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My newly found obsession.



So, As the title suggests this blog is about my newly found obsession. Okay, well this obsession comes from my already existing obsession with plants. If you have read my first blog post you know what I am obsessed with and how biased I am towards plants and also How  I think everybody should love plants. Now, one obsession of mine with plants has led me to another one and trust me, it is amazing it might sound weird to you that Oh my God she’s talking about an obsession and saying that it is good. Yes, It is and to anybody who thinks being obsessed with something is wrong. You need to recheck the definition of obsession or how you perceive it to be. So taking it forward and not wasting much of our time let’s start with it . After being obsessed with plants and them being the centre of attraction of my life I am now obsessed somehow with identifying them.



 

To be very honest it all started for syllabus purposes to be able to know the scientific names You know writers have this thing with words . We love being the ones most informed about them so it was the same with my botanical vocabulary and I started learning.  Who taught me that's a separate topic for a separate blog but for now, when I started learning how to identify plans and their scientific names somewhere I found it very intriguing and interesting. You know what you call as lady finger or Bhindi I call it Abelemoscus  esculentus. What you call  potato is Solanum tuberosum to me and many more such examples can be given.  Now, speaking of it scientifically the science of naming and identifying plants is known as taxonomy. Well, for now I know I’m doing botany and that there s a very high chance or maybe I’m sure about it that inn future I might be a taxonomist . So you can wait for many more blogs related two taxonomy and plant identification. As time passed this thing with me became something more than just my syllabus. Now that little piece of green coming out of the concrete on the pavement which I walk on has my attention. It is not those celebrities on

billboards but that little Ficus religiosa plant coming out from there that catches my attention these days. Also, Ficus religiosa is what you would you call as peepal .

 One day I was just watching a movie with my friend and instead of the actors and actresses and the interesting plot the only thing that I managed to notice was the Hibiscus Rosa sinensis on the compound wall  with Aleo barbadensis , Ocimum sanctum, and Vinca rosa which is now being called as Catharanthus roseus (had to ask for expert opinion)  on its side and also there was the Quomoclit wine creeping out of the window, while all of this was happening in my mind , my friend on the other hand was excited , as this was the point where the actress the main female lead was getting introduced to the male lead. This was the point where they meet that is where the music gets played and the romance starts and the movie starts to take off and where was my mind. Well , we had a different plant movie going on and we liked it more than the actual movie. I called my friend a movie buff and maybe I should call myself a plant buff  but then that is when I actually started noticing how obsessed I am with this habit of identifying plants and how even a little bit of green makes me think what this could be Honestly, plants and this obsession of identifying plants is an awesome discovery that I’ve made about myself .



I’m glad that I got to do it from this one obsession or new obsession that I found , I’ve understood one very important thing.  You will never know what you like unless you try it or try finding about it . There’s fear of career , fear of jobs in all of that somewhere we forget that there might be something that we are good at not that it's the highest paying job or something where jobs are easily available or something where a stable career is waiting for you, yet we don't think about the fact that if I’m good at it I can be the best at it too and if I am the best I can do what I love and a job together. This obsession kind of solved a little query that I had in me about what after this what after my degree. Now , I guess I know about  this one obsession I will get to know a lot of plants and might as well find a job and career that I might be obsessed with too. This was all for today’s love and I hope you find your obsession soon which leads you to another obsession and you keep obsessing or what you love all your life.

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