This is a story that happened some time back in the forests of Mundanthurai. For those who are not aware of Lord Sori, I shall say that he being in forest is more of a curse to forest creatures than a blessing.
|He attracts up to half a million people to come into the forest and worship him.|
The people come there also to meet people and get marriage proposals and all that.
|Similarly, the better cousins what we call the Bonnet macaques also come there to see their bad cousins- humans.|
They come to meet their own kind and also to eat on what the bad cousin throws out as waste,
|in forms of plastic, plantain leaves, rice and|
|even sacrificed goats!|
|The tail less ones gather around and worship god, cook food and eat, sleep and make merry- for only once a year can they come and relax in the cool waters of Tambaraparani.|
The poor man’s Jacuzzi.
|His self esteem was hurt. They were free beings of the earth; their order did not allow eating of waste thrown by others.|
|He looked deep into himself on the wind shield of the jeep.|
|They silently saw. He bowed his head, asked Lord Sori to forgive him for what he was doing against the lord.|
|Then looked up at the heavens, thanked his stars for having found us.|
|Then he looked at the direction of temple and sat silent. He did not speak for he knew that his human cousins had alienated themselves form nature and would not understand their mother tongue.|
|Sobbing, he looked up, met eyes. Both of us had nothing to say. Each understood the deep feelings of the other. The ecologists realized what the pain was. They wanted to cure it. He got some what reassured.|
|His sorrow now seemed to have lessened after weeping. His heart was light. He began to become normal again. He wanted to run. Something held him back. He was convinced we would do something. Something to help him.|
|He looked up again at the words Ecology and Conservation written on their vehicle. His heart became lighter than ever.|
He looked up at us. Saw that we were equally concerned. He seemed to ask us if we would stand by our word. Deep inside, he could hear the reverberating yes. And with that, he jumped and vanished into the forest. We never saw him again.
This was a story, a story of a primate, looking up at their long lost relatives for help. Help- to make their world a better place. For him. For us. For all. For generations to come.
PS: The characters featured in the story are purely fictional. No relation to persons alive, dying or dead should be made. Any similarities seen by the expert eye are purely co-incidental and are the result of the handiwork of the devil’s kitchen of empty minds.
All photographs are by Seshadri.K.S, please request permission before using any of it.
Please note, on a serious note, I have tried to Build a story based on some pictures I had. The story is clearly cooked up but the issue is real. I have no Intention of making fun of the pilgrims or the ecologists quoted here and it has been written so in light sense of humor. Enjoy reading!