Tuesday, March 21, 2017

The Tiger Road

             Tiger roads were tracks across tiger infested woods, used by the then rulers, for game, and occasionally to get rid of man eaters. The sport gained momentum towards the end of 19th century and carried on to mid 20th century. In fact, India witnessed a massive wipe out of sixty thousand to seventy thousand of these gentle animals, in a short span of fifty years across 1875 to 1925. And the southern part of the big country, had its own contributions. In 1971, tiger killing was banned by Supreme Court of India and in 1973, 'Project Tiger' was launched. The hunting tracks were abandoned and left to the woods.

        And this story is about one such track, that still remains distinct, in the southern part of the country, and eventually on a tiger encounter, at close quarters...Let's start with a small history on the hunting ground...
   
               Be it the Wodayars of  Mysore Dynasty or the Tippu - the tiger himself - were all fond of the sport of tiger hunting, and the sector, then under the grip of Mysore strong hold, had these majestic cats in abundance. To the south of Mysore, the regions of Sathyamangalam, Nilgiris, Bandipur, Muthanga, Kabini, Nagerhole etc, were the hot spots, as these contiguous sectors then boasted of the pristine greenery, booming with all resources, the tiger population was in need.

            The first tracks ever, across these woods, should be credited to Hyder Ali, who rose to power in 1760 AD . He descended the Ghats, invading the Malabar region, now part of Kerala and of course, he would have widened the paths used by tribal people, messengers and hunters, as he had to take his cavalry along with. History says that the Vythiri - Thamarasseri segment, of the present NH 766, connecting Calicut and Mysore, was invented by Hyder Ali, which was later developed by the British.



      Hyder Ali Khan was succeeded by his elder son, The Tippu Sulthan, in 1782 AD. Then onward, Tippu crossed the Ghats, many a times, either to defend Malabar or in effort to invade Travancore, until his death in 1799. The British, killing Tipu Sultan, reinstated the Wodayar reign, which continued until independence of India. Thus during the second tenure of the Wodayars, the plot was clear, with several tracks crisscrossing the Tiger country, providing ample access to their gentle population.

     Among the then rulers, Krishna Raja Wodeyar and the last King, Jayachamaraja Wodeyar, were known patrons of tiger hunting.

Krishnaraja Wodeyar in whites                *This image is copyright of its original author
                      Jayachamaraja Wodeyar is known to have sought to hunting, only on reports of  a rogue elephant or a man eating tiger, and later he gave up hunting and served as the chairman of Indian Wildlife Board. He may be the last, who would have lead a hunting trail, along the tiger roads...

Jayachamaraja Wodeyar in the middle                    *This image is copyright of its original author
         

                Actually I came to know about the Tiger Road from Heeralal - a good friend of mine - who then served as the Officer in charge of  Muthanga Wild Life Sanctuary, of Wayanad district. When I rang him up finally, by around midnight, the delegation consisting of Biju, Gireesh, Sinesh and myself, had just crossed Nadukani, on Nilambur - Batheri route. On his directions, got to Muthanga, by around 1 in the morning and we were led to the mud cottages close to the Range office. Though late to sleep, woke up early to the chirping of birds and a short birding session followed.



Velvet Fronted Nuthatch
        Soon after break fast, set out to explore, storing sufficient to drink and eat. Traveled along NH 766 up to Mulehole and took the right deviation,32 into the Tiger Road. The mud track cut across NH here, and the left deviation leads to Kabini. The initial part went event less, apart from the sightings of Sambar deers and spotted deers, occasionally. Then we approached a junction, where the track forked. Took the right deviation which climbed to the camp named Gemmanahalla. It was a small old building on a hill top, with an attached watch tower.


        Once up the tower, you have the green vista surrounding, all beneath you. This would have served as midway rest and watch house for the game team. Spent a while there and left to hit the track.


            Noticing bird activity, drive went slow and had stop overs, where ever we sensed motion. Could spot Blue faced Malkoha, Darter, King Fishers and that kind, and I swapped my wide angle lens with 300 mm, F4, block telephoto lens, which is my favorite, for birds in action.


               At another such stoppage, as we were all out of the vehicle, I saw the guard who was with us, walking farther, sensing something ahead. Confirming the camera settings, we followed suite. We were moving in a line, the guard leading, myself closely behind and the others following. We stepped on a culvert over a small rivulet and as we crossed it, the man in front, in a quick move, drifted aside. And I found myself, directly in front of the tiger....

             He stood on a flat rock, by the side of the rivulet, staring at me, nearly 10 meters away. I am not a guy that brave; but still I wasn't in panic. As I watched, he turned to the left and had a gentle walk towards the thick bush on the other side. Then I thought of clicking. I slowly lifted the camera and as the vision cleared through the view finder, what I saw was his face, in full frame. He had just stopped.... Then, grinning wide, he delivered a thick growl. We stood there frozen....

     After a second warning, much more intense, he continued with the stroll, got into thick cover and laid there. His hind quarters was still outside the thicket, clearly visible.


 Feeling the thickness in air, Heeralal presented a lighter face, and soon we got back to the vehicle, not to disturb the animal further. As we drove ahead, up the incline, I could have one more glimpse of that magnificent face, through the thicket, cautiously watching.


               Had food on the way and took another track, back to Muthanga. Though there were many sightings, on return, which included Sambars, Gaurs and Dholes, shutterbugs were on the hang over and hence didn't attempt elaborate photo sessions.

         From my side, it was a kingly affair - Shooting a tiger, from the tiger road, neither up an elephant nor on a cart; but on foot, not shedding a drop of blood, neither his nor mine...

     From the tiger side, the king of our woods, the scenario is pathetic. They were more than a lakh, a hundred years back..... The kingdom on strain. The dynasty on decline.  And just about 2200 of them remain in this noble land.....

    Hopefully..... Let them stroll, fearless...Along The Tiger Roads.....


     

     

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Varayattu Motta - The Inviting Summit

          Ponmudi is a well known destination, to the east of Thiruvananthapuram district and it is thronged by nature enthus, during week ends; peak being lone of its kind, nearest to capital city, with smooth vehicle access. We too frequent the place, during early hours of the day, in search of birds and during those visits, the towering green hillocks, a bit west to the upper sanatorium of Ponmudi, had always been a fascinating sight, especially in the golden light. It was actually Kumarettan, who runs a small food joint at Kallar, the base of Ponmudi hills, who briefed us on Varayadu Motta - the abode of Varayadu (Nilgiri Tahr) - while we were raiding on his Dosas, a fine morning. He added that, not many has been up there, though the mount stay inviting....

       And some days later we again found ourselves, in front of that delicious cuisine, all set to hike the toughest one near by. Thankfully, the department had relieved Mr. Alexander, a forest watcher, who joined us to guide. Packing more of those Dosas, for later use, the five member team consisting of Anoj, Nasar, Thomsun Saburaj, Alexander and the author, set out, with the doubting eyes of Kumarettan following us.

      Drove past the Golden Valley of Kallar and hit the first left deviation, from the main road, leading to the small hamlet of  Mottamoodu, around five kilometers farther. Parked our vehicle there and started the hike. Initial stretch went along some plantations of lesser elevation and the gradient started gaining. A crested serpent eagle took off from a nearest branch and we were into thick woods, leaving the plantation behind.


                    Within an hour of hike, the ground leveled, with grassy undergrowth, under the canopy of Gall nut trees. Morning rays weren't harsh, and the hike so far, was pretty easy.

   
                      Another half an hour walk, was along grass levels and we could then have a closer view of our destination, the towering mount, right to the east. Though the wooded Ponmudi valley, to the north east was a soothing sight, the mount stood challenging,....


         Spotting a distant waterfall in the valley, called out for a break and engaged the shutters for a while.


       We were then very close to the base camp, a tin roofed tiny shed, by the side of a small rivulet of tear like flow. 


         Drank from the flow, soothed legs a bit and got geared, for the next part of the hike. A short walk for about 15 minutes, along the base of the mount, took us to the start of the hard part of the trek. Even the view of the peak, from there, was frightening, as the gradient looked so steep and the summit of Varayatu Motta,so high. Adding to it, Alexander, our guide, was so discouraging and he judged outright that the hike is a mission, totally impossible for chaps of our kind - pot bellied and mid aged. Despite all these, decided to give a try, not intending the apex really, but just to see, how high we could. As the climb pursued, climbers dropped at regular intervals and finally, at about half the way up,our guide Alexander gave up, declaring he is finished.


                  Now just two remained, myself and Saburaj, with little energy in stock. Alexander strongly insisted not to continue, and we could see for it ourselves, that there was no way up, and more steeper the terrain went. It was all just green ahead, with intermittent growth of a stuffy shrub, with roots that deep, and the stem iron hard..


         I remember, we didn't exchange a word. Leaving all baggage, including drinking water with Alexander, we headed further, with the cameras clinging to our body, which had just the wide angle lens in lock, In fact, we were clutching on those plants and lifting us up and I felt my knee beneath my chin regularly.

              Thus proceeding, as we were about to clear the top, we saw another peak behind, which wasn't visible from the base. That was a heart break. I was so weak and thirsty and I decided to give up. Sabu, read my face and went on this line....We would never make it again, Its just another fifteen minutes, Can't you hold on....And I rose to feet....


                        The next few moments were some among the hardest in my life. After a while - I am still unaware how long it took - as the watch tower of Ponmudi Upper Sanatorium came into view, it was a blurred image. Lying atop, sky gazing, it took minutes for me to come back to life. 


               We were not to spend much time atop, as we were running out of resources. A short clicking session and went on with the descent.


               It was harder than the ascent, in the sense, a misstep would cost you a lot.
           Spreading fatigue added to the misery and indeed luck was on my part that I could crawl down to Alexander, without much bruises. And dear, there sat Alexander, with empty bottles, draining all the liquid we had....

             As we reached the camp shed, I was staggering.Fell into the rivulet and laid there immersed, gulping heavily. But that didn't help. Dehydration was of advanced level and I started vomiting. I feared I would collapse, and hence decided to start the return trek immediately. Took sufficient water and went on sipping slowly, as I walked. That worked and was back on track soon.

        Got behind the wheel, by 6 in the evening and as we cruised for the joint, hunger struck, I tilted the rear view mirror a bit, and there appeared the majestic mount....Inviting indeed.....

     

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Memari – The Isle Of Seclusion

  Memari has nothing to do with rains though ‘mari’ means so in Malayalam. It’s a tiny tribal settlement all surrounded by the woods of Idukki Wildlife sanctuary. The hamlet is headed by Arjunan, who played our host for the two days, we roamed around Memari. The expedition took off from Kizhukanam, the base of all ventures we had in Idukki Wild life Sanctuary. We boarded the 4 wheel drive Jeep, owned by Babu of Kizhukanam, by around 3 in the evening, of a pleasant sunny day. 



       Drive to Memari is impossible while it rains, as the terrain is not that friendly, even to the 4 wheel drives. The initial stretch was a climb to the mountain top adjacent to that hosts Memari. At the top, halted for a while, as the evening sun graciously lighting the Memari hillock, didn’t let us go that easy. 



          The journey then was downhill, initially wading through the grass growth, which gradually gave way to thick foliage. Crossed a rivulet and it went uphill, landing in front of a four pillared structure, which doubles as a school and a community hall, where we were to be dumped.

     Had a bath in the nearby rivulet, before it was dark and a remarkable night followed, listening to the adventures of Arjunan, the headman and his wife Ponnamma – amazing couple they are! 



         The simple meal she served – steamed rice and a tomato curry – was magically delicious, as we had the remains for the next day’s lunch.



          While my team mates opted the open hall, I squeezed into the back seat of the jeep, just to leave others undisturbed of my infamous snore.

   Got up early and roamed around birding and clicking, until Ponnamma turned up with a lump of Upma and a bigger lump of sugar, sweetening the experience. Kochukunju and Kuttan were ready by then, to guide us through the vistas, that surrounded Memari. Boarded the jeep and drove north until it was impossible further. Got down and commenced the trek, wading through grass growth taller than us, aiming Arakkapadam. 



         Soon people got drowned and frequent calls remained evidence of existence. Grass blades were sharp enough to present us scratches all along the exposed parts, with not that sweet an itch. Soon the climb went steeper slowing down the trek. Still, the glimpse of the watch tower was just a 45 minute trek. 



       Within another 15minutes got up to the tower, abandoned long back. It was all in ruins and had a hard time in crossing the so called trench, surrounding it.

    Caught sight of a tiny check dam in the valley, to facilitate wild life during summer and decided to descend to it. It was a heaven for the ‘Butterfliers’ among us and the session extended for about half an hour.



        Destination next was ‘Nakshathrakkunnu’ further to the north east from the watch tower. Climbed back to the tower from where the hilltop was visible. It is the adjacent hillock, which necessitated a descent to the valley beneath and then an up trek.



         Though the destination was in vision, confusion developed on how to negotiate the shola woods in the valley. Climbed up a rock to have a better view of the valley and decided to cut across in a direction, where the foliage was found thin, though it was a slight deviation. We knew that once we descend into the woods in the valley, we would loose the sight as well as the direction and hence spent a while in land marking. Crossed the shola and the cute rivulet hidden in it, without much trouble, and went ahead with the up climb. The gradient then went easier and soon we were at the base of Nakshathrakkunnu. Strangely, the base of the hillock was a vast plane meadow. Equally interesting was it, to know that the base is known as ‘Vimanathavalam’ – the airport – among the Memari people.




     Took some rest, quenched thirst and went ahead with the climb. Half way up, Idukki Reservoir, cleared up in the depth. The blue storage and the lush greenery bordering it, presented a mind blowing view and couldn’t resist the click thrive.



          The destination was so close and the trek went leisurely. The group scattered on different interests, once atop. Nakshathrakkunnu is an amazing location with the water storage to the north and the vastness of the green meadows all around. 










 The watch tower of Arakkapadam, where we were three hours back, remained a distant spot. It was past noon then and the Upma we had at 7 in the morning, had already vanished. Got up for the return, but it didn’t involve a turn back, as we were to proceed ahead along the hillocks bordering the reservoir, so that we enter the hamlet back, through east.



     The flat rocky terrain in the eastern valley of Nakshathrakkunnu is locally called Chempakappaara and it was decided to be our halt place for lunch. 



         Went with the descent, some what comfortable, except for two three steep down slides, where we literarily slid. 



 Sat for lunch at Chempakappaara, which was the left over of previous day’s dinner but that wasn’t an adverse factor, owing to the need of the hour. Right in front of Chempakappara, stood the towering hillock of Thinapothiyan, which was in our itinerary earlier, but left for the next visit, owing to time constrain.



           Got to feet, as it was getting late, and continued down further. The track was thickly invaded and we found it very difficult to wade through. Soon we realized the fact that there isn’t a track at all and we were just being guided on direction. Had a hard time penetrating the growth and in another hour, managed to clear out of the woods. Brisk walk then followed through beaten track and got back to our school by around 3 PM. Unloaded the backpacks and ran to our rivulet, such was the need of a dip then.

     Immersed in the soothing flow, fondled by Mother Nature, lying in her lap, grief engulfed me for unknown reasons………

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Kizhakkalaachi - The Eastern Heights

             Idukki Wild Life Sanctuary is a low profile reserve with all its beauty and majesty hidden and unexplored. Kizhakkalachi is one among the hidden wonders not even popular with the local inhabitants. Access to these heights, is only through a remote village named Kizhukanam, connected by a dirt road from Valakode, about 30 km from Kattappana, the head quarters of Idukki district. Few buses ply between Kattappana and Kizhukanam, apart from which jeeps serve the connectivity with outer world.

        Thus we boarded the 4 Wheel Drive vehicle owned by Babu of Kizhukanam, after parking our vehicle at Valakode. The jerky drive ended at the forest station of Kizhukanam, from where two of the forest staff,  joined us to guide.Our vehicle carrying the seven member delegation drove up to Kizhukanam junction, deviated left and switched over to 4WD option, for the next part of the climb. After half an hour  of jumps and jerks, the drive ended at ‘Mulla’ and we got geared for the trek.



         The initial part was along thick vegetation, which soon changed over to grass hills. The hike then went steep and the torching sun was almost above heads. Continued sweating and gasping, with occassional breaks at shola patches that weren’t that frequent. Soon we found ourselves amidst vast greenery of the meadows, which displayed the finest of its charms. Camera clicks tore the majestic silence and the light breeze carried away the pains.





           Crossed another shola and advanced up a hillock where we were greeted with the mesmerising view of the blue storage of Idukki reservoir, deep In the valley. Despite the harsh lighting, the valley wore a charm, enough to send an enthusiast out of sense.




               Some went clicking and others lied on the green carpet, with eyes wide open, filling it with the panorama. Folds of green hillocks continued from the other side of the storage, adding to the majesty of the frame.


              We had just entered the Kizhakkelaachi sector through the southern end and our plan was to cover the entire region on foot, and to leave along the northern end. As much walking still remained, got to foot soon.


            The next part went along a thick shola which, though a little lengthy, didn't pose any trouble, as the gradient was mild and the foliage served cover. Heard a mountain pigeon at the heights, but the canopy blocked the view. It took about half an hour to clear the shola and we were then walking along a ridge, with the center part of the reservoir beneath us. The undergrowth was unusually thick and it was difficult to wade through. Sreenivasan, our leader, then deviated left, along the ridge, descending a bit, to find a wedge shaped sharp rocky structure, protruding into the storage. Moved with caution, to the edge which falls steep into the reservoir, deep down.


          Sat at the edge of the cliff, with the spread of the pool, all around. The dam structure of Cheruthoni, to the far north, gave occasional appearances which wasn't sufficient for our camera sensors to detect. The arc dam of Idukki, to the north east, wasn't visible, as towering hillocks of the ‘Memari’ sector, blocked view.


    

                    It was 3 PM by then and we got up for the return trek. Climbed back to the track and started the descent, which went past a shola and then opened to grass hills. The cliffs of ‘Kalyaanathandu’, near Kattappana, was visible from the track, as we descended further.


                  The descent was moderate and we had an easy walk, which took just an hour for us to reach ‘Bheeman Chuvadu’, where our jeep was expected to be.

             Babu turned up a little late – he would have underestimated our trekking speeds, probably – which gave us ample time to explore the base. Found a large footprint shaped mark on the rocky surface and a tribe who came in search of his cow, missing for the last two days, clarified that it’s the footprint of ‘Bheema’, of Mahabharatha. As I stood amazed how Bheema would have landed on the rock, single legged, the jeep horn echoed in the valley beneath.