Flower chor!! Flower chor!!

Ah!!! I thought things would have changed. It’s been a long long time that I heard such tales from my Mom. Let’s ponder over the background of the story.

Every Indian house does some form of Pooja, every morning, for which one of the most important ingredient is “Flowers”. The flowers have to be fresh, i.e, freshly plucked. And the most important part is, the collected lot should at-least have 2 varieties of flowers (varying by color or species). The fun starts every morning. If you could fix a big camera over my colony, one could see people getting out of their houses just before the sunrise, with small bags, determined…

Their mission: Collect flowers for Pooja.

Target: Everyone else’s garden.

We also have a few flowering plants inside our compound, and Mom recently noticed that everyday the number of flowers on our plants kept diminishing. And, on other days, she failed to find a single flower for our Pooja on our plants. It was obvious that someone was stealing our flowers. Although we somehow managed to get our share of flowers from other sources, Mom took up the responsibility to catch the erring neighbor and confront them, or may be teach them a lesson.

She needed a partner. And who else would be a better accomplish other than Auntie who was a close friend of Mom. She was on the ground floor, and Mom on the second floor. The plan was chalked out. Everyday, Auntie would try to wake up early in the morning, hoping that she would wake up before the THIEF reached our compound, watch the plants for a few minutes and alert Mom if she saw anything suspicious.

Everyday, Auntie and Mom used to wake up early in the morning, and kept an eye on our plants. Mom, from the terrace, and Auntie through the windows. For the first few days, the thief was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps, he made his errands too early in the morning. After a few watchful days, the thief was finally caught. They were actually two (From the same house, Husband and Wife). To be sure enough before deciding on their punishments, Mom and Auntie wanted to be check that the culprits came and assaulted our plants daily. So, they continued for a few more days, and it was established that the THIEVES actually came everyday and robbed us of our flowers.

The plan: The next time when Mom would see them getting their hands dirty, they would be washed off by a bucket of cold water from the terrace.

But, the idea was finally dropped, considering…

  • The culprits were from our own colony, and we knew them.
  • It was winter time and Mom felt that the punishment would be a bit harsh.
  • We also used to collect our flower lot for the Pooja from our neighbors few years back when we were not the proud owners of a few flowering plants.

14 thoughts on “Flower chor!! Flower chor!!

  1. Finally Fit enough to write something.. 😀

    Now, since you have got some time to be at home…I hope..you come fit and fine..and energize yourself…be a bit health conscious 🙂

    May be..you should have woke up early and helped your mom. Early rising is good. 🙂

  2. You know I did that in Boston. I plucked flowers from the compound of Walmart as it was raining, I wanted petals for decoration and no flower shop was nearby. I was a flower chor in US. I hope it's not a federal crime…

    Enjoyed reading it!

  3. NIce to see u blogging again…dont worry i ll be back in bbsr and both of us can go jogging in morning and catch your culprit red handed…rather with the natural colour of the hand…

  4. @Kunal: Yeah. Have to now. And about waking up early, I do that too now, but can't beat them.

    @amit: As of now, we have grown a small garden on our terrace, which isn't accessible to outsiders. So, we get our stock of flowers everyday.

    @Saru: Hahaha, If caught, you would have become National News.

    @sid_is_crazy: Haha, Sure.

  5. Psycho, you should assist your mom to figure out who these thieves are. Bring something innovative from your engineering mind to figure out who these people are and teach them the correct lesson.

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