Maneater of Devprayag / Chandmari.
Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 12:52 am
July 23rd 2011.
In a remote village a girl in her teens goes out from her house in the early hours of the morning to her uncles house barely 100 yards away.
She does not return by afternoon. The Uncle has not seen her. They assume she has gone to the school instead. By evening a search is launched.
The girls head and a small portion of the leg are found in the lantana bush barely 50 yards below the narrow mule track which connects the two houses.
The work of a Leopard. A clever and cunning animal . What is amazing is that no one has heard a sound or seen anything unusual till the remains are found.
Her beautiful long hair entangled so badly in the bush that they have to be cut through . The left over are put together and cremated on a pyre.
Traps are placed and two days later a leopard is caught by the Forest Officials in the early hours of the morning. Word spreads like wild fire and within half an hour more than 300 people assemble to watch the "tamasha". One of them shouts "Maar do saale ko" and the crowd roars with approval. They are ready to burn the animal alive. The four forest guards and two police constables are out numbered. Yet they hold their ground and try to control the crowd.
The leopard is furious. A wild animal stuck in a 6feet by 2 feet trap with a mob roaring revenge in close proximity. He makes an all out attempt to escape. The trap is strong.
Half an hour trough , an old man sitting in the corner and watching the "fun" gets up and shouts "Bhaaghi gee saala". All eyes turn towards the cage and sure enough they find the "Devil" escape through the smallest opening , jump down the ridge and vanish into the thick undergrowth.
The villagers are out raged. They demand the Admn. to immediately put an end to the menace, else they will block the National Highway. The main road which connects the famous temples of Badrinath and Hemkund Saheb Gurudwara.
I get a call from a friend who happens to be a Govt. appointed hunter. He is leaving for the spot (more than 300 kms from his place). He is packing up and asks me if I would like to join in. "Sure" I say. Postpone all appointments. Pack my bags and decide to meet up at Rishikesh. A small town in the foothills of the Himalaya.
In the next few days I will talk about my experience of the past 3 days.
The leopard is still at large.
As night sets in I am forced to think of these helpless hill folks . In this remote part of India. Where running water, good roads and electricity are things of luxury. Where the poor folk toil hard throughout the day to earn their day's bread.
In these hills the leopard is not seen as a majestic and beautiful big cat.....but as a devil.
A thief who lifts their cattle.
A murderer who kills their children.
In a remote village a girl in her teens goes out from her house in the early hours of the morning to her uncles house barely 100 yards away.
She does not return by afternoon. The Uncle has not seen her. They assume she has gone to the school instead. By evening a search is launched.
The girls head and a small portion of the leg are found in the lantana bush barely 50 yards below the narrow mule track which connects the two houses.
The work of a Leopard. A clever and cunning animal . What is amazing is that no one has heard a sound or seen anything unusual till the remains are found.
Her beautiful long hair entangled so badly in the bush that they have to be cut through . The left over are put together and cremated on a pyre.
Traps are placed and two days later a leopard is caught by the Forest Officials in the early hours of the morning. Word spreads like wild fire and within half an hour more than 300 people assemble to watch the "tamasha". One of them shouts "Maar do saale ko" and the crowd roars with approval. They are ready to burn the animal alive. The four forest guards and two police constables are out numbered. Yet they hold their ground and try to control the crowd.
The leopard is furious. A wild animal stuck in a 6feet by 2 feet trap with a mob roaring revenge in close proximity. He makes an all out attempt to escape. The trap is strong.
Half an hour trough , an old man sitting in the corner and watching the "fun" gets up and shouts "Bhaaghi gee saala". All eyes turn towards the cage and sure enough they find the "Devil" escape through the smallest opening , jump down the ridge and vanish into the thick undergrowth.
The villagers are out raged. They demand the Admn. to immediately put an end to the menace, else they will block the National Highway. The main road which connects the famous temples of Badrinath and Hemkund Saheb Gurudwara.
I get a call from a friend who happens to be a Govt. appointed hunter. He is leaving for the spot (more than 300 kms from his place). He is packing up and asks me if I would like to join in. "Sure" I say. Postpone all appointments. Pack my bags and decide to meet up at Rishikesh. A small town in the foothills of the Himalaya.
In the next few days I will talk about my experience of the past 3 days.
The leopard is still at large.
As night sets in I am forced to think of these helpless hill folks . In this remote part of India. Where running water, good roads and electricity are things of luxury. Where the poor folk toil hard throughout the day to earn their day's bread.
In these hills the leopard is not seen as a majestic and beautiful big cat.....but as a devil.
A thief who lifts their cattle.
A murderer who kills their children.