Once upon a time knowledge was power, but, now, it turns out that sharing of knowledge is not only power, but a blessing too
Two months back i was talking to a childhood friend over phone . (Let us call him Mr.X .) He was recuperating from viral fever . In between our exchanges , he casually referred to a jaw pain he had along with his other symptoms . I had read somewhere that lower jaw pain was a symptom of heart disease which many were unaware of . I passed the information to him and requested him to go for a check-up . Though he registered the fact, he never did a check-up. Period.
A few weeks later another friend rang me up at an odd hour and broke the news that Mr.X suffered a heart attack .
Mr.X had a 90% blockage . He underwent angioplasty . And is safe now .
A week later Mr.X rang me up. He told me that had i not mentioned to him about the seriousness of the lower jaw pain, maybe, he wouldn't have thought of going to the hospital .
Last February i bought a Pomegranate plant, a grafted one. Though half a feet in height it had beautiful red blossoms. In the hope of harvesting a couple of fruits, in a few months time, i brought it home.
My hopes fell apart............... when... one by one the flowers dropped. I tried my best to protect the plant. But the flowers couldn't withstand the Hyderabad summer and their new abode - my balcony which turns into a furnace during summer.
To my delight, the plant survived the summer and a new batch of buds appeared. Buds turned to beautiful red blooms. I anxiously waited for the flowers to develop into fruits. Tch ! Tch ! the flowers 'floored' once again.
There was no green-thumb around, so i turned to Google. And discovered that the non- fruition was due to the absence of pollinators - bees, butterflies etc. When we first came to stay in this place there was an abundance of bees and bee-hives. The human invasion has forced them to leave the area - lock , stock and barrel. What next? To Google once more....There i came across hand - pollination. With the newly acquired knowledge i waited for the next batch of blooms.
And when the buds appeared i was ready with my brush. As soon as the buds burst into blooms, my brush did the job of the pollinator.
I waited with bated breath. In a few days i saw the result. There was a slight bulge below the calyx.
The pomegranates developed a blush in winter.
Getting Started ! How? When ? What?
The mundane and bizarre pops up
In a flash, goes fast forward
Confusion ,everything fizzes
Nothing sticks to my mind
Oops !
View fades ,Thoughts cloud
Then everything goes kaput
Oh Oh !
Now What?
A big blank !
This the way to get started ??
For me it is
The calm comes after the storm
And i get started.
