
Last weekend, I had gone to Mysore, my hometown. One of the lakes of Mysore, the Karanji lake, has been given fresh lease of life by stopping the building activities around it , and the effluents flowing into it. Now the birds have started coming to the lake. The lone pelican is sailing majestically in the water, looking for fish.


On the way to Mysore, we passed Channapatna, with its lake 'brimming with blood-red water lilies', as it is described in innumerable folk songs. But I could see only white lilies, and I remember seeing red lilies in the lake a few years ago. I think the town municipality which 'improved' the lake, threw out all the blood-red native lilies, and planted the imported white ones.