Flora2000 Contest for October '09

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Hi Guys

Who wouldnt love flowers, especially when U r in ur twenties n expecting ur first child!!!

The occassion was my Valaikaapu. As per our custom, the Mom to be should be decked with flowers, which covers the whole of her forehead n ends up the bottom of the plait.

Tradition is to add Pingara or Betel But flower, predominently grown in the West Coast of India.

We were then living in Chennai, where I had not come across a Single pingara tree. Unlike these days, inland letters drafted n manuscripted were sent to my SIL at M'lore, to send or bring these flowers.

Somehow, she couldnt make the trip, n my baby shower had to be done without Pingara.

I have a pride of me being an oak among willows, n a few inches long Pingara flowers sans any fragnance couldn't kindle my feelings.

But the day came when I was invited to attend a simlar Baby Shower, where the mom to be was decked with Pingara. I couldnt help thinking that though the flower isnt popular for its fragnance, it made the function 'complete'" with a traditional touch.

That was the day I realised that I am a Willow Too!!!!!!

Luv

Seetha:bonk

 

I love flowers that too red roses.

Who wouldn't love flowers that too red roses.

Do I need an occassion to receive red roses that too from loved ones.

Who needs an occassion to receive red roses that too from loved ones.

I have taken red roses to people who I knew.

Won't people I know get me red roses?

Am I not worth the red roses?

Don't I have an occassion to receive red roses?

The smell of the red roses awaken the inner me.

The sighting of the red roses brighten me.

The feel of the red roses soften the inner me.

The taste of the red roses relish my taste buds.

The red roses in honey is worth the money.

The love with which the red roses come along is more than the money.

My better half bringing the red roses for this bitter half is an occassion.

Let me now tell you the occassion:

It was an imaginary occasssion -

It was my death bed and I had breathed my last longing for the smell of the red roses.

It is my spouse from whom I was expecting the red roses.

The surprise part of it is not for me but for my spouse.

In the imaginary scenario, I woke up to receive my pretty red roses which surprised or rather shocked my spouse.

Oh this creature is still alive, I can hear her sighing.....:drowning:drowning:drowning


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:idea:idea (All ILites excuse me for using the Lovely Red Roses for my wildest Imagination) :idea:idea

 

Saying it with Flowers
This is a story from my past- a story 32 years old, yet one which remains fresh in my memory. I can recap every moment, every expression and every fragrance. It was the time when I nurtured fond hopes of Mr. Right falling on one knee and saying “Will you marry me”?
It was also those days when “boy meets girl” accompanied by a crowd of relatives, eats sojji-bajji, side-glances the girl, sizes her up (literally) and goes back home and says yes or no. How I hated the system! How I wished I would not have to undergo this demeaning routine.
Just as I left for work that morning, my father said that a boy was coming to meet me in the evening and I should come back home early. I thought to myself “what a pain”. Again the same old formalities of touching strangers’ feet, smiling pleasantly and looking docile!
I expected a huge group to be gathered in our house that evening. But to my surprise, he came alone. When my father said it seemed unusual, he replied that he wanted to make the most important decision of his life all on his own, without anyone else’s influence. The evening was pleasant enough with my father dominating the entire conversation. The “boy” didn’t eat much and was literally nibbling his food, grain by grain. I wondered if it was his way of saying things weren’t to his taste.
At the end of dinner, my father took the boy aside and asked his decision. The “boy” replied that he would like to meet me again the next day. My father was quite shocked and said isn’t that what you have been doing for the past 3 hrs all through dinner? Pat came the reply, “yes I saw her, but where did you give us a chance to get to know each other? I have met you, yes. But I still don’t know much about your daughter nor does she know me.” My father was flummoxed!
He courted me, wined and dined me. He was such a humorous conversationalist and I was totally at ease. Just as I started wondering at what his opinion of me was, he bent under the table and pulled out a bunch of flowers and held them out to me saying “Will you be my wife?”
We have been married 32 years now. Even after so many years, the smell of the bunch of rajnigandhas wafts through the air when I reminisce about those past days.
P.S.
The reason for his not eating well during dinner that night was that he was allergic to onion and every dish we had prepared had onion in it!

 

Re:Flora 2000 Contest

The present is a gift. As I try to be happy and in control with a near-to zen-like existence, there are moments when my soul seeks a sneak peek at the past to once again savor those moments of love, ecstasy, pain and distaste.
I risk looking too long through the rear view mirror, As I revisit my emotional highs and lows, down the memory lane, I see a valley of flowers.
You think he still remembers? Or is it only silly me. The rainy day when we first kissed in his car stranded at a traffic signal at Juhu.
“I am still shy of what had just happened and the chill is still running down my spine, just when a little boy super soaked in the mumbai’s unrelenting monsoon shower knocks at my side of the window. He has the most beautiful flowers, covered in cellophane, with rain drops forming a decorative pattern.I look coyly, but guess he doesn’t quite get the message. What better gift to seal the moment than pink roses?
The boy gives up on us and runs to a more promising and approachable couple on a
scooter. The front rider promptly picks up a bunch after a small session of
bargaining,making his dame smile under the wet saree pallu over her head.
I then settle for the next romantic number on the FM after adjusting the dial, only to
stretch this precious moment.’ Our first kiss!’ and many more to come! I smile. He
smiles back.”​

After my long pause at the rear view, I decide its only safe to look ahead and drive. I
look at my co passenger-my little son’s shining against the sun. I give him a quick
kiss on his forehead.
I decidedly agree that my present is a much better gift than the pink roses I left
behind in Mumbai.​

 

FLOWERS.....


Flowers are always close to our heart. Everyone like flowers. "Roses with a little dew drops in it" is my all-time favourite. When i walk thro' the flowers shop, i like to see the flowers till it is away from my sight. Thou' it lives for few days, it makes smile in our face.

We blooms on seeing the flowers bloom.There are so many occasions we expect flowers. But birthday is somewhat special. Like flowers, we blooms in the earth on that day.

I expect gifts as a symbol of love during my birthday. Thou' my parents like me most, they didn't express it in the way of gifts. Some of my friends get gifts from their parents. I feel sad during that time (since i didn't get gifts from my parents) but not much.

One of my friend get a beautiful gift from her parents during her birthday. It is a bouque of red roses. It is very lovely to see it. And the redroses became the V.I.P of the function. We took snapshots with it.

In the coming month, i have my birthday. I am expecting the same V.I.P (Red roses) during my birthday. And one more time to take snapshots with it. Expecting V.I.P's arrival.

 

Thanks to IndusLadies for giving us an opporunity to share our experiences.

Well to start off with, this was on my birthday, me and my DH were engaged by then and were waiting eagerly for the D day(wedding Day). I never told him what I like neither did he ask me what i want :rant. he was the first person to wish me at 12:00 am and then everyone wished me at home. I was very eagerly waiting for him, also very cuious to know what gift am I going to get from Fiancee ..Well he came home at 11:00 am and as soon as he entered he gave me a cute smile and wished me "HAPPY BiRTHDAY" and gave me a card( I was happy and i was just smiling), then he gave me teddy bear( I was happier and i was just smiling and giggling) and at last guess what he gave me a bunch of red roses ( I was the happiest person ..:rotflcouldnt control my happiness)..ufff..how i wished the day never ended...

Well to conclude that was first and the last bouquet that he gifted me as he left to USA after 6 months after the wedding ..Hoping to be with him for the coming birthday/wedding annivesary atleast as the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life is my DH.

Have a flowery and dazzling day.
Cheers!!!
Pandu

 

Its not another valentine day flower story,yet a story about a flower on
valentines day with a twist.
Rewinding..The first valentine days after our engagement which is
dated 5 years before.With an unexpected extension of project,my then
fiance, had to stay in US during the love filled month.I had to count my
days waiting for the day in my home town,a town near courtallam.I had secretly wished/hoped/prayed that he would send memorable gifts which included a card,bouquet and chocolates..
The V day dawned,no signs of any courier or parcel.At noon, i got a
phone call,no not from him,but from his mousi(MIL's sister) from
chennai.She said "Supriya ,we are eating your valentine's day cake, and
the bouquet and gift items are decorating my living room".I was
confused.
This is what has happened,D has sent V day gifts through a gift
site,stating the recieving address and billing address(in India).Looks like
my home town is not in that network,which was not mentioned.so the V day gifts have reached the billing address which is his aunt's house.
There ends the gift story..wait...two days later i recieved a
parcel..squeeling with delight i tore upon and found 2 airless balloons,a
teddy bear,card and whole bunch of dried flowers,and a side note
written(sorry could not send the cake) by his aunt.Dried or fresh,on the
V day or not,i have preserved the dried petals.Every one had a hearty leaugh at our expense.

Moral: Waiting for a flower is more exciting and memorable than the recieved flower itself.

 

It was my first b'day after my marriage and obviously was a very special one.i was miles away in India from my husband who was in Canada that time.couldn't join him coz of all the visa formalities.we both talked for five hous that day which flew away like five minutes.Wishes were flowing from every relative and friend since it was the first one after ma wedding.I was also replying everybody with an outward smile and deep inside was longing for some time alone with myself because i was missing my mr.special.Finally i got some time in the afternoon to let myself escape into my memorylane thinking `had we been together we ....`
And suddenly the trance of my long lost self was broken with the sound of a door bell.I went outside with the least desire to attend anyone. what i saw was a flowerist standing at the gate with the bouquet of beautiful red roses.the man hands over the flowers with b`day wishes.with the flowers was a note from my husband wishing me birthday with all the love of his heart.he indeed made that day a special one even when we were miles and miles away still touched that special chord of my heart.The fragrence of those roses is still fresh in my memory because that made me feel how much somebody loves me and misses meand close to me even if he is sitting in some other corner of the world.

 

Sweet Memories

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It was my birthday and i was very happy as it was my first birthday afer my marriage, i was expecting a lot from my hubby, but as his schedule was very busy he just wished me in the morning and left for the day, i thought that may be in the evening their will be some suprise and was eagarly waiting for the day to end. He was back from the office and we had a normal dinner at home. I was very upset with his attitude and felt very bad, while going for the sleep he again wished me a very happy birthday and gave me a single red rose and a beautiful gift. I was very happy as i have not expected that. The lovely flower made my day and till today the flower reminds me of my first birthday.

 

"flowers" the very look at them and fragrance of most of them enlight the whole place around them, brings a sort of feeling of joy and peace. We send and receive flowers on most occasions between family, friends and collegues. It is also true we donot need an occassion to get or give flowers, offer to the lord. It just brings a kind of ecstatic feeling to the person doing so. We have the custom of offering flowers if not anything else and especially a bunch of flowers is the top item on list of any gifts.

We all have experienced the feeling of person unwell get cheered up while receiving of bunch of flowers, some one whose birthday it is, newly weds, many many occassions, the ultimate aim is to show the carssing and love you have for the person getting the flowers. It is also a sort of way to assure them that they are being loved the most.

At my work place where I have been employed for 8 years I am them person incharge for all personnel, socialising, entertainment, comfort related zone to our staff. As mentioned earlier every single staff gets a bunch of flowers plus any other gift depending on circumstances as like birthday, demise of loved one, unwell or sickness, new parents,wedding, winner of some incentive scheme and so on. The FLOWERS are a mandatory thing where we tend to choose depending on the reason of gifting. Unfortunately the whole of my working service it was once I have fallen unwell and on treatment for atleast 3 months and hospitalised. I did look forward to just one card or a bunch of flowers from my work place, but never came. I did have friends at work visit me and offer different gifts and other family and my husband himself got me fresh flowers time to time, but never came from my management. Later on when I joined back to work I did get apologies from management for not sending me that flowers which we do as a routine. I always used to wonder is it because its me:hide:, my importance in that Management team and so on:drowning. But now that I joined a new branch I came to know from my work friends that from the day I left that branch this culture of celebrating a staff's special day custom has almost disappeared and simply for such reasons they really miss me and my extra efforts that I took simply to create the feel at home and belongingness to a single family at our work place.

I have to admit that there are even people who are too good that we cannot stop mentioning about and it is about the Company where my husband is employed with. During that period of my hospitalisation and treatment I received on two different times a bouquette of flowers and "Get well soon" & "Take care" greetings plus box goodies sent by his Management and friends at work. I have to clarify that we donot work anywhere in the same concern or sister concern not even in the same city of London.
I wonder at times, I donot know why but even today after couple of years, change of company, getting flowers and gifts as usual from my loved ones, my heart and mind feels that bitterness and sadness, like an young child, for not receiving one single bouqette or card from my Management and Team. Today when I saw this topic my heart just felt like sharing this sadness it has been experiencing somewhere inside it.
I must very much also admit that the silly or this tiny unsatisfaction has left my mind and heart once I have written down my own sadness experience for not receiving that particularly so much expected bunch of flowers.