Sunday, November 27, 2011

A Vanishing Shola


Sharp naked rock
Jutting onwards to the heavens
In defiance of the Earth the ghats rise
Cradling within it innumerable beings
Carved into a niche of their own

A meandering river and  vanishing grasslands
 becoming one with the distant horizon
A green blue ocean of a  remaining virgin Shola stretches
A thin wind lashing against the peak
Whistles the mournful tune of an aching forest

The pine casts an unearthly shadow
Its ground laden with slippery leaves and hardy cones
holds not a blade of grass

The wattles and the eucalyptus have established their hold
Aided by man, their legions expands
The Shola trees are vanishing
leaving behind the king and his denizens
battling the deathly hug of the wattles

Sunday, May 1, 2011

The sweet smelling forests of Thally

I have always felt a pull towards the dry deciduous and the scrub forests, the heat, the stunted trees, the amount of thorns, the looks of a bad bad west!, the surprise of life scurrying away at every corner. Thally forests fall into this category of scrub forests, it was love at first sight alright!


I got selected to the Javalagiri range as range coordinator from KANS during the Mammal Survey conducted by the Tamilnadu forest department at Hosur Forest Division during a hot weekend of March. I walked the South Thally beat with the most honest forest guard I have ever had the privilege to meet, Sivasubramaniam who had won the best guard award by the department. We spoke in a broken English and exchanged a lot of news.


The forests of Thally like elsewhere in the Melagiris are reeling under the tell-tale signs of encroachment, extensive cattle grazing, firewood collection, undergrowth clearance by fire. Surprisingly, these fires which I could observe at many places were controlled fire, meant to encourage growth of grass for cattle and also sometimes to snare the hare when they come to nibble on the fresh new grass. It was indeed depressing to witness the degeneration of these beautiful forests. I came across cattle grazers with goat inter-spread with sheep (Grazing goat in the reserves is illegal since they eat away the tender new shoots and stop regeneration),Illegal sand mining, Illegal fire wood collectors with scythes, Mr Sivasubramaniam promptly caught hold of them and seized the scythes. (we had to release it to them anyway, they unrelentingly followed us and our survey was under the danger of their disturbance.

On a positive note despite all the disturbances a few ungulates have managed to survive escaping the poachers, we noted a few hoof marks of the guar, pug marks  that stood told us a healthy pack of wild dogs busy hunting a while ago, jungle fowl, elephants. Sadly the last of leopards have left these forest.


The direst evidence survey yielded nothing in my charts. Even the most exciting, water hole count on a pond on the foothills of Devarabetta failed to mark a positive presence. However on the final day of doing a dung count via line transect we walked way up that gave a wonderful view of the entire Thally valley and left our finishing lines under the shades of most sweet smelling flowers I have ever known. The Jalri trees (Styrax species, also called Sambrani in Kannada) flower only once  a year. Shivaratri coincides its flowering and the hills are ablaze with its sweet smell lingering  profusely.


I left the Thally forests with a heavy heart and wondering if the measures by the FD to build a solid Elephant proof trench and Solar fencing might bring some relief after all.

photo credits: Shilpa Narayanan

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The yellow pansy

I visited Uganiyam on the last weekend of 2010. We  travelled on bikes anticipating a really bad road that could either break our back or spare us with a few scratches.

 We had very little time since we entered the range at around 2pm, we hurried through on the loose gravel road where the 2 bikers admirably made it through albeit a few scratches each.

As we made our way, I had a chance glimpse of this buttefly, at first glance seemed to be like a danaid but whose spots were yellow. I dared not stop the bike, which would have meant us surely sliding headlong into the steep road. I was trying to figure out if I know this one, when a second butterfly caught my eye with the self same yellow, and then it opened its wings and took my breathe away, there at the bottom of its upper fore wing, on both sides lay a  blue spot like pupils. That was my first ever encounter with a yellow pansy.

For more details on this butterfly check - http://www.naturemagics.com/butterfly/precis-hierta.shtm