Deoghar On Motorcycle

Somewhere near Jamtara

Today is Monday 14th March, 2022. I am just back from a motorcycling trip to Deoghar. I went alone, taking advantage of the weekend when Monisha and Mampu went to Delhi for Mampu to join her university. 

The trip happened without any major incident worth writing about. But it's worth keeping a record of the experience for posterity or for others who might be interested to go there. 

I have been to Deoghar several times by road (either by bus or in my car). Every time I took the same route - via Bolpur, Suri, Massanjore and Dumka. This time also I went up the same route but took smaller variations within the overall route. And I came back via a totally different route, which is via Jamtara, Mihijam (Chittaranjan), Asansol and then the usual straight 4-lane highway. This used to be the old traditional route to go to Deoghar by road which I had never taken so far. 

The decision to experiment with the routes had mixed results that I will describe here.

On Saturday I started from the house at around 7:40 am. This is a little later than my usual time to start a long self-drive journey. But then I was alone at home and I was not feeling 100 per cent confident to go. I made my own breakfast of a pair of sunny side up which turned out to be perfect. Then finally, after some mental tug of war, I picked up the courage and went out. I have never gone so far in life with my motorcycle. My farthest till then was Santiniketan and Katwa a few times. Although I once did an up and down day trip to Santiniketan on the same day I do not think much of those rides. 

For the journey I chose to wear a pair of corduroy pants and a full sleeve corduroy shirt. This was to protect the body from the sun and dust. And the corduroy trousers is very comfortable for me. I carried very little stuff for the trip. Just enough to fill in my small red Deuter bag. And I took my waist pouch also. These were all kept ready the previous night.

Had breakfast at Shaktigarh with an omelette on toast for Rs 40. This is available in the small carts next to the lengcha shops. After Burdwan I took the Guskara/Bhedia road. When I first took this road with Chenku it used to be a dirt road with a fair weather bridge over Ajay. Now it's a proper asphalt road. 

At Kayrapur, which is after the level crossing, I stopped for the delightful ledikenis from a shop that I have eaten from before. Truth be told, one after the other I finished 5 of them for Rs 25. The shopkeeper was very keen that I taste his rosogollas but I promised that I would take them on my return trip. 

I was in two minds about the route to take from Bolpur to Suri. Via Ilambazaar or via Sriniketan? While the one via Ilambazaar was a little detour it's a wide road. The one through Sriniketan, albeit shorter, is narrow with innumerable bumps and goes through tight villages. 

The Kayrapur shop keeper told me I should take the Ilambazaar route and instead of going to Bolpur and turn left I should turn left from Guskara and come out at 11 Mile and then turn right towards Ilambazaar. 

This turned out to be a totally wrong advice. Basically he (and there was another old man eating kochuris who shared the same opinion in a very knowledgeable way) knows nothing about roads to take when one is self driving. They also do not have geographical idea of where exactly these places are relative to each other. I don't think they have ever seen a road map of the area. Their knowledge is based on bus rides and hearsay. This old man said Suri was closer via Ilambazaar than via Sriniketan, which is geographically totally wrong.

I had thought I would take the left turn after Ajay bridge and reach Ilambazaar through the forest after Kamarpara where Suvomoy has the house or Bana Lakshmi etc. The Guskara route appealed to me because it would be something new to explore. 

This was a major mistake. The road is in terrible shape. It crosses the very crowded Guskara station and the level crossing was down, leading to a mile long queue of vehicles perhaps. Next comes Aushgram, whose name I had heard several times before but never been through that area. The road goes through patches of beautiful sal forests but speed was very very slow due to the pathetic state of the road. Going via Kamarpara wouldn't have saved me on distance perhaps but the better surface of the road would've meant quicker journey time and I wouldn't feel so tired. 

The route from Guskara to Massanjore via 11 Mile, Siuri, Amjora Bridge

Anyway, I am fine with such experiments that do not always go right in life. We learn a lot of things through these failed experiments. No experiment in that sense is a failure.  

After 11 Mile the old ADB Road is still in fine shape. One by one I crossed Ilambazaar and Dubrajpur and was heading towards Suri. Here I started feeling a little sleepy. The road is flat and featureless. But when one is on a motorcycle there is no way one could take a short nap unless one found a shady large tree. I found no such thing. Stopped for a while. Drank water and then restarted. The sleepy feeling didn't go for a long time. I was thinking about the various dreadful accidents I know of that happened because the rider/driver had dozed off.

Presently I entered Suri. One has to cross a level crossing here. Some distance after that one turns left towards Massanjore. I remember the landmark for this turn as a building that had a huge football on its roof top. One could see it from a long distance. I asked an e-rickshaw driver about the route to Massanjore, that is, from where to turn left. He said why not take this new route via Amjora bridge? There is this new bridge over Mayurakshi and it cuts the distance substantially. I asked him is the road good? He said yes. The traditional route, he said, is at least 10 Km more.

I thought I would trust him and took this new route. In the excitement my sleepiness went away. It turned out to be a fine road. Desolate and narrow but that's fine. Finally the Amjora bridge came. It indeed is a spanking new bridge over the beautiful Mayurakshi. On the other side is Ranishwar which is on the old road that I wanted to take initially. I stopped here for buying water. Next came the beautiful Massanjore dam. 

One could enjoy the lake and its beautiful surroundings with hills and forests all the more because the road was absolutely billiard top. I wish I had taken a video of this road but I was getting slightly worried because it was getting late. I think it was already well past 2 pm. I spotted a "Mayurakshi Resort" here in White and Blue indicating it is possibly owned by the West Bengal government (google says no it is not). Have to explore it.

The road from Massanjore to Dumka is very nice through a forest and gentle undulations, as is the feature of roads in Chhotonagpur Plateau. I was very pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness of Dumka town when I entered it at around 3 pm. I remember a few very busy crossings from my previous drives through the town but this time Dumka presented herself as a beautiful little town with clean roads and no jam. Perhaps it has some dynamic District Magistrate eager to change things.

At Dumka

I stopped for a tea at a road side stall. It was a such a nice cup of tea, served in an earthen cup with a coarse texture which is a specialty of this area (possibly because of the high sand content in their local soil as opposed to our smooth soil of Bengal) that I took one more cup. 

Now I am on the last leg of my journey. Next stop is Deoghar via Basukinath. This turned out to be the worst road of the entire journey. It just does not exist. I mean the road. Just big loose stone chips on grey dust. And since it's a busy road the other vehicles in front are raising a huge cloud of dust through which one has to go. Thankfully from Basukinath the road improved and I reached Deoghar Tower at 5:44. Sunset was at 5:47 as per my new watch.

I could not recognise the Deoghar I entered. I had to ask the route to the Tower several times. This is unthinkable for me. But finally I reached and parked the bike in front of Hotel Yatrik. I was quite tired but relieved that the journey was over. I wanted to take a shower immediately. They said they have no room. It's all full !!!

I set off on foot to look for another hotel on the Station Road. Hotel Raj next to Ray & Company looked decent and they offered me an AC room for Rs 1600. I promptly checked in. No warm shower but that's fine. 

I had a plate of Paneer Pakoda and tea. The pakoda was very well made. After shower I went out on foot towards the temple. I am not a religious person. But I have some special pull towards the Deoghar Baidyanath Dham and the Kalighat temple. Perhaps it is to do with childhood memories and nostalgia. The stretch of road from the Tower to the entry point of the bazaar (where Gauranga Mistanna Bhandar used to be) has the look and feel of Benares's stretch of Gaudhulia to Dasaswamedh Ghat. I could recognise a few old shops like Hotel Neelkamal or Bata but many of the old shops are missing now. We had a small shop for buying stuff like biscuits or toothpaste etc that we call stationery shop run by a Bengali. He also used to keep the day's newspaper. That one has folded up. Gauranga is gone too. 

Tilkut was still being made on the street. This is a very old traditional crispy found in this part of the world. They make it with ram dana which is a corn. On the return journey from the temple I bought one for Rs 15. Very old nostalgic taste. 

What irked me the most about this walk through the heritage corridor of Deoghar was the sheer volume of the crowd and motorcycles in every nook and cranny of the town, not to speak of the cacophony they made. I realised that the cycle-rickshaw and tongas are missing, replaced largely by handmade and crude e-rickshaws. I asked an e-rickshaw driver. He said, you might still find a few old rickshaw pullers. Who wants to ride those slow vehicles?  

I walked on till the temple. The shops that sold skillets and other cast iron utensils from where my mother always bought something or the other every year are still there. But the stuff they sell have become more glitzy. The glass bangle shops are all still there. But the small shop that used to sell wooden toys (possibly from Bhelupur) for children is gone.

Our old peda shop is still there. The old owner (he used to be Kochika's classmate) is a photograph on the wall. That the new owner is his son does not need to be told. He looks more or less an exact replica of his father.  

The old beggar sitting under the arch of an old building looking after the sandals of people entering the temple is still there. I left my sandals in her care. I was not prepared for the change I saw inside the temple complex. People were sitting on the floor of the courtyard almost all around the temple. They were watching the goings on inside the temple on giant screens put up on the temple's main spire. Someone was chanting mantras over a loudspeaker and once in a while every one was shouting "har har mahadev" and raising their hands in the sky. Some were taking photographs of the giant screen with their mobile. It was plain disgusting. 

I had planned to go to the Nilkanth temple to see our family panda - Jatadhari Gajanan (he is long dead but his clan is still there) - but it seemed impossible to get there through that crowd of audience. I rang the huge bell a couple of times and decided to call it a day. I saw a huge queue of people who wanted to enter the temple's sanctum sanctorum. They were in a cage of sorts, to maintain queue discipline.  I cannot imagine going through this to see an idol. I came back defeated and disappointed by these changes. Deoghar temple was never a quiet little place. It always teemed with people. But this was shocking.

I had wanted to go to the temple the next morning but somehow I could not motivate myself to go there any more. Instead around noon, I walked to Naulakha Mandir. This was another annual pilgrimage we used to make in our childhood. After a 2.5 Km walk I found the Balananda Ashram was closed. I was told that it is closed since Covid broke. I walked further for the temple. I couldn't see it. I asked someone. He showed me a side lane. The front gate was closed and entry now is through the back door. It was closed in any case. It would open at 2 pm, they said. I got a clearer view of the Naulakha temple now. It looked shabby with black fungal growth on the temple's top spires. It looks terrible now. Like an old abandoned lady who has seen prosperous days in her youth but is now struggling to make ends meet. I really felt sad by what I saw. 

This used to be a sparkling clean and quiet temple with a lot of grace and peaceful surroundings in a beautiful garden. Adjoining it was the Balananda Ashram. Both were closed for me. I traced my footsteps back to the hotel.

There was an old stately building in front that was lying vacant. I remember this building. It belonged to some Bengali but now obviously no one lives there. Took a few photographs only for memory's sake.

The Deoghar that I saw had no resemblance whatsoever with the Deoghar of my childhood. I do not expect it either. But the kind of changes that have happened are all for the worse and shocking for me. In the evening Babu-da and I had a telephone chat over these issues. He is probably the last Bengali who still maintains his house from Calcutta. He said that was possible only because he had a roaring practice in the High Court. A frank and honest confession. He still donates money to the Bengali library near the station. I think RN Bose Memorial Library. 

I came back on the morning of Monday, starting at around 7.30 am after a small breakfast of two boiled eggs and a few slices of breads. The hotel's kitchen had still not become fully functional. I had taken two boiled eggs for the road the previous night. In the morning I filled up the tank with 9 litres of petrol from the pump opposite to the Bengali library. I had a small fear about pulling the bike up the basement parking lot but I cleared the slope without any problem whatsoever. Going down was more challenging. One small tip for such steep slopes. Never use the front brake while going down. Try not to use any brake at all while going down. If at all, use very light brake on the rear wheel only. 

Return via Jamtara and Asansol

On the return journey I went towards Sarath. This is past the Naulakha temple along a well maintained road. There is even an airport on this road now. But here one can see those vast patches of nothingness up to the line where the sky meets the earth. This is not so easily seen these days any more. From Sarath one goes straight towards Chitra. The road from Sarath is narrow and not in the best state of repair. But I didn't mind. It's not as bad as the Dumka Deoghar Road or the Aushgram one. After Chitra one goes towards Dehri Chowk and turns right. From here the road is nice and reaches Jamtara soon.

This route avoids going through Madhupur or Karmatar, which used to be the old motorable route to Deoghar. 

I was curious about Jamtara, having heard so much about its reputation as the phishing capital of the country. I expected to see some evidence of it in the form of large buildings and affluent looking youth. I found nothing of that sort. Just another pretty little Jharkhandi town. I went past it through Mihijam and hit the highway soon. This place used to be sleepy a few years ago and called Chowringhee Morh but now has a huge flyover. If you go straight you reach Niyamatpur. 

I turned left and continued through Raniganj, Panagarh, Galsi, Burdwan etc to reach home at around 3.30 pm - a total of about eight hours, as opposed to the ten hours it took while going. 

On the way I had only a tea near Jamtara with a jilipi. Both were terrible. Near Dankuni I had another tea and finished off the two boiled eggs I had brought from the hotel. I didn't stop anywhere on the way because there was just no shade anywhere. I had meant to stop at the Nag Hotel in Panagarh but then later realised that there is a flyover over there and unless one enters the town one cannot go there any more. 

With a heavy heart, I must admit that this was probably my last visit to Deoghar. The Deoghar I knew does not exist any more.

 Let me write down the basic distances 

Starting Point (Home) - 3716 Km

Deoghar Tower (Destination) - 4076 Km

Final Destination - 4408 Km

Distance via Massanjore/Dumka - 360 Km

Distance via Jamtara - 332 Km 

Total Distance - 692 Km 

Birding In Rajasthan

Kahi dur jab, din dhal jaaye. Sunset at Bharatpur.

March 2, 2022: Recently I had a short and quick 5-day trip to Rajasthan with Suranjan and Arijit. It was a very fruitful trip in terms of wildlife sightings, in company of two of the most wonderful friends I have. In those four days (one day spent in travel to Jaipur) we saw everything we wanted to see. Pelicans and a python in Bharatpur, Indian skimmers, black bellied terns, gharials in Chambal near Dhaulpur (locally pronounced as Dholepur) and even a wild hare in Bharatpur at night. In Jhalana, which is right inside Jaipur city, I had my life’s first leopard sighting in the wild. It was a mating pair. They were copulating when we arrived there. I couldn’t expect anything more from one such short trip.

On the non-birding front, I had some of the most delightful jilipis in the world at a snack shop in Jaipur. Will have to find out the location and name from Arijit for future trips. It was from out of the world.

The Journey – On Wednesday, 16^th February, 2022, I took a taxi to AMRI to hitch a ride in Suranjan’s car to the airport. He is a chest physician in that hospital (in case you do not know). His driver drove us to the airport, while Suranjan polished off three cigarettes. I was a little apprehensive about the airport protocols during these pandemic times. However, I found no one checked any of our vaccine certificates or any declaration form etc. We breezed through security without any incident except that Suranjan briefly lost his made in Denmark watch. It was retrieved from the security area after some 10/15 minutes of frantic search by the CISF security personnel. They even scanned his bag to see if it got lodged in some corner. Turned out it had slipped off the tray while being loaded on the rollers.

Anyway, these are small roadblocks when one is travelling with Suranjan. He is known to have left his camera bag in taxi (which he got back), stamped boarding pass at security point etc.

Ready for the trip

The flight took off in good time and we arrived at Jaipur with plenty of day light left. Arijit was waiting at the airport and we reached his home in about ten minutes. At Jaipur airport they checked our vaccine certificate when we were about to come out of the airport.

Arijit’s house is in a complex of small exclusive houses for other senior forest officials. Arijit, an IFS officer, incidentally is a big boss in the forest department of the state. I do not know his exact designation but we get VIP treatment whenever we travel with him. Once in Tal Chhapar the local DFO came driving some 200 kms in his beacon fitted jeep just to say hello to him. So he must be pretty high up. But he is one of the most unassuming  and affable government officials I have ever known. An officer and a friendly gentleman of the first order. From the state's chief minister to the forest guard every one seems to like him.

Suranjan at Jaipur

His house in Jaipur overlooks a lovely large lawn with wild bushes behind. It’s a common lawn cum garden for all the occupants of all the buildings in that complex. It attracts plenty of birds including some pea fowls near the water tank kept in the garden. The other residents gather at the lawn in the morning to watch birds and have their morning cuppa. Arijit’s Man Friday is a young guy called Ravi. He is from Dausa, which is nearby on the way to Bharatpur/Agra. He cooked for us and gave us tea etc. A very nice, quiet and efficient boy with a slightly effeminate voice.

In the night, after unsuccessfully trying to sleep next to a mildly snoring Suranjan, I discovered another empty room in the house with a cot and mattress where I slept alone peacefully. Arijit has three such rooms and a large living area where we ate. He has an aquarium in every single room. The main one in the living room is very well planted, mostly with crypts.

Bharatpur - Next morning, we left for Bharatpur in a white Mercedez SUV. It belongs to one of Ariit’s friends. The bearded driver was Vijay, yet another soft spoken and courteous Rajasthani. We took breakfast somewhere on the way after Lalsot. Alu Paratha with raita, achar and butter. The tea after this was terrible. The tea leaves in question were perhaps factory sweepings. The old waiter was extremely perplexed to know that we neither wanted milk nor sugar nor any ginger or lemon or anything in our tea. He even asked incredulously "what is the meaning of such a tea, sir?"

We reached Bharatpur’s Shanti Kutir in good time for lunch. There is nothing much to write about the Jaipur-Bharatpur road. I have driven on it a few times. It's a four laned road that ultimately goes to Agra via Fatehpur.

Three of us at Bharatpur

Soon enough we saw some pelicans (both rosy and Dalmatian) and all that Bharatpur is famous for. I noticed that the spoon billed storks were conspicuous by their absence (later we saw just two of them). But we saw a family of Saras cranes. The parents and a little one. Not so little any more though but its head was still brown. We also saw a huge wild boar that looked menacingly at us.

Aptly named Shanti Kutir

I have been to Bharatpur two times in the past and on both the occasions we took the famous Saradarji rickshaw (Bharatpur has some 30 rickshaw pullers cum guides who are all sardars, possibly second generation Pakistani refugees). After this 2022 Gypsy safari with Arijit, I realised that on a rickshaw one does not get to see even ten per cent of Bharatpur. If you are not a forest department guest with access to a Gypsy, your best bet is hiring a bicycle and travel on your own, as many serious birders were doing. The rickshaw is for the casual visitor only.

That evening a friend of Arijit came down from Dehradun. Anoop Singh. Another IFS and Arijit’s batchmate but he is now the Director General of Forest Survey of India. He is a chemical engineer from Roorkie. We had a small adda session in the evening in Suranjan’s room where the local Bharatpur DFO (not of the park but of the district outside the park) came to say hello. The park DFO was travelling outstation. So he did not come.

Abhimanyu who is the district DFO is a young man who did his MSc in applied mathematics from Roorkee. He very politely refused to join us for the drinks on the ground that his parents in law were visiting him. Anoop tried to pull his leg for this, but he was steadfast in his decision.

Chambal near Dholepur

Dholepur, Chambal : Next morning the four of us – Arijit, Anoop, Suranjan and I went to Dholepur which is on the bank of Chambal river. Our agenda is to see the famous Indian skimmers and the Gharial. Although the skimmers can be seen in a few other places, for Gharials this is the only place in the world.

The road from Bharatpur was very nice through sparsely populated villages. The landscape is rather flat and green. We made a small mistake and went through Dholepur  town, which is not really necessary. The town has a palace that has been restored recently and is rented out at super premium rates. Vasundhara Raje was married (now divorced) to the king of Dholepur and her son manages the place. In case you do not know, she is part of the Scindia family and has been the BJP chief minister of Rajasthan for two terms.

The forest range officer of Dholepur was waiting for us by the side of the highway in front of his office which is basically a check-post on the highway. Just before the new bridge over Chambal river we turned right and went down towards the ghat where speed boats were waiting for us. The straight road crosses the river to go to Morena in MP from where one can go to Gwalior. In fact Chambal is the border between MP and Rajasthan. 

The two sides of Chambal were once the dreaded lands of dacoits. The small towns of Bhind, Morena, Ettawah (in UP) are etched in my memory as datelines of all the dacoit oriented news reports we used to read in the 80s. The dacoits are long gone but some of the local people still sport those dacoit-like moustaches. We saw a few of them.   

The river looks rather tranquil here with a big arc towards the right. In fact if you google for Chambal this is one of the shots that you get to see. There are a few sand spits in the middle of the river. Two boats were waiting at the sand bank. The river flows from right to left. There are two bridges on our left-hand side. The older bridge is abandoned now. There was a forest department tent. I don’t know if they pitched it for Arijit’s arrival.

We boarded a small open boat with a Yamaha engine and a canvas canopy on top. The sun can be very strong here despite the weather being quite chilly. Breakfast was loaded. Basically biscuits, dry fruits like cashews and almonds etc and not so dry fruits like grapes, apples and oranges. We were individually given life vests.

The boatman was a young guy called Munna (8619073416) who was extremely knowledgeable about both animals and camera angles and sun light etc. He took us to see the Indian skimmers first which were there on the sand bank across the river. But before that we saw a pair of Brahminy ducks close to the river bank. It’s one of the closest sightings for me of this particular species (I have seen many of them in various places but never this close). I got some delightfully close shots of the bird from eye level. Brahminy duck is one of the noblest looking animals in the world. They look dignified and quiet. The male has a round black ring around the neck. The colour is gorgeously ruddy. They are also called ruddy shelduck.  I believe they mate for life and if one dies the other circles around the place and falls dead soon.

Munna took us past a few sand spits to the other side of the river. The tiny islands (barely a few hundred square feet in area) either had a few large crocodiles or Gangetic turtles, not to speak of sundry little waders like river lapwing or thick knee etc. We were not interested in those but headed straight for the skimmers. There was a flock of around 25 skimmers on the sand bank on the other side (Madhya Pradesh) of the river.

In Sumit Sen's famous words stated in the context of some other bird - "they are very rare but if you go to the specific place where they are found they are easy to see". This is precisely the case with Indian skimmers.

Some of the skimmers were busy in courtship and didn’t care that we were close by. There were a few pratincoles too, but we almost ignored them. 

The ravine on the MP side looked more wild than on the Rajasthan side which was quite green. The water was very calm. We were told that Chambal is a river with the cleanest waters in India, there being no industry or major city on its banks to pollute it.

On the MP side of the river the guide showed us a couple of Egyptian vultures and a jackal. There was another owl but it was too difficult to ID it or even see properly (Govind Sagar Bharadwaj who went there the next day with his 500 mm bazooka id-ed it as Eastern Grass Owl, which is a rare bird to see). We moved further upstream and saw a few brahminy ducks and then came the gharials.

Chambal is famous for being their home. Dhritiman got a BBC award for his photograph of a mother alligator with a few babies on her head. Udayan Rao Pawar had got the same award in the junior section a few years ago with a similar photograph.

We saw crocodiles too. And we also saw a particular flying fish. They were indeed flying off the surface of the water for short distances.

All these creatures – the skimmers, the gharials and the crocs use the sandy banks to lay eggs here and propagate. I believe the sand is of the right grade for them to lay eggs. They require a particularly soft variety of sand to lay eggs.

The gharial is critically endangered and is not found anywhere else. There is another type of turtles called red-crowned roof turtle that can theoretically be found here. I believe they cannot be seen in the wild any more. There is an artificial propagation center for them somewhere downstream. But let’s keep that for some other day. We did in fact see some turtles but they were rather ordinary Indian Tent Turtle (Pangshura Tentoria).

Once off the river, we went to check out the forest check-post where they have made a decent bed room with a toilet. They showed it off to Arijit who appreciated the work. They offered us some samosas and kachauris. These Chambal samosas, I must say, are totally different from anything I have seen or eaten so far in life. 

After Dholepur we came back to Bharatpur and did some more birding in the second half. We were presently joined by Govind Sagar Bharadwaj a renowned Rajasthan cadre forester from HP, junior to Arijit. He is renowned for his photographic skills and I have been his fan for a very long time. He has a 500 mm tele that he carries around everywhere. 

In the evening we went to the hotel next door – Sunbird. It is apparently the oldest lodge in the town. It seemed pretty well kept and upmarketish. Suranjan had come and stayed here way back in the late 80s as a college student when this was the only hotel in Bharatpur. The owner, one Randheer Sirkaar, invited Arijit and Co for an evening adda and dinner. Arijit seemed to be the only IFS in Rajasthan cadre who this gentleman did not know.

At the evening adda session we heard the unbelievable and incredible story of GSB’s encounter with a tiger. I will write about it some other time with his permission.

When we were driving back to Shanti Kutir at around 10 pm we saw a white wild hare crossing our path. Again this is a lifer for me. Before this I had never seen a wild hare in a jungle and always wanted to see one.

Next morning was spent in birding in Bharatpur before breakfast and then after some heavy breakfast laced with dozens of delicious jilebis we went back to Jaipur in time for lunch at Spice Court near the CM’s residence. We had mutton bati and jungli drowned with beer. The bati seemed a little dry and the jungli was too hot. Bati is like an oversized gutka kachuri with minced meat inside.

Spice Court is a very decent place with a lawn of its own and a large dining hall. It has the look and feel of a golf or polo club. Indeed it has many polo related photographs on its walls.

I know of only Neros and LMB in Jaipur as eating joints. Now this is a new addition to that list.

Jhalana - We woke up early next morning to go and see leopards in Jhalana. This is a newly developed sanctuary inside Jaipur city that now hosts some 35 leopards. If you spend half a day there you have 70 per cent chance of sighting a leopard. We saw three actually. Again a lifer for me.

We boarded a forest department Gypsy from the gate of the park (officially it is still not a sanctuary or national park). Four of us - Arijit, SM, our driver and I. We also had a young doctor with us called Sourav Kalia. He lives close by and comes here often. He is quite well known in the birding and wildlife photography circle. Arijit had asked him to join us.

The first sighting, within virtually less than ten minutes of entering the park, was of a mating pair. We were the first to spot them. Day light had still not broken properly and it was not very well lit for photography. After a few attempts I decided to concentrate on seeing the sight rather than photographing.

Could I believe my luck? Having seen both the male and female together I could understand the relative difference in their size. It takes a lifetime for many to see this sight. Soon a few more jeeps arrived and they decided to move away.

The lone male leopard at Jhalana

We saw another male later, lazing on the forest floor. Photography here was possible with some patience. After this we spotted a desert fox busy digging a burrow alone. We spent a long time photographing it and watching its antiques.

We also saw a spotted owlet and a couple of nightjars, among birds, not to speak of rufous tree-pies. The  tree-pies were feasting on an old kill of a large deer (or was it a Nilgai?)

The day's trip ended with a visit to a kachauri-samosa shop with some of the most delightful jilebis I have ever eaten in life. I think I ate a humongous amount of them, putting even Suranjan to shame.

We caught the evening flight from Jaipur airport and came home by 9 pm, ending a delightful short trip. Oh! I forgot to mention, on the return flight Suranjan lost his reading glasses, which unlike the watch, could not be retrieved. 

Here are some photographs from the trip for posterity

Desert fox - Jhalana, Jaipur

Dalmatian Pelican, Bharatpur