Ground Reality

O ther Day up with the lark,I was in Cubbon park in Bengaluru.fresh air and fragrance of flowers were bathing environs.    Magic hours of nature were about to commence with sun   rise.In dimly lit expanse of the sprawling park, I noticed a few young men,clad in winter clothings ,were engrossed in arranging cut flowers . they were gently handing flowers and buds while fixing them in twisted iron rings and large plates of mosses.    I was spell bound with myriad  variety of flowers of bright hues.fresh air was blowing  and chirping birds- surprisingly sparrows- were giving background music to the natures dance.   The absorbing early morning scenario left me confused whether to go for the brisk walk or quietly stand near bunch of flowers to breathe air and enjoy wafting fragrance.     The joy was short lived when it flashed suddenly in my mind that it is one such location where a budding takent was crushed wi...

It was a  breezy-cool evening in Bangalore on Nov 13,2015. On traffic choked streets,I was desperate to find a decent flower shop to purchase a bouquet. Time was fleeting ,but shops after shops were closed,may be because of the fact that it was late in the evening after three days Diwali festivities.I wanted to present nice flowers to Ujjawal and her newly married bride Kayleigh  at posh YMCA hall. After one and a half hour search ,I thought it is not feasible now.Chief Minister convoy was moving towards the venue so roads were senetised .I prayed and remembered Lord Krishna as usual though the driver had given up all hopes. Being an incorrigible optimist I told myself No,We will get it. As time passed ,I also felt disappointed after repeated futile bids to manage the one.To give a last try I waded through traffic jams and got down from the car to go inside the crowded city .It was getting late for the event for which I had specially flown from New Delhi that morni...