One of my earliest memories of Bangalore is gazing at the beautiful orangeish-red flowers of the gulmohar from the windows of my aunt’s house, whenever we came down to the city from Ahmedabad for the summer holidays. We would usually visit during April-May, and the gulmohars would be in full bloom then, in all their regal glory. Now that I live in Bangalore, I eagerly wait for the summer (not for the summer heat, though!) so that I can get to experience that prettiness again.
The gulmohars all over the city are in bloom now, and it is a majestic sight, indeed. It is a treat to walk/drive underneath the red canopy formed by these trees. I am like a little child at such times, mouth agape, face turned to the window, taking in as much as I can of these beauties.
This article in the papers, a couple of days ago, came as a shock to me. No more gulmohars in Bangalore? I don’t know about the good or bad effects this will have on the city’s planning, but it surely is sad. Bangalore will lose something which is such an integral part of its charm. I know of many who look up to trees such as these to bring a smile on their faces as they battle traffic jams, among other things, on their way to work. These orange-red beauties often make the long, long commute bearable. What will we do when there comes a time when there are none of these gorgeous trees in the city any more? Will my children never know the joys of an orange-red splattered Bangalore?