LIFE IS TO LIVE

There comes a time in some people’s lives when they feel like they can’t continue living the way they used to anymore.There is >something< inside of us that yearns for more than the mediocrity of this endless everyday life loop.It craves for a deeper understanding of what life is all about.It wants to fly higher and discover what’s beyond horizon.We all know there is more to it but the older we get,the more we forget because true wisdom is replaced by “knowledge” (man made stories and distraction ).If you have ever felt the need to break free from all this , if u have felt to called explore, to remember, to finally understand, then i just want you to know , you’re not alone ! With this, you are not the only one, I’m with you.
If i had never started to question the world and the way most of us live, one understands our ideas and choices,I would have never ever been able to follow my heart. If i had never understood that it is all just stories someone invented and the masses have adapted the same belief, I would have never realised that i can simply make a different choice and rewrite my own stories.If i had never gotten into spirituality , i would have never learned about the biggest power there is - our imagination.If i had never studied manifestation , i would have never been able to fulfill my dreams .If i had never dared to jump down into the rabbit hole,i would have never realised that we are all safe.always.
You don’t need to remain stuck the rest of your life.There is never too late.There is so much more to it.Dare to take the unconventional path if that’s where your heart leads to .DARE TO THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX.
DARE TO UNFOLD ! 

Please adjust.......

Why is women expected to adjust in every phase of her life?

At a moment of introspection , i realised that in every woman’s life, there is a transition phase where ends the carefree and innocent childhood and begins the series of adjustments that lasts her a life time. This transition is crudely labelled as adulthood although it’s heavily gendered.During this transition , a woman is torn out of her childhood and forcefully pushed into adulthood.The first period and maturing body raises alarm bells as the society begins piling norms on heron matter if the girl is even mature enough to put on her buttons correctly.It is from this time she is made to realise that growing up as a girl means to adjust your clothes, the tone of her voice,and the way you walk and sit , to put care above career , children over yourself and so on.

Seeking higher education in such a controlling environment also becomes a struggle for women. Firstly they are encouraged to adjust their expectations and opt for colleges and courses available close to home. Even if they are able to move to other cities,they must be able to safeguard their parent’s trust and reputation.PARENTS ARE WAY TOO CONSIOUS ABOUT THEIR DAUGHTERS THAT SIMPLE MISTAKE BECOMES AS LARGE AS BETRAY OF TRUST.The vigilance and restrictions are also shared by the landlords of the houses where women stay away from home.The time restrictions , no male friends allowed, no parties are all because they assume it is their responsibility of taking “ care “ of the woman as she cannot do all by herself. Besides , they will be answerable when anything wrong happens....The saga of adjustments follows them to the workspace also.A woman has to always be careful about her male colleagues  and how they behave with her.These adjustments make her feel inferior at times and less capable.

While a woman is still adjusting to the patriarchal norms and giving up basic freedom not to upset her parents, she is simultaneously being trained for “ marriage”.Why does marriage become a crux of existence in a woman’s life ?Even though she is educated , she bound to a time limit by which she should be married .In a subtle way women are told career isn’t to be their priority in life over family.

Many women have to give up their job once they embrace motherhood because first,the responsibility of child is mostly on them and many firms do not have right maternity leave policies.It is easy to tell women to adjust for the society as it still sides with men as superior gender shielding them
from any change in mindset.Most of the women themselves have stopped internalising gendered social norms and are questioning .Hopefuly they don’t have to adjust in every aspect of their lives for the sake of security and appeasement in the future.

Attitude matters.

Yes! The moment i read ,couldn’t decide to drag this statement under facts or opinions. What a quote. We take every aspect of life as granted and visualise each perspective into some sort of fact . The facts which we believe to be are mostly just opinions based on individual thoughts or family routines, stories , baseless ideologies  or theories be it spiritual or  realistic . 90% of even the so called older generations follow these and somehow we get into similar actions and beliefs everyday . We would not even know the reason behind many rituals , speeches or practises but just blindly follow and believe just because parents, grandparents or family do irrespective of the caste or religion.For example , getting married , is just an option , a small part of life and NOT entire life  . It’s up to ones choice to choose or not.But the so called baseless thoughts which prevails in the family through generations consider this as fact that every individual has to get married at a certain age and bla bla bla and what not ! This is just an opinion of the mind and not a fact .Indian mentality in certain subjects require a massive change . Life is nothing but a choice one has to take every day . Just having taken birth doesn’t mean that someone has a control on our fate.That’s impossible ! Realising what is fact and what is not is a milestone for the human mind . When you feel that’s right, go for it.Attitude matters the most.

LIVE LIFE . DO NOT GO BY FACTS .THEY ARE JUST OPINIONS .NOT FACTS! YOUR LIFE YOUR CHOICE . 

REMEMBER .ONE WHO SPEAK,  DON’T PAY YOUR  BILLS.

Heege nodi nam jana ....

ಫಾರ್ ಏ ಚೇಂಜ್ ಬೆಳ್ಳಿಗೆ ಖಾಲಿ ಬಸ್ , ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್ ನನ್ ಪಕ್ಕ ಬಂದ್ ಕೂತ್ಕೊಂಡು .....
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್:ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಮೇಡಂ ಕೆಲ್ಸ ?
ನಾನು :ನಿಮ್ಹಾನ್ಸ್ .
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್:ಡಾಕ್ಟ್ರಾ ?
ನಾನು : ಅಲ್ಲ .
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್.ಬಿ .ಎಸ್ ಸಿ ನಾ ?
ನಾನು : ಅಲ್ಲ . ಎಂ ಸಿ ಎ .
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್:ಕಂಪ್ಯೂಟರ್ ಕೆಲ್ಸ ನಾ ?
ನಾನು : ಹು .
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್:ಬೇಗ ಒಂದ್ ಮದ್ವೆ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಂಡ್ಬಿಡಿ .
ನಾನು (ಒಳ್  ಒಳಗೇ ನಗುತ್ತಾ ) : ಯಾಕೆ ?
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್:ಆದಷ್ಟು ಬೇಗ ಮದ್ವೆ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಳದು ಒಳ್ಳೇದು ... ಇನ್ನ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ವಯಸ್ಸು ಅಲ್ವಾ ,,,ಲೇಟ್ ಆದ್ರೆ ಕಷ್ಟ . ಸುಮ್ನೆ ಹಾಗೆ ಹೇಳ್ದೆ ಅಷ್ಟೆ .
ನಾನು : ಓ .ಹೌದಾ ? ಆದ್ರೆ ನಂಗೆ ಮದ್ವೆ ಆಗಿದ್ಯಲ್ಲಾ .
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್:ಅಯ್ಯಾ ಸುಮ್ನಿರಿ ಮೇಡಂ .ನಿಮ್ಗೆಲ್ಲಿ ಆಗಿದೆ !
ನಾನು :ಹಹ .ಹೋಗ್ಲಿ ಬಿಡಿ .ನಂಬೇಡಿ .ನಂಗೇನು .
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್:ಕತ್ತಲ್ಲಿ ತಾಳಿನೇ ಇಲ್ಲ .ಅದು ಹೆಂಗೆ ಮೇಡಂ ?
ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದ್ ಲೇಡಿ :ಇವಾಗೆಲ್ಲ ಯಾರು ಹಾಕಲ್ಲ ಸರ್ .ಸ್ಟೈಲು .
(ಆ ಯಮ್ಮಂಗೆ  ಮನೇಲಿ ತುಂಬಾ ರೆಸ್ಟ್ರಿಕ್ಷನ್ಸ್ ಅನ್ಸುತ್ತೆ ಪಾಪ )
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್ ನನ್ನ ನೋಡ್ತಾ :ಹಾಕೋಬೇಕು ಮೇಡಂ ... ತಾಳಿ ಸರ ಇದ್ರೇನೆ ಒಂದ್ ಲಕ್ಷಣ . ಪ್ರೊಟೆಕ್ಷನ್ ಥರ ನೋಡಿ . ಇಲ್ಲಾಂದ್ರೆ ಗಂಡಸ್ರು ಒಂಥರಾ ನೋಡ್ತಾರೆ . ಸುಮ್ನೆ ಯಾಕೆ ಅಲ್ವ ? ಹಾಕೊಂಡ್ಬಿಟ್ರೆ ,ಇವ್ಳಿಗೆ ಮದ್ವೆ ಆಗಿದೆ ಬಿಡಪ್ಪ ಅಂತ ಅನ್ಕೊಂಡ್ ಸುಮನಾಗ್ತಾರೆ . ಕೆಟ್ಟು ದೃಷ್ಟಿಯಿಂದ ನೋಡಲ್ಲ. ಅಲ್ವ ?
ಆ ಯಮ್ಮ : ಹೌದು ಸರ್ .ಇಲ್ಲಾಂದ್ರೆ ಹೆಂಗ್ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗುತ್ತೆ ಹೇಳಿ ?
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್ ನನ್ನ ಕಾಲ್ ನೋಡ್ದ . ಕಾಲುಂಗ್ರ ಕಾಣಿಸ್ತು ಅನ್ಸತ್ತೆ .
ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್:ಓ ಪರವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ , ಕಾಲುಂಗ್ರ ಇದೆ .ಪ್ರೂಫ್ ಇದೆ ಬಿಡಿ.

ನಾನು : ಕತ್ತಲ್ಲಿ ತಾಳಿ , ಕಾಲಲ್ಲಿ ಉಂಗ್ರ ನೋಡ್ಕೊಂಡ್ ಹೆಣ್ಣ್ಮಕ್ಳನ್ನ ಜಡ್ಜ್ ಮಾಡೋರ್ ನನ್ ಪ್ರಾಕಾರ ಗಂಡಸರೇ ಅಲ್ಲ .

ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್ ಎದ್ಧೋದ  , ಆ ಯಮ್ಮ ಮೊಬೈಲ್ ನೋಡಕ್ ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದ್ಲು .

Any more questions ? Bring it on !

[ ಮೈ ಮುಚ್ಚೋ ಚೂಡಿ ,ಜೀನ್ಸ್ ,ಟಿ ಶರ್ಟ್ ನ ಸೆಕ್ಸಿ ಡ್ರೆಸ್ ಅಂತಾರೆ ,,ಬೆನ್ನು ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ,ಸೊಂಟ ಕಾಣಿಸೋ ಸೀರೆ ಲಕ್ಷಣ ಅಂತಾರೆ ..ತಾಳಿ ಹಾಕಿಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಮದ್ವೆ ಆಗಿಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ಕೋತಾರೆ ... ಅಯ್ಯೋ ರಾಮ .... ಇದೆಲ್ಲಾ ಹಾಗಿರ್ಲಿ . ಅನಾಲಿಟಿಕ್ಸ್  ಪ್ರಕಾರ ನಮ್ ದೇಶದಲ್ಲಿ ಬುರ್ಖಾ , ಸೀರೆ, ಸಲ್ವಾರ್ ಹಾಕೊಳೋರ್ ಮೇಲೇನೆ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ರೇಪ್ ಆಗಿರೊದಂತೆ. ನೋಡೋರ್ ದೃಷ್ಟಿ , ಮನಸ್ಸು ಕಂಟ್ರೋಲಲ್ಲಿ ಇಲ್ಲಾಂದ್ರೆ ಹೆಣ್ಮಕ್ಳು ಬಟ್ಟೆ ಮೇಲೆ ಹಾಕ್ಬಿಡದು . ಗಂಡಸ್ರು ಚಿಕ್ಕ್ ಚಿಕ್ಕ್ ಚಡ್ಡಿ ಬರ್ಮೋಡಾ ಹಾಕೊಂಡಾಗ , ಹೆಣ್ಮಕ್ಳು ಅದೇ ದೃಷ್ಟಿಯಿಂದ ಏನಾದ್ರು ನೋಡಕ್ ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದ್ರೆ  .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ಗೊಳ್ ಅಂತ ನಗ್ಬೇಡಿ .. ಯೋಚ್ನೆ ಮಾಡೋ ರೀತಿ ನ ಬದ್ಲಾಯಿಸಿ ! ]

It's not about the attire, it's the way you think .Damn it !

A traveller....

A traveller is somebody who lives in a permanent state of nostalgia.
A traveller is somebody who dared to walk on a road that not everybody dares to walk, but everybody knows perfectly how to walk it.
A traveller is  brave who knows how to give his heart; even he knows it will be broken… And actually he is so crazy that this is what he wants… A broken heart so he can leave a piece of his heart in every part of the world he has been… Because it is the only way that a piece of him can remain there…
A traveller is somebody used to live with ghosts, somebody who has met more than thousand souls in his search of happiness and has touched more than thousand lives leaving a fingerprint… Unforgettable… And “non-returnable”…
A traveller is a  simple human, doesn’t understand how people take job so personal to the point that become incapable to accept change, new things or different points of views.. And becomes this “incomprehensible weird”
A traveller has a bigger perspective, is used to thank with a smile, knowing that a smile is one of the three universal languages, besides love and music.
A traveller breaks his paradigms, becomes pragmatic… Always trying to get the two or three sides of every story.
A traveller can be a better financier, because he understand the value of savings and a good budget.
A traveller becomes organized, because he knows that in any moment he will have to (and be aching to) take his things and fly again, so he really needs to know where his things are.
A traveller is a free soul… An angel without wings, but used to travel… A human who values more dignity than pride or power.
A traveller knows that money is a way, not a purpose… So he will accumulate experiences that will be gold for his grandchild, but stones for those who are used to routine.
A traveller is the one who makes possible world peace, by being an Ambassador -without diplomatic title- representing his nation and representing every place where his soul has been caught. Through his actions, he is building bridges to join nations and create a cultural understanding.
A traveller will always be different, but not less and would always be willing to take the risk of being called weird.
But… How would be this world without the authenticity’s beauty of every human being?
I think I am beautifully destined to be a traveller… ✈️

Tiruvu

ಎಷ್ಟೋ ವಿಷಯಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬರಿಬೇಕು ಅನ್ಸಿತ್ತು ಸುಮಾರು ದಿನಗಳಿಂದ . ಪೆನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿಯುತ್ತಿದಂತೆ ಆಲೋಚನೆಗಳು ಬೇರೆ ಬೇರೆ ವಿಷಯದತ್ತ ಎಗರಾಡೋಕೆ ಶುರು ಮಾಡ್ತು .ಯಾಕೋ ಕಾಣೆ ! ಇದಕ್ಕೆ ಅನ್ಸುತ್ತೆ ತಲೆ ನೆಟ್ಟಗೆ ನಿಲ್ಲಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ನೋದು . ಚಂಚಲ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನವರಿಗೆ ಇರೋ ಸಿಂಪ್ಟಮ್ !ಏನಪ್ಪಾ ಬರವಣಿಗೆನೇ  ಮರೆತುಬಿಟ್ನಾ ಅಂತ ಶುರುವಾಗ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದ ಹಾಗೆ ಪದಗಳ ಜೋಡಣೆ ತಾನಾಗೇ ಹಾಳೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಅಂಟಿತು . ಅಪ್ಪ ಸಧ್ಯ ! ಅಂದ್ಕೊಂಡೆ .
ಮನಸ್ಸು ಒಂದೇ ಅಲ್ಲ , ಬದುಕು ಕೂಡ ಚಂಚಲಾನೆ . ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡ ಹಾಗೆ ನಡಿತಾ ಬಂದ್ರೂ ಸಣ್ಣ ಪುಟ್ಟ ತಿರುವುಗಳಿಂದ ಕೊನೆಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲೊ ತಂದು ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸುತ್ತೆ. ಆ ಕೊನೆ ಏನೇ ಆಗಲಿ ,ಅದನ್ನು  ಅನುಭವಿಸುವ ಬದಲು ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಕ್ಷಣವನ್ನು ಲಘುವಾಗಿ ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡು ದೂಷಿಸುವವರೇ ಹೆಚ್ಚು . “life is short”, “ One life, live it” ,” life is beautiful”......ಅನ್ನೋ  ಮಾತುಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇವಲ ಖುಷಿಯ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನಮೂದಿಸುವ ಬದಲು ಜೀವನದ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ತಿರುವುಗಳ್ಲಲಿ ಅಳವಡಿಸಿಕೊಂಡರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಬದುಕಿಗೊಂದು ಸಾರ್ಥಕತೆ . ಏಕೆಂದರೆ -
ನಾ ನೀನಲ್ಲ ,
ನೀ ನಾನಲ್ಲ ,
ಹಣೆಬರಹ ಒಂದಲ್ಲ ,
ಇರುವುದು ಕ್ಷಣಮಾತ್ರ ,
ದಿನಗಳು ನೆಪಮಾತ್ರ ,
ಬದುಕೆಂಬ ಪಾಠದಲಿ
ನಡವಳಿಕೆಯೇ ಕೋಲಾಟ .
-BMP

U-R-(IN-DIA)N

Cabin bag placed. Belt on. While I was gazing at the airplane book, a cute girl around 7-8 yrs of age smiled at me. I am good with kids you see.

She was accompanied by her parents. She came closer ,

Me with a smile back: What’s your name ?

She: Saina

She: What’s your name?

Me: Poornima

She: Are you a Muslim?

Me (In my mind: What!) and said No.

She: Are you a Hindu?

Me: No.

And she started staring with a doubtful smile.Thanking my humorous nature,

After 2 seconds, Me: I am an Indian.

Saina had nothing to say. With a little shy, she ran to her parents and started conversing in Urdu.

Keeping her religion aside,

Never a child questioned me about my religion. Why would she? Was she taught to do the same by her parents?

School? Or Influenced by something else? Or do I really look like one? Can’t blame anyone though. Moreover, blame game was not a solution.

This is not the question a child should be asking. Whatever, hope she gives a thought about my answer sometime since I could only teach her this at that span of time.

SOWING A SEED OF NATIONALITY IN  CHILD’S MIND IS A MUST BEFORE RELIGION.  Thank u Saina for making me realize !

ಕಿ - ಟ - key (Window)

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ಬಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ ಕಿಟಕಿ ಪಕ್ಕ ಕೂರೋ  ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಮಂದಿ ಸಿಂಹಾಸನದ ಮೇಲೆ ಕೂತಿರೋರ್  ಥರ ಆಡ್ತಾರೆ ಕಣ್ರಿ . ಯಾವ ರೀತಿಯ ಅಡಚಣೆ  ಇರಲ್ಲ ಅಂತಾನೋ   ಅಥವ ಹೊರಗಿನ ಪ್ರಪಂಚವನ್ನ ಆರಾಮಾಗಿ  ನೋಡ್ಕೊಂಡು ಪ್ರಯಾಣ ಮಾಡಬಹುದು ಅನ್ನೊ  ಖುಷಿನೋ ಕಾಣೆ . ಕಾರಣ ಏನೇ ಇರಲಿ,ಜನರ ಮನಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ ಗೋಲ್ಡ್ ಕ್ಲಾಸ್ ಫೀಲಿಂಗ್ ಬರೋದಂತೂ ನಿಜ . ಎಲೆ ಅಡಿಕೆ ಉಗಿಯುವವರಿಗೆ ತಮ್ಮದೇ ಬಸ್ಸು ಅನ್ನೊ ವೈಭವ . ಕೆಲವರು ಫೋನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಡಿ .ಟಿ .ಯಸ್ ಎಫ್ಫೆಕ್ಟ್ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲದಂತೆ ಕಿರ್ಚಾಡ್ತಾ ಇರ್ತಾರೆ. ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಕಿಟಕಿ ಮಹಿಮೆ. ಫ್ಲೈಟಲ್ಲೂ ವಿಂಡೋಸ್ ಸೀಟ್ ಫೆವರೇಟ್ .ಫೋಟೋ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ಸಿದ್ದೋ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ಸಿದ್ದೆ . ಪಕ್ಕದವ್ರು ಅಲ್ಲಾಡಕ್ಕೂ ಆಗ್ದೀರಾ ಪೇಚಾಡೋದನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ ಒಳಗೊಳಗೇ ಒಂಥರಾ ಖುಷಿ . ರೈಲುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಕಿಟಕಿಯಿಂದ ಕೊಂಡು ತಿನ್ನೋ ಸುಖ ಅನುಭವಿಸಿದವರಿಗೇ ಗೊತ್ತು. ಬರೀ ವಾಹನಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆನೆ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದೀನಿ ಅಂದ್ಕೊಂಡ್ರಾ ? ಕ್ಲಾಸ್ಸ್ರೂಮ್ಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಗಂಟೆಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಬ್ಲಾಕ್ ಅಂಡ್ ವೈಟ್ ಬೋರ್ಡ್ ನೋಡೊ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳಿಗೆ ಕಿಟಕಿನೇ ಎಂಟರ್ಟೈನ್ಮೆಂಟ್ .ಬೇರೆ ಜಗತ್ತೇ ಕೈಬೀಸಿ ಕರೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ ಅನ್ಸುತ್ತೆ . ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹೊರಗೆ ನೋಡಿದ್ರೆ ಸಾಕು , ಉತ್ತರಗಳು ಹೊಳೆಯೋ ಚಾನ್ಸಸ್ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ.ಆಳವಾಗಿ ಹೋದ್ರೆ ಕಿಟಕಿಗಳಿಂದ ನೋಡಿದಾಗ  ಮನಸಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಬೀಳೊ ಪರಿಣಾಮ ಹಾಗೇ ನೋಡಿದ್ರೆ ಸಿಗಲ್ಲ . ಸಿನಿಮಾಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಭಾವನೆಗಳ್ಳನ್ನ ಕಿಟಕಿ ಪಕ್ಕ ನಿಂತು  ವ್ಯಕ್ತಪಡಿಸೋದೇ ಹೆಚ್ಚು.

' Windows makes you think ". ಭಾವನೆಗಳಿಗೂ ಕಿಟಕಿಗೂ ಏನೋ ಲಿಂಕ್ ಇರಬೇಕು. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ನೋಡಿ ,ಸಣ್ಣ  ವಯಸ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಪಟಾಕಿ ಸಿಡಿಯೋದನ್ನ , ಬೀದಿ ಮೆರವಣಿಗೆಯನ್ನ ,ಆಟಾಸಾಮಾನು , ಮಿಠಾಯಿ ಮಾರೋರನ್ನ ಕಿಟಕಿಯಿಂದ ನೋಡಿದ ಆ ದಿನಗಳನ್ನು  ಮತ್ತೆ  ಮೆಲುಕು ಹಾಕುವಂತೆ ಮಾಡುತ್ತೆ ನೆನೆಪುಗಳು . ಕುಂಟೆಬಿಲ್ಲೆ ಕಾಲದಿಂದ  ವಿಂಡೋಸ್ ಆಪರೇಟಿಂಗ್ ಸಿಸ್ಟಮ್ ವರೆಗೂ ಒಂದೇ ಫ್ರೇಮ್ನಲ್ಲಿ  ಇಡೀ ಪ್ರಪಂಚಾನೇ ತೋರಿಸೋ ಈ ಕಿಟಕಿದೇ ಕಿಮ್ಮತ್ತು . 

-ಬಿ .ಎಂ .ಪಿ

ಒಸಿ ಯೋಳ್ತಿನ್ ಕೇಳಿ

ಬೆಂಗ್ಳೂರ್ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಸುಮ್ ಸುಮ್ನೆ ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ಕು , ನೀರಿನ್ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆ ,ಪೊಲ್ಲ್ಯೂಷನ್ನು ಮಣ್ಣು ಮಸಿ ಅಂತ ಕಂಪ್ಲೇಂಟ್ ಮಾಡ್ಡೋರ್ ,ಹೊರ ರಾಜ್ಯ ಅಥವಾ ಬೇರೆ ಊರಿಂದ್ ದುಡಿಯಾಕ್ ಬಂದು ಇಲ್ಲೇ ಸೆಟ್ಲ್ ಆಗಿ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರ್ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಬರೀ ಫ್ಹ್ಯಶನ್ ಅಂದ್ಕೊಂಡಿರೋ ನನ್ *** ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಕಿವಿ ಕೊಟ್ ಕೇಳ್ರಿ .. ಬರೀ ಮಾಲು ,ಮೋಜು ,ವೀಕೆಂಡ್ ಡ್ರೈವು ,ಡಿನ್ನರ್ ,ಡೇಟಿಂಗ್ ಐಟಿಬಿಟಿ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಅಂದ್ಕೊಂಡ್ರಾ ಅಣ್ತಮ್ಮಾಸ್ ? ಈ ಊರ್ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಏನ್ ಸುಮ್ನೇನಾ ?

ಬೆಂಗ್ಳೂರ್ನ ಉಪಯೋಗ್ಸ್ಕೊಳೋ ರೀತಿ ಇಲ್ಲೇ ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಬೆಳ್ದಿರೋ ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಮಂದಿಗ್ ಇನ್ನೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ .ಪ್ರತೀ ವಾರ ಇನ್ನೂ ಯಾಕೆ ಕಣ್ಣ್ ಬಿಟ್ ನೋಡಿದ್ರೆ ಪ್ರತೀ ದಿನಾ ಇಲ್ಲಿ  ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ , ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನಡಿಯೋ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮಗಳು ನನ್ ಮಗಂದ್ ಬೇರೆ ಯಾವ್ ಜಿಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೂ ಇಷ್ಟೊಂದ್  ನಾನ್  ಕಾಣ್ ವೊಲ್ಲೆ . ಕಥೆ ,ಕಾದಂಬರಿ , ನಾಟಕ ,ಕ್ರೀಡೆ ,ಸಂಗೀತ ,ನೃತ್ಯ ,ಅಡಿಗೆ .....ಅಬ್ಬಬ್ಬಾ ಯಾವ್ದ್  ಬೇಕೋ ಆಯ್ಕೊಳಿ . ಒಂದೊಂದ್ ವಿಷ್ಯದ್ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನಡಿಯೋ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮಗಳಲ್ಲೂ ನಮ್ಮೂರೇ ಎತ್ತಿದ್ ಕೈ . ಇದನೆಲ್ಲಾ ಉಳಿಸಿ ಬೆಳಿಸ್ತಾ ಇರೋದು ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿ ಬಡ್ಡಿಮಗಂದ್ ಬೆಂಗ್ಳೂರ್ ಕನ್ರಲ್ಲಾ ..... ನನ್ ದೋಸ್ತಿಸ್ ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಮಂದಿ ಈ ಊರಿನ್ ವೆದರ್ಗೆ ಬಿದ್ದೋಗವ್ರೆ . ಫೈನಲ್ಆಗ್ ಯೋಳ್ತಿವ್ನಿ , ಕಂಪ್ಲೇಂಟ್  ಮಾಡೋದ್ನ ಪಕ್ಕಕ್  ವಗಾಸಿ. ಯೂಸ್ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಳಿ ನೆಟ್ಟಿಗೆ. ಆಗ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ವಾಪಸ್ ಹೋಗಾಕ್ ದಾರಿ ಗೊತ್ತಲ್ಲ ?ಈ ಊರೇ ಒಂದ್ ಗಿಫ್ಟ್ .  ...ಬಿಕಾಸ್ ಬಾಂಗ್ಳೂರ್ ಇಸ್ ಹೆವನ್ . ಅಷ್ಟಿಲ್ದೀರಾ ಠಿಕಾಣಿ ಹಾಕ್ತಿದ್ರಾ ಇಲ್ಲಿ? ನಮ್ ಮನೆ ದೇವ್ರಾಣೆ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ಅಲ್  ಇದ್ನ ಭಾಷಾಂತ್ರ ಮಾಡಲ್ಲ . ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಲಿರ್ಲಾ ..... 

ಮಳೆ ನೋಡಿ ನಿನ್ನೆ ಇಂದ , ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾಲಿಗ್ ಪುರ್ಸೊತ್ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಪೆನ್ ಹಿಡ್ದೆ . ಆಡು ಭಾಷೇಲಿ ಗೀಚ್ತಾ ಬಿಸಿ ಬಿಸಿ ಟೀ ಪುಟ್ಕೊತಾ ಬರ್ಯೋ ಮಜಾನೇ ಬೇರೆ . ಹೇಳೋದ್ ಮರ್ತಿದ್ದೆ .ಸ್ಪೆಲ್ಲಿಂಗ್ ಮಿಸ್ಟೇಕ್ ಇದ್ರೆ ಕ್ಷಮಿಸ್ಬೇಡಿ .ಸಿಕ್ದಾಗ್  ಉಗಿರಿ ಪರ್ವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ.

Flying Wheel

I dreamt of touching the sky since my childhood. But I had the privilege to just wave my hands from the terrace to the Airplane thinking travelers would notice me. As a child that was a happy 30 sec shift of mind since eyes would concentrate only on that tiny little flying object dreaming of the scenarios that would happen inside the aircraft.

I recollect this every time I touch Airport road in Bangalore .Thoughts awake my mind against  the daily routines. 40 min of journey from my home to BIA could be added as my everlasting life time memory.I would have already educated myself  a hell lot about the place prior my visit.The history ,heritage ,culture,food,local lifestyle,de tours and what not ! Every detailed component about the destination would plug over my mind questioning “Will it be the same in real “? Gazing at people passing by in cars beside me fires my zeal.I hate tourists.”Is he a tourist or a traveller ? “ I can easily differentiate by looking at someone who is on an urge  to travel. This queries my mind till I board my flight.The moment I’m taken off, the wonderful circle completes when I look below from the window waiting for that little child somewhere to wave her hand towards me and a tiny bird within me tweets inside :

“Always hold your head high and dream but once you are there, be down to earth "!

DeepavaLi(ದೀಪಾವಳಿ)

ಸಣ್ಣ ವಯಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ದೀಪಾವಳಿ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಬರೀ ಪಟಾಕಿ ಹೊಡಿಯೋದೇ ಕೆಲಸ ಅಂದ್ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೆ ನಾನು .ಇನ್ಫ್ಯಾಕ್ಟ್ , ಈಗ್ಲೂ ಅದೇ ಮೈಂಡ್ ಸೆಟ್ ಆದ್ರೆ ಹಣತೆಗಳು ಮನೆಯೊಳಗೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚು .  ವರ್ಷಗಳು ಕಳೆದರೂ ಹೀಗೆ ಇರಲಿ ಅಂತ ನನ್ನ ಆಸೆ. ಪಟಾಕಿ ತರೋದೇ ಕಾಯ್ತಾ  ಇರ್ತಾಯಿದ್ದೆ .  .  ಮೂರು ದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ಆಗೋಷ್ಟು ಪಟಾಕಿಯನ್ನ ಭಾಗ ಮಾಡೋದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ  ಅದೇನ್ ಸಂಭ್ರಮಾನೋ ಕಾಣೆ . ಆಟಂ ಬಾಂಬ್ನ ತೆಂಗಿನ ಕರಟದ ಅಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ,ಖಾಲಿ ಡಬ್ಬದೊಳಗೆ ಇಟ್ಟು ಡಬ್ಬ ಹಾರೋದನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ ನಾನು ಯಗರ್ಲಾಡ್ತಾ  ಇದ್ದೆ . ಎಷ್ಟೇ ಪಟಾಕಿ ಇದ್ರೂ ಅರ್ಧ ಘಂಟೆಗೆ ಖಾಲಿ . ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಬುದ್ದಿ ಬಂದ್ಮೇಲೆ , ಆನೆ ಪಟಾಕಿನೇ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ .ಯಾಕ್ ಹೇಳಿ ? ದಿನವಿಡೀ ಹೊಡಿಬೊಹುದು ಅಂತ. ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ,ಮದ್ಯಾಹ್ನ ,ಸಂಜೆ ಹೊಡ್ಡಿದ್ದೇ ಹೊಡ್ಡಿದ್ದು .ಸಂಜೆ ಅಮ್ಮ ದೀಪ ಹಚ್ಚೋದೇ  ತಡ , ನಾನ್ ಫುಲ್ ರೆಡಿ . ಉದುದ್ದ ಅಗರ್ಬತ್ತಿ ತರಕ್ಕೆ ಅಂಗಡಿಗೆ ಆಗಾಗ ಹೋಗೋದ್ಬೇರೆ ಒಂದ್ ಕೆಲಸ . ಗನ್ ಇಲ್ದೆ ಇದ್ರೂ ರೀಲ್ನ ಕಲ್ಲಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಟ್ಟಿ ಡಮ್ ಅನ್ಸಿ ಕೈಗೆ ಕಿಡಿ ಹಾರಿಸ್ಕೊಂಡು ಬೈಸ್ಕೊಳದು ಥ್ರೀ ಡೇಸ್ ರೊಟೀನ್ .  ಮಧ್ಯ ಏನಾದ್ರೂ ಮಳೆ ಬಂದ್ರೆ ಪ್ಲಾನೆಲ್ಲ ಠುಸ್ . ಪಟಾಕಿ ,ಛಳಿಗೆ ಹಾಳಾಗತ್ತೆನೋ ಅನ್ನೊ ಭಯಕ್ಕೆ ಬಟ್ಟೇಲಿ ಸುತ್ತಿಡೋದು ಬೇರೆ. " ತುಳಸಿ ಹಬ್ಬಕ್ಕೆ ಸಲ್ಪ ಎತ್ತಿಡೇ ", ಅನ್ನೋರು ಅಮ್ಮ .ಬರೀ ಹೂ ಅಂತಿದ್ದೆ . ಬೇಗ ಪಟಾಕಿ ಹೊಡೆದು ಲೇಟಾಗಿ ಹೊಡಿಯೋರ್ನ, ಮಾಡಿ ಮೇಲೆ ನಿಂತು ನೋಡೊದು ಊಟದ ನಂತರದ ಕೆಲಸ ನಂಗೆ. ಮಾರನೆ ದಿನ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಸ್ನಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಮುಂಚೆ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಯಾವದಾದ್ರು ಪಟಾಕಿ ಉರಿದಲೆ ಹಾಗೆ ಬಿದ್ದಿದ್ಯೇನೊ ಅಂತ ಕಡ್ಡಿಲಿ ಕೆದುಕ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೆ. ಕೊನೆಗೆ ಪೇಪರ್ನೆಲ್ಲಾ  ಕೂಡಿಹಾಕಿ ಬೆಂಕಿ ಹಚ್ತಾಯಿದ್ದೆ.  ಅಕಸ್ಮಾತಾಗಿ ಎಲ್ಲೊ ಡಮ್ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಪಟಾಕಿ ಹೊಡೆದಷ್ಟೇ ಖುಷಿ .ಮಜಾ ಏನೂ೦ದ್ರೆ , ಕೆಲವು ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಕತ್ತಲೆ ಆಗೋಕ್ ಮುಂಚೆನೇ ಸುರ್ಸುರ್ ಬತ್ತಿ , ಫ್ಲವರ್ ಪಾಟ್ ಹಚ್ಚೋರು ಸ್ವಾಮಿ .. ನಗೋದೋ ? ಅಳೋದೋ ? ಆಗ ಸ್ಮಾರ್ಟ್ ಫೋನ್ ಇರ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ . ಲೈವ್ ಅನ್ನೋ ಪದಕ್ಕೆ ಲೈವ್ಲಿಯಾಗಿ ಎಂಜಾಯ್ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ವಿ ... ಹಬ್ಬಕ್ಕೆ ಒಂದ್ ಕಳೆ ಇತ್ತು . ಈಗ್ಲೂ ಇದೆ ಬಟ್ ಕ್ಕ್ವಯ್ಟ್ ಡಿಫರೆಂಟ್ (ಅರ್ಥ ನೀವೇ ಹುಡುಕ್ಕೊಳಿ)........

Googly

After a tiring day at work and a long journey from office, I finally reached home with a headache ! I took out the keys to open the lock but wait, the door was already unlocked ! I pushed the door slowly wondering who would it be ? .None ! But the lights were on.seriously ? what happened ? My eyes moved all around. I was still standing outside . Was shocked to see the home empty .Where is the sofa? TV ? Photos frames?.There was just an empty cot lying in the hall.Heart beat literally stopped for a while.I was getting scared to take a single step into my home. Robbery ?theft ?call the police,,,,,,,so many things running in mind.Even the color of the wall was changed. Sounds funny? I slowly walked inside listening to the echo of my own footsteps and moved further.It was damn scary.I started staring at every detail aspects….. Wait ,Oh man ! This is not my home.If you guessed this was a dream, you are wrong.I had accidentally entered into the house just below my flat which was still open for rent ! Hahahaha.... It was actually opened by the owner .Heart beat was back to normal. I just smiled at myself and climbed up to my home and was happy to see every thing safe inside. This happened few months ago.Penning it lately.

Fond memories

Guess what ! It had been a very long time since I had a look at all those stuffs which I had collected during my school and college days.Was indeed happy that I had safely preserved every single piece .Slam books with lovely wordings of my friends, teachers & lecturers, friendship bands, birthday & new year cards, tiny perfume bottles, wrist watches, record books, peacock feathers, bracelets and finger rings, coin book , stamps collected from the postmaster,movie stars posters which I secretly got from college library magazines smile emoticon ...It took me back for a while , made me recollect those days ! Remembered everyone of them and memories associated with the presents smile emoticon . Words written on the cards seemed so pleasant, empty perfume bottles still maintained the aroma,watches had lost its time , books retained the feathers,posters reminded me the exact place from where I got them hiding ,days when I used to wait near the gate for the postmaster…..! uffff , a suitcase full of treasure & most of them from my school days smile emoticon Such a long time ! Thanks to my friends,teachers, cousins and relatives .U made me feel the true meaning of nostalgia .These are worth preserving smile emoticon Tagging each one of u through my words smile emoticon Thanks again ! Cheers to life smile emoticon Love u all smile emoticon

Mr.Shy

The moment I passed near him,he took out his long neck and started staring.The Red and green skin combination attracted me.His shell was very different from the rest.I didn't want to walk away without capturing.Guess flash might hv disturbed him.He slowly sinked his neck in closed his eyes.I moved thinking that he was not interested.After few steps,I turned back and saw him looking at me smile emoticon He was a shy guy. Glad to meet u Mr.Turtle.

A 15 minute walk :)

A 15 minute walk :)
It rained heavily in Bangalore yesterday.I mean really heavy.Roads were flooded with water for 2-3 feet . It was irritating to drive back home from office and tiring too.So i decided to travel through public transport the next day..It takes 15 min to walk to my office from Majestic bus station.It was a cool morning due to rain.Majestic is the major bus station in Bangalore and one of the most crowded area.

The moment i got down the bus, i could feel something new,something which i hadn't experienced since a long time.I felt lighter :) I started to walk towards my office.People are so busy in the city and i could feel it ! Small shops, milk parlors, bakeries,electronic stores,bag store,shoe stores had just opened.Shop owners were tasting their morning coffee.I could feel the coffee aroma in the stalls,samosas were hot and smelling good,flower vendors with fresh flowers were smiling at me with full charm.As i moved further, i could find some crazy movie fans in queue for tickets,vegetable vendors with greenery around,bells from the temples were clearly audible with idols in their best attire to showcase devotees. :)

That 15 min walk was so damn good to visualize all normal routines that follow in the busy street of Bangalore .Thanks to the weather :) What i always believed seemed true again ! The experience of a small walk gives immense happiness ; in our own city or any other :)

Lift

       Lift ! No.I'm not referring to a verb neither weighting lifting but a noun ,you guessed it right, the elevator .The vertical transport equipment that efficiently moves people or goods between floors of a building.Not a great topic to write but i found something interesting !
Be it in office or any other buildings,we all have experienced ourselves in lifts in our day to day life.
So, what is so interesting to write about it ? When ever we enter into a lift ,there are different kinds or categories of people in it.Few known & few unknown,of different age group and gender.I used to always wonder what might be running in their mind until they walk out of it.I usually keep staring at everyone in the lift and keep guessing about their thoughts.Most of them keep looking at the arrow mark right from the beginning till the end, few keep staring at others looking at their attire , few try to read the same posters or warning messages on the wall everyday ! and others look at each others foot wears and accessories etc,,,,,even if we meet a friend, we may hesitate to talk to them since we would be accompanied by strangers around.I have also come across ladies comparing each other right from hair style to sandals !We come across some funny incidents too like overloading; when the last person entering the lift would feel so embarrassed that even though he is lean, he would be forced to stand out and wait, pressing the wrong buttons in hurry and sometimes going out thinking that was the floor we opted for and again getting back. Also we might have thought "What if the lift stops suddenly ?" & laughed within.
But that 2-3 minutes of time spent in the lift is so interesting since we are out of every normal routine that we perform and various kinds of thoughts run in each and every individual's mind depending on the age group.Those thoughts would be so different from our normal thoughts that run in our mind even when we are alone.I tried to talk to few people after getting out of the lift and asked them what was it that was in their mind and most of them answered that they were thinking about the next scenario that they would come across ; be it their work,home or the person they would meet later or their daily to do's....
Those few minutes of silence , those special thoughts, those eye contacts with each other was something that made me write ....Well , next time when you are into the lift, do let me know your thoughts as well .. happy lifting wink emoticon

My First Poem

This was the first poem i wrote when i was in 5th grade.That was the time when i had just started learning hindi ; i laugh at it whenever i read now.....

"Nahi hai koi seema,
Sapt swaron se hai jama,
Raag taal se ki sangam se khula dil ka sama,
Kuch sur mila to hua dukh ki kshama....

Suni thi jab pehle to khil gaya tha man,
Nachne lagi thi hruday ki dhadkan,
Ye hai saare adbhuton se mehengi dhan,
Jiski nahi hai koi wajan....

Laakhon pranam jisne laya ise bhumandal,
Anth nahi iska jab tak na mit ta maanav kul,
Hoga dhun jab tak rahega hawa aur jal,
Yahi hai sangeet bagair mushkil har ek pal.....

I was crazzzzzy about music .That's how this poem came out.Later i realized how bad i was in hindi.!!!!

True differentiation is -----

Today I visited Ayyappa temple near my place.Before that have u heard about Jayamala's Shabarimala issue?Why are girls not allowed ? I dont understand. If this the case then why are we allowed to enter into ayyappa temples other than Shabarimala? Is rules not same everywhere ? "Women are making their mark in every field." Offcourse yes but why differentiation."Women not allowed inside a temple".Now , how does this sound.No action has been taken regarding this issue.
This is India and this is what we follow.Height of embarrassment......I wasted half an hour thinking what to type but felt ashamed of the practices that we are following.My fingers are not running.Really cant type anything more than this.

Happiness

One of the major necessities of all living beings.Ofcourse a necessity else what are we living for.? But the question is how do we get it ? Just look around you once.What do you see ? Then think is this what i wanted...are you satisfied ? According to me , happiness is not what you have acquired or what you are aming to acquire.I am saying this because , the reason for happiness today may not be the same tommorrow.For example , today You are happy by getting a new dress but tomorrow may be u are not if again u get a new dress.Why is this ? This is because of ur mood.In 24 hours , your mind might have got a new definition of happiness.Then how do we define it ? Well that depends on each and every individual and may or may not remain constant always and there are many ways to get it according to the respective definition.
According to me I can find happiness even when i am sad.That is nothing but the solution to my sadness.Happiness cannot be got.It can only be found if one really wishes to.Remember if you reallly want to be happy , no one can't stop you.

Emotions !!

"Emotions" without which no living thing exist or is it possible ? I dont think so.We also have heard about navarasas(nine kinds of aesthetics).But experiencing the combination of this is a superb feeling.I felt it just now.So thought of putting it here.Can one be happy as well as sad at the same time? It is possible when we hear a news which is good to some extent and equally bad as well.But this situation should be worst.I mean,the good part should be too good and the bad one should be too bad.The feeling that you get at that moment has no simile.This was only about happy and sad.These two emotions are very common ones.The combination of heoric and furious(raudra and veera rasa) is extraordinary.We might have seen in movies.But experiencing this in reality is very rare.These aesthetics exactly show our emotions or feelings and cannot be hidden easily.I cannot suggest anyone to try these things because it can only be felt and depicting becomes so difficult.But enjoy when you feel it as the mixture of different emotions strike without our knowledge.