A tree may be our primary connection with the universe -- but it will take us all our lives to acknowledge it
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| The Ficus virens that outgrew the shrine |
Shashwat: Haven’t the Americans built big cities, warships, fighter jets and so on?
Me: I guess so.
Shashwat And the Germans have made very fine automobiles and autobahns?
Me: Yes, they have.
Shashwat: The French have the TGV!
Me: Yes, so?
Shashwat: So, in India, did we spend all our time celebrating festivals and meditating?
Me: Silence
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| The canopy, loved by both peacocks and Hanuman langurs |
Five minutes later the hush still rules as fervent devotees accompany the lord through the city, drumbeats announcing the procession a kilometre away from where a Sunday morning chat is languishing for lack of words. Blame it on Discovery Channel.
The best I could do was distract him with a tale.
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| Once I saw a cobra make its way through the network of aerial roots |
Back in my great-great-grandmother’s time, a young boy had the duty of striking the hour. One fateful day he may have dawdled after his morning smoke or perhaps gazed at a damsel too long - and missed striking an hour. This is where things get curious, for while he missed it, the hour was still struck. His inquiries failed to find the person who had struck the hour in his absence. The lad, true to instinct, concluded that it was none other than Lord Hanuman, whom he worshipped, who had done it on his behalf. Grateful to the Lord but mindful of the fact that he had inconvenienced Him, he gave up the job. He built a shrine, planted a Ficus sapling (Ficus virens) in front of it, and announced to all and sundry that from that day on, he will perform only the Lord’s duty. He had enough of l’affaires du monde.
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| Peacocks lay their eggs in the wild growth beneath the tree after the first monsoon showers |
The platform around the tree cracked and fissured with every monsoon and life permeated through it till it became a semi-organic being, one with the tree itself, its living extension.
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| The tree's local name is Pakadiya or Pakad. It is also known as Pilkhan in the north |
The monitor lizards (Varanus bengalensis) were the ones that really troubled me. One year, while I was away at school between vacations, a couple of monitor lizards supposedly set up residence on the tree. This was fine, I had no issues sharing the tree. But a local friend who informed me about this latest addition to the tree’s denizens slipped in a cautionary note on their natural history. If I ever got bitten by one, my survival depended on peeing immediately and drinking it up before the lizard did it. Too terrified to even think of why the creature would indulge in such a horrifying practice, I spent many a sleepless summer night replaying the scenarios with only a mocking Great Bear for company. Even if I did manage a pee on demand, and that too after sustaining an excruciating bite from the reptile, I wasn’t exactly sure if I'd be able to slurp it up before the lizard did so. I made grudging peace with my unseen tormentor: I gave up climbing the tree. My world was diminished. It remains that way. Now, as I confess this, I have this nagging doubt that I was perhaps set up.
Grandmothers are deceptively clever.
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| The tormentor I never saw -- this one was photographed at Parambikulam |
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| A feather, a question |
As my patchwork memory metamorphoses into nostalgia, the next generation has befriended the tree. Shashwat and I visit it every day during our vacations and there is always something - a feather, a scorpion scurrying for cover, a bird-call hitherto unheard.
The "wooden monkey" is a gift from two years ago and the Kukri snake (
Oligodon arnensis), having been mistaken for a juvenile Russell’s Viper, was killed last year - I was too late to save it.
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| A dying Kukri snake, a victim of mistaken identity |
The best lessons will be the ones he will learn on his own. I suspect he is already on the job. As for the question regarding the object of Indians’ passion for festivals through history, he will answer it for himself. Like every other race, we have a view regarding what drives the universe, but we have survived and that proves a lot.
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| The "Wooden Monkey" |
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| Weaver ants have established a huge colony on the tree |
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| The tree is nearly 150 years old and for me it's been there for ever |
By the way, Lord Hanuman, who never had the benefit of a proper prana-pratishtha, remains un-worshipped. He has managed keep the attention off Himself. I admire Him for that.
