Tuesday, 26 March 2019
Tuesday, 19 March 2019
The Stranglehold of Maya!
ധൃതരാഷ്ട്രാലിംഗനം!
These are the pictures of two centuries old jackfruit trees being slowly strangulated and devoured by the roots of a couple of ficus trees growing upon them.
I noticed them this afternoon by the highwayside at Boys Town, Wayanad.
Knowing that there’s hardly a decade’s time left, the jackfruit grannies are still producing delicious, sweet jackfruit, in the hope that, through the seeds, they would continue to live on.
These are the pictures of two centuries old jackfruit trees being slowly strangulated and devoured by the roots of a couple of ficus trees growing upon them.
I noticed them this afternoon by the highwayside at Boys Town, Wayanad.
Knowing that there’s hardly a decade’s time left, the jackfruit grannies are still producing delicious, sweet jackfruit, in the hope that, through the seeds, they would continue to live on.
Sunday, 10 March 2019
Ivy Gourd – Did You Know?
Consuming one or two tender ivy gourds (Coccinia grandis / Gentleman’s toes) can relieve you of heartburn and of acidity instantly. They work better than antacids. Easy to grow from cuttings, these vines can spread on trellises or shrubs, and produce bumper crops round the year.
You can grow them fully organic on a little farmyard manure, lime, and lots of water. They thrive in warm weather, but can also be grown in greenhouses in cooler climes. They make a wonderful stir-fry, by themselves, or in combination with potatoes and cashew nuts.
Thursday, 21 February 2019
Saturday, 16 February 2019
Life is Change!
The Gliricidias. For over five decades, they had stood there in all majesty, in a row by the roadside. Lush green, even in summer, their thick, nutritious foliage, often lopped by farmers to provide a fodder supplement to cattle, and used as rich, green leaf fertilizer in the fields and gardens. In winter, they would shed their leaves, and be decked with glorious pinkish, purple blooms.
Enduring the seasons and providing cool shade to the passersby, they had flourished, with an aura of permanence about them, a challenge to time, perhaps.
Then suddenly came the deluge, a year and a half’s dispensation of rain, all within a few days. Lands turned to rivers, and then to lakes. Unable to breathe, the roots rotted away, the leaves disappeared, and when the sun came out in all its burning ferocity, the trunks and branches dried out, leaving naught but stark, upright firewood; heartbreak for nature lovers.
Hardly had a couple of months passed, when seeds of wild Ipomea, washed down by the floodwaters, germinated and turned the place green.
Within weeks, they had entwined themselves firmly around the dead Gliricidia (quickstick) branches, and were full of purple blooms, swaying and dancing joyously in the winds.
Nature had renewed herself, in her own immaculate way. In her eyes, there is neither birth nor death, nor pain nor suffering, though to her individualized entities, all creation is so real. Every bit of existence is her body; constantly forming and dissolving, transmuting, transforming, decaying, rejuvenating, materializing and disappearing, she plays with the master of illusions, time. In her very exuberance of being, her whole body is the infinite flow of energy, an endless dream play of light and of shadow. In the infinite emptiness of space, life is change itself.
P.S. In nature’s immaculate vision, rocks, sand, water, trees, birds, animals, humans, everything is life. Yet, in her infinite magnanimity, she has given humanity the great gift of choice. For it is up to us, to determine whether we need to continue depleting and transforming natural resources for petty gains, welcoming climate change on a scale large enough to wipe out the flora and fauna, including the human race, or, to restrain ourselves, embracing an eco-friendly, sustainable lifestyle.
Friday, 8 February 2019
The River!
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A view of the river Kabini, chief tributary of river Kaveri, near Mananthavady, Wayanad. |
Yet not an inch doth she move,
Bowing to rain and to drought,
She wouldst swell, only to wane.
From mountain to sea,
Still lies she, all to see,
An enigma, still, yet, flowing,
And everflowing, yet, still!
Tuesday, 5 February 2019
Bulbul!
The most prolific of birds in our area. Though wild, they are affectionate toward humans. Quite friendly and trusting, they accompany us when we work in the garden. All grubs and worms are gobbled up in a flash of feathers, so we have to be careful with our spades. This bird is called Erattathalayan (ഇരട്ടത്തലയൻ) in Malayalam, because the crest of stiff feathers atop its head together with its beak, makes it appear to have a twin head.
They sing beautifully in the evenings before retiring to roost and never fail to wish you good morning at dawn.
They nest in shrubby trees, laying small mottled eggs, and raise two to three chicks in a clutch, the parents urged by famished squeaks, frantically flying to and fro, filling the tender pulsating crops of their offspring.
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