Thursday, January 30, 2014

Cattle Races - Kaalapoottu

When one searches online, for Cattle Races in India, we come across various new articles where we have the "Proud" owners of the cattle who proclaim that they take care of their cattle as their own children.

http://ibnlive.in.com/news/holy-cow-kerala-celebrates-harvest-with-cattle-races/53888-3.html
http://news.oneindia.in/2010/08/27/farmerstake-part-in-traditional-cattle-race-in-keralavilla.html


However what we saw at Palakkad on the Republic Day 2014 was a horror beyond belief. A crowd of men completely drunk out of their senses beating the living daylights out of the poor bewildered cattle.


A fallen Bullock getting the 3rd Degree





One bullock who had fallen down either due to sheer exhaustion or had just given up was beaten mercilessly till the adrenaline kicked in and the animal stood up. 


A fallen Bullock getting the 3rd Degree






The race itself is an exhilarating adrenaline ride, but the price is pretty steep and paid by the poor animals.

A fallen Bullock getting the 3rd Degree

A fallen Bullock getting the 3rd Degree

A fallen Bullock getting the 3rd Degree

A fallen Bullock getting the 3rd Degree

A fallen Bullock getting the 3rd Degree

A fallen Bullock getting the 3rd Degree

A fallen Bullock getting the 3rd Degree




God only knows what kind of a diet these animals are fed and who are the poor souls who land up eating those animals who are sold to the abattoir. This practice must stop!! The race itself may be a good thing, but unless there are rules governing the behaviour of people and the way they treat the animals, this race must stop.



Trust the animal welfare board and other organizations involved do take notice and act on this immediately.

The Deafening Silence of Diwali


Masinagudi Landscape

Peacock
Indian Bison
 Diwali weekend was beckoning and we were all set to travel to Agumbe for a weekend getaway. Anticipation was writ large on the faces of my wife and daughter before the bad news came crashing down like a ton of bricks. The program scheduled at Agumbe was being postponed for "technical" reasons. So here we were two days prior to the holidays and nowhere to go.

Chital Doe
Mudumalai Sunset
Masinagudi Landscape
Ask anyone who is faced with such a situation - of having to face a furious spouse and a disappointed kid who have to stay home for 4 days just because someone somewhere did not plan well. I had nowhere to hide and was desperately searching online for options. Being a long weekend and festival holidays options were at best minimal and wherever I tried, I drew blank. Some of the places did not even bother acknowledging my mails. But guess I was a good boy and god looked down kindly upon me as I got a reprieve just when I was resigning myself to nonstop bickering and vented frustration from the family. One of the places who had initially refused stating they were full; called back to check if we were still interested.....and boy did we grab the opportunity!!
Hanuman Langur

Herd of Chital in the early morning light - Masinagudi
Rufus Tree Pie - Mudumalai
So it was all set....we would drive down to Masinagudi on Friday morning and spend the holidays on the foothills of Ooty. So we packed our bags and went to bed early in order to be able make an early morning start. No small wonder that even our little one was up early and she was restlessly waiting for us to leave. The idea was to do a leisurely drive and the entire trip would be done per our convenience instead of running to a schedule.
Chital Fawn Hiding in the bushes

We stopped at Bidadi for a wonderful steaming hot breakfast of "Thatte Idly" and coffee. We were off then through Mysore, Bandipur and Mudumalai. The drive through the forest was slower than usual and on more than one occasion, we had an impatient motorist honking behind us. Nothing though could deter us from enjoying the journey and we had some wonderful sightings of animals.

The checkpost at Mudumalai was a mere formality and then we were off. Soon thereafter on the Ooty road was our destination - The Wild Haven.

Oriental Honey Buzzard
Wild Haven is a quaint little place close to Chadapatti village. The resort itself is well away from the road such that you are bound to miss the place unless one picks the innocuous little signboard that points the way to the resort. Thank god for our GPS, we did not have any trouble picking out the location and reach our destination at around 11:30am.

What a warm welcome it was..... We had read about the two friendly pooches but this was way over any written descriptions. Soda the Cocker Spaniel and Hot Dog the Boxer seemed to be overjoyed to see us and were all over us as though greeting a long lost friend. We checked in and got settled in. For any city dweller, the first thing that hits you is the absolute silence...so much so that we actually started whispering to each other. The overshadowing Ooty hills meant that the temperature in this area is higher than the surroundings, making for a more pleasant experience especially during the winters. Summers may be another matter altogether. That afternoon we decided to go on a safari to Mudumalai. The safari was a rewarding experience from the perspective that we sighted Langurs, Chitals, Elephants, Bisons and a Crested Serpent Eagle, Brahminy Myna, Long tailed Shrike and Bee Eaters.

 
The first day held a promise of better things to come. There was dinner by the campfire and shortly thereafter we hit the sack. Not sure what the time was, but I woke to the rasping calls of a Leopard that turned the marrow in my bones. Wasn't sure if I should step out of the room or stay put although it was sorely tempting to step out. But then the Leopard is the master of the dark and hence prudence took over and I stayed put.

Scaly Breasted Munia
The next morning, we left early in the morning to get to a safari at Bandipur. The road was full of Chital who usually come in during the night for safer foraging and head back into the Jungle during the day time. It reminded me of the times we dodge cattle on the roads in our villages. With my wife and daughter screaming in delight, we headed out to Bandipur and got in line for the Safari. The first safari was uneventful contrary to all expectations and we came out empty handed. This however did not stop us from doing a second round. Unfortunately the second trip was uneventful too. The sightings were limited to some Deer and Peacock. We decided to give it one more shot in the afternoon and stayed put at Bandipur. Being a weekend the crowd was steadily building up and we were not too sure about getting another chance when we met up with a neighbor who was way ahead in the queue. Tickets thereafter were a matter of time and we got on to the vehicle. As soon as we hit the forest trail we were halted in our tracks by a tiny little creature.... The Hoopoe.
The Show Stopper - Hoopoe
For some strange reason, the bird decided that it was not getting out of the path of the safari van. Every time the vehicle got close, the bird would fly a few feet ahead and land in the middle of the path. The one time that the driver managed to get ahead of the bird, he flew right ahead of us and landed again..... bang in the middle of the path. This went on for a while before the bird tired of the game flew into the woods. On this safari, we saw Elephants, Bison, Crested Serpent Eagle and ofcourse the Langurs, Macaques, Peacocks.

Back to Wildhaven we met up with Roshan. Roshan happens to be part of the family that owns and runs the business at Wildhaven. A very affable gentleman, Roshan is also knowledgeable on the local spots of interest especially if you love trekking. Unfortunately though Trekking has been banned due to the death of a tourist in an encounter with an elephant. Talking about Elephants, the ones at Masingudi and thereabouts are hypersensitive to humans and are prone to attacks much more than usual. This is the result of a near constant battle of wits between humans and elephants, where elephants mostly come off second. So when in this area, you are best off in a vehicle. On foot, even on the roads connecting the various villages in the area, a chance encounter could turn deadly as we almost found out later...

Mongoose on the Prowl
Hill Partridge
  
Long Tailed Shrike
That evening we spent time at the Watch Tower, which is located on the Eastern fringes of the property. We were fortunate to get some sightings of Quail, Mongoose and Chital who had come to the watering hole that the resort has built. The resort itself is a haven for birds. One can just stay put at one spot and have the birds come to you. Its a matter of finding the right spot and staying put. As our stay at Masinagudi was coming to an end... We settled our bills (amazingly reasonable) and commenced our drive back to Bangalore. A couple of kilometers ahead of the Mudumalai Forest Office, we came across this lone Tusker grazing peacefully just off the road. The roads being narrow, this meant that the Elephant was hardly 15 feet away from where we would pass him. We decided that we will stop and let the Elephant move on before we drove further. Taking our cue, vehicles coming in the opposite direction also stopped at a discrete distance and we just watched the elephant in silence. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the persistent honks of a jeep. The elephant reacted immediately and charged towards the Jeep who accelerated, barely escaping the stretched trunk of the tusker. I was completely paralyzed in fear as we were just behind where the Jeep passed the elephant. Luckily for us, the elephant decided that we were not a threat and stopped about 8-10 feet away and turned back to what it was doing. We waited a further 10 minutes there with vehicles stopped on both sides before the Elephant decided to move on and we heaved a sigh of relief. When I remarked to my wife about the danger that we were just in, she remarked nonchalantly, that the elephant was so cute....talk about the innocence of the ignorant. She could not read the signs and thought there was no danger......just thinking about the incident continues to give me the shivers....

But then that was the end of the thrills and we headed back to Bangalore in silence. Coming close to Bangalore and hearing the fireworks go off, we realized what we had missed and what we had gained.... 

Imagine  leaving behind a city full of smoke, crowd and noise for a weekend of peace, fresh air and wide open spaces. All things said, this was one of the best Diwalis we ever had.

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed the trip. 

Sunday, August 25, 2013

The Cloud Kingdom


The Cloud Kingdom

Meghalaya trip was planned at the end of the Mizoram trip. A couple of months ago, we finalized the program and booked our tickets. For some reason the trip seemed jinxed from start. Drop outs began and a week prior to the trip we were only 6 and a couple of days prior to boarding the plane, the number came down to 3. Gowri and me from Bangalore and one from Mumbai.

On the morning of the trip, the jinx continued. I reached the bus stop only to realize that I had forgotten my wallet at home. Rushed back home to pick up the wallet and we reached the Airport only for Gowri to forget his ATM card in the machine. Soon after making calls to his wife to have the card blocked, we checked in and settled in for the 3 hour flight to Guwahati. The flight was uneventful and we landed at Guwahati on time. The participant from Mumbai landed half an hour later and we left together towards Shillong.
Enroute to Shillong, we stopped at a wayside shop to sample some fruits. Pineapples were heavenly and the bananas that we thought were overripe were actually still young. Our driver did the work of basic translation since he was Nepali. However communication was really not needed as the lady understood what we needed and made them available to us. @ Rs.20/- a pineapple the cost was very reasonable....atleast to us city dwellers. With the stomach pangs passified, Gowri focused on the Knife used by the village folks to harvest pineapples and bamboo shoots.

A short-while later, we stopped at Nongpoh village for lunch. The lunch was a neat affair with rice staple and veg curry, dal for vegetarians, while the carnivores had a veritable buffet laid out with a choice of pork, beef, chicken, mutton, or fish. We drove on towards Shillong and caught up with some local archers who were headed to a competition. All of them were piss drunk and one of them was sweet talked into selling his bow and 3 arrows.

Accompanied by beautiful vistas we continued to drive on towards Shillong stopping enroute to shoot landscapes. The sad part though was the indiscriminate mining which was rampant in many places. Mining for Granite, sandstone and coal was creating havoc on the landscape. Whole mountains were being torn down and devastated.

We reached Shillong early evening and checked into our lodging for the night. Later that evening we were picked up by Dion and went to catch up with Saipari Sailo who had just recently delivered a bonny baby boy. On the way back, we explored the nearby places before hitting the sack.

Early next morning, the vistas were beautiful and misty. Shot some macros of flowers and after a quick breakfast we drove to the Sacred Grove. 
Located in Mawphlang, the groves are held in reverence by the locals and thus protected. The Groves are supposedly home to King cobras and Pit Vipers among a host of other flora and fauna. Sadly for us though,we were the only ones at the Sacred Groves literally and figuratively. The Groves were absolutely sanitized. Not sight or sounds of any life. No ants, no leeches, no grasshoppers, no katydids, no frogs, no birds and ofcourse no herps. As evidence of life, we sighted a snail and a fleeting glimpse of a squirrel.Guess we just happened to be there at the wrong time, since the guide/ guard "McDuff" was able to confidently point out sightings of snakes such as the King, the Vipers and Kukris. McDuff insisted that the animals can be found deep in the forest far from human movement. However the niggling doubt remains - Why were there no insects to be found? Conceded that we did not venture too deep into the forest, since we did not have a guide. On the positive side though, the wooded area has a thick cushion of humus accumulated over centuries and supports a dense growth of Castanopsis kurzii trees which in turn support a variety of epiphytes such as aroids, pipers, ferns, and orchids - Many species being found nowhere else.


We moved on from the sacred groves towards Cherrapunji where we were scheduled to camp over the next 2-3 days. We stopped enroute for lunch and moved on only for me to realize that I had fogotten my notebook at the restaurant. The kindly folks at the place let the book remain where it was till our driver picked up the same on his way back. We stopped enroute to shoot the landscape which is best described in pictures. The downer though was the presence of a large number of youngsters in their cars with stereos blaring and bottles of alcohol of every shape and size. Remarkable though was their otherwise civil behaviour.
We reached Sohra around 15:30 hours and stopped to click the Wah Kaba waterfalls before driving off to the Cherra Resort which is about 19km from Sohra and located near the Laitkynsew village. Enroute we saw a roadkill - A Whitelipped Pit Viper. It was a huge specimen atleast 2.5 feet long. Considering its size, it may have been an female since female vipers are longer. Sad though it was, the sighting filled us with anticipation of what could be. We checked in around 16:30 and immediately our minds were brimming with anticipation of what we would see over the next few days.

Once settled in we set out for an exploratory walk. Though limited to insects, the frequency of sightings suggested a healthy population of prey species. This meant that we had a healthy chance of spotting some predators. With those happy thoughts, we had dinner before heading off to bed. The next morning's plan was to head out to the nearby area to explore the surrounds, however the resort owners suggested that we avail the services of a guide and explore a region further away from human habitation, to have a better chance of sighting snakes. The guide Batman was supposedly an expert who know the forest well. So we were dropped off about 4 km from the resort.

David Scott's Pony Trail

We walked on the road for a while looking for fauna all around and then hit the Pony trail. The Pony trail was created by David Scott, a British Colonial administrator and political agent from 1802 - 1832 for the express purpose of moving British Troops into Cherrapunji from Bangladesh. This road was to cause a war between the Khasi people ably led by U Tirot Singh who was the King of Khadsawphra Syiemship and the British. The Khasi were finally defeated by the superior weaponry and strength in numbers, however the defeat came after a 4 year guerrilla warfare. U Tirot Singh was ultimately captured and imprisoned to Dhaka where he died on 17th July 1835.



The Pony trail between Ladmawphlang and Mawphlang villages is roughly 16km long and runs through picturesque landscape and is a popular day hike. At places a clear stream runs parallel to the path. Although we were focused on looking for herps and other fauna and were disappointed by the lack of any sightings of note, the trek itself was an excellent experience. Later that day we went down to a small root bridge which was a prelude to the trek to the Double Decker.

 
Returning from the trek, we passed through a local village. It was a delightful experience interacting with the locals, it was nice to have every villager passing by greeting you. So refreshingly different from the indifferent sullen faces that we get to see back in the cities. We also managed to finally track down a Gliding Frog after missing out several times during the previous outings. The Racophorus cf.Htunwini was a visual delight and pretty happy to pose for pictures. This village has a beautiful view of the Bangaladesh plains.
Racophorus cf.Htunwini
Racophorus cf.Htunwini












Bangaladesh Plains
 Back at the resort dining area, we had some surprise visitors - a huge Owl Moth, and a myriad of other smaller moths. So we got busy clicking much to the amusement of other visitors.





The Atlas Moth

Post dinner, we headed out for a walk and got some decent sighting of insects and a sleeping Calotes, but yet again no snakes. So it was the end of yet another eventful day....delightful for trekkers and tourists but not so for snake lovers.

The next day we planned to visit the Double Decker Living Root Bridge. Declared a UNESCO World Heritage site, the bridge is essentially a tangle of thick roots which have been trained to entwine with each other and form extremely strong bridges. The trees chosen are the Ficus elastica which produces a series of secondary roots.These bridges are not built but grown. Each bridge may take 15-20 years to become practically usable. But once there, these bridges are strong enough to hold several men with loads. We packed our bags and bid good bye to Cherra Resort and drove down. The DD Bridge or the Umshiang Double Decker Root bridge is a full day's drive and trek.

We had just started out of the resort when we had our first sighting of a living herp....
 Thank you god for answering our desperate prayers...We saw a White barred kukri snake (Oligodon albocinctus) crossing the road ahead of us. It is amazing how difficult it would be to spot the snake in the thick undergrowth even if it were to be 2 feet in front of you, so the road crossing was indeed very fortunate. So if we did not see more of them, its not because they are not there, but because we did not know where to look.

Once we reached the Tyrna village (I hope I got that name right!) we got off the car and wore our boots for the trek. For the record the trek is about 2000 stone steps down hill, followed by a relatively flat surface walk of about 2 km, then a short climb of about 500 feet to reach the village. From the village it is a hop skip and jump considering what you've just experienced. The trek in mountaineering terms is probably a medium in levels of toughness, however it is not for the faint hearted.

Carrying Construction material down the hill


 The trek itself is filled with enchanting sights...the path is like a walk in a butterfly park. You keep stumbling into them everywhere, then there is the epiphytic banana growing on anther tree. We came to a steep descent, which overlooked the valley. 

If you look at the picture below, the small specs towards the bottom left was our destination enroute to the root bridge. 




 After crossing a couple of rope bridges, a small root bridge, we finally made it to the DD Root Bridge.
What we saw took our breath away!! The trek was worth every bit.... (I'm jumping the gun here!) After a short while sitting and admiring the bio engineering fete, we took pictures. It did not occur for one minute for us to pose with the bridge as a backdrop.

Take a look at the picture below with Gowri. This should give you an idea of the size of the bridge and the tree itself.


We then sat down to eat and rest our aching muscles for a while before commencing on the trek back to the base camp. My aching knees and desperately protesting ligaments ensured that every step was an agony. Gowri took my bag to reduce the load on the limbs and we managed to get back to the cab in one piece. The drive back to Shillong was a silent sleepy affair.

No further activity that day except for some hot showers which ensured that the aching muscles were refreshed and the cramps relaxed and it was lights out soon after dinner.

The next day at Shillong, we were tourists... it was museums, especially the Wankhar Butterfly museum which houses an amazing collection of preserved specimen of butterflies, moths, dragonflies, bettles and other insects. The specimen were collected over a span of 3-4 decades and denote the lifetime work of Dr.Sarkar who began collecting them in 1939 and was continued by his son. Unfortunately both have passed on to a better world and have left behind a priceless legacy. This collection is the only known display in India dedicated to butterflies and moths. We then visited local animal park. The highlight of the park was the amazing ability of the hill mynas to imitate human sounds....they greeted us and also set us on our way with an amazing likeness to the human voice. That evening was spent shopping for local knick knacks and amazingly, I managed to get a lens cap for my 18-55.

The next day being August 15, was traditionally a black day in Meghalaya - A throw back to the days of insurgency. The tradition continues despite there being no obvious reason and hence shops, transport remain shut and a holiday becomes a "bandh". However we were treated to a sumptuous lunch by Saipari Sailo and Dion at their home and we then went to the campus of the North Eastern Hill university where Sailo and Dion did their education and insisted that there have been several sightings of snakes. However after an hour of searching in vain, we drove back to the hotel and had a quiet dinner. It was the last day at Shillong and we were driving back to Guwahati to catch our flights back home, the next morning.
Shillong scape
The past week was full of some exhilarating sights and sounds. Meghalaya is an excellent destination for hardcore trekkers as well as armchair tourist who can just rest in the comfort of the cosy resort and give their minds a break. So with the vacation coming to an end, we packed up and flew back to our regular lives with our minds full of the week that was. What could have made the trip better?..... The presence of buddies who unfortunately had to miss out for various reasons and ofcourse the sight of a few more snakes... but then Que sera sera..... whatever will be will be!! The future is not ours to see! Afterall there will be no fun if we had to know everything in advance....

Thanks so much for being with me on this journey... as they say in Meghalaya... Khublei! Shibun.... Thank You and See you soon!!!










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