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This is not about poaching, or not even about shooting with the camera. It is about tourists obsessed with the fantasy of wild encounters, about tourists who think seeing tigers in the wild is like nothing else in the world. I thought out this essay after I spent a day on a day-trip at Corbett in a safari van packed with 20 people.
I have seen three different types of people who hunt for tigers in our national parks. The first one, I would call naturalists, are the real nature lovers. While they look for the tiger, they also have a keen eye for the other species, small or big. They observe with interest - the bird of prey flying high in the sky, porcupine crawling in the ground or the vegetation in the forest. These people don’t just want to look for tiger for the heck of it, but would love to know their behavior, their way of life in the wild, their prey and such details. They would want to do their bit to conserve these endangered creatures. And when some one says tigers are territorial or that the vegetation is dry deciduous, they are knowledgeable enough that they already know it, or understand what it means. These people deserve all the respect from me.
The second kind are tolerable. They have a general love for wildlife and of course, some extra inclination to see the tiger. But they don’t have a desperation for it. And they generally are nice enough to honour the rules while they are there wildlife viewing. They are more like - “A tiger would be nice, but I can still enjoy the trip”. I have a neutral attitude for these people. But sometimes it is fun to hear them. I know a friend who has been thinking of visiting Ranathambore for sometime. She keeps telling about going there, and all she manages to do is keep telling about it! And there was another who said - “let’s go to Bandipur, I want to see the big cats!” Obviously she did not seem to know the fact that big cats are the most elusive animals in the wild. Let us see what she would have thought? That Bandipur is a big jungle holiday managed by tigers, and they greet you wherever you go? Imagine driving into Bandipur, and tigers waiting for you at the park entrance with aarathi and welcome drink! Even better, imagine them singing for you as you come in, with a roaring voice though! Well, tourists of these kind are harmless, curious people. Nothing wrong with it, I guess.
Then there is a third kind of people who are just desperate to see tigers in the wild. They can do anything for it with no regard for the rules and etiquettes. My feelings towards such people borders disgust. A number of people I met in Corbett during the day safari were of this kind.
Almost every one in the safari van was talking about tigers, and little else. The only moments of silence is when they busied themselves eating their packed food in the middle of the conversations. Their desperation to see tigers was obvious. After all, everyone they know will ask them when they go back – “did you see the tigers?” The conversation almost always goes like this –
A: How was your weekend?
B: Been to Corbett.
A: Oh! so cool!! Did you see the tigers?
B: (Facing down, sad faced) no yaa, kuch nahi hai, bas bekaar ka trip tha! – No friend, it was a wasted trip. Did not see anything.
A: tsk. tsk.. You know, when my friend went to Corbett two weeks ago, they saw a pair of beautiful tigers from very close. You know last year when Aunty went there, they saw a mother with two cubs! Must be your bad luck.
B: (speechless and trying to change the topic) So how was your weekend?
None of the people in the van would have liked to be in B’s shoes, and their desperation showed up in their speech. On the other hand, a glimpse of the tiger has an incredible value. They can go on for days bragging about that glorious moment when they saw the king of the jungle - “What tiger man! It was too cool. So huge you know, and when it walks, it’s just amazing! You should see that really!” And if they get to see some action they become a hero with their friends. “Man! You should have seen the tiger chasing that deer. Poor thing was running so fast, but the tiger was too good for it. One moment and it was all over. Life time experience you know!”
The search for the tiger started even before we entered the park. While we drove on the National Highway to Nainital, our driver(who doubled up as guide) casually remarked that they sometimes see the tiger on the highway. Soon somebody remarked from the back – Abhi milega kya - is it going to come now? The seasoned driver was patient to such questions and remarks. He cautiously responded – “You can never tell, it all depends on your luck”. And the voice from the back shot back – “then when are we going to see the tiger?” I wonder if this bloke presumed that the staff of the tiger reserve controlled the moment of tigers!
Occasionally, someone burst out to show off their knowledge of wildlife. The most incredible statement that I heard was something I can never forget – “Aren’t leopards born to tigresses!?” Yes, I am not kidding and some one “really” said that. Every conversation had to have the tiger in it -
Driver cum Guide(DG) – “Now we are at the bank of Ramaganga river”
The desperation tourist(DT) – “Does the tiger come here?”
DG: We will be heading in this direction and go towards Dhikala
DT: Are we going to see tigers there.
When we passed an oncoming vehicle, questions were invariably exchanged – ”Kuch dekha” - Saw something? And that “something” always meant tiger!
It was incredibly disgusting at times. They were so obsessed that they ignored everything else. I noticed quite a few beautiful birds and many other animals on the way, but no one else seemed to care much. The landscape of Corbett is incredibly beautiful, but they were blind to it. Most of the local naturalists and jeep drivers also seemed to be fed up of these tiger hunters. Later, while I was speaking to a naturalist, he echoed my feelings – “It is such a beautiful place, but sadly few people notice that. They just run behind the tigers” This lack of seeing things went too far at some point. We saw some animal under the shade below a tree and stopped for a better look to check out what it was. I peeked through my telephoto lens and figured that it is a deer.
I: It is a sambar deer
DT: Oh! It is only a deer!! I thought it may be something!!
I pity the deer for having to go through such an identity crisis – it is not even “something” anymore!
After we had spent a few hours driving without sighting, the impatience was becoming more and more evident. Someone barked to the driver from the back – “What is this? You are just showing us forest and only forest. Where is the tiger? Show us the tiger!” By this time, my disgust had turned into pity, so I was quiet and just listened to the conversation. The poor driver, who was probably used to this in eve
ry trip he made gently remarked – “Well, Tigers live in the forest, where else could we go?” Another few hours, and before the safari was about to end and we were heading back to the town – they seem to have realized that they had lost the game. Some one gave a last cry of desperation – “You did not show us the tigers, at least now show us some elephants!” By the time we returned, no one seemed to be happy. To be fair, I remember a family of three who occasionally looked at the birds, flora and other animals were the only one who did not seem to be complaining. Everyone else seemed to be thinking that they just wasted their good money.
These desperados were not only impatient, they were not the least disciplined. They made loud noises in the van. They never understood the need to be quiet if they wanted to see the tiger. They never respected the sanctity of the forest – I noticed one of them throwing away a plastic bottle right next to a sign that said not to throw plastics in the jungle. Even if they did spot the tiger, they would probably shout and shriek with excitement and not only spoil their own chance, but also disturb the tiger. Such people are a bane in our national park, and sadly we have many of them. I hope you, the reader is not one of them but belong to the first type I mentioned before. And I hope you educate your friends and your people not to be one of the desperate kind.
More on Corbett National Park at paintedstork.com
* Images from Corbett
* Arriving at Corbett
* First day at Corbett: safari day trip to Dhikala
* Corbett: In the nature - A struggle between fear and love
* The desperate tourist’s tiger hunt
* Photo Essay: Landscapes of Corbett
* My Days in Corbett
* Encounter with Pachyderms
* Information about Corbett National Park
* Moving on from Corbett
well, hope that you, in your characteristic style — (in that moment of sudden silence) - gave your piece of mind, Arun.
had a similar experience at Corbett NP myself. A porcupine (quite a rare sighting in my books, given the nature of the darling-critter) was a mere “ugh”!
and yeah, they thronged up when a tigeress showed up and given my frame, build and muscle, i got to see her left hind leg and swinging tail (she retreated quick-enough at their ruckous)!
“leopard kid of a tigeress” - god! me heard it too! guess it is one damn good joke that was born at Corbett NP itself!
and the #3-s of your categorization. Wish there was a way to have them at the tiger-NPs only during the summer - they will see and leave quickly! but yeah it has its own disadvantages too! :-p!
great day!,
-fc.
Ah! I so well understand what you say. That is why we trek, to escape the crowds, not only who want to see a tiger but every other type too.
I guess they are just one basic human type. You see them in every national park and in every country as well.
Thoughtful post and I do hope the right people who need to be teached a lesson read it too. We do have the same problem in Norway with turists wanting to hunt rain deers.
LOL man leopard born to a tigress :)) thats hilarious.
I have been to Corbett twice and will continue going not only for it’s tigers but the beautiful jungle. I very much admire the fact that there are still people like you in India who really enjoy and conserve Jungles to the fullest. Very rightly said majority of the people are of the first category who care a damn about our countries treasures. I have often had fights with such people on my trips to the Indian Jungles in the process to get them straight, but sadly it’s all in vain.
i just loved the way you hv described tiger crazy people,unfortunately most of the people are like that