Unveil the Other Side

Far above the land I know Heard a voice of glory In search of it I started this beautiful journey Was it a dream? Or in real I don't know Wish I could join in Harmony Soul and heart never apart Darkness fills the space Pain felt , sorrows burried Deep within. I want to be there With you.. Can I ? Response is what I cry for In return you sing these tunes Nostalgia hits and I am unaware You care, Dont you But why is that I feel alone Simple and beaten Can you lend a hand please, I plead A soft gentle touch I know forever you are there Besides me, holding me Showering the love I need.

Today was one of those monotonous mornings, however with a surprise element. On our way to office, sis and myself happened to sight an individual riding a 2 wheeler. As this person was ahead of us at first we could just see from the back. We started debating on whether it was a he/she for obvious reasons. We had to halt at the signal with the seconds counting down from 120 (Yes! some traffic signals are a complete 2 minute wait here in Bangalore) and our converstation continued. Look at that neatly permed long hair - I definitvely said it should be SHE . After a moment I noticed the way he/she was sitting and riding the bike - pretty straight and macho - I redefined my statement and said it was a HE for sure. Now, with a body hugging Tee and a skin tight jeans which had a floral print on the pockets. - What do you say I questioned? - Both me and sis in chorus said "It's a SHE" . (Also to add the helmet worn was so girlish!) The seconds blink 5, 4, 3, 2 and 1 .. and we zo...

Disclaimer: All characters in this short story are fictitious. If any resemblance to either living or dead then it is purely co-incidential. Bhoomika ran out of the main door bidding a Goodbye. As her parents wave their hands, she jumped into a taxi that had been waiting for an hour. Her flight from Delhi to Chennai was scheduled to depart at 6 am and she was running late as usual. Bhoomika worked in an MNC after her graduation. Holding a masters degree from the University of Stanford landed her in a position that demanded her skills to be used to the maximum. Talent and expertise at the best, made her conquer the title Senior Manger, Marketing team. Close to 10 years into this corporate world had proven her abilities to sustain and bring in the best of the bests. Well, now she was working on a collaborative project that requuired a third party involvement. Risks are bound to be while working on any high profile projects in this highly challenged and competitve era. Bhoomi had it in he...

Disclaimer: For Non Kannada readers this post is about an evening travel back home in a city bus and the experience with a little imagination. However a gist is at the bottom of this post on popular demand. ಅಂದು ಸಂಜೆ ಬಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮನೆಗೆ ತೆರಳುವ ಸಂಭವ ಮೂಡಿ ಬಂದಿದ್ದು ಒಂದು ತರಹ ಒಳ್ಳೇದೆ ಆಯಿತು ಅಂತ ಈಗ ಅನಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಇದೆ. ಹೋಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ ನಿಮಗೆ ಈಗ ಈ ಲೇಖನವನ್ನು ಓದುವ ಅವಕಾಶವಿರುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ :) ಅದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಸದು ಏನಿದ್ಯಪ್ಪಾ ಅಂತ ಕೇಳ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೀರಾ? ಆಫೀಸ್ ಮುಗಿಸಿ ಬಸ್ ಸ್ಟಾಪ್ ಗೆ ಬರೋಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಕಣ್ಣ ಮುಂದೇನೆ ೩ ಕೆಂಪು ವಜ್ರ AC ಗಾಡಿಗಳು ವ್ರೂಂ ವ್ರೂಂ ಅಂತ ಹೋಗಿಯೇ ಬಿಟ್ಟವು. ರೋಡಿನ ಈ ಬದಿಯಿಂದ ಆ ಬದಿಗೆ ದಾಟುವಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಅವಸ್ಥೆ ಕೇಳಬೇಡಿ. ಆಗ ತಾನೇ ಹೈದು ಹೋದ ಬಸ್ಸಿನ ಕೊನೆಯ ಸೀಟ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂತಿದ್ದ ಮಗು ನನ್ನ ಅವಸ್ತೆಯನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ ನಗುತಿದ್ದಂತೆ ಇತ್ತು. ಹಾಗೋ ಹೀಗೋ ರೋಡ್ ದಾಟಿ ಮುಂದಿನ ಬಸ್ಸಿಗಾಗಿ ಕಾದೆ. ಎದುರಿಗೆ ಬಂದಿದ್ದು ಮಾರ್ಕೆಟ್ ಗೆ ಹೋಗೋ ಒಂದು ಸಾಧಾರಣ ಬಸ್. ಅದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ AC ಇಲ್ದೆ ಇದ್ರೂ ಕೂರಲು ಸೀಟ್ ಇದ್ದಿದ್ದು ನನಗೆ ಕುಷಿ ತಂದಿತು. ಬಸ್ ಹತ್ತಿ ಎರಡನೇ ಸೀಟಿನ ಕಿಟಕಿಯ ಪಕ್ಕ ಕೂತೆ. ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಹಾಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಕತ್ತನ್ನು ಸುತ್ತ ಗೂಬೆಯಂತೆ ತಿರುಗಿಸಿ ಜೊತೆ ಪಯಣಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಕರನ್ನು ವೀಕ್ಷಿಸಿದೆ. ಮುಂದೆ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ ಯುವತಿಯರಿಬ್ಬರು ...

Ventured out on a casual stroll In the street saw I A kid cajole its mom , for a decent toy buy Shabby looks, clothes tattered Cruel 'NO' is what I hear Dreaming kid's heart shattered Rolling down its cheek, I see a tear Kid rest his head, couched safe Mom sits there and embrace She had no penny To feed her little sonny Harsh was reality that hit her hard Begging continued on the street No signs of betterness on the card She stood fighting the cold, bare feet A stranger crossed the busy road Filled of trucks with heavy load Picked the toy from the vendor Placed it in the hands of the little wonder A gentle tender smile Is what I'd been waiting all the while Bewildered, I stand there Ahh! there are people who care and share..

September is a lovely month in itself. The name comes from an Old roman word " Septem " meaning seven. It was the seventh month in Roman calendar and hence the name. [Click on the picture for a better resolution] Place of the capture: Haleakala, Hawai. * September was also called the Haefest monath <--> "Harvest month" when the barley was harvested. * In song and story September is thought of as a "mellow month". * 9/11 is an unforgettable day! Do I need to explain why? More interesting facts of September??? Please do share.