Makhna and I

by Meethil on October 23, 2011

Elephant splashing water

A huge Makhna emerges from the ele­phant grass on to the road. My dri­ver, Nadeem, imme­di­ately stops the vehi­cle and turns off the engine. Before Zakhir Hus­sain, the guide, can raise his hand to warn me to be still, I have frozen. I was in the process of unwrap­ping my cam­era from its dust jacket, when my eyes caught the wet marks on his tem­ple. He was in musth. He was dan­ger­ous. He had stopped in the mid­dle of the road less than 45 feet from me.

He wavers for exactly three sec­onds before he makes up his mind. He starts to walk towards us. As the Makhna comes closer, Zakhir looks at Nadeem with sheer dis­be­lief in his eyes. I keep my mouth shut. Nadeem starts the engine, and reverses the vehicle.

The Makhna picks up speed – first a pace, then two, and then more. The road is nar­row and wind­ing, with ele­phant grass on one side, and a mud bank on the other. The way Nadeem avoids the mud bank tells me he is scared of us get­ting stuck. Zakhir half-stands in the front seat, look­ing for any move­ment in the tall ele­phant grass, he is afraid we will run into more ele­phants. I can­not get my eyes off the Makhna clos­ing in on me. At that moment, no one can say for sure how this will turn out.

After set­ting us back by about a hun­dred metres, the Makhna sud­denly stops. Nadeem slows the vehi­cle to a halt some dis­tance away, but doesn’t turn off the igni­tion. The Makhna stops and looks at us for two sec­onds. Then in a flash he takes three quick steps towards us, trum­pet­ing and shak­ing his head wildly. All three of us jump out of our skin. Cer­tain the chase has resumed, Nadeem turns back to begin revers­ing. Just before the vehi­cle moves, Zakhir’s hands find Nadeem’s on the steer­ing wheel and he taps his fin­gers — a stop sign. Nadeem turns to see the Makhna has stopped. My eyes are glued on the Makhna, while I reg­is­ter Zakhir and Nadeem from the cor­ner of my eye.

The Makhna gives up on us and leaves the road, headed in the direc­tion he orig­i­nally wanted to take — towards the stream. Given a choice between three dusty humans and water — he has cho­sen the lat­ter.
It was the April of 2010, in the Jim Cor­bett National Park. Dur­ing the ten March days I had spent in Band­hav­garh Tiger Reserve, I felt the sum­mer sun shine hot­ter than expected for that time of the year. Sum­mer is going to be early this year, I thought to myself.

Sum­mer is a good time to observe and pho­to­graph ele­phant herds in Cor­bett. Dur­ing sum­mer, ele­phants move into Cor­bett from Rajaji National Park and other neigh­bour­ing ele­phant cor­ri­dors. By mid-May, one can usu­ally see a num­ber of large ele­phant herds. With so much choice around and the north Indian sum­mer sun evap­o­rat­ing all other thoughts, its dif­fi­cult for the males not to think of sex. So nat­u­rally sum­mer also hap­pens to be their mat­ing sea­son. Des­per­ate makhnas are more hot-headed than tuskers but often lose a bout against an equal-sized tusker and are chased away.

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