Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

One of the silliest things on the internet is an international site called change.com.

The owners have offices in a number of countries and the mandate seems to be that anyone who had a grievance, and wants it redressed, can list an issue and get signatures on it. These will be sent to a bureaucrat / politician through email.

Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

District Forest Officers and rangers are not trained in ecology. Ecology means the interrelationship of all things – what happens to the whole when one part is affected. They don’t know about plants or animals. In fact, this entire service should be disbanded because all they do is an illiterate kind of policing. And for the most part they don’t do that either. Many of them are the fences that eat the grass: they use their positions to cut trees illegally and many are involved with animal killing mafias. All the bureaucrats of the forest department are generalists : one day they are secretaries of steel and another they head the forest and wildlife department.

Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

I must have pointed out a hundred problems in eating chicken. The latest is something that has the poultry industry really worried. They have labelled the problem Wooden Breast Syndrome or Chewy Chicken. A rising number of breast fillets are laced with hard fibres. In one study, a consumer panel described the affected meat as "tough," "gummy", "chewy", "rubbery" and "doesn't feel right in the mouth".

Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

During this time of lockdown, thousands and thousands of Indians, especially women, have cut back on their daily food and fed the street animals instead. As the days drag on, the money has dwindled because no one is earning any money, but the hunger levels remain the same. My organization has been deluged with requests for money and animal food and we have helped as many people as we can with both. NGOs across India have pooled their resources and responded to desperate cries for help.

Maneka Sanjay Gandhi

In the entire lockdown period when I was completely alone for almost two months, I made friends with a crow. The secret is persistence and exact timing. I would come out from a wretched day of solving problems and rescuing animals at 5.30 in the evening and bring two glucose biscuits with me. Then I would start calling : Kaku Kaku and he would appear, sometimes alone or with a friend. I would break the biscuits, put them in a high place – the pillar near the gate – and would leave them there with a bowl of water. He would come, eat a small part after dipping it into water. If the squirrel came to help himself, Kaku would call his friend who would scare away the squirrel and then both of them would help themselves and fly away. I would turn my back after he finished, twice he came and bumped me before flying away. I felt like a girl with her first beau ! On the days he ignored me and the biscuits, I would scold and rant like a jilted lover and put other food out till he came reluctantly, still pretending I was not there. Oh, the sorrow of it !