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LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

28/VIII/2025

 

“Touch me not” or “Chui-Mui” has fascinated folks from my generation. I am not sure about the Millennials, Zillennials, Gen Z, Gen Y, Gen α and β. Do they even know of this plant? I doubt it.

 

We are from the “Baby Boomers” generation. We had only a radio, no TV, or mobiles. Computers were heard of but kept at arms bay. Today, things are available at a swipe of a finger.

 

For us, a class of Botany was the ultimate guide to flowers, its parts like stamen, pollen, xylem, phloem etc. A leaf was scanned under a microscope for understanding its cellular structure. Biology class used to be very interesting.

 

Time has moved on. We the ‘oldies’ are still in love with some of the childhood favourite plants. One of them is “Mimosa Pudica”. Funny as it sounds, it is funnier in its behaviour.

 

Once we knew of it, then during summer vacations we would search for as many we could. They used to be tiny shrubs hidden in grass growing on the sides of the road. Competition used to be, who would cycle fastest and find a plant and collapse its leaves. Often, we got pricked by its sharp thorns.

 

One of our aunt’s in school was called “Lajwanti” which meant ‘shy’ or “sharmili” but we never knew that this plant was also called by the same name. This name is linked with shyness, daintiness, modesty, or touch sensitivity; reflecting the cultural imagination around this plant. Its ‘leaflets’ fold inward and droop when touched or shaken.

 

In parts of rural India, villagers believe in planting Mimosa Pudica at home as it wards off the “evil eye” (buri nazar). Its shrinking leaves symbolize absorbing and hiding away negative energies.

 

This reaction or reflex action is called ‘Seismonasty’. Certain electrical signals go through its nervous system to trigger the folding of its branches and leaves. It is a defence mechanism to make a very small profile. This hides them from grazing herbivores.

 

Be that as it may. This plant was accidentally discovered by us outside a nursery. Half of it had been crushed by the front tyre of our car. This plant had to be given a chance to live a good life. Memories went flashing. I extracted it carefully to be part of our garden.

 

Kids were introduced to it. We would touch the leave and ensure we gave it adequate exercise, lest it forgot what it is supposed to do when agitated. I wrote an article on it and many dear friends sent me their experiences when they came across this plant.

 

One day, there were small ‘pink balls’ with ‘bristles’ which erupted on this plant. It was flowering. I had never seen such flowers before. They were unique.  As children, we wouldn’t have bothered but now every new flower is part of our family.

 

We brought it with us to the Sun City where we finally decided to anchor after retirement. It grew for a few seasons then perished. Extreme summer heat and incessant rains that followed took its toll. We were heart broken. Since then, I was on the look out for a “Touch Me Not” plant.

 

My mother in law was generous enough to gift me one. We keep exchanging notes on our activities with plants. I am not sure how I lost that plant or someone had flicked it away. There was a chance as one colony resident was on the prowl, who was caught and exposed.

 

For about one year, our garden was sans this plant. Little girls of our colony whom I had introduced this plant to were so fascinated that they would come every evening to feel and touch it. When I told them that we had lost the plant, they were heartbroken like us.

 

A new roadside nursery came up next to our colony recently. The plants displayed there were of good quality. I stopped to have a dekho one day and in my search, I found it. I was riding my bike so picking up the plant was not possible. On my next visit, it was in our kitty.

 

Today, when I was watering the plants, two flowers were showing and there were numerous buds which had sprouted. We will have the pleasure of their blooms till the beginning of winters, if all goes well. This time we are determined to keep the plant safe from both natural vagaries and pot lifters.

 

It is a low maintenance plant and can grow into a small bush if looked after well. The six inch pot which it is in is sufficient to bring us happiness for times to come.

 

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What do you call the “Touch Me Not” in your language and native place? I wonder!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

©® NOEL ELLIS

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