Update for one month ended 22 September 2014
I am Mynah and my gregarious friends and I would spend our whole day chatting and flitting about our neighbourhood on the fringe of the Rainforest Island. I had heard stories from my grandmother that the island used to be a tranquil place with lots of food for everyone, the rainy season was tough, as it rained hard, but the tall dark trees with their canopies would protect those on the ground from the harsh raindrops. All of this started changing when a large ship got marooned on the reefs abutting the island. The sailors swam ashore and found what they called paradise and though initially they just foraged for food and shelter, they soon started using their crude implements to cut down trees and used the strong wooden trunks to build shelters and even rafts. And then one day, they were “rescued” but not for long, as they returned. They returned with an armada and a larger group of sailors. And then they tore down the trees and built small houses and a pier for the ships and brought in more implements to help them bring down the more of the tall rainforest. They chopped down the trees, the very trees that provided shelter to my grandmother and her sisters and brothers. They planted smaller oil palm saplings and continued cutting down more of the forest as they moved further inland. Now, my grandmother was adaptable and she stayed around and the loss of fruit and berries from the trees that were cleared, were now replaced by the scraps of food that the settlers threw about. They also had small vegetable patches, where my mother would forage for little worms and insects. At times, she would peck at the straw tray of dried rice or some other grain, new food for her and my aunts and uncles. And by the time I was born, the forests had receded to the near horizon and that is why I say that lived on the fringe of the rainforest. But I could see more and newer people settling on this island. It was large enough to accommodate more people, but the new entrants had to be content with trudging up the gentle slopes and down the nearby verdant valley (a walk that would take about a day) before finding a new place to settle into. Then they would chop the trees and clear the land for their settlements and little farms to plant their favorite oilpalm. But this process would lead to skirmishes, as the clamour for space would make the settlers edgy as they quarreled with each other to grab the forest by the river. And that is when they devised a newer plan – they decided to burn the trees and then chop them down – it was easier as many of the smaller trees just fell down due to the fire, and this way, they could get more land, more quickly. I know of a lot of my friends who had to flee the forests due to the fires. Not only were the forests hot, but they were very smokey, causing sore throats, coughs and at times even severe breathing problems. That is why they chose to fly down to the coast and live amongst us. And in September, the wind blew from the forests to our homes and it was difficult to stay here, so my mother led us all across the blue green seas to the islands nearby. We were fond of people and so my mother chose the Island of the Lion. And we flew down to this avenue of raintrees by the bay, that reminded my grandmother of her childhood, and so we chose to stay there. It was just next to this large eating place so not only did we get the shelter we wanted, but would never end up starving, as the people always left something for us – on their plates, or their trays, in the bins, sometimes as scraps on the floor. My friends and I just loved this place. During the day, we would go sightseeing around the harbour, playfully sail on the large container ships, and fly back before it was dark, singing and chirping all the time. I remember one evening, when the sun was about to set, and we were flying back to our raintree avenue by the eating place, exchanging loud notes of our day, of where we went, whom we saw, what we did, and there were these groups of people with little black and silver boxes hung around their necks. They would repeatedly raise the box to their face and then a lightning flash would burst out of the box. Whoa! Did that startle us? We chirped and flew about the branches, as we laughed at Grandmother who almost fell off her branch at the flash of light. Life is so lovely.
The D Street Boyz and their green street saw a lot of new visitors. They were here to buy what the D Street Boyz sold. They initially stumbled onto this street mistakenly. But after seeing the lush verdant surroundings, they went back, this time to return with more people and almost settle down here. At times they did cut off those branches hanging obstructively close to the windows (almost like the BMC folks, who actually chop down all and sundry trees these days… never mind whether they blocked a window or not… but this is not about the BMC Boyz but the D Boyz.. so let us back to them). The new settlers saw new opportunity in new companies, they saw opportunity in oil companies and invested in them. And that they say is the main reason for the D Boyz’ darling , SENSEX, to traipse her way up 1000 points, from 26130 in mid-August to 27195 by 22 September. The D Boyz looked around and also sighed “Life is so lovely”.
But the people who ate at the Eating Place complained about the racket that Mynah and her friends made. They also complained about the droppings that would plonk right in the middle of their food trays while they feasted after a hard day’s work. And so the authorities came along on a weekend, and chopped down all the trees that lined the pavement by the eating place and even pulled out the roots so that the trees don’t regrow. Mynah and her friends had to stay on the other side of the street – cooping up like chicken on a broiler or hatchery farm. They squabble a lot and make a larger racket, but now the people are not complaining as their trays are relatively “safer”. But they miss one point – they can no longer eat at the open air eating place at lunch or any other time during the day. The Equatorial sun can be harsh. And Mynah and her friends know that. Grandmother wants to go back to her Rainforest island as she finds this single-file tree avenue claustrophobic, but Mother is holding her back. This place at least did not have the slash and burn of trees …… though the winds are now bringing in the smoke particles from across the sea to this island of the Lion. Mother has a sore throat, but she is not sure if it is because of the smoke, or the crowding of the trees and the quarrels she has with her neighbours. But she is hopeful that Life will become Lovely again.
Take good care of your trees… and be hopeful that life will be lovely… on that cheerful note … Cheers