Last of the Season

Once again there has been a long gap. The longest till now - more than two months. Longer than  the one I had in the middle of last year. The irony is that I have been writing consistently but have not been updating my blog. And it has been more than two months of not a single write-up - not even random thoughts, no lament either about the level of corruption, the Japanese tsunami and the nuclear catastrophe, the murder of environment, the skewed-up development processes...

So, I have finally decided to update. Not with a write-up but with photos - seems photography is becoming an activity, which I have been consistent thinking about and  practicing. So, here come some flower shots taken today in the diminishing romance of spring. Now being steadily replaced by the domineering heat of  the summer, which even though in its infancy has made its impact felt. I wonder if we will get baked in a matter of a couple of months.

 
The  flowers have been withering away, but  I managed to catch a few of the healthier variety despite their withering motions. It was not even planned - just that I happened to find myself in a small passionately-managed garden and I had my camera alongside me. I also had my new lens which I put to good use in the garden. Enjoy the flowers from the lawns of the Constitution Club, the heart of Delhi, on a day when a perfectly-timed, heat seeking Wikileaks cable hit the Indian Parliament with the intensity of an American nuke.

The timing of the Wikileaks story could not have been more apt. For India, it came at a time when corruption has now become a regular beat for reporters just as agriculture or defence are. There is so much happening on this beat that now the media should seriously think of assigning a full time reporter to cover corruption.

In the global context, it came exactly at the time when Japan is facing a nuclear holocaust which is a runaway reminder of not only history's, and indeed Japan's, first nuclear bombing but also of the Chernobyl disaster.

For India, the Japanese nuclear meltdown and the helplessness of the mighty Japanese despite their nuclear prowess gives added teeth to the protestors of the proposed Jaitapur Nuclear Plant about which the Indian Government is so stubbornly hopeful of erecting. On the other hand, it also reminds us of the Boxing Day Tsunami which hit the South East and South Asian nations in 2005 and  whose waves almost touched the feet of our own nuclear power plant on the south Indian coastline.

Oh oh oh, seems my thoughts have led me astray from my original topic(s) - not writing, not updating, flowers, photography and the receeding spring. So, coming back to flowers... time to enjoy them before they beat a hasty retreat to the scorching sun.