Encounter: Blue Whistling Thrush

Relatively dowdy, screechy and less musical than its cousin, the Malabar Whistling Thrush of the Western Ghats, the Blue Whistling Thrush is nonetheless a character.  To reach any destination in the Himalaya — from anywhere that you may venture to do so — you must first impatiently transect the purgatory…

Moth Smoke II – id help please!

The early monsoon has brought on a spate of moth-finding. Here are three beauties that I shot around the house. Id help will be greatly appreciated. 1 – Medium. Shot on exterior wall 2 – Small, shot on shelf beading 3 – Small, found resting against a car window All…

A BR Hills weekend in pictures

Driving in the beautiful Biligirirangans can be equally exhausting and enchanting! Drove with the family for the first time to my favourite forest in Karnataka last weekend. Wandered desperately for 40 km between Yelandur and Chamarajnagar looking for a fuel station because we forgot to top up at Mysore. We had…

Water Wars – The battle of the bottle

Bellandur, the Bangalore suburb where I live, does not have piped water supply. It is an ecosystem of swank software parks, malls and hypermarkets densely clustered with high-rise apartments milling around what were traditionally villages but now degraded partially to slums and shanties. There is a huge multilevel Maruti automotive…

Digging up the dirt – Guerrilla gardening

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylDrlL2gxTI] In Los Angeles, “guerrilla gardeners” take over bald patches of public land at night and turn them into gardens of cacti and succulents. As this inspiring video shows, the gardeners are fiercely independent and know each other only by nickname. This is a very inspiring video, and the concept…

Sankey by twilight

It’s as urban a lake as you can get in Bangalore but Sankey Tank in the precincts of Malleshwaram is crawling with evening walkers even at twilight. Above the shouts of children at play, other signs of life stir. A flock of domestic ducks paddles a few laps while a…

After the storm

After a spell of searing heat, April thunderstorms have been cooling the city every evening. After a storm, the sky burns distantly with the remnant embers of the day.  That reminds me of two of Eliot’s verses: April is the cruellest month, breeding   Lilacs out of the dead land,…

God’s own garbage

I was brought up to be religious. When I could think for myself, I changed my view. But temples located amid forests still held a fascination for me – it was the journey, rather than the destination, that appealed to me most.  It’s been a long time since I have…