Bharatpur Keladeo National Park – A Tail of Birds?

Tranquility

Swirling fog, reflections of bare trees in the water, the cry of birds in the distance, placid Nilgai and Chital feeding in the swamp, a lonely Indian Rock Python by the side of the road; all haunting images of a beautiful bird sanctuary. This placid and almost utopian image was shattered by gunfire in the past and today by loud music, groups of people drowning out the jabber of jungle babblers with human cacophony; the careless flick of a tourist wrist throwing a plastic wrapper destined to choke an unwary bird to a very unpleasant death.  Jungle Babblers and Indian Magpie beg the passerby for a morsel, having lost the art of foraging as they've grown used to eating 'fast food' thrown at them by visitors. On a holiday it is obvious that most people come here to see and do everything except watch the birds or enjoy the placidity of nature. I saw couples and groups, most here just for the sake of being here, "Bharatpur dekha". 

Jungle Babbler begging tourists for food

Very few were intent on watching the birds or respecting the serene calm of the environment, most were rapt in their own social cocoons with a couldn’t care attitude to all else.  Humankind’s irrevocable carelessness to nature has been commonplace at Bharatpur ever since birds found it a convenient place to stop and recoup on their migrations. 

As Hubert Reeves put it:

"Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and slaughters a visible Nature....

Without realising that this visible Nature he slaughters is the invisible God he worships."

A pair of Sarus Cranes and a Nilgai in the background

The slaughter began in the days of the maharajas and 'burra white sahibs', the tally of death being graven in stone beginning December 1902. Stone plaques proudly list the slaughter, in thousands. Battalions of men and women, decked out in sola topees and coiffed hair, carrying bespoke guns, descended on the unsuspecting birds and slaughtered them for sport. There were British royalty, maharajas, viceroys, generals and colonels, and sometimes just the plain old 'Mr'. Each of these was a 'gun' in a shooting party which blasted away at anything that flew, the unfortunate bedraggled bundle of dead feathers being the 'bag'. The magnitude of this slaughter decimated the bird population by the thousands. Apart from the bloodletting, the birds fearing danger, would have started avoiding the area in their migratory path.  This resulted in a drastic reduction of bird population and the possible avoidance by the migratory birds of an area bristling with guns.  This had an effect, the stone tablets showing the bag in the Park generally indicate an increase in guns and reduction in the birds killed as the years passed. 

One of the stone plaques giving a tally of  the massacre

 However, in 1936 the apparently intrepid Lord Linlithgow, Viceroy of India, with a party of 39 guns bagged 4273 birds on one occasion and about 5500 birds on three other shoots. Ten thousand birds in a few months, what could they have done with so much dead flesh? Eaten a morsel, fed some to the 'native' staff, and finally fed the dogs the rest?  What sport, a true sign of macho manhood indeed!  One needs to read old accounts of such hunts to understand the hardships that the hunters faced in their warm hides with multi-course breakfasts; shooting the unwary bird between sips of premium tea. Most Maharajas curried favour with the British bureaucracy by enabling grand hunts in their kingdoms, the greater the slaughter the higher the esteem in which the Maharaja was held.  Jolly good show, what?

purple heron taking to the air

The almost active attempt to reduce bird migrations has continued since, despite the Keoladeo National Park (KNP) being declared a Ramsar site due for the protection that this convention affords.  Chronic water shortages have further reduced the size of the wetlands so essential for migratory birds; the dry politics of water have kept birds away.  When I visited the Park in 2007 it was a dry wasteland, with a few bore wells desultorily pumping water into the parched earth.  I saw a large population of feral cattle vying with the wildlife of the Park for the scarce water and feed.  Again in 2015, I went there and was disappointed with the number and type of bird sightings, most of the big birds, cranes and storks, were conspicuous by their absence.

The king and his courtiers.... a Great Egret, Ibis
and whistling teal

 The permitted modes of movement in the park are on foot, bicycle and cycle-rickshaw.  The cycle-rickshaw peddlers most often double as guides with long and detailed lore of the park. My guide had peddled a rickshaw in the Park for about 20 years and his earnings over a six month season was his only livelihood as was that of most of the other peddlers. He said he is nervous about his own survival which is linked to survival of the park. He told me that the water being pumped in was being filtered so as to prevent the pumps from clogging and this filtration process removed natural food from the water and so was not attracting birds any more. There was a time, till recently, when these birds used to regularly nest here, they do so only sporadically now.

A crested serpent eagle surveys his domain

And of course the great Indian Tourist finishes off what little the Maharajas and water politics have left us. Large groups come to see KNP, they do just that, enter the Park, yell and shout, feed the birds with a lot of unhealthy fried foods, spray plastic wrappers and bottles everywhere and leave.  Ramsar? Conservation? Ecology?  What's that and anyway who cares, we are having great fun. Rickshaw peddlers, who depend on the park for a livelihood, try unsuccessfully to quell the noise and litter. These rickshaw peddlers are truly the conscience of the Park, when they are gone, all will be lost. I saw two adult visitors having a whistling contest at the waters edge!

an Indian Rock Python

If we continue on this trajectory, in a few years there will be no birds worth seeing. We have the scope and time to turn this around but draconian measures are called for if we are not to lose this site.  As I walk out of the Park along a plastic wrapper and bottle strewn path I wonder if this will be my last trip here. It is still not too late to save the tranquil stillness, the cry of a bird in the distance, a flurry of wings, and to worship nature in one of the few temples we have left.

Meghalaya - a Sojourn in the Clouds

The abode of the clouds, so aptly named.  Do not go to Meghalaya with a plan for a hectic ‘been there done that’ kind of schedule crammed with plans for sight seeing.  This is a state which you have to just soak in ( pun intended); rambling through verdant hills, waterfalls and lakes.  The beauty here is a vivid green kaleidoscope of forested hills, water and clouds.

One can arrive at Guwahati by train or plane and then motor up to Shillong, the capital of the state.  This town used to be the capital of Assam in the old days and the layout and buildings are still redolent of the Raj. Using Shillong as a base one should motor around the state as far afield as one desires.  There is plenty of accommodation in Shillong ranging from the budget friendly to the exotic and expensive.

The three hour drive up from Guwahati is a precursor of scenes to come, lush green rain forests, and quaint villages with huts that have woven bamboo walls. It is sad though also to see the number of land slides along the way, possibly caused by deforestation. In winter this far East, the sun sets very early, when we went in November by 4.30 pm it was dark, so if you go in the afternoon, much of the beauty is lost in the darkness, to truly enjoy this lovely drive start early.

Spend a day or two in and around Shillong. There’s the Don Bosco museum and the Butterfly Museum (a privately owned collection),Wards Lake is a nice spot for a stroll. The Police Bazaar is the socially happening place, stroll around and watch a delightfully eclectic fusion of ethnic and west both in music and in dress. Watch the sunset from the Shillong Peak, a view point at the Air Force station, go early as it is a 40 minute drive and there is a crowd to have passes made. Going early also allows time for spectacular panoramic views of Shillong.

Spend a day on and around Lake Umiam, 20 kms from Shillong, this vast lake offers a truly serene experience. There is a facility for water sports, but I recommend you find the slowest boat possible and soak in the ambience.  On an island in the lake there is a hotel and house boat, it appears to be the ideal ‘get away from it all’ spot. Many hotels line the shores of the lake, all very scenically located.  We found the Ri Kynjai to be spectacular, both in the views it offered and the entire interiors done in local crafts, primarily cane and bamboo.

The hotel buildings have been inspired by the local Khasi architecture. Have lunch here, it is worth every penny of a slightly up market meal. For a bit of culinary adventure, try the Khasi food.

Every one has heard about Cherapunjee, the wettest place on earth; just that we somehow landed up there in its driest month!  Locally known as Sohra, it is a scenic three hour drive to reach there. The terrain and vegetation varies sharply depending on the rainfall patterns.  One passes thickly vegetated hills and valleys as well as starkly barren and flat plains in a seemingly random pattern. Do carry lunch as facilities are few and far between. In Cherapunjee there are many view points from where to see the cloud veiled cliffs which drop sharply down into Bangla Desh. 

The best view is from Thangkharang Park where a walk around the rim of the cliff affords magnificent views. In the rainy months the water falls here would be breathtaking, the dry months are Jan, Feb, Nov and Dec. The limestone formations inside Mawsmai cave merit a visit, though not for the claustrophobic; carry a torch though. 

Green and serenity is the theme of a visit to Meghalaya, enjoy the ambience, flora and calm of one of the least troubled of the North Eastern States.