Understanding India: Elephant Camp Pt. 1

In & Around the Elephant Camp
    We were trapped and hoping. My first day at an elephant camp and the clouds were heavy. Lucky for us they waited to burst until we and the equipment we hauled were safely under one of the feeding buildings. Basically a room with half-walls and a roof. Inside were storage containers filled with food for the elephants. The rain shattered our chance at interviews, but we would exercise patience to see if it cleared.
    Being stuck puts a person in an odd position of forced observance. For a while I paced the feed building which we shared with the mahouts and their children. Then I sat on the wooden steps of the storage rooms. I played games on my phone, feeling it heat in the palm of my hand while children huddled around to watch. And then I would stand again, bored.
    I would creep along the edges of the building shooting what interested me. At first it was the elephants meandering lazily through the drizzle. Chains rattled around their large stomps. Soon travelers from the road would stop and join us to watch the elephants. Then they would become the subjects of my photos, whether they knew it or not. The other travelers would take pictures on their phones or cautiously let their toddlers roam among us, pulling them back when they tried to grab a camera or tripod.
In & Around the Elephant Camp
    Forced observance. A man lights a cigarette. A group of girls giggle. One of the older girls stands on the edge of a half-wall and cups her hands catching the rain as it falls from the edge of the roof. A small puppy curls up and naps on a pile of ropes. There is a scale and the boys, in our group and just passing through, take turns weighing themselves for fun.
    I can still hear the chains rattle. The elephants with their big flying ears hear those chains rattle every day of their lives. I wonder if that’s okay. If it’s okay that they are trained in cages they build themselves. If it’s okay that their whole family rattles when they walk. An elephant chain gang.
In & Around the Elephant Camp
    But what else could they do? These elephants were wild animals. They killed people. Something had to be done.
    The rain was romantic in normally sweltering India. Cooling and calming everything. Turning rough elephant skin to silk, at least visually. Children played in the rivulets that formed in the Indian clay creating dams and splashing each other. Mahouts got food for the elephants feeding them in the building next to ours. Baby elephants with their eager and content little faces, not killers yet, stayed sandwiched between their mom and dad. 
    But underneath the pattering of rain on the roof and children laughing, their bare feet smacking the wet clay and Hindi voices sharing perspectives, those chains were still rattling. 
In & Around the Elephant Camp
In & Around the Elephant Camp
In & Around the Elephant CampSee more photos here.


Read more: 
The Arrival 
Bangalore
Infosys
Chennakesava Temple
Mysore Palace
Ranganathittu Bird Sanctuary
Around the Coffee Plantation
Elephant Camp Pt. 1
Elephant Camp Pt. 2
King of Cobras
Kuppalli and Kuvempu
Elephant Bath

We were in India to complete the filming of the documentary Elephants in the Coffee. And now it’s done. It explores the elephant-human conflict that has been happening in India. The coffee you drink has most likely been wandered through by elephants. They are a nuisance to farmers, but also a god in the Hindu belief. You cannot destroy a god. But you can scare it off with crackers and shotgun blasts. The elephant habitat is shrinking. In its place villages and farms have moved in. Elephants walk the same paths they have for hundreds of years, even if houses, crops, or people stand in their way. How could anyone stop them? Electric fences, trenches and steel beams have been used and are being used to keep them out and keep people safe. Nobody wants a god wandering through their crops eating their jack fruit, trampling their livelihood. But a god cannot be stopped.  

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