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Professional Honeymoon

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.

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Red Hibiscus, quite common, but gorgeous all the same…

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A collection of red roses in the pantry…

A crane-like bird. I don’t know its name yet.

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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….

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An Ugly Pigeonling

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On 23 April 2017, a Sunday, while I was unhurriedly putting washed clothes on the railing of our balcony to dry, a teenage boy shouted from the balcony opposite to ours, “Aunty, look! A pigeon is stuck in the window behind you. Please open it or else he will die!

Alarmed, I turned around to see. Yes, he was right. A pigeon was there indeed. But he was not stuck as the window was half open. We keep it that way all the time to let fresh air circulate. That’s how it must have entered there in the first place, I thought.

On looking closely, I observed that it was huddled in a corner. It was probably very sick and unable to fly. That could be the reason why it chose to hide behind the window to prevent itself from being easy prey to the fat cats jumping around.

I turned around again and shouted to the young boy watching me.

“No, the pigeon is not stuck inside the window, Beta. He is actually leaning against it. He is not well, it seems, and if I open the window, it might fall on the ground. So I am letting it stay the way it is.”

From the expression on the boy’s face, I could see that he was as puzzled as I was. But he nodded and remained silent.

When all my clothes were spread out outside, I picked up the empty bucket and went back inside. I now had new worrisome thoughts nibbling away at the back of my mind…If the pigeon doesn’t eat or drink anything today, it might die… Last year too, there was a similar tragedy in my home… A pigeon’s nest had fallen down from behind a big framed photograph on the wall and an egg had fallen out of it. A cat had broken the egg and in its attempt to lick the yolk, it had spattered it all over the staircase…

I suddenly heard a loud flapping of wings. It must be the pigeon, I thought, trying to fly away. My daughter Nanni and I ran outside to see. No, it was not gone yet. It had merely changed its position. It was now on the other side of the window, huddled same way as before, shrinking in fear.

I exclaimed, “Maybe it is old and about to die.”

Nanni said, “No, it is, I think, a small baby. I saw him yesterday. He was much smaller. He looks bigger today.”

“His parents probably disowned him because of his ugly looks and odd behavior. His brothers and sisters have all flown away while he, a poor guy, is still hovering around, still not able to enter adulthood and independence. If he doesn’t want to be gobbled up, he has to take some initiative.”

And then it occurred to me that he, (like Nanni, I also assumed that he must be male), must be very thirsty and hungry. I brought a cup of water and let the water touch its beak. He remained unmoved and didn’t seem to want anything. Well, he really must be very, very sick, I told myself with a fast beating heart, and I wondered if history was going to repeat itself this year…Perhaps I should consult some veterinary doctor about him, I thought.

Feeling helpless, I returned inside to focus on other pending tasks awaiting my attention.

A few minutes later, I heard the same flapping sound again. I rushed out to see what was happening. This time, to my great joy, the pigeon was sitting on the edge of the balcony, poised to fly!

I picked up the cup of water and placed it close to it, just in case it felt like having a sip or two before taking off.

A second later, he was gone, the cup of water untouched, while the potted plants looked on as passive spectators…

Best of luck, Bholuram, my dear Pigeonling! I hope that you turn into the most handsome pigeon in the whole universe very soon…

Here are some more pics…

Pic 1: This was how he looked when I saw him for the first time in my life…

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Pic 2: Getting ready to take off…

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Pic 3: Going, going, going…

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Pic 4: Gone!…

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Note for the reader: The blisters on the pigeon’s beak and feet are probably due to a viral infection that is contagious. To stop it spreading to other birds, the affected bird has to be quarantined. But this is not possible for free birds. This infection, however, is not fatal and birds generally recover from this on their own. I got these facts after I did a Google search. I would love to read your comments on this post.

 

Highway Beauties

Somewhere on NH24, near Ghaziabad, a town in Uttar Pradesh, there are several Bougainvillea plants with flowers of different colors, magenta, orange, and white. They look glorious and their colors seem to get brighter when the morning sun light falls on them. Their presence on the highway adds a special touch and cheers you up. I noticed this recently on my way to work. May God bless the gardeners who planted these lovely shrubs…

I don’t know for how long these flowers are going to be around because soon the harsh summer would take over and destroy them completely till the next season.

Here are the pics.

Beauty At Different Stages

Each stage of life has a beauty and charm of its own. Here are some examples…

1. My Mom, in 1965 and in 2016…

 

2. My parents, 1965, newly married, and  in 2016 on their 52nd anniversary…

 

3. Two different Bougainvillea plants, one young, the other old and still quite sturdy…

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Dressed-Up Sunset

I love photography for 2 reasons.

One, it’s a short-cut to drawing and painting. With just a click of a button, you can capture what your mind’s eye sees and you don’t have to spend months trying to achieve that enigmatic something, something like Dorian Gray or a Mona Lisa, for instance.

Another reason is the feeling of liberation that photography as an art gives you. You can very conveniently capture only those things you find beautiful and blot out the ugly ones.

For so many months I had been trying to capture the beauty of the setting sun at Uttam Nagar red light, West Delhi, near a busy, narrow road that leads to Hastsal. This spot is generally very crowded and chaotic. It’s very close to a big, wide, open, black, dirty pool of stagnant sewer line and a big pile of debris and garbage is always there on one side of the road.  It’s very difficult and risky to stand here since vehicles keep passing and all kinds of criminals (pickpockets, jewellery and mobile phone snatchers,  drug addicts, alcoholics, etc, hang around here looking for easy targets.

Take a look at these pics. These were the initial ones.

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Here are the improved pics with the ugly spots cropped out…

 

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