Monday, March 25, 2019

CHANCE MEETING WITH THE KING

Your totally immersed in birding in the dense Forrest adjoining the Dr.salim Ali wildlife sanctuary,Thattekad.Crouching down on the Forrest floor With the camera glued to your eye you are busy shooting a Indian blue Robin. After firing couple of shots you bring down the camera to take a look at the preview screen.You think that your exposure settings need to be changed. Your fiddling with the settings when you see a slight movement on your right a couple of feet away. You watch intently in the scattered dry leaves and after a long pause this guy raises his hood. You almost piss in your pants realising that your inches away from one of the most deadliest venomous Snakes found in India.After giving you an uninterested look this guy quitely slides further off in the bush leaving you with your heart in your mouth and a experience your sure to not forget for some pretty long time.
King Cobra , Thattekad Kerela


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Monday, September 24, 2018

Unexpected & uninvited Garden Guests

We were visiting some friends last Sunday evening and returned at around ten in the night only to find that we were having uninvited and of course unexpected guests in our garden...that too around a 100 !!!.It seems that Some Bananas had ripened in our garden and we had forgotten to take them down and these guys had decided to have a gala  feast of them all.😊😊😋😋
Indian flying fox : Fruit Bat #Backyard  




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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Airport Fantasy

You have a early morning flight to catch. You get caught up in the natorious mumbai traffic snarls. Huffing & puffing You reach the airport.Once there you realize that your office travel desk has errorneously directed you to the domestic airport while your flight is scheduled from the international terminal!!! You hear People around you snigger like asses.You curse your luck and start searching for a cab to take you there.No cabs are to be seen .A air crew with two stewardesses on their way home after duty have mercy on your plight and wave you in their chauffeur driven car and drop you off at the international terminal.You thank those beautiful angels profusely and run for the gate.You stumble inside the air-bridge just as they are about to close the thing.Thanking your stars for making it on time you make yourself inside the plane. Upon reaching inside  you learn  that the airline has allotted your confirmed seat to someone else. You  vent out your anger at the onboard crew chief manager. The chief Airhostess apologieses profusely and promises to make amends as best as she can.Ten,fifteen and then twenty minutes pass,all the while Your standing in the plane aisle feeling foolish, pissed off as the crew go about their preflight formalities. Fasten your seatbelts, oxygen masks,blah blah blah.... The hostess who promised you stuff has suddenly disappeared and is not to be seen. You look questioningly at the other stewardesses and get the same stupid plasticy smile in return.Your STILL standing in the middle of the aisle holding your laptop & luggage  all the while feeling really stupid. You are now getting weird stares and whispers from your fellow passengers who look at you as if your a uninvited guest who has crashed the party. Your about to explode at the nearest plasticy smile when you hear a "excuse me sir" from behind your back.You turn around to find the chief Airhostess who hands you a glass of chilled Sparkling water and  says "Apologies for keeping you waiting for such long Sir, Please be kind enough to follow me". You meekly follow her past the aam janta who is now staring at you with wide eyes.She takes you to the first class seating and pointing out a leather padded aisle seat in the second row says "Hope this would be ok with you sir. Have a pleasant flight". Your busy making yourself comfortable in the plush surroundings when you hear some stammering and a clearing of the thraot from the adjacent seat followed by the words "Hi Iam Rahul Dravid. Nice to meet you".....

**This is a work of FICTION. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Friday, November 17, 2017

BACKYARD BEAUTIES

BACKYARD BEAUTIES 

Made a collage of some of the beauties found in my backyard. Hope you guys like it. 

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Sunday, October 29, 2017

Rest in Peace Bro

I recently lost one of my cousins. Don't want to go into the details but it was a huge loss for me personally.He was around 7-8 years older then me and we used to play together when we were kids and I recall all the fun that we had.Last I saw him alive was a couple of days back when he came to our house to pick up something my mom had made for him and we sat besides each other and chatted for a couple of minutes.

Sometimes I just cant believe that he aint there any more and that I am never going to see his smiling face. It's like Iam in a nightmare wishing that when i wake up he will just turn up around the corner on his bike , ring our door bell and say something to me. On the next day of his death I was taking a walk in our garden trying to make sense of what had happened and this Purple-rumped sunbird unlike of its species and mysteriously gave me company for some long long period of time.


Wherever you are I hope your happy and content. I miss you Bro.




Monday, August 7, 2017

Birding after a Long Time ~ Finding a Gem ^Red-Necked Falcon^

Had not gone out for birding for some time now due to complete lack of time. Got a opportunity and some spare time this sunday morning and off I went to a local birding hotspot. Felt good to take the familiar paths after what seemed like ages. The rains had rejuvenated the parched land and mother nature had worn a beautiful green carpet.Vast rice fields spread around till the eyes could see interspread amongst coconut grooves. It felt so refreshing and lively this beautiful sunny morning.Saw a pale-billed flower pecker immediately at the start of the trail.It gave me some good poses before deciding to fly off.Some Indian silverbills and spotted Munia's were busy foraging on the grounds.An almost comaflaged white breasted kingfisher waited for his next catch silently and patiently under some mangrove shrubs.white breasted water hens were busy searching for their morning breakfast in the brakish waters. A Black drongo playfully fooled around teasing any bird that crossed it's path.A pair of Black kites patrolled overhead searching for some prey.Hearing my footsteps a greater Coucal spread it's beautiful golden brown wings and flew off. Baya weavers searched around for some nesting materials. Cormorants basked in the sun sitting on small tree tops.Spotted doves sat in pairs and whispered sweet nothings into each others ears.Rose ringed parakeets foraged noisely on a tamarind treetop.A pair of common babblers and another of the Golden Oriel were busy feeding themselves on some juicy grubs found on the moringa tree. Bank mynas and common mynas were sitting on the back of some cows and were feasting on insects found there. 

ASHY PRINIA 


BAYA WEAVER 


A PAIR OF SILVERBILLS 


PALE-BILLED FLOWERPECKER


I was trying to approach some Baya weavers sitting on a shrub when out of the blue a small bird came and sat in front at a large distance away on a perch. I first completely ignored and dismissed it for some common bird but upon closely looking at it I was in for a shock.This was a Red-Necked Falcon: a bird of prey in the falcon family !!
I couldn't believe my luck at sighting this beauty at this time of the season. The falcon sat for some time and then with amazing speed dived amongst a group of bank mynas that it was tracking for some time now for a unsuccessfull kill. I watched as it kept trying to make a kill first at the bank mynas then at some common mynas. After sitting on a perch where I clicked this picture it soon was mobbed by a group of noisy crows who disturbed it so much that the falcon was forced to fly speedily far away.
The sun was very hot by now and I decided to turn back. With a content smile on my face I was walking back when I spotted a Grey bellied cuckoo singing on a small shrub. Nice sighting to end a perfect birding day.

RED-HEADED FALCON


Hope you folks enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed the birding.


Tuesday, June 27, 2017

तो एक बाप असतो...

शाळेपासून बापाच्या, धाकात तो राहत असतो,
कमी मार्क पडलेलं, प्रगतीपुस्तक लपवत असतो,
आईच्या पाठी लपून तो, बापाशी बोलत असतो,
डोळा चुकवून बापाचा, हुंदडायला जात असतो...
शाळा संपते, पाटी फुटते, नवं जग समोर येतं,
कॉलेज नावाच्या भुलभुलैयात, मन हरखून जात असतं,
हाती असलेले मार्क घेऊन, पायऱ्या झिजवत फिरत असतं,
बाप पाहतो स्वप्नं नवी, हे मुखडा शोधत असतं...
सुरू होतं कॉलेज नवं, दिवस भुर्रकन उडून जातात,
एटीकेटीच्या चक्रातून, वर्षं पुढे सरत जातात,
ग्रुप जमतो, दोस्ती होते, मारामाऱ्या दणाणतात,
माझा बाप ठाऊक नाही, म्हणत धमक्‍या गाजत असतात...
परीक्षा संपते, अभ्यास सरतो, डिग्री पडते हाती याच्या
नोकरी मिळवत, नोकरी टिकवत, कमावू लागतो चार दिडक्‍या,
आरामात पसरणारे बाजीराव, घोड्यावरती स्वार होतात,
नोकरीच्या बाजारात, नेमानं मोहिमा काढू लागतात...
नोकरी जमते, छोकरी सापडते, बार मग उडतो जोरात,
एकट्याचे दोघे होतात, सुखी संसार करू लागतात,
दोघांच्या अंगणात मग, बछडं तिसरं खेळू लागतं,
नव्या कोऱ्या बापाला, जुन्याचं मन कळू लागतं...
नवा कोरा बाप मग, पोरा सवे खेळू लागतो,
जुना बाप आता नव्याने आजोबाच्या कायेत शिरतो,
पोराशी खेळता खेळता दोघेही जातात भूतकाळात
एकाला दिसतो दुसरा लहान, दुसरा पाहतो गोष्ट महान...
रंगलेल्या गोष्टीत या, मग शिरतो फ्लॅश बॅक
बापाच्या भूमिकेतून, पोर पाहतो भूतकाळ
लेकरासाठी मग त्याला कळवळणारा बाप दिसतो,
त्याची लाल रेघ जो, उरात घेऊन फिरत असतो...
कडकपणाच्या आवरणाखाली, झुळझुळणारं पाणी असतं,
भल्यासाठी लेकरांच्या झगडणारं हाड असतं,
दोन घास कमी खाईल; पण पोरांना गोड देतो,
हट्टासाठी पोरांच्या ओव्हरटाईम तो मारत असतो...
डोक्‍यावरती उन्ह झेलत, सावली तो देत असतो,
दणाणत्या पावसापासून, कुटुंब आपलं जपत असतो,
घर नीट चालण्यासाठी स्वतः बाहेर फिरत असतो,
आईच्या मऊशार तळव्यामागचा, तोच राकट हात असतो...
बाप कधी रडत नाही, बाप कधी खचत नाही,
बाप कधी उतत नाही नि बाप कधी मातत नाही,
पोरं सोडतात घरटं अन्‌ शोधू लागतात क्षितिजं नवी
बाप मात्र धरून बसतो, घरट्याची प्रत्येक काडी...
पोरांच्या यशासोबत त्याचं मन हसत असतं,
अपयश पचवताना, ते आतून रडत असतं,
काही झालं, कितीही झालं, तरी कणा ताठ असतो,
खचलेल्या पोराला तोच तर उभारी देत असतो...
सारी कथा समजायला फार मोठं व्हावं लागतं,
बापाचं मन कठीण फार, चटकन हाती लागत नसतं,
आकाशाहून भव्य अन्‌ सागराची खोली असते
बाप या शब्दाची महतीच मोठी न्यारी असते...
कळत नाही बापाचं मन स्वतः बाप झाल्याशिवाय,
बापमाणूस असतो तो, बापांशिवाय कसा कळणार?
असतं न्यारंच रसायन, त्याची फोड उकलत नाही,
म्हणून तर बापावर कविता कोणी करत नाही...
करणार कशी कविता कोण, तो त्यात मावत नाही,
चार ओळीत सांगण्यासारखा बाप काही लहान नाही,
सोनचाफ्याचं फूल ते, सुगंध कुपीत ठरत नाही,
बाप नावाच्या देवाचा, थांग कधी लागत नाही...
केला खरा आज सायास, त्याला थोडं शोधण्याचा,
जमेल तेवढा सांगितला, आधार आमच्या असण्याचा
एक मात्र अगदी खरं, त्याच्याशिवाय जमत नाही,
आईमार्फत बोललं तरी, बोलल्याशिवाय राहवत नाही...
सांगतो आता शेवटचं, कान थोडा इकडे करा,
आभाळ पेलून धरण्यासाठी, आभाळाचाच श्‍वास हवा,
बाप नावाच्या पारिजातकाचं, असंच काहीसं जिणं असतं,
ते समजून घेण्यासाठी बापच असणं भाग असतं...