Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Journey to the land of Corbet

In the month of February to take respite from the hectic life training in academy I took four days leave and left to see the land of corbet. From my graduation days I had several imaginations of the Corbet forests from Jim Corbet's books. First day, I went to Sitabani, which is around 30 km away from Ramnagar. This is a very remote religious place. No village is found in the 5 km radius of this place. People believe that sage Valmiki's ashram had existed in place where the forest guest house is existing today. When Britishers constructed the guest house the Valmiki's temple was shifted to the adjoining hill peak. Down the guest house there exists a Sita temple where devotees come to worship everyday. In this place it is said that Sita raised her both son Lav and Kush. From the guest house the view of the Sal jungle, Chahad sooth river and the Himalayas in the backdrop is mesmerizing. The jungle is teeming with the great variety of birds and wildlife. In this part of the country one can still see the jungle descriptions that Jim Corbet speaks in his book.

Road to Sitabani cutting through the sal Jungle

Sitabani guest house, where Valmiki's aashram was believed to have existed.

Goddess Sita with Lav and Kush on the lap.. In this place Lav and Kush was believed to have brought up after Lakshmana left sita in this jungle

Moon behind leaves when taken in slow shutter speed from the guest house...
Picturesque view of chahad river valley, sal jungle and himalaya in the back (from the guest house).

Sal Jungleof Sitabani...

view from sitabani guest house...

chital fawn crossing Chahad sooth river in sitabani

Scaly bellied woodpecker

Common Krait..

Drive to Corbet National Park
After two days in Sitabani I left to see the Corbet National park. The landscape beauty of corbet is one of the best in India. One can see all the description of Jim Corbet books descrition of the hide out of Sulthana, robin hood of India; the sal jungle; the vast expanse of tall grassland and the tigers.

Jim corbet, after who the Corbet National park is named.

Sal jungles of Corbet NP

Gharial in Ramganga river.

Old forest guest house of corbet NP night, where I stayed.


Morning view in corbet NP.

View from guest house.

Elephand ride in grassaland.

Chaurs, the savanna grasslands.


Collared falconet, one of my favourite bird..

Black shouldered kite ready to take off...

Jumbo crossing...

10 comments:

  1. Excellent images and description Santhosh. I am glad you finally took the time not only to share some of your images but also write about them. Please continue doing sharing your wonderful experiences and thoughts.

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  2. very beautiful n awesome pics gubbi,good work..

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  3. hey gubbi expected this long back from you...keep goin...

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  4. Hey Santhosha, very apt description & pictures!!! Keep it up. v will all be benefited further... Good work!

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  5. officer dats gr8..
    awesome work..
    gotta know lot of things frm dis...
    will expect more here after...

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  6. very nice. loved the pictures of the savanna and chaurs most !!!

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  7. chirping calls are very rhythmic..spread the music further through the beautiful pictures Gubbi....

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  8. Hi gubbi nice pics and descriptions...

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  9. Hullo Gubbi, I am an Englishman who looked after Sitabani Temple while the sadhu in charge (Swamiji) was away for a few weeks in '97. Here is a poem recalling that time. If you scroll down my poetry blog (rogeryates.blogspot.co.uk) you will see a poem called "Sitapani" Thamks for the photos. Happy memories!

    Tiger

    Tiger, your tracks are under the flame-of-the-forest trees
    In the black mud of the path
    Past Pughan’s garden…
    His house empty for days
    The dog gone
    Just me in the forest now
    Alone in the temple
    An oil lamp left burning on the veranda all night.

    Tiger, villagers say you drink at the temple spring
    They say it with horror and disgust
    As if you were a demon or a vampire
    But I imagine you crouching to lap the water
    Head down, shoulder-blades raising your pelt,
    Lapping with that great hot tongue
    Finding such solace
    In the water of Sita’s Spring.

    Tiger, I bar the door at night
    There are teakwood bars on the window too
    But I go out into the night sometimes
    To the track under the trees beyond the gate
    I talk quietly to you then
    Knowing you could be just there in the darkness
    Unconcerned, watching, calm,
    Waiting for me to go.

    Tiger, the dawn, grey and immense,
    Assembles with apocalyptic clamour
    The birds seethe and echo like a well
    Deer bark and call…
    When I blow the conch
    Your roars answer through the mist along the valley
    Om!…..Aum!
    You are swallowing the world whole.

    October 2013

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