Gulmohar Road, Vile Parle West…. 10.02.2012
Gulmohar fascinates me with its beautiful phoenix red colour change in May.
Month of May with the first rain brings the blissful blossoms of Gulmohar, reincarnating with all vigour and passion where all the branches unify in a divine symphony appositely aided by the chirpy bee-eaters and squirmy squirrels. We have seen much unparalleled warmth triggered by the first drizzle from we-who-at-the-mercy-of-mother-earth; mayflies displaying their momentary delight of gaining the feathers, frogs croaking fervently for more rain, smiley headed mushrooms waking up in crops from long hibernations.. etc. But nothing as optimistic and supremely promising like the blooms of Gulmohar, where she forgets to convert even a single bud to a leaf. Had she been cynical and grouchy about the radical climatic whims, she would have been premonitory and reserved; and would have thought of adding some chlorophyll to feed her in future.. If she were a human, she would have aptly positioned on a mother’s seat.
Yes, she heralds the glory of breath-taking Mumbai Monsoons. Auspiciously showering flowers for the gods to bless for her annual sacred immersion to purify her by washing off from all the sins humanity offers, weariness and boredom of sedentary life, she stands with all gratitude and affection. Is she an avtar of Mother earth herself?
With the arrival of landscaped mango stalls on the walkways, the scenic beauty of Gulmohar road is incredible. By the time I reach the park, I would have started singing along with her, at almost a higher tone than at the start devouring all the positive vibes. Just like the Gulmohar waits for rains, revived from my moodiness, I used to wait for her for long 4 years on Fridays at this Joggers park concrete seat. My hopes, dreams and wishes were all covered by red petals, at times moist with the heart felt trickles.
Thank you Shijith George for the Pictures :)
Gulmohar fascinates me with its beautiful phoenix red colour change in May.
As a teenager, flat down by a note emotionally, I used to stroll through the walkways towards Joggers Park, with beautifully juxtaposed paver blocks on either side of Gulmohar road in some Friday evenings.
Withered by the scorching heat of summer, losing all leaves to the ruthless nature’s caprice, I used to wonder whether these trees will die this year. Banners hung on many branches, posters on the bark, smeared with bird droppings; most trees had a modern look of early Mumbai suburban developments. I have seen at least 12 trees on either side, neatly planted by some person with a worthy will, in front of whom I wish to bow my head. The first one of it grows from the walls of Shamu kaka’s paan beedi wala shop which actually is an illegal encroachment into the walkway. A small wooden berth attached to the bark holds the entire paan items in display. Contrary to the first, the last one stands at much pride at the entrance of the Jogger’s park as a king who leads many flowering shrubs in the garden inside. With a concrete bench for the evening walkers to relax before they head off to home, all would have enjoyed a few minutes of her cooling shadows and cordiality.
Month of May with the first rain brings the blissful blossoms of Gulmohar, reincarnating with all vigour and passion where all the branches unify in a divine symphony appositely aided by the chirpy bee-eaters and squirmy squirrels. We have seen much unparalleled warmth triggered by the first drizzle from we-who-at-the-mercy-of-mother-earth; mayflies displaying their momentary delight of gaining the feathers, frogs croaking fervently for more rain, smiley headed mushrooms waking up in crops from long hibernations.. etc. But nothing as optimistic and supremely promising like the blooms of Gulmohar, where she forgets to convert even a single bud to a leaf. Had she been cynical and grouchy about the radical climatic whims, she would have been premonitory and reserved; and would have thought of adding some chlorophyll to feed her in future.. If she were a human, she would have aptly positioned on a mother’s seat.
Yes, she heralds the glory of breath-taking Mumbai Monsoons. Auspiciously showering flowers for the gods to bless for her annual sacred immersion to purify her by washing off from all the sins humanity offers, weariness and boredom of sedentary life, she stands with all gratitude and affection. Is she an avtar of Mother earth herself?
With the arrival of landscaped mango stalls on the walkways, the scenic beauty of Gulmohar road is incredible. By the time I reach the park, I would have started singing along with her, at almost a higher tone than at the start devouring all the positive vibes. Just like the Gulmohar waits for rains, revived from my moodiness, I used to wait for her for long 4 years on Fridays at this Joggers park concrete seat. My hopes, dreams and wishes were all covered by red petals, at times moist with the heart felt trickles.
Thank you Shijith George for the Pictures :)
