Rest in Peace, Putty Girl…

The Cat came into our lives in Jan or Feb 2011. I had just moved back and saw this scrawny cat sleeping near the house, and not running away. Some milk bowl filling happened, a few kittens were brought along, a few were delivered under the TV, some neutering done, and the cat hung around for 6 years after that. What was a blink of an eye and a maturing decade for me, was a lifetime for a cat.
Curled up cat
The year dawned with her meowing less, and soon stopping making all sounds. I made fun of her, some sound came, and then even that stopped. She looked weaker, and her movement more trying, that feline grace was no longer there, she scaled 4 ft high walls, but was knocking the milk bowl when trying to gain her stepping, things she never did all these years.

She became more bent, people who visited commented about it. It was harder for me to register the changes. Most likely, I refused to notice the changes. It’s summer, she gets thinner now for the heat. Will be alright once the Monsoons come. Then she started drooling, and not grooming herself, which meant she was now smelling.

A vet visit happened, with a photo taken. I waited inside the one room setup, while a pug was brought in. The elderly vet suggests a chest belt, gives it a few injections, and suggests some diet changes for its weight. How much? Rs. 300.

My turn. I gave him the whole history. Does she drink water? Yes. Then no rabies. Of course not, she’s been vaccinated for that! Plus she’s not afraid of light, craving for it rather.  A couple of meds were given, one an antibiotic. Try feeding her these in milk. What’s wrong with her? Baayalli Happale, mouth ulcers. She can’t swallow because of that. How much do I owe you? He waves me away. It’s nothing.

The cat refused to drink, refused to eat anything. Next morning, she isn’t seen. Once the Sun is out she’s seen lounging by a neighbour’s compound wall. I ask them permission, go in, and pick her up into the common compound wall. She goes to sleep where I can reach her. She’s no longer drooling. Has the drooling stopped or is it dehydration?

Afternoon, I call him. Give me half an hour. I drive down to his clinic. A she-goat outside, with her owner and an auto-driver he’s arranged to bring it. Three injections for her standing by the road. Once in, the farmer gets called. How old is your goat? 40 years sir. Amused vet. How many times has she delivered? Twice sir. He writes down 4 or 2 in a diary. The farmer gets instructions, bring her tomorrow for more injections, give her some bevina soppu (neem) and agase soppu(Flax). She’ll be ok. Don’t go and sell her just because someone offers you a deal. Arthavaaythenayya? OK sir, he leaves.

The other guy waiting before me, gives some sample of his pet for a lab. He gets a long list of meds to give, when to bathe, how much to bath the dog. After 20 mins of lots of meds, and a Rs. 800 bill, he leaves. How heavy is the cat? Must be just over a kg. He fills up three syringes, antibiotics and a couple of general meds. On the way I ask him about the previous guy. German Shepherd. Has skin issues. Skin issues are caused by diet. Which is surprising because this guy is a regional head for Pedigree (food products corp). Most people can’t care for their dogs properly.

We reach home. The cat still sleeping. Be careful, if she wakes up in shock, she might go into delirium and bite. Get a cloth. I find something. Now cover her head and her front body and hold tight. I try holding her, she escapes a bit. Tighter. No loosening. I hold her tight, the cat struggles, then gives up. He checks using his stethoscope. A sanitary wipe comes out, she gets the 3 injections one after the other. I release her. She goes and sleeps a few feet away. He confirms dehydration. She needs to drink water or milk. She’s blind in one eye, he announces, but she’ll be ok. Cats manage.

I drive him to his clinic, my nerves jingling. He gives me an ORS bottle, maybe she’ll drink. Clean her with a wet cloth, and then this antiseptic swipe (which he gives me). How much do I owe you? Rs. 200. I come home, wipe her with a cloth, see if she can drink some milk, she drinks a bit, eats a bit. And goes to sleep near the door. I have lunch, and then can’t find her.

She’s found at a neighbour’s keeping her back towards a wall. Happy to say hi, but not coming anywhere. I give her some food there, she eats and leaves some. Next day I see her in the middle of the road drooling slightly. I carry her in, give her some milk which she drinks, and some cat food which she eats. There’s a faint meow, a sound of relief. She goes to sleep near the door and is missing again in 15 minutes. I find her at the same neighbour’s, but leave her there.

I find her today at the same place, she eats a bit, but the neighbour confirms that she’s meowing a bit. I feel hope, she looks a bit better. No drooling, but no grooming either. I feel a bit hopeful, but I know I no longer will see the cat running up to me, tail up, her meow Dopplering towards me. She’s now an old cat who’ll need to give up her independence and trust humans to look after her, and also forgive the guy who closed her face and got her 3 pricks in the back. The choice will be hers to make, I won’t get a say in this.


I never intended this to be an obituary. But it is now. A while back a neighbour saw a dog dragging what looked like a cat and leaving it in the opposite site. It was Putti. There was no doubt. I called Kashappa, the area gardener, packed her in a garbage bag, and carried her to the BBMP park. We dug a pit for her, and buried her. Thus ends the life of Putti, a cat that was loved by everyone in the neighbourhood, and someone I held close to my heart.


Bees on Pongamia blooms

The ಹೊಂಗೆ(Pongamia pinnata) trees in front of the house bloomed by February. I count three trees surrounding the house, one in front, one across the road, and another on the side of the house. Each tree has its own blooming cycle. The one opposite starts first, around mid-February, followed by the one in front, early March, and then, the one on the side, by mid-March. By April, they are all done, and the trees wear a darker green canopy that they retain until winter.

This year, the ones in front of the house had bloomed by February. Their blooming is accompanied by the buzzing of bees. There are two kinds that I see – Apis cerana, Asiatic honey bee, and Apis dorsata, Giant or Rock honey bees. The much smaller Asiatics were there in decent numbers along with smaller plains cupid butterflies. Once I saw a large eggfly (butterfly type) flitting around, their numbers going down every season.
Apis cerana, Asiatic honey bee

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Bears and birds – Daroji and the Tungabhadra canal

We drove into the JLR campus near Daroji when the Sun was right above us. Every afternoon is a hot afternoon in this part of the world. It looked like there was no one around. The campus seemed to be sleeping off the heat. Slowly, one person materialised and guided us to another building and the parking lot near it. There was some lime juice waiting, and a person, who I later came to know, was a forest department officer, walking around. And a lot of sparrows flying all over the place.
House sparrows!
After the formalities in that place we moved to our cottages. The afternoon safari at 3:30 PM had just 5 adults and a child, apart from the driver/spotter. It started off in the burning post-heat noon and us feeling sleepy as we made our way into the shrubby terrain which was more brown than green.

Despite the heat, life turned up in corners. First, a pair of Rufous-tailed Larks.
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Neat little cubbyholes for your realities

I approached Nandini Sundar’s “The Burning Forest: India’s War in Bastar” with a fair degree of triumphalism. Here I was, in the comforts of my home in Bangalore willing to read about and, eventually, hold an opinion on a conflict in far away Chhattisgarh.

For most of the duration the conflict raged there, through the latter part of the noughties, I was living in the US and any reports came in through the media. There were the pro-Naxalites, in the form of Gauri Lankesh (when Naxalism was trying to rear its head in Karnataka), and Arundathi Roy, who people were convinced was loose a few screws. Having read her “God of small things” I held that she probably knew what she was talking about. My opinion was along what Sundar describes as the standard urbanite view of sympathising with the Maoists’ cause but not agreeing with their violence. Which is kind of a standard stand to take with most rebel causes. “What do you think of the LTTE?” “Well, they exist because of what the Sinhalese did, but I don’t agree with the violence they are wreaking”. Fair enough.img_4380 Continue reading “Neat little cubbyholes for your realities”


Super Blue Blood Moon

I guess this has been making enough news for me to not have to explain what it is. I had been planning for a while as to how to shoot this. I had a longer lens now, so one option was to just point at the moon at the longest pipe length I had and shoot it.

The other, more tempting option was to take photos of smaller moons and then do a composite of the way it unfolded.

Around 6 PM I had set up the tripod and the longest 150-600mm lens on it. There was nothing for close to an hour. The only interesting thing was a pair of Oriental White-eyes on the neighbouring tree. But the light only yielded a couple of out of focus images.

I was on the call with A who had set himself up at Ullal Lake and eventually managed to see a dull red moon pop out of the light pollution, before being kicked out of the lake premises. Bangalore lakes get locked out at 7 PM.

Around 7:10 I eventually noticed the dull red moon. It wasn’t easy to shoot as there wasn’t much light coming from it. The best option would be to down the shutter speed, but even at 1 sec, the moon appears shaken. It’s a large object unlike smaller stars. However I had missed the eclipse happening. This was expected. The goal was now to get the eclipse unravelling the moon.

So I stuck to the original plan and kept shooting at 3-4 mins interval. After a while, around the time the eclipse started clearing, one side of the moon started brightening up. I realised the pointlessness of a large lens and got the smaller 18-200 hooked up and at a length of 170mm. This got me better range with the aperture and was easier to handle. The moon however became a bit bigger from the earlier pics.

But I stuck to this for the next 1.5 hours and managed to get around 30 pics. Of this 23 were useful and the remaining were variants of one or the other of them.

The trickier part was compositing the pics. Initially I tried compositing with the RAW files. This took a lot of time, each addition taking close to a minute. I also ended up with 2 files, one for the red moon and the other for the unravelling moon.

My lack of planning also can be seen in the second one.

The next day I tried putting all of them in one pic. This went well and took me close to an hour, but eventually the program crashed.Seeing the pain I was causing the CPU with RAW files, I wrote all the valid moon pics out as JPEGs and then set about compositing them. I realised that this was what I should have done in the first place. It was a fast and snappy experience to composite on JPEGs.Anyway, here’s the final output of it. One pic to show them all.


On the trail of warblers

The first time I came upon a warbler was when I was trying to round up all the birds around my house during spring-time, February. There were the tailorbirds, sunbirds, tits, flowerpeckers and then one solitary warbler. I could never identify exactly which warbler but I held on to it being a Blythe’s Reed Warbler.

As I dug more I got more about warblers. That they are winter visitors, visiting from the foothills of the Himalayas. And that they have specific territories marked out to visit each year. Means that if you observe one spot across winters, it would be the same warbler individual visiting it each winter!

This year, we did not have the thota outside which used to be visited by a warbler. If it flew in from the Himalayas it would have seen just a black road where its old haunts stood. And not too surprisingly I did not hear any of the familiar “check… check… check” calls. The calls of the pale-billed flowerpecker are oddly familiar, just that the tempo of the check-check is a lot more hurried, the sound is a bit shriller, and they are a lot more common. What you need to watch out for is the measured pacing between the “checks”.

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Catching up with the past

It’s been a few months since this happened. I was in the Metro, Indiranagar station had passed, and I’d started moving towards the favoured exit that’d get me ahead of the crowds and quickly to the exit. As I hung around that exit, waiting for SVR so that I could move into pole position for the last stop, I saw someone who looked familiar. I was more or less convinced who that was, a classmate from PU. But I just could not go up and talk to him. Instead I tried noting things to ascertain if that was really him. His bag was of a premier institute in Bangalore, his ID card was also of a well-known company. Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed me, or even if he had, was probably wondering along the same lines as me. Running into someone after just a few years can raise enough doubts, and this was a guy I was seeing after more than a decade!

I got to work, and promptly checked him out on LinkedIn, as am no longer on FB. He was on my 1st network, the institute and the company matched. It was him. He was a very good friend in PU, but I had just held back. More importantly, this wasn’t the first time I was doing this. When ORRCA gave me a month’s free pass to try that service, the first thing I saw was a classmate from school who used to live within shouting distance of my house in Chamarajpet. We were pretty close to the point where he used to come down to play cricket and hand tennis during weekends and summer holidays. It was a fairly close friendship in school. Our paths had diverged right after school, him choosing a diploma, and me taking the usual PU route. I had added him on Orkut (those days!) and knew that he lived closed to my current house! And thus we were on the same ORRCA bus.  I sat right behind him in the bus. He got off one stop before mine. I went through this charade the whole month that the ORRCA pass was valid for, and promptly ditched it for the normal Volvo pass. I have since realised that having a fixed entry and exit time, which is the norm with such gentrified transport services, doesn’t work so well for me. Public transport, especially the metro gives me the freedom to pick and choose my timing, to a much larger extent that is. I still fret over specific buses and train timings, but that’s also me.

Anyway, unlike in the former case, I had a good one month to talk to him. But I desisted. Once when I ran into a former colleague in the metro there was none of this hesitation. Maybe ex-colleagues are in a different league than friends from what feels like a different planet! Your life feels like a continuation from when you started working, so running into colleagues at different points feels a lot more “natural” than school mates.

I wonder if, more importantly, when you meet ex-colleagues you connect at a more professional level, and your personal life isn’t brought into the equation. The conversation naturally flows towards your jobs and other former colleagues that you both knew. It’s easy. With school or college friends, it gets a lot weirder. You invariably end up with an accounting of the rest of your life after school. Your marriages (or the lack of it, or in almost all cases, the one of it), your kids, your parents, your siblings. Your professional life is given the place that it holds in your life – one part of it. This was probably what made me hold back.

Even as I write this, am reminded of the time I moved back to India. I walked the corridors at my new job, and came across one name which sounded familiar. This was a friend I knew from school, who went to a different college, but our paths crossed again the day he landed his first job (for some reason, his college was asked to send interested students to my college for the placement interviews). Our paths diverged again, eventually ending up in the same company. The day I saw his name, he was away in the US. When he got back I went up to him and struck up a conversation. The flow was straight towards jobs, the different paths we took to end up in the same place, and then towards school friends and school teachers.

But that was a good seven years back. I had just moved back to India, and I was still looking at what lay in front of me. Over time, this forward view has been gradually including things that have gone by, and more importantly things that could’ve been. Over time, I guess it’s only natural I’ll be looking more backwards than forward, but hopefully a lot less of what could’ve been. But that’s life, I guess.

Trouble is, this account taking does not put me in the same path as everyone else. No matter how much your paths diverge, they stay parallel in the milestones we add up as we go along. And I might be holding back fearing the questions that follow, and hating having to give explanations. But that’s me projecting my fears into things. For all I know things would’ve just been alright, and it would’ve been nice to catch up with an old friend.

Maybe next time, it’d be worth saying hi and letting what happens be what happens.


Books list from 2017

I was about to search for Books list from 2017 to put up the list for 2018. Thankful that there’s one more year for that! As mentioned in an earlier post, I was looking at finishing 34 for the year. And 34 is where I ended up.

I hope to do more this year. But then I also hope to do a lot of other things this year. Not sure how I can stack everything up together. Compared to 2016, I loved a lot of the books I read this year, so in a way it was a better year for reading than 2016 I guess. There were no books that I struggled to finish. Yes, maybe some that I wished I had chucked aside earlier, but finishing wasn’t an issue.

A chronological order makes no sense, except making it a lot easier for me to jot them down. I guess a better approach is to split them up as Fiction/Non-Fiction/Language and then order them alphabetically. So here goes. Continue reading “Books list from 2017”


Movies and TV 2017

Compared to 2016 I seemed to be getting a bit more traction over catching up on movies. But I lost that somewhat midway through the year. For all you know, there might not be this post next year. But here goes. Continue reading “Movies and TV 2017”


Of Resolutions for 2018

Like everyone, I try to say that I don’t make resolutions. And like everyone, I do have them. 2017 was supposed to be the year of no electronics shopping except to replace. It worked surprisingly well. The only thing I had to buy was a phone after one was stolen, and, not had to, a used camera lens. I tried to see if I can do the same with clothes, and even there I managed quite well. Need to do better.

I knew I’d do well on these fronts as I have been on a conscious downward spiral when it comes to buying stuff. This year I hope to look towards the other side of buying to replace – getting rid of stuff and not replacing them.

On this front, the resolutions list from @thetoonguy looks very interesting. I am quite covered on a lot of this, as I use public transport for the office commute and intend to continue using it, I stopped buying bottled water ages ago (even in Kenya, where we were given only bottled water, we used it to fill our own water bottle, which helped us using less than half the water provided), I don’t use straws anymore, even with coconut vendors, and I have started growing my own veggies. Things that I need to work on is buying organic and fairtrade clothes(not hard), maybe get out of using denims(very hard).

What I wanted to work on, is trying to go vegan, and see how that works out. It is going to be very hard, as it’s not just milk that is the issue, but so many things derived from milk. Not sure what’s the best approach here, will need to figure it out. Also need to work on moving further away from rice and wheat towards millets. This will be a lot harder, as millets generally have higher Potassium (at least Ragi does), and mother has electrolyte imbalance issues.

So there, with some additions:

  1. Cycle a lot more than I got done in 2017. 2016 was a much better year on that.
  2. Restart running. (A bit iffy on this)
  3. Cut some JLR trips. Do more treks, birding walks etc instead that don’t need safaris.
  4. Have reduced flying to a trickle. Continue that. Allow max one per year(with return of course), no rollovers allowed.
  5. More theatre visits, barely did a few at RS this year!
  6. And get back to more than 40 books for the year.

Not too hard, eh?