Bauhinia

Morning went for a chat to Lokmanya Bal Gangadhar Udyan of BMC; the well grassed garden, free and well housed with trees, flowers and birds, is shorter than its name; at me pace it takes about five minutes for a round; but me today took more than 10 minutes for a round, staring at a blue sky, a calling male koyal and a white-barred female a few trees away; the Lady gave a few minutes dekho and me fell for her as crows kept watch. Me smiled at bahuinias, pink and white; at one corner is an old tree with branches spreading out off the base; do not know its name (the pix); but me friend. Borrowing Rama's mobile, me clicked with the 7 a.m. sun behind; me watched for long, clicked and mostly failed to capture; Rama says me am learning. Do not know. Three red vented bulbuls were feeding and sometimes whistling. Couldnt pix them. These days me do not walk much; stand in front of trees and flowers and birds to talk; a one-way stilling affair. Me becomes a pleasurable blank. Friends say me has been always blank.  And in the garden, men and women, walk and stand on hands or heads intoning a Ramdevian OM, an OMifying. Eyes shut they stand facing the sun. There are others gymming trying to shed old age. There are three regular UP bhaiyas, walking and talking, rather loudly, Yogi and Ramdev. Modi is passe. Yogi and Ramdev are in. Trump is not for them. In the last couple of years, Ramdev has taken over the political economy; his exclusive shops sell everything and there are buyers. Ramdev has built the brand, Yoga India. If in British times, India was of the snake charmer; in Modi times, it belongs to Ramdev Yoga. If anyone cares to study, yoga mats could be the fastest selling item; in me housing society, have seen three kids in the morning, wrapped in yoga mats, going for Yoga poses. Ramdev on their tongues. Yoga goes well with green spaces.  Will Yoga help save birds and beasts? A cormorant was making it across a warm sky, warm at 8 in the morning. It held a yoga mat in its beak.