We were deep in the jungles of Bandipur; our jeep meandering gently along the dirt track. We had missed sighting the tiger narrowly as our driver had caught a glimpse of the king in the rear view mirror before it disappeared in the bushes. He drove the jeep in the direction where the tiger was expected to cross the track again. A sharp high pitched alarm call by a spotted deer just ahead of a curve gave us hope. The driver slowed down and around the bend, we came across a herd of deer. They were extremely alert and all looking intently in one direction. The alpha stag gave another alarm call and went on repeating the call at short intervals. It was almost as if the deer could sense that the tiger was near, very near. An in a flash, the king of the jungle appeared, walking out of the thick shrubbery. Now seeing a full grown tiger at close quarters in the wild is an experience which cannot be narrated in words. The majesty and mystique of the animal is as indescribable as the adrenaline high and the intense thrill experienced by the observer. But the wildlife photographer in me held my hands steady, the camera stable as I felt one with the magnificent beast in my viewfinder. The camera was an extension of my body and I felt a mystic connect with my subject. My right thumb on the back button of the camera kept the focus squarely on the tiger as the index finger squeezed the trigger and the camera recorded a series of images. Here are a few of those images for you.