pool, so that not directly visible to the birds and I run to be on their side to take a head on shot. I am partially successful. I can make out it is different. Later, I can clearly identify, it is the largest pelican on earth – Dalmatian Pelican (Pelecanus crispus). There can be confusion with Great White Pelican but a closer look tells the difference besides the size – the beak is grey-black with bright orange gular pouch and greyish legs. The feather on head and neck are curled.  What I have been watching is, in fact, ‘the largest freshwater bird in the world’, wonderful, great.

Finally, Ana Sagar cheers me. I do say, “Ana tussi great ho.”


Where have all the females gone?

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I am in Sawai Madhopur for a two days personal visit to meet some old friends (3-5 February 2020). Visit to Ranthambhore Tiger Reserve is not on the agenda! Strange? There is a reason. I do not want to spoil my fantastic memories of 1980s and 90s with some shoddy ride in tourists clustered vehicle with n-number of restrictions and boundations. Ranthambhore those days used to be virtually my home. I had a free and full access of the wonder land, including on foot!

I vividly remember that on our first visit to Ranthambhore, we stayed at Jhoomar Baori. Yes, the name sounds exotic, and in fact the place is exotic. Jhoomar Baori has been the hunting lodge of the erstwhile Jaipur State, strategically located atop a hill and surrounded on all sides with good forest. Rajasthan Tourism Development Corporation (RTDC), a government agency, has restored the place and developed it into a small hotel.

I tell my friend and host, Lokendra Jain, “let us visit Jhoomar Baori.” I tell him I just want to relive my old memories when I visited the place, 35 years ago in 1984. Lokendra is awe struck when I tell him “we were the first guest on the first day of the Lodge starting as a resort!” Probably, after the maharajas, we were the first to grace the place.

I remember, the manager of the place turned out to be an acquaintance from another RTDC hotel, Tiger Den, at Sariska. There were no other guests. Tables were moved and laid on terrace. Full moon, cool breeze, forest around added to the whole experience. It turned into a grand party. It was wining and dining whole night; singing and dancing; ramp walk by friends on massive thick walls of the hunting lodge! I can say one of those memorable evenings, rather nights, when you let your spirits take wings and you soar and soar…

And today, Lokendra is driving me to the same Jhoomar Baori. As we drive from Sawai Madhopur on the Ranthambhore Road, there is a rather awkward right turn at a point where road is taking a left turn! This is entry point of the area of the lodge.

To my surprise, the area is better forested, undisturbed, and teaming with wildlife, in comparison to what it was 35 years ago. There are spotted deer, spotted deer and more spotted deer. May be 100 plus. There are some nilgais as well, may be score of them. To add to the list, there are few sambars also. Lokendra tells me that leopard is occasionally sighted here in night. Quite natural, in view of the fact that the area is teaming with wild animals. I am sure, once in a while, tiger must also be exploring the area, as we all know, wildlife doesn’t know of any boundary. This is all wonderful. To add to this, the animals are not scarred of our presence. They go about their business of eating, playing, fighting in normal course. I ask Lokendra to drive slow and stop at several places. It’s a grand photo opportunity. We see many spotted deer stags with wonderful antlers, some of them have them in velvet (Stags annually drop antlers and grow new ones. In the growing stage, the antlers are covered with skin (called velvet) which later peels off.)

This seems like about one to one and half km drive with forest on both sides of the kuchcha road. We can see, Jhoomar Baori, painted red (gerua), nestling high up there, and contrasting with dense grey forest. It’s about 200-300 m steep road which brings us to the gate of Jhoomar Baori. Ahha!

It’s more imposing than the image in my mind. There is little action around. One family is checking-in. Another vehicle is parked. Lokendra tells me, “Jhoomar Baori is not doing well, as is the situation with all government outfits. There are issues of staff and maintenance. There is more red tape than hospitality.”

Lokendra is keen to see the record of my first visit! He requests the manager to show us the first guest resister of the lodge. It is highly disappointing to know that they keep the record of only four years here and rest goes to head office. He mercilessly adds that these days, old records are destroyed as there is space constraint! Frankly, I too have been keen to see my name as a first entry in the first resister. I have been even mentally preparing myself to take mobile shot of the register entry. We just take few shots the lodge, and leave.

While returning, I suddenly realise, a peculiarity with spotted deer here – they seem all male. Did we miss the female? I discuss this with Lokendra and he agrees. Thus, on our return we make a very conscious effort to check every spotted deer we can see. Strangely, we do not come across even a single female! Even some young ones around, have few inches of antler spikes visible. It is common, that stags separate out while in velvet, but one can see females around with off springs. We try and try but no female. This is rather peculiar. Maybe we are missing something. But I always say, nature’s ways are mysterious. We do not understand even tip of the iceberg. I sometimes wonder at all the claims our wildlife biologists and ecologists make with their limited observations or studies in neatly written papers!




Birds in Paradise


During 1980s and 90s, Keoladeo has been my regular haunt. Foresters, Suraj                      Ziddi and Daulat Singh, my friends used to be there. It used to be so soothing to be in a wilderness, which was unique in all respect – World Heritage Site, National Park, birding heaven… It was so relaxing and cheerful those days – cycling, boating, preparing list of birds sighted, boozing…

It was 1989, when during a visit I met Sunayan Sharma, Assistant Conservator of Forest (ACF) and Research Officer. I noticed he has been keenly involved in bird watching and photography. He was head strong. He was dedicated to forest and wildlife. Soon, we struck acquaintance. With association during next few visits, we became family friends.

Sunayan has been an old school forester, dressing like a forester (wearing felt hat), talking like a forester (wildlife storytelling), and working like a forester (order is order), boozing like a forester (enjoy every bit). He has been bold and dedicated. He has been one, who would visit forest daily, without fail. He loved photography. I remember, once to photograph Sarus Cranes at nest, he got a hide built in the lake itself and used to spend hours cramped in small space. I am sure he had seen Keoladeo so closely, as few might have done.


Keoladeo National Park

Later, he had second spell in 2006-08, which was much more challenging. First, he became the Director of the Park i.e. he was responsible for the entire show.  Secondly, over the years, protection and conservation had become more and more difficult. Thirdly, Keoladeo is a network of artificial lakes and need water to flow into them from Ajan Dam, which the farmers and their political bosses resented and managed to stop it altogether. Fourth, the Park, from the grasslands, swamps, and woodland was being encroached by Vilayati Babul (Prosopis juliflora) all over.

By 2006, the Park was completely devastated – dry lakes, weeds all over.  Keoladeo was on the verge of losing World Heritage status.

Sunayan is a man, who cannot sit back or take things lying down. He went all across to meet engineers, experts, funders and politicians to develop and initiate a scheme for bringing water to the Park. He ultimately succeeded and now water is not a major issue.

Taking advantage of his deep knowledge about the drainage system of Bharatpur and adjacent flood plains, he developed a scheme to tap the Govardhan drain, carrying lot of flood water from the plains of Bharatpur and adjacent areas of Uttar Pradesh and Haryana. Today, the canal built to bring this water to the Park is the lifeline of Keoladeo.

He developed a unique system of removing the Babul from the Park. This was in collaboration with the villagers living on the periphery of the Park. They were temporarily allotted small plots of forest to dig out the trees and wood was theirs. Only condition was that they have to remove it completely including the root stock. Initially, with lot of persuasion only 4 members of a family joined the operation but gradually the programme took off. In few months, it was adopted by all the 15 villages located on the periphery of the Park. This was win-win situation for both – Park as well as people. Park got back its grasslands, clear waters and original stands of sacred Kadamba trees in several places and people got wood. About 10 sq. km. area of the Park was recovered in about one and a half years. With the sale of harvested wood, hundreds of families could build houses, marry daughters and buy more resources.

This was not as simple as it sounds. First of all many of his colleagues discouraged him in doing so. They pointed out he is rubbing the law on wrong side. Secondly, Bharatpur is a typical town with complex political atmosphere. With great tact, he managed to take different leaders along. Furthermore, he maintained fairness and transparency in dealing with all villagers so that there was no antagonism or fights.

Sunayan retired in 2010. Nevertheless, he remains a forester to the core. He has written a book on Sariska sharing his first hand experiences and learning.  Sunayan and me visited Keoladeo in September 2017 and spent leisurely two nights. I suggested to him that he should share his unique experiences of Keolodeo also with larger audience i.e. he should write a book. We briefly discussed the outline.


Bholu, Pushp & Sunayan (Left to right, during 2017 visit)

And here it is. ‘Keoladeo National Park, Bharatpur – Birds in Paradise’ has been published recently by a leading book publisher, Niyogi Books in New Delhi. I am sure this would be certainly of interest for any bird watcher and would be an asset on   bookshelf.


One Lakh Years of History on the Rocks

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We are driving from Bhopal to Bori in Madhya Pradesh on 30th of this October. On the way, my host, a forester friend, Shashi asks me, “would I like to see some caves, rock shelters and ancient rock paintings?’ I say, “Yes, I will love it.” In no case, I want to miss any of these hidden treasures.

And it’s not far. Just a little off our route. The place is called Bhimbetka and lies just 45 km from Bhopal in the adjacent Raisen district. As we get off the highway, I can see area is hilly and forested. Shashi tells me, “These are Vindhyan Hills. Interestingly, we are in Ratapani Wildlife Sanctuary.”

Frankly, I knew nothing about Bhimbetka Shashi has been talking about, but the very first look blows me out of my wits. OMG, OMG, OMG… It’s massive, out of the world and unique. It’s ‘World Heritage Site’, and only one of this kind. I read the Archaeological Survey of India (ASI) Signage – ‘The site remained a centre of human activity right from lower Palaeolithic times up to medieval period’! Unbelievable.

The caves are actually rock shelters. This is not some normal stuff or tit-bit tourist destination. The first line of introductory signage of ASI makes you say ‘wow’. It’s not one, two, three, four, five but ‘750 rock shelters in seven hills in around 10 square kilometre area’.  Wow again.

I and Shashi know that our knees are good enough for few of them only. Luckily, about a dozen of them we see, we get good feel and hint of what all is here. I am of course, wonderstruck.

The first one is a massive rock protruding over, and providing shelter to few plane rocks, may be 30 square metre area. There is model displayed under the rock of a family busy in different cores.

Next to this is a massive rock shelter, with large entrance and towering top. This is interestingly called ‘Auditorium’.  Hindi word mentions this as ‘Sabha Grah’ i.e. Assembly Hall. As we walk through, we can see ages old nature’s wonder in the naturally carved rocks and man’s wonder in the shape of ‘cup-marks’ made on the rock surface. These cup-marks have been dated to one lakh years old! ‘How many generations would that be’, I wonder. A lay man cannot appreciate the importance of these cup marks. According to ASI, ‘this pushes back the date of the cognitive development of man at Bhimbetka to many thousands of years earlier than that of similar sites in various parts of the world. Making it one the earliest cradles of cognitive human evolution.’

Most of the rock shelters have ancient paintings. There are largely depiction of man and animals and tools. These are, of course, with theme e.g. family life, festive life i.e. music and dancing, forest, hunting, warfare…

At places, we have to step back to avoid disturbing the scene. Here and there, we find young couples, hidden in nukes and corners, real people, sheltering in these rock shelters to live some romantic moments similar to those the stone-age man lived.


She lands in my lap

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We are driving to Churna Forest Rest House (in Satpura Tiger Reserve, Madhya Pradesh, last month). My forester friend, Shashi and our host, Shib, talk of possibility of sighting a Giant Squirrel. I have read about it. In fact, STR logo carries the outline drawing of the Giant. I tell them, “I would love to see it.” In fact, I am excited. I have not seen this earlier.

As we arrive, after protocol salutes for senior officials, we are seated at a nice spot in the lawn, in front of the FRH. Soon, the table is laid and tea is served. It’s high tea in view of presence of senior foresters. It includes nuts, biscuits, sweets, fruits…

As soon as the fruit plate arrives, we are joined by an unexpected guest. And of all the possible guests, it has been least expected – Giant Squirrel!

It has been keeping a watch on us, from an adjacent tree, arrives behind us with stealth. It seems, it is unable to get a clear view of how the table is laid and how to target the favourite stuff. It leaps and lands in my lap to get a clear view of the table! I am taken aback and so are others. Nevertheless, I keep still. In no time, the squirrel grabs a piece of apple and dashes off.

The local forest guard in attendance tells us that this particular Giant has learned the art of getting /stealing food from visitors. It has become bold to pick the stuff from plate and has no fear of man.

There it is, feeding on the apple, sticking to the truck of the tree next to us, in typical squirrel style – upside down. The tail and hind legs provide grip while it holds the apple piece in between front legs. Oh! Interesting – it removes the peel before eating the apple. Does it know that these days apples are covered with insecticide, pesticide and a layer of wax.

We are able to look at the Giant close enough to count moustache hair, take number of photos. Shashi even takes my photo watching the Giant at close quarters.

After finishing the apple, it is ‘dil mange more’. The Giant returns back to the table but by now only biscuits and empty cups are left. It is disappointed.  A friend offers biscuit but it just ignores.

It is angry. It notices a kitten feeding on a biscuit behind us. The Giant gives the kitten a bite stiff enough for it to make sharp and shrill cry.

Local forest guard shows us two more giants in nearby trees but they are barely visible –feeding up in the trees. Giants actually love big trees and remain in upper canopy, rarely coming to ground. He also shows a giant’s home in the foliage – some tender leaves have been laid into a circular bed.

I notice, the friendly Giant is indifferent to us, and sharply looking at two new visitors. It notices a bag of eatables. It runs to them and immediately attracts attention. The story of grabbing a fruit goes on.



Post Script

Indian Giant Squirrel is endemic to India. Its distribution is in the Western Ghats, the Eastern Ghats and the Satpura Range, as far north as Madhya Pradesh. It is one of the largest squirrels. It is dramatically coloured involving creamy-beige, buff, tan, rust, reddish-maroon, brown and black. There are some variations among the subspecies of which, ten have been described. The one mentioned in the blog is Ratufa indica centralis.

An Emerald in Middle of Aravalli Forest

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I start from Delhi at 5 in the morning. Take a train to Jaipur and arrive at my friend, Sunayan Bhai’s home around noon. (Incidentally, Sunayan is a retired forester and has been director of Sariska Tiger Reserve.)  We take quick lunch, and in an hour, hit the road. The road is wonderful. Sunayan’s SUV is wonderful. Age old friend’s company is wonderful.  Vodka is wonderful…

We are driving in the South-Western part of Rajasthan. The weather is not harsh. We by-pass the important city, Ajmer, and drive another 100 km to reach our destination, Raoli Forest Rest House (FRH) around 5 in the evening. The very sight of a Baradari at one corner of the sprawling lawn of the Rest House is mesmerizing. Soft evening sunlight is making it further conspicuous.

I no more feel that it has been a long day. I no more feel tired. We do not enter the rest house and head straight to Baradari. Our friend and host, Dashrath Rathore, Raoli Forest Range Officer, has already anticipated it.  Four Mudhas (local chairs) and a table are already in place. They seem to be inviting us.

FRH ground is some 40-50 metre above the other features in the valley. It’s a picture perfect composition. We are overlooking a huge, almost circular talab or lake. The crystal clear water, and reflection of snow white clouds and clear blue sky, and hills and hillocks in the surrounding, holds my attention for several minutes to begin with. Dashrath tells us that this is called Barwahna Talab (i.e. 12th Lake). The name is true to truth – there are 11 lakes above this lake! A local stream has been dammed to store water at appropriate places from the origin in the hills above. In fact, right below us is the dam wall of the Barwahna Talab and the water is flowing down in the stream. The interesting feature of the dam I notice is a circular drain of about two feet diameter for draining extra water before the dam wall – this relaxes the pressure of water on the wall! Right opposite us, in the north are some white buildings amid all green surrounding forest. Dashrath tells us. “This is an Ashram (abode for saints and the like).” This is interesting and makes a good picture since the white painted building in all green environment breaks the monotony.

In the east, the Sun is slowly going down. The stream is zigzagging in the middle of valley. I do not know, if this will reach terwahna talab (13th lake)! I am not interested in facts and figures right away. The colour of the sky is changing every minute until it is painted in heavenly hues – gold, yellow, orange, red, maroon… I am lost. Friends are sitting around and talking. I am beyond the conversation. I take few pictures from my iphone – yes, it gives pictures in low light and good ones at that. At least, one can record the scene and share. Most appropriate line of a Hindi song comes to my mind – Ye Kon Chitrakar Hai (Who is this painter?)

Soon, it is night. Soon, it is time to party. Soon, it is time to cheers. Some other friends and officials too have joined the party including the Assistant Conservator of Forests, Mangal Singh. It is mostly exchange of notes, chitchat and gossip. In between, I raise a simple question – How is this rest house named Raoli?

Nobody has a clue. I try to guide them – Is it the name of some village around? Is it the name of some temple around? Is it the name of some famous local deity? Is it the name of some famous local person?  Is it the name of some famous local ruler? Nothing emerges. The foresters are embarrassed since they are unable address a simple question related to their area. To ease out the tense environment, I also start thinking aloud, and I think I come up with the right answer. The forests are all Aravalli hills. The name Aravalli has been shortened and in local pronunciation it has become Raoli over a period of time.

In middle of all the hu-ha and cheers, Mangal tells me, “FRH Visitors’ Register is a very important document of wildlife history of the forests around.” Oh! That’s interesting.

I wake up early and get ready by 7. The Register is on my mind. I get hold of this and read through the pages. The browning and crumbling pages have been laminated and re-bound together. I do take photos of some important pages of the Register. The period recorded is 1932 to 2000 – ¾ quarters of 20th century!

The greatest surprise that emerges is that the forests have been inhabited by tigers and also crocodiles once upon a time. The Register reveals gory pictures of the time gone by! The main villain emerges is one Kunwar Keshav Sen of Kharwa. Every year or two, there is entry by him, proudly claiming killing of tigers. He has killer many tigers in the area. There is one unbelievable entry by him in 1953, “Was very lucky to shoot two tigers in one shot. Killing them both stone dead on the spot with a ‘470 soft nose bullet’ – A very rare occurrence.” His last entry in the Register of tiger shoot is of 1955 proclaiming, “Shot a tiger in Satukhera Block with 470 H.V. –  9 feet 2 inches.” Seems like, he has been ready with gun as soon as he came to know of a tiger in these forests. It seems, he ensure no tiger survives here. Presently, there is no tiger here.

Finally, on the lighter side, the Register records an entry by a forester, ‘I have broken a plate. I would replace this’!


Post Script : Raoli FRH is one of the FRHs in Todgarh-Raoli Wildlife Sanctuary. The Sanctuary lies off Delhi-Udaipur National Highway No. 8, in middle of the Aravalli Hill Range, and spreads over Ajmer, Pali and Rajsamand districts of the Rajasthan State of India.


Pushp Jain

Subji Bazar in Making

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Bholu calls Sunayan Bhai. He informs, “There is not a drop of water in the pools! Openbills have arrived but have not started nest building. There is no sign of rain. If it does not rain in two-three days, they may leave.” All in all, he is suggesting no use visiting Bharatpur bird sanctuary.

Incidentally, any keen bird watcher, at least in India would know Bholu. He has spent his whole life watching birds in Bharatpur and is a knowledge bank on avian. Sunayan has been involved in research in one spell of his posting here in 1990s and in another spell as manager in 2000s.

Sunayan Bhai calls me to tell about the futility of visiting Bharatpur in absence of water. I check the weather forecast. There are indications of rains three days later than our planned dates. So we postpone the visit for three days.

I am mentally prepared and sure that we will meet the arrival of monsoon and the visit is going to be unique. Delhi to Bharatpur is short train journey of about 170 km, taking three hours. All signs are positive. It starts raining at Delhi railway station itself and throughout the journey, either it is overcast or raining and so it is, at Bharatpur station! What luck! Weather gods are with us.

Luckily, Sunayan Bhai has been driving from Jaipur and has timed the arrival at Bharatpur as my arrival time here. Thanks to Sunayan Bhai, has he been not at Station, it would have been very difficult to get transport to Ghana, as the forest of Bharatpur Bird Sanctuary, i.e. Keoladeo Nation Park is called, as the whole city is water logged. It’s raining almost continuously.

It’s heavenly scene at Shanti Kutir, the Forest Rest House – peaceful, serene, tranquil…

So our decision turns out right. It has been raining heavily since last night. Some water has collected in pools, ponds and lakes in the Park. It’s lush green all around. Everything – herbs, shrubs, trees, animals, birds, people – all are happy and cheerful.

Next morning we go inside the Park. Incidentally, many wildlifers wouldn’t know that Bharatpur is important birding area in monsoon as well. People know this largely as migratory bird abode. Migratory birds come around autumn and leave before summer.

During monsoon, Keoladeo comes alive with formation of heronries in several parts of the Park. Locations are generally groups of scores of trees partially submerged, in middle of ponds and lakes. Its ‘n’ number of species of herons, egrets, cormorants, storks crowding in thousands of nests – some pure colonies and some mixed.

Right from nest building, mating, egg laying, chick emerging to grown babies ultimately flying away, it is all the time action packed with movement of the birds, foraging,  food collection, noise of chicks pressing parents for food, defending nest and chicks… One is never tired of watching something new happening all the time – never a dull moment.

Today is just the beginning of the heronry formation. And the first species to start is the Asian Openbill Stork (Anastomus oscitans). At two sites, we could see four trees taken up by more than 200-250 birds for nesting. In fact, some are repairing the old nests – discarding or adding twigs. Bholu tells me, Openbill is always the first one to start heronry and they prefer pure colonies.

This is first time I am watching Openbill closely. I realise two things – it’s a beautify bird with pure white body and black tail with reddish pink long legs but its bill (on which it is named) looks like a deformity! Reading literature makes it clear that this deformity like structure has evolved over a very long period of time because of the food habit of the bird – it eats snails and like stuff and the gap in centre of upper and lower mandible allows it to be able to crack the shells and enjoy the food!

All the time several birds are flying away, several are arriving with twigs for nest while some pairs are busy in love making and some are actually mating. Some are busy in aerial displays to impress or attract a mate. They seem to be happy lot. Some of these are wading through swallow waters of the pond for food. The wing span reveals its large bird. Number of nests on each tree is large. It is indeed crowded. But this number also provides security from predators and raiders.

The signal about monsoon arrival and beginning of nesting season has gone down faster than satellite phone. Already some Darter and Cormorant are exploring vacant trees adjacent to Openbill nest trees. Bholu tells, soon it would be like a subji bazar. For those who do not know, subji bazar i.e. vegetable market is known to be most unorganised, crowded and noisy place in India!