Natural history is the cornerstone of ecology from time immemorial. Anyone who been intrigued by some naturally occurring phenomena would agree that observing ecological systems or organisms in their natural settings is both incredibly challenging and, equally rewarding. Surely, there is also a subtle something about being out in the wilderness which drives a naturalist. Is it the satisfaction of seeing momentary truths? Is it the thrill in acquiring an intimate knowledge of the mysterious ways in which nature works? Is it the tranquility of the wild, away from the chaos and madness of our city life? Is it a quest for adventure? Or, an overzealous enthusiasm bordering crazy? I will take this opportunity with you all to look at a part of my life when I got on to the roof of the planet—the forest canopy. We shall briefly examine some of the aforementioned aspects and by doing so, I hope to shed light on how natural history has continued to shape my career as a biologist; assuage any feelings of “having taken the wrong turn” and, punch above my weight to draw out the field biologist in you.