tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184549902024-03-07T23:31:32.443+05:30Janaki Lenin's Doodle SpotThis is a collection of my published articles on travel, wildlife, and conservation.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-10002207140374732982019-12-24T09:25:00.002+05:302020-07-12T11:09:18.034+05:30How not to deal with a plagiarism allegationWhen the subject expert who's the husband of a writer emails you about instances of identical sentences in your work, take the time to deal with his concerns. This is your chance to de-escalate this. Mistakes happen. Everyone understands that.<br />
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Do not accuse him of misleading you. Do not make it seem as if you are doing him a favour by writing about a species he cares about. Do not bring up a silly report you wrote 20 years ago that was riddled with factual inaccuracies and dangerous recommendations such as promoting surma (kohl mixed with snake venom applied to the eye as an antidote to venomous snakebite), snake charmers keeping snakes knotted up to prevent escape, etc. and complain that he was somehow discouraging you when he critiqued it. Nobody, except your friends, owes you such unquestioning loyalty. If you had learned anything from that episode, it is that mistakes happen. He didn’t hold that report against you and instead encouraged you over the years, sending you appreciative notes about your writing. Do not hurl that at his face and say you are confused by his “dichotomy”. In sum, you only piss off the already pissed-off writer who thinks there’s no point in having a conversation with you.<br />
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The writer <a href="https://twitter.com/JanakiLenin/status/1208991756487802880">tweets</a> about the identical sentences but doesn’t call it the triggering P word and tags the publisher. Do not piss off the twice-pissed-off writer by then saying this is a “blatant lie”. She has been more considerate to you at this point than you have shown yourself capable.<br />
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Do not then speak to her on the phone and ask why she didn’t email first. You had that chance and blew it. Do not then excuse your offensive email by claiming you were in a meeting. Do not then claim you have a record of “each and every email from Rom”. There was only one in which he replied to your 2 questions. As the sender of that email, guess what, he has a record too.<br />
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Do not then say you have attributed at the end of the book. When you lift whole sentences and pretend they are your words, citation at the end of the book does not suffice.<br />
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Do not then demand ‘have you read this section, under the binding, among the flowers’,<br />
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because frankly at this point the writer is so sick of it she wants to throw the book in the Bay of Bengal. Besides, it is not her job to do the work of looking.<br />
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Do not claim the writer was replying to her husband’s emails which confused you. [The cognitive dissonance of this makes the head ache.] That’s silly.<br />
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Do not claim the source you lifted sentences from were quotes from her husband. The source has been <a href="https://www.india-seminar.com/2007/577/577_janaki_lenin.htm">online</a> for a dozen years. Do not claim you didn’t use quotation marks around these texts because “flows from a quote before”.<br />
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Take the first instance of identical sentences, this is how the gharial section begins.<br />
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The following paragraph is a lifted text. Then you introduce the husband in the later paragraph. So what is the preceding quote that flows into the copy-pasted section?<br />
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Do not claim there are some great nuances that aren’t apparent, because this is really an open and shut case.<br />
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Update: In the next edition, Oxford University Press, the publisher of the book, says it will enclose quoted text within quotes and cite my original article.</div>
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Note to the world: If I ever make these mistakes, please boink me on the head with this post.</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-17792218189119799722019-08-04T09:14:00.002+05:302019-08-04T09:14:44.953+05:30The Queen of the Jungle<span style="font-size: x-small;">Full-length version of the article published in the Hindu Sunday Magazine on 4 Aug 2019</span><br />
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Stotra Chakrabarti’s heart leapt into his throat when a wild lion plonked companionably next to him. The dusty ground between his kneeling profile and the cat spanned a mere two metres, close enough to smell the beast’s rank breath. A moment earlier, it had been lying somewhere else while the researcher watched another lion tucking into a nilgai kill some distance away. “I became a statue,” Chakrabarti recalls. “I didn’t even bat an eyelid.” A disquieting fact was the predator dozing nonchalantly next to him was famished and waiting his turn at the carcass. Every time Chakrabarti moved a muscle in a slow motion effort to get away, the cat opened his eyes. “That was the longest half hour of my life.” This was one of the many instances when Asian lions took him by surprise.<br />
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The lions weren’t always this comfortable with him, especially not when he was a new entrant. They didn’t pay attention to his field assistants, since many of them had worked on the project since 1995 when Chakrabarti’s mentor set it up. By showing up every day, he got to know the lions and they became used to him. They probably didn’t recognise him by his spectacles and facial hair but as ‘the furtive man who wears the same brown pants, green shirt, and beige baseball cap’. With familiarity came ease.<br />
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Biologists need to pick one animal apart from the others. In the case of tigers and leopards, distinctive stripes and rosettes come in handy. But every buff-coloured lion looks the same. Biologists instead use whisker spots or moustache pattern from close-up photographs to identify them.<br />
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In an open grassland this technique would be simple, but the thickets of Gir, Gujarat, made it complicated. Where shrubbery came in the way of a clear shot, Chakrabarti had no choice but creep up to his subjects.<br />
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On a warm afternoon during the early days of his research, he stalked a lioness on foot as her pride fed on a sambar kill. She charged unexpectedly. Every self-preservation instinct told Chakrabarti to turn on his heels and run as the golden blur closed the distance between them. “If you show your back to a lion, your chances of surviving go from some to zero,” he says. Instead, the researcher shouted and thrashed his bamboo staff on the ground. The lionness stopped her attack. Her tail twitched as the dust she raised enveloped her. He realised later she had cubs and was understandably touchy.<br />
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Male lions can also be tough customers when they are consorting with females. A courting pair mates 50 to 60 times a day for an average of three days. They seldom drink and don’t eat. They may not live on love and fresh air, and they seem to get by on their surcharged hormones. High on testosterone, lions see even a moving bush as a rival, says Chakrabarti. He watched 134 mating events, and the males rushed at him every time.<br />
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The researcher survived without a mark but the ones under threat are cubs. Lions kill any cubs they suspect aren’t theirs to force the mothers to bear their offspring.<br />
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To avoid this tragedy, lionesses outwit the lions. A pride’s territory may overlap with three or four male coalitions, of two to four lions each. Lionesses mate with each one and confuse them all. Different males tolerate the same litter, thinking they are the fathers. “The females control the whole show,” says Chakrabarti. “It’s not the Lion King here, rather the Lion Queen that reigns.” African lionesses, in contrast, remain exclusive to one coalition.<br />
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This strategy of promiscuity works on known males but not with newcomers. Chakrabarti and his assistants perched on their vehicle, watching two lionesses with two three-month-old cubs feasting on a buffalo kill in a drying swamp. There wasn’t a tree or bush in sight. He spied unfamiliar males roaring as they approached. The quick-thinking older lioness, he had named Jodha, dashed towards the humans with the cubs on her heels. The suddenness of the situation caught the researcher off-guard. Sitting on the bonnet/hood of the vehicle, what could he do? She braked beside the 4WD and sprinted back to join the other lioness, alone. A bewildered Chakrabarti swivelled his head. Where had the cubs gone? They were secreted under the automobile.<br />
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As the two lionesses chased the lions, the researcher wanted to follow. But how was he to move with the cubs ensconced between the wheels? Besides, his assistants refused to cooperate. “She has given us a responsibility,” one argued. “We can’t let her down.” The researcher had no choice but to wait until the lionesses returned two hours later. The mother hummed, a signal for the cubs to come out of cover. Reluctant at first to leave safety, they finally crawled out. As the family walked away, Jodha glanced back at the men as if to say ‘Thank you’.<br />
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If the lionesses’ devotion to their families melted his heart, he’s still coming to terms with the lions’ disdain. “A dhole or wolf gaze pierces you,” he says. “A tiger’s glance sends chills up your spine. But lions destroy your ego with one look. We were no more than persistent nagging flies that followed them everywhere.”<br />
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It’s impossible to tell if the hungry lion that decided to keep Chakrabarti company thought he was a fly.<div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-42423920304373635702016-05-22T18:52:00.003+05:302016-05-23T08:17:00.105+05:30Why releasing Ustad does conservation no favoursAn edited version of this article was published in the Wire as <a href="http://thewire.in/2016/05/22/debate-the-case-for-ustads-relocation-out-of-ranthambore-37728/">The Case for Ustad’s Relocation Out of Ranthambore</a> on 22 May 2016<br />
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Ustad draws more tears, articles, and petitions than any other tiger, living or dead. More than a month after the Supreme Court refused to free the famous cat, also known as T24, the clamour for his liberation refuses to die down.<br />
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An <a href="http://thewire.in/2016/05/18/ustad-the-tiger-belongs-in-the-forest-not-in-a-jail-36975/">article</a> published on 18 May 2015, alleges, “hoteliers, NGOs, forest officers, tourism officials, mafia groups and politicians” conspired to throw the poor tiger from Ranthambore into life in captivity. It claims Ustad's only crime was to sniff the spot where forest guard Rampal Saini had been killed moments earlier. And it asserts, “However, there was not a single eyewitness.”<br />
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Rarely does anyone witness a wild animal attack a human. Especially, not by a stealthy predator like a cat. Nor can evidence of the kind used to try humans in a court of law be produced to indict animals. Proof is by necessity circumstantial, and forest officials are forced to act based on faint clues in the dirt. You'd have to face a mob of irate and distraught villagers to know that no one can reason, 'There were no eyewitnesses. We can't do anything.'<br />
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A car full of people witnessed the attack on Saini. They arrived on the scene first, and its occupants, including the brother of a local sarpanch, tried hard to free him from the tiger's jaws. The driver honked and revved his engine to scare the animal away. Three forest guards and an employee of a local NGO Tiger Watch arrived next, but by then the tiger had left. They rushed the grievously injured guard to hospital that declared him dead on arrival. No one paused to get a photograph of the tiger.<br />
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Within half an hour, forest officials and others congregated at the site and the search for the culprit began. An hour after the incident, Assistant Conservator of Forests Daulat Singh, Dharmendra Khandal, who heads Tiger Watch, and accompanying guards saw Ustad sniffing the spot where Saini had been killed. As they followed the animal by jeep, Khandal fell off the vehicle when the driver braked hard. The tiger turned around and headed for the fallen man. A fit Khandal scrambled into the vehicle before the cat got close. This description is taken from a report Khandal filed with the Forest Department soon after the incident and a subsequent email exchange.<br />
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The forest guard wasn't the only victim. At least three other humans were killed, and Ustad is the suspected culprit in all those cases.<br />
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Khandal’s report to the Forest Department encapsulates these incidents, and Aditya Singh, who owns a resort in the area, provided additional details. T24 wore a radio-collar <a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/jaipur/Man-mauled-to-death-by-tiger-in-Ranthambhore/articleshow/6126098.cms">that put him at the site of the first human killing in 2010</a>. Researchers removed the radio-collar subsequently. On the night of Holi 2012, people found the remains of the second victim. A lot of the corpse had already been eaten. More than a hundred people helped foresters scare off the tiger before recovering parts of the body that night. The next day, foresters followed pugmarks from the site to a tiger resting under a bush. It was Ustad.<br />
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In October 2012, a Forest Department driver found T24 sitting on the corpse of a third victim, a guard like Saini, within moments of the attack. The tiger was licking blood oozing from the dead man's wounds. Like the previous two human kills, <a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/jaipur/Ranthambore-tiger-kills-forest-official-in-broad-daylight/articleshow/16964537.cms?referral=PM">the body had been dragged some distance</a>, not a sign of an accidental mauling. Foresters burst fire crackers to get the animal to budge. But the cat was so bold that neither the onlookers nor the noise fazed him. And then there was Saini, the fourth person to be killed.<br />
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As Khandal points out, a startled tiger lashes out with its paws. A tiger intends to kill when it tiptoes behind a human and snaps his neck, like it would a deer. All four victims bore deep canine puncture wounds on the neck; they were the tiger's prey.<br />
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This track record, more than any conspiracy, is the reason no conservationist or tiger biologist of repute agrees with the 'Free Ustad' brigade. They are of the unanimous view that <a href="http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-opinion/why-ustad-must-be-in-captivity/article8434385.ece">Ustad had to be removed</a>.<br />
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No normal tiger approaches a fallen man, drags and defiantly guards a corpse, and kills victims with a bite to the neck. These are enough grounds for action against the one tiger that was present at four locations where humans had been killed.<br />
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According to the <a href="http://projecttiger.nic.in/WriteReadData/CMS/Final_SOP_11_01_2013.pdf">standard operating procedure</a> of the National Tiger Conservation Authority (NTCA) [pdf], “[C]onfirmed habituated tiger/leopard which 'stalk' human beings and feed on the dead body are likely to be ‘man-eaters.’”<br />
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Noted conservationist<a href="http://indiatoday.intoday.in/story/t24-ustad-tiger-forest-guard-rampal-saini-sajjangarh-biological-park/1/440873.html"> Valmik Thapar,</a> who has worked in Ranthambore for decades, says he asked the state Forest Department to remove Ustad after the second death in 2012. Tiger biologist Ullas Karanth wrote to<a href="http://www.sanctuaryasia.com/magazines/conservation/9955-ranthambhores-ustad-saga.html#sthash.j4tHkNzP.dpuf"> Sanctuary Asia</a>, “Any tiger that loses its inherent fear of human beings on foot, and displays aberrant behaviour of stalking or attacking human beings should be immediately removed. In my opinion, T24 should have been removed after the very first human attack years ago.” However, the department mistakenly gave the tiger more than one chance because the victims were inside the park illegally, and two of its poor employees paid the price.<br />
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Even if all the evidence is thrown out, Ustad had to be removed simply because he was too familiar with people. No doubt baiting and repeated captures to treat an infection and constipation made him a bold animal. These blunders can’t be compounded by the graver and unconscionable one of allowing the tiger to run loose.<br />
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This situation echoes another that played out in Karnataka a couple of years ago. A tiger in Coorg lost its fear of humans, chasing cars and following motorcyclists. It was suspected of killing a woman but there was no hard proof. Karanth advised the department not to release it elsewhere, saying, “In the longer term we want more tiger habitat protected, and, without public and political support, that goal will be undermined if human predation events continue…” But the state Forest Department relocated the tiger to Bhimgad Wildlife Sanctuary. More than a month later, it was <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/environment/india-untamed/2014/dec/29/man-eating-tiger-shot-dead-after-killing-another-woman">shot dead</a> after it killed a young pregnant woman.<br />
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The Rajasthan Forest Department ought to have followed the NTCA’s guidelines in capturing Ustad, but it didn't. A court can free a human prisoner if procedural lapses mar his trial. Such nuances have no place in dealing with a suspected man-eater. More importantly, the department followed the law. The Wildlife Protection Act is clear – any animal that is a threat to human life can be captured with the permission of the Chief Wildlife Warden. This is the reason that neither the Rajasthan High Court nor the Supreme Court thought it fit to release Ustad.<br />
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In Himachal Pradesh, many leopards are declared man-eaters on even flimsier grounds and shot dead by sharpshooters. Often, innocent animals are killed. This is not to justify Ustad's incarceration but to highlight that <a href="http://www.thehindu.com/news/cities/chennai/chen-columns/spotting-the-killer/article5075349.ece">India doesn't have the forensic wherewithal</a> to deal with animal attacks to the degree the Western world does. When tigers target humans, the department has to act fast before the situation becomes worse. Not only does it become a law and order problem, there is every possibility of losing another human life.<br />
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We don't know enough about the behaviour of man-eaters for obvious reasons. Do they always progress from cattle-lifting to man-eating? Why were the kills spread over a five-year period? No one knows. But forest officials cannot fail to act while waiting for answers.<br />
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If Ustad is released, forest guards' lives are in danger as they patrol the jungle on foot. They are paid and equipped poorly. In their efforts to drive Ustad away from corpses, they had no more than lathis to defend themselves. Understandably, they felt their jobs had become risky and petitioned the authorities to capture Ustad. If the community feels unsafe, it will deal with the problem using crude cruel means. Under the circumstances, no forest official can take responsibility for releasing him.<br />
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Campaigning to free a suspected man-eater displays a breathtaking disdain for people's lives. Conservationists spend considerable effort defusing conflict and reducing the price local people pay for conservation, such as protecting livestock from predators. Releasing Ustad would be a declaration of war. It doesn’t aid conservation as it jeopardises human lives, the future of the park and other resident tigers.<br />
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There's no dearth of worrisome developments for anyone concerned about the tiger's future in India. For instance, 30 tigers in Panna will lose their homes if the Ken-Betwa river linking project goes through. The widening of NH7 will snap corridors between the forests of central India, and tiger will be stuck in their tiny forested islands, their future genetic viability under threat. Rather than Ustad, these tigers consume the energy and efforts of any right-thinking conservationist.<br />
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Rukmini Shekhar rebuts the rebuttal [You can see it in full at the Wire site.] I'm just going to answer a few of her questions.<br />
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Rukmini: The writer writes with 100% certainty that Ustad was a man eater given all the circumstantial evidence.<br />
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JL: It is circumstantial evidence. I haven't argued otherwise. Ustad just happened to be at the site of four human kills which is a remarkable coincidence.<br />
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Rukmini: Why did a jeep-full of people rush to the spot? What was their interest in it?<br />
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JL: Because the ACF was in it and it's his duty to go and check a case of human mortality. Unless she means the car full of people. Remember the incident took place near the main entrance. The car was returning from a temple when the occupants heard alarm calls and went to investigate.<br />
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Rukmini: If indeed Ustad did attack Mr. Khandal, how come he (Ustad) sobered up between May 9th and May 16th?<br />
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JL: You could well ask why did Ustad not kill anyone between 2010 and 2012. Who knows what triggers a hunt? A tiger can amiably watch chital grazing one day and go into hunt mode the next. Can you look at a tiger peacefully watching chital and say it's a vegetarian?<br />
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Rukmini: Why were the kills spread over a five-year period? No one knows.” – We know.<br />
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JL: Wow. The certainty of argument is astonishing.<br />
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Rukmini: The NTCA guidelines say that a proper man-eating tiger would, in the normal course, be responsible for at least three killings a week!<br />
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JL: If Ustad is constipated and ate one human a week, he wouldn't be a man-eater! Besides, this is a load of bullshit. Nothing in the NTCA's SOP says anything about three killings a week or otherwise. See for yourself - http://projecttiger.nic.in/WriteReadData/CMS/Final_SOP_11_01_2013.pdf<br />
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Rukmini: Quotes CCF who says a lot and asks "why didn’t he eat parts of his [Gheesu Singh] body."<br />
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JL: Because the corpse was removed immediately. Surely as CCF he ought to know that. Ustad was licking the man's wounds, typical tiger behaviour before eating.<br />
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JL: You can't compare wild and captive behaviour. Even an amateur wildlife enthusiast knows that. Amazing a wildlife warden can ask this question. Many wild animals confined in an enclosed space and forced into close contact with humans in a setting not of their choosing, will be aggressive. Leopards at the Manikdoh rescue centre are just as ferocious, charging the bars, snarling, and growling. Some of them are supposedly man-eaters, some are not.<br />
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Rukmini: Being an aggressive tiger is not a crime. Ustad is not a domestic cat.<br />
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JL: Losing fear of humans is. Refusing to back off when faced with hundreds of humans is. None of this portends well for a wild tiger.</div>
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Rukmini: I wish to say that God is in the nuances. It is the nuances that decide whether a poor animal is imprisoned for life because of vested interests or gets to roam the jungle like the proud and majestic animal that he is. </div>
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JL: Essentially, what she's saying is tigers are no different from humans and we'd have to provide infallible evidence in every case of human-wild predator conflict. This isn't an exact science. It's a socio-political decision that forest officials have to make to keep the peace with communities. In some cases, innocent animals pay the price, but it serves the larger purpose of conservation. We just have to live with that. </div>
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Rukmini: Ustad’s removal is not just the removal of one tiger but the utter failure of conservation that rests in the hands of commerce. </div>
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JL: And where's the evidence for this? If you want evidence to prove an animal in a man-eater, surely you have to show evidence before making accusations against people. This is really an animal welfare issue, not a conservation one. Anything that jeopardises conservation in the long run can only be anti-conservation.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>AT LAST NOVEMBER’S CAMEL MELA</strong><strong> IN PUSHKAR,</strong> the animals didn’t look happy. Some stamped restlessly and brayed in distress, and others sat bored on folded limbs. Ilse Köhler-Rollefson, a global champion of pastoralists’ rights and a Pushkar regular, picked her way through the annual throng of herders and tourists. Dark glasses shielded her blue eyes against the desert sun. “This is the lowest turnout of camels at Pushkar,” she said, in her slight German accent. “I don’t think there are more than 2,500 camels. In previous years, there were 50,000 camels. The draft bill has definitely scared everyone.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Köhler-Rollefson and I walked to a visitors’ stall run by the Lokhit Pashu Palak Sansthan, or LPPS. She works closely with the NGO, founded to support the Raika by a local activist, Hanwant Singh Rathore, in 1996. In 2001, she told me, “Raika leaders, assembled here in Pushkar, called Hanwant and me for a meeting. They said many in their community were selling their female camels for meat. We were shocked.” The leaders wanted a ban on slaughtering females. “We wrote to everybody,” Köhler-Rollefson said, “from the district collector to the chief minister,” but no action was taken.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When the Rajasthan government declared the camel a state animal, Köhler-Rollefson said, the LPPS “thought perhaps now things would change for the better.” But their delight ended after hearing of the Rajasthan Camel Bill. The LPPS insists that the slaughter of male camels be permitted to allow camel breeders a livelihood, while the killing of females be banned to preserve herds. Rathore, who had been busy attending to visitors, sat down next to us. “If there is no earth, where will the seed come from?” he asked, reciting a Marwari saying. “If there are no females, where will the calves come from? There are only 200,000 camels left now. At this rate, soon we will lose them all.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hajiram, an elderly Raika, joined us. Köhler-Rollefson asked him the going price of camels at the fair. His shoulders slumped. “Camels that sold for Rs 20,000 last year are selling for Rs 7,000 and Rs 8,000,” he said. “Meat traders bought the most.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Published in <a href="http://www.caravanmagazine.in/lede/meat-matter-rajasthan-camels-law">The Caravan, April 2015</a></span></div>
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The massive 1,320 megawatt Rampal thermal plant would sit on the edge of Sundarbans, the world’s largest mangrove forest, in Bangladesh. For more than two years, citizens, artists, and social and environmental activists protested plans to build this plant close to a forest that is a United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation’s world heritage site as well as a Ramsar wetland site. <a class=" u-underline" data-component="in-body-link" data-link-name="in body link" href="http://e360.yale.edu/feature/a_key_mangrove_forest_faces_major_threat_from_a_coal_plant/2704/" style="-webkit-transition: border-color 0.15s ease-out; background: transparent; border-bottom-color: rgb(220, 220, 220); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0.0625rem; color: #005689; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none !important; transition: border-color 0.15s ease-out;">In September 2013, about 20,000 people marched for five days</a> from Dhaka to Dighraj. ‘The long march’ covered a distance of nearly 250 miles, to demand the scrapping of the power plant. </div>
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The $1.2bn project is a joint venture between India’s national thermal power corporation and Bangladesh’s power development board. Environmentalists allege the plant will not only pollute the mangrove forest, but emissions from burning coal will contribute to climate change. Low-lying Bangladesh, said to be one of the most vulnerable countries in the world, is threatened by rising sea levels, but many of its citizens have no access to electricity. The government seeks to produce 20,000 megawatts of cheap coal-fired power by the year 2021. But 50% of power generated by Rampal is destined for India, while Bangladesh’s citizens and environment are expected to bear the brunt of it.</div>
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Read more at <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/environment/india-untamed/2015/mar/10/norway-may-pull-investment-from-bangladeshs-coal-plant">the Guardian</a></div>
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Update: The fund has withdrawn money not just in NTPC, but also other coal-based Indian companies.</div>
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<a class="article__img-container js-gallerythumbs" data-is-ajax="" data-link-name="Launch Article Lightbox" href="http://www.theguardian.com/environment/india-untamed/2015/mar/06/ecologically-disastrous-dams-may-go-ahead#img-1" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #005689; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'Guardian Text Egyptian Web', Georgia, serif; line-height: 24px; text-decoration: none;"></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Guardian Text Egyptian Web', Georgia, serif; line-height: 24px;"></span><br />
<figcaption class="caption caption--main caption--img" itemprop="description" style="background-color: white; color: #767676; font-family: 'Guardian Text Sans Web', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 0.75rem; line-height: 1rem; max-width: none; min-height: 1.75rem; padding: 0.5rem 0px 1.5rem;"> A submerged idol of Hindu deity Shiva stands in the flooded river Ganges at Rishikesh on 18 June 2013. Photograph: AP</figcaption><figcaption class="caption caption--main caption--img" itemprop="description" style="background-color: white; max-width: none; min-height: 1.75rem; padding: 0.5rem 0px 1.5rem;"><figcaption class="caption caption--main caption--img" itemprop="description" style="max-width: none; min-height: 1.75rem; padding: 0.5rem 0px 1.5rem;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">In mid-February, the ministry of environment and forests virtually approved six hydropower dams. This is the latest in an 18-month-long debate on the ecological impact of dams in Uttarakhand.</span></span></figcaption><figcaption class="caption caption--main caption--img" itemprop="description" style="max-width: none; min-height: 1.75rem; padding: 0.5rem 0px 1.5rem;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;">In June 2013, floods severely damaged parts of the state. About 6,000 people died, and tens of thousands of pilgrims were stranded. The disaster destroyed six villages, buried dozens of others in silt, and wrecked highways. </span></figcaption><figcaption class="caption caption--main caption--img" itemprop="description" style="max-width: none; min-height: 1.75rem; padding: 0.5rem 0px 1.5rem;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;">Within days of the disaster, environmentalists and villagers alleged dams aggravated the disaster. When reservoirs brimmed over the danger mark, dam operators opened the sluice gates without warning villagers living downstream. The unexpected deluge washed away people, livestock, and buildings. Dynamite used to blast tunnels destabilised mountain slopes causing numerous landslides.</span></figcaption><figcaption class="caption caption--main caption--img" itemprop="description" style="max-width: none; min-height: 1.75rem; padding: 0.5rem 0px 1.5rem;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;">Read more at <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/environment/india-untamed/2015/mar/06/ecologically-disastrous-dams-may-go-ahead">the Guardian</a></span></figcaption></figcaption><div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-910356418291997902015-03-11T11:57:00.000+05:302015-03-11T11:57:52.061+05:30The Land Below the Wind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I learnt more than my comfort level allowed about headhunting on the 30-minute drive from Kota Kinabalu to Mari Mari Cultural Village, Sabah, East Malaysia. John Prudente, the guide, briefed our group about the traditional tribal cultures showcased at the village. One of them was the Murut, the most aggressive headhunters of the Malaysian state.<br />
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Young Murut men raided other tribes to collect heads. Headhunting was a rite of passage, turning young men into warriors and eligible bachelors. But one head wasn’t enough. The greatest warrior had the most number of skulls.<br />
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John dramatically lowered his voice and said, “They would sometimes take ladies’ heads too.” My fellow tourists gasped. Since the group was all women, I suspected he was trying to get a rise out of us. But he was serious. Murut men waited in ambush by streams where women bathed and did their laundry. They were easy to overpower, and there was no law against taking their heads. John said, “The rule of the game was to get a head, a human head. It didn’t matter if it was male or female.”<br />
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But the chilling story didn’t end there. Murut warriors didn’t spare even pregnant women, and in fact, sought them out because they got two heads with one blow. “The spirit of a pregnant woman was more powerful,” John said. Not only was headhunting a mark of bravery, the spirits of the dead did the killers’ bidding. Each warrior owned a chunk of forest for hunting and procuring medicinal herbs. Since these were far away from longhouses, spirits were essential to guard them from trespassers.<br />
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Published in Outlook Traveller February 2015. Read more <a href="http://porterfolio.net/articles/janaki-lenin-the-land-below-the-wind">here</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-88311848316365353102015-03-11T11:51:00.001+05:302015-03-11T11:51:56.925+05:30Artificial glacier could help Ladakh villagers adapt to climate change<img alt="Ice Stupa Artificial Glaciers of Ladakh : The Monk (HH the Rinpochey), The Engineer and The Artificial Glacier on 1st of May 2014." class="maxed responsive-img" height="384" itemprop="contentURL representativeOfPage" sizes="(min-width: 980px) 620px, (min-width: 740px) 700px, (min-width: 660px) 620px, (min-width: 480px) 645px, 465px" src="http://i.guim.co.uk/static/w-300/h--/q-95/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2015/2/23/1424704964142/c63f7b13-873a-44fd-879c-513d0a4762d5-300x180.jpeg" srcset="//i.guim.co.uk/static/w-620/h--/q-95/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2015/2/23/1424704964572/c63f7b13-873a-44fd-879c-513d0a4762d5-620x372.jpeg 620w, //i.guim.co.uk/static/w-700/h--/q-95/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2015/2/23/1424704964572/c63f7b13-873a-44fd-879c-513d0a4762d5-620x372.jpeg 700w, //i.guim.co.uk/static/w-645/h--/q-95/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2015/2/23/1424704964572/c63f7b13-873a-44fd-879c-513d0a4762d5-620x372.jpeg 645w, //i.guim.co.uk/static/w-465/h--/q-95/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2015/2/23/1424704963838/c63f7b13-873a-44fd-879c-513d0a4762d5-540x324.jpeg 465w" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: 'Guardian Text Egyptian Web', Georgia, serif; line-height: 24px; width: 620px;" width="640" /><br />
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Read more at <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/environment/2015/feb/24/artificial-glacier-could-help-ladakh-villagers-adapt-to-climate-change">the Guardian</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-39208179411551449802015-03-11T11:48:00.000+05:302015-03-11T11:48:01.003+05:30Carnivores in the neighbourhood<h2 style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">The tigress strode boldly across open farmlands, and crossed railway tracks and highways at night. She avoided venturing close to villages in her hunt for wild pigs. During the day, she hunkered down in forest patches, reed beds, or plantations, out of sight of people.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A few villagers walked within 100 metres of her hideout, but she didn’t move. In an area where the average human density is 200 per square kilometre, no one knew of her existence except a few researchers and forest officials. She wore a GPS collar that transmitted the coordinates of her location by text message several times a day for four months.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Contrary to popular belief that tigers need to live in vast forests, this tigress was 45 kilometres away from the nearest one, Tadoba-Andhari Tiger Reserve. The collar stopped functioning after four months, but a camera trap took her photograph in the same area a year later. She wasn’t a lone tiger struggling to survive in a less than ideal habitat; two other tigers lived nearby. Despite living so close to humans, she posed no threat to them.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">When wild carnivores are found far outside forests, managers and conservationists often grasp for excuses. Wild animals prefer wild habitats, we are told. If they are found anywhere else, there must be something wrong. Lack of habitat, disturbance within forests, and lack of prey are oft-cited reasons. After visiting the farmlands of Akole, Maharashtra, where leopards live among people without causing alarm, one forester exclaimed to the biologist studying them, “These leopards are not normal.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Animals disregard not only our boundaries but also our assumptions. They go where there is prey, whether domestic, feral or wild, and they live in what little cover is available. The only possible impediment to their survival in landscapes where humans live is the level of tolerance of people. Our religious and cultural traditions are empathetic of almost all animals including venomous snakes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Regional folk deities like Waghoba in western India and Dakshin Ray in Bengal or a pan-Indian goddess such as Durga bestow sanctity on large wild cats. Even in an extreme situation like in the Sunderbans, where more people are killed by tigers than anywhere else, no one demands that all tigers be killed. It’s because of this tolerance that India still has the largest population of wild tigers in the world despite our high human population.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">In comparison, European folk tales traditionally demonise predators, and fear of them runs deep. Even though human densities are relatively low, Europeans almost eradicated their carnivores. Brown bears used to be found throughout Europe except in Iceland and the Mediterranean Islands. By the mid-20th century, they were holding out in the east, north, and west of Europe.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Similarly, much of the continent was wiped clean of its wolves after the Second World War, but they managed to survive in the three Mediterranean peninsulas, Eastern Europe, and the Balkans. The number of Eurasian lynx also diminished, and they survived only along the margins of international borders. This dismal situation has changed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A new assessment, ‘Recovery of large carnivores in Europe’s modern human-dominated landscapes,’ by 76 authors from 26 countries, was published in Science in December 2014. It shows that like the tigress outside Tadoba, carnivores are recolonising Europe, ranging far outside protected forests and staking territories among human-owned farms and plantations.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">From the margins of Europe, wolves have recolonised more than 15 per cent of the land. They’ve returned to countries from where they had been declared extinct such as Norway, Poland, Latvia, Germany, and Bulgaria. Even though brown bears are huge, weighing an average 200 kilogrammes, they are now the continent’s most abundant carnivore. About 17,000 bears roam over 4,85,400 sq.km., about 10 per cent of Europe.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">India’s primary conservation model, borrowed from the U.S., is to create exclusive zones, separating people from predators. Carnivores need plenty of space, and American parks, free of settlements, are large enough to accommodate them. They remove any predators found outside designated wildlife areas that take livestock.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Few parks in India are devoid of settlements and not many are large enough to maintain good breeding populations. We apply the separation model as it suits us. People living in forests have to relocate to make space for predators. But if the state removes carnivores living outside forests, there won’t be many of them left. Our laws and policies guide management of animals inside forests, but there’s no state policy to deal with predators living amongst people.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">People living around forests have a long history of living with predators. Generally, they tolerate some level of loss before complaining to the Forest Department. But these complaints may not always be straightforward. Often, people are at loggerheads with the forest department. They may express their unhappiness by asking the department to remove “the government’s animals” from their property. Wildlife symbolises the state and its callous policies.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">After decades of treating their carnivores as vermin, many European countries worked hard to get them back. We haven’t yet hit a low like Europe did, but we are headed that way if we don’t turn the ship around. For instance, tigers, once found across the subcontinent, now range over a mere 2.5 per cent of our country. If the species has to regain at least some lost ground, we need to do more than focus on protected areas. Biologists advocate lifting our heads and looking at the landscape. This is also where numerous people live and they decide if they want to live with predators. Antagonising them isn’t going to achieve conservation ends.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">By following a coexistence model, the Europeans not only managed to bring back carnivores, they have proved it works. Europe now has twice as many wolves as the U.S., excluding Alaska. More than 12,000 wolves range across a continent that’s half the size of the U.S. and has more than twice the density of people, 97 people per sq. km. compared to the U.S.’s 40. While protected forests are great for conservation, they cannot be the only strategy. It’s time India learned from the European experience.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">(Janaki Lenin is the author of My Husband and Other Animals. She writes of the intermingled destinies of humans and wild creatures.)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Published in The Hindu <a href="http://www.thehindu.com/opinion/op-ed/comment-carnivores-in-the-neighbourhood/article6768460.ece">Comment January 9, 2015</a></span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-41983885862401976072015-03-11T11:42:00.001+05:302015-03-11T11:42:57.273+05:30Mumbai residents learn to live with leopards<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Guardian Egyptian Web', 'Guardian Text Egyptian Web', Georgia, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;">A unique participatory initiative in Mumbai helps residents deal with their fear of living with leopards </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Lato, sans-serif;">Published in<a href="http://porterfolio.net/articles/janaki-lenin-leopards-in-the-neighbourhood"> BBC Wildlife December 2014.</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-44481898439864674592015-01-03T11:11:00.000+05:302015-01-03T11:11:16.135+05:30The shifting sands of camel herders<br />
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I know I have arrived at my destination in Mundara, Pali district, Rajasthan.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A young man emerges from the house, introducing himself as Baburam, Hajiram’s son. A camel rises quickly and awkwardly to its feet—one leg is hobbled. Baburam approaches it, slings a noose around its neck, and brings it to its knees. It brays loudly like a donkey, and raising its hairy tail, ejects copious amounts of jamun-shaped green droppings. The man grabs the animal’s snout and it screams as if it is being slaughtered. Its unsympathetic flock mates continue to chew the cud.</div>
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Baburam’s elderly father, Hajiram Dewasi, makes an appearance now. He splashes the camel’s ear with warm water, and squeezes and extracts white gobs of pus. After he applies a salve, his son releases the camel. It scrambles up on three legs and suspiciously watches the men examining the others.</div>
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On any other day, this would be the cue for Hajiram to leave with his herd. But he has agreed to a delay of a few minutes to talk to me. Although in his sixties, he doesn’t seem the kind to sit still. He picks up two balls of camel wool yarn and settles down beside me on a <i>charpoy</i>. Throughout our conversation, he twirls a spindle, twisting two strands of wool into a sturdier yarn that will later be turned into a <i>dhurrie</i>.</div>
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When Shiva was lost in meditation, his wife, Parvati, grew bored. She fashioned an animal with five legs out of sediment from a pond. When Shiva finished his meditation, she asked him to give the figurine life. The animal couldn’t walk forward or backward. So he folded one leg over its back and that’s how the camel got its hump.</div>
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But did Shiva set the Raika down in Baluchistan? Historians think the community probably moved eastwards to India with Muslim warriors in the 10th century. Rajput rulers, notably the maharajas of Bikaner, Jodhpur, Udaipur and Alwar, employed some to manage their camel breeding operations and camel cavalry. Other Raika had their own breeding herds.</div>
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Hajiram grazes his camels on the outskirts of Mundara village for up to 12 hours a day for most of the year. They browse on trees in village pastures and on crop stalks left over from the harvest in fallow fields. In exchange, their nutrient-rich droppings fertilise the soil. Once the rains begin in June, farmers plant crops and camels are not welcome. Pastoralists with their sheep, goats, cows, and camels migrate to Kumbhalgarh Wildlife Sanctuary in the Aravalli hill range. But for the past four decades, livestock is prohibited from the reserve and trespassers are fined. The loss of critical summer grazing grounds hits the Raika hard.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Baburam says, “I don’t sell camel milk because I don’t get a good price. If I started to sell milk, I’ll compromise the health of our calves. I prefer to get a good price for healthy calves than make little by selling milk. I have eight buffaloes and I also have a job in Surat. My brother runs a school here. So we are not dependent on camels. Few Raika can afford to depend only on camels.”</div>
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Outside, once we’re out of earshot of his father, Baburam whispers, “I’m keeping camels just to keep my father happy. I can’t bear to see his sadness if we sold them all. In my family, I’m the eighth generation to keep camels. But it’s a struggle to keep them fed.”</div>
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From Mundara, I make my way south to Sadri town and towards Ranakpur. There are numerous temples along the way. Although ubiquitous throughout Rajasthan, camels do not figure in temple art. Goddesses sit astride lions or tigers, while doorways are guarded by elephant motifs. Were camels not sanctified because they were common?</div>
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I go to meet Dailibai, a feisty spokesperson for pastoral rights, near the famous Ranakpur Jain temple. She sits in the middle of the room wearing a long skirt and a bright pink <i>odni</i> pulled over her head. One arm is encircled entirely by white plastic bangles that in her mother’s time would have been of ivory. The other is wrapped in a bandage, healing from a fracture. A large gold nose ring partially hides her smile, while silver earrings so heavy they distend her lobes swing and tinkle as she talks.</div>
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She says, “Camels need forests to graze. Trees and plants benefit from animal dung and urine. Seeds dispersed by animals grow faster. Even if there were more nilgai to do this job, you cannot g<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="a"></a>et milk, ghee, or anything from them. Camels eat the leaves of many different species of trees and that’s why people who drink their milk are healthy.”</div>
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I make the case for forest protection. “Kumbhalgarh is the only forest in the entire Aravalli range. It’s the only refuge for wild animals. Shouldn’t it be protected from people?”</div>
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“Even the foresters’ fathers cannot save this forest,” she shoots back. “They take money on the side and let you cut trees. Many resorts have come up inside. They will finish the jungle. Only pastoralists can take care of forests. Since the ban on livestock, there are more fires than before. With no goats or sheep to graze, the grass grows high. People who go to collect honey set fire to the dry grass. In earlier times, if there was a fire, people beat a big <i>dhol</i> and summoned the whole village. We would put out the fire. Now nobody goes to put out fires. The whole forest burns for two months sometimes.”</div>
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It’s a clear morning and I watch 55-year-old Manaram tend to a herd of 15 camels. Just like Hajiram and Baburam, he doesn’t miss a wound or scratch. One young male tries to bite him as he struggles to control it. The camel succeeds only in unravelling the long length of twisted maroon cloth that forms the turban. Manaram quickly wraps it back into place and goes back to ministering the camel. The turban is more than a mere insulator from the desert sun; it is a helmet to protect Raika heads from the unwelcome attentions of these tall animals.</div>
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Manaram does not seem to be doing well. He wears a torn polyester shirt over his <i>dhoti</i>, and his earlobes are devoid of ornaments. He looks gaunt, and his arms and legs are as thin as sticks.</div>
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It’s 9 a.m. when Manaram is ready to leave, and I tag along. He drives the herd with a series of barked commands towards a forested hill. The animals’ soft padded feet are sensitive to sharp stones and thorns. Bells around the necks of a couple of adults tinkle as they move through a forest of thorny <i>Prosopis</i>. Even though the animals walk sedately, I have to walk briskly to keep up. Occasionally, one stomps its foot in alarm at my proximity, and I move away, afraid of being kicked.</div>
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Half an hour later, we are inside Kumbhalgarh forest. When the animals want to stop at the first edible tree, Manaram refuses to let them. “Move on,” he seems to say by clicking his tongue. Finally, he deems we are in a good forest and lets the camels forage. With a loud sigh, he sits down in the shade on a boulder, while the animals fan out into the grove.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I watch their extremely mobile lips pick leaves from thorny branches. They strip leaves with a swift movement from thornless ones. The yellow flowers of the white bark acacia trees and curly, green pods of sickle bush trees are favourites. Although Manaram seems half-asleep, he keeps an eye on the herd. When a camel ventures off down the path, he called, “Karje, Karje.” The animal comes back.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At noon, we come up on a flowing creek. Even though the day is hot and I have gulped down almost all the water I carried, the animals hardly seem to need water. They take a short drink and seem more interested in the lush vegetation along the banks. The only people we meet along the way are herders with cattle and goats. Manaram exchanges a few words with them and we carry on.</div>
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Langurs shake tree branches in a display of dominance and doves shoot like bullets through the sky. The wind whistles through the trees and the camels’ bells tinkle softly. When we sit down for a rest, we watch magpie-robins bob on the path, picking up insects. As the sun descends from the noon sky, the harsh light slowly turns gentle and mellow. I ration the last few mouthfuls of water and eat biscuits for lunch, but I feel refreshed by the contemplative time I spent with the camels.</div>
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At 6 p.m., as dusk begins to colour the sky, Manaram gives the command to return. Obediently, the herd sets off and we tail behind. Although I have spent the day with them, the camels continue to look at me with suspicion. It is dark by the time we return to Rajpura village.</div>
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The next morning, I chat with Gemunaram, a 40-year-old Raika herder with a beaked nose, heavy-lidded eyes, and an easy laugh. He lives about 15 kilometres from Rajpura, and he also takes his camels into Kumbhalgarh forest.</div>
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“Do you chase the leopard away and save your camel?”</div>
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“No. I let it go, or it might jump on me instead. Then the leopard has enough to eat for a year. If we didn’t take livestock into the forest for grazing, leopards will die of starvation. Or they’ll come to villages. If it eats one animal, it makes no difference. I have 10 others.”</div>
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After a pause, Gemunaram says that more than leopards, sloth bears are the real danger. While the cats only take camels, startled bears or mothers protecting their young lash out at herders with their long, sharp claws. People have suffered grievous injuries and sometimes even lost their lives.</div>
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“Taking camels foraging is a lot of fun. I drink camel milk. They have fun and I have fun,” said Gemunaram, laughter creasing his face.</div>
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Hanwant Singh Rathore, the portly director of the NGO Lokhit Pashu-Palak Sansthan (LPPS), gives some context to the pastoralists’ use of forest. Much before Independence, Kumbhalgarh was a royal hunting ground and grazing was allowed in some parts of it. After Independence, pastoralists paid a fee to the forest department, the new custodian of the forest, and continued to graze their livestock. In the 1970s, the forest was protected as Kumbhalgarh Wildlife Sanctuary and declared off-limits to pastoralists. When guards found livestock grazing within the forest, they seized them and levied heavy penalties, up to Rs. 500 per camel.</div>
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Many conservationists and foresters are concerned about degradation of forests and over-grazing. In an assessment of the threats facing wildlife in Kumbhalgarh, biologists Anil Chhangani and S. M. Mohnot, and geographer Paul Robbins say the number of wild animals in the park has declined. </div>
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Although tigers became extinct here in 1960, the populations of other carnivores such as leopards, hyenas, and jackals have grown or remained stable. Nilgai and wild boar numbers are surging because they survive on crops, but the populations of chinkara, four-horned antelope, and sambhar are plummeting. Scientists speculate the drought of 2000 severely affected these wild herbivores, and their ability to cope may be compromised by competition with livestock.</div>
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Although the ban on livestock is the official policy, the Raika and other pastoralists march into the forest with several thousands of livestock during the rains. There are no records of how many livestock enter the forest every year, or how much the department collects as fines. Every Raika I interviewed said they don’t receive a receipt for the fine, and they accuse forest officials of exploiting the ban to enrich themselves. When the amount of money they had to pay as fines broke the bank, pastoralists took drastic measures. In 2010 and 2012, thousands of Raika gathered in Sadri to protest the ban. Dailibai gave a fiery speech and emotions ran high.</div>
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It’s not just the Raika of Pali District who face restrictions on livestock foraging. In Bikaner, the Indira Gandhi canal destroyed the best camel areas. With water for irrigation readily available, farmers from the Punjab settled there to grow three crops a year. To prevent free-ranging camels from crop-raiding, they often resort to cruel measures such as tying up the mouths of camels or tying thorny branches to their tails so the animals can’t rest. The army took over a vast tract of land between Jaisalmer and Pokharan, and trespassing camels were shot dead. Wind and solar farms occupied other pasture lands.</div>
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Unable to feed their animals, the Raika sold female camels, despite the traditional prohibition. They also violated another taboo: camels were sold for meat in Uttar Pradesh, and many were smuggled across the border to far away Bangladesh. Since 2002, community leaders, aided by LPPS, have appealed to the Raika to not sell female camels, or at least sell them to other Raika even if they paid less. They wrote letters to the district magistrate, collector, and animal husbandry departments to stop the slaughter of camels. Their appeals appeared to fall on deaf ears for more than a decade, as India dropped from owning the third largest camel population in the world in 1990 to the seventh position in 2007. In 1997, Rajasthan had nearly 7,00,000 camels, while in 2012, it had only 4,00,000. </div>
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At one time, a herd of 25 to 30 camels was enough for a family to sustain itself. Ones with hundreds of camels were considered rich. Then, women were said to have appealed to their parents, “<i>Mere ko jin gao panaye jisme sandia hain,</i>” meaning ‘Marry me into a village with many she-camels.’ But in recent decades, as the value of camels fell so did the stock of herders. Young men who lived the traditional life can’t get brides.</div>
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In 2014, a draft bill—banning the slaughter of camels, transport of the animals out of the state, and castration of males—was tabled in the Rajasthan state assembly. Far from welcoming the move, Hajiram, Baburam, Dailibhai, and Gemunaram are of the unanimous opinion the ban on killing ought to apply only to female camels. Male camels should be exempt from the ban, they say.</div>
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The bottom has fallen out of the market for male camels. Farmers moved to tractors and traders preferred trucks to slow-plodding camels. Even the camel-borne Border Security Force that patrolled the sandy border areas with Pakistan declared it would switch over to all-terrain vehicles. The animals are more sought after outside the state than within, but the draft bill would prevent their export. If there was no one to buy male calves in Rajasthan, how would the Raika survive? They couldn’t keep them either.</div>
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In winter, male camels go into rut, a testosterone-charged condition called <i>keenja</i>. Gemunaram says, “Adult male camels become obsessed with females and will kill any other males in the herd, even young ones. During that time, we don’t take the males out foraging. The only way to manage them is to tie their legs and stall-feed them.”</div>
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It’s not just other male camels that need to watch out. Gemunaram says, “One bit my father’s arm and its teeth penetrated right through. In Malwa, a boy hit a camel in <i>keenja</i> with a stick. The next year, during rutting season, when the boy was asleep, the camel sat on him and squashed him to death. I hit a male camel once to make it obey. The next year, when it went into <i>keenja</i>, it followed me everywhere. It was trying to kill me. I sold him away. One of my three sons is deathly scared of camels since that incident.”</div>
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Ilse Kohler-Rollefson, a German activist for pastoral rights, spends part of the year in Sadri. A tall blonde with blue eyes, she loved to wear clothes with camel motifs. I ask her, “Why are camels absent from temples?”</div>
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She replies, “Elephants signify good luck, lions for victory, and camels symbolise love.”</div>
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In a famous Rajasthani love ballad, the hero Mahendra’s camel Chikal transported him 200 km. every night from Umerkot to meet his lover, Momul, at Lodurva, near Jaisalmer. Before dawn broke, the camel valiantly took him back home only to bring him back that night.</div>
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As long as a male camel has a harem of females to himself, there is no problem. The slightest provocation in the form of male calves brings out the worst in them. Perhaps this is why the Pushkar camel fair takes place in late October, just ahead of the winter troubles. Camel breeders can sell their male calves and maintain peace in their herds.</div>
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Five days before the official inauguration of the fair on
October 30, camels begin congregating on the western edge of town. Some herds walk
for 14 days to get there. After a couple of days, Ilse and Hanwant, regular
attendees of the annual mela, pronounce there are far fewer camels than any
preceding year. Pointing to the vast sloping open field covered with parthenium
weed, otherwise known as congress grass, they say it used to be covered in
camels. Now, bunches of the weed’s untrampled flowers point heavenward, as
herds of camels stand in tight knots. The draft bill banning the slaughter of
camels has put a damper on the proceedings. None of the Raika I had planned to
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Calves recently separated from their mothers bray and bleat
in loneliness. Some try to suckle from unrelated females, while others set off
on three legs, with the hobbled fourth tied up, to look for their mothers.
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Large adult males pull bedecked tourist-filled carts along
the one road skirting the grounds. Rutting season hasn’t set in yet, and the
males stride sedately, chewing the cud, seemingly unaffected by the bustling
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In the middle of the day, from the shade of a Gujjar’s tea
stall, I notice a couple of men, dressed in shirts and trousers, haggling with
a group of Raika. When the herders shake their heads, refusing their offer, one
of the men waves a sheaf of Rs. 500 notes, as if to tempt them. When the
turbaned men flatly refuse, turning away from the cash, the prospective buyer
puts the money away inside his shirt and wanders over to the next herd. This
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bottle sloshing with black liquid. Dipping a twig into the container, the man paints
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Deal done, the buyers come to the stall for tea. They say they
paid Rs. 36,000 for two adults that they’d rent out in Delhi for wedding
processions. But they marked more than two adults. The draft bill has made
everyone nervous, and nobody wanted to admit to anything. As we sit drinking
our tea and watching the scene, cheerful tourists take photographs of the
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During the day, the Raika visit their friends and drink camel
milk tea out of steel bowls. They grumble that the price of camel milk was low.
They can’t get more than Rs. 20 for a litre. “Even a bottle of water costs that
much,” one says. They all want Saras, the state dairy cooperative, to set up a separate
unit for camel milk. If they get good prices, they won’t sell their females,
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“All the best milk yielding breeds are being sold for meat,”
Ilse despairs. One of the herders picks up a fistful of dirt and polishes a
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By the third day, many Raika complain that the price of
camels has hit rock bottom. Females that sold for Rs. 20,000 last year now
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Every afternoon, I walk around the grounds, hoping to catch
sight of colourful ribbons tied to camel tails, the mark of a traditional
purchase by breeders who want females to augment their herds or farmers who
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When it is clear no more camels are arriving at the fair, I
drop in at the office of the fair administrator at the animal husbandry
department. Only 4,356 camels have arrived at a fair that had seen 50,000 in
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On the penultimate day of the fair, Baburam and Hajiram
arrive. As a venerated elder, Hajiram is immediately sucked into discussions
with other Raika. Raghunathdas, the priest of the Shree Akhil Bharatiya Ram
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Surrounded by camels and sitting on burlap sacks, the crowd
of Raika men agrees there should not be any restriction on the slaughter of
male camels. They draft a petition to Chief Minister Vasundhara Raje that includes
a demand for setting up a camel milk market, and lifting the ban on grazing in
forests. Some sign their names in a shaky hand, and most impress their
ink-stained thumbs on the petition. By the time the meeting draws to a close,
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The next morning, I wander around the grounds with Baburam. The
first group of Raika we meet hails him and we join the men for a sip of tea. My
stomach hasn’t revolted after drinking tea from a dirt-cleaned bowl so I accept
the beverage. One of the Raika is talking to a few men as they circle a group
of hobbled calves. The main man is dressed in a dazzling white kurta and
pyjamas. Under the cover of good-natured banter, a deal is struck. </div>
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“It should have upright ears, like a horse. Its nose should
be held high, and it should neither be too dark nor too light in colour. There
should be a gap in its armpit so its legs don’t rub against its chest.”</div>
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Baburam has other news. A couple of days before, Otaram
Dewasi, a Raika, was inducted into the state cabinet as a minister of state for
care of cows and temples. Baburam has just been hired as a cook at the
minister’s home. He has to leave for Jaipur within a couple of hours.</div>
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“Of course. But the minister knows the situation already.”</div>
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slaughter outnumber them. <span style="background: white;">Although their owners
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tell them apart. The Sirohi is black with whitish eyelids, the Sanchori is the
most beautiful with its nose held high, and the Malvi has a drooping lower lip.
Until he shows me, these characteristics were so subtle, I couldn’t have picked
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">When our friends, Ritish Suri and his wife, Minakshi, residents of the area, invited Rom and I to visit, I demurred. Ritish insisted there were parts of Corbett, like Halduparao, that few tourists visited. Then he dangled a carrot: herds of elephants congregated in the nearby river during May, at a time when the country was in a heat daze. My spouse, Rom, had last visited 40 years ago when he did the first crocodile survey in the area, just when the water had risen to fill the newly constructed Kalagarh dam.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I had never visited Corbett Tiger Reserve. The main tourist complex of the Forest Department was smack in the core area, supposedly a zone of no human disturbance. Scores of private resorts lined the edges of the park, and many hosted loud parties. None of this enticed me to visit.</span></span></div>
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I was intrigued, and Rom was curious to see how the park had changed since.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Read the rest here at <a href="http://www.outlooktraveller.com/article/Interview:-Krzysztof-Wielicki-the-ice-warrior-1006578#13924">Outlook Traveller</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-91980022280382987272014-12-13T11:22:00.000+05:302014-12-13T11:22:21.257+05:30Dead Reckoning<a href="http://indianquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/lenin.jpg" style="-webkit-transition: all 0.2s linear; background-color: white; color: #d00000; font-family: 'Open Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; transition: all 0.2s linear;"><img alt="Photographs: Manish Chandi" class="size-medium wp-image-2138" height="407" src="http://indianquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/lenin-614x407.jpg" style="border: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" width="614" /></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Open Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"></span><br />
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We had lost sight of land when the full import of our enterprise hit me. Five of us from the Indian mainland and six Karen from North Andaman were in two dungis (dugout canoes) headed for the re- mote uninhabited island of South Sentinel. We were to make a film about the wildlife of the island.<br />
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None of us carried a compass, charts or sextant to navigate the seas because we didn’t know how to use them. Handy GPS devices were not yet in vogue in 1998, and we couldn’t afford flares, radios or satellite phones. There was no way to communicate with anyone should we run into trouble. Instead, we were dependent on two venerable Karen gentle- men, Uncle Paung and Uncle Pambwein, to get us there. Suddenly, our intrepid little expedition seemed foolhardy.<br />
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Read more at <a href="http://indianquarterly.com/dead-reckoning/">The Indian Quarterly October-December 2014</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-16165013635557875632014-12-13T11:16:00.000+05:302014-12-13T11:16:44.707+05:30Locals fearful of suspected killer tiger released near their village in India<a class="article__img-container js-gallerythumbs" data-is-ajax="" data-link-name="Launch Article Lightbox" href="http://www.theguardian.com/environment/india-untamed/2014/dec/04/locals-fearful-suspected-killer-tiger-released-near-village-india#img-1" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #005689; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'Guardian Text Egyptian Web', Georgia, serif; line-height: 24px; text-decoration: none;"></a><br />
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Scared residents of Talawade in Karnataka are calling for forest officials to recapture a tiger, suspected of killing a woman and chasing vehicles, that has been released into a wildlife reserve near their village.<br />
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Read more at <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/environment/india-untamed/2014/dec/04/locals-fearful-suspected-killer-tiger-released-near-village-india">the Guardian</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-34921213508348962182014-10-25T16:07:00.002+05:302014-10-25T16:07:42.077+05:30India’s largest dam given clearance but still faces flood of opposition<img alt="A dam in Arunachal Pradesh. Travelib Environment/Alamy" class="gu-image" height="276" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2014/10/20/1413781972586/c3355abd-0c0b-400d-ac74-da37dcbf0530-460x276.jpeg" style="background-color: white; background-repeat: no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; height: auto; line-height: 18.9871444702148px; margin: 0px auto 5px; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px;" width="460" /><br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-39137046003875600002014-10-25T16:03:00.001+05:302014-10-25T16:03:26.627+05:30India’s air quality figures can't be trusted<img alt="In the city of Delhi, commuters wait for a bus early on a polluted morning." class="gu-image" height="276" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2014/10/20/1413778384784/92f39eab-6cf4-4d5c-ad78-e2abdc71d059-460x276.jpeg" style="background-color: white; background-repeat: no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; height: auto; line-height: 18.9871444702148px; margin: 0px auto 5px; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px;" width="460" /><br />
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The case of the ‘Putin’s tiger’, Kuzya, has brought the dangers of poaching back into the spotlight. Russian president Vladimir Putin released the 19-month-old Siberian tiger in a remote forest in May this year. Five months later, one week ago, Kuzya swam across the frigid waters of the Amur river into China. </div>
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The event set diplomatic lines jangling. China scrambled to dismantle poachers’ traps and set up more than 60 camera traps in the area.</div>
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Kuzya and his siblings were orphaned after their mother fell victim to a poacher two years ago. Illegal hunting is one of the most serious threats to tigers; a dead tiger is said to be worth $10,000 (£6,300).</div>
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Even though Indian tigers rarely wander into China, they are in grave danger too. Poachers are more interested in tiger bones, an ingredient in traditional Chinese medicine, than pelts.</div>
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Last month, 40 tigers appeared to have gone missing in the Indian state of Maharashtra. Preliminary estimates of the census this year revealed there were fewer tigers than in 2010 in some wildlife sanctuaries. Poachers are feared to have targeted India’s national animal.</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-47123827136642271512014-10-08T19:06:00.003+05:302014-10-08T19:06:32.719+05:30The UN climate summit reveals India's hypocrisy on saving forestsPublished in the Guardian Environment Blog on 26 Sept 2014<br />
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At the UN climate change summit in New York on Tuesday, Javadekar is reported to have said: “The moral principle of historic responsibility [those countries which have historically emitted the most] cannot be washed away.”</div>
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But while he champions historic responsibility abroad, he’s an instrument of eroding historic justice at home.</div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.9871444702148px;">Earlier this month, Javadekar stated the government would amend the act so it </span>would not be mandatory any more to seek forest people’s consent<span style="line-height: 18.9871444702148px;">. So much for historic justice.</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-50885166018269610562014-10-08T18:59:00.001+05:302014-10-08T19:02:24.736+05:30Pigs of conflictCalled Making a pig's ear of it on <a href="http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/features/blink/cover/making-a-pigs-ear-of-it/article6446221.ece">BLink</a> 26 Sept 2014<br />
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Rocks protruded dramatically out of the hillside. Weathered and evenly grooved, they looked like petrified wood. I recognized neem and Indian mulberry trees dotting the landscape. Down in the valley, a linear grove of verdant date palms marked an unseen water course. Tussocks of grass with tall seed heads brushed against my salwar. With head bent down, I was engrossed in identifying plants and on the look-out for mammal droppings as I picked my way up the hillside. The expanse of forest was so vast, I couldn’t gauge distances, nor could I estimate the height of distant trees. This is one of the largest restoration sites in India: the Timbaktu Collective’s Kalpavalli forest in Andhra Pradesh’s Anantapur District.<br />
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Siddharth Rao, the resident ecologist, had just pointed out a blackbuck latrine site. These graceful antelopes habitually visit the same spot to drop their black, oval pellets. Wolves, jackals, leopards, foxes, and sloth bears also called this place home, and I was keen to find some evidence of their presence. The constant distant hum of airplanes flying overhead made me think even this remote area was under an air corridor. Absentmindedly, I looked up at the blue sky and realized there were no airplanes. The sound was caused by the gigantic blades of numerous windmills slowly turning in the golden evening light. I had seen them on arrival but had forgotten them as I focussed on plants and creatures.<br />
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The more I wandered along the hill slope, the more I realized the restoration was an unsung conservation effort. Folks from eight villages had slogged to restore 7,500 acres of completely denuded pasture land that’s commonly dismissed as wasteland. I just had to see the barren, rocky hills outside the Kalpavalli area to know what the villagers had achieved. They planted seeds, protected saplings from livestock, created fire lines, built check dams, dug trenches, and put out fires day and night. Not a mean feat in the second driest area of the country, where summer temperatures can sear the pale of skin and heart. If the meagre rainfall failed, drought was certain. Despite more than 20 years of effort, the hill slopes were lightly wooded. If the annual rainfall were higher or had the topsoil been intact, the outcome would have been a thick green canopy. <br />
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The villagers went through this punishing regimen of creation and protection for a very good reason. They could harvest grass to thatch their roofs and make brooms, lop leaves for their livestock, and gather dead branches for firewood. For the poorest people, this made a difference to their standard of living. Their collective labour benefited rich and poor farmers alike. The ground water has risen from 100-feet depth to a mere 18 feet. A seasonal stream turned perennial, feeding into the 400-acre-large, 500-year-old Mushtikovila tank.<br />
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A couple of years ago, I received an email from Timbaktu asking how to keep pigs away from crops. I shared the wisdom of farmers in other parts of South Asia: the crackling noise of clusters of magnetic tape tied to the fence, and cordoning fields with old saris and fishing nets were said to scare away pigs. If none of these worked, I jokingly offered to share a good pork recipe.<br />
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I didn’t know how they fared. When the opportunity arose, I headed up to Anantapur District to see for myself. I wondered if the restoration had a role to play in the villagers’ wild pig problems. I followed Siddharth up the hill, lost in my thoughts.<br />
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Wheat-brown blackbuck does and fawns eyed us suspiciously before disappearing over the rise. Moments later, a lone, scruffy wild boar raced away in alarm.<br />
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After nightfall, we walked down to the stream. Fish darted underwater, frogs hung suspended on the water surface, and clots of algae moved slowly downstream. Water flowed even though it hadn’t rained in several months. We walked through the dense thickets of palms, wary of pigs. If we snuck too close to them, they could attack. The eyes of a civet and jackal reflected the light from our torches.<br />
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The next morning, we were back in the plains, driving down the highway. Colourful clothes tied to fences flapped in the breeze. Even though the forests were a few kilometres away, every lush field had a low platform covered by a tarpaulin-lined roof. These machans were a sure sign of sleepless farmers guarding their crops.<br />
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I asked Akulappa, one of the key people in the Kalpavalli project who grew up in the area, if the problem of wild boars was related to forest restoration. He answered thoughtfully, “There were no wild boar before. The first time I heard of one was in 1990 or 1991 when villagers from Nyamaddala killed one. Now pigs are everywhere. Not only wild boar, but also leopards, jackals, everything. This area was infamous for factionalism. In 1986, when N.T. R. [Rama Rao] was the Chief Minister, he seized all firearms. May be that’s why all these animals came back five to six years later.”<br />
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The restoration project began only in 1992, and according to Akulappa, pigs had already started making a comeback. Could it be that the lack of hunting more than the creation of a forest caused wild boar to surge in numbers?<br />
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Akulappa continued, “People say the forest provided shelter and that’s why these animals came. That’s not true. These animals don’t need habitat as much as we think. They are adaptable; they can live under rocks and thorny shrubs. Even newspapers say crops failed because of wild boar. Come, let’s go to that village and show me where is the forest. There are no forests, it’s all agricultural land, and there’s still a problem of wild boar. So don’t say growing trees brings wild boar. They don’t need forests to destroy your crop. They are everywhere.”<br />
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I quizzed farmers about their relationship with the forest, and they revealed a whole other dimension of the problem.<br />
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Nagaraju, one of the directors of Kalpavalli Tree Growers’ Cooperative and a groundnut farmer from Kogira, said he faced severe problems from pigs. He claimed the increase in forest had brought a greater diversity of birds that ate a lot of crop pests. Forests didn’t create the pig problem but windmills did. I was taken aback and looked at him quizzically wondering if I had heard right. He explained the whine of the wind turbines and disturbance caused by maintenance crews driving up and down have chased the wild boar away from forests and into the plains. Windmills also blew away rain clouds and sucked groundwater dry. The only thing that could protect crops was a high wall, he said, but he couldn’t afford it.<br />
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Ramanjanaiyya from Kambalapalli grew groundnuts and lentils, and pigs made a merry meal of them. He had tried tying saris around the fence but that didn’t work. He and his wife took turns walking around the fields, constantly yelling and beating a drum all night long. He said the moment he sat down for a rest, they muscled their way through the fence. He asked, “How many nights can I stay up awake? During the day, my wife and I take our sheep grazing. At night, one of us guards the animals at home, while the other watches the crops.” He also blamed the windmills for his wild pig woes.<br />
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Chinna Narasimha, of the same village, said the pigs were bold. “Even if I stand right next to them and shine a light on their faces, they still try to enter the fields.” While pigs ate anything, blackbuck ate lenthils. The windmills were the reason he lost almost half his crop to pigs, he complained. Only a deep wide trench would stop the pigs from entering fields, he said.<br />
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Neelakant cultivated 130 acres for the Timbaktu Kutumbham Trust. Even if pigs didn’t like the crop, they rooted around and destroyed the plants. He picked up hair clippings from barber shops and spread them on his fields. “It worked well in the dry season. When the pigs sniffed the ground, the hair entered their nostrils and irritated them. They don’t like that. When the rains came, it didn’t work anymore.”<br />
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He continued, “I also tried old saris, gunny sacks, plastic bags, plastic dolls.... On the first day they won’t come. The second day, they listen and wait. If it makes the same noise, they’ll approach cautiously, and then they lose all fear. Even magnetic tape works for one day, but the next day it doesn’t work. Same with fire crackers.”<br />
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I burrowed into details: how much of the crop was lost, which crops suffered less damage, and did pigs eat crops in a particular season. It was several minutes before I realized pigs were a metaphor of the villagers’ unhappiness with the windmill companies.<br />
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While wind energy is celebrated as a sustainable source of power, a green energy, here in Anantapur, wind farms have come at a cost to the community forest. Wind power companies hacked wide roads around hillsides, destroying the trenches villagers built to arrest the flow of rainwater and toppling two-decade-old trees. Since retaining walls haven’t been built, boulders and loose soil sit precariously on the verge. The 10- to 14-feet embankments are too high for livestock to scramble up. Villagers are forced to drive their animals in circuitous paths to reach their destinations. The companies also flattened peaks of hillocks to install windmills.<br />
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But one incident upset villagers more than any others. Farmers in the area donate cattle to the Guttur Gopalaswamy temple set deep in the forest. This herd of holy Hallikar cattle, an indigenous breed, grazes in the restored forest. Soon after the windmill construction, about 100 cattle died. They had eaten the plastic carelessly discarded by the construction workers.<br />
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By trampling villagers’ efforts, the wind farm companies have unleashed the pigs of conflict.<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18454990.post-88548434577014038972014-08-05T16:49:00.000+05:302014-08-05T16:49:04.126+05:30Where have all the big animals gone? Indian park devoid of many species, further threatened by forest loss<img custom="600" itemprop="contentUrl representativeOfPage" src="http://mongabay-images.s3.amazonaws.com/14/0804-bengal-nam.jpg" style="border: 0px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 600px;" /><br style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /><i style="border: 0px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">Male Bengal tiger caught on camera trap in Namdapha Tiger Reserve. Photo © Panthera, NTCA, APFD, NNPA, and Aaranyak.</i><span style="border: 0px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="border: 0px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;">Namdapha National Park, the third largest in India at 200,000 hectares, is located in the northeastern state of Arunachal Pradesh. Its extensive dipterocarp forests are the northernmost lowland tropical rainforests in the world. Temperate broad-leaved forests cloak the higher elevations, and beyond the treeline lie alpine meadows and snow-capped peaks that reach 4,571 meters (14,997 feet). However, the region has lost thousands of hectares of forest in the past decade, and studies project the situation may simply worsen in the coming years.</span><span style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br />Read more <a href="http://news.mongabay.com/2014/0804-gfrn-lenin-namdapha.html">in Mongabay</a></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">(c) Janaki Lenin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0