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ABRUS PRECATORIUS

 



 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

2/IX/2025

 

A unique vine which has memories related to my childhood always fascinated me. I had written about it in 2023. It is a ‘perineal climber’ of the ‘pea’ family called the ‘Rosary Pea’ also. Its botanical name is ‘Abrus Precatorius’ commonly known as ‘Chirmi’ in Rajasthan.

 

We were lucky to have seen this climber in our childhood. The boarding school campus in which we used to stay in Sainik School Kapurthala, Punjab was an ecosystem in itself. The school was donated by HH Maharaja Jagjit Singh to the government. HH ensured that trees and shrubs from every country and region of the world grew and flourished in his estate.

 

This creeper grew naturally and abundantly at many places in the campus. We kids were more interested in collecting its seeds and swinging on its thick stems which must have taken this creeper ages to become so woody and thick to take a man’s weight.

 

One day, while searching an online portal, I found that a sapling of this plant was available. We had just shifted to our new home in the Sun City and I wanted the front portion to be covered with a thick natural canopy.

 

Relating it with my childhood, this climber grew as dense as a tree. It was time to give it a try and it was ordered.

 

On arrival, it was a weak, frail and a one foot plant. All its leaves had yellowed and the plant was almost ‘dead on arrival’. With hope in my heart and a positive thought it was planted in a pot to regain its health and get out of all it had endured during transit.

 

The year was 2022. Slowly and steadily, new shoots emerged. We were excited and happy that at least it got a gift of life. One thing I knew was that this was a hardy plant and could grow in harsh conditions. In Kapurthala, except for the rainy season, no one watered it but the plant thrived and grew as a wild creeper.

 

From a foot long stem, it started to creep skywards slowly. The weather changed and it shed its leaves. Just a thin, twisted stem as thin as a wire kept alive sans any leaves in winter. With the onset of spring, it sprung to life. This year it grew faster than expected.

 

When all the other pots were watered, so was this one. The same went for manuring. The only issue was its placing according to the sun. We kept the pot under our Champa tree hoping that the vine would latch on to its trunk and go up, like other vines.

 

On its way up came the grain feeder for the birds. Birds were not happy to have a cluster of vines impeding their landing area to enjoy the grain. They would peck on it and even fractured its fragile and delicate stem.

 

It was a blessing in disguise. From that very place, the vine split into two shoots and went higher up the tree. With great care, we ensured that the portion of the vine which was obstructing the birds was carefully shifted and tied to the tree. The antlers of the vine were entwined with the hanging pots for support and further growth. The vine latched on.

 

This morning my heart swelled with pride and a smile broke on my face when I saw something unusual on the vine.

 

We have had pest attacks and such clusters could be them. But lo and behold, our vine has come to flower for the first time since it was sown. The flowers are akin to the flowers of French beans.

 

 

For the flowers to convert into seed pods and dry to give us the black and red Chirmi beads would take time. One has waited four years for it to come to flowering stage, I am sure one has the patience to let it complete its life cycle.

 

The link to my previous article is  https://ellisnoel.blogspot.com/2023/05/chirmi.html  

 

Wish us good luck friends that I can share the lucky Chirmi beads which will emerge soon. How long would it take? I wonder!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

©® NOEL ELLIS

 


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