Perspectives on ideas and the wild
For the forest guards of Uchila Camp, the night was never a time for sleep. It was a time for listening to the snap of a heavy branch or the low, throat-tightening rumble of a six-ton visitor. For months, the camp had been a flashpoint. The staff, dedicated to protecting the wild, were exhausted by …
An urgent news, a quick mobilization and it began the way most wildlife emergencies in Assam do. The injured elephant that we had been monitoring for few days had wandered out into the nearby village and was spotted near a stream at Panbari, with a huge swollen feet. The team arrived with tranquilizer ready, dart …
When I joined the forest department, I had a certain image of myself. Striding through misty forests, binoculars around my neck, quietly protecting the wildlife. Nobody told me there would be days I'd be carrying a rubber boat on my head through a thorny forest.It started as a clean, professional mission. My team and I, …
It's been about a month since I have joined as a forest officer at Manas National Park and Tiger Reserve. The experience so far has been unique and surreal. Sharing with you few glimpses from my field work.
We are only left with oxymorons to describe ourself, our thoughts; in pain and comfort, in grief and joy. Deep are our feelings but shallow are our minds. To watch us die every day, is death defined to the lords. To watch us suffer, will be end to their sufferings. The world loved us with …
The earth is barren and dry. She is dragging herself to the grave; Pulling her cross, summoning her crucifixion. Wrinkled skin, flesh rotten within; Her bloody heart bulging out of torn flesh; Dry thirsty lips peeling like flakes of a dry soul. She breathes toxicity of human sins, Drinks black mortal vices, flowing through immortal …
Prologue Love and duty are a dilemma. One is dream the other a reality. One is destination the other a path. Contrariwise. What would you, rather choose? 10:00 PM Ten hours till end of duty. I tossed restlessly on the hay to switch between thoughts. But she was constant; the sovereign over my dreams. …
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