Khichan in Thar Desert plays host to huge flocks of demoiselle cranes arriving from Central Asia. This mesmerising spectacle is something to treasure for a lifetime.
The
birds seem to have been waiting for you all morning. You have been advised to
come here early in the morning for the congregation. But Khichan is in middle
of nowhere and so justifiably you arrive here in the middle of the day. The
action is supposed to happen in early mornings and evenings. You are not
expecting a lot. Only recently, you have started to notice the birds around
you. A month earlier, all across Gujarat, you have seen these beautiful large
birds like pelicans, painted storks and demoiselle cranes feeding in the
fields, poking in ponds and flying low over the waters of Rann. You are doing
the Great Thar Road Trip and Khichan conveniently falls midway between Bikaner
and Jaisalmer. Today you are on your way to see dancing camels in Jaisalmer
Desert Festival. Khichan in Thar Desert plays host to huge flocks of Demoiselle
Cranes arriving from Central Asia. You need to go investigate; dancing camels
will have to wait.
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The Demoiselle Cranes of Khichan |
A
bus full of western tourists has just arrived in the village of Khichan, a few
kilometres ahead of Phalodi. Like the other tourists you are also trying to
figure out what next. The parking lot attendant advises you to climb the mound
just ahead. The setting at Khichan seems to have been designed for full effect.
As you crest the hillock, the spectacle unfolds before your disbelieving eyes
in a shallow bowl like valley below. Surrounding a pond, there are thousands of
Demoiselle Cranes. Yes you have seen packed penguin settlements and stampeding
wildebeests on TV but never anything like this in front of your eyes. You don’t
like to keep anyone waiting but here it seems you had entire colony of
Demoiselle Cranes waiting for you.
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Unbelieveable Sights of Khichan |
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The Kumbh Mela of Demoiselle Cranes at Khichan, Rajasthan |
Excitedly
you clamber down to the water body. Most of the birds are on the other side of
the pond. And the birds are all taking at the same time. So while in Kutch the
mind goes silent listening to the emptiness of Rann doused in pink of a setting
sun, here in Khichan, the mind goes quiet making sense of thousands of cranes
trumpeting excitedly. There is constant motion and activity - wings flutter,
beaks are dipped into water, some dance while some preen. A dog and some cows
move through the ranks. In response, entire columns move in unison like ripples
on a grey sea. The view is hypnotic – the spectacle of feathery grey, the
constant high-pitched loud trumpeting and the beauty of the cranes.
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The Beautiful Damsel of Khichan |
The
cranes are beautiful and graceful like the lasses they are named after. The
name demoiselle is derived from the French word dameisele which means damsel or young girl. Everything about the
cranes is beautiful, measured and graceful. They have long slender necks with
white ear tufts. The fore-neck is dark while the light grey of neck extends to
an attractive shiny bluish-grey plume. Bright red eyes are inquisitive as they
strut like pretty damsels.
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Time to take to the skies |
The
chatter is changing pitch. There is some expectancy building up. Signals are
transmitted through the congregation. Feathers start flapping. And then as if
on cue, entire entourages of birds lift into the skies, like a soaring Mexican
wave. The sight of thousands of birds taking off at once creates a fantastic
show. It seems that thunder claps are rolling over the waters creating ripples.
The sound and the spectacle are both dramatic and dazzling. The cranes circle
over you even as more cranes take off. For few minutes it seems the feathers
have obscured the sun that came out reluctantly from the foggy skies. All you
can do is watch the sky spellbound. You cannot imagine your good fortune. First
the cranes wait for you and then they treat you to this extravaganza in the
skies. Apparently, after the feeding session of morning, the birds gather
around the water bodies only to fly away in the afternoon. They will spend the
night on the dunes standing on one leg and will return in the morning.
The
story of how inhabitants of frozen steppes in Mongolia and Eurasia and beyond
found a loving home in Thar Desert, thousands of miles away, goes back to the
seventies when Ratanlal Maloo and his wife, residents of Kichna village, began
feeding birds. Initially, few demoiselle cranes joined the pigeons and other
local birds. Over the years, as stories of benevolent Ratanlal’s lavish feast
started doing rounds of steppes, the number of cranes arriving in Kichna grew
rapidly to thousands. The cranes – called Kurja locally - would start coming by
August and leave in March. The cranes are fed in chugga-ghar or feeding-house where, during peak months, fifty bags
of jowar weighing fifty kgs each are offered to the cranes daily. The cost is borne by individuals, village
panchayat and government agencies.
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The flight of Demoiselle Cranes at Khichan, Rajasthan |
The
deafening sound has receded. The pond is almost empty now. The cranes turn into
tiny dots as they rise high into the stratosphere. The flying regime is
probably followed on a daily basis designed to provide lessons to the young
members and to keep everyone else fit for the impending long haul back home.
The
few hours watching the cranes have been pure joy. It is actually a combination
of God’s miracle and large heartedness of a small desert village that has
provided these moments of bliss. Every year the birds travel thousands of
miles, crossing the mighty Himalayas, fighting hunger, disease and predators to
come to a village in India’s Thar Desert. The village residents welcome them,
feed them and look after them for months while expecting nothing in return. It
is as if God had intended all beings the freedom to move about a planet that
belongs to everyone – a planet where no passports are needed and no boundaries
exist. Just like the cranes, humans too could move across the world without
restrictions and find love wherever they go. Now that would not need a miracle.
It would be something that was always meant to be.
A version of the story appeared in the February 2017 issue of Rail Bandhu, the on-board magazine of Indian Railways
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Rail Bandhu Feb 2017 |
Getting There:
Khichan
is four kms away from Phalodi while Phalodi is 400 kms from Jaipur and 170 kms from
Jaisalmer in Rajasthan.
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The article of course made a great read; but it also lovely to find an old French word in it. It's been long since I read "dameisele" other than in French literary texts.
ReplyDeleteHi Jayanti,
DeleteThanks much for reading the story. Khichan is another surprise in the basketful surprises that is our India. Yes, the word came up through friends on a FB post. Dameisele is indeed a beautiful word. And the cranes are just as beautiful as their namesake. No I haven't read any literary texts - French or otherwise!
Merci Beaucoup!
Nirdesh
Wonderful pictures. Nice to know about this place.
ReplyDeleteHi Dhiru,
DeleteSo nice to get to know you. I loved your blog - in fact I have on and off found your stories while looking around. It seems your favourite states too are Karnataka and MP! I just visited Sishupalgarh when I found your story. The place is in danger of being swallowed up by houses. It is almost heartbreaking.
Thanks for reading the story. Do visit Rajasthan and its many surprises.
Regards,
Nirdesh
As alaways a wonderful post that immediately transports one to Khichan...the sounds, the flaps,the flutters, the preen and the prance all comes to life in your post.... as as if one is watching a picture book!
ReplyDeleteHi Aparna,
DeleteSay my Hi to Mimosa!
Khichan was a pleasant surprise especially when I went there with almost no expectations!
I am sure the avian friends are back and putting up the aerial shows for some lucky travellers.
Thanks for visiting the post.
Cheers