Never too late.

Today's Deccan Herald carried a story about a 48 year old beggar enrolled at the Rajasthan University Law college.
A domestic violence case booked against him by his wife saw him thrown out of the village by the landlords and the police case disrupted his M.A Sociology studies.Begging since '92 at the crack of dawn around the temples, he recently passed the entrance exam to study law and now attends classes in his beggar rags hoping to qualify as a lawyer.

The domestic violence case? No details about that.

Here I am looking at the spirit of an aging man - long years spent on the streets ,a police case haunting him,humiliated by begging( his own words in the article),estranged from his wife and 24 yr old son, still wanting to follow his dreams.
I take this as a lesson:
It is never too late to follow one's dreams.
Keep a steady focus no matter what mishaps mar your progress.

Isn't that a nice positive idea to begin one's day with?

White LEDs 'growing' in Lalbagh?

We try to walk inside Lalbagh at least once a week.Invariably ,after we enter the garden ,I find myself alone.My husband's long strides soon take him a good distance away.I can walk briskly too, but I can't keep pace unless I jog along.Anyway, I am tempted by the names of the trees written on the little plaques nailed to the rough barks ,and I stop often to read.Sometimes I will stand awhile under the long limbs of a giant and try to spot the owner of a sweet melody(I can identify quite some birds).

Trees from far away across the world with beautiful names,growing up in healthy greens and browns,filtering the sunlight into shades of mixed green and yellow ,look down kindly as I walk past.I love the feel of the rough bark against my palms.

The walk is also a good time to plan what I want to write that day.

Yesterday I strolled along the walking track that runs around the lake,on the last leg of my morning walk.The water moved like sheets of silver, the peaceful sight ,drawing me closer to the fence.I did not sight the family of ducks bobbing along gently like they usually do.The 7 a.m. sunshine is bright and cozy ,and it feels nice and warm on my face.
Suddenly I observe hundreds of white LEDs (Light emitting diodes) ,or what looks exactly like them (I know them from my days teaching Electronics),growing in clusters on the dry twisted creeper that still nestled against the fence.Catching the rays of the sun the little seeds glowed a pristine white.Nature having bestowed them little wings,they sat patiently on the twisted dead creeper waiting for the breeze that would send them on a journey to serve their next purpose in life.

White LED creeper (my name for this)

I brought home a tiny bunch to share this joy of discovery with you.

I look at it thoughtfully.
A lesson on  how we are meant to lead our lives: patient,purposeful and positive as we wait for the breeze that will carry us away to our final destination.