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His strong physical appearance was what earned him his name, but with his placid and quiet demeanour, he never lived up to the character of his counterpart celluloid namesake. However, now recovering from some possibly life-threatening sicknesses, he looked far older than what he really was.
I inspected him at really close quarters and saw that the gunshot wound in his belly had healed well and there was no sign of any pus or festering. His belly bulge, possibly due to infection and accumulation of fluid, had also reduced considerably. He seemed to be having a small infection of his left eye, or possibly it was a cataract that was forming. But otherwise he seemed quite all right, and readily accepted the bananas and other fruit that the passers-by were giving him, in his customary fashion.
But I did notice that he was now eating grass, in between his solicited ‘tit-bits’. This was still woefully inadequate, but was a good sign all the same, that he was supplementing himself with much-needed vegetation and fibre.
As I gazed at him, and looked deep into his half-closed eyes, I realised that whatever we may try to do, Rambo’s days are now numbered. In fact I felt that we should let him be on the bund, where he has spent his last few years, rather than trying to rehabilitate him back into the jungle by trying out various schemes at this late stage of his life. It will only cause him stress and disrupt his daily routine. We made him a ‘beggar’ by acclimatising and habituating him to us humans. Now let us leave him alone.
He is happy, and contented with life, watching the world go by, standing on the side of the bund, and still giving passers-by a one-of-a-kind unforgettable experience of seeing a wild elephant so close up. He has done his bit to create awareness about the plight of his kith and kin to the world and I think we should manage this situation, learn from the mistakes and let nature take its course with Rambo, my friend.