18 November, 2016

Looking for bliss

These are turbulent times - easily, the worst in my over two score years of existence. There is impatience, unrest, vehement pro/ anti news & views - here, there and everywhere! Often, I have wished that I could live far away from all of this - somewhere in a cave under the deepest sea!

On second thoughts, I could settle for transforming myself into a child again!

 Thoughts that came to me yesterday when I passed by these children on my way elsewhere...

Schools in Karnataka were shut yesterday - for Kanaka Jayanti. These kids had spent their morning making a small cart of sorts, using old bicycle tyres and sticks. They were on their way to the periphery of the forest nearby to collect firewood. When I caught them, they were thoroughly enjoying the tough time the calf tied to the yoke was giving them! It was quite obvious that he was in no mood to pull a cart on a  sunny afternoon.

 After appreciating their cart and exchanging a few pleasantries, I waved my byes to them. As I watched the receding team, I wished I was one of them. The calf.....for, he had his way!!

13 November, 2016

7-Year Blogiversary!

The year between the sixth and the seventh b'day of Alter Idem has simply flown by! I could manage only three posts in between. And, I am yet to score my century! 

I have noticed that it is not ONLY me. Most of the blogs that I follow have been going through this inactive, rarely- updated phase. No doubts.... we have been charmed by the likes of Facebook, Whatsapp, etc!

Speaking for myself, social media has also reduced the quality time I used to keep aside for reading - something that I'm realising now, when I have to come up with an interesting short story for the birthday post.  Thank goodness, my resolution for the anniversary post is to share a story that has stayed with me long after I have read it!

This year, I'll share a lesser known story from the Indian mythology - of how a tree came into existence.
I had read this story in a book called 'Brahma's Hair' by Maneka Gandhi. The book is a collection of myths and stories from all over the country - of about thirty sacred plants and trees, along with some historic and botanical details. 

One day, aeons ago, Indra, the king of the Devas, craved for Soma - the intoxicating brew consumed by the Devas. Unfortunately, Indra's pantry had run out of  Soma, and his orchard did not have the vine from which the drink was made. Now, this vine grew exclusively in a garden belonging to the Moon, and it was heavily guarded.
To ensure an unending supply of the drink, Indra decided to steal the vine, and a celestial bird was  commissioned to perform the task. In a surgical strike of sorts, the bird succeeded in catching the sentries off-guard and flew away with the vine.
One of the sentries though, recovered quick enough to shoot an arrow at the flying bird. The arrow missed the bird. But, it struck the vine, and one of the leaves from the vine fell to the earth. This leaf grew to be the Palash tree.

I do not know if some kind of a drink is brewed from any part of the Palash tree.....
 For the unfamiliar, here's a picture of the Palash Tree from my surroundings. During late winter - early spring, it lives up to its English name - Flame-of-the-forest.



15 August, 2016

The Spirit of I-Day

Like every year, it was a cold, rainy Independence Day morning here.

Like every year, at 8.00 a.m., I heard the drums and the other instruments of at least three school bands.

Like every year, it was my cue to take my position by the gate.

Like every year, I watched as the school kids and the teachers passed by - braving the rain and the puddles, walking in step, shouting patriotic slogans - the drummers and the trumpeters playing something random and ubiquitous!

Like every year, after they were gone, I turned indoors with one picture of the receding parade.

Like every year, I stepped into my home feeling an inexplicable cheer - for, THIS, more than the speeches, the messages, the renditions of patriotic songs,... keeps my patriotic spirits high on August 15th!!    

26 April, 2016

Draupadi's Garland

Last June, I had promised a sequel to this post. What I hadn't expected was that I would be back with my update in less than an year!!

Starting from where I had stopped.......

Last monsoon, this branch, with lots of wild orchid plants had landed near our gate from the tree across the road, and, I had decided to experiment with them..

As planned, I had potted a couple, placed one on a shrub in our garden and had left the remaining on the branch itself.

Until February, i.e., for about 8 months, they were looking exactly like how I had transferred/ let them be.  By mid - February, when the weather turned warm, the ones on the branch withered away. I was planning on keeping the branch until the end of the monsoon this year. But, before I could tell him, Chandrappa, my latest gardening help had thrown the branch away....

 The ones that I had placed on the Allamanda shrub have developed new roots and are showing signs of flowering. Of course, thanks to my earlier experience I'm  quite sure that sooner or later, these will flower.

Now, I wish I had placed more on other shrubs, leaving only one or two on that ill-fated branch!

 The first results of my experiment, however, have come from the ones I had planted in a pot - could be because I have provided them with some extra care (coconut water and some tea residue on a monthly basis).
 Now, orchids are planted in pots that have holes all over, in order  to aerate the roots. Pieces of bricks and charcoal, not sand/ soil, is used as the medium for growth.  

Around the last week of March, the plant had these tiny yellow flowers... totally different from the flowers in my earlier post. As there are very few flowers, I think I can safely refer to these as Draupadi danDe and the earlier ones as Seeta danDe.

 You know, quite coincidentally, the yellow orchids look very similar to the only other potted orchid in our garden!

06 March, 2016

Watching Bulbuls

I'm an unabashed admirer of birds......especially, their nest building skills.

Earlier on, I had made an attempt to record the happenings at a bulbul's nest (Here). Unfortunately, things hadn't proceeded as expected and the fairy tale ended even before it began.  Since then, whenever I see a pair of birds building a nest in our garden, I pray that things work out smoothly, and leave the birds alone.

However, a few days ago, it was a little too difficult for me to ignore. A pair of bulbuls had chosen to build their nest on the Bird's Head Birthwort creeper....almost touching the window of my office-cum-study.

Paragon of patience 
I tried to be as non-intrusive as possible as I watched all the comings and goings whenever I could. When the comings and goings became less frenzied, I realised that the nest was ready and the eggs had been laid. My vantage point provided me with a rear view of the bird, and I couldn't stop myself from taking this pic!!

The wary look!
Soon, the frenzied activities resumed. The chicks had arrived!! Two...., and they seemed to be perpetually hungry!
 They would lie low, very quietly, until they sensed the parent's arrival. Then, they would really beg and clamour for food!!
 Such variety of food the parents brought, you know! From wild berries & insects to pieces of dosas, etc! My respect for the birds increased as I watched them break each item of food in their mouths before dropping them into the mouths of the babes.... Even the berries were crushed into juice!!

Every time they arrived with food, the parent bulbuls threw a glance at me, and it made me quite uncomfortable! It was obvious that they were aware of my peeping presence.  I felt guilty about not letting them feed their little ones in peace and withdrew.

Catching cricket!
My absence from the vicinity seemed to have made a difference. The parent birds no longer looked around before landing on the nest.
While I missed my view of the nest, keeping the window open gave me a view of the food that was being brought. 
By now, some bigger birds had also noticed the frenzied activities. Some of them started lurking around. The bubuls responded by spending more time near the nest. One or the other would always be perched on the cable nearby.

The Brahminy Kites gave up as soon as they realised that their size wouldn't allow them to reach the nest. But, there was this determined female cuckoo, trying to squeeze in and cause harm. Thankfully, the more determined bulbuls succeeded in chasing her away - every time.
Moral of the story - Unity is strength..... 

Fallen babe
After one such attempt by the cuckoo, one of the chicks fell off the nest. I could see it right below the window. It was lying still. Not dead....scared, probably. I wished I could convey what I knew to the parent birds. Since it was so close to the nest, all I could do was hope that the parent birds would sense the chick's presence when it made some movement.

Where's my baby?
My heart went out to the parent bulbuls as I caught them looking here and there, tweeting,... obviously searching for their lost little one. What touched me even more was that throughout the ordeal, they had not forgotten to feed the one in the nest!

Well....My day got busier and it was almost 24 hours before I could check on the bulbuls.

While I was wondering about the zero activity near the nest, I saw the parent birds taking food into the shrubbery nearby.... The family had moved! Obviously, the chicks were now too big for the nest and strong enough to cling on to twigs.
A couple of days later, I saw a juvenile bulbul flying about unsteadily. It was probably one or the other of the two chicks, on its way out of the nest.....

And, so, ended my second attempt at watching the nest of a bulbul..... I would have loved to watch the re-union, the moving-out ..... Next time, I guess!!

Century on the Bronze Anniversary!

This is my100th post, and today is the eighth birthday of Alter Idem !! That's an average of a post per month......1.04 to be precise!!...