Of what fabric it is sewn, we know not; from what mettle it is cast, we are unaware, that it stands so dignifiedly amidst carnage and glitters like a diamond on a dung mound, that even in the wake of a blustering wind it burns bright with all its might.
Month: October 2012
Tiger Wars: A New Hope
On the occasion of tiger reserves being reopened to tourism after a three-month ban… The Banbehi female cub in hot pursuit of her brother at Sita Mandap, May 2012 I can smell the wet earth and lap up the dew again. I can breathe the whispering wind and watch a virginal dawn crack again. I…
A Serendipitous Encounter
It wasn’t as though I was blinded by a bout of muscae volitantes but surely, blessed as it is with supreme camouflage, a leopard doesn’t exactly stick out like a red flag from thick vegetation in dying light, especially when you are in the driver’s seat having to concentrate on the road ahead. So…
Cry Baby
On 24 April 2011, evidence was presented that the only thing big about an adolescent male tiger is his body. Deep inside, he’s still a toddler, really. A little after half past five, M2, another handsome product of the Mirchahni School of Superstardom, crossed over to the grassland from the woods of Andhiyari. We thought…
Portfolio of a Princess
A Green-Carpet Welcome: When all hope was lost and chances seemed thinner than a shoestring, against all odds emerged from the woods this precocious girl of incredible audacity, crossed between a crowd of vehicles and walked out into the open where an exalted crowd of stunned onlookers gave her a rapturous green-carpet welcome on the…
Venus and Adonis
Even as Bamera was showing himself off as pictured and depicted in the previous post we realised that Kankati too was nearby. Shortly, prompted by a sun who was increasingly asserting himself, Bamera moved to sit down in a shaded area and thinking this to be a spot conducive to romance, Kankati moved in before him,…
Finding Adonis
In the dead of the night great orange visions formed in the mind that I couldn’t but shrug off. A big handsome bloke filled the scene and stole the show. He had stocky arms, a trunk-like neck and a great mane for his kind. Withal, he seemed to have invoked the pause button, for this…
Croony Walker
In the rarified pantheon of folks who’ve broken through their boundaries, a plucky geezer called Croony Walker is prominent. First emerging to the fore after going beyond paddy fields and lending his presence to scrub and grassland landscapes, he then shrugged off the oblique reference in his species name to a device used in a…
Dr Ashley Crown’s Credo
Dr. Ashley Crown isn’t among those who wear a crown of thorns lightly, and nor is he one of those who wear a crown of thorns heavily. In fact he doesn’t wear a crown of thorns at all but certainly sits on a perch of them. One would, in all one’s wisdom and experience, think…
Bill Spatula in Shangri La
He has a pony tail but is not a stallion. He carries on his very person a kitchen utensil but is not a chef. He has long legs but is not a model, so who in the golly name is he, then? Well, this Punk Rocker, as I’ve introduced earlier in another post, was,…
TIGGA TALES 