Wednesday, 18 September 2013


I remembered the poem

William Blake. 1757–1827
489. The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies         5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

as I read a piece of news in TOI newspaper.

What the hand dare seize the fire?  I will say Tapan's hand dared the majestic predator.

Tapans and his handful of crab-hunters friends entered the jungles of Sunderbans and while Tapan was separated from his friends, he came face to face with a full grown adult tiger. The tiger was within 8-9 feet away ready to pounce on him. A terror ran down his spine and he stood transfixed. But he recovered within a split second from his initial shock and  fear and reached for his iron rod and jabbed it into the animal's lower jaw. By now his friends had raised an alert and created a din to scare the tiger away. Finally the tiger retreated into the jungles.

Hats off to the brave Tapan who fought and escaped from its clutches(paws) to survive and tell us the tale.What does one do when death stares and there is no other option left but to put up a fight or perish? Tapan took the less traversed path to defend by attacking the majestic predator.

Man's survival instincts are in-built and latent erupting when danger strikes. Had the tiger not pawed him , we would not have known about the other side of the survival instinct of man. Man is not bestowed with the muscular strength of the wild but is adequately compensated with a superior brain and survival instinct. Is it the  Law of  Nature or the survival of the fittest?


Thank you Suzy for the wonderful opportunity to let my thoughts loose to be anchored safely on paper.