Monday, December 8, 2025

Wedding Season

It is that time of the year where a lot of weddings take place in India. Because there are many auspicious days around this time according to priests who solemnize such events I guess. Anyway, even in my (extended) family, half a dozen or so weddings are planned. I attended one recently near my native town.

The wedding took place for 2 days at a resort aptly named “Dharti Dhora Ri” (Land of Sand-dunes).

Dharti Dhora Ri

It is spread across a huge swath of desert land with an imposing building right at the edge of a national highway. Preparations underway for the wedding I was attending:

Great Desert Expanse

The interiors are similarly shimmering with grandeur. The ceiling of the reception area:

DDR Reception Ceiling

There are different areas for different events and the entrance to one such area on the first night was decorated in dark mode / night theme:

DDR@Night1-1  DDR@Night1-2
DDR@Night1-3

DDR@Night1-4

The area for the second night was much more grandiose where the main reception was held but sadly I did not capture that so you can just let your imagination run wild (include fireworks too).

Apart from all these events and decorations, the most important aspect of a wedding is the FOOD. And boy oh boy, did this place curate some of the most ‘perfect’ sweets I have ever eaten! Every meal had at least 4 different sweets. I tasted only two in every meal and whatever I tasted was great. All sorts of sweets (made of chhena or mawa or dry fruits) were second to none. Even the traditional breakfast items had the home-made vibe & taste, especially the bajri ka daliya. Of course, there were plenty of “main course” items too for lunch and dinner, which means I had to make a conscious decision of what not to taste. The curries were good and fresh tandoori naan I had here was among the best. But I left out many things that I would have eaten if there was less to choose at every meal! That was the saddest part of attending this wedding I think.๐Ÿ˜‰

Anyway, all’s well that ends well! I got back to Bengaluru on time. Just before the ridiculous

Indigo Fiasco

Sunday, November 9, 2025

Untranslatable Shayari – II

This post is the second installment of a collection of untranslatable Shers that I talked about earlier. Let me share a very famous Ghazal of Dr. Nawaaz Deobandi from the times when he looked like a young Anji (from Rurouni Kenshin).

เคตो เคฐुเคฒा เค•เคฐ เคนँเคธ เคจ เคชाเคฏा เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•
เคœเคฌ เคฎैं เคฐो เค•เคฐ เคฎुเคธ्เค•ुเคฐाเคฏा เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•

เคญूเคฒเคจा เคšाเคนा เค•เคญी เค‰เคธเค•ो เค…เค—เคฐ
เค”เคฐ เคญी เคตो เคฏाเคฆ เค†เคฏा เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•

เคญूเค•े เคฌเคš्เคšों เค•ी เคคเคธเคฒ्เคฒी เค•े เคฒिเค
เคฎाँ เคจे เคซिเคฐ เคชाเคจी เคชเค•ाเคฏा เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•

เค—ुเคจเค—ुเคจाเคคा เคซिเคฐ เคฐเคนा เคฅा เคเค• เคซ़เฅ˜ीเคฐ
เคงूเคช เคฐเคนเคคी เคนै เคจ เคธाเคฏा เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•

เค•เคฒ เค…ँเคงेเคฐी เคฐाเคค เคฎें เคฎेเคฐी เคคเคฐเคน
เคเค• เคœुเค—เคจू เคœเค—เคฎเค—ाเคฏा เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•

–เคจเคตाเฅ› เคฆेเคตเคฌंเคฆी

Nawaaz Deobandi, Anjum Rehbar and Waseem Barelvi, Bulandshahar, 1990.

This is Quintessentially Dr. Nawaaz Deobandi's Shayari. It is recognizable instantly and remains with you เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•. It is so emotionally charged that it does not just pull at your heart strings that your eyes flood, but it wrenches your guts so viciously that you lose your appetite เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•. This เคฐเคฆीเฅž (refrain) of เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค• (till late) is so commonplace a phrase, yet in this Ghazal it weaves a magic carpet that lifts you up, flies you at breakneck speed through a desolate scenery and flings you right at the edge of a poignant precipice that leaves you gasping for breath เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•. The five Shers seem to paint five different scenarios but for me the common thread easily jumps out: hardship; be it hardship involving interactions, feelings, responsibility, livelihood, or just finding one’s place in this world. Among them, the third Sher is the pinnacle of showcasing the author’s command over his craft.

I can hardly keep my watering eyes open while I’m typing this (also the reason why I never “translated” this Ghazal even though I wrote about Dr. Nawaaz Deobandi as early as 2009!), but I do want to highlight the one word that punches my stomach so hard every time I read the third Sher: เคซिเคฐ (again). This Sher paints a very grim picture of a mother “cooking” water to “pacify” her hungry kids. Again! Those who haven’t understood this Sher yet or those who simply don’t understand Hindi, picture this: as the Sher is being read, the scene is being populated with characters (kids & a mother) and you hear – in the second line – the word “เคซिเคฐ” first (without much effect, as expected) and then the whole scene comes to life with the ultimate phrase comprising of four words “เคชाเคจी เคชเค•ाเคฏा เคฆेเคฐ เคคเค•” (cooked water till late) and Boom!, the aftershock of that single word “เคซिเคฐ” hits you so hard, you can hardly control your body’s reaction. That single word multiplies many-fold the effects of the rest of the words that have forced you to conjure up a world that should not exist, yet you know somewhere deep down, is part of the grim reality we live in!

Well, this is more than enough of taking apart a Sher and explaining its meaning and/or the author’s feelings. This seems like it should be a question (involving เคญाเคตाเคฐ्เคฅ or something similar) for Hindi exam in Class X. And I don’t think I would do a good job even then. So, I leave you to tackle another video of

Nawaaz Deobandi from 1994

Thursday, October 2, 2025

2-in-1 Holiday!

Today is the tenth day of Navratri (quite an oxymoron!). It is celebrated as Vijaya Dashami, among many other names. The core idea celebrated being the victory of good over evil.

Puja Pandal @ Kolkata

Today is also one of the Indian national holidays: Gandhi Jayanti. It is the celebration of birthday of Mahatma Gandhi. The core philosophy celebrated being that of non-violence. Quite a contrast between the cores of the two holidays!

Regardless, I think this is also the right post to share “Seven Blunders of the World”. This is a list of seven social sins, propounded by Frederick Lewis Donaldson and published / popularized by Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi:

  1. Wealth without Work
  2. Pleasure without Conscience
  3. Knowledge without Character
  4. Commerce without Morality
  5. Science without Humanity
  6. Religion without Sacrifice
  7. Politics without Principle

I do not have the philosophical depth to discuss any of these in any sort of detail on any platform, especially this blog. So I will let you ponder about them in your own time, or maybe dreams. For now, try listening to a “current” take on these blunders by a British comedian

Ahir Shah’s Seven Blunders of the World

Sunday, September 14, 2025

Untranslatable Shayari – I

Over the years, I have translated quite a few Shers on this blog. A few times I have even mentioned not being able to translate some. This post is among one of those times when it just seems impossible to capture the beauty, the clarity, the intent, the nuance, the simplicity, the truth, the wordplay of the original Sher.

Let us start with two Shers by Shabeena Adeeb:

เคฏเคนी เคฌाเคค เค–ु़เคฆ เคธเคฎเคเคจा, เคฏเคนी เคฌाเคค เค†เคฎ เค•เคฐเคจा
เคœो เค—ुเคฐूเคฐ เคฎें เคนो เคกूเคฌा เค‰เคธे เคฎเคค เคธเคฒाเคฎ เค•เคฐเคจा

เคฎैं เคฌเคธ เค‡เคคเคจा เคšाเคนเคคी เคนूँ เคฐเคนे เคšैเคจ เฅ›िंเคฆเค—ी เคฎें
เคจ เคฌเคนुเคค เค–ुเคถी เคฒुเคŸाเคจा เคจ เคธुเค•ूเคจ เคนเคฐाเคฎ เค•เคฐเคจा

เคถเคฌीเคจा เค…เคฆीเคฌ

The second Sher takes some time to understand and once you understand it, it takes even longer to come out of the depth it has plunged you into! Even more frustrating than that, is my brain’s refusal to translate its last line, so I think even transliterating this Sher into English just serves no point. Moving beyond my incompetence, a recital of these Shers by the poetess herself is linked above, but someone else “copied” her performance quite well! Witness it for yourself…

Shabeena Adeeb, 17th Tamsili Mushaira, Bhiwandi, 19 Jan 2019.

Moving on to another poet, let's read some Shers of a Ghazal by Dr. Nawaz Deobandi:

เคฆुเคจिเคฏा เค–เฅœी เคนो เคฐเคธ्เคคे เคฎें, เคซिเคฐ เคนเคฎเค•ो เค‡เคธเคธे เค•्เคฏा?
เคœเคฌ เคตो เคจเคนीं เคฆเคฐीเคšे เคฎें, เคซिเคฐ เคนเคฎเค•ो เค‡เคธเคธे เค•्เคฏा?

เคœो เคฆुःเค– เคฎें เค•ाเคฎ เค†เค เคจा เคธुเค– เคฎें เคถเคฐीเค• เคนो
เคฒเค—เคคा เคนो เค•ुเค› เคญी เคฐिเคธ्เคคे เคฎें, เคซिเคฐ เคนเคฎเค•ो เค‡เคธเคธे เค•्เคฏा?

เคœเคฌ เค†เคช เคนเฅ˜ เค•े เคธाเคฅ เค–เฅœे เคนी เคจเคนीं เคนुเค
เคนुเคœเคฐे เคฎें เคฅे เค•े เคฎुเคœเคฐे เคฎें, เคซिเคฐ เคนเคฎเค•ो เค‡เคธเคธे เค•्เคฏा?

–เคจเคตाเฅ› เคฆेเคตเคฌंเคฆी

These Shers again are in a class of their own. It is very much a tautology that it is hard to translate this Ghazal. Especially, the last Sher, where the two similar-sounding words – เคนुเคœเคฐे (prayer / meditation room) & เคฎुเคœเคฐे (music / dance performance) – are used so judiciously, so effectively, that it elevates the first line to a witty slogan filled with so much barb that a barbed fence could be constructed out of it! The second Sher feels like it says something common; one might even mistake it for the well-known idiom “a friend in need is a friend indeed”, but how wrong can one get! It not only elevates the common saying but surpasses it to make poetry by invoking not just the “need” but also “happiness”. This Sher demands a relation to work in both gloom and bliss! What a marvelous philosophy.

Technically, even trying to translate the Radif (refrain) gives me shivers. Could it be “What do I care?”. Anyway, the first Sher is simple in that sense compared to the other two, but I don’t think I want to translate it because it just feels weird in translation! See for yourself: “The world is in my way, what do I care?; When (s)he’s not at the window, what do I care?”. It remains beautiful in the original. Here is the first(?) recital of this Ghazal (along with many more)

Dr. Nawaz Deobandi, Lucknow, 4 March 2023

Monday, August 11, 2025

How long are 5 years?

They could be a blink of an eye, a lifetime, or a pure unadulterated hell! Regardless, today is the 5th anniversary of the death of Dr. Rahat Indori. I have written about his book and translated his Shers on this blog. It feels like it hasn’t been that long since I wrote of his demise but it it hard to believe it has already been 5 years! In his memory, I listen to him and try my hand at translating his Shers, as usual. Here is my effort this time (from 3 different Ghazals):

เคนเคฎเคธे เคชूเค›ो เค•ी เฅšเฅ›เคฒ เคฎांเค—เคคी เคนै เค•िเคคเคจा เคฒเคนू
เคธเคฌ เคธเคฎเคเคคे เคนैं เคฏे เคงंเคงा เคฌเฅœे เค†เคฐाเคฎ เค•ा เคนै!

Hamse puchho ki Ghazal maangti hai kitna lahu
Sab samajhte hain ye dhandha bade aaraam ka hai!

Ask me Ghazal requires how much blood
Everyone else thinks this is a cushy job!

เคช्เคฏाเคธ เค…เค—เคฐ เคฎेเคฐी เคฌुเคा เคฆे เคคो เคฎैं เคœाเคจूँ, เคตเคฐเคจा
เคคू เคธเคฎंเคฆเคฐ เคนै เคคो เคนोเค—ा เคฎेเคฐे เค•िเคธ เค•ाเคฎ เค•ा เคนै!

Pyaas agar meri bujha de to main jaaunun, warna
Tu samandar hai to hoga mere kis kaam ka hai!

If my thirst gets quenched, I’ll believe you, else
You may be an ocean, but are of no use to me!

เคนเคฎें เคคो เคธिเคฐ्เคซ เคœเค—ाเคจा เคนै เคธोเคจे เคตाเคฒों เค•ो
เคœो เคฆเคฐ เค–ुเคฒा เคนै เคตเคนाँ เคนเคฎ เคธเคฆा เคจเคนीं เคฆेंเค—े!

Hamein to sirf jagaana hai sone waalon ko
Jo dar khula hai wahan ham sada nahin denge!

I aim to awaken only those who are asleep
At the open doors I do not intend to call!

เคเค• เคนुเค•ूเคฎเคค เคนै เคœो เค‡เคจाเคฎ เคญी เคฆे เคธเค•เคคी เคนै
เคเค• เค•़เคฒंเคฆเคฐ เคนै เคœो เค‡ंเค•ाเคฐ เคญी เค•เคฐ เคธเค•เคคा เคนै!

Ek hukuumat hai jo inaam bhi de sakti hai
Ek qalandar hai jo inkaar bhi kar sakta hai!

An authority exists who can reward too
An ascetic exists who can refuse too!

“เคœाเค—เคคे เคฐเคนिเคฏे” เค•ी เค†เคตाเคœ เคฒเค—ाเคจे เคตाเคฒा
เคฒूเคŸเคจे เคตाเคฒों เค•ो เคนोเคถिเคฏाเคฐ เคญी เค•เคฐ เคธเค•เคคा เคนै!

“Jaagte Rahiye” ki aawaaj lagaane waala
Lootne waalon ko hoshiyaar bhi kar sakta hai!

The one who shouts “stay awake”
Can alert those who are looting too!

–เคฐाเคนเคค เค‡ंเคฆोเคฐी (Rahat Indori)

Rahat Indori

Recently, the season 2 of Sandman ended which had an overarching theme of death and its last special episode, specifically, deals with Death. She has many memorable lines. One of them is “Sooner or later, I see everyone.” (or a rephrased one: “I meet everyone. At the end, anyway!”) and another one is “You got what anybody gets. No more, no less… You got a lifetime!”.

On that note, I leave you with more of

Dr. Rahat Indori's Shayari

Thursday, July 31, 2025

Figuring Me Out!

People have tried figuring me out for ages, with varying degrees of success. The latest addition in such a pursuit is my daughter. For those who keep track of my posts, this post is basically the post hinted near the end of my previous post. So let’s get to it then.

On the father’s day of this year (I don’t feel like searching for the exact date, but it feels like it was a month or so ago), Sakura made a colourful postcard / greeting card for me. It had the expected “HAPPY FATHER'S DAY” written at the top:

HFD-Intro

Then a paragraph followed which was “dedicated” to her father, i.e., me. Once again, this was her own creation; her mother did not help with it (as stressed in the previous post linked above). It started with my name… well, let me not ruin it by “explaining” it. Here it is for your own reading pleasure (with a few corrections, as usual):

My father’s name is Dharmesh Jain.

I call him Dฮผ. Dฮผ is a physicist.

He solves a lot of maths and physics problems.

He knows how to cook milk and junk food.

He does not like kids that much.

But he has one. And I am writing it.

HFD-Paragraph

Well, what a twist there at the end! This paragraph was followed by some doodles, dedicated to various things I “like”:

HFD-Doodles

I think she swapped Maths & Physics there and I do not understand what Logic has got to do with an icecream! Maybe it is a puzzle she set for me and I am supposed to match the subjects with their correct doodles (then my answer is in the previous sentence!) because she knows I like puzzles and keep showing her videos from this channel. Anyway, if you have started thinking this postcard borders on being a poster instead, you may be right. Because there was one more thing after the doodles; and that was to indicate the end of it all:

HFD-Outro

I guess I will get back to my usual style of posts, by which I mean

Showcasing Shayari

Monday, July 14, 2025

Story from an Unexpected Source…

Since ideas for a post are hard to come by in this day and age, I instead want to share a story. An unusual story written by my daughter last week for her weekly “3H activity” class on Friday. On Thursday, my wife got an expected message detailing what the 3H activity class this week was about. The unexpected thing was this activity was first of its kind. The kids were supposed to write a story given the following picture prompt:

3H Activity

They were to draw and colour this picture and write a story about it in class but they could prepare at home, that’s why the advance “warning”. As soon as she saw this picture, my daughter got thinking and wrote some sort of a draft story in her rough notebook. She did not show that to me but next day after school, she showed me a colourful page with her drawing and her story.

The Pet

The story had the “usual” typographical and grammatical errors expected of a class 3 kid but the story made sense and incorporated all the elements of the picture. At first, I thought her mother had helped her with it, but NO!, it turned out to be her own idea, her own creation. It was a good story with a setup, some action, and a funny ending. I was quite impressed so I share it here with those trivial errors fixed for your reading pleasure.

The Pet

It was a sunny day. A girl was walking through a garden. She saw a caterpillar in the grass. She followed it. Then it disappeared. But it had left her in a place where a snake was sleeping. When the girl went near it, it woke up. It hissed loudly and angrily. The girl found a rattle and picked it up, then she made some sound with it. The snake calmed down. She took the snake and kept it on a bench. And she said, ‘stay here’ and the snake understood. She left it and bought a collar. She put it around the snake’s neck but not tightly so it would not get choked. She had the rattle with her, she put the rattle in his tail and the snake held it! The girl had a pet now. (She didn’t have any pet before.) The caterpillar came back again. This time the girl picked it up, the snake watching closely. The girl said, ‘You got me a pet!’. ‘I don’t have to pay for it, right?’, she giggled.

The End

Hope you had a good read. Enjoy the week and till next time when I share what she really thinks of me!

Snakes as Pets

Monday, June 23, 2025

Gone with the Wind…

…And it’s Back!

Those who follow my blog (that’s a number very close to 0!) must have been in shock for the last month or so. That is because there was no blog here to visit between 23rd May and 20th June (just a couple of days ago). The why is pretty simple: Blogger removed my blog due to alleged copyright infringement. The what and how, not so much, though! Blogger didn’t tell me what was the problem before or after the takedown and even post-reinstatement of the blog I’m none the wiser.

2025-05-23

In the meantime, I’d posted on Reddit and even the infamous website, Blogger Support Community in an attempt to figure out the steps for appealing this unjustifiable decision to remove my whole blog! Because as you can see in the screenshot above, no such information is given in the email, which Google Blogger is liable to do according to their own policy statement! But all that was to no avail. After that, I asked Copilot what I could do and it gave me one relevant bit of information: the actual link to the counter-notice page. I submitted the counter-notice to the above takedown notice and without any lag (or so it seemed), I received a reply that no action has been taken to take down my blog in response to a copyright removal request. That reply even suggested my blog could be offline due to “policy violations”, which if you read the above email message, doesn’t seem at all to be the case! Anyway, I was back to square one and trying to find the correct page at Google to appeal the “policy violation” was a wild goose chase, because I’m pretty sure such a page does not exist.

This was the status of my effort till last weekend in trying to understand why/how my blog went dark. Then at the start of this weekend, out of the blue, I noticed my blog was back online. No explanations whatsoever!

All’s well that ends well…

Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Happy 7th…

For years, visiting Prani, the Pet Sanctuary, had been on my wish list – a dreamy escape I yearned for but never quite managed to act on. Every time I thought of making the journey, some excuse or another would crop up. The foremost deterrent, as anyone in Bangalore might sympathize with, was the sheer distance. Located on Kanakapura Road, Prani is a good 50 kilometers from our home – a journey that demands both time and determination. But this time, the stars aligned. Sakura’s birthday fell on a weekday, and with a planned day off from work, the perfect opportunity arose. Little did I know just how remarkable this trip would turn out to be. Some adventures don't just meet your expectations – they exceed them, leaving you marveling at life’s unpredictability.

Right from the start, the day had its own unique rhythm. For the first time, I found myself using my phone to capture memories on video far more than taking pictures – uncharacteristic for me, as I’m not a typical “video person”. Yet, something about this trip compelled me to document it, preserving its magic in motion.

The Journey Begins

Booking tickets for Prani is a straightforward online process, though payments are to be made in person at the counter. We’d booked the earliest slot (9 AM) hoping for a head start to the day. However, in a delightful nod to our ever-impeccable planning, we arrived closer to 9:30. To our relief, the person at the counter didn’t seem too concerned about our late arrival; after all, it wasn’t a bustling day. In fact, the sanctuary was unusually quiet, and for a glorious hour, it felt as though we had the entire place to ourselves.

As we embarked on our journey through the sanctuary, our guide, Uday, became an invaluable companion. Over the next 1.5–2 hours, he led us through six distinct sections, each offering its own wonders and stories. The sanctuary is thoughtfully designed, and even as we reveled in its charm, Uday shared that new sections, including another aviary, were under development – yet another reason to return someday.

Map of Prani

1. Rodents: Breaking Fears, Building Connections

We began in the Rodents section, where we met an array of small, scurrying creatures: rats, mice, hamsters, and hedgehogs. At first, we hesitated (let’s say “I”), reluctant to interact with them. But Uday, with a calm and understanding approach, reminded us not to project our fears onto the children. Encouraged by his words, we put on a brave face and slowly found ourselves enjoying the company of these tiny beings.

Uday shared the sanctuary’s philosophy: every animal, bird, or insect here has been rescued, adopted, or responsibly sourced. Significant time and effort go into domesticating them, ensuring they are kept clean, well-fed, and able to thrive in an environment that mirrors their natural habitats.

Uday holding a mice

2. Iguanas & Large Animals: Grace in Strength

The next section introduced us to iguanas – majestic creatures with personalities as colorful as their scales. We learned to distinguish between males and females by their hues, with males exhibiting vibrant orange tones while females displayed bluish-gray shades. Holding an iguana, feeling its weight and its slow, deliberate movements, was a surreal experience. Watching them stick out their tongues added a playful touch to our interaction.

Nearby, we met a horse and two ponies, each with their own quirks and stories. Gabbar, one of the ponies, stood out with his moody demeanor. We fed them hay, marveling at their sheer strength. Horses can weigh up to 600 kilograms, while ponies are lighter at 150–250 kilograms. Uday taught us the proper way to stroke them – long, sweeping motions along their backs – a simple yet profound way to connect with these gentle giants.

Iguana moving on a tree bark

3. Goats, Turtles & Marvelous Archer Fishes

This section was lively, with goats eager to escape their enclosure at the slightest chance. They showcased a variety of horn shapes and colors, each one unique. Feeding them was a joyous experience, their eagerness making us laugh.

We also met turtles and terrapins, basking lazily in the sun. Uday clarified the differences between them. Tortoises are exclusively land-dwellers, turtles are aquatic, and terrapins are semi-aquatic, living both on land and in freshwater. While turtles enjoy longevity with lifespans of up to 150 years, the terrapins, with their average lifespan of 40 years, seemed content in their sunny retreat.

A true highlight was witnessing the Archer fishes in action. With their extraordinary ability to shoot jets of water to knock down their prey, these fish left us awestruck. Watching them target insects with such precision (even managing a few splashes on us) was a vivid reminder of nature’s endless ingenuity.

Well-behaved goats

4. Rabbits & Aquatic Wonders

The rabbits were a bundle of cuteness and anxiety, their tiny bodies trembling with nervous energy. Uday explained their rapid heart rates, which soar even higher under stress. Gently rubbing their backs, we tried to soothe them, though it was hard to tell if our efforts succeeded.

The aquarium offered a vibrant display of aquatic life, from small, colorful fish to larger species and even axolotls. We observed insect lifecycles and learned about how some insects are farmed to feed other animals. Outside the aquarium, we met a white cockatoo and a python, both captivating in their own ways. The python’s curling movements were mesmerizing, while a nearby parrot, recovering from the trauma of being abandoned, added a poignant touch to the experience.

Nervous rabbit

5. Donkeys, Sheep & Emus: Nature’s Personalities

The donkeys, often misunderstood, revealed their intelligence and loyalty. One of the females, a mother, stood out for her nurturing demeanor. Feeding them hay was a delight, their eagerness to connect added warmth to the encounter.

The sheep, like the goats, displayed a range of personalities. One particularly shy sheep hung back while the others eagerly ate from our hands. Meanwhile, the emus surprised us with their unique parenting dynamics: fathers take on the responsibility of guarding eggs and raising chicks, a fascinating role reversal in the animal kingdom.

Sakura with a sheep

6. Aviary: A Symphony of Wings

The aviary section buzzed with life, housing around 150 cockatoos and quails. As Uday handed out seeds, the cockatoos swooped down, some landing on our shoulders, others on our palms. Their cleverness was evident as they discarded seed husks, consuming only the kernels. One cheeky cockatoo even took an interest in my earrings, tickling my neck and leaving me in fits of laughter.

2 cockatoos on 2 shoulders

Reflections on a Magical Day

As the tour concluded, we found ourselves reluctant to leave. Washing our hands and heading back to the car, we carried with us not just memories, but a deep sense of connection to the natural world. Prani, with its unique charm and the gentle wisdom of guides like Uday, had given us an experience that is truly unforgettable. We’re already counting the days until our next visit.

Happy 7th to dearest Sakura!