20 February, 2017

The Story of a Seed

It was a visiting Sunday - six years ago at the Poorna Prajna School, Sangameshwarpet. As usual, all the hostelers were waiting for their parents and the goodies they would bring from home.

While walking through the tree - lined path, I saw this eight year old boy. His parents had not yet arrived, and he was whiling his time by striking a young tree with a stick. The moment he realised that I was walking towards him, the boy threw the stick and ran away....some basic instinct must have warned him!!
Well...... I didn't spoil his day by chasing him and giving him the sermon he deserved!

As I removed the stick from the pathway, I realised that the boy had broken it recently from the powder-puff shrub nearby. While putting the stick out of the way, I found that it carried a seed pod. I decided to save it, and then, forgot all about it......

Till about three years ago, the seed pod was lying forgotten in an unused compartment in my handbag.   Even though I knew that seeds do not sprout after more than an year, I took a chance. Because, well... one can never be sure about these things!

Not-so surprisingly, one of the 5-6 seeds did sprout! And, today, it flowered for the first time - giving me a few moments of reminiscence!

Powder-puff Flower

18 November, 2016

Looking for bliss

These are turbulent times - easily, the worst in my over two score years of existence. There is impatience, unrest, vehement pro/ anti news & views - here, there and everywhere! Often, I have wished that I could live far away from all of this - somewhere in a cave under the deepest sea!

On second thoughts, I could settle for transforming myself into a child again!

 Thoughts that came to me yesterday when I passed by these children on my way elsewhere...

Schools in Karnataka were shut yesterday - for Kanaka Jayanti. These kids had spent their morning making a small cart of sorts, using old bicycle tyres and sticks. They were on their way to the periphery of the forest nearby to collect firewood. When I caught them, they were thoroughly enjoying the tough time the calf tied to the yoke was giving them! It was quite obvious that he was in no mood to pull a cart on a  sunny afternoon.

 After appreciating their cart and exchanging a few pleasantries, I waved my byes to them. As I watched the receding team, I wished I was one of them. The calf.....for, he had his way!!

13 November, 2016

7-Year Blogiversary!

The year between the sixth and the seventh b'day of Alter Idem has simply flown by! I could manage only three posts in between. And, I am yet to score my century! 

I have noticed that it is not ONLY me. Most of the blogs that I follow have been going through this inactive, rarely- updated phase. No doubts.... we have been charmed by the likes of Facebook, Whatsapp, etc!

Speaking for myself, social media has also reduced the quality time I used to keep aside for reading - something that I'm realising now, when I have to come up with an interesting short story for the birthday post.  Thank goodness, my resolution for the anniversary post is to share a story that has stayed with me long after I have read it!

This year, I'll share a lesser known story from the Indian mythology - of how a tree came into existence.
I had read this story in a book called 'Brahma's Hair' by Maneka Gandhi. The book is a collection of myths and stories from all over the country - of about thirty sacred plants and trees, along with some historic and botanical details. 

One day, aeons ago, Indra, the king of the Devas, craved for Soma - the intoxicating brew consumed by the Devas. Unfortunately, Indra's pantry had run out of  Soma, and his orchard did not have the vine from which the drink was made. Now, this vine grew exclusively in a garden belonging to the Moon, and it was heavily guarded.
To ensure an unending supply of the drink, Indra decided to steal the vine, and a celestial bird was  commissioned to perform the task. In a surgical strike of sorts, the bird succeeded in catching the sentries off-guard and flew away with the vine.
One of the sentries though, recovered quick enough to shoot an arrow at the flying bird. The arrow missed the bird. But, it struck the vine, and one of the leaves from the vine fell to the earth. This leaf grew to be the Palash tree.

I do not know if some kind of a drink is brewed from any part of the Palash tree.....
 For the unfamiliar, here's a picture of the Palash Tree from my surroundings. During late winter - early spring, it lives up to its English name - Flame-of-the-forest.



15 August, 2016

The Spirit of I-Day

Like every year, it was a cold, rainy Independence Day morning here.

Like every year, at 8.00 a.m., I heard the drums and the other instruments of at least three school bands.

Like every year, it was my cue to take my position by the gate.

Like every year, I watched as the school kids and the teachers passed by - braving the rain and the puddles, walking in step, shouting patriotic slogans - the drummers and the trumpeters playing something random and ubiquitous!

Like every year, after they were gone, I turned indoors with one picture of the receding parade.

Like every year, I stepped into my home feeling an inexplicable cheer - for, THIS, more than the speeches, the messages, the renditions of patriotic songs,... keeps my patriotic spirits high on August 15th!!    

26 April, 2016

Draupadi's Garland

Last June, I had promised a sequel to this post. What I hadn't expected was that I would be back with my update in less than an year!!

Starting from where I had stopped.......

Last monsoon, this branch, with lots of wild orchid plants had landed near our gate from the tree across the road, and, I had decided to experiment with them..

As planned, I had potted a couple, placed one on a shrub in our garden and had left the remaining on the branch itself.

Until February, i.e., for about 8 months, they were looking exactly like how I had transferred/ let them be.  By mid - February, when the weather turned warm, the ones on the branch withered away. I was planning on keeping the branch until the end of the monsoon this year. But, before I could tell him, Chandrappa, my latest gardening help had thrown the branch away....

 The ones that I had placed on the Allamanda shrub have developed new roots and are showing signs of flowering. Of course, thanks to my earlier experience I'm  quite sure that sooner or later, these will flower.

Now, I wish I had placed more on other shrubs, leaving only one or two on that ill-fated branch!

 The first results of my experiment, however, have come from the ones I had planted in a pot - could be because I have provided them with some extra care (coconut water and some tea residue on a monthly basis).
 Now, orchids are planted in pots that have holes all over, in order  to aerate the roots. Pieces of bricks and charcoal, not sand/ soil, is used as the medium for growth.  

Around the last week of March, the plant had these tiny yellow flowers... totally different from the flowers in my earlier post. As there are very few flowers, I think I can safely refer to these as Draupadi danDe and the earlier ones as Seeta danDe.

 You know, quite coincidentally, the yellow orchids look very similar to the only other potted orchid in our garden!

The Story of a Seed

It was a visiting Sunday - six years ago at the Poorna Prajna School, Sangameshwarpet. As usual, all the hostelers were waiting for their pa...