Monday, August 30, 2010

Fauna Vs Flora

Got the writers cramp (not in my hand but in my mind). I'm drained of my brain power with so much demands and deadlines at work and my brain simply refuses to think anymore :).

bear with me for not posting my usual ramblings today :)

Here are some of the characters I promised to share with you...

This is the White throated Kingfisher which is commonly seen even in Colombo and to my knowledge is the commonest type of Kingfisher in Sri Lanka.

This flowering plant caught my eye as it was full of bloom and the ground was covered with a layer of petals. Somehow I like this pic very much but I really dont know why.... :)

Its a real stress buster to post stuff for you guys here....thanks for following my blog :))

Friday, August 27, 2010

Butterflies Galore!

I’m not a morning person and at this rate I don’t expect a miracle any soon. The only exception for my night owl behavior is when the morning has many promises and surprises in store for me like when I am in the countryside.

The morning calls of the myriad of birds taking sanctuary of the nearby thicket pinches me out of my sleep. I am out of the door with my trusted sidekick (happens to be my cam) in no time. My father throws a bewildered glance at me over his steaming cup of tea and seeing the cam, goes back to sipping the tea with a knowing look.

Although birds are very enthusiastic on getting me out of bed they have other ideas about posing for my cam. There were of course a few who didn’t mind letting me capture a few shots of their morning life.

Trying to capture the feathered friends I was forgetting the smaller critters of flight hovering closer to the ground till I stumbled on a small bush in full bloom with purple flowers. It is called “balu nakuta” (the dogs tail) and the flowers rich with nectar attracts many butterflies. The undergrowth was splashed purple with many bushes of the same species and it was like a miniature eco system buzzing with life.

This one is called the Common Rose (Pachilopta aristolochiae) and it had to keep flying even when sipping nectar as the flower was too small to bear its weight. That is how I ended up with this action shot!

Then I saw this tiny and quite unimpressive looking butterfly having its share of the breakfast without much ado while our Ms Rose was making a spectacle of herself. As I quite expected my index did not contain this little fellow. But with due respect to the constitution of the butterflies which says “however uncolourful or minute, all butterflies should be treated equally” I am posting It’s pic too :D suggestions of its name are always welcome!

The sun was slowly rising warming up the cool morning air and I was getting hungry as I watched the feeding frenzy of my friends. On my way back home I met several interesting characters. Await the next post…. ; )

Monday, August 23, 2010

Shades of Blue

The sun was colouring the west sky pink before he retired to his oceanic bed and the moon peeped through the coconut trees and lingered behind the palms for a while. She knew sun would depart soon leaving the sky all to herself. Sun was always good to her whenever they met and she knew she wouldn’t look so pretty if not for his presence. But she would rather avoid the encounters if possible as she felt afraid of his ways at times.

She loved it when the sky was empty and dark with maybe a few giggling stars that always made nice companions. They would get together and share the gossips of the day and sometimes a few stray clouds will also join in to catch up. Sometimes they would just look on as the wind sang its songs from its many journeys around the world.

The world beneath looked prettier as the night approached, the lights twinkled with hope in porches waiting for their loved ones to return or the smoke escaped chimneys where mothers were cooking dinner. Then as the night progressed the lights went off one by one and world slept oblivious to her loneliness.

How she wished she had a family to come home to…

When the last rays faded from the westward skies she slowly drifted from her hiding looking around for the flicker of her mischievous friends. The sky was bare except for an occasional bat who was too busy going for its night duty, to notice her. She just waited wishing it was a cloudy day so she could have hidden behind a thick fluffy cloud and wept silently.

It was then she heard his voice…

”looking for someone?” the dark stranger asked as he glided towards her. It was a kite flying high in the sky with its frills fluttering in the wind. The darkness almost merged him with the night but she could make out the silhouette against the sky.

“I don’t have anyone to speak to today….would you care to hang around for a while?”.

He told her about children and their families and she told him about the sky and the ocean and they didn’t feel the time pass by.

“I have to go now…” he told her suddenly.

“But why?...don’t you like talking to me?” she uttered as her eyes welled with tears.

“I have a string attached and its pulling me back to earth…I have to return home to my master”.
“Can’t you cut it loose and fly to me?” her heart fluttered with hope.

“I would love to….but it will only make me crash to the ground” she heard him say as he slowly descended towards the unseen child who was tugging at the string of his kite.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Journey to origins...

Journey to my father’s home town some 150 Km from Colombo brought me to this peaceful and quiet village with the only sounds that broke the silence were the constant chatter of birds.

A short hike in the early morning when the golden rays were peeping through the canopy took me to this paddy field bordered by a brook. It was turning golden from its lush green indicating that the harvesting is near and the leaves were glistening with the dew drops which shone like diamonds in the morning sun.

I thought I was alone till I saw this handsome stranger. He was apparently mesmerized by the beauty that surrounded and I was able to creep quite close without startling him.

This one is commonly known as the “Nigger” ….The politically incorrect butterfly ; ) (Orsotriaena medus)

Then someone who was particularly sensitive on racism has coined the term “Smooth-eyed Brush brown” which is rather self explanatory, given the appearance of the creature. But for some unknown human psychological inclination the previous term is being used in preference to the new one. (or it’s just the fact that it is short and simple). Too much psychology seems to be making me paranoid…. : )

Monday, August 16, 2010

Till death do us part

I saw this couple of birds perched on a dead tree on a high branch. There were a lot of branches spanning a wide area and the two birds were huddled together as if they were being charged for using the tree on the basis of length of branch used :)

This was taken in an early morning and it appeared as if they were grooming themselves to start the day. The grooming process of birds is called Preening where the bird runs its beak through its feathers to remove debris, realign the the feathers that are out of place and distribute a special oil produced at the base of its tail to ensure a smooth flight !

They were captured in a home garden in Kuliyapitiya and I still could not identify the type of the bird.

Can anyone help ?

Friday, August 13, 2010

Colours of India

When I think of India the first thing that come to my mind are the pretty women clad in brilliant coloured sarees.
I see India as the most exquisite bouquet of colours the world has to offer.
Indians simply celebrate life through their colourful culture of food, art, cloths and even flowers.

Would it still look fascinating if I took all the colours out...?

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Land of the Dragons

Dragonflies always intrigued me starting from their name. They do not at all look like a dragon (well...I cant recall when I last saw a dragon anyway :D) or could never be passed as a fly unless one was stark blind and the dragonfly decided to keep well away from their touch!

Yet someone decided to call these fellas Dragonflies and here we are following the tradition : ) And I'm guessing they are more than happy to have such a majestic name!

The thing I like about them the most is they are not as busy as butterflies and do not mind even to strike a few poses while they are at it.

This one is called the Pied Parasol (Neurothemis tullia) which is a common resident dragonfly.

It was resting on a dried palm leaf deep in contemplation (probably about global warming) in a hot sunny afternoon and could not care less of the clumsy humanoid hovering around with an apparatus that kept clicking.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Blue Moon

What the woman with depression scribbled on paper...

Each night,
dawns a blue moon...
Casting long, grey shadows
of the wilted flowers.

Each day,
sun shines cold on my skin...
While tears freeze a trail
down the cheeks.

Then I ask;
(but no one cares to listen)
who robbed the colours
leaving my world all blue and grey?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The secret garden

The secret garden was one of the books that fascinated me as a child and fueled my unrelenting thirst to read. I still remember myself huddled in bed with the book reading like the world did not exist anymore.

Those memories were stirred from the depth of my mind when I saw this antique wrought iron gate left open wide inviting the curious visitors in. The ornate gate pillars added a sense of mystery and fear as to what laid beyond. The statute resting on the pillar had a pot overgrown with an ornamental grass resembling it to the head of the Medusa.

And the looks were not deceiving…..It was hiding a wonderful world behind the towering wall of palms just like it did in the book….I was reliving my childhood fantasy this time, for real !!!
Pls. excuse the mist like quality as this was taken through a rather dusty windshield : )

As with all good things there was yet another gate before I got to feast my eyes on the beauty . The tolling of the bell brought the caretaker who let us in.

Walking a few feet through the thick growth of ferns in to the garden I turned back to see the little gate almost hidden by the foliage giving the sense of being trapped in another world.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Bug's life

The pink wild lilies always catch my eyes although they are trespassers in the flower beds. Today I met an even more attractive intruder who was resting on a soft petal and I was wishing I was small enough to sit on the next flower and listen to my friend's adventures... :)

The butterfly is known as the Common Grass Dart (Taractrocera maevius)...Yea, he seemed a bit confused to me
What struck me most were the two pairs of wings that were held at right angles to each other and the striped antennae....