We can’t quit… until we begin!

Music Credit: Ponticello; My video: Animoto

Locations: Mahabaleshwar, Panchgani

Dang tribal district

Here are glimpses of the lush greens of Gujarat, just following the rains. Tall bamboo and heavy teak grace the Dang (pronounced: Daang) forest. One favorite spot for the locals is Gira Falls.

S…lush

After watching this 30-sec video that animoto helped me put together, if you’re interested, visit Dang on Wikipedia.

But with so little relevant information in a quick search about this region, the following not-so-old news item amazed me:

“Ahwa, in Dang district, is first to have postal rail reservation”

Posted online: Monday, October 08, 2007 at 0042 hrs IST

Mumbai: The remote Ahwa post office in Gujarat’s Dang district has become the first in the country to provide computerised passenger reservation system (PRS) for booking train tickets. The first ‘India Post PRS Centre’ was inaugurated recently at the Ahwa post office, which is 32 km away from Waghai, the nearest railway station.

Dang is largely a forest area with a considerable tribal populace. The building and the operational staff for the PRS at the post office will be provided by the department of post while the Railways will bear the cost of the hardware and communication equipment, sources said. The Railway authorities expect that at least 20 to 25 PRS tickets to be sold daily at the Ahwa PRS.

PTI

Source: The Financial Express

Video track: El Cuarto De Tula by Ocasion (The single ‘s’ is no mistake on my part.)

Mythical… Logical… Ornithological

It’s neither my profession, nor hobby… however, I know a few people for whom it’s either one or the other. They study birds, their habitat, their mating habits, their migratory patterns, even their distinctive bird calls… how fascinating for them it must be.

Recently, a leading newspaper carried an article about how “intelligent” birds actually are. It may no longer be appropriate to refer to a “less-than-Einstein” homo sapiens species as “bird-brained”… you could be accused of insulting the entire genus of “birds”. It seems that even in a bygone era, there must have been some basis for believing in the ability of bird brains.

Readers, if you’re interested, check out “Garuda“… the mythical king of birds… an eagle with a human body… so you know I’m just arriving at a logical conclusion.

Patent Peeves

Recently, a strange thought occurred to me that patenting and fencing could be used in tandem in the context of plant patenting…

“Trading of patented material is unlawful and is strictly forbidden”: in simple words, vegetative propagation prohibited.

The dictionary meaning of “fencing”, on the other hand, is “a means of protection”, “a barrier made of posts and wire or boards”, “to ward off”, “to keep in or out with a fence”; in effect a means of defense.

Pray, how does a vegetative plant stop propagating? Would fencing work towards prevention of plant propagation? Build a barrier to prevent escape or intrusion… would that work, I doubt it. Fencing is synonymous with patenting… stretching it too far?

One can protect one’s property from the world at large trespassing on it, but how does one enforce patent protection for a plant type a horticulturist came up with?! This also seems in some ways a case of the “exclusion” culture, reminiscent of “close clubs”. In an era where on one hand, the world’s getting smaller, individuals, groups and nations are creating new barriers to separate the haves from the have-nots. Practitioners of law are having a field day and laughing all the way to the bank.

Green fingers, have something to say on this?

New England, New Hampshire or Scotland… a fall here is irresistible.

In New England it’s fall, in Scotland the season is referred to as autumn… how does that matter? One October I went to Inverness, ostensibly in search of characters I recalled from Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Instead, I ended up searching for Nessie, the legendary monster laying dormant in Loch Ness! Having never experienced “fall”, I was fascinated by the vivid range of colors. Last fall I was in New Hampshire and in New England. The brilliance of colors during this season and the ambient natural beauty are no secret. We arrived by late evening at the house of some remotely connected relatives. They were kind enough to put us up for the night. We awoke next morning to a view that was simply a feast to our tired eyes. I just stood on the deck of this rustic house looking far out; they had to call out several times before I finally joined them for a sumptuous breakfast. Rude, one might think, but I was in awe of the charm of the surroundings. Didn’t have a camera, just borrowed a digital; it’s such a shame I have no memento. All I have are vivid images stocked away in my head as memories.