We lived in harmony on these beaches and hills with plenty of neighbours all of different backgrounds. Our forefathers and their forefathers always lived here.
We had plenty to eat, breed and thrive.
A few years ago this greedy fellow came from the city and decided to build a resort on our land
so that he could get all those city dwellers over here during the weekends to watch us and get entertained. That way he could make lot more money than he already had.
Just that would have been okay. It did not stop with just one greedy fellow. Other fellows followed him and before we knew it, they built a chain of resorts all over.
That is when ...
Koel lost her nest along
with her little ones when the trees were cut to make a sea-facing luxury suite for the resort.
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| Koel the cuckoo |
Nagina mourns almost
every day seeing one or the other member of her family getting killed.
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| Nagina the viper |
Gomathy herself is getting
skinny and bony like those models who come to these resorts, what would she
feed her little one ?
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| Gomathy the cow |
Chanchal flits all over the place full of melancholy. Her little ones hardly ever transform into a
beautiful butterfly these days. She does not know it, but it is the radiation from those mobile phones from the resort guests that kill them before they are born.
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| Chanchal the butterfly |
Little Dolly died and got washed away to the shore after she choked on a plastic cover that came floating into the sea.
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| Dolly the baby Dolphin |
The local fishermen would
never fish in the months that did not have an ‘R’ in them. They all thought it
was just a myth. But it was a myth with a reason. In the months of May, June,
July and August when the monsoon’s fury was at its best that Nemo and his
clan would securely breed in the deep
sea.
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| Jonathan the Seagull |
But ever since the big
trawlers from the factory came and started fishing throughout the year, poor Jonathan
the Seagull hardly gets any food.
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| Yours truly - Chimpu the Chimpanzee |
I am only one out here with some intelligence, so I hide behind the bushes and helplessly watch it all unfold.
It is getting very lonely out here. But what else can I do .
It is only a matter of time...they might take me away and put me in a zoo.
Photo courtesy : These crackpots from the concrete jungles.
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| Anand Sethuraman and friends |
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Nice write up....loved the names given to them :)
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