On 26 March 2019, my name appeared in a newspaper for the third time, thanks to Mayank Austen Soofi! See the pic above.
I was completely swept off my feet when I saw the Delhiwala column of the Hindustan Times that day!
While sharing the news with my friends and well-wishers, I surprised myself by using a combination of words that was actually a Haiku!
This was what I wrote.
“My youngest poem Yellow Semals
Flew out of its nest today.
It’s in Hindustan Times, Delhi, today.”
I call this a Haiku of Joy….
It’s amazing to see what your camera forces you to notice…things that just slip by…Here are some of my latest Summer 2019 pics; all clicked in Delhi…
Tree Nipples…Noticed these yesterday, 7 April 2019, on the bark of a Semal Tree…
Fresh buds…Old wood trying to fly away…
Here is the link to my latest poem ‘Yellow Semals.’
It was inspired from an earlier blog post with the same name.
Here are some images that we Delhiwallahs always associate with Spring. Thank God, Spring 2019 is like what it was last year and the years gone by in my life…Who knows what it will be like in 3019…
I heard someone grumbling today about a Semal tree in my colony. “These big flowers are such a big nuisance. They keep falling all over the place. Someone may trip over them and fall.” An old man told me that MCD is trying to remove it as they consider it a safety hazard for the locals. It may fall any time. But many like him, he said, have protested and sent in several applications to stop them from removing it….
Only time will tell…Till then, let’s just enjoy life the way it is.
It is Spring now in Delhi. A poet’s delight. Flowers everywhere; even in those sooty, heavily polluted industrial patches of the city where flowers are the last thing on anyone’s mind.
The pic on the top is of a lane adjoining M.G Road Metro Station, right outside Beverley Park II Apartments. I call this road ‘Poppy Lane’ because these red and white poppies are its most striking feature. They look absolutely divine and ravishing. Whenever there is a breeze, they shake and bob their heads like Flamenco dancers and seem to be smiling merrily. A mere sight of them is enough to set your pulse racing with joy and forget your worries for a while.
Thanks to Poppy lane and its thoughtful gardeners, I am now one of those blessed ones who get the chance to grab a few moments of unalloyed happiness, peace, and tranquillity before getting sucked into another day of corporate turmoil.
Alas, this brief interlude will soon be over and these lovely poppies would disappear…Do visit them before they are gone…
Come Summer and the Champa trees on this lane would flaunt clumps of glorious white flowers. The road would then become The Frangipani Lane as named by the famous writer-blogger Mayank System Soofi in his Delhiwale column in The Hindustan Times on 15 August 2018. See the pic below.
Something like a much-loved child in a joint family with many pet names….