It gives you a space to learn, and this space can be truly reformative. We are all here to learn something, to get a degree and to take this information and apply it to the real world.
We acquire different bits of knowledge in different ways.
Their beauty is sung by some of the best poets of the world. Even the same species of flowers exist in several forms and tinges. One is lost in the sight of flowers and thinks of that invincible Power which has created them.
They are a subject of poetry and no Natural description is complete without reference to flowers.
Some gentlemen hung them in the button-holes of their coats. Nehru always hung a red rose in the buttonhole of his Achkin. We shower petals of flowers upon our revered leaders when they happen to visit our city.
When a great man dies, his dead body is laden with wreaths of flowers.
Maybe through conversations and relationships, but primarily we gain knowledge every day in our classes. This becomes our new normal, and in that newfound sense of normality, college loses its allure.
These classes come with work: assignments, essays, tests. The fun we had at the beginning gets lost somewhere beneath a pile of seemingly endless obligations.
Nehru’s Smadhi by way of homage to the great souls of India.
In short, no ceremony is complete without the use of flowers in one form or the other.