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the-south-asian Life & Times January - March 2011 |
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Cover Story Eminent
Pandits Veer Munshi Pradman Kaul Pandit Bhajan
Sopori Photo
Feature Aviation
Wildlife Comment
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The Wild Ass
Sanctuary in the Little Rann of Kutch by Anahitaa Bakshi Three hours west of Ahmedabad, past miles of salt pans and
wind energy farms, lies stretched across 5000 sq km of barren, cracking land
the Wild Ass Sanctuary, the home to about 4,100, zoologically speaking,
Equus hemionus khur. Our spacious mud and dung-plastered room at the Royal
Safari Camp outside the remote village of Bajana, surrounded by chilly and
cotton fields, had all the necessities of modern life – satellite TV,
internet connection, air-conditioning, hot water, toilet paper and tandoori
chicken. After a sumptuous Chinese meal cooked by a Nepalese chef, we
trooped into the resort’s open safari jeep and with gusts of cold winter
wind blowing our bodies we entered the sanctuary gate. A squadron of feeding
cranes scrambled into the air, flapping their large wings in greeting.
Spread before us, all the way to the horizon, was an endless land, dark and
silted, with enormous patches of white – saline mudflats on what was once a
shallow sea. Inundated during the monsoons, the land had now dried and
brought up the earth’s salts to the surface. Driving into the sun, Mansoor, our guide and driver, spotted
a herd of wild asses far to the south. Separating us from the herd was an
extended patch of wet, muddy soil. A section of the Kutch Branch Canal,
being constructed through the sanctuary under the Sardar Sarovar Project to
provide water to 1.5 million people in 948 villages and 10 towns of parched
Kutch district, had breached and swamped a thin stretch of the scorched
desert. Finding a dry patch, Mansoor flew over it – only to land into slushy
ground that absorbed all four wheels and the chassis. Fascinated by our
setback, the wild asses watched us with interest and when we walked towards
them in a fraternal manner they turned their backs towards us and trotted
towards a bet, an elevated island that provides refuge to the wildlife
during the monsoon flooding. As I photographed the sky thick with soaring
cranes, a picturesque troop of about 20 furry camels marched boldly towards
us. Led and followed by rustic Rabari nomads, sons of desert draped
in white turbans and dhotis, the procession was seeking the pastures
of Bajana. When the Kutch Branch Canal becomes functional it will check the
seasonal migration of Rabaris, camels and cattle. Within an hour the Royal
Safari Camp sent another Mahindra jeep to continue our journey through the
Little Rann. A tractor was called to pull out the trapped vehicle.
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