Recently, when we visited a semi-residential area at Bangalore, I was thrilled to see that most of the houses in that lane still flaunted their jasmine creepers. Made me remember the bygone years during which jasmine played an important role at several households.
At Bangalore, jasmine creepers have played a special role – the role of bringing people together and binding them in a relationship, which can be cherished lifelong. I remember that every house had a jasmine creeper. The owners took good care of the creepers, and were all smiles during summer, when several hundreds of thousands of flowers bloomed.
My grandparents had a jasmine variety called – Nithya Mallige. It had flowers all through the year; excess during the warmer months. The creeper grew in front of the house, and climbed to the first floor (or the terrace).One of the evening duties of my grandmom's was to pluck the buds and flowers, sort them out, and make garlands. Grandmom would give a piece of garland to all the women, including the grand-daughters. These flowers pleasantly united the grandchildren, daughters, daughter-in-law, and grandlady. All the day's stress was forgotten.
I wish that the tradition continued. Well, the big houses have now become apartment/commercial complex or have been sold. The grandlords and grandladies are no more; but their fond memories are like sweet treats for us. My grandmom is still around; thanks to God, she is hale and healthy. But, you see, there are no more jasmine flowers to unite the family like the olden days.
At parents' house, the ladies in the neighborhood would buy jasmine buds in bulk, share the buds among themselves, sit in front of one person's house, and then make garlands. This was the time, usually during the evenings, when they chit-chatted or gossiped. Technology had not yet made people lazy, addicted, or disconnected; these were events to bond personally with others. For a little girl, such as I, these events meant that she gets extra playtime with the neighboring kids. I can still visualize my little brother riding his little tri-cycle, and other kids running behind him. Oh, yes, it was chaos, but a memorable chaos, which was a display of selfless love.
I loved those childhood days. Each time I recollect those days, I feel awesome. Each time I see a jasmine creeper, I feel the need to encourage myself and others to grow this creeper. When I bought a creeper for my terrace garden, I bought two extra ones - one for my mother and one for my aunt. All the three creeper had excellent flowers, resembled tiny stars. Well, one of my parents' tenants took away my mom’s creeper without her permission or knowledge. She misses the creeper terribly. My aunt lost the creeper because of negligence from her family and tenants – the creeper just perished. After the flowering season, I must remember to gift a creeper each to both the ladies.
At our house, we have Rama Baana, Gundu mallige, and Suthu mallige varieties of jasmine. The Rama Baana is the oldest, and has survived multiple re-plant. The flowers are longer, have a Purplish cover, and a killing fragrance. The Gundu mallige is stout, smaller, and looks sharp. The Suthu mallige has layers and looks stunning. This is the variety that grows at our terrace garden. This time around, the flowers measured about 2 inches. Absolutely beautiful!
All right, I am done with my narration. It’s your chance to narrate a story about jasmine. Please drop a line, if you have a creeper or a memory of it or anything at all that you desire to share.
Oh, yes, the monsoon has set in; been raining heavily (at intervals). On such a rainy day, I love to eat something spicy. I made tomato soup, capsicum-carrot-onion curry, spicy rice noodles, and rice with spicy powder (or paruppu podi or gunpowder spice).
|Today's evening sky - after the rains|
Hey, it’s Friday, and join me in celebrating Fertilizer Friday with Glenda and Floral Friday Fotos with Nick. Happy weekend!