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I was looking through the window of my new home in Bangalore when I saw a couple of construction workers at a building site, that is soon to come up in my neighbourhood. These men were at their mundane routine, checking slabs to see if they are in place for the concrete to stand, hammering down nails which will keep these scaffoldings in place for the next 30 days to come, where another bunch will be pouring ash coloured contents into holes to fill them up, so that someday, under this very roof some rich occupant can lead a life of luxury, in his living room which in turn will be decorated by an interior designer duly appointed by the builder who visits the site once a day in his maroon Mercedes S class which is often parked next to a brick pile. It is here, for a mere sixty bucks a day that a lady with a makeshift head cushion picks up a heavy load of bricks and carries it all the way to the fourth floor enduring steep, hard , concrete slopes which will soon turn into steps gladded with expensive ceramic tiles to please the resident's feet which will almost always prefer the elevator.
Whew! that was a lot of people in their respective social roles and I am just this guy looking out of his window. Now how insignificant is that? I should have been the guy hammering nails in the seasoned wood that wouldn't give way or the lady carrying dusty bricks on her head or probably the guy in the maroon Mercedes. Why am I not any of those people, why am I a BPO consultant looking out of his window? I really don’t know. I’m serious, why are you the person you are this moment, reading this blog? Why aren’t you someone else? A beggar to whom you just tossed a coin in a hurry, your mom, her childhood friend's neighbour's cousin or his dog? Did you choose to be this person you have become? Or was it thrust upon you and you had no choice but to accept?
What did you say? Glance? Oh chance! Ok, so you say it’s a mere coincidence that we are what we are.
Imagine…
It is a coincidence that we are not dogs and dogs are not us. We are humans and we were created by God, stuffed with free-will and conscience. We have temptations and are capable of committing sins. Those who resist go to heaven and those who indulge will spend a good eternity in hell. If it’s seriously coincidence, then why am I not a tree , a stone, the cat on my window sill or the extinct mammoth? If it is pure chance, like seeds falling off a tree blown away by wind and washed away by the rains, then think of a possibility that everything is what it is or everyone is what they are just by a freak chance.
Then, by the same chance of creation and the psyched out coincidence I could have been an angel of the heavens or his colleague! Or may be born as Satan to think further of a possibility why am I not God?
Zindagi Ke Safar Mein Guzar Jaate Hain Jo Makaam
Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate
Phool Khilte Hain, Log Milte Hain
Phool Khilte Hain, Log Milte Hain Magar
Patjhad Mein Jo Phool Murjha Jaate Hain
Vo Baharon Ke Aane Se Khilte Nahin
Kuchh Log Ik Roz Jo Bichhad Jaate Hain
Vo Hazaron Ke Aane Se Milte Nahin
Umra Bhar Chahe Koi Pukaara Kare Unka Naam
Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate
Zindagi Ke Safar Mein...
Aankh Dhokha Hai, Kya Bharosa Hai
Aankh Dhokha Hai, Kya Bharosa Hai Suno
Doston Shaq Dosti Ka Dushman Hai
Apne Dil Mein Ise Ghar Banane Na Do
Kal Tadapna Pade Yaad Mein Jinki
Rok Lo Rooth Kar Unko Jaane Na Do
Baad Mein Pyaar Ke Chahe Bhejo Hazaron Salaam
Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate
Zindagi Ke Safar Mein...
Subah Aati Hai, Shaam Jaati Hai
Subah Aati Hai, Shaam Jaati Hai Yunhi
Vaqt Chalta Hi Rehta Hai Rukta Nahin
Ek Pal Mein Ye Aage Nikal Jaata Hai
Aadmi Theek Se Dekh Paata Nahin
Aur Pardey Pe Manzar Badal Jaata Hai
Ek Baar Chale Jaate Hain Jo Din-Raat Subah-O-Shaam
Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate
Woh Phir Nahin Aate...
AGUMBE HATCHINGS- THE LONG WAIT COMES TO A BEGINNING !
Gowri Shanker,herpetologist-Researcher at the Agumbe Rainforest Research Station was overcome with a mix of emotions of happiness and pure joy of seeing a new life begin in the woods of Agumbe where his strict vigil for three months paid off. He was tipped off by a local villager about a King cobra nest near thirthahalli in the month of May.Gowri, on visiting the nest found out that the mother had abandoned the nest due to human disturbances in that area.Since then , he kept the nest under his strict supervision, barricading it from the curious locals and recording the temperature and other vital data 4-5times a day for three long months. All his team's hard work had finally paid off on the 17th of July when the hatchlings came out hale and hearty.27 out of 28 eggs hatched successfully while one remained unhatched(unfertilized egg).He removed the hatchlings carefully, after measuring their weight and length he released them in wild, in a spot which has the perfect combination of temperature, safe habitat and prey.These are vital factors that will increase their chances of survival.
We were sitting in Thirivanmaiyur( Madhu's house) and watching the video we took on our trip.It had come out pretty well.It was fun watching the video the hump-Nosed Pit Viper, the trek into the forest and the whole experience with Gowri. Following the personal preview show rolled out the dinner followed by reminiscence of the events we wanted to call Gowri and see what he was up to, and we called..
"Hey! Gowri how are you! " i shrieked " I Am good Showkath ,How about you? hows everyone else? inquired Gowri, "i was about to call you guys" he added" Really" I exclaimed "why whats up? "Saying that i was able to see madhu's face lighten up with excitement and mystery "I caught a 14ft King Cobra this Evening, had a call from near Thirthahalli, I was wondering if you were would wanna taka a look at it?" All we remember after hearing that was we both were sitting inside the 'Chennai -Bangalore-Mangalore' Jet Airlines flights, which left 6 hours after Gowri hung up not hearing anything from us on the other side of the call!
DAY 1
By the time we even realized what was happening we were in a taxi climbing the hills to ARRS!
It felt like we belonged here, the country side, the hills, the wind and the trees were enchanting. We got to Agumbe, with short honks we entered the compound of our previous host- Jenny Pai's house (who was shocked to see us again, cos it was only two days back, that we were outside her house waving our hands, saying a million Bye’s, Take care’s and thank you’s...) We Explained her what brought us back her so soon, “Its really heartening to see the level of enthusiasm you people share, am really impressed” She said( What weird, jobless morons these are!, is what she would have really thought!) We settled down with our luggage and waiting in anticipation of the rattling of Gowri's Marshall jeep- The only ' Inter Forest Shuttle Service'...We heard the horn, Gowri was on time to Jenny's house we hitched a rtide on his jeep and headed to ARRS. We picked up the King Cobra and went off to release him in the wild. The pictures above were taken during the release. It was an awesome sight and experience to see the King at such close proximity. It was an experience that we will never forget. We were spellbound! The only one who ever spoke in the next fifteen mins was Madhu , and all that she said was” It was a crazy, crazy day" She kept repeating the word crazy so many times that Gowri and me took three hours to get the word of our minds! That night Gowri cooked Chicken! Mmmm.. Yummy, trust me when I tell you that his Semi gravy Chicken is the best , better than my moms or even better what the Chettinad restaurants have to offer! We headed back to our homestay with a full tummy and a great experience!
Day 2 continued…
AGUMBE –A Herpetologist’s
It all started with my friend's wedding in Udipi. We had to drive all the way from Chennai for this, so we thought we will club an exploration trip along with the wedding. Madhu identified this place near Udipi and vouched for it. These are the things she came up with when asked 'why Agumbe?'.
1. The wettest spot in south
So we left to Agumbe... That’s where we bumped into Mr.Gowri Shankar, herpetologist Agumbe Rainforest Research Station. Founded by Mr. Romulus Whitaker, to study King cobras,Rescuse and release and to make The king Cobra the Flagship species of the western ghats.Gowri Shankar is a great (cool) personality. Everybody in Agumbe knows him( i swear everybody from village heads to the scavengers, from cops to theives he knows them all!) An extremely social fella, knows all South Indian languages. Rom's choice of Gorwi to run ARRS is commendable. Madhu's choice to get to Agumbe got a standing ovation!
The exploration at this herpetologist's paradise started off with my first Hump-nosed pit viper(Hypnale hypnale) in the wild, it was a great experience to handle a wild one for the first time, we did see some ltm's , langs’s, Grey Hornbill and some interesting amphibians(including caecilians). A stream cut through the forest adjoining ARRS, we trekked down following the stream along with Gorwi and Sharmila in search of Malabar pit vipers. Luck favored us with only a pit into which fell, one of the MIT students who came along with us.
We returned to Chennai due to time constraint.
The second time we got there in a hurry,
YES! somewhere in the bushes ,there was a 14 feet King waiting for us. Contd…
Ok, this is really weird. For the record I’ am not a MCP nor a feminist, I am not taking sides here but just trying to analyze where all these people on this good earth came from and if they are still coming? To start with, if the saying "men are from mars and women are from Venus" is only a metaphor arising out of the fact that the associated words start with the same sounds, then lets kindly accept the little population who came from Uranus!
These are two different planets (heavenly bodies) millions of kilometers apart, I wonder how they even met? Were they like Olive Ridley turtles that come from different parts of the world to the Indian coast just to breed? Well, scientists all over the globe are still baffled about how these primitive creatures find their way back to the same place to breed every year. There could be only two possible reasons a) they have extremely sophisticated navigation system (better than the ones the USA uses to find oil wells in poor countries) tucked under their soft shells which guides them to their breeding grounds, or b) the Indian coast is so arousing to these turtles that they instantly decide to mate upon reaching the Bay of Bengal. I wonder why their shells don’t get a hard on while swimming along the naked beaches of the
So my point is that if Earth is the breeding ground of these aliens from Mars and Venus, how did they even get here in the first place? Did they have erstwhile state-of-the-art space shuttles with Turtle-tech-Navigation system (we have evidence of these 100000 B.C model shuttles being bought by
Since I’m running out of thoughts to continue typing on this topic I will stop here with just one social message, that the books on this topic must be banned , cos they are so powerfully influential that they actually make us forget what we were taught in our high school Bio-Geography that is " All men and women came and still come only from those two tiny twin planets hanging between the bipeds of the male species which forms the center of the universe of the female of this species... that explains the reprise of the big bang*!
* The big bang theory states that it’s not a single time event that occurred in the beginning of the creation of all things, but keeps occurring every time there is an urgency to create life on earth. The phenomenon has been evolving so efficiently that the bang got mightier day by day leading to many inventions like concrete walls in houses and hotels, sturdier cars, soundproofing techniques! And spinal injuries.
I was looking through the grill of my helmet at the bowler, who was grinning at me with cruel eyes, his forehead scorched by the March sun of Chennai. The thigh guard I wore was covering a ligament tear, and the pads were protecting the numerous blood cots in my legs which occurred in the recent matches.
I was trained by my coach to stand the first ten overs of the match, which obviously had the fastest balls targeted to break the stumps, but they often take your abdomen and chest as alternative targets! I stood there nervous; my legs trembling as the bowler look his run up. I remembered the way I was sledging while we were fielding and how successful I was in irritating them. I was sure that their primary target was me, they swore to god to give it back to me when they entered the field for chasing. I had faced 9 overs already, successfully and proved myself worthy. I had done my job. As the bowler’s foot hit the crease and the supersonic ballistic interwicket missile was launched it swung wider than i thought it would, as i positioned my bat for a drive to the mid on, I saw the ball smiling at me, half a inch away from my bat and disappeared, I heard a cracking noise from the stumps behind me. I was bowled out. I walked with my head down gazing at the grass below sure was not trying to look at anything. As I approached the dressing room, the members of my team did not utter a word; normally they would blast the shit out of the batsmen who get bowled. I knew it was coming, i was prepared for such pace and precision, but wasn't quiet sure how to handle it.
As the others were cheering the new batsman who jogged his way to the pitch I was sitting there in silence, the replay was running in my mind constantly, the expectation, the ball, the way it went by smiling at me.. I had infinite empty boxes filling my mind , choking my ability to think, i felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my coach. He gestured me to come for a walk with him, and so i did.
As I was walking beside him with my head tilted down, ‘So’ he said with a smile, ‘did you see it coming?’ He asked. He somehow knew I was expecting a good ball from the tired yet determined bowler, I remained quiet. “It was a splendid inswing” he said breaking the silence, “it was a beautiful ball showkath, Nothing can be done about it” he continued as my eyes looked up. “You could have defended it, but I don’t think you wanted to” his words stunned me, “Yes”,I began thinking to myself “I stood there for long, I knew I couldn’t play it further , I had already started wasting overs, I knew I will not be able to do justice if I had stood there any longer, this is how far I could have come” He spoke exactly what was running in my mind.“It wasn’t a stupid high catch or a run out” he continued "which could have made you looked like a fool, “It was a good ball” he reassured me.” A very good ball indeed, You should be fortunate that you got out on a good ball, not every player would be this fortunate, they only lose my making mistakes, you should be happy” He said. I was normal now, I needed that so badly. I was shattered, I needed those words to gather myself. It definitely was a good ball, and I am fortunate, very fortunate than most of the other guys who played this sport. I had done my part, I did my job and it was time to go. I was happy that my dismissal did not put me in shame because everybody was talking about the ball and praising the inswing, and less about me. I heard the crowd cheer outside, it was the the happy voices of my team members…We Won!
It was a graceful end, I got up and walked out to the field with a smile on my face to join the celebration with three things in my mind
“I did my part well, it was a good ball and this is the best way it could have ended”
… for me.. and for all of us.
I am not talking only about cricket...