The Orange Ghost

Pigmented in Paradise, her aureate skin resonates with ether, as her fiery eyes pierce the soul. The spectre of the dark morphs into a spectacle in light as the rock beneath her feet throbs to the touch of her cushy paw. Her fur, coloured sienna by the caressing grass, escapes the folds of vision like…

Tawny Diaries: Summer Slam

The gate opened and I streamed in. I could barely wait to see her at the stream. The path cut through a slice of heaven. Dew-drenched leaves were strewn beneath giant, tall trees as brilliant shafts of sun-rays filtered through the gaps in their canopy. Birds chirped and flitted between branches and their songs rang…

Entrée

The ride was penultimate, the time was short and my dubious record of having not made for my library even one image of a tiger crossing a clear jeep track scorned at me with a perfectly detestable air of surety about its continued reign on my haplessness.  Mukesh’s intuitive style of work was my only…

Contrasting Childhoods

Contrasting childhoods, but a common future? My itchy feet are yet to travel the world, but my imagination, added to the television footage I’ve seen of various extraordinary places on the planet, leads me to believe that the Rajbehra Dam in Bandhavgarh Tiger Reserve has to rank as one of the most magnificent natural sites…

A Game of Chess

  It was very early on a Tuesday morning. Even the usual harbinger of daybreak, the jungle cock, hadn’t crowed his raucous call yet to silence the crickets. Spotted owlets still screeched at the gate, as groggy faces and eager minds strode in with wide eyes to absorb the dim light.   Route B mandated…

Public Misdemeanour

In May 2009, my dear friend and tigging cohort whom I’ve christened ‘Scotchie’ for such perfectly unimaginative reasons as his singular love for scotch and Kenneth Anderson, was scheduled to accompany me to Bandhavgarh for what would have been a third time.  But thanks to official summons, Scotchie instead ended up more northwest, as the…

Esprit de Corps

Auntie with Dhitti (left; now called The Rajbehra Female) and Chhoti (top; now called Kankati)  This sight was very common in that magical summer of 2009 when Auntie and her two female cubs were seen almost every afternoon at the Rajbehra Dam. Sometimes she’d lead the way and the cubs would follow and at other…

The Theatre of Dreams

  In the heart of Bandhavgarh lies the king of meadows that was once home to the queen of many hearts. Forced to seek hydration at Rajbehra due to the Jhurjhura waterhole drying up, this was practically ‘Auntie’s’ home in the summers. And this was just as well, for no more dramatic a setting could…

Chief Displacement Officer

  The portrait of the Chief Displacement Officer perched before setting off on the duty of flushing out all the eagles, harriers and suchlike raptors in his area and occupying their perches in a symbolic act of retributive comeuppance. Being a close disciple of Murphy, he deems fit to present himself to perform this social…

Bill Shady

  Bill Shady is a ‘grey area’ for the photographer who pursues him. He hoists himself up the farthest canopy of the tallest trees, and because he’s active when the light is harsh, he loves to rest in shade, thus demanding from the camera a dynamic range twice that of the human eye. He has…