By Somya Barpanda (St. Stephen's College)
The tropical forests of Andaman and
Nicobar Islands are home to a lot of native tribes. Amongst these, the Jarawas
are the most popular. Tourist operators, till last year used to take tourists
on bus-rides on the Andaman Trunk Road cutting through their jungles and promising
visitors sightings of ‘adivasis’. The
government has now banned the entry of tourist buses into the reserve area
following many complaints from environmental activists. In 2009, I went on a similar tour to the
Jarawa reserve. Here’s what I experienced.
September. 18.2009, Friday: It was
4:00a.m. We were eagerly awaiting the bus at the deserted bus-stop. My little
sister yawned for the umpteenth time and my parents paced up and down the
footpath to fight back their dizziness. Some other, equally sleepy, tourists
kept us company. I was wide awake. The thought of the impending adventure that
I was hoping to experience made me a little too excited. This was going to be
my first tryst with actual adivasis-the
Jarawas. Our tour agent had promised us that we would take home an experience
of a lifetime. My restlessness was replaced with great enthusiasm as I saw the
yellow headlights of a luxury bus approaching towards us.
It took us 35 minutes to get out of Port
Blair. While my co-passengers snored in their seats, I went through the
instructions on the pamphlet that had been distributed to us. The same content
was displayed on many big-billboards on our way to the reserve. They said:
CAUTION
The
bus crossed the check post and then we were moving in the convoy system- a
queue of locomotives-trucks, tourist buses, military jeeps and private cars.
Tall tropical trees stood on either side of the Andaman Trunk Road. As we drove
deeper into the forest, my disappointment grew....I was expecting tribals merry-making,
gorging on fruits and drinking coconut beverages-exactly like I had seen on
Discovery shows and in Hollywood movies.... But all I had witnessed till then
was a single pukka-road in front and impenetrable forest thickets on the sides.
As the pungent smell of diesel seeped into my nostrils, I wondered if the
tribals I sought hid behind those curtains of green. And before I could realize,
our conductor shouted, “Dekho! Dekho!”.
In that fleeting glimpse, I saw a little girl, donning simple red and white
attire, standing there on the roadside. Her coal-black hands were outstretched
towards the windows of the passing vehicles. Her tongue stuck out and she was
making strange sounds. My fellow-travellers seemed suddenly amused. The sight
had jerked them out of their slumber. But, “What was that!” I thought, “Tribals
are merry people. Aren’t they? They hunt and celebrate their day’s catch in
groups. They don’t reach out to their seekers. We were supposed to observe them
from behind the bushes”-that was my muse of living an adventure flick! And yet
again, there was another Jarawa; a male sitting on his haunches; waiting for
the party to pass so that he could
cross the road. But hey! He wore a red cap!!
Yes, the same kind of cap that I was wearing to shield myself from the sun’s
glare. People clapped. They clapped again when after 15 minutes they saw a
group of native women grinning widely. One of them held a baby resting on her
hip. The trip ended. I was not satisfied.
When
we got down at the cafeteria, just outside the big gates of the reserve, we
were met by a commotion. A young couple was surrounded by some security
personnel. The lady looked miserably terrified and upset. I learned that they
had halted their Indica and had stepped out to take a view of the forest scene,
when a Jarawa group smashed their car windows and ran away with their travel
bag. The army-men were admonishing them. I heard one of them say, “Ma’am, they
roam around with bows and arrows. You could have been attacked.”
“The
cap!” It struck me. So, these people have been stealing stuff, begging for
food, threatening tourists! Where has their self-sufficiency gone? Don’t they
hunt, build fires at night and lead a simple life? “They used to,” my driver
said. “The encroachment by the tourists has made them see an easy way out to
survive through the day. Now, they entirely count on the daily-routine trips of
the tourists for their meals and clothing. They are too lazy to hunt. Incidents
of looting and scuffles with the visitors have become common. Woh toh junglee
log hain. That’s why we warn people not to provoke them or give them
any chance to come near them.”
The population of this unique tribe is
dwindling. They are sensitive to the effluents from the vehicles, to various
microbial infections that they contract from the tourists through the food they
loot or from all that is offered to them. All my initial excitement had dried
up. Instead of that, I felt sad about all that these tribes were being subject
to. Recalling how my bus-mates had ogled and jeered at the Jarawas, I wondered
as to who the real junglee was.
vivid description.......gud one....:)
ReplyDeleteThank You Akshay! :)
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