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Yellowing vs Greening
Winter gives way to summer in Delhi without an intervening spring.  That's, perhaps, why Nirad C Choudhuri wrote in The Autobiography of an Unknown Indian that life in the Indo-Gangetic plains saps vitality.  I took the following pictures this morning, vital Sunday for me, from my surroundings.  The changes in the environment in Delhi always fascinate me: they are as quick (pun intended) as the denizens of the place.  Does the environment affect people's character?


Fresh vs Stale
Vitality strives





I count myself fortunate to be living in such surroundings.  But I also know that surroundings are not always one's choice.  They may be a gift, an evanescent gift.


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  1. It is not true that Delhi does not have spring! January and early February are the days of spring and flowers. March is already hot :)

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  2. Divine intervention, luck are all terms that we can use but the point is that not everybody gets to be in such great surroundings. Sir you are lucky.

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  3. i liked fresh vs stale... maybe the word "stale" is a little out of place... how about new vs old ...

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  4. What comparisons!
    Good read with pics. :)

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  5. These captures are great indeed. However, I would really wanna know someday, does the environment affect people's character?

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    1. Of course, Namrata, the environment certainly influences one's character. Living in a place with a lot of space around you would be entirely different from living in a crowded place, for example.

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  6. Very nice observation. Nice to read. Yes environment do affects one's behaviour/character.

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  7. all the pictures really are revealing the contrast...our life is full of that..

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    1. Polarity is a human creation... contrasts belong to nature.

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  8. I couldn't help but notice that in every pic, you had old dying tree and fresh green trees togehter :)

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    1. That's the contrast, Pankti. Nature is constantly dying and being reborn...

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  9. "without an intervening spring" - same story out here in Bangalore, and I was reminded of the blog I posted last year: http://navy-blue-jeans.blogspot.in/2013/02/spring.html

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    1. Spring has to disappear from cities. Destiny. Of the planet. The planet belongs to ...

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