Gangadharan Menon’s book Evergreen Leaves
is an unrestrained peek into the life of a naturalist who is at home in the
wild forests of India. Not for nothing does his email identity begin as “Wild
Ganges.” I know him as “Ganga” from my childhood. We used to study in one class
at Adarsha Vidyalaya, Chembur, a suburb of Bombay. He was a superman right from
school: good in studies, good in sports, good in writing, good in dramatics and
debating, etc. We used to be rival house captains; he leading yellow house and
I leading green house. Leading my team against his proved to be a herculean
task in those days. Those days remain a daze now.
Ganga went on to shine in advertising as a
copywriter, the best in the field. Before that he experimented with many
genres: film maker, actor, script writer, and artist, so on and so forth. Then
somehow after 28 years of advertising he gave it up at the peak of his career to
be a writer on nature and to teach young people. Was he a bit disillusion by
advertising? Yes, he told me one day. Like many of the stalwarts of those days
he was disillusioned by the tasteless ads produced today. Today all they know
is to “make the logo bigger” and “why is this space empty?” So he quit.
Today he teaches creativity at Bombay’s
Rachna Sansad and when he is free he travels to the sanctuaries and national
parks around the country, discovering new flora and fauna and writing about
them. Photography is one of his passions and has a huge catalogue of birds and
animals in his computer. He does this because he loves doing it and most of the
time he drives his own vehicle across the length and breadth of the country.
From Arunachal Pradesh to Gujarat and from Leh to Kanyakumari he has seen it
all, experienced the mountains, rivers, lakes, sanctuaries and national parks,
sitting in the driver’s seat. No safe beaten tourist tracks for him, he loves
the wild as it comes, through dangerous tracks, often with only a guide for
company.
The elephant that almost killed Ganga is now known as Gangadharan |
It was on one such expedition on June 15,
2008 that he was almost gored to death by an elephant in the jungles of Masinagudi.
Here it is in Ganga’s own words, “As I turned back to look at what we were
running away from, I saw a wild tusker aged about 16 barely 30 feet away from
me, in full charge. I ran for my life, as fast as my 52-year-old feet could
carry me... then the tusker went down on his front legs and attacked me with
his right tusk, right on my lower back, exactly where I had a slip-disc for 14
years.” After many days in hospital Ganga was out of danger. When I asked him if
he held any grudges against elephants he said, “No, I still love them.” I am
reproducing alongside a photo of the elephant that attacked Ganga which has
been named “Gangadharan” by the people living in the area.
During his travels he has been shocked b
the wanton destruction of forests by greedy men and poachers. The Chilika lake
is one such conservation effort launched by Chilika Development Authority with
the help of the local people. “The poachers turned protectors patrolled the
waterways of Chilika, day in and day out. They took nature lovers in their
boats, with the precise knowledge of which species can be found where. The
division of labour among them was well-defined. Some of them became boatmen,
some turned cooks who provided food on a day-long boat journey, and the ones
with better communication skills became guides.”
He adds, “Conservationists across India
would do well to take a leaf out of the Book of Chilika. If a conservation
effort has to be successful as the one in Chilika, the local community has to
be deeply engaged and passionately involved. That’s the only way to protect the
last green bastions left in our country.”
The book serves as a memoir as well as a
chronicle of India’s vast natural beauty. It is written in the lucid style
Ganga is known for. He uses every clichĂ© that exists with certain panache. It’s
a worthy addition to every nature lover’s library.
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