Me Sahyadri - October 2014

/ Sahyadri Geographic by Vivek Kale
 

 
 


 

Me Sahyadri
मी सह्याद्री
October 2014
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The landscapes suddenly come to life in post-monsoon season. As the veils of mist on the ghat tops slowly vanish. The monsoon transformation come to the light. Life is rich and visible in these postmonsoon days. It is not
only the plants but also the insects are plenty? Some plants flower in the season. The landscapes turn enchanting. Some plants are beautiful even without flowering. The insects take refuge of the plants. They have their own social behavior with respect to each other.
 

 

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Me Sahyadri, October 2014
 
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An Island with a small tree.
 
When we reached the island, it was early morning. There was a chill in the wind. The grass was wet and was covered with the dew. The wetness of the grass in no time was climbing us, but we did not care. We were on the island of grass. The island was having grass everywhere, except a small
tree in the middle. There was no escape. The small tree had hardly forty fifty leaves and was barely three feet tall. We took the shelter beneath the tree. The swallows were flying over the grass looking for the insects. They were few but were doing it again and again. The island was so
 

 

 
The depth of the fall
 
small that the swallows had to turn around sharply quite often at the edges of the island. Viewing the acrobatics of the swallows was the grand pleasure. By now the morning mist and fog had turned it to the cumulous clouds. The shadows of the clouds were running over the meadow of the island, only to fall suddenly over the edges of its cliffs deep below in to the ordinary world. With the wind and the rains the island was
cracking at the edges. There were no loose rocks there. A small water puddle was at the eastern edge. It had hardly any water left. The sun was over head and the heat had taken away the dew from the grass. The island was dry and pale green. The thin stream was jumping in to the land below. The valley was booming with the sound of water. From the falling water some water drops were flying into thin air, never to return below in the main stream.
 

 

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The morning glory
 
> It was early morning. The sun was glowing and making its path through the scattered clouds on the eastern horizon. The distant hills in the rain shadow desert could be seen on the horizon. The light beams were searching something in the hills and the plains between. As the sun rose, with its light bloomed many Smithia flowers. While these bloom, the other
flowers like Tutari were closing down, exchanging the smiles in the twilight. As the sun came up, the golden light was spread slowly over the land, the golden yellow flowers of Smithia were lit bright. The honeybees were waiting for the dew to disappear. The honeybees then landed on the tiny flowers. The small branches of the herb were bent with the weight of the honeybees, again to spring back after the bees left.
 

 

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The elements of nature
 
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The floating carpet
 
The sky at east was lit red. The laterite mountain top was glowing in the morning glory. The sky was empty except few clouds at the distant horizon.
The folds of the hills were prominent in the morning light. The dew from the dawn was still lingering on the grass. It was warm in the sunlight and cold in the shadow.
 

 

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The tortoise plants
 
The monsoon transformed the land. The small hills were now covered with the green grass. It was as green as it could have been. It was early morning, and the sun was yet to rise. The streamlets were carrying the water downhill. The little barking dear was grazing in the grass close to the
forest. The grass was all wet, and the dew drops were all sparkling. The dew was everywhere. The small spider webs were all ornamented with the dew. I wondered, had someone ever seen the dew drops forming. The web was perfect, the dew drops were lit in the twilight. Around the corner, we could see the beautiful
 

 

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The perfection of Tortoise
 
semispherical plants. The group of plants looked as if the tortoises are walking downhill towards the lake. The plants had kept the distance from each other. The leaves were places along the spherical surface. It was surprising to note that these plants were more disciplined in their growth,
unlike most of the plants and trees which we see show randomness in their growth. Otherwise the symmetry in nature is not surprising. We see it in flowers, leaves and animals These spherical plants are called as Pleocaulus ritchei. The plant flowers once in 7 years. It is endemic to western ghats. One plant had flowered. All
 

 

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The man versus nature
 
kind of insects were on the plants. Small honeybees were hovering on the plant with purple flowers. There were occasional pink flowers stemmed out of the semi sphere of Pleocaulus ritchei. These pink flowers were of Impatiens lawii. We observed the honeybees, the little insects around
the flowers for a while. As the sun rose, above the horizon, the soft golden light spread over the grass. The green grass now looked like golden grass. The impatiens petals dazzled in the golden light. The grass behind was dotted with small green orchids. The grass was full of life. I felt like walking below the grass like ants.
 

 

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The water
 
We are pressing the land and nature , so much so that the life is suppressed on it. We call it as a path made by human being to find our way to live with
the development. What are we developing. No one knows. But then if Darwin was correct, are we not supposed to develop for survival of our own or are we ?
 

 

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The orchid in the grass
 
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Human and its perspectives
 
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The life at the edge
 
Seems like life on the edge has some benefits. Often the organisms and plants get more at one edge or at one end. There seems to be a benefit in
living on the edge. Being in a first row, in front. But the edges often erode, crack down. There is a risk with advantage or may be advantage with risk.
 

 

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Risk at the edge
 
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Light and no light
 
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No clarity
 
Nothing was clear. The mist had filled the entire valley. We waited patiently. Soon the mist vanished. The light beams again started search operation. The golden light highlighted the hill slopes, the water below in
the lake shined. The distant hills were seen. The small village below the hill slopes came to the light.
 

 

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The patience
 
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The dynamic
 
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The pleasure from virtues
 
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The large puddle
 
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The frog from the lateritic plateau.
 
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The wire in the cave
 
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The hills
 
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The bottles
 
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Nothing from the cave
 
We reached the caves. There was nothing there. The grass was swaying with the wind. The water was flowing in the small streams. The eagles were flying high in the sky. The small flowers were dancing with
the wind. The butterflies were fluttering over the herbs. The small fish were swimming in the small water pots in the stream. There was a peace and silence everywhere. Still there was nothing anywhere.
 
 
The usual hills with orange clouds
 
Happy Diwali
Thank you.
 


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