When Bamboo Blooms and the Forest Hungers

Published on: 09/12/2024

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Photo title: Elephant and bamboo

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Photo Credits: Gowri Subramanya

An elephant stands by the edge of Kabini’s backwaters, dwarfed by a grove of towering bamboo. Its trunk sways gently, reaching into the dense clumps to pull out shoots, tearing them with practiced ease. Around it, the forest hums in quiet abundance, and the bamboo seems eternal—a gift from the land, steady and reliable, feeding not just elephants but countless lives within its shade.

But the forest holds a truth hidden beneath this abundance: famine is always on the horizon. Every 60 to 120 years, the bamboo blooms. Once. And then, it dies.
This quiet apocalypse is a rhythm the forest knows well. The bamboo flowers in unison, scattering seeds across the earth in a final act of renewal. Then, as if consumed by its own flourish, it collapses, leaving behind vast, empty skeletons. For elephants and other herbivores, this is no small loss. Bamboo is a staple—a pillar of their diet—and its sudden disappearance triggers a cycle of scarcity that reverberates through the ecosystem.

In the past, the elephants might have adapted to this scarcity by moving on. They would have followed ancient migration routes, trekking across forests and rivers, guided by memories etched deep within their lineage. Their journey would have been arduous but full of possibility—new feeding grounds, new horizons.

But today, the world has shrunk for elephants. Their migrations are blocked by roads, fields, and settlements. Where the forest once stretched unbroken, human encroachments now carve it into fragments. And so, when famine comes, there is no adventure, no ancestral path to follow. There are only farms, ripe with crops that promise a temporary feast but come with the threat of conflict.

In the villages bordering Nagarahole National Park, stories abound of elephants raiding paddy fields and sugarcane plantations. What might seem like abundance to an elephant—rows of swaying crops—becomes a flashpoint for tension. The farmers, seeing their year’s labour trampled or eaten, respond with fear and anger.
These encounters are tragic for both sides, but they are not inevitable. They are the result of broken equations—between humans and forests, between elephants and the lands they once roamed freely.

And yet, the forest persists, cycling between famine and renewal. After the bamboo’s mass die-off, the seeds scattered during its flowering begin germinating. Slowly, new shoots emerge, delicate and green. If left undisturbed, they will grow into the towering clumps that once fed an entire ecosystem. But invasive species like Lantana dominate the forest floor in many places, choking out these fragile beginnings.

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Photo title: Elephant and bamboo

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Photo Credits: Gowri Subramanya

The elephants, too, persist. They adapt as best they can, eating what remains, and navigating a world that grows less hospitable with each passing year. They are creatures of memory, carrying within them the knowledge of routes and rhythms we can scarcely comprehend. Yet, even their resilience has limits.
Standing by the Kabini backwaters, it’s hard not to marvel at the scale of the forest’s abundance. The bamboo groves seem endless, a testament to nature’s generosity. But it’s also impossible to ignore the fragility of that abundance. The forest is built on cycles—of growth and decay, of famine and renewal. And we, too, are part of this rhythm, though we often act as if we are outside it.

What can we learn from the elephants, from their quiet endurance of these cycles? Perhaps it is this: to accept that famine is not the enemy of abundance but its companion. That destruction and renewal are not opposites but partners in the endless work of sustaining life.

But for the elephants to survive, we must do our part. We must protect the forests that give them space to move, that allow the bamboo to bloom, die, and rise again. We must find ways to coexist, to share the land in ways that honour its rhythms rather than disrupt them.

The forest knows how to heal itself. The question is whether we will let it—or whether we will continue to stand in its way, replacing its ancient cycles with our fractured ones.
In the shadow of the bamboo, the elephant feeds, unaware of what the future holds. Perhaps that is its gift to us: to live fully in the moment, even as the cycles of famine and renewal unfold around it, knowing that the forest will find its way again—if only we allow it.

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Gowri Subramanya

Gowri Subramanya is an editor and learning consultant based in Bengaluru, India. Writing and photography are her chosen tools of creative expression and the wilderness is her muse. A keen observer of the interaction between nature and culture, she loves to explore the history as well as the natural history of new places during her travels. With a soft spot for bird songs and a weakness for flowers, she indulges in a healthy dose of tree gazing every morning.

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