The Adenium flowers (Desert Rose) are appearing again in Delhi. They blossom only when the season changes; when summer changes to monsoon, when monsoon yields to winter, and when winter gives way to summer…
Just the other day, I noticed these orange-colored flowers blooming over a house. They looked absolutely ravishing and their color seemed to match with the orange of the setting sun. I still don’t know their name though.
I hope Mayank Austen Soofi, my favorite blogger, writes about them very soon. His is generally the last word on any subject because he always puts so much thought, emotion, and poetry into everything he writes that nothing more needs to be written on it.
Withered Petals have a strange fascination, don’t they? Several years ago, I had written a poem with the same name, “The Withered Petals.”
Read it by clicking here…http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-withered-petals/
I clicked this pic today. It seems to match very well with today’s Classic Poem of the Day on Poemhunter.com, A Moth the hue of this, by Emily Dickinson.
A Moth The Hue Of This
A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature’s Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.
Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.
On second thoughts, this pic I clicked yesterday looks more appropriate, because of the phrase ‘Reddest Second.’
I look forward to my official visits these days to BCP (Bhikaji Cama Place), New Delhi, adjoining Safdarjung Enclave – because it gives me the chance to indulge myself in my latest passion, photography.
If you look around here with the eyes of a nature lover, you will find an interesting angle in every corner with a rich, sensuous appeal because of the lush greenery surrounding it and the pink and creamish-yellow colour of the buildings. During spring, this place gets embellished further with the blossoms of Semal and Bougainvillea flowers.
Delhi has many other commercial complexes, e.g., Rajendra Place, Nehru Place, Ranjit Nagar, just to name a few. The one at Rajendra Place has a little lake too. But I find none of them as pretty as BCP.
BCP is, in fact, a photographer’s delight and not many are even aware of it! It could be because office-goers are generally engrossed with so many other things, office politics, work targets, career problems, job security, family issues, etc, etc. Like me when I was younger.
Out of curiosity, I recently looked up the history of BCP in Google. This was what I found. 1. It was built by the DDA (Delhi Development Authority) in the 80s over an area of 35 acres. 2. A recent survey done by Svayam – National Centre for Inclusive Environments had this to say , “Today the complex has become a symbol of utter disdain for public property and lack of maintenance and is in shambles. Though it stands in the heart of South Delhi, the complex today exposes the apathy of the administration.”
I found the survey findings very shocking and disappointing!
Anyway, let’s keep aside the survey and walk together through these pics. They are just 2 months old. Do they match with Svayam’s description?
No one is a born leader. People become leaders only after passing through fire day in and day out and unceasingly hearing the whispers of their hardened stems, angry rumbles of their ever-thirsty roots, and painful sighs of the fallen ones.
Like this young Adenium flower bud. See how confidently it raises its head against all odds, far away from its merry siblings on the top….
Just like lotus flowers in a murky pond, Semal flowers are now in full bloom in the drab and polluted Mayapuri Industrial Area. Yesterday, I took a few minutes off from work and clicked some pics. Here, take a look. Looking at these pretty images helps in staying calm when the going gets tough. As I mentioned in Facebook too, this post is inspired from Mayank Austen Soofi’s numerous posts on this lovely tree which blooms in the brief Spring season in Delhi…
Photos: Jasbir Chatterjee
Thank God, Spring 2016 is on time in Delhi. That too, as per the usual pattern, soft, soothing, balmy, slightly windy at times, and of course, flowery, with clear, blue skies. Not like the preceding season of winter, which was quite whimsical and absent-minded this time, thanks to the global warming.
Wherever you are in Delhi, you will find love, beauty, and a riot of colors everywhere. The mating birds, new nests coming up, the evergreen bougainvillea, and the short-lived Semal are all part and parcel of this lovely, miraculous season.
The magenta-colored wild flowers with little threads, I still don’t know their name, can be seen in full bloom all over the pavements and road dividers these days. They were there in summer too, but their number seems to have increased. I remember quite clearly that 2 years ago many of these places were bare and dusty and often one would find drug addicts and beggars sprawled here in a very filthy condition. I like to think that it is because of Kejriwal and AAP. In some respects at least, they seem to be working quietly and determinedly…
Anway, friends, I guess it’s better to stay away from the gutter of politics and look at the world around us with the eyes of an artist; Let’s enjoy the season of spring as Tagore would have, had he been still alive; eat, pray, dance, sing, fall in love, or whatever that catches our wild fancies…Spring 2016 is not going to be here for too long…
Take a look at these pics that I clicked on Valentine’s Day eve till 16 Feb.16.
You don’t need to go to fancy destinations to click beautiful pics. You can make them anywhere, wherever you are. I realized this yesterday while walking on my way to a grocery store on a relaxed Sunday. I have lived in this place for almost 32 years, but for the first time in my life I ‘saw’ with my inner eye certain things that I never noticed earlier. With my heart beating fast, I captured these views through my mobile phone. Here they are….
- Special House (not mine!): See how the network of wires, potted plants, and little, peeping roses give this house such a cute, lively look!
2. Special Flower: I got this pic by poking my mobile phone through an iron railing.