• Rahul Jauhari

“Hey You” - this song was ultimately edited out of the 1982 film ‘The Wall’. The film itself tells the story of Pink, an alienated rock star who is isolating himself from society. I couldn’t help but feel a weird connection in the lyrics to the state of isolation and lockdown we face today.

Hey you, out there in the cold

Getting lonely, getting old

Can you feel me?

Hey you, standing in the aisles

With itchy feet and fading smiles

Can you feel me?

Hey you, don't help them to bury the light

Don't give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own

Sitting naked by the phone

Would you touch me?

Hey you with you ear against the wall

Waiting for someone to call out

Would you touch me?

Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?

Open your heart, I'm coming home

But it was only fantasy

The wall was too high

As you can see

No matter how he tried

He could not break free

And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you, out there on the road

Always doing what you're told

Can you help me?

Hey you, out there beyond the wall

Breaking bottles in the hall

Can you help me?

Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all

Together we stand, divided we fall.

- Hey You | Pink Floyd | The Wall

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Ashy prinia | Binomial name: Prinia socialis

It’s a picture I took many years back but kept it because of the unusual posture of the bird. Almost like its waving to the people in the distance. Hey you.

Image captured in Ulwe, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra, India.

  • Rahul Jauhari

I was googling Pipit, for a lark, and found a mention, interestingly, in TS Eliot’s poem titled ‘A Cooking Egg.’ The poem seems to refer to the poet’s own sense of youth being over. (A cooking egg is an egg past its prime. It cannot be eaten by itself, only along with other ingredients).

There is the mention of Pipit, possibly his companion. And over the poem, he seems to explain the whole of life with a simple setting of a person sitting in a room with his companion, Pipit, while ruminating about life.

More than poetry, it is the analysis of poetry that often astounds me. Did the poet really intend to suggest all that the people analysing the poem years later think he did? I haven’t studied literature. So while I like some good poetry, that, honestly, would be beyond me to confidently comment on. Let me stick to simpler things, like birds, maybe?

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Paddyfield pipit | Binomial name: Anthus rufulus

A usual sight in open cultivation areas, this one prefers to run, rather than fly far. I shot this one on a field in Sinhagad valley. It did seem to be in as reflective a mood as TS Eliot sounds in his poem.

Image captured in Sinhagad valley, Pune, Maharashtra, India.

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Updated: May 8

Mum tigers are fascinating to watch. Unlike males, they are watchful, wary and fiercely protective when it comes to the cubs. October, 2016. we chanced upon her highness.

The Tiger Tank female, as she was known in the jungles of Kabini, was out for a stroll with her three cubs. This was the lady who changed the reputation of a forest that was previously known for leopards, The cubs, like her, were bold enough to walk around in the open. Watching a tigress with her cubs is a lesson in itself. While we greedily lapped up every second of that sighting, the nonchalant mum, once in a while, looked back sternly just to make sure we were a safe distance from her kids.

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Indian Tigress with cubs | Binomial name: Panthera tigris

Image captured in Kabini forest, Karnataka, India.

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