12/09/2025
Where The Wild Beings Are
Words and Image by Deborah Dutta |
Every now and then, I find myself becoming a w**d. Having never lived in a place long enough to grow permanent roots, I make peace with whatever each habitat has to offer. Yet, in a world curdling with mistrust and parochial speciesism, the label of ‘otherness’ doesn’t take long to form. The parallels between manicured lawns, monocultures and societal intolerance are hard to miss. But w**ds resist simple definitions, boundaries and rules. A plant in the wrong place at the wrong time finds itself labelled a w**d. However, who gets to decide the right place and time? Weeds embody histories of a land, that those in power would rather have us forget. More-than-human scribes provide more authentic accounts. Species of wild Amaranthus, termed as the infamous ‘pigw**d’ owing to its resistance to ever-growing concentrations of w**dicides, is thought to be the bane of modern farming. But its resistance is a response to the poison poured over the land as a survivor testifying against the crimes it has witnessed. Its range spread in parallel to the application of potent w**dicides. The irony lies in the fact that Amaranthus seeds have much higher protein content than other widely consumed cereals like conventional wheat, rice or maize. Many ancient cultures regarded the plant as part of their staple diet. Yet, here we are, an amnesic generation relying on chemical companies telling us what to eat by discarding nutritional crops in favour of animal feed.
Excerpt from Personal Essay | Magazine Issue 03
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Deborah Dutta is an educator with a deep interest in the interconnections between ecology and well-being. Her work has been published in Humans and Nature, Current Conservation and RoundGlass Sustain. An avid gardener, she enjoys collecting seeds, stories and recipes.