Category Archives: Flora

Brave Dahlia

Brave flowers

Dahlia flowers…painting the town red in spite of such a chilly weather here in Delhi…December 2019…

A Cocoon Of Joy – A Movie – By Jasbir Chatterjee

Google Photos gave me a pleasant surprise yesterday (4 January 2019), my day off from work.

They made a movie out of my photos that I clicked that day and sent it to me for saving in my library. It looked so good, an evidence of a day well spent, as in a Jane Austen novel (my great grand neice Alia’s 7th birthday, a walk through a park, sunbathing in the balcony, etc, etc).

I never thought that the photos I created without giving much thought to it would turn into something so wonderful. Well, it proves that movies needn’t always be larger-than-life, doesn’t it?

With wars, calamities, and bloodshed all over the globe and Trump and Iran threatening to go to war, blissful images like these give you a niggling feeling of living in a quiet, cosy cocoon that may burst anytime…

Here is the YouTube link: https://youtu.be/DS1avSHzbVw

Enjoy…

Going Mustard…

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Winter is on in Delhi these days at full blast. Mustard leaves (Sarson) are easily available in the market now. I plucked these flowers from the bunch I bought yesterday for making Sarson-ka-sag, a North Indian delicacy that tastes best when had with Makki roti. The buds too are beginning to flower. What joy!

Are, Chaddi Pehen Ke Phool Khila Hai!

I got a pleasant surprise today morning (23 December 2019) when I saw this Aloe Vera plant. It held aloft its long stalk of lovely, pink flowers with great pride!

It reminded me of the popular Hindi song ‘Are, Chaddi Pehen Ke Phool Khila hai’ from the TV serial Jungle Book -Mowgli. Its literal meaning is ‘Wow, the flower is blooming with its underwear on!’

The song was created by Bollywood’s lyricist Gulzar and music director Vishal Bhardwaj.

Winter Flowers

Winter is always such a dull, grey, depressing thing, isn’t it? Chills, fog, mist, sore throats, cough, and a lot of discomfort. But in spite of all this, your day isĀ  made when you find lovely flowers hanging from the trees and balconies in the midst of all this like jewelry with the sun light streaming through the gaps between branches and leaves. It feels great to be alive…Here are some pics…

 

 

 

Post Diwali Hangover – A Poem

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For a Delhiite,
A post Diwali hangover means
Smudged rangolis,
Dried up flower petals,
Dewy mornings,
Cloudy skies,
Sore throats,
Congested chests,
While Lord Ganesha looks on,
Nonchalantly,
As we prepare for another harsh winter ahead…

The Vicious Circle, A Poem

In ones, twos, threes,
Little groups,
They fell,
Into the lap of their Maker;
Still looking gorgeous…
Grieved, missed
By their loved ones
Still left on the tree…

Who knows;
Certainly not those
Innocent flowers,
Where their Maker
Will throw them into next;
what permutation,
which combination.

Inside a book,
Or around a temple idol’s neck,
In a woman’s hair,
Or in a flower seller’s basket,
In a brothel or a home
A tulip, orchid, or a rose,
A dog, cat, bird, reptile, or a human.