The Cosmos in a Tree
There is a cosmos in every tree,
Galaxies blossoming in empty space,
Worlds sprouting like leaves. A tree once told me:
“If your place is among the stars, boundless and free,
By my roots and ‘neath my shade, I promise thee –
In this age or the next –
Galaxies blossoming in empty space,
Worlds sprouting like leaves. A tree once told me:
“If your place is among the stars, boundless and free,
By my roots and ‘neath my shade, I promise thee –
In this age or the next –
Is where you will find peace.”
The fellowship
A conflicted love story of a little wasp is all it took. Of the countless spore-like seeds, one went down a bird’s crop, and came out the other end only to be adopted by a half-a-century-old Peepul tree. Two Bargad leaves sprang to life from one of the many crevices of the Peepul, which stands to the north of a busy police thana. To the west of this new companionship lies a large water tank with a small stone-temple built right under its shade. The land, owned by one malguzar, was primarily a forest slowly being turned to farmlands. After his demise, it would be named Kamta Mal – the village of Kamta Prasad the Malguzar, and a small hamlet where this tree and her companion live would be Kamta Chak. It is said these trees were witness to executions of criminals. That from the tank once drank tigers. That the Peepul is older than Kamta Chak.
The fellowship
A conflicted love story of a little wasp is all it took. Of the countless spore-like seeds, one went down a bird’s crop, and came out the other end only to be adopted by a half-a-century-old Peepul tree. Two Bargad leaves sprang to life from one of the many crevices of the Peepul, which stands to the north of a busy police thana. To the west of this new companionship lies a large water tank with a small stone-temple built right under its shade. The land, owned by one malguzar, was primarily a forest slowly being turned to farmlands. After his demise, it would be named Kamta Mal – the village of Kamta Prasad the Malguzar, and a small hamlet where this tree and her companion live would be Kamta Chak. It is said these trees were witness to executions of criminals. That from the tank once drank tigers. That the Peepul is older than Kamta Chak.
This was a century
ago. Except for the tank that is still in use to wash clothes and bathe
buffaloes, the thana is in shambles,
the temple glows bright with plastered chuna,
the roads are all concretized, and the forest has receded a few hundred yards
from the two companions. The glory of the Peepul, with its giant arms raised up
in the sky, embraced by the Bargad from all sides, is a story that transcends
human perception of mass, time, and space.
It was the beginning
of summer, in the month of March that I found myself standing under their united
shade, marvelling at their might. At first, all I could see were the broad,
tender leaves of Bargad, but as I strained my eyes, the light-shaded peepul
leaves shimmered higher in the canopy. How many seasons it must have taken for
their trunks to get entwined as a pillar of folds upon folds, with prop roots
like necklaces and waist-belts woven all around. The two trunks are now
indistinguishable from one another. The trees were in their first flush of
leaves for the season.
At times when I can’t
interpret what a tree is trying to express, I let the wind do the talking. But
the wind has many sounds. The same wind makes the young one flitter as a
whisper. The mature flail with a baritone. The old crackle at the end of their
days in tenor; do they sing of loss and hope? Standing there, with the
villagers gathered around for a meeting finding it a bit too curious seeing
someone stare at a tree so fixedly, I tried to eavesdrop on their murmurings in
the summer breeze: What do they sing of?
Now I am not a psychic,
but I know what youthful dreams are made of. A tree, a century-old or a
yearling, is ever young, every flush of leaves, every blossom, every fruit,
every new branchlet. The young leaves, their new skin glistening under the
summer sun, sing of renewal. Soon, every branchlet will be adorned with little
flower-buds. The flowering of Ficus varies among and within species, with a
community of trees exhibiting staggered flowering. Not all trees flower at the
same time. In some such as Dumar where it fruits en masse all across its trunk, the process is long and continuous
as old fruits ripen and young flowers mature. The Bargad and Peepul flower
quite arbitrarily. Within a community of trees, a tree might start budding in
April while the other won’t until October. In some trees, you will see old
ripened fruits – remnants of the previous season – on some branches while other
branches sprout new flowers. At least two flowering events are distinguished,
once early in the summer and early in the winter (Krishen, 2013). The flowers are
among the most secretive one has ever seen, enclosed in a syconium.
The flower-buds are
the syconia, containing hundreds if not thousands of flowers. Some species are
monoecious: both have male and female flowers in the same syconium, and some
are dioecious: where all-female flowering tree exists with a population of
hermaphrodite – containing both male and female flowers – trees. The syconia
containing both male and female flowers are called caprifigs.
A secret affair
There is an affair
these two have kept on the hush for millions of years. Like a moth to a flame,
as if out of nothingness, an unlikely creature finds its way to these giants
following a trail of scent exactly when they need her: a tiny little Agaonid –
the fig wasp. Packed with pollen collected from the fig she emerged from, she
follows another tree about to flower in the neighbourhood.
This staggered
flowering among Ficus species is key for two things: to enable the miniscule
wasps to complete their lifecycle without a long break, and ultimately to get
successfully pollinated. Long breaks, long distances, hot summer temperatures,
and short lifespans do not add up.
Against all odds, the foundress wasp lands
on the syconium and carefully inserts herself into a small opening called
ostiole, adjusting herself in the small space by sacrificing her wings, and
breathes her last after laying several eggs – one each in a flower. In one
syconium, many fig wasps enter, and the competition to lay as many eggs as
possible is hot.
Dumar is among the
most common Ficus trees to witness this. Within a syconium, some flowers possess
short while some really long styles – a receptacle for spores which leads down
to the ovary.
The wasp inserts her ovipositor into the short-styled flowers to
lay an egg inside the ovary, but her ovipositor falls short in the long-styled
flowers, where she cannot lay an egg – these develop into seeds with the help
of the pollen the wasp dispersed first on entering. The short-styled flowers
impregnated with a wasp egg start transforming into a gall. Studies have found
that the first batch of eggs are usually all-male (Li et al, 2016).
The grubs feed on the
pulpy portion of the gall. As the fig matures, the grubs metamorphose into
wasps: the males (some are incapable of flight while in some species they fly)
arrive early. These males then move around the chamber, fighting one another
and making holes into the galls of female wasps, and mate with them while they
are still enclosed in their gall. By the time the females emerge the male
flowers mature: they move about collecting pollen and shortly after, using
their sharp mandibles, the males make a hole in the fruit and die, although
some winged-ones fly off to mate with their winged counterparts.
These holes
are a female fig wasp’s way out to find another fig which will receive her
offspring and in doing so, she will deposit the pollen she collected from her
abode. The story repeats countless times until the last fig has ripened.
Not all who
metamorphose from the syconia are fig wasps the Ficus trees open their hearts
to. Some members of Pteromalidae, such as Sycoryctinae and Sycophaginae, that
don’t get an entry, carry a weapon: a long, needle-like ovipositor that they
insert into the fig from the surface with pin-point precision.
These are the
non-pollinator wasps. With their long ovipositor, they lay an egg directly into
the syconium – mostly in the ovary, where, like the pollinator fig wasps, their
larvae form galls – these wasps are called ‘gallers’ (Ghara and Borges, 2010). The
males emerge and mate with the females, and the females intently or
accidentally collect some pollen before flying out – however, they never enter
the syconium again, instead depositing an egg directly from the surface using
their needle-like ovipositor, making them non-pollinating in nature.
Some are parasitoids,
their target: the larva of the Agaonid wasps. Just as certain Agaonid wasps specialize
on certain Ficus species, these non-pollinator wasps also specialise on certain
trees. In fact, the length, strength, and shape of their ovipositors differs on
the size, thickness, as well as the anthesis period of the figs they specialise
on (Ghara, Kundanati and Borges, 2011).
At times the figs are teeming with many
pollinator and non-pollinator wasps – some help the fig, others are
free-loaders, and some others parasitoids. It is all a play of life and death in
a small syconia, and the trees are not always the victims.
In some dioecious
species, the female and hermaphroditic trees are separate. That’s when it gets
tricky. “One of the consequences of such sexual specialization is that reward
levels to pollinators often differ between male and female flowers as a result
of sexual selection” reads a paper by Martine Hossaert-McKey, Renee Borges, and
colleagues who studied the significance of scents in attracting wasps to figs
in several species of Ficus, including in India. Just as the Agaonid and the Pteromalid
clans compete, there is a game being played by the Ficus trees: “Such
specialization leads, in some cases, to cheating by one deceptive sex”, where
the female flowers mimic the signals “of the rewarding sex” in order to attract
– or deceive – pollinators, which primarily come seeking receptive ovules to
lay their eggs. In dioecious Ficus, the scent that female trees emit to attract
the fig wasp is similar to that of male trees which are more rewarding in terms
of providing pollen and ovules for the wasps – this theory is called the intersexual mimicry hypothesis (Hossaert-McKey
et al, 2016).
The authors explain,
“Dioecious figs represent a special case of pollination by deceit with fatal
consequences for female wasps that enter female figs” with the hermaphrodite
trees having “short-styled female flowers” which “serve only as brood sites for
pollinators and never develop into seeds.” In such Ficus species, the Agaonid
wasps enter this “all-male” syconium to lay eggs. The offspring develop in a
similar fashion, the males similarly mate with the females, and the new-born
female wasps fly off in search of other flowers after collecting pollen. Some prospecting
mothers get enticed by the all-female fig tree and pollinate it on entering.
However, these flowers have unusually long styles, acting as a barrier for these
small-ovipositor-bearing wasps to lay eggs. “As a result,”, the authors write,
“a pollinator wasp (which lives only for a few hours) entering a female fig
dies without leaving any offspring; hence female figs produce only seeds.”
The odds stacked
against fig wasps are enormous. For the last few million years if not more, it
has been tricked in carrying out her functions of pollination without getting
anything in return – paying a high price on the survival of her species.
However, this is an excellent example of how what seems chaotic at first is carefully
crafted by evolution to become orderly. Some species flower asynchronously –
the male and the female will mature separately, and some mature synchronously –
both male and female flowers mature at the same time. The theories put forth by
the authors to understand this conundrum are complex but fascinating: In
asynchronous species, such as the Common Fig we call Anjeer, and Karapatra, the
hermaphrodite flowers mature early, allowing the wasps to efficiently complete
their lifecycle. As the all-female flowers mature, a majority of the wasps’
population has already bred and laid eggs, securing their progeny.
In synchronous species
such as Katumbar, where both the male and female flowers mature at the same
time, a fig wasp is short on time and energy, hence she enters the first flower
she comes across. Another hypothesis expands on this theory: the wasps are
unable to choose between male and female flowers due to lack of detectable
differences. Since a wasp has to lay
eggs to pass on her progeny and a female flower has to get fertilised to pass on hers, they both play a game of
chance.
Once the nuances of
being a fig and a fig wasp are settled, the syconia, as they ripen, don a rosy
or purple hue and a sweet, fermented scent to garner further attention. Now
come the vertebrates: birds and bats, rodents and bears, and primates –
including humans – to feed on the ripe figs. While humans have found a way to
cultivate parthenogenic fig varieties, the caprifigs almost always contain at
least a few wasps inside.
Unity in diversity
The convergence of life
at Ficus trees is phenomenal. Just as the leaves mature, the tree-hole-nesting
birds find the best crevice to build a nest: A Rose-ringed and a Plum-headed Parakeet
compete for space as a pair of Brown-headed Barbet resolves to build their own hollow.
The Indian Grey Hornbill prefers narrow openings, the owls prefer the largest
hollows of them all, and the squirrel nests in cup-shaped spaces that birds do
not prefer – which may well be taken over by a civet or, if the tree is tall
enough, the flying squirrel. On their wide, round boughs the macaques and
langurs dangle their legs as they rest for the afternoon. The ripening first
attracts the avian creatures. Amusingly, they eat less and drop more to the
ground where the ground-dwellers relish on the figs. At night, a sloth bear might
visit during a break from eating ants and mahua flowers.
If the forest is a
community, it is trees like Ficus that help build the basic fractions of one. Where
the worth of the shade, a place to nest and a bough to rest, of food and
solace, cannot be measured on an existing scale: imagine over five species of
extremely tiny fig wasps converging upon the same fig which will then be
consumed by, among the largest and most intelligent of animals, the elephants and our closest relatives, chimpanzees (figs account for almost half of a
chimpanzee’s diet). In
summers of India, when a fig tree fruits, our attention gravitates towards it.
The feeders are not the only ones to gain, however. The figs are laden with
small, spore-like seeds – which make dry figs crunchy – embedded in a sticky
mass. While some of them will be digested, some come out the other end: one on
a wall of a house, another on a tree, dispersing as far and wide as their
feeders take them at will.
The Peepul was likely
to have grown on another tree which it devoured as it grew larger than its
parent; the villagers could not recollect this incident. What odds it must have
taken for the companionship of the Peepul and the Bargad, for those little
interactions to fall into place at the right time; little coincidental –
accidental even – dealings that created the cosmos.
Why they stand here
and the forests do not is also due to a specific reason. Several Ficus species
have a place in history. The Bargad symbolizes love. To celebrate the victory
of love over death, women tie a thread around the Bargad tree during Vat Poornima wishing for a long life for
their spouses. The Peepul symbolizes enlightenment. Gautam Buddha, and many
saints of India, meditated under this tree, the “tree of enlightenment”. There
is one more symbol that a Ficus stands for: of finding peace and hope in the
harshest, most barren surfaces on the planet – the concrete jungles of modern
civilization.
They have a place in
our cosmos, too. The twenty-seven Nakshatras – stars or constellations – are symbolised
on Earth in the Nakshatravana – a sacred forest represented by several species
of plants, most of them Ficus: The Krittika Nakshatra is symbolised by Dumar,
the Pushya by Peepul, the Magha by Bargad, and the Uttara Phalguni by Gacchi
and Peepli. Reincarnations of cosmic entities on Earth. And all it took was a
wasp with a conflicted love story.
Not for nothing did
Bargad and Peepul, among the most popular of Ficus trees, become so revered. Their
magnificence accounts for most of their fame. Stand in front of any of these
mighty trees, by the roadside or in the heart of the forest, if it doesn’t
inspire awe and wonder, I don’t know what will. In the past, before we built
skyscrapers, these trees rallied to reach for the skies, they were the tallest
edifices on the highest mountains. A gateway to heaven. A portal to unite with
the metaphysical dimension. It was only natural that we would associate with
them like we do with the cosmos.
A few yards from the
Peepul-Bargad companions stands another Peepul tree only a little shorter. It
also supports a Bargad which found its way like the former, and the Bargad, in
turn, supports another Ficus – Gacchi, growing from among the nooks and
crevices of its companion’s prop roots. Three constellations in one.
Female and male fig wasps (from Bargad) on the tip of the finger: these tiny pollinators help make some of the largest trees in the world. |
Just as the
constellations will move the skies – the Milky Way unite with Andromeda – so
will their earthly counterparts. In years to come, Gacchi, which is a strangler
fig, will perhaps outcompete Bargad, just as Bargad will entirely surround its
adopted parent tree. All this while, for eons to come, they will support many lives
that will come and go, providing anything they ask for. This is symbolic of a
term in ecology we associate with apex predators such as tigers: the keystone
species. In tropical forests, the Ficus is among the few tree species to hold
the biodiversity like the Sun to the planets. Indeed, in areas devoid of all
trees but the holy Ficus, they form a refuge for many invertebrate and
vertebrate fauna, offer shade to the bereaved, and a place of worship to those
who seek nirvana – a cornerstone for the union of natural and cultural
heritage.
Degraded ecosystems
are characterised by an irreversible loss of biodiversity. It takes an effort
of many-a-decade to bring back the lost sanctuary. As entities that support
life – from among the tiniest to the largest, fig trees may act as important stepping
stones. Fortunately, every geographic location in India has a specific
community of Ficus trees associated with it – it should be in our interest to
recruit them in restoration of degraded forests.
In unifying trees and
cosmos, I may be pulling strings a little too tight, but am I? The cosmos
implies a universe as a complex yet orderly system – the opposite of chaos – a
conscious entity. Trees are sentient entities bringing order to chaos. They
stand for mutualism, commensalism, competition, parasitism, but also for love
and collectivism, reining-in a system that appears inherently chaotic, bringing
unity to diversity.
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Ficus trees appearing
in the article:
1.
Anjeer (Ficus carica)
2.
Bargad (Ficus benghalensis)
3.
Dumar/ Cluster fig (Ficus racemosa)
4.
Gacchi (Ficus tinctoria)
5.
Katumbar (Ficus hispida)
6.
Karapatra
(Ficus exasperata)
7.
Peepul (Ficus religiosa)
8.
Peepli (Ficus arnottiana)
Absolute reading:
Krishen, P. 2013. Jungle trees of central India. Penguin. pp. 400.
Li, Z., Peng, Y., Wen, X., Jander, K C. 2016. Selective resource allocation may promote a
sex ratio in pollinator fig wasps more beneficial for the host tree. Nature Scientific Reports. 6. 35159(2016).
Ghara, M. and Borges, R. M. 2010. Comparative life-history traits in a
fig wasp community: implications for community structure. Ecological Entomology. 35(139–148). doi: 10.1111/j.1365-2311.2010.01176.x
Ghara, M., Kundanati, L., and Borges, R. M. 2011. Nature’s swiss army knives: ovipositor
structure mirrors ecology in a multitrophic fig wasp community. PLoS ONE. 6(8): e23642. doi:10.1371/journal.pone.0023642e
Hossaert-McKey, M., Proffit, M., Soler, C. C. L., Chen, C., Bessiere,
J-M., Schatz, B., and Borges, R. M. 2016. How to be a dioecious fig: Chemical mimicry
between sexes matters only when both sexes flower synchronously. Nature Scientific Reports. 6. 21236(2016).
Stoksad, E. 2017. ‘This is amazing!’ African elephants
may transport seeds farther than any other land animal. Science magazine. Retrieved from: https://science.sciencemag.org/
based on Bunney, K., Bond, W. J, and Henley, M. 2017.
Seed dispersal kernel of the largest surviving megaherbivore – the African
savanna elephant. BioTropica. 49(3). 395–401. https://doi.org/10.1111/btp.12423 - while
this study does not dwell upon fig consumption by elephants, they do consume
ripe figs given a chance, aiding in the dispersal of Ficus trees.
Sarusi, D. 10 Things Chimpanzees Eat. The Jane Goodall Institute of Canada.
Retrieved from: https://janegoodall.ca/
For more on fig and
fig wasp-related research in India: http://ces.iisc.ernet.in/renee/publications.html
All illustrations created for
representation purposes only and may differ in form, colour, or scale from live
specimens. Additional references for illustrations:
van Noort, S. & Rasplus, JY. 2019. Figweb: figs and fig wasps of the world. Retrieved from: www.figweb.org
van Noort, S. 2019. WaspWeb: Hymenoptera of the Afrotropical
region. Retrieved from:
www.waspweb.org
Armstrong, W. P. Botany 115 terminology: inflorescence
terminology part 2.
Retrieved from: https://www2.palomar.edu/users/warmstrong/index.htm
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