What you see in the previous post was a pathetic attempt to artistically not blog for *ahem* 10 days.
Well, now I'm back!
Nothing interesting going on right now though... my brother's just returned home after lunching with my uncle, my mum's talking to my sis about entering a birthday card design competition "let's go mummy" my sis is saying... and my dad is not home yet. Me? I am working on resusitating my dismal blog, and thinking about packing my room later. Once again, it's like waiting for that big bang that never comes... what's for dinner?

Dinner.
We make dinners out of practically every animal we see in "our" kingdom.
From chickens to crocodiles, from whales to snakes, the list goes on. Ofcourse, we find ourselves on the menu of several animals as well.
Often, these animals find human meat a pricey choice.
What's the price of human meat?
Your life, the lives of all your kind. And probably eventual extinction.
Think Tamanian wolves. Think mosquito.

Ah yes, tigers too. We love using the tiger to flank our banners and adorned our enblems. But having them top us in the food chain?
No.
We keep them where they belong- in the zoos and their pretty cubs as presents to other countries.
This NG documentary I saw last friday featured the Man-eating tigers of the Sunderbans.
These are tigers who know not where the boundaries lie, residing in the stretch of beautiful flooded forest along the bay of Bengal between India and Blangadesh, they routinely hunt people- 3 hundred human deaths a year.

You go, whoa! Grab those guns, set those traps! These insolent beats need to be taught who's boss on our planet.
Such a fate has yet to befall the tigers of Sunderban though, they have the protection of the forest, and the shield of the large Sunderban rivers.
So every year, the tigers of Sunderban continue to make prey of the village people. Men and women, child and even babies are devoured almost every other day. This sounds like the story of nian, but perhaps this was how nature intended it to be - tigers supreme.

Maybe nature made the mistake of giving homo habilis a high IQ. We now have not fangs and claws, but missiles and H-bombs.

If the tigers allude to nian, perhaps the people of Sunderban ought to start making tiger costumes and sound drums and cymbals.
Surprisingly, the villagers in Sunderban rather it be this way, rather the three hundred deaths each year. Such is simply because the tigers may owe them some lives, but they owe the tigers their livelihood.
The presence of the Sunderban tigers makes it too dangerous to clear the forests, and so, too dangerous to rob the Sunderban people of life as they know it.

There you have it, another inter-dependent relationship, but one with an interesting twist. The Sunderban villagers offer the tigers three hundred lives a year, in return for keeping their livelihoods. Perhaps this says something about their fear of other humans, over their fear of the Sunderban tigers.


And perhaps nature intended it this way,
So that when we look at the tigers of Sunderban,
we dawn upon revelation.