Naja naja

There they were.

Snakes.

Big ones.

Not one, but two.

Thoughts in my head- "What are they? Definitely not russels vipers or saw scaled vipers. These guys are looong. So cobras. Wait, they could be rat snakes. Well, I can't make out. They are moving too fast! Can’t see their heads, man! How do I make out?" It was then that I remembered I was holding a camera in my hand. "Stupid girl! Take pictures!! No!! Are you crazy? What if they are cobras? Run you stupid girl! But then I'll never know....

Click. Click. Click. Click. Camera frenzy.

"Check the pics. Did you get the head?"

Zoom in.

A hood.

"Oh my god, they are cobras!"

A parallel series of thoughts and emotions- I had to deal with the realization that it has actually happened. People had warned me about this, about snakes being around my work site. Wear shoes, not sandals, they advised. Wear full pants, not three-fourths. Wear thick full pants, not those flimsy cotton ones. And I had done all that. I had taken all these precautions. But I must tell you, standing there about 7 meters away from two large Indian cobras made all my precautions look puny and stupid.

Now I know why people revere them. Why they are idolized into gods. These guys are the very embodiment of power. Every move they made commanded attention. It seemed as if power actually oozed out of them, slithered to where you were and made you feel really really minuscule, puny and tiny and meaningless. Feeling helpless, I just stood there with dropped jaws watching them gracefully dance away.

Then the practical part of me finally broke through all the 'ooh's and ahhs'; this practical self reminded my jaw-dropped self that I was at least 20 minutes away from help in case anything went wrong, it was almost sunset and I had no idea how to handle snakes, so it would be best to pick up those dropped jaws and get myself out of there as fast as I could.

And I did.

After there was considerable distance between me and the romancing beasts, after the heart beats had returned back to normal a new moment of clarity- this is why I am here, I told myself. For this! This is why I didn't opt for a desk job. This is why I opted to get out of that city. To get out of the rush hour traffic and the local trains! To see a courtship of indian cobras, or as we biologists would call them Naja naja. It's all worth it, I told myself! The loneliness, the silence, the fear. It's all worth it! The moment of clarity broadened and I thought of all the other things that are making this 'living alone' worthwhile. The no-less-than-five hoopoes that visit my front yard everyday! The coppersmith barbet who posed so well in front of my cam! The verditer flycatcher that flew around the tree in my courtyard. The purple sunbird nests we monitored, their cute little chicks and their hungry cries!

I relate this incident to one that unfolds in the Lord of the Rings- when Frodo receives from Galadriel the light from Elendil, the elves' most beloved star; "let this be the light, when all other lights fade".

I sit here tonight, in this giant empty house and just when 'all other lights fade' I think of the spectacle that unfolded before my eyes- the rare sight that reminded me of why I am here. This, for me, is what Elendil was for Frodo.

Sappy? Very.But you know what, I don't care!

My first job on the field

Last night it finally hit me.
I am leaving home next week.

I have left home before, for innumerable camps, treks and excursions; for holidays in short. But this, this is for work. I have to go there for a job.

For all those who don't know what I am talking about, or for all those who don't know the exact details, here is the ho-down:
I'll be working as a volunteer under the guidance of a professor at NCBS which is located in Bangalore. I will first attend a conference during my stay in Bangalore, YETI (Young Ecologists Talk & Interact) then get some hands on training in Bangalore itself for the job at hand. Later, will move on to a place called Rishi Valley School, Andra Pradesh (Chittoor District). It is a well known residential school which teaches it's students by using the philosophy of J. Krishnamurthi. Incidentally, my mother wanted to enroll me in that school but by the time she heard about it, it was too late, I had almost finished my schooling. She still spoke about it wistfully. "If I had sent my daughter there"...and so on.Guess her wish will soon come true, in a way :)

Anyway, so the campus is a large one hosting good biodiversity (they also run a bird watching course there). So the prof from NCBS has a field station established there. His students go to that place for their field work and stay at the field station. The campus hosts a population of a fairly common lizard called the Peninsular Rock Agama. Nothing much is known about the animal except it's breeding season and colouration etc. I have to go there and study it. For starters, I will be focusing on its home range. My first official field job! Wow!!

Also, when I go to Rishi Valley, no one will inhabit the field station but me. But since it's a full fledged school, stuff like food and laundry will be taken care of. But when it comes to doing the actual work, I will be all myself. Also, imagine living in a 3 room house all alone.

I shall have only solitude for company :)

A dear friend asked me the other day, if I was sad about leaving home. At that time I wasn't, not that I am now. But I'm sure I'm going to miss it. I am sure I will miss meeting my friends whenever I want to, I'll miss the evening strolls around my neighbourhood, I'll miss CCD with my best friend, will miss watching Criminal Minds on TV, my room, my bed, the local trains, the traffic, the noise. Speaking of noise, I most probably won't be around for Diwali. Somehow I won't miss Diwali in the city. Would like to celebrate it away from the noise and the vulgarity. But I will miss my family during diwali though. But that's only in case I have to stay there. Dunno how things will turn out.

Also, this first phase is not a long one, I'll be back in a month or so. Will have to go there again in some time, things will get finalized in the coming weeks.
And, the field station is euipped with a broadband connection, so I won't be all alone, strictly speaking. Only, I don't know if I'll have the time to come online and meet friends.
During that period, I may either be silent on my blog, with not a post in sight, or I may blog so much that your Reader gets flooded.

All in all, October 2009 will be month of many firsts indeed.

Well alright, time's up

So I'm back after a hiatus of 3 days.

There have been so many things I have been wanting to blog, that I have no clue where to start. So here is a bulleted update of what is happening in my life in no particular order:

• I have gained weight. Now wait a second, hear me out. Let me be more precise, I gained 3 kilograms. For many that is close to nothing, it may perhaps be negligible. But for me, well, who knew 3 kilograms was all I needed to look better. The number of complements I receive after the weigh gain have been on the rise. But I also hear this from all the aunties and grandmas- that this is enough. "Yashada, put a full stop to it now, don't you gain more weight. This is perfect, not an inch more, not an inch less." So basically, for the first time in my life, I have to pay attention to what I eat and how much I eat. And I never knew it was so difficult!! Man, you need a strong will to say no to that yummy slice of pizza! Not that I am on a strict diet or anything, and I don't intend to either. But I am merely avoiding junk food as much as I can and trying to eat healthy. But this has happened only for the past week or so, mind you.
• Visited Bangalore a couple of weeks ago. Its a fairly nice city. Pleasant weather, simple people, not as fussy as Mumbaikars. Why I went there and what I learnt there will be a separate post in itself, or better yet, a series of posts! :)
  
• I am hating what Ganpati today has turned into. It's no longer a festival I look forward to. The noise, the pollution and the vulgarity make me want to either slap all those people or turn my back to them and walk away. I want to do the former, but do the latter.

Peelu, Peeli aur Peellum!

This is the third consecutive year that they have visited the clump of trees right outside my window- this pair of orioles.

Orioles!

Flying around the branches, a flutter of bright gold and yellow, not just one, but a pair!

A pair, searching together for a home. A home to start a new family in a city where space happens to be a luxury even for little birds. And yet I imagined them setting forth on this seemingly daunting task with zeal, with a sense of adventure in their hearts, with the kind of excitement that grips you when you embark on a new journey. But at the same time this very zeal made them seem vulnerable. Vulnerable to all the big bad ugly crows out there, to the telephone wires and kite strings.

As I saw them wandering around the branches, a bunch of brightest yellows and black I couldn’t help but be thankful for how lucky I am. I had seen such birds only in wooded areas before and here they were, in my own backyard!

Eurasian Golden Orioles are found in many parts of the world. Those found in Europe are known to fly all the way to Africa in winter. I could not find out if the Indian versions are migrants or not. One website labeled them as Residents while some other site called them summer visitors. So I do not know where these little friends of mine go for the rest of the 8-9 months of the year.

I do not even  know how and when I got attached to these little birds. I didn’t want any harm to come to them. Sometimes I even had wild urges to snatch them from those unsafe surroundings and keep them close to me, away from harm.

And as they flew out of sight every day in the morning I found myself praying. Praying for their safety. Praying that they should come back home when the sun sets. And come they did! As if on cue they arrived as the sun sank in the horizon, settled on some branches and cried out in their distinctive voices. And every single time I rushed to the window and clapped at their return. When it was dark, they flew out somewhere else. I imagined they had a nest on a nearby tree somewhere.

There came a time when I was not at home during evenings when they returned. So I had not been able to see them for a while. But one lucky day I was home and I heard their call. I rushed to the window, this time with my handy cam. The male flew away, but the female lingered. I followed her movements till she almost flew into a sparrow sitting on another branch.

“A sparrow? No, that’s not a sparrow, its too big for a sparrow,” I thought.

“And what is that tinge of yellow on its back and neck?”

And then realisation dawned on me- OH MY GOD!! They had a baby!!! They actually had a baby!!

I felt like a grandmother, as I jumped and clapped around. My dear Peelu and Peeli had a Peellum!  

And so my Peelu, Peeli and Peellum go in search of food everyday, soon they will disperse, and Peellum will grow up and start a family of his/her own.

And I hope they come back next year, for yet another beginning!

(The author wishes to thank a dear friend for naming them :)