Friday, 20 December 2019

Crabby Wisdom!


In our fields live a great many crabs. They dig holes and tunnels everywhere, excavating mud from the bottom. Hiding during the day, they come out at night to snip off the tender vegetable plants with their strong, sharp pincers. In olden times, they had natural enemies - foxes and owls that hunted them at night. With the advent of the green revolution and the rampant use of pesticides, the predators vanished, dead from eating poisoned crabs. But the crabs somehow outlived the poison. Now the crabs have multiplied to such an extent that they have become the nightmare of farmers. We and others who do only organic or natural farming never use pesticides to control them. Old farmers speak of the ancient way of saving the crops which we found to be highly effective.


Dry grass and weeds are sickled and arranged around the vegetable plants. The crabs are wary of approaching the plants because their many legs get entangled in the springy dry grasses and weeds. In this picture, you can see our cowpea seedlings shooting up through the grass which also acts as mulch and later crumbles unto compost. We always sow more seeds than needed, for a few cunning crabs simply tunnel under the grass and rise up right under the seedlings. The crabs get a share of the succulent young plants.


Soon, the plants grow and the stems become thicker and hard enough to survive the crab attacks. Nature always strives to maintain a balance!

Monday, 18 November 2019

A Melody of Nature!


Here are a couple of puff throated babblers entertaining us in their sweet, beautiful voices on the old staircase outside our window, two years ago. The video was recovered by my son from our old mobile phone which suddenly came to life after months of not working! The birds had a habit of visiting us every morning at around 8 am, singing and knocking on our window, before flying off to the woods. Enjoy!

Friday, 15 November 2019

To be a Rose!


A rosebud, half-eaten,
Turns not black, nor bitter.
In time, doth she bloom,
Fragrant, full of nectar!

Monday, 28 October 2019

Nature's Sparklers!


प्रकुति कि फूल झडि - പ്രകൃതിയുടെ കമ്പിത്തിരി!

A shower of blooms of miniature bamboo soaking in the rays of the morning sun.


A dew drenched strand of a web, shimmering with rainbow hues. The white light of the sun touching the strand, only to explode into myriad colors!

Saturday, 19 October 2019

Moths at Night!


While fruits attract a large number of birds during the day, they are also magnets for beautiful moths at night! They perch on fruits, only to be playfully pushed aside by their friends who covet their luscious space. However, I have not noticed them either actually eating the fruit, or laying any eggs. Perhaps someone could throw some light upon it. But one thing is clear, whether it is light or dark, nature never sleeps! From her home of perpetual rest in the infinite emptiness of space, knowing neither day nor night, which are but concepts of the human psyche, she keeps on growing, changing in her eternal dance of perpetual orgasmic joy!

Saturday, 12 October 2019

Miracle Fruit in Bloom!


Walking in the garden, the sweet smell of ripe custard apples fills the air. However, we do not have a custard apple tree as it does not flourish in our climate. As the scent grows stronger, it draws me to our little miracle fruit tree which is full of blooms. Each flower is hardly a quarter of an inch in length. The tiny tree is flowering for the first time since it was planted a year ago.


In case you do not know why it is called a miracle fruit, it is said that once you eat a fruit, (it is small, the size of a little cherry or olive) and then bite into a tart or bitter fruit such as a lemon, for example, the lemon will taste very sweet.


Evidently, the miracle fruit temporarily changes the chemistry of our taste buds. Hopefully, it won't be long for the fruits to develop!

Some people, though few, are like the miracle fruit, blessed with a transforming touch. When we come in contact with them,  sweetness enters our lives! 

Wednesday, 9 October 2019

In the Warmth of His Gaze!

Wafting her heady perfume,
The water lily yearns for her love.
Nectar she proffers for free,
Pollen to feast for her amor!


Her patient wait never in vain,
On swift wings arrives her swain.
To his frenzied wingbeats she shivers,
In anticipation, her petals a quiver!


From stamen to stamen darts he,
Gorging himself greedily of pollen,
Rubbing and dashing on the pistils,
Unknowingly, she with progeny he blesses!


Pleased, he alights on a leaf,
Spreading out his wings to dry.
Basking in the warmth of the sun,
Bee and lily do know, nature is kind!


Above, as he traverses the heavens,
Quietly, silently, watches the sun.
Beneath, as drama mundane unfolds,
By virtue of the warmth of his gaze! 

Thursday, 26 September 2019

When Nature Plays, Bitter Gourd is Sweet!


The twin beauties hanging in our courtyard were neither planted nor tended. The bitter gourd vine just came up from the decomposing kitchen waste deposited at the base of the poochapazham and sappota trees. In a few months, it climbed up the sturdy branches and produced little yellow blooms followed by the light green bitter gourds. Seeing them, one smiles in joy. They seem to say, “Like you, we are the children of mother nature. Man thinks that he is doing everything, but he is just a tiny cell in our mother’s body, for it is she who thinks through him and acts through everyone and everything. Let go of the belief of doership, and free and childlike, sit joyfully in the lap of our mother!”

Tuesday, 17 September 2019

A Wild Flower of the Field!

"Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air."
Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard.

Thursday, 12 September 2019

A Drama in Emptiness!


Ever content, restful,
Slumbers the ocean,
Seeing playful gusts,
Of fancies, unperturbed,
Pushing up undulating forms,
As waves, ever restless,
To dash upon rocks of ideas,
Creating bubble things afroth,
Thence to ebb back to itself,
Formless, blissful, eternal infinitude!

Wednesday, 11 September 2019

Feast!


While most Keralites are about to enjoy a grand Onam feast at home, nature makes it a point to present all her children with food every day. Here's a Glory Lily bloom peeking through our hibiscus 🌺 hedge, so enchanting in beauty and at the same time, toxic to humans if ingested. You can see a family of four grasshoppers upon the Gloriosa Superba (മെന്തോന്നി പൂ). They have already devoured generous portions of the petals as well as the stamen; for them, a delectable feast. My friends, wish you all a very happy and prosperous Onam! May the spirit of togetherness and compassion pervade all hearts!

Saturday, 7 September 2019

Give Hope, Get Hope!


When dark, sinister clouds,
Worries and troubles about,
Just gaze around to see,
Others in despair deep!

Do spare a loving glance,
Compassion, a word of cheer,
From doldrums drag their hearts,
To beat, to dance encore!

Thine words are wings of hope,
Dawn to genesis new,
Seest thou someone down,
Dither not, proffer thy hand!

For t'is verily the way of nature,
What goes around, comes around!

As thou holdest a lighted match,
To up someone a flight of steps,
Know another dost hold a torch,
To help thee up thine own!

Wednesday, 4 September 2019

A Hearty Meal on a Rainy Day!


A parakeet enjoying a guava in our courtyard. Luckily for the bird, there are enough fruits on the trees to get through the monsoon. By giving a helping hand, by replanting some of the trees that we humans destroyed over the years, we can help nature take care of her own, including of course, ourselves!

Saturday, 31 August 2019

If a flower can do so much…


See how many lives a little flower supports! If a flower can do so much, think of what a tree can do! Plant a tree now! It may seem such a little thing to do, but perhaps it may be the greatest thing you ever do!

Wednesday, 28 August 2019

Wednesday, 21 August 2019

Alien is just a Name!


Space has no boundaries. Neither do universes have walls. The mind says, this is I, that is them! My body, his body, my house, his house, my country, foreign country, earthling, alien! The mind divides, multiplies, complicates, confuses, misleads, misdirects itself into believing the one to be the many. There is just one light, shining in darkness, as darkness, as light; but the mind reads it as a multitude of lights. Only one life pulses through consciousness, through all existence. But the mind divides it into infinite lights. Separating the eternal now, into past, present, future, the mind weaves story after story. As storms cannot blow forever, at times, the mind rests, often in deep sleep, and sometimes in restful wakefulness. Awareness awakens and knows, all life is one life, its dream. Earthlings, nor aliens, but children of thought, just oneness! Ever content being!

Long exposure photograph of the night sky at Sharanyam.

Thursday, 15 August 2019

Plant a Fruit Tree!


All through my life, I have been planting trees, a sweet madness shared by my dear wife, Girija! It means that even in the most persistently heavy rainy season, there is fruit on trees, not just for ourselves, but for all who visit; friends, guests, relatives, and the numerous birds that sing their delight, finding food in the lean months of the year. So even if you have just a tiny space, be it on the ground or a pot space on your balcony or on the terrace, do grow your tree, and glow in joy, as it flourishes and blesses you with fruit, its love!

Friday, 26 July 2019

Love of Gaia!


The love of the sky,
Descending down as rain,
Gratefully she catches,
And holds in her bosom.

She grows trees dense,
On her rich brown skin,
That sunlight may not steal,
Her precious hoard of love.

Li’l by li’l she sweats,
Her grace flows in streams,
To quench all athirst,
To see her children beam!

Tuesday, 16 July 2019

Know These?


Wild Malabar plums from a tree in our garden.


Though the fruits of ഞാറ (pronounced njara in Malayalam), Syzgium Jambos, are small, and not very fleshy, they are sweet and medicinal, particularly in treating diabetes.


It is a relative, or perhaps an ancestor of the Malabar plum/Java plum/Black plum (Syzgium Cumini), commonly known as Jamun or Jambul in English, or ഞാവൽ പഴം (pronounced njaval pazham in Malayalam), which is the commercially cultivated variety. The njara seeds and fruits are used in the manufacture of ayurvedic medicines.


Birds love to feast on these berries, but the tree produces such a bumper crop that there are always plenty left over. This attractive evergreen tree has small, dark green leaves, and when it blooms, it is surrounded by a cloud of wild bees for over a week, and their buzzing can be heard from quite a distance. Definitely, a must for your garden!

Thursday, 11 July 2019

A Cascade of Joy!


Dancing down the rocks,
A cascade of joy,
Hurrying to get home,
To the oceans ahoy!

Friday, 5 July 2019

The Love That Sustains Thee!




For over 200 rains and summers,
Lived here have I,
Never once hurting a human,
Nor even a fly!

By the side of a dirt-track,
Perhaps linking two towns,
Was I thrown by a traveler,
A monkey or bird, perchance!

The rich red mountain earth,
Didst pull my roots in deep,
The warm sun and chill mist,
Brought my trunk up steep!

The mountain breeze didst spread,
My brown branches abreast,
Whilst the sweet rain and dew,
Fed and filled me with love, the best!

Happily, grew I, as seasons rolled by,
The storms made me stronger, by and by!
Weather was kind, and I bloomed,
In fragrant exuberance of joy!

Bees drank my love, and blessed,
My boughs soon laden with mangoes,
So juicy, tart and sweet,
Delight of birds, monkeys, and man-kids!

Tarry, many a wary traveler did,
Quite awhile in my bower of shade,
Refreshed by ambrosia, gladly shed,
Left, light hearted, a spring in step!

The faster the wheels of time turned,
The quicker my brethren burned,
Ere long, the track turned road,
A grand highway, was it termed!

With roaring, spitting chainsaws came men,
Unprotesting, shading ‘em till end,
In silent agony, we fell,
Giving in to broaden their whim!

Knowing what’s born is meant to die,
Wouldst I happily give my body,
Without once asking why,
Yet in my last breath, must ask!

When thou takest me from my world,
Man, will thou plant more of me,
That I may live on through my offspring,
And bless thee and thine, with joy of living?

In days of yore,
I had not to wait,
I was beset by squirrels and birds,
And mischievous, snotty-nosed kids!

Happily, didst I watch,
As they sucked my honeyed juice,
Laughing and dancing,
Threw my seeds, far and wide!

For thus lived I,
Though my old body died,
Death, just a siesta,
A new birth, my fiesta!

Then all that didst change,
For every season, an auction,
The pickling companies won,
My tender mangoes in brine!

No more seeds to mature,
Nor a single fruit to ripen,
The birds, hungry, search, not find,
And alas, in me, ends my kind!

Man, realize ere it’s too late,
The love that sustains me, sustains thee,
See, my body be not wood, nor money,
But the love that sustains thee!


Tuesday, 2 July 2019

The Bridge and the Flow!



Every moment, every day,
Offers life, a choice,
What will it be?
Would you just be on your way,
Or rather jump down and play?

Thursday, 23 May 2019

My Wayanad!


Where mountains secretly kiss skies,
Behind velvety curtains of mist,
Where the rich red earth holds love,
In hands cupped, as water fresh, so clean.

Where ancient evergreen trees,
Exude life for all to breathe,
Where the fresh cool mountain breeze,
Whispers song-like in your ears,
And soothing body and mind,
Caresses, wiping gently, your tears.

Where the cheerful brilliant sun,
And abundant monsoon rain,
Rejoice to laden trees with fruit,
And to fill paddies with grain.

Where animals, birds, and fish,
Of every which shape and hue,
Roam free in dense forest green,
And dance in skies and streams.

Where the people are innocent more,
Often quite childlike and good,
Where hate crimes are unheard of,
The cunning of cities unknown.

Where aborigines, their life do spend,
With nature, in close rapport,
Collecting delicious honey wild,
And rare potent herbs of old.

Where nature waits to greet each soul,
With blessings of lightness, joy,
God brought me here to Wayanad,
Oh Lord, I’m grateful, I’m glad.









These pictures were taken at Banasura Sagar Dam, Wayanad.

Monday, 13 May 2019

Say No to Weedicides!


Here in the garden, we never use pesticides or herbicides. If the place to be cleared is small, a sickle is used. If it is larger, a weed-cutter. Using a weed-cutter may be hard, dusty, hot work, but it is easier on the environment, for the chemicals that we use contaminate not just the air that we breathe, but stay in the soil for years, poisoning the food that is grown. They are leeched out by the rain into the ground water, the rivers, and the seas, poisoning the fish, most of which comes back to our tables as summons or subpoenas to the hospital!

As many of these chemicals are systemic, our bodies are unable to flush them out. They get deposited in the intracellular spaces, causing constant irritation to the cells that leads to cancer. The increasing renal disease in the world is chiefly due to chemicals in food. Every form of life on our planet suffers. Say no to pesticides! Say no to weedicides! Say yes to good health! 

Monday, 8 April 2019

Asafoetida!


It is often stated that the quantity of asafoetida (asafœtida / food of the gods / hing / hengu / kayam) actually produced in the world is just a fraction of the asafoetida sold in the market. No doubt the rest is made up of synthetic chemicals and fine clay, which is used as filler. Asafoetida is used in cooking not just for its pungency and mouthwatering quality, but as a natural digestive and also to eliminate gas formation while consuming food such as lentils and potatoes.


If you’re living in a warm country, you can grow your own asafoetida bush/tree. Commercial growers harvest asafoetida by making cuts on the trunk to collect the fluid. For your home use, however, it is enough to simply collect it from the tips of the stems, where it oozes out naturally to solidify into little globules of amber. It can be stored in tiny containers in your kitchen cupboard, and you don’t have to bleed the tree, but just take what it happily gives you! A regular free supply of pure, fragrant, organic asafoetida.


As a bonus, after a rain, it often decks itself out with little white blooms, filling your garden with a wonderful fragrance!

Sunday, 7 April 2019

The Bubble and the Sea!


Forever and for ever,
Bubbles form and burst,
On the shore of the sea.
We are the bubbles,
We are the sea!
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