Essay on If I Were a Flower Bed in the Mogul Garden in Rashtrapati Bhavan

The Rashtrapati Bhavan as I understand is the residence of the highest dignitary and the first citizen of India – the President of India. If I were a flowerbed in the Mogul Garden of Rashtrapati Bhavan, it would be an honour for all my colleagues and me in the bed.

At Rashtrapati Bhavan, gardeners would pamper and prune each and every one of us flowers in each and every bed of the garden. I don’t think I would ever feel the pangs of thirst as we would all be watered regularly and as soon as we got any of us be thirsty, the gardeners would run to help us out.

I would feel so very fresh and alive and kicking all the time as my needs would always be fulfilled. Besides being fully nourished every day, Oh! what a VIP flower bed I would be, existing in the number one Garden of the country, in a VIP residence, and getting a VIP care would that not be enough reason for me to be vain?

I am sure no other flower bed in any other garden in the country could boast of the care and love I would be getting, yes, not only I but all the beds in this great garden would be cared for alike, and, all of us, me and other colleagues of mine would enjoy each minute of our lives.

The very thought of being in this particular garden would give me a feeling of being someone high and mighty, someone much better off than any others of my clan anywhere.

Besides being pampered through the years, every winter, which is the flower season in India, and Delhi, I would look forward to the opening of the Mogul Gardens at Rashtrapati Bhavan to the general public.

Every year in the month of January, the gardens at Rashtrapati Bhavai are opened for public and all of us flower beds look forward to those lively days at the Bhavan. This is because, on these days, we feel all the more cherished loved and appreciated.

Crowds of elders and children flowing through the gates of the Bhavan, and coming just to see us in all our glory makes us all, yes all feel as though on top of the world. We realise beyond any doubt the importance of being in the Rashtrapati Bhavan.

That day we understand that, we are so important only because of our residence in the number one home of the country, and not due to our beauty only. Flowers of our species are all the same and have the same appearance and beauty, but others do not get the same importance why?

Now we understand that, our achievement is not only our beauty but also our residence, for, if we were anywhere else with the same beauty that would come to see us? No one I am sure. Thus these few days of the year we are in the most glorious state of mind and body.

I realize that, I am a source of attraction for the whole town and lo! And behold! Just see those little children other than flowers in a human shape clamoring to just touch me and my other friends, and wanting to cajole us but, the gardeners are not allowing them to do so.

Once again the thrill of being so immaculate that, even a gentle touch of a child may harm gives me an all time impetus to look more and more beautiful. These days at Rashtrapati Bhavan would teach me two important things about life.

One, that no matter how beautiful and wonderful I may be, my importance is not in me alone, it is enhanced by my situation at the residence of the President. This feeling would give me some balance and I would be less vain and proud of my beauty.

The second thing that would come to light in these days would be the fact of how much man loves flowers, this again would inspire me to do my best and always look my best, as I would be one who is loved by man.

Life at Rashtrapati Bhavan for a flowerbed like me would be just fantastic, too good to be described in simple language. I often would wonder if, any others of my clan ever get such sophisticated treatment and life.

This makes me feel elated and why not? After all I reside in the home of the President of India, isn’t it something to be proud of?

Tell me friends, wouldn’t you be as happy if you were in my position, and held my status? Aha! I am sure now you are suffocating with a pinch of jealousy – Alright, to prevent you from feeling worse by the minute, I herewith stop praising my life since yours is not as good.