Raining in Austin

Flash floods, high winds, pouring rain…all that and more in Austin.

The only thing Austin is missing is Amitabh+Moushami walking around and Lata Ji singing Rim Jhim Gire Sawan in the background.

I am waiting for my very own Amitabh to show up (after a week long work trip and battling delayed/cancelled flights) today evening and share a cup of hot chai with me.

Stay warm.

Wildy Chasing Wildflowers in Texas Hill Country

I look forward to every season (including spring) every year.

Oh Cherry Blossom, Thy bring so much Joy to My Eyes and Heart!
Much Ado About a Dewdrop
Scouting for Pictures in Fall

But, all of Austin’s enthusiasm for spring seemed a bit too much to me.

Even before spring arrived, I started hearing the following “Ambal, you are going to have a field day with your camera this spring in Austin. Are you ready to see bluebonnets?”.

Mid-March was kids spring break. We took a road trip to Dallas.  I saw a lot of beauty…green hills, cows, trees in multi-shades…beautiful.  But, I didn’t see any bluebonnets. So, I didn’t understand why Austin was going all gaga over spring and these flowers called bluebonnets that were going to bloom soon all around Texas.

I had to take another road trip this last weekend. And, OMG!!

All the roadsides were filled with bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes. Such a gorgeous sight. I couldn’t stop clicking pictures.

As I was taking in all the spring beauty, the following questions started plaguing my analytical mind: How come these flowers are not named purple-bonnets? What would Wordsworth have written about bluebonnets if he had wandered Texas country side instead of chancing on the daffodils near Gowbarrow park?

I tried to quieten my analytical mind and  just be in the moment and soak in the breath-taking beauty of the bluebonnets.

And, that is when the next set questions of popped into my mind: How did the bluebonnets know when to bloom? Who reminded them?

My calendar is plugged in with a zillion reminders. I have at least 3 apps on my phone to manage all my meetings, alarms and other reminders. I even have reminders to “remind me” to nag Kumar, Adi and Ari about things that I had assigned for them to do.

When I took a road trip to Dallas in mid-march, there were no bluebonnets on the roadsides. Within a month, they had bloomed in full force around Texas.

Now, here is the million dollar question: Who reminded these bluebonnets to grow up and bloom this spring? How does this happen every single year? Year after Year. Like clockwork.

I am amazed at all that scientists do to find intelligent life in this universe.

Have you read about the recent findings from Curiosity Rover? It is mind blowing.

Yet, the bluebonnets leave me wondering.

Perhaps, we are searching in all the wrong places.

Perhaps, intelligent life exists right where we are.

In the form of fragile bluebonnets that know how and when to bloom to herald the arrival of spring.

No calendar on their computers. No apps on their phones. Nobody to remind or nag them.

They just bloom. At the right time. To take my breath away.

I stand here ,in front of these bluebonnets, in utter awe and wonder.

Happy Spring!

Signed off by,

Less intelligent form of life on this planet aka Ambal


The Rainy Day

The Rainy Day

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Oh Cherry Blossom, Thy bring so much Joy to My Eyes and Heart!

Oh Dear Spring!! Where have you been? How long have I waited for you? Thank you for finally arriving and making my hear brim and spirit soar.

I have been waiting for the rolling hills to turn from golden brown to lush green.
I have been waiting for the empty trees to show off their spring blossoms.
Nature has obliged to make my wish come true.

Here is spring, in all her glory - Ambal Balakrishnan

I have also been waiting to find an hour in the day for Adi and I to go spring photo shooting. We still haven’t found that peaceful one hour together. So, he and I have been hastily shooting some pictures on my android camera as we drive past the hills or walk past a park.

Here is spring, in all her glory.

Go out. Take a deep breath of the fresh air and enjoy the beautiful sights that nature has to offer this time of the year.

Here is spring, in all her glory - 2 - Ambal Balakrishnan

Much Ado About a Dewdrop

I dropped Adi, Ari and Daddy (he was a substitute teacher today) at Tamil School and was rushing back home to help Mummy cook a yummy Sunday afternoon lunch for the boys. I turned a corner and saw a beautiful sight. So,I went home, picked up the camera to shoot some pictures.

I can’t capture the beauty of that transitional moment today morning either with my words or with my pictures. But, here is an attempt.

Humor me. Picture this in your mind as you read it.

A curvy road.
To the left.
Trees without leaves.
Empty trees.
Fall transitioning to winter.
Sun rising behind the trees.
Dewdrops dripping from the trees.
Sun in the background.
Dewdrops in the foreground.
Dewdrops glistening.
Hundreds of dew drops glittering.
Like gold.
Like diamonds.
Like sunlight.
Letting the sunlight glistening through them.
A glorious sight.
Here now.
Gone now.
Just like every moment in our life.
Just like our life itself.