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Corbett: Secrets of The Jungle

This post was originally written for & published in the Hindustan Times.

As our jeep manoeuvres through the broken forest trail, a gale of wind blows off the hood of my jacket and whispers in my ear. Suddenly, I’ve forgotten that I’m cold and sleepy at an hour when even the sun is tucked in. I’ve been to Corbett before, but only on a tiger chase. Today, I want to unearth the mysteries of its wilderness.

The fading moon creates an eerie atmosphere in the backdrop of bare trees. I anticipate the creatures of the jungle to be half asleep, but with my eyes riveted on their territory, I spot a pair of vultures courting on a treetop, a flock of ducks playing with a cow, a polygamous muster with one peacock and nine peahens on the hunt for food, and two jackals suspiciously trying to cut across the fence to an elephant’s shed. As Airtel would say, Har ek friend zaroori hota hai.

Sunrise, Jim Corbett, jungle safari

 The first rays of sunlight promise to actualize our tiger dreams. Our jeep jerks to a stop; a fresh set of pugmarks belonging to a tigress and her cub mark the sand to our right. A chill crawls through my spine as I imagine the big cat deliberately creating those pugmarks to mock us lesser mortals. Without realizing it, we have entrusted our lives to Santosh, our driver & guide, who is now telling us brave stories of being in a tiger chase in this very spot.

My eyes follow four men walking in the distance. Two roads diverge in the woods, and they take the one less travelled by, reminding me of Robert Frost. They are heading to a zone of the national park that is officially closed to visitors, to inspect the post-monsoon re-laying of the road. A bulky man walks behind them; his long bushy moustache is enough to scare one of us, but for the creatures of the jungle, he is carrying a rifle which he looks ready to use at the slightest hint of danger to the men he must protect. It is a wonder how these creatures have adapted to the screeching sounds of a jeep, yet flee at the first sign of a human.

Our own man sets the engine roaring, and for the next three hours, I let myself be fascinated by the magnificent colours of the Kingfisher, the green camouflage of the Chestnut Bee-eater, the if-looks-could-kill expression of the Eagle, and the unrelenting pecking of the Woodpecker. A Sambar Deer almost has me leaping off my feet, with its suspicious, nervous movement towards a water hole. Only five minutes ago, Santosh described the Sambar Deer as the jungle’s most naïve prey; when it spots a tiger, it moves closer to it to verify that it really is a tiger, eliminating any chances of an escape!

Corbett, Jungle safari, National park, forest

It is mid-day now. The tigers are playing catch me if you can with us, reigniting our hopes with new pugmarks each time we are close to giving up. To my untrained eye, these pugmarks all look the same, except for marginal differences in size. It’s hard to imagine that a tiger census could count Corbett’s 164 tigers, entirely by analysing pugmarks; wouldn’t that be amongst the world’s most bizarre jobs? Santosh tells us that forest authorities are fixing cameras along waterholes now, to make the census easier and more accurate. That’s a footage that could make a National Geographic documentary, I think to myself.

As the sunlight starts to dim, I sink back into my seat and prep myself to say goodbye to the wilderness. My subconscious self is carrying the image of mighty Khalif, that Santosh has painted in my head in his no-nonsense demeanour. Khalif is Corbett’s largest tiger, a handsome fellow with bright stripes and a glowing skin, dramatically described as longer than our jeep. You have to be really lucky to get closer to him than those elusive pugmarks, but you have to be luckier to unravel the secrets that his abode reveals to a chosen few.

16 Comments

  1. Loved the line “A chill crawls through my spine as I imagine the big cat deliberately creating those pugmarks to mock us lesser mortals.”
    Imagine animals trying to fool us humans 🙂

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  3. Nice post Shivya – very well stated that Tigers do play ”Catch me if you can” and if we follow the junglecalls / analysing the various species that fall in the tiger’s foodchain – we sometimes do catch him or a slight glimpse. Where did you stay in Corbett?

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  4. Vikas Kumar says

    Very nice post. Last year I went to Corbett and didn’t get a sight of tigers. Interesting part “junglecalls”.

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  5. samareshbiswal says

    nice post . does the safari open all season or few months in a year

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    • Thanks 🙂 And thanks for the link too. We’re all aware of the ill-effects of tourism, and really have to do our bit in creating awareness and being cautious in our own travels.

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  7. Ameya Tarde says

    Mother Nature is very generous in this part of India. Be it the serene Ramganga River or just the woodlands which keeps us reminding that Heaven is not an Utopian concept.

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