Tuesday 28 April 2009

Rub-a dub-dub

Rub--dub-dub Three men in the tub, A butcher, a baker and a candlestick maker, If the tub would have been stronger My tale would have been longer.
The Great Indian Transport System One of the innumerable ghats of the Ganga. Cooking Boat Nav ka Bawarchi: People called home with tears in their eyes, describing the taste of freshly caught and cooked shrimp. Blogger uploading KILLS the pictures... so please click on the pics for a better view.

Sunday 19 April 2009

Trailing the Tiger: Sunderban 6

There is a saying that, if you see a tiger in the Sunderbans it is probably a dead one. So rare is a tiger sighting in the land of the tiger. Yet there's never single moment that an unseen omnipresence of the tiger is not felt. The people of the Sunderbans are survivors. They have few means of livelihood, limited to fishing and forest gathering activities like honey collecting. Theirs is a stranded existence between the great saltwater crocodiles in the river and the Royal Bengal Tiger on land.

The Tigers, unlike the leopards that went extinct in the late 60's in the sunderbans, learnt how to adapt to the unforgiving terrain and evolved into the most intelligent and hardy branch of the tiger family. They can survive on saltwater and crabs, swim across the croc infested waters with a kill on their back and have developed a keen sense of testing water currents and drifting with the flow to save energy. They also have darker, rougher coats that blend flawlessly into the lush Tiger Palms on the banks. But what makes the Royal Bengal Tiger one of the deadliest predators on Earth is desperation. The harsh habitat has given birth to a constantly hungry species that goes after it's kill with a vengeance.

Many a time different theories and remedies have been introduced to counter the sheer cunning and boldness of the Sunderban tigers. From erudite theories on shrinking preybase to explain the desperation to ingenious methods of making masks that villager wear at the back of their heads to confuse and scare the tiger away while at work. It all comes to naught in the tidal country where Tiger outwits man every single time.

In my trips to other sanctuaries I have heard people speak of the Tiger in varying tones of respect, fondness, excitement, passion, hatred and admiration. But here, only fear, they speak of it in hushed tones and euphemisms, like the devil or a ghost with supernatural powers. Never must you take it’s name, lest it summons the beast. The forest has many such rules that every inhabitant of the tide country is born knowing.

The following example will give you an idea of the atmosphere that a Tiger sighting can create. Every evening a village troupe would come to the guest house to perform. They danced to unique couplets that spoke of daily life in Bengal touching upon many topics, from Singur, Tata and Nano, to humourous Man-Wife relations in a Bengali household, but their most popular act is the story of Bon Bibi

Once upon a time, Ibrahim of Medina was blessed by the Archangel Gabriel, to be the father of twins. The girl was named Bon Bibi and her brother Shah Jongli. After reaching adulthood, they were sent by the Archangel to the shores of Bay of Bengal, now known as Sunderbans. A demon named Dokkin Roy ruled this marshy land and terrorized human beings. Bon Bibi & Shah Jongli defeated Dokkhin Roy and saved the humans. A poor villager named Dukhey played the helpless human that is rescued.

Ever since Bon Bibi divided the tide country into two halves, one protected by her where the humans could live and one still reigned by Dokkin Roy. The legend is now modified to suit the modern times. The Royal Bengal Tigers, which devoured the humans, is called Dokkhin Roy. The fishermen and bee-collectors are represented by Dukhey. There is an invisible line that divides human territory from Dokkin Roy’s territory into which one must never cross.

The “Lady of the Forest”, Bon Bibi, is still sacred in the tide country and temples dedicated to her can be found at the entrance of the forest. The story shows an interesting mixture of religious influences. It is Hindu by nature, but always starts with the Muslim word “Bismillah”. This story is a mainstay for the people of the Sunderbans and regulates a large part of their daily lives. Even to this day, nobody enters the forest without asking Bon Bibi’s protection. To earn this protection, you have to abide by the rules, which say that no human trace should be left in the kingdom of Dokkhin Rai. So the honey seekers will not even spit during their work, a habit that is perfectly normal in Dhaka.

On my last night at Jamespur it was rumoured that a Tiger had been seen crossing the river on our side of the village. Immediately a government jeep with a loudspeaker roamed the village announcing the possible presence of a tiger and cautioning people to stay indoors. The troupe cancelled their last performance and we had an early dinner as the cooks wanted to hasten home. Fireworks were let off throughout the night to scare away the predator and the straying cows and dogs were herded into the hovels of the villagers lest the tiger attack. The hovels themselves were hardly adequate protection, I thought, if the Tiger did decide to attack. We on the other tried to sleep in this unnatural atmosphere, in 'pakka makans' with a 12 ft strong fence surrounding it.

That is the kind of activity and atmosphere the mere mention of this wonderful beast inspires. It is true, the people live uncertain lives, but it is also true that without the Tiger, there would be no tiger-land, no Sunderban and no people, to begin with.

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These butterflies were as close as I got to Tigers.

The below the Striped Tiger and above, the Glassy Tiger.

Tuesday 14 April 2009

An Age of Unwilling Transition

'I’ve tried the world-it wears no more,

The colouring of romance it wore,'

sighed Anne - and was straightaway much comforted by the romance in the idea of the world being denuded of romance!

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The thing about turning 21 is that we don't harbour any illusions but still chase after them.

Thursday 9 April 2009

Bailout Babies

As if being lying, thieving, money hoarding, environmental hazards wasn't enough, the U.S Bailout Babies, i.e. General Motors, Daimler and Ford have another accolade to their credit.(Click on the image for an enlarged view)
IBM, Ford and General Motors are among those corporations now expected to face demands for damages from thousands of apartheid's victims.

They argue that the firms supplied equipment used by the South African security forces to suppress dissent.

The companies affected have not yet responded to the judge's ruling.

The plaintiffs argue that the car manufacturers knew their vehicles would be used by South African forces to suppress dissent. They also say that computer companies knew their products were being used to help strip black South Africans of their rights.

The judge disagreed with IBM's argument that it was not the company's place to tell clients how to use its products.

"That level of wilful blindness in the face of crimes in violation of the law of nations cannot defeat an otherwise clear showing of knowledge that the assistance IBM provided would directly and substantially support apartheid," she said.

For the full write up, click on the following BBC link.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7991134.stm