tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50000491578673543422024-03-04T23:57:35.203-08:00Every journey begins with a single step...Tharanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029927641095743787noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000049157867354342.post-50244562651974875872019-03-15T00:40:00.002-07:002019-03-15T22:32:23.407-07:00Bengaluru needs us ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Over the past ten years it is impossible for me to remember
a single year that has gone by without citizens of Bengaluru having to step out
onto the streets for one environmental cause or other to save their beloved
garden city that has rapidly changed in front of their eyes to something very
different. But each time the number of
citizens standing up for the cause has only increased tremendously. While this fills me with great
pride and joy for the love the people of this city have for it, it also fills
me with great sadness.<br />
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Is this the kind of future we have look forward to? non-stop fight and protests
to protect this city to protect it from various vested interests who are
determined more than ever in sucking the
very life out of this city in the name of development. <br />
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Development and destruction have fast become synonyms. That's the only reason
why the people of this city find themselves so often out in the streets braving
the heat (since Bengaluru used to be the erstwhile AC city, but no more) to
salvage what is left of the Garden city. More often than not the destruction
exceeds the development by leaps and bounds.<br />
It is quite possible that our future generations will not have to do the same for there might not be anything left to salvage at this rate.
They might not even know what to save if their present has only concrete.
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I do remember in 2005 when the Dairy circle flyover and underpass were being
constructed. It was supposed to solve all the traffic problems in that area.
Same with the Silkboard flyover, the
Hebbal flyover and every other flyovers across. The effort is laudable, but the
situation now is there are traffic jams for hours on end over and under the
flyovers. Even the electronic city flyover is amazing, till we reach the toll booths only to lose
every advantage of having zipped through the flyover to standing the queue to pay the toll behind an unending line of vehicles. <br />
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So is constructing more and more flyovers the actual effective solution when
the city that is already bursting to its seams continues to have more and more unabated
constructions and offices that show no intention of even looking around to see
if they will have a city around them when they are done.<br />
The lakes have been consumed, the water bodies, forests, tree lined avenues,
gardens all have been consumed. How is a city that is being bled to the core expected to provide for the people living here.<br />
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Development is awesome as long as it has the prefix of 'SUSTAINABLE' attached
to it. <br />
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Is it any wonder at all that the citizens of this city rush to protest against
the destruction in the name of development, only because they can see what is
happening actually, know how incredibly beautiful and pretty their city used to
be and also know there are other possible solutions to the problem than solving
one problem with another. Bengaluru has
been in the fray for the 'Smart city' tag forever. How is any of this
destruction even remotely smart? The
objective of being a smart city is supposed to be "being
better quality of life by providing core infrastructure, a clean and
sustainable environment and application of ‘smart’ solutions," <br />
(<a href="https://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/politics-and-nation/bengalurus-smart-city-project-is-yet-to-take-off/articleshow/66159314.cms?from=mdr&utm_source=contentofinterest&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=cppst)">https://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/politics-and-nation/bengalurus-smart-city-project-is-yet-to-take-off/articleshow/66159314.cms?from=mdr&utm_source=contentofinterest&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=cppst</a>)</div>
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A clean and sustainable environment and application of ‘smart’ solutions? Huh?</div>
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Mother Nature's buttons have been pushed long enough in this city, like any
mother, she has been kind, tolerant and really patient. But the patience and
tolerance has been tested long enough. If Mother Nature decides to push the
reset button on the city, she is not going to wait and see who is elite and who
is not, who is politically connected and who is not, she is just going to wake
up to clean up this mess and then none will be spared. The only way to avoid
this is clean up this mess ourselves and it is high time we do it before Mother
nature gives up on us. We have to show
her we care for her as much as she does
for us. I just hope, trust and believe we can do that. Thanks for reading my
thoughts on this. <br />
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Before signing off here are a couple of links and articles on how some other
cities help the environment with sustainable development, just found it
incredibly inspiring: <br />
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<a href="https://www.openaccessgovernment.org/top-10-eco-friendly-cities-around-the-world/53998/">https://www.openaccessgovernment.org/top-10-eco-friendly-cities-around-the-world/53998/</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.com/travel/story/20141215-living-in-the-worlds-most-eco-friendly-cities">http://www.bbc.com/travel/story/20141215-living-in-the-worlds-most-eco-friendly-cities</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.tentree.com/blogs/posts/the-10-most-eco-friendly-cities">https://www.tentree.com/blogs/posts/the-10-most-eco-friendly-cities</a><br />
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Tharanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029927641095743787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000049157867354342.post-45698481090626651942018-10-20T02:34:00.002-07:002018-10-20T03:00:00.704-07:00Hampi - A monochromatic viewpoint - Part I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<td align="left" valign="top">Hampi, the place that has fascinated me time and again and each time I visit Hampi. A part of me stays back over there amidst the magnificent ruins that seem to have a new story for me each visit. Their silent whispers somehow find their way to my heart and their charm and beauty have me intoxicated. Each visit I bring back a part of Hampi also with me, in form of memories and images, but somehow to this day have still not got the feeling I am doing justice to the place that exudes magic from every rock, stone and pebble.
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<td align="left" valign="top">However here is a small attempt to showcase all I can in just monochromes. I am partial to monochromes and kind of addicted to them too and I guess by now it is really obvious.
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top">So here goes my expression and a humble request to all of you to view all the 3 parts of this rather lengthy (but interesting) blog, which again I still feel does not do enough justice to the magic called Hampi. The one place to which I've an unending infatuation.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The magnificent Virupaksha temple as seen from the Matanga Hill, decorated with the low hanging clouds and the skeletons of the stalls lining the sides of the pathway. On a monsoon day, the sight is even more pretty with a recipe of cool breeze atop the Matanga hill almost lulling you into a dreamy state as the clouds shield you from the sun and the birds and macaques keep company as you stare towards the temple standing stoically with all its glory almost intact.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">A side entrance to the Pattabhirama Temple. One of the beautiful temple that is closer to Kamlapur. A silent spectator to the many footfalls over the years as generations have come and gone but this beautiful structure still stands on, though it looks like time has taken a bite out of this decorative tower.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The temple tower over the entrance to Vittala temple with designs so detailed and intricate that even with all the damages to the structure it still stands gloriously as an incredible example of perfection in imperfection.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Possibly one of the most photographed trees ever, the Firangipani tree in the courtyard of the Vittala temple, over a century old and still so young, adorned with a different look in different seasons and a haven for the plum headed parakeets that noisily play around the branches. Close your eyes and just run your hands in the twisted and turned trunk of the tree and the kind of peace that overcomes you will be magical. It almost feels like all your stress is sucked away and only a sense on calm remains.
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<td align="left" valign="top">The legendary stone chariot in the Vittala temple premises, originally a shrine to Garuda and now the most sought after tourist attraction. The elephants in front of the chariot having now graciously replaced the horses that were once there as the chariot pullers. The dome ( which was seen during the 1800s) on the chariot now missing indicating the effect of time over the centuries.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The monolithic four handed Sasvekalu (mustard) Ganesha near the base of the Hemakuta hill sitting tall and is the first to welcome us before we make our way to the other monuments, in the most adorable way, with the snake around his belly. With vandalism taking a toll on the left hand, which has subsequently been reconstructed to give the whole and still a magnificent look.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">In the medley of temples and architectures to visit in Hampi, the underground Siva temple somehow seemed to be the most silent of all to me. It is is beautiful and mysterious no doubt. Why is it underground and has it always been like this. This temple also requires a certain amount of courage to get into. Being underground and almost always having water on its flooring which is supposed to be coming in from the Tungabhadra , bringing along with a few snakes to join in the party, that and with the amazing bats now making it a home. The smell and the overall effect can be a bit discouraging. But do take a look in one of the dryer seasons when the water level is lower and it is curiously fascinating. Like I've mentioned this always seemed to be the most silent of all structures because I've not heard it talk to me yet. But hoping one day I'll be able to hear what it has to say.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">This fascinating structure that needs no introduction...The elephant stable with 11 enclosures and incredible Indo Islamic architecture has always intrigued me. The small openings near the center 3 stables have staircases that lead to the top. I've always wanted to check it out , but of course it is locked and the squirrels now have a very secure home there and I would not be lying if I said I was a bit jealous that they could explore this amazing structure more than me.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">It is impossible to look in any direction in Hampi without a piece of art staring right back at you. Every rock is a treasure and has some magic or other hidden in it. The other wonderful part is when you just sit back on a rock late in the evening and feel the warmth of the sun soaked boulder seeping into every part of you, a sigh escapes inadvertently when the soothing warmth drains all your stress away. The rocks are indeed healing..</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Signing off on part 1 of this monochromatic journey to Hampi with Bhima returning back after many battles holding the Saugandhika flower for Draupadi. Though not as popular as the other structures, the Bhima's gateway is a classic example of the military architecture of the Vijaynagar empire and yet there is a softness about the whole structure when you see Bhima the strongest of the Pandavas showing his softer side with this statue of him holding the flower for his wife.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Please follow part 2 of this journey <a href="https://tharanginib.blogspot.com/2018/10/hampi-monochromatic-viewpoint-part-ii.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<td align="left" valign="top">The specialty of the architecture in Hampi is obviously in the intricacy with which the stories are woven into these rocks. To take a rock and give it life, fill it with stories and all so different from each other is no mean task specially when it is all done holding a chisel and a hammer. The intricacies are what that speak volumes, touches the soul and gets us addicted.
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<td align="left" valign="top">These pillars in the Achutraya temple complex bear witness to not only the expert craftsmanship but also to the excellent architecture as they support the roof which sport a detailed rain water draining system. Each pillar is made to the same height, same precision and same excellence. The pillars are the embodiment of harmony in creativity and salute to the great artisans whose efforts are embedded in every groove and etching of these pillars.
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<td align="left" valign="top">This beautiful piece adorns the entrance to the Krishna temple and is over 20ft in height, the symmetry and the grace that exudes from this piece is mesmerizing. As the gaze follows up to the top and meets the ceiling a couple of entwined serpents greet us as they watch us from the top.
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<td align="left" valign="top">Hampi is a haven for Elephants. They are everywhere, with various decorations all decked up and ready. This pair are again in the Krishna temple and seemed to be in a great hurry to get somewhere. The flow of the shape is immensely soothing. The grains in the semi rough rocks still vibrate an energy that can be felt if you gently run you hands over these magnificent beasts that guard the side entrance. They feel alive and maybe just waiting for the right person to recognize them for who they are.
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<td align="left" valign="top">Intimidating, imposing and oozing aggression, this familiar icon of Hampi, the Lakshmi Narasimha statue in Hampi, once mistaken as Ugra Narasimha needs no introduction. Sadly vandalized extensively and now in a protected enclosure still manages to impress beyond doubt and installs a sense of awe about the grandeur of the past.
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<td align="left" valign="top">I wonder who were the super humans who watched over the city from the tiny shelters that sprouted from vantage points in seemingly inaccessible points over delicately balancing rocks.
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<td align="left" valign="top">She posed coyly greeting the visitors as she had done for over centuries, standing tirelessly. Some admired her, some ignored her, while some thought it was fun to chip out bits and pieces of her. Yet she stood there silently and gracefully watching generations and generations pass by.
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<td align="left" valign="top">Legs of a lion, body of a horse, tail of a cow and a trunk of an elephant, this mythical creature called Yali is seen in plenty around the temple complexes. They are various other combinations of animals that are a part of Yali.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The land of dreams, faiths and beliefs... not sure how this tradition originated. Each little structure is a prayer, a dream to build a house, a mansion or a building. Though how many actually went to build houses after stacking the tiny stones and bricks here is not known it is not uncommon to see these dreams coming up everywhere.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Another curious and interesting example atop a temple dome, interesting headgear, standing proud with a I mean business look and guessing it is Rama, Sita and Lakshmana it has a magnetic attraction to it.
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<td align="left" valign="top">Do these legs belong to a dancer, a goddess, any avatar? All that remains are the bits and pieces, yet the gentleness of the shape as it flows down triggers many a thought as imagination takes over to fill in the blanks and allow the shape to form.
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<td align="left" valign="top">And another one from what I understand it might be a demon from the canines that stick out, but the rest of it is again totally up to the imagination.
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<td align="left" valign="top">The restored shopping complex area in the famed sule bazaar outside the Achutraya temple is geometrically perfect. With the shadows creating a synchronous design, it is really a wonder as to how they have thought of everything to perfection. Though I imagine for them all this was just another day of work in their life.
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<td align="left" valign="top">Please follow part 3 of this journey <a href="https://tharanginib.blogspot.com/2018/10/hampi-monochromatic-viewpoint-part-iii.html" target="_blank">here</a>.
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<td align="left" valign="top">The family sat on the top most available rock in the area, looking down at us curiously. Serving as the vantage point, it was comfortable and spacious enough for an entire troop. All the Langurs on this rock were mothers with their young.
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<td align="left" valign="top">Another smaller family of macaques sat on a different rock soaking in the warmth of the rock lazily while the younger ones were up to their own mischief, exploring the terrain. With hardly any predators around these families are quite comfortable and thriving here and it is not uncommon to see large families moving around here and there.
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<td align="left" valign="top">Bhima's gateway was being guarded by multi legged giant millipede. It was the breeding season and the young ones were just entering into this world in a swarm and there were swarms everywhere oozing out their nests. It was easy to miss them when they just look like red patches on the mud. Only when you look closer and see them swirling around, you realize they are more then just a patch on the ground. </td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">And who can leave out this king from the blog, the great Indian Eagle owl, the ruler of the canal, the silent hunter of the night, the noiseless flight master. I could not help myself in pulling out the brilliant orange eyes from the monochrome. They are hypnotizing after all..need I say more?
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<td align="left" valign="top">With that ending this 3 part blog on Hampi and a great big thanks to all of you who have managed to stay through it. For all those of you who have visited Hampi and know the ocean of mysteries, art and fascination it holds, you'll definitely know that neither 3 nor 30 nor 300 blogs can do justice to this place, but here is hoping one day I can bring in some of the lesser known aspects about Hampi also to you. Thank you.</td>
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So we decided to take a short trip, one floor above to my terrace where I had managed to accumulate a few potted plants and have a view of some trees that peep out from between the multitude of buildings that seem to crop up overnight. I call this series the 'Backyard designs', though ideally it should be named the terrace designs.<br />
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Eco friendly Fireworks.....The pollutants covered the sky. It was Diwali and every firework as pretty as they were, were equally making the air un-breathable. These little ones were just a weed growing everywhere and invading the pots, but in doing so they made their own statement, bursting out like fireworks and yet being so Eco-friendly. </td>
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Summer showers - The sweltering hot afternoon was suddenly invaded by dark menacing clouds and as the warning thunders and lightnings announced their arrival the summer showers poured down with glory and glee leaving their mark everywhere. There were no complaints as the soil drank thirstily and the leaves bathed in the cool sprays. </td>
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The gentle curve of the spinach plant was decked up in the pearls from heaven as the lonely ant on its way home stopped by to quench its thirst against the evening sky.</td>
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A windy afternoon...and none were spared, the leaves shook and rustled braving the impact, holding on the tree, being as brave as can be as the wind unleashed its fury in all its glory.</td></tr>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Is life really as complicated as it seems or is it just plain black and white and we add everything else in between just for our own entertainment. As much as we complicate life is it possible for us to equally simplify it and in doing so is it possible that we can realize life can be equally beautiful both ways. Photography has been more than just a passion for me, it has been something that has got me through some of the really crazy wacky times in life, a mode of expression and an escape route as well.<br />
This blog is dedicated to the simplicity of life, life in black and white, life without complications, life as beautiful as it is, no confusion....<br />
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In sync on a cloudy morning... </td>
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Looking for a foothold to escape extinction....</td>
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The Dart...</td></tr>
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Solitude amidst clutter...</td></tr>
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The art of grace...</td></tr>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The Langur Chronicles - 1 The tail held up high and proud, she gathered her young one in her arms, marching away, daring to disturb his game of chasing crows.The leader had summoned and it was time to move. So disciplined and well mannered they were that it was with a wistful wonder the thought crossed my mind, there is always so much we can learn from them....</td></tr>
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The Langur Chronicles - 2 . Young and cool with a funky hairstyle, the style and the tail, spirited to the boot, yet when the call came there was no hesitation, no doubt. It was time to follow the troop..</td></tr>
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The Langur Chronicles - 3. The tailless spirited young warrior of the troop flew across the walls, the loss of the tail not withstanding and definitely not diminishing any of the enthusiasm or energy in this young soul.....</td></tr>
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The Langur Chronicles - 4. The young one, still playful and with boundless energy followed his family as fast as his little legs would help him leap across the rocks. Being left behind was not an option....</td></tr>
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The mind and its mysteries, the thoughts, the confusion and the chaos. The beauty, the simplicity and the complexity. The clutter and the clarity.<br />
The State of Mind.<br />
Undecipherable.....</td></tr>
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And a slight variation to end with How about a bit of white on black, the morning puff** to warm up the day...<br />
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Tharanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029927641095743787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000049157867354342.post-65702980550887134422017-01-06T23:59:00.000-08:002017-01-07T00:00:57.766-08:00Bannerghatta - Breathing for Bangalore - A Film by Ashok Hallur & Padma Ashok<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A human body, smoking a couple of packs a day, choking on it and yet miraculously managing to survive because the lungs are making an extra effort to keep supplying oxygen to the body. Now imagine our city choking under the pollution of the innumerable and more vehicles that are on the road almost 24 hours a day, water-bodies turning into buildings overnight, trees making way for roads and basically struggling to breath and literally crumbling under this stress and yet surviving because of one patch of forest that is making an extra effort to supply oxygen to the oxygen starved city and keeping it going. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bannerghatta - Breathing for Bangalore brings into focus the one lung space near Bangalore the entire city is dependent on for its daily dose of breathable air. Despite the city fast closing in on its fringes and no other lung space to support the city to this extent the Bannerghatta forest range continues to breath for the city, keeping it alive.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">An effort by Padma Ashok and Ashok Hallur brings to light the every aspect of this beautiful piece of forest and what makes it so indispensable to the garden city that is fast losing all its gardens and greens. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The effects of these can be seen and felt in our daily lives with a drastic increase in the temperatures and decrease in the rainfall that is making it very clear about the direction in which we are headed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bannerghatta, after being declared a protected area in 1971 has been the home for many diverse species right from the tiniest of the insects to the gentle giants- the Asian Elephants while continuing to maintain its rejuvenating pristine beauty that comes from the various flora of the forest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This however does not come without its share of daily challenges in the form of poaching, farming in the forest fringes, exploitation of the forest produce and all these resulting in increasing man animal conflict, the decreasing forest space leading the animals directly towards the human habitats, the challenges are many , yet there are those who care and strive to keep this vibrant ecosystem alive and functioning. The link between each species , between every prey and predator and between them and us is extremely delicate as well as immensely intricate and important. The slightest disturbance to this balance will very well lead to the domino effect and is definitely going to impact the human world too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">While the forest watchers and officials face the challenge of keeping the elephants and gaurs from straying into the villages everyday, it also becomes the moral responsibility of every citizen of Bangalore as well as all areas surrounding Bannerghatta to ensure that this oxygen factory remains healthy and thriving if we have to benefit from it in the future too. It is also our responsibility to reduce the stress on this forest area by developing a lot more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Though the tree plantations have their role to play, the importance of maintaining the indigenous varieties is immense to ensure the conservation of biodiversity of these forests. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bannerghatta is more than just a holiday spot. This forest is working very hard for us and there a few people who are working very hard to keep this forest alive while we benefit from its daily supple of oxygen to this choking city. Isn't it our responsibility too to do our bit? What we need is maybe another revolution, a tree revolution and tree revolutionaries to ensure Bannerghatta does not stand alone and vanish into the oblivion. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bannerghatta - Breathing for Bangalore brings to us all this and more in the most precise and crisp manner with all benefits, problems and solutions and will hopefully inspire many more to join towards making an effort to help the forests thrive. If the forests thrive, we thrive.<br /><br />A few images and a small clipping from the film. It is set to be released soon. Do watch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was with great indignation, upon reading the news that 24 trees were going to face the axes for a new bus terminal at Kalasipalaya, that we (Vijay Nishanth [ you can contact him on Vijay@vruksha.com] and myself) set out to document the trees and almost 8000 of parakeets that roost in those trees despite the obvious mess and pollution and indescribable noise levels all around. We had to make 3 attempts to get all the details. With the kind cooperation and the support of a local temple priest we managed to get access to the temple roof and a rather shaky metal scaffolding from where we had a vantage point and view of the entire place.</span></div>
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side barren... other side with sparse disappearing greenery....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">It was immediately obvious to us that the trees that would face the axes were the only ones in that entire area, taking in the pollution of almost on a rough estimate 500 buses and innumerable other vehicles. It was also extremely difficult to even imagine as to how all the parakeets came to roost there despite the pollution.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Shimmering dust in the evening </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">light...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">One of the home to the 8000 parakeets...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">and un-breathable air...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">By 5:45 pm the families started returning home. First it started in small batches and then we were surrounded by parakeets all around. The fading light and the sun against us permitted only some really pretty silhouettes in the evening, but the sight was incredible. The trees were soon full and very surprisingly the noise of the traffic actually drowned in the parakeet calls.</span><br />
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knew however one more visit would be necessary to get these birds in good light
or at least enough light to be able to see them well. But as we said our thanks
and goodbye to the temple priest we heard another side to the story too. This
area, the 1st one to get electricity in all of Asia was still the most
filthiest place. The roads, the footpaths all dumped with garbage, stink all
around and how did people even live there? He was glad that at last something
good is happening to that area. We knew then that we had to cover both sides of
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">We understood that this area needed development and there was no denying that, but the trees in this area were the only one to take in all the poison and clean the air to whatever extent they could besides of course being the home for these really strong heart parakeets. So where is the solution? This place needs both CLEAN and GREEN... Is there any option to achieve both? Can there be alternate greening? These people deserve cleanliness. The temple priest had a valid point by wanting the area near the temple to be clean. The vendors who spend their day in the filth in an effort to make a living deserve a better place, but we also need the trees to compensate for the pollution and all the poison in the air from what is possibly one of the most congested and polluted areas of Bangalore... So you tell us cannot development and environment go hand in hand instead of being in eternal combat with each other?<br /><br />The threatened species of trees are : </span><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Rain tree, Copperpod, Peepal , Eucalyptus species</span></span></div>
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Tharanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029927641095743787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000049157867354342.post-28223801179680061222016-11-27T22:47:00.000-08:002016-11-27T22:52:43.147-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: 12px;">This small poem was written by me more than a decade ago,. I do not remember which indiscriminate chopping of our green friends led me to pen this, but for some reason I did not share it then. <br /><br />However nothing has changed over the last few years, with trees continuing to be the silent victims. I suppose this poem will very much echo the sentiments of all the tree lovers worldwide.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">IF ONLY TREES
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Wouldn’t
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If
all our trees could run and save their lives.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">From
the axes and machetes and the wrath of the human race.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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blind murders of our green friends, such disgrace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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we create the rains?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So
essential for growing our grains.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Can
we recreate nature’s beauty?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">That
our trees endow upon us in such great bounty.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Can
we create fresh air to breath?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Can
we produce food for all to eat?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The
birds and beasts are fast becoming extinct !<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When
are we going to sit up and think?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Of
the consequences we are well aware..<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Yet
we choose to close our eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Wouldn’t
it be really nice…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If
all our trees could run and save their lives.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Do
we have all the answers for the children of tomorrow?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Can
we tell them that the natural calamities <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Are
results of our destructive activities.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Can
we offer them a solution<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">For
the all around pollution.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Will
it be too late when we realize finally,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We
cannot cut our trees indiscriminately.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Since
we fail to analyze….<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Wouldn’t
it be really nice…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If
all our trees could run and save their lives.</span></span></div>
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He was a hungry child sitting on the edge of a delicate looking branch mouth wide open and calling constantly. Mrs.Bulbul appeared looking pretty much harassed and weary with a big caterpillar she had scooped from somewhere. Anything to make him stop crying. "Good lord" she said " How did you grow to be so big? " as her head almost disappeared into his mouth while feeding him. "It is all your dad's fault" she muttered as he looked equally harassed trying to get food for the two more hungry heads yelling from the nest. "I told him to lay off the fatty diet he was on, he never listens". <br />
" I hear you wife" he yelled. "This big fellow is all because of the bread you have been hogging on from the last house on the road. I told you they were up to no good. Now see what you've to handle". But Mrs.Bulbul had already left to find more food for her big hungry child. "How did I even survive laying such a huge egg? Ouch!!!!" she thought to herself as she looked for more food while glancing at the last house on the road for some of those tasty bread they left out. Today there was none. the crows must have gotten there earlier.<br />
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However, she was glad to have her husband's help in feeding the smaller kids while the larger one was her's to handle. They were after all the Bulbul family and this was the first time they had been nestjacked by the neighborhood Asian Koels, but they were too busy feeding the hungry mouths to realize that. It always happened to someone else.<br />
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This she was hoping would be the last trip of the day before her brood went for their nap. She wanted to find something really special for her big hungry child she had in a weird way grown very fond of. She felt protective of him and hoped he would be ok with her other regular sized kids. "Wait" she thought to herself. "Is he really a he or is he a she. He looks so different." But her thoughts were interrupted by the grasshopper that was to become her kid's next meal.<br />
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After her last trip of the day, she sat beside him on the branch to roost. He was still too young, but he might just squish his siblings if he tried to fit into the tiny nest. So as Mr.Bulbul babysat the Bulbul kids, Mrs.Bulbul sat next to Big-Happy. That's what she decided to name him. For some reason other than being always hungry, he just seemed to be Happy and Big-Hungry sounded plain rude.</span><br />
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"Good Morning Mamma" Big-Happy said as Mrs. Bulbul almost fell off the branch. Wow, those were his first words. "Good Morning son.." His crying voice that had sounded so much like a crow's voice giving Mrs. Bulbul quite a few nightmares, had suddenly turned into a pleasant sweetness.<br />
" Mamma, I am big now, let me help you get some food for all of us" Big-Happy said. <br />
Before she could react, neighboring Aunty Bulbul saw Big happy and said "Oh goodness so it is true, you have been nestjacked" .<br />
"I've been what???"<br />
"Nestjacked, you silly, haven't you heard? "<br />
"I've no idea what you are talking about, have you been visiting 'those flowers' again? talk straight"<br />
" Ok ok... I've been talking to the local Mynas. They have been watching you. Your's is a rare case. It happens more often with the Mynas. This fellow is not your child. He is an Asian Koel kid"<br />
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Big-Happy was not very happy to see Aunty Bulbul. But she was the morning local news after all and there was no avoiding her. He could barely understand what she was saying but his mamma was looking positively worried.<br />
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After a few minutes she came to Big-Happy and said "Ok son... I guess you've been adopted. It is official. But then don't you worry about it. You will continue to be my son". Well that was one mystery solved, Big-Happy was happy he was not a freak of nature in a Bulbul's world. Mrs. Bulbul was happy she could eat as much bread as she wanted from the last house down the road. She was not responsible for the egg from which Big-Happy was born and Mr. Bulbul could continue on all the fatty diets he wanted.<br />
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Aunty Bulbul was more than a bit disappointed. She did not deliver the news to see relieved faces, so she left to collect more juicy gossip for the next day's local news.<br />
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One day as Big-Happy and Mrs. Bulbul were getting back from foraging, he was a quick learner and a fast flyer, his brother and sister were just getting their final flying lessons, they saw Grandpa Koel perched on a branch quietly observing all the voracious youngsters from the last breeding season around him. All the other birds had come to accept the unusual bonding between Mrs. Bulbul and her son Big-Happy who was always there for his mother. <br />
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There was also a bit of jealousy and maybe a few To-let boards for Koels going up in a few nests. If the new generation of Koels was going to be like this, they all wanted to have their share of one. <br />
The crows looked a bit confused. "Has our work been outsourced to the Bulbuls?, are the Koels laying off crows?" But Big-Happy was oblivious to all the commotion he was causing. He just wanted to help his mamma the way she had taken care of him.<br />
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"Go talk to Grandpa Koel" she said. "He will be able to tell you more about being a Koel than anyone else, he has been around a long long loonnnngggg time". He did look that way. So Big-Happy went and said " Good Morning Grandpa, can you tell me all about being a Koel?"<br />
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"Sing, have fun, distract the crows when your wife wants to lay an egg in their nest, Sing, Have fun". said Grandpa.<br />
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"That's it? but then why is my mamma a bulbul? what about building nests? raising kids?"<br />
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Grandpa laughed "Now I've finally seen it all" he said. " Kid, you are a Koel, Koels do not build nests and raise kids and your mamma is a Bulbul because your Koel Mother missed the Egg laying class in school. She did not know the difference between a crow's nest and a Bulbul's nest. Now Goodbye" .<br />
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Big Happy sat next to Grandpa Koel as he snored and thought for a while. He then flew to Mrs. Bulbul and said "Grandpa Koel asked me to learn to build a nest from you". Mrs.Bulbul's mouth opened wide. The Mantis she had caught for lunch hopped away with a second lease of life. This is not what she expected of Grandpa Koel. She would have to have a word with him tomorrow. <br />
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But Mr. Bulbul who was now comparatively relaxed reacted rather positively. "I've got just the thing for you." he said. "I've used this all my life and now seems to be a right time to hand it over to you" as he handed over a well worn copy of "Nest Building for Dummies" to his gleeful adopted son.<br />
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Mrs. Bulbul was changing all sorts of colors much to excitement of the local bird watchers and photographers. She would be the star of their facebook page that evening. Grandpa Koel could wait. Her husband would be the one at the receiving end tomorrow.<br />
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Big-Happy was very very happy and excited as he read, pondered, devoured, digested every word in the book and started building prototypes and models. The other Koels around looked at him wearily. "Hope this is not a new trend." After all we are supposed to "Sing, have fun, distract the crows when your wife wants to lay an egg in their nest, Sing, Have fun". <br />
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But Big-Happy had no friends in the Koel world and was lost in his world of building nests, perfecting them, giving them roofs, nurseries, food storage areas, play areas, kid proofing the corners as a sweet voice above him said "what are you doing? " He saw the most beautiful bird he had ever seen with voice that was as sweeter than the sweet bread from the last house on the road.<br />
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"Who are you? " he asked . <br />
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"I am a koel' she said. <br />
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"But I am a Koel and you do not look like me, nor like old Grandpa Koel sitting on that branch" <br />
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"I am a girl, you silly, did you not go to the Koel school? now tell me what are you doing."<br />
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"Well, Girl Koel, I am building a nest."<br />
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"My name is Soft-Flight and Koels do not build a nest we Sing, have fun, you distract the crows when we girls want to lay an egg in their nest and we Sing, Have fun".<br />
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He rolled his eyes, uff what is with all the singing and having fun, he had work to do. But she was so beautiful and he was a bit curious about her, so he said " Hey, would you like to see my prototype of nests, you can then judge for yourself ." <br />
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"Hmm Interesting" she thought while glancing around for the nearest exit and mentally scolding herself for walking into this one. But her curiosity of a Koel who builds nests got better of her.<br />
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"So which one is yours'" she asked glancing at all the various nests of all shapes and sizes all over the tree.<br />
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"All of them" He said. "I've been practicing."<br />
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"But they are all occupied" she said<br />
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"Yes, been renting them out, and that on top" he said pointing to the most grand looking nest of all, "that's the one I made for my mamma and dad".<br />
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"I'll be back" she said as she took off to clear her head and possibly pinch herself a bit to return to reality. All this was so way off from what they taught at the Koel school, "Sing, have fun.........." so simple and this fellow had to turn the whole Koel world upside down?<br />
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But she did return, she was curious and as she saw more and more of what Big-Happy had created, broken the tradition, she was impressed and soon Big-Happy was more happy as Soft-Flight joined him in making nests.<br />
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Oh yes not to forget, all the bird watchers and bird photographers were having a field day. Koels building nests, now that was something huge.<br />
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"Who are these people? " asked Soft-Flight to Big Happy. "Not sure" he said.. "but they seem to have no where to go and they keep the crows away. Maybe we can build them some nests after we are done with ours."<br />
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Finally Big-Happy and Soft-Flight had their own nest perfected and ready. Mr & Mrs. Bulbul were impressed and rather proud. <br />
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Aunty Bulbul was turning a pretty shade of green with envy as the bird watchers desperately tried to look up the bird books to figure out what species she belonged to. <br />
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Mr. Bulbul had the perfect housewarming gift for the young Koel couple - Raising Kids For Dummies- as Big Happy and Soft-Flight officially became the first Koel couple to build a nest and raise 3 beautiful kids.<br />
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So what next for Big-Happy and Soft-Flight? Last I heard they were touring the country conducting workshops for a new generation and breed of Urban Koels. <br />
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Aunty Bulbul still has a To-let board in her nest. <br />
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Mr & Mrs Bulbul are enjoying their retirement and the tasty bread from the last house in the road.<br />
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Disclaimer - The events, birds and people depicted in the story are totally absolutely and completely ficticious, all existing only in my mind and imagination. Any and all similarity to any Koel, bulbul, Mynas, Crows, person, living or dead is purely coincidental and frankly a miracle. <br />
No offense to any photographer ,bird watcher or entrepreneur is intended in any manner ( me being all three, I should know).<br />
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If you have had the patience to read through all this, I salute you. If not, then you may have not reached this sentence, so it does not matter.<br />
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Dedicated to all the Koels and Bulbuls all over for entertaining us with their sweet melody.<br />
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For someone like me who is accustomed to traveling at least once a month the past year has been drier than the dunes of Sahara. So when the opportunity came to visit a place that I hold really close to my heart, it was like a much needed shot in the arm. Hampi was beckoning again and I was ever so ready...Well I was, but little did I reckon that I would still have to face the jinx that has kind of really active in blocking my travels for a while now.<br /><br />
We had made plans to leave by 6am, to reach there by lunch at least. We= me + Friend A +Friend B. <br />
( Oh, I am not withholding names to protect anyone's identity, just respecting their privacy and space.)<br />
Alarms were set, bags were packed, all I had to do was get ready and leave.<br />
But my dear phone decided it was time to drain the battery and shut off. I woke up in alarm to realize the alarm had not alarmed me and I had a dead phone and a Friend with no directions to my place. All the numbers were safe in my phone which refused to boot up. It was 6 a.m.<br /><br />
I guess those were the most productive 45 mins of my life and we were finally out by 6:45am..(avoiding all details for the highest good of all concerned... :) ) Whew it did feel good to be out on the road again. Thanks to some excellent driving and the mercy of the universe to keep the traffic at an minimum, We did manage to reach our destination by 12:45pm.<br /><br />
On the way Friend A asked for some Fevi-bond to fix a loose sole and Friend B said "I also need some to fix a loose sole" and I hid a smirk and a sigh of relief that my footwear was brand new, bought just the previous evening so that was one less thing I had to worry about. Sigh!!!Little did I know.......<br /><br />Stepping into the Nature camp, we felt like kids entering into a playground. This was home. We were greeted with an amazing lunch and the most beautiful Coppersmith Barbet which Pompayya Sir pointed out to us. He was our guide and companion for the next 3 days and I am sure everyone who has been there would agree that a trip to Hampi would not be the same without Pompayya sir around.</span>
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Day 2 - Friend B had earlier tried to help and fix my footwear with the Fevi-Bond, ( I still have to repay for that) but to be on the safer side as we started our day I took my bright pink bathroom flip-flops as a back up. It proved to be a wise decision. But then maybe bright pink was lucky as we came across this beautiful bird soon after.<br /><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: "arial";">Oh the day was not yet over....there was one more session left for the night, we still had to look for nightjars who for some reason were very silent this trip. <br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: "arial";">Maybe I should wear those bright pink flip-flops more often on birding trips. This by far had proven to be the most productive and fulfilling day ever, though Friend B made yet another attempt to fix my footwear. (His reputation was at stake.. :) ) <br />We retired after the most amazing dinner. The night was warm, the insects sang their lullaby, clouds obscured the stars. Mercifully the electricity stayed put and the fan circulated the warm dry air with a monotonous drone as we dozed.<br />
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Day 3 was reserved for the essence of Hampi, where the ruins never grow old (Pun intended). Mornings always are so pleasant and we chose to make the best of it by heading for the Matanga hills. How could we leave Hampi without a glimpse of the Yellow Throated Bulbul.<br />
We heard them, saw them dive into the shrubs but just not for long enough.<br />
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<td align="left" valign="bottom"><span style="color: #aaaaaa; font-family: "tahoma";">One of them was kind enough to oblige for a precious few seconds, not before leading us on a merry dance jumping from rock to rock that would have made any macaque envious.</span></td></tr>
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<td align="left" valign="bottom"><span style="color: #aaaaaa; font-family: "tahoma";">Worn out stairs from the river lead to a small Mantapa. How did they make this among so many boulders, so simple, fitting right in and so elegant.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: "arial";">We were forced to wind up early due to the unexpected rise in temperature. Cool coconut water was devoured with frenzy.They can be real life saver. Much needed lunch at the 'Mango Tree' to restore the energy levels and a much more needed quick visit to the cobbler later we were back at the nature camp. This time there was no remorse about having to get back, since the whole trip was so satisfying and fulfilling. Our hearts were full and we would be back.<br /> If I can describe Hampi in one word, it would be 'addictive' . No matter how many times you visit the place, it always has more magic to offer, more questions to think about, more curiosity aroused and more things to notice which have been missed in all the earlier trips. You can visit Hampi for a day, for a week, for a whole month even and can still have the most precious experience. the rocks still have those vibrations, lean against one, run your hands on any of the carvings, feel it with your heart, just listen, the magic comes alive. It is one place where the number of footfalls has not diluted any energy. We felt it and hope you can too.
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</div>Tharanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029927641095743787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000049157867354342.post-22008183047436358662014-01-27T20:12:00.000-08:002014-01-27T20:12:06.112-08:00Macaques - Emotions unlimited.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Here is an attempt to capture some of the many behaviours, expressions and emotions. It is a compilation of the shots that have been captured over a period of time and here is hoping it captures your imaginations too. </span><br />
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To hang out with, to share a few words, to converse, to gossip, to rave and rant with, to tear you hair out with, to eavesdrop with, to shed our tears with, to share your joys with, to laugh, to shout, to work, to play with, to travel with , to do nothing with, to look at the stars together or gaze at the pouring rain, the walk in the beach, having fun at a bad movie, to call in the middle of the night or to wake you up on a dull day.... how is any of this possible without a friend by the side....</span></td>
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And so went on the interaction with a Moooooommyyyyyyyyyy helppppppppp<br />
he is chewing on my finger <br />
to don't bother me kids... go play elsewhere,<br />
My funky hairdo did not impress her,<br />
All I want to do is sulk and stare.<br />
I wish I could state what else went on in their minds,<br />
But well aware if I do so I'll be tagged in their kinds.<br />
This really amusing interaction and watching these kids at play, the kind that keeps you smiling the whole day - </span></td>
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There are times when a well timed growl is necessary,<br />
whatever the reason maybe.<br />
Let it out,<br />
if needed shout,<br />
But once you are done,<br />
Relax and once again learn to have fun..<br />
Most importantly please do ensure,<br />
others are not a victim of your stress cure.<br />
Everyone has one of those days.<br />
Growl, but remember again to smile away..<br />
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Mother's arm,<br />
gentle yet firm and incomparably warm,<br />
In her arms,<br />
I know no fear,<br />as she holds me near.<br />I am without a care in the world,<br />Not when I am in her fold.<br />This is for me,<br />Best place in the world to be.
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The hands came together in a silent prayer to save our environment from further brutalities. Let's get together and be kind to the world we live in. After all it is the only one we have. Let's get together and pray - and implement a safe environment for one and all.</span></td>
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Through the arms of his mother,<br />
He looked out in wonder,<br />
It was his window to the world,<br />
A little scared, a little bold,<br />
With shining eyes,<br />
Trying to analyse,<br />
From the arms of his mother,<br />
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The young one in a wembrace,huddled on to his mother as her strong arms crossed over him protectively allowing him to take a sneak pek of the world around that he would soon explore. Till then he would be in the close vicinity of the most powerful security in the world for him, in the arms of his mother.</span></td>
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Her Fingers bleeding, leaving a stain on her young ones tiny head, yet her grip firm enough to provide all the support despite her pain as the young one slept blissfully unaware in the most comfortable bed known to him. His mother's arms. A slight grimace once in a while was all that indicated her pain as she held steady with the barest of the movement lest she disturbed her dearest ones deep slumber. Who else can the bleeding finger belong to but a mother...</span></td>
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So what if I was naughty, that's what kids are meant to be,<br />Sitting on the lone branch on this tree,<br />Oh cant you see,<br />I long to be free.<br />Care to be friends with me?</span></td>
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A little tale of a tail,<br />
to impress without fail,<br />
A Monkey's best friend,<br />
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none to play with and yet never alone,<br />
A tail to hang around till the day is done.</span></td>
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The setting sun shot his flames up into the sky setting the macaque on fire as he glowed in full glory surrendering to the power of the fiery ball of fire the provider of all essentials and life on earth. The heat was immense and yet the beauty of every single being set alight that evening could not be ignored.</span></td>
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Brothers and what more need I say, never still for a minute even after repeated request to sit still. While one found his brother's ears to be a tasty morsel, the other chewed on his mother's tail and tried rock climbing using it as a support. It was with incredible difficulty that 2 pairs of curious eyes peered into the camera for a split second before they were off to drive their mother crazy again.</span></td></tr>
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Happiness is everywhere, you just have to look for it...the completely engrossed young one amusing itself with every single nook and crack in the bark of the tree, knowing so well how to find the innocent joy hidden there while the mother clearly displays her undisguised boredom. <br />
As we lose the curiosity in life, we also tend to take a lot of things for granted. But just look around, there is a lot of happiness to be found.</span></td>
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The summers however can be very warm but evenings pleasant. Winters feel like winters and the rains paint the town green.<br />
This place, as beautiful as it may be also faces a huge battering in the form of rash motorists who ignore every rule as they speed to keep their date with their destinations.As a result he number of road kills are also high in this place, despite rules and closing of Forest check post gates.<br />
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The animals and birds however continue to keep their peace, taking their leisurely strolls on the roads or sometimes hurriedly scampering across, they have learnt to adapt, even if we have not, to live, to sustain and beautify their domain.
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And so went on the interaction with a 'Mommmmmmy Helllpppppppp he is chewing on my finger' to 'don't bother me kids ... go play elsewhere,<br />
My funky hairdo did not impress her,<br />
All I want to do is sulk and stare.'<br />
I wish I could state what else went on in their minds,<br />
But well aware if I do so I'll be tagged in their kinds.<br />
Kids at play in Masinagudi.</span></td>
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<td valign="bottom" width="40%"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: Normal;">The little ones were fooling around, the older ones deep in gossip and preening each other. But this guy sat alone and sulking, oh those in between years. <br />
So what if he was naughty, that's what kids are meant to be,<br />
Sitting on a lone branch on this tree.<br />
He sulked and grumbled.<br />
There was no one to see,<br />
Naughty is what kids are meant to be.</span></td>
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<td valign="bottom" width="40%"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: Normal;">An upside down world, but not to me,<br />
The view from here is great to see,<br />
The trees the barks the air fresh and free,<br />
This my friend is the way to be.<br />
Lead your life the way you see fit,<br />
What others may think will not help you one bit.<br />
This may be the prophecy to follow,<br />
If only the others around me allow.<br />
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<td valign="bottom" width="40%"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: Normal;">A piece of experimental processing to give the shining blue and brown bundle of feathers with the shiniest beak and the sharpest eyes, the respect it deserves.Standing patiently till an unsuspecting prey swims by and even as we start praying for the prey to make a quick entry, a swift splash, the drama is over even before it has begun. Back to the waiting again. <br />Patience is indeed a huge virtue and who else to teach it better then a bundle of bright blue and brown feathers.</span></td>
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Unblinking eyes scan the road ahead,<br />
It does not show any fear,<br />
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A gaze probably for someone very dear.</span></td>
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We have been taught as kids to look before we cross the road and now the animals and birds seem to be instinctively learning this. Walking over the freshly tarred roads diverging through the forests, the brilliant greens striking up the most exotic contrast with subtle hints of browns and greens painting the background. <br />
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With an elegant step, she turned her graceful neck, a pause, a stance, she slowed and posed, her wide pretty eyes hinting a trace of anxiety and yet abundance of confidence. Her sisters crossed in a hurry, but she had her grace and charm and she did not hesitate to blow our minds away with it. The lady, the winner, born to model and not one to hesitate in stealing the show.<br />
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<td><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: Normal;"> A common bird, the Great tit, but this bird has managed to give me the nightmares. Strange as it may sound every single pic I've ever clicked of this little one has always managed to be stirred, shaken and blurred. Else it was on the dark side of the light or one tiny leaf or twig would always strategically came over the head. It was after an incredible penance that I managed to get this little 'common bird'.</span></td></tr>
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hiding his head in the shadows, <br />
avoiding the sunlight's glance.</span><br />
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glint in the eye caught just by chance<br />
before he took off again to do the fanciful flycatcher's dance.<br />
Gracefully darting around,<br />
catching every insect he found,<br />
before the tiny yellow grey fellow again settled on the branch. <br />
The Grey Headed Canary Flycatcher.</span></td>
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Tharanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029927641095743787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000049157867354342.post-69276169042005811562013-04-16T10:11:00.000-07:002013-04-16T10:11:07.282-07:00BR Hills Magic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<td align="left" valign="top">A place so beautiful and so generous. She has always bestowed us with something so incredibly beautiful each time. She is the BR hills. Be it an abundance of bird sightings or Mammals running across, be it the gorgeous forest, draped in green and painted with reds, yellows and orange in between with the sweet gentle perfume of the many fragrant flowers and leaves seductively luring her many admirers again and again into her arms as the magical calls of the various birds flows like music into our ears. <br />
At night she drapes herself in a diamond studded attire with the stars shooting across the sky and the gentle breeze caressing the souls of those who seek peace in her. Many salutations to one of the most beautiful forests I've visited.</td>
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An alert blue jewel, a call so teasing that you could fall in love with the caller, a glimpse so fleeting, that you cannot but thirst for more, a handsome stance, it was luck perchance that he happened to hop on a perch so fantastic, tail held up, ready to jump back into the shrubs he had appeared from, and yet graceful enough to favour the desperate eyes that had far longed to view him at such close proximity. Forever in love - Malabar Whistling thrush (Male) in BR Hills.</td></span>
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The Blue rock thrush female, to the rays of the sun she told,<br />
Her best step forward, her head turned to pose,<br />
No longer drab, not even close.<br />
The rays of the sun most obligingly<br />
showered her with his golden rays so lovingly.<br />
She sat she basked,<br />
who is the prettier one, she asked...<br />
The Blue rock thrush female sitting on the bark,<br />
As the golden sun painted her pretty frock....</td></span>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Disguised as 'Nilam' the cyclone, a blessing followed us all the way to Muthodi and Chikamagalur. As we stuck our heads out of the car and gazed up at the dark grey clouds that seemed to stretch forever and silently giving up all hopes of any photography whatsoever, we kept going in the torrential rain but as we turned towards Muthodi, we could barely breath, our jaws hung open at the sheer beauty of the forest soaked to the last leaf, adorned with the shimmering pearls of water droplets and nothing else but the sound of the water gushing somewhere underneath to keep us company, made the scene almost like one out of some fantasy movie. The sighting of a chestnut headed bee eater, a lifer, raised our excitement, but after that the birds seemed to have hidden themselves in the comfort of their cosy hideaways and we spotted nothing.<br />
Reaching our destination late afternoon with nothing to do other than watching and listening to the rain from the wet porch as the leech found their way between our toes to make a hearty meal, we wondered if this is how we had to spend the next four days. But then each time the rains subsided the jewels began to shine.
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The rain subsided, the chaos took over and we did not have to look far.<br />
One of the many jewels from Muthodi,the Ruby throated Bulbuls seemed to be everywhere,as they danced around without a care.<br />
A bane to some but a boon to many, the Nilam that wrecked havoc, brought out the food in plenty.<br />
We stood there with unbelieving eyes, <br />
The reds and yellows, a pleasant surprise,<br />
From the curtains of rains they were freed,<br />
They came in flocks, they came to feed.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Circumstances made us shift to Chikmagalur. Unsure of what to expect we reached at 9pm in pitch darkness and an eerie silence. The place was new and every hanging root of bamboo managed to create a shape that made sure we would not forget it in a long while. The darkness held us in awe and the silence made us aware of our own breathing. Losing network often was not too helpful in finding the place as we had to backtrack to call again and again. We were again blessed as a good samartian saw our plight and rode ahead of us till our rooms were in sight.<br />
The next morning however we saw everything in a whole new light, no sunshine, but such a grand show by so many birds. The rains had ensured that the insects were in plenty at low levels. The party had begun, the birds having fun. A word from the wise, always look for the blessing in disguise.</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The tapestry draped over the canopy,<br />
The blues and the greens flowing gracefully,<br />
Grand laces and satins incomparable to this grand beauty,<br />
He took off, a flash of brown ,<br />
streaking across the canopy's gown,<br />
With immense grace, he set his pace...</td></span>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Slipping and sliding, cautiously I stepped out, the mud on the road making a rich creamy paste. I was not sure whether to look for birds or save myself from the numerous leech who jumped onto me as if I was a King's platter. He sat there bemused with an almost smiling look, as if I was out there to entertain him. Stand still you silly girl, then you may possibly get a shot of me. I did as he said and finally got a shot of this bird. The blue capped rock thrush. </td></span></tr>
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mimicking calls and flight so agile,
that we managed to just get a glimpse of the tail feathers disappearing through the thickets each time. But the tasty insects were too much to resist,<br />
from flying back and forth for a few moments, he did desist<br />
We got our shots and he took off<br />
impressing us without fail.</td></span></tr>
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made way to another beautiful night<br />
Flying tandem, yellow, blue and green splashing across the sky<br />
A roost to reach before the stars shone high<br />
It would not be long before darkness descended on the blue waters blanketing it in the cool breeze as heads would curl up in the cosy warmth of the feathers and tired eyes welcoming the long awaited rest.
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<td align="left" valign="top">A trip to hampi had long been in the to do list, waiting and fermenting. The dream was to photograph Hampi during the rains, the heat being replaced by the cooling showers, the dust making way for the lush greens. But as monsoon came and went barely making an impact even in the rain blessed areas, and drought looming large both with the absence of leaves from work and absence of the rains I could feel my dreams floating away with the monsoon clouds. <br />
After a couple of cancelled attempts we decided to hang on to the last straw available in the form of a long weekend early October and headed towards Hampi. Fortune does favour the brave, the patient and I guess in this case 'the desperate' with sudden rains following us all the way to Hampi from Bangalore.</td></span>
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<td align="left" valign="top">A frozen moment,<br />
a moment to be proud,<br />
I was not sure I would be able to do it,<br />
As they flew around in patterns crazy,<br />
while I awaited in anticipated frenzy,<br />
But the moment did happen,<br />
In a shutter's click the tern was frozen..<br />
a moment that makes me glad to be for now in the photography world,<br />
whatever the future may hold....</td>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The sprinkling of the raindrops on the sunshine's yellow,<br />
The gentle petals and a mood so mellow,<br />
the calm and peace,<br />
Of the gentle breeze,<br />
Makes me want to traverse those roads again,<br />
watch the sunflowers shine,<br />
Feel the wind on my face,<br />
Those are the days...<br />
The days I travel...<br />
are forever the best....</td></span>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Blessed by the sudden rains, the dry hot Hampi was almost unrecognizable as the new lives and greens <br />
sprouted with happiness, drinking in, quenching the thirst and feeling the weather soak in through every pore.<br />
Food was in abundance and so were the smiles, life moved at a leisurely pace, a drenched Hampi and magic<br />
all over the place. </td></span></tr>
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<td align="left" valign="top">In the realm of two in one, a slightly mysterious image for my friends, just for fun.<br />
They took off at the same time, one was a predator and the other a very brave one.<br />
Let me know dear friends can you decipher this image.
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<tr><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><td align="left" valign="top">And then the wings flashed open and one flew after another,<br />
of talons, wide spread wings and all the feather,<br />
the chase , the craze and the mad escape,<br />
A crazy game they played,<br />
Into the Eagle owl's territory,<br />
The dove had strayed...
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxz3w74sCyC6wwKBgRbWiFucPWXwNg7_ztblORWIbv16MpFU4p7sLsDFMRi1BzPpIzsUsqd-T5LMG3vxdxCb33_-ETe3mJBjID0vg2WUeZ35OldBTqW8U3XOEOCebzbR9qWSbK3b59fk/s1600/redavadavat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxz3w74sCyC6wwKBgRbWiFucPWXwNg7_ztblORWIbv16MpFU4p7sLsDFMRi1BzPpIzsUsqd-T5LMG3vxdxCb33_-ETe3mJBjID0vg2WUeZ35OldBTqW8U3XOEOCebzbR9qWSbK3b59fk/s640/redavadavat.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<tr><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><td align="left" valign="top">A flash of Red zipping around,<br />
Picking twigs and bits from the ground.<br />
As he sat and glanced behind, <br />
His confident gaze and absolute non-chalance<br />
did create a deep impact on our minds.
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NeCIjPiAg5sOjTnYC5_N1xlzs1cABfyl5HPfBmF5lKeuHUwdWj1l2j8O6gHlKqxnhsreSK4ModpVlKMJRhz5brqfOxeWfqv6IuZCEWEl2FFqhqMPTfANk8nwBvv_iwvELamfnRXCxe0/s1600/A+walk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NeCIjPiAg5sOjTnYC5_N1xlzs1cABfyl5HPfBmF5lKeuHUwdWj1l2j8O6gHlKqxnhsreSK4ModpVlKMJRhz5brqfOxeWfqv6IuZCEWEl2FFqhqMPTfANk8nwBvv_iwvELamfnRXCxe0/s640/A+walk.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><td align="left" valign="top">And then as we waited with bated breath, would they grace us with their presence today? Never having had the <br />
opportunity to witness such a spectacle before, anything would have been a blessing. But then as this majestic<br />
persona walked on to the stage, emerging from the greens like a black pearl with all the grace, we almost clapped<br />
our hands and shouted with glee, but we chose to celebrate with every single cam clicking away at a non stop<br />
speed. And then came another, one came with his brother, there were cubs with their mother... all in all it was an<br />
evening to remember... </td></span></tr>
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8MXVEGGY5mJGCkmHNKc2BiiPOtInXWvjH1SQSVu0W6dJpFa10ZROzlvlE4wpFJS6a2OzVt7H7M00N2bB38csOuHfBX4AD7409ggt-47cZuTj1jd4WBhyxV4F_zkB3HozkzdSQMgzDuo/s1600/Then+there+were+two.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8MXVEGGY5mJGCkmHNKc2BiiPOtInXWvjH1SQSVu0W6dJpFa10ZROzlvlE4wpFJS6a2OzVt7H7M00N2bB38csOuHfBX4AD7409ggt-47cZuTj1jd4WBhyxV4F_zkB3HozkzdSQMgzDuo/s640/Then+there+were+two.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<tr><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><td align="left" valign="top">& then there were two.....
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8y2WYqdC1PlRZ6CJ7NfDqb8_5IUnpec2zF_8KEPgC4STkuxMGn4wLrLkLfPDoazzt35pr4QSBgFEi5tJ2ZSbz7ctmWK5F6yIbhfUa-ni3nAINvC76Torfypu4U7zmtrZBJesDjzsu6Oc/s1600/The+Bear+Rock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8y2WYqdC1PlRZ6CJ7NfDqb8_5IUnpec2zF_8KEPgC4STkuxMGn4wLrLkLfPDoazzt35pr4QSBgFEi5tJ2ZSbz7ctmWK5F6yIbhfUa-ni3nAINvC76Torfypu4U7zmtrZBJesDjzsu6Oc/s640/The+Bear+Rock.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The stage was set,<br />
and the entrance she made was the best,<br />
with her cubs in tow,<br />
as she surveyed the rocks below.<br />
Safe it did seem to her,<br />
though the wait seemed to go on forever,<br />
Slowly, gently with the grace of a queen,<br />
She climbed down the rocks and ruins,<br />
The entrance was made,<br />
Dear queen take a bow,<br />
An amazing lady with her cubs in tow.
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Rxd2PtDULZW6aLr1oExvM2alkcHeRvfwlzjHFYtFmipOhyY6brWUYN3877KRTKL-wNCe2eGMLoAzHgLHjIFd1gRFc3WzpOYs8fCcUiJOISovc9CDqzvlHtAtvQZqf0OnEmbDOxOBZMw/s1600/3in1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Rxd2PtDULZW6aLr1oExvM2alkcHeRvfwlzjHFYtFmipOhyY6brWUYN3877KRTKL-wNCe2eGMLoAzHgLHjIFd1gRFc3WzpOYs8fCcUiJOISovc9CDqzvlHtAtvQZqf0OnEmbDOxOBZMw/s640/3in1.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<td align="left" valign="top">Each in his own world, busy, minding their own business, a silent communication they shared, together and yet<br />
apart. As they wandered in so they wandered out, a routine almost as clockwork as can be, but so endearingly <br />
charming as they came for their daily dose of something appetising. </td></span></tr>
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibqYf7Xvyj2rfAn2KtJ0qZMM6sC4q_7ksa1pDSoGIKfdCqqXXFUij4gLq6WG5_tIs9q0SBDykC14yO4SVFYiusTpBF2ExhwkaPhhBThtKv2VHiUW-88cFqsZKF-AJg3w5QDAEfni5egM/s1600/striking+a+pose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibqYf7Xvyj2rfAn2KtJ0qZMM6sC4q_7ksa1pDSoGIKfdCqqXXFUij4gLq6WG5_tIs9q0SBDykC14yO4SVFYiusTpBF2ExhwkaPhhBThtKv2VHiUW-88cFqsZKF-AJg3w5QDAEfni5egM/s640/striking+a+pose.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<td align="left" valign="top">it is still indeed an incredible feeling that just gushes through you as the bears march in one after another and I<br />
do not know if it was our luck or a regular scene as we were graced with the presence on not just one or two, <br />
but eight of them that just ambled in. After making Gbs and Gbs of shots and deleting an equal amount, I am <br />
trying to share just a few special shots.. </td></span></tr>
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QSfFUDdxxW8HQD6ZdEA_EK9vzObdEr4yU58lVi7epkHfsbDr0K_HfRdp-8mHYzFDfuT4hq03WyT6wOgnRDLXwFlEb42XcopYqvaM7EpIbgM6Q2TjjcNnDuOYPBCAAJpdQQz54XSqJEA/s1600/another+brick+in+the+wall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QSfFUDdxxW8HQD6ZdEA_EK9vzObdEr4yU58lVi7epkHfsbDr0K_HfRdp-8mHYzFDfuT4hq03WyT6wOgnRDLXwFlEb42XcopYqvaM7EpIbgM6Q2TjjcNnDuOYPBCAAJpdQQz54XSqJEA/s640/another+brick+in+the+wall.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<tr><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><td align="left" valign="top">All in all it is just another brick in the wall,<br />
The stones maketh way for a tiny fur-ball,<br />
Gazing out and beyond with unblinking eyes,<br />
The silent spectator, as the day flies.<br />
The dusk brings out the lives,<br />
But as the day dawns, this fur-ball,<br />
blends in to just another brick in the wall.
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfysERWkgTjqL-TMPnfx4xiEJey0g3R1iDjIUrwvy_7glKEB64R1LjmySIVeL8fIhCZR9My_y4HpNFoRLAdR0rJgzTrAlKia4QxMbxtElI57N9E-PRKhiqv7sBP51f9WkSHST4UmrK9R4/s1600/Hoopoe+feeding1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfysERWkgTjqL-TMPnfx4xiEJey0g3R1iDjIUrwvy_7glKEB64R1LjmySIVeL8fIhCZR9My_y4HpNFoRLAdR0rJgzTrAlKia4QxMbxtElI57N9E-PRKhiqv7sBP51f9WkSHST4UmrK9R4/s640/Hoopoe+feeding1.jpg" width="424" /></a>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The wall that may have protected the empires centuries ago, feeds the Hoopoe <br />
now. It goes about its duties tirelessly as we continue to gaze upon what was <br />
once inside of those walls and what is now on the outside. Do we ever glance<br />
upon the wall itself as it stands there silently watching the generations and <br />
generations of both mankind, birds and animals that have gone by. A tribute to<br />
the silent wall, the source of life to so many and the protector of life of the empires <br />
that have stood there.
Hoopoe feeding at a heritage site in Hampi.
Next time you<br />
are there feel the rocks with your hands. Feel the vibration, trust me... <br />
they do speak to you... all you have to do is listen. </td></span></tr>
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWvT7Gg_RILlBKq3ROSq9cC97P593bHqbNpjTlUFOcwe9vwDbl2M-3PrBhx7MfepDs8smohHTnnJ7oogUSdwnV7PNXOhJ1sKXL4ZlQUwqzES31dz-q8Z1vdDsWv2kL1YIbLCqUFJW7jU/s1600/Hoopoe+on+the+rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWvT7Gg_RILlBKq3ROSq9cC97P593bHqbNpjTlUFOcwe9vwDbl2M-3PrBhx7MfepDs8smohHTnnJ7oogUSdwnV7PNXOhJ1sKXL4ZlQUwqzES31dz-q8Z1vdDsWv2kL1YIbLCqUFJW7jU/s640/Hoopoe+on+the+rocks.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<td align="left" valign="top">The voice echoed all around and glancing back we noticed this one calling out in the most melancholy way <br />
probably searching for his mate amongst the ruins. the rocks did not answer back and he kept on his efforts<br />
tirelessly perched high on the ruins. Here is hoping his plaintive calls were well received. </td></span></tr>
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqjQeDUEJbWSKvmkvXJOsnpPwj0lRlMjibIa23kY0X7jo-oA06zuJpo6BhdHp1guzjWZZvq9zuNL5ejW5sTw9faxBlFC0aOpqZIhC6VgLRg9YcWUYadFOU9sX9-RNCLS3lTdW9ZOzEqs/s1600/Hoopoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqjQeDUEJbWSKvmkvXJOsnpPwj0lRlMjibIa23kY0X7jo-oA06zuJpo6BhdHp1guzjWZZvq9zuNL5ejW5sTw9faxBlFC0aOpqZIhC6VgLRg9YcWUYadFOU9sX9-RNCLS3lTdW9ZOzEqs/s640/Hoopoe.jpg" width="640" /></a>
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcU1bqq88bZLeIqyOpq13zWuCkNrunrub2hmqYC0PZFNrV29XrKf7i77bAERqIRqGSnaGH_pDC2KIC6GCgy_v1xg6QVBQcm3wvNtZva3UCyRyx9q1E0hy7p06dSsHTW1BMeSN0liymsg/s1600/twin+towers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcU1bqq88bZLeIqyOpq13zWuCkNrunrub2hmqYC0PZFNrV29XrKf7i77bAERqIRqGSnaGH_pDC2KIC6GCgy_v1xg6QVBQcm3wvNtZva3UCyRyx9q1E0hy7p06dSsHTW1BMeSN0liymsg/s640/twin+towers.jpg" width="462" /></a>
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<tr><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><td align="left" valign="top">The tail of the stones piled one above the other and yet she stands taller.<br />
The look in her eye made me wonder, was it sadness or the look of a mother,<br />
contemplating the strangers around her.</td></span>
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Tharanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029927641095743787noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000049157867354342.post-27488688222247321002012-06-15T02:02:00.000-07:002013-03-08T22:13:43.852-08:00Stealing their Colors<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td>There are times when exotic species to photograph are not within our reach and conditiions are not conducive to favour photography. On one such occasion when neither the species nor the place was uncommon, it gave me an opportunity to look at what was there with renewed interest, and I was really happy with what I saw.<br />
A visit to Ranganathittu on a day when the weather gods had decided to strip the sky of its blues and replace it with the greys.When the gods themselves chose monochromes, who are we mere mortals to defy it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">The young Painted Storks continued to feed blissfully unaware that their colors were being robbed from them. Was it ignorance or the audacious confidence of the youth in the knowledge that all they had to do was cross the threshold into adulthood and the colors would just flow back into them. </td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">He continued to preen as the shades of grey were becoming him. His almost amused looks seemed to ask ' you can take away my colors,but my good looks are mine to keep.' </td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">The flowing plumes in glowing white, He indeed made a spectacular sight with the breeding plumage in all its glory, he told a different story.</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">You cannot take away our colors, We have none. We are nature's own monochrome and that cannot be undone. They seemed to laugh and I laughed with them. So very true and I compliment you. I'll let your colors be for the world to see. </td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">Some have stars in their eyes, but I create my own, sending millions of droplets onto the sky. Tell me not, a shimmering sky looks better, when I can create my own starry sky with the shake of my feather.</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">The three musketeers gathered together and as they stood there, all for one and one for all, looking proud, handsome and tall. Their confidence, their deadliest weapon that they carried with aplomb, devoid of all colors, they still stood strong.</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">And a Tern of events as the most photographed inmate of Ranganathitthu stretches and poses, albeit looking profoundly bored</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">As I stand here I do feel strange, trying to blend in, trying to mingle, but then I do stand among friends and this does feel like home. maybe that's why I do feel on top of the world.</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">The wing span stretched to impress, the low flight, one of the many that would be undertaken, a look of awe, wonder, admiration and encouragement from friends and a suitably uninterested sibling dozing nearby. </td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">With an expression as stony as the rock he sits on, the eyes continue to twinkle though in quite amusement at the surroundings he surveys with such a calm demeanour, almost making us wonder what is going on in his head.</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">Another favourite inmate of Ranganathittu basks at the banks baring his fangs in eager anticipation of a tasty morsel of breakfast that might drop down unwittingly from the tree in a failed attempt to fly perhaps. Till then he chooses to display both his supreme patience and gleamy whites both equally strong.</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">And then it rained, it rained colors from heaven. The young ones emerged from their childhood and entered into their youth and soon they would sprout the lovely feathers in beautiful pink and black and make their parents proud.</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">The young ones were no longer drab and grey as their feathers started taking on a beautiful hue that was meant to stay. Like a flower that blooms, the juveniles were entering into a adulthood that was painted with a promising future.</td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left">Here I stand, a young adult painted with nature's frenzied hand in blazingly brilliant hues that none dare steal , but can capture and share. As much as I've had my share of blacks, whites and shades of greys, my pinks and oranges are mine for the rest of my days.</td></tr>
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</div>Tharanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029927641095743787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000049157867354342.post-42200935486313566402012-03-14T04:40:00.002-07:002013-03-08T22:14:52.321-08:00On World Sparrow Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the world sparrow day approaches, here is a look at the sparrows from the heart of the city like a busy Market area, an unknown street in the middle of a cosmopolitan city and a few places on the outskirts where they still continue to survive with the help of the people who live in these areas with some rather innovative ideas for sparrow conservation. Each one of them contribute in their own little way, but it makes a world of a difference to these sparrows. After all their survival depends on it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As the morning dawns over a bustling market area of the city.</span></div>
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<tr><td><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A previously familiar scene has now become a rarity</span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Is there still hope for them?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">So here is a typical house in the middle of a busy city, and what's special about it...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But then look at the surprise the tree holds for us</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">People still do care</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And the sparrows respond..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Food is not something to fuss about as the sparrows are known to eat over 800 different types of food</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">metimes</span> from very unlikely places as these two were seen foraging on the bottom of the leaves</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What can be better than a good bath after a nice meal. The tiles were freshly laid and had been wtered to allow them to set. The sparrows of course chose to make the best use of it and had a gala time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And a little romance perhaps... Location is not an issue at all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And they happily co-exist with us</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">There are others who care in their own way like this lady who puts out a glass of water daily for these little birds</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Putting up the most innovative nest boxes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">These are extremely popular with its inmates</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Is this what is called as a room with a view? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">All we need is a place in our heart for these sparrows. Then we can definitely help them proliferate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is believed that Sparrows build nest only in houses that have good Vastu. Whatever the reason may be, it certainly feels good to wake up to the happy chirping of these little birds. They are comfortable with most types of food and like we have seen, a cardboard box can make the most cozy nest for them. Let's do our bit in bringing them back to our homes and hearts.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ranganathittu, another heaven for those starting off into photography and experts alike. A place that offers you plenty of subjects to shot and as you evolve tests your ability to be creative with the same subjects. A place I rushed to as soon as I picked up my 40D and 70-300 Sigma, without IS. The perils of getting into bird photography with a lens without IS was soon realized. But that is the lens that helped me build a steady hand. Necessity is the mother of stability. Not all pics in this series are from 70-300 however. I was lucky enough to get my hands on a 100-400 L F4.5-F5.6 and have been holding on to it since. Sharing pics from that as well.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A Great Egret poses in its breeding plumage. a low exposure helped in achieving the naturally black background with mild touch ups below.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A flock of Black headed Ibis make their way to the river in the morning. It is always beautiful to watch their flight and the beautiful V pattern they make. But this day they were a small group.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And of course a resident Ranganathittu yawns (I hope that's what it is doing). The light was harsh and it was against the light, hence remained unprocessed in my system for almost 2 years now. 2 years changes a lot of things and when I rediscovered this pic, fell in love with it. I used the harsh lights to make a monochrome of this croc in action.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Indian cormorant with its beautiful Emerald green eyes basks in the sun after a good swim.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It is take off time for this painted stork after a good drink of water. It is amazing to see these birds in action. Every second there is something to click.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The spoonbill enjoys a bath. i would have really loved to compose these shots better. But initial reaction is to capture. With more visits it is easier to have pre-planned compositions in the head that can be executed the moment opportunity arises.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Nesting Swallows fly across the river. It is amazing to see the speed in which they fly in and out of the nests. It is almost a blur and an amazing challenge to click of course while ensuring the birds are not disturbed in any way.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The most famous resident of Ranganathittu. The river terns- So much that it is easy to get a full frame shot of them with a 4x Point and shoot cam. Of course the larger the lens it is better to stay that far behind, though even the boatmen take pleasure in taking you as close as possible to these terns, till your lens touches them, to demonstrate how comfortable they are. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">This pic is among my favourites just for the uniqueness in the pose and the diversity of the birds.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As the Spoonbill and Openbill pose together in the beautiful morning light giving the impression of a studio shot.</span></div>
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<br /></div>Tharanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029927641095743787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000049157867354342.post-80372890806124237252012-01-23T08:51:00.000-08:002012-01-29T01:56:39.967-08:00The journey begins..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My journey into the photographic world started in 2009, a journey that started with some tentative steps and grew into a love and passion as well as an amazing tool with which I could share my love for nature with fellow nature lovers. It is also a journey that introduced me to so many wonderful friends along the way. Here is sharing with you all a few of my steps from along the way.</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: "lucida grande", tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 14px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The starting point of photography, flowers, subjects that sit still and do not run away or fly away.. :) always look beautiful, no matter how badly the shot is clicked, the stepping stone to give us the hope that there is a photographer in each one of us. This pic, clicked way back in 2009, when I had just started off with my DSLR, reprocessed now with a thanks for giving me the hope, that I can also click... :)</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then of course I had to do the best with what lens I owned at that time, the 70- 300 sigma,(the macro functionality of which I was completely in love with ) also considering that birding with such a lens can offer more than a little bit of a challenge I stuck to flowers for a while.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Trying different compositions. Oh the thrill of managing to get a bee on a flower..at that point of time, indescribable..</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Lalbag of course providing excellent opportunities for every budding photographer, I spent a fair amount of time there too with my sigma 70-300</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Every click was a new learning experience, every flower was a new opportunity. Every weekend was a visit to lalbag</span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">The Journey continues......</span></div>
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