My
love and passion for the wild tuskers of our land runs deep within my veins.
Seeing a tusker in the wild is a sight to behold, when he steps out of the
forest canopy and into the sunlight, he strides along the plains like a
colossus showing absolute confidence and dominance over all before him. The
female elephants rumble and trumpet in excitement and the other males move away
in fear. The tusker truly is the king of the Sri Lankan wilderness.
Tuskers
constitute only a very small proportion of the entire elephant population, and
are scattered across the dry zones of our country. To encounter one in the wild
is extremely rare, and when I do find one, the spiritual and emotional
connection I have when making eye contact with him is beyond words. I sometimes
feel they are trying to tell me something, perhaps they know that their days in
this land are outnumbered and that their future is uncertain.
It
may come as a surprise to many that the majority of tuskers and elephants are
found outside the protected national parks and sanctuaries. These giants are
scattered across small pockets of forests which are surrounded by an ocean of
human settlements. When I venture into certain areas in search of them, I am in
shock that such large animals could live in such a small space just next to a busy,
bustling town. This is the harsh reality these elephants have to face.
Over
the decades the habitats of these animals has shrunk whilst thousands of human
settlements have sprung up around them. This isolation has resulted in loss of
lives from both sides of the fence. Due to sheer desperation the villagers in
the conflict areas have resorted to drastic means of retaliation such as the
use of the dreaded “Hakka Pattas” which is a small homemade explosive which is
hidden among vegetables, waiting to explode in the mouth of an unknowing animal.
The death from such a device is astoundingly agonizing and it takes days to
finally succumb to the horrific injuries. In turn villagers may lose their
fathers, mothers and children overnight when they are caught unawares by a marauding
pachyderm. I personally feel this is a war in which we cannot blame any side,
as both are placed in a situation of utter desperation and hopelessness.
When
I think about the plight of the wild tuskers, I sense a very heavy feeling in
my heart, because I know their future is unsure. Do tuskers and elephants still
have a place in a fast developing Sri Lanka? Will he have a future where the
only remaining tuskers are those poor creatures who spend their lives in
chains, and occasionally parade themselves in lit up costumes to appease a nation’s
view on culture? These are questions to which I do not hold the answer.
The
fate of the tuskers and all other wildlife lies in the hands of every Sri
Lankan, not only the poor villagers or those that are in power, it is within
every one of us. The deciding decade is
upon us and the choice is ours to make.
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