The year was 1290 . A crowd had gathered around a clearing, where broken down pillars marked the presence of an ancient temple, now long gone. A young boy, just 14 years old, leaned against one of those pillars, deep in thought. Then, he began speaking, and the crowd fell silent, listening to his every word. He spoke without any notes, translating the Bhagavat Gita, from Sanskrit, which only the pundits knew, to the language everyone in the village knew and spoke – a variety of Prakrit which developed into the Marathi language. Even as he spoke, one of the men in the audience realized how momentous this event was, and how important this composition would be. He began writing down the words the young boy spoke, and this composition was named by its author and composer, the Bhavartha Deepika – the enlightening meaning (of the Bhagavat Gita). Now, the ancient, holy text, was no longer restricted to the pundits, but accessible to all, understood easily by them, composed as it was, in their...
The rains are here, but it still doesn't seem the same. It rains, but in a desultory way, as if it's heart isn't in it. More of concern is the fact that there has been very little rain in the catchment areas, which means that we are looking at a major water problem. It has already been announced that the water cut is being taken further, so we shall get water just once in two days from now on!
On a personal note, Samhith is upset that the snails haven't appeared yet. We spend our few minutes waiting for his bus looking for snails and earthworms, but haven't seen one yet.
Meanwhile, as we wait for the snails and the creatures of the rain, here are the birds and other members of our extended family whom we have been noticing from our window -
Red-Vented bulbuls - there are plenty of them around, and they regularly come to eat the food we put out for the crows (a tradition which symbolises providing food for our ancestors). But I have never been able to take a photograph. I am trying for a better shot, though, and shall put it up when I manage it!
I wonder if this one is a water-hen or some other bird???
The poor Kingfisher is looking for food.... wonder if it found any....
A lone insect struggles to hold on to the swaying branch..
We have been noticing these birds for years.... but never managed to get a pic.... they are too fast for my clumsy shutter.... but perseverance finally paid off... and here are two of my pics.... the better ones... I took quite a few, but these were the best....
this one is the female....
and here is the male....
I think those are purple rumped sunbirds, but am not sure. Can someone confirm this??
And finally, here is a pic of a group of guys making the most of the rain... and the slush too..... football!!!!
I clicked a Bulbul to recently! And there is some rain here too now. Thanks for sending it across. :D
ReplyDeleteClicking birds is a very tricky affair. You have got some good shots.
ReplyDeleteI was told the last two are Asian Warblers by a birding guide at Panghot in Uttarakhand. He was working with a description, not a photograph or sighting. So, I am not sure but they are definitely not hummingbirds. Did I tell you about watching one suck nectar from a flower of one of my potted plants?
ReplyDeleteno usha, they arent warblers.... those look similar... come home sometime,and lets look at the book together... yes, and they do suck nectar...
ReplyDeleteA wonderful set of photographs!
ReplyDeleteSlow and Beautiful — Snail
Hi Anu,
ReplyDeleteThe last two are Purple-rumped Sunbirds. The first is the female and the second the male.
You seem to have a very interesting garden with lots of photo ops.
Apana