Every time we walk past a tree or a bush have you ever wondered "it just a simple bush". Well then consider yourself just like a million of us normal people who are just too busy to take into consideration the living world around us. A few days back i was in coorg, know for its coffee estates and vst expanses of greenery. On the surface everything looked just mundane and normal. My brother and I after an hour of driving halt at the edge of our estate and decide lets jut walk for a while. Taking a dip in the river Cauvery, famous for the unresolved conflict between two states, i guess it refreshed us to continue walking. As we go though the thick foilage offered by the coffee plants and the shade of the uniform Silver oak we were pretty much amazed by how much everyone of us is missing in terms of interacting with nature. Every plant that we stopped at, some to inspect some to pose and some to learn, nature always had a changing plot going on.
Along with us came the estate writer, who patiently answered any of our queries and ocassionaly had a private boast. Well i guess he must have often wondered to himself, "hmmm, here's two city clowns squatting, climbing and inspecting things that are mundane here". Fortunately he held his thoughts to himself, a lesson in self preservation...
As i was walking past an arecanut tree i chanced upon this light brown insect holding on to the bark of the tree. on closer inspection i was actually amazed at the fact that it was only a shell and the actual insec had crawled out. A point pointed out to me by my brother. So there we were two ordinary blokes who had no knowledge discoverng a discarded body suit of some insect.
We take the shell along with us and on our way back to the farmhouse we think up situations or i'd rather say concote stories with the shell. We were like the shell would contain a dna of the insect which by mistake would get injected to the body and i would turn into a viscious looking insect and take wings. I would then swoop down on the nearest human suck him dry and then wear his skin to walk among teh human race undetected satsfying my hunger with the odd unsuspecting commoner. Well for the films buffs around it would not be too difficult to figure out a movie with a similiar script. ha ha ha i guess i must be getting better with my PJ's as my friends would like to concur....
As we go on further ahead we are met by our writer who says that the shell we are holding so protectively is actually the shell of the cricket.... and insect that goes creep creep to attract its mate.... a lovely soothing sound so lost in todays concrete jungles. He then actually goes ahead and catches a live cricket with such effortless ease, an ease a city dweller would in a supermarket, demonstrating the very source of the mating call of the cricket. i must say that although it is a pretty soothing sound at the begining it tends to get irritating after you have heard it or a coule of minutes at close quarters. whew!!! i must confess tht i'd never have thought that a cricket was so huge an insect, as i had always pictures it to have the build of a grasshopper. Speaking of grasshoppers, although i pity the males, the next incident involved them
A few footsteps ahead, the carpeted green pathway, was the scene of a gruelling murder of a grasshopper. Quite cleverly camfoulaged blending with the blades of grass sat the lazy grasshopper (Like in the ant and the grasshopper, really dont know why the grassopper is called lazy never could figure that part out), unaware of the predator hovering just a few feet above it. A wasp with its wings rotating at about thousand flutters a second yet seemingly quite and patient, waiting for that one instant of unawareness. It was not too long before it swooped down and stung the grosshopper to death.
KAAACHAAAK!!!! KAAACHAAAk!!! KAACHAAAK!!
The grasshopper went numb in second and the wasp went on with the gruelling task of carrying its victim to it rightful place. The dining table!!! the scene would have been," so its grasshopper BBQ for dinner eh? Jeeves?".
With all this happening he curious devil in me was aroused and I kept investigating all the surrounding for every minute detail as to discover more nature. Got to see a horned butterfly and another amazing bug. This in itself is another topic and will ponder more on it in the next topic.
Isn't it true that we tend to ignore the best and free thngs in life things that are quite evidently happening in front of our eyes and things that we disregard not beause we chose to but simply because we are too busy to stop and take notice. Like Sherlock holmes would say its quite evidet my dear watson the the world is becoming too hectic that the simple pleasures in life is often overlooked....
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