No, No, I am not talking about
the famous Cherry Blossom or sakura of Japan. I am talking about Cherry Blossom
in India. Then I must be dreaming.
No, I am not.
The Japanese Cherry Blossom is connected
to the Buddhist themes of mortality, mindfulness and living in the present. The
cherry blossom reminds us, to pay attention.
Travelling
to work daily through the same route, seeing the same scenes, knowing on which
turn, which cart will cross me. The hurdles in my path are the forever going on
repairing, construction work of roads, over bridges. I enjoy this daily routine
of travelling to work, to and fro through the same road. Though many people may
find this monotonous, but not me. The road through which I travel has still got
some green patches of trees left.
Gulmohar
is so rightly called as the Flame of the forest. But here it will have to survive
in a forest of concrete. The vibrant tree adapts itself so well even in poor
conditions, to endure and delight people with its bountiful beauty. Come
summers, the roadside and colony areas become green with the delicate, fern
like leaves of the Gulmohar. Filigree patterned, completely covered canopy of
light and dark green shades of leaves, dancing with excitement and playing with
the sunlight, happy that summer is here.
The
next week I find these pretty delicate looking Gulmohars which are in fact the
strongest to brave the scorching heat, the wrath of the summer sun, have sprouted
numerous buds, just as if waiting for a cue, for the sun to get even
mercilessly hot.
Oh! I tell you, how they love the
summer sun.
In
just a couple of days, what do I find? The green canopy of leaves is overshadowed
by the bright red, few whitish petals and the happy, gleeful Gulmohar is in
full bloom ! Magical,
mesmerizing. And it’s the same with every Gulmohar tree. I get to see so many
shades of red and orange. There can certainly be no painter in the world like
the Creator.
During
my early morning ride to work, when the roads have not yet been tread upon or
seen the continuous onslaught of vehicles, I may be the first few to drive on this
path. The
lanes are transformed. I get the feeling that I am a Princess, going in her
carriage and the boulevard is strewn with the enchanting glorious Gulmohars.
Their distinct, tangy scent filling the morning air. The
flowers falling down with a slight breeze, as if waiting to shower me with
their love and captivating beauty.
I look forward to my ride to work
every day to become a Princess and enjoy my very own sakura. Come summers, the
Gulmohars wait anxiously to bloom. Come summers I wait anxiously to enjoy my
very own Cherry Blossom. Reminding me to be mindful, to live in the present
moment, to pay attention. To be grateful for this beautiful, fleeting life and be
amazed at the beauty of Nature.
One
of these days, I am going to go to a park which has a huge Gulmohar tree and
lie down under it and let the flowers keep falling on me. Will enjoy its
enchanting beauty and let Kishore Kumar croon for me in the song from the movie
Devata.
Gulmohar gar tumhara naam
hota…..
Mausam-e-gul ko hasaana bhi,
hamara kaam hota.
Should
I change my name to Gulmohar?
Happy summers !
Happy my very own Gulmohar (Cherry)
Blossom !