March 26, 1999, Friday, sunny, 19-38C

 

[05:24 (1999-03-27-6) @ Rm.12, Bandhavgarh Jungle Lodge]

     It’s becoming routine – the “another day, another tiger-sighting”, but truth is truth.  This time, it was a somewhat distant view of a tiger in the meadow strolling through the long grass in stately serenity, at one point at the foot of an elephant loaded with tourists that had been dispatched to intercept it.  Unfortunately, this would be my last tiger sighting in this millennium.

     This evening, I presented myself at the Bandhavgarh Jungle Camp (“Latika’s Palace”) precisely at 19:30 as prearranged.  She was still out in the field.  Nanda gave me a warm welcome and introduced me to the tourists in his Jungle Camp.  While we were waited for the dinner, I chatted with a tourist family from Scotland, and another from Delhi whose 11-year-old boy was a student at Sri Ram School and told his parents about my presentation and the Big Tiger.  The Deputy Director Mr. Singh, whom most people, including Faiyaz and Vivek, opined to be a straight man, was there as well, and we exchanged greetings and some ideas. 

     Soon, Nanda gave us all a slideshow of Bandhavgarh wildlife in the palatial and high-ceilinged sitting room of the main building.  After that, it was dinner.  Latika made her grand entrance in a flowing peach-coloured sari, with her hair loose and looking stunning in a new feminine way (previously, it was no-nonsense safari clothes and Aussie hat).  I sat between the Scottish lady and her 30ish daughter, and had a pleasant though low intensity conversation, while Superwoman sat at the far end of the table. 

     After the dinner, I approached her directly and she quite happily sat down with me one-on-one in the lobby with the stuffed-tiger-in-a-glass-case-plus-two-tiger-heads-and-two-leopard-heads-on-the-wall.  She lamented to me that her new set of camera traps were all malfunctioning, giving nothing but blank photos, which caused great frustration in her work of late.  She told me that she does not go tiger-viewing any more, that over the last month, she had seen tigers only three times, saying, “The day I stopped seeing tigers was the day I began working.”  But through the cause of her work she did see numerous tiger pug marks which she could identify as “Long Toes”, “Splay Foot”, etc..  “But thanks to the cameras malfunctioning, I cannot correlate them with their strip patterns and facial markings.  I don’t even know what they look like!” she cried.  There is no doubt about her passion for her subjects and the sincerity of her heart. 

     Later, we talked trilaterally with the Deputy Director.  I asked them what is the best thing a foreign NGO can do to help protect the park.  They both opined that the most important task at hand to protect the park and its inhabitants is to relocate the six villages out of the park. One of the villages has already agreed to move given mutually agreeable terms.  They have already decided on a location on the north side of the main river on the way to Khajuraho.  “The beauty of this is that we can design from scratch a model village outfitted with all kinds of alternative technologies, cattle husbandry systems, even a new way of life,” enthused her ladyship.  She is truly a remarkable woman.  I could easily fall in love with her.   

The DD surprised me by saying that he himself is using the solar cooker.  When presented with the difficulty about cooking time, they both shrugged it away by confirming my unsubstantiated theory.  Early in the morning, set up the cooker with rice and lentil and sauces, etc. and orient the unit to the oncoming noon day sun and just leave it.  Come dinner time, everything will have been cooked, be still hot or at least warm, ready to eat.  Chapati or roti are no problem, since they are not even on their native menu.  “Once accepted, they won’t let go of it.  It is better than biogas to them,” said the DD.

     I called BJL to ask Vivek to get a driver to fetch me around 22:00 and bring Faiyaz and Anne as prearranged with them to introduce to Latika.  They arrived on time, but was in a desperate rush to leave to meet the train which would take Faiyaz to Delhi, which apparently again moved its arrival time forward to 22:30.  We did the introduction, and they dashed off.  So, later still, I called Vivek again, and he came on foot to fetch me.  The DD generously offered his Gypsy for Vivek to drive to fetch his driver who will drive the Gypsy back from BJL. 

     While saying goodbye to Faiyaz, he seized my hand and said, “Anthony, what you showed us yesterday kept me awake most of the night, but it is worth it.  Your OMNI-SCIENCE shows the way for us to achieve world peace and beyond, that’s obvious.  It shows us the optimal Way of Man, that was obvious.  It even shows us the Way of the Cosmos, the Tao.  It is breath-taking yet still obvious.  But it was not until yesterday when it suddenly revealed how ultimately profound it really is - philosophically, spiritually, religiously.  I will never look at life the same way as I have done before.  I don’t think that my gratitude is what you want, and no gratitude can possible equal the benefit I have reaped over the last two months, in additional to the tiger conservation work that we have done together.  I just want you to know that what you have to teach will make a huge and fundamental change to the world, and to the human destiny.”

     While I was momentarily speechless, Anne said, “Instead of the traditional teaching of God creating us, it shows us that we are part and parcel in the self-creation of a new deity, and at that in transcendental integration with all other sentient beings throughout the Cosmos.  What you showed us should make us feel incredibly small and insignificant, but I don’t feel this way.  On the contrary, I feel incredibly elated and empowered.  I owe you something I doubt that I can ever repay.”

     “We are humble, yet we are divine,” said Raminothna through me.

     “I will go even one step further and say that Omni-Science will become the next great religion,” said Faiyaz.

     “Raminothna forbids,” I said.

     Back at BJL, Vivek told me that he had done his own thinking on village relocation and showed me the plan on paper in his note book.  I didn’t need any convincing, but my inclination was further confirmed.  The question is:  Would Pradeep take it on?  In fact, Vivek himself doubted it, and asked me what I would do if Pradeep would not touch it.  I said plainly, “I’d just have to get WCWC to find another partner who would.”

     Faiyaz still has several important meetings here to build a solid case for my proposed “What happened to Sita?” international article.  He will be in Delhi till April 3rd, then come back to Bandhavgarh to do the interviews, including one with the self-professed killer/poacher of Sita.  Yesterday, Faiyaz confided to Anne and me that Pushpinder said to him that Manoj mentioned something regarding Faiyaz’s returning to Bandhavgarh - a flat “No” and something about a “new itinerary”, which Faiyaz interpreted as a sign of his oncoming dismissal from Tiger Trust.  But earlier today, Pushpinder told him that when he asked Pradeep about Faiyaz’s desire to come back to Bandhavgarh to do some more work, Pradeep said no problem.  Earlier today, Faiyaz called his friends in Delhi about this “prominent Canadian conservationist” giving a talk on tiger conservation at the Habitat House March 29th, 19:30, and not only did his friend say he would bring other friends, but that he had seen this long-haired Canadian conservationist on TV before.

     During the meeting, the DD invited me with genuine sincerely and some eagerness to join in a day-long conference with about three dozen village’s elders tomorrow (27th, my last day at Bandhavgarh) starting at 12:30.  I asked for his permission, and received it, to bring Anne and Vivek with me, Vivek as my translator, and of course as TT operative.  What we worked so hard for and got aborted in sedate Kanha, we are invited to as honoured guests here in troubled Bandhavgarh without even trying. 

     The Lord works in mysterious ways indeed.

 

 

 

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