A poor life this if,
full of care,
We have no time to
stand and stare.
I remember these lines from school. Someone had put up a chart about
nature on one of the many bulletin boards that hung from the nails hammered into
them. Though school is now a vague and distant memory I found myself calling to
mind this verse last week as a stood and stared as nature marvelled me yet
I hadn’t intended on going to the Spiti Valley in Himachal Pradesh in
early August. The ‘plan’ was to go to The Valley of Flowers located in the West
Himalayas in Uttarkhand. A Google search will throw up the craziest burst of
colours on to your screen – such is the charm of The Valley and so enthralling
is its biodiversity. However the rains leading to floods that hit the region
last year caused some serious infrastructural damage and as a consequence the
roads leading up to The Valley were still not accessible media reports
That’s how yours truly here ended up in Spiti.
But this is not a post about Spiti. This is a post about being
enthralled by another Valley of Flowers – one that’s in my own state and
located at about 280 kilometers from Mumbai city.
|Kaas in panorama |
The Kaas Plateau in Satara is situated in the Sahyadri Ranges of the
Western Ghats and is spread along 1000 hectres. It derives its name from the
Kaasa tree that bears white flowers only once every 7-8 years.
As the name suggests the plateau is wild with flowers in all shapes,
sizes and colours bringing to life those dull drab science text books from
school that spoke of everything from pollination to insectivorous plants in
such a monotone that I almost never imagined them to be this vivid.
|Interestingly enough this plant is called 'haathi ka soond' - elephant's trunk - for the mechanism it adopts totransfer pollens on to the insect|
Did you know that there are flowers who’ll take an insect as a hostage
for one night (and release them the next day) OR that another traps an insect
at its centre? And that such tactics are deployed to transfer the pollens on to
We’re read/heard about birds having bizarre mating rituals and our
expert guide in tow relayed one to us as well. One will spot very easily the
crested lark in and around the Plateau. This little friend of ours in his
mission to woo the female over, flies to a height of about a 50 – 60 feet and
then goes for a straight drop until he’s a lil’ over 5 – 10 feet away from the
ground before opening his wings out. Sounds like a great story, I know. Makes
for an even better visual treat as you stand there wind hitting your face, jaw
slightly hanging loosely mid air, eyes straining to find this lil’ friend in
his perseverant act of love. I really think we got lucky to be able to watch
|The Crested Lark - Image sourced from the Internet|
Would you be able to recognize the insect here?
|The brown bit that presumably look like a bundle of sticks is actually an insect!|
I bet (like me) you’d have walked passed this plant without realizing
who was ‘hanging out’ hereby on it!
|And see who's hanging out...|
The Kaas Plateau has only recently been declared as a UNESCO World Heritage Site as
a result of which sections on the Plateau had been cordoned off. It claims to
home 150 species of flowers, shrubs and grasses. And in the time I spent there
last week I didn’t only lose count but also failed to remember the names of
these jaw-drop inducing beauties!
|Lush green hills everywhere. It's the post monsoon effect!|
|The first sightings|
|Info signages like these for novices like me|
|...But after you lose your mind to the real stuff, the signages are a thing of the past|
|Pretty-ness starts to take over the senses...|
|Before the mist|
|After the mist|
|Cobwebs nestling dewdrops (1)|
|Cobwebs nestling dewdrops (2)|
|Dil garden garden :P |
|Mr. Expert himself. Still dont know how he memorizes each and every flower, bird and insect's name *sigh*|
|From this point on while the appreciation for nature grew, the ability to remember their names simply disappeared. |
Besides the Plateau, there is a lake nearby as well as the Chalkewadi windmills as the Thosegar waterfalls. Whether standing next to a windmill or at the waterfall itself you can’t help but realize just how insignificant you are in all things where size matters
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
- William Henry Davis
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