Whenever I move on to a new company, I always make it a point to click all the photos of the surrounding landscape in the beginning itself; because that’s the time when the bliss and peace in your heart gets transferred to the pics and the effect you achieve is absolutely amazing. Later on, when the negativity of office politics and work overload begin to seep into your system, the last thing you want to do is click photos of a hopeless place. The sooner you quit, the better it is…
Here are some of these pics…
White Hibiscus, a very uncommon variety. I never saw one before. You usually see the colored ones.
Red Hibiscus, quite common, but gorgeous all the same…
A collection of red roses in the pantry…
A crane-like bird. I don’t know its name yet.
And now some pics that will always be my favorites. I clicked them when I was on my way home in the evening. They reminded me of Robert Frost’s famous lines, “The woods are lovely, dark, and deep/But I have promises to keep/And miles to go before I sleep/Miles to go before I sleep….
I recently planted two Lobia seeds into a flower pot lying idle in my balcony. I got a pleasant surprise a few days later when two tiny green plants raised their heads through the brown soil. I wasn’t sure whether they would survive.
Well, not only did they survive, they turned into two individuals with distinct personalities of their own. I have named them Mukesh and Anil.
When the cool drops of rain fall on their big, green leaves, they remain erect and continue to stand proudly with their heads held high .
While Mukesh, the one on the left in the above pic, continues to spread aggressively, sprouting more and more stems and leaves, Anil is more focused on producing flowers which will subsequently drop and give birth to more lobia beans.
Mukesh probably has a long term plan and may even suffocate Anil to death while Anil is only concentrating on the present and trying to do its best under the peculiar circumstances it is caught in. Anil faces a threat from the ants too. They have already started nibbling its flowers.
Which approach is better and who will be more successful? Death is inevitable, but who will go first? Only time will tell…
Copyright: Jasbir Chatterjer
We Delhiites have much to be delighted about in 2017. Monsoon has begun earlier this time; in June, instead of last week of July or first week of August as in previous years. So we didn’t have to bear the sweltering heat of summer for too long.
Here are some photos.
A rainbow inside a car showroom! Can you imagine that? I never saw anything like this before during my last 13 years in the automobile industry.
My walk to the Metro station on my way to work on 23 May 2017 had something new and exciting in store for me; an Amaltas tree; a tree that Mayank Austen Soofi, my favorite writer and blogger, often writes about. I considered it my great fortune that day to have discovered one right inside my neighborhood!
It looked so gorgeous with its abundant golden yellow flowers in full bloom! A mere sight of it lifted me from the pall of gloom that had been over me for the past so many days. I could not help stopping by for a few moments to feast my eyes on this ravishing sight. Just below the tree, there was a yellow carpet formed by the fallen Amaltas flowers. I had a strong temptation to cross the fence and sit on it…
Just in case you are wondering if I reached office on time that day, well, yes, I did, quite miraculously indeed, in spite of so many obstacles, a stuck metro, a traffic jam, and aafreshly water logged road right outside the office building.
Here are some pics I clicked during those guilty moments near the Amaltas tree…
Monday, 8 May 2017, turned out to be a super special day for my family! It made me glow happily, like the moon basking in the glory of a shining star.
While the hot, orange-yellow sun blazed outside in a clear, blue sky over the dazzling, golden-yellow Amaltas flowers, my husband Sukhangshu presented a program inside the Jamia Millia University premises on the occasion of Tagore’s 156th birth anniversary celebration. I was pleasantly surprised to see that most of the audience too were dressed in yellow!
In his soft, gentle voice, Sukhangshu talked about Tagore’s famous stories ‘The Kabuliwala,’ ‘Tota Kahini,’ and ‘Homecoming’ to a spellbound audience, which included my 21-year-old daughter Suroshri and me.
For Sukhangshu, this event was another feather in his cap, worth cherishing all through his life, because getting invited to speak on Tagore in a reputed University like Jamia Millia is by itself a big sign of recognition for the work he has done till date in theater and theater education in schools.
The program was interactive in nature. The participants wore bright yellow tops, T-shirts, and kurtas in keeping with Tagore’s ideas on beauty of nature. Somewhere in the middle of the program, while Sukhangshu took a break, a group of children performed a dance based on Rabindra Sangeet, a collection of songs and music composed by Tagore. They looked very cute. If Tagore had been present that day, I am sure he would have been very happy too.
In the end, Sukhangshu was gifted a lovely momento made by the children of Aseem- Asha Foundation.
Just before we left, we were shown around the arts gallery by the organizer Aseem Asha Usman himself and the artist kids who created those lovely paintings and photographs. All the works on display were inspired from Tagore’s works. It was really amazing to find so many talented, young people under the same roof.
Here are some photos I clicked that day.
Program banner: These were placed all over the place. Sukhangshu is in 3rd row, 1st pic.
Here, Sukhangshu is talking about Tagore’s story on education, ‘Tota Kahini.’ The children made the session lively by singing a few lines in chorus from Sukhangshu’s Hindi adaptation of this story.
Sukhangshu, in the backdrop of paintings and photographs…
Organizer Aseem Asha Usman
The children, performing Rabindra Sangeet nritya.
An excerpt of a page of the program booklets distributed among the audience.
And now the momento ceremony…
Outside the auditorium, as we walked out…
Flowers are flowers/Will always be flowers/Pretty little things/that add zing, that special something/in our lives…These lines are now in a poem in poemhunter.com. Click here: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-touch-of-flowers/