21 March 2006
What I saw was a blur, I was in tears.
I am in a boat and it is rocking. New camera with 420mm Leica lens. I cannot go near the week old spoonbill chicks, its illegal. I saw the chicks through the lens, I stood up gently, what I saw was overwhelming, The boatman Lokesh saw my tears rolling down, he said in a sign language that he can take me a bit closer. I said no need in sign language, I didn't want to disturb them. Taking pictures of them lost its priority.
My mind was racing towards something completely unconnected.
What do these fragile and delicate chicks know ? Do they know that there's a war going on ? Perhaps the spoonbill mom would have seen bombs being shelled on different places. Just one bomb destroys so much of plant and animal life. Agent orange which was dumped in Viet Nam, after 35 years still has the damaging effects on plant animal and human life. I visualised these fragile chicks in a nest in Hiroshima screaming for food, the next second they are charred to death. People plants trees animals birds all burnt in a matter of seconds in Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Just visualise these delicate chicks completely charred and blown to bits. Who will have the heart to even think of it ? But it happens and it has happened and will continue to happen.
The current nuclear weapon stock pile can destroy this planet sixteen times over. Believe me, the politicians who cannot sleep without weapons of mass destruction are not civilised people. When they do not think of human life will they think of these little chicks ?