The day of Christmas!

On a lovely day of Christmas
Amidst carols and the mass
Stood I, waiting for Mr. Claus

Presents , gifts and cards
Filled the stores and carts
In search of one, was my heart

My feet -
walked the snow covered street
Feeling the showering sleet.

Far I had traveled
On spotting the reindeer, almost stumbled
And Santa's "Ho ho ho" got me dazzled

Wrapped gift in his hand
Gentle smile on his face
And the warmth he brought along

I opened the gift-box
A set of puzzle blocks
In time all the words unlocked

"Share and Care" was in Bold
My hand hold -
A warm message in Gold

Eyes opened
And I questioned
Dream? all this while?

Mirrored Me!!

After having read the article in "The Times of India", a vague thought runs in my head.It may sound really wierd but how I wish it was true. The article talked about a new planet discovered in another orbit which revolves around a star in a different solar system altogether.

"A rocky planet, same size as the Earth has been discovered orbiting a star like our sun." That sounds a bit of fun.

"Although the planet, Kepler-20f could have a thick water-vapour atmosphere, its
surface is believed to be too hot for life. "

As I read through these lines my witty brain was thinking beyond physics and astronomy. A set of "what ifs?" questions popping up, I was lost in an imaginary world - yeah of course, I had landed on Kepler-20f :0

I was standing in the centre of an island which was densely covered with coconut trees.Mild tropical climate and the wonderful shore. It was perfect to the ultimatum. The roaring waves and me walking on the sand , was an euphoric experience.

Far in the distance I saw a person like object moving closer to me. I was shocked to see myself in another person as she walked and stood right in front of me. What nonsense am I talking.. No I am serious , it was my twin on Kepler-20f. She was making sounds and reciprocated the same way I did. Screamed with joy, jumped with emotions, hugged each other and as we do that I noticed one huge wave wich was rising high and it rose higher within seconds ... and I opened my eyes.My candid thought process was broken and I was on planet earth, in my sweet home. Gosh! that was scary indeed but quite a nice experience. How I wish I'd spent a little more time with the other me from Kepler-20f.

That noon I shared this with my sis and she went more crazy with her version of the twin story. "What if every one had a twin there ? what language do they talk in? How do we communicate?" Oh Lord save us from these hilarious talks!

"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities. ~ Dr. Seuss "

Office chitter chatters - Incident 1

On a casual thursday afternoon,

Friend 1 : The roads were crowded today. So I logged in late.
Me : Hey today it is Hanuman Jayanti.. That might be the cause.
Friend 1 : Oh Yeah in Orissa its Guruvaar(Thursday).

My expression :/ and I blurped out : Oh madamji its Guruvaar throughout not just Orissa ...

Well she meant it was the Lakshmi pooja that they perform on all the Guruvaars/ Thursdays in this particular month. And that day being the last one of the month is supposed to be auspicious and celebrated with zest and fervor. A good piece of information it was, received in a hilarious way.

On searching the net for more, here's what I extracted.

The whole month of Margashira is spent in worshipping the Goddess Lakshmi in Orissa.The festival is known as "Manabasa Gurubara" or "Lakshmi Puja" which is performed by the housewives.

This festivities include the houses getting cleaned and purified with the plastering done using cow dung, a jhoti[rangoli design] drawn using the rice powder mixed with water, footmarks are painted from the door to theplace of worship to welcome the Goddess lakshmi. The flower garlands decorate the roofs.

Early morning after a purificatory bath the howsewives worship Goddess lakshmi in the form of paddy measures. Varities of rice is prepared with lot of shraddha and offered to the diety which is later shared to all.

In the evening the Laxmi Purana is recited which teaches all to pay extreme regard to goddess Lakshmi. It is believed that the one who disreards her will face some evil days.

Small talks can help share different cultural and traditional values.

"Unveil my creations - Bhuta Kola"

Coastal karnataka is famous for two traditional art forms - Yakshagana and Bhuta kola.
Here is my version of the bhuta kola. To read more hit wiki.


Today's travel to office was different than usual. No, I am not talking about the weather. It was still the same bright and sunny day here in Bangalore, though we've already hit December. The time I commute these days have been shifted from wee hours (according to this generation - 7 am) to sunny afternoons (12:30 pm), an arrangement made as per my work requirement.

What made this day's commute special by the way?

Good news!! for new work time I get a company transport:). wohoooh!! I am the first one to be picked up which means the last one to be dropped as well :( However my cab driver, "Babu" who is a localite talks about various essence of life and keeps the momentum going (actually from his perspective). I try to provide my opinions and views whenever possible. This way we learn, share ideas and increase our knowledge. Topics range from Current affairs to an affair between two film stars:) ha ha ha!

Today, as we crossed one of the major traffic junctions, Babu turned on the radio. We heard ದಿ regular radio station lady talk about a listener's message. She was giggling all the way " ನಮ್ಮ ಶುಭ ಮೇಡಂ ಒಂದು ಸಂದೇಶ ಕಳ್ಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ - ಅವ್ರಿಗೆ ಈ ಹಾಡು ಕೇಳ್ದಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲ ಸ್ಕೂಲ್ ಡೇಸ್ ನೆನಪಿಗೆ ಬರುತ್ತಂತೆ. ಕುಂಟೆ ಬಿಲ್ಲೆ ಆಡ್ಕೊಂಡು, ಶುಂಟಿ ಪೇಪ್ಪೆರ್ಮಿಂಟ್ ತಿಂದಿದ್ದು .. .. , ಅಯ್ಯೋ, ಈಗ ನಿಮಗೆಲ್ಲ ಹಳೇ ನೆನಪು ಬರ್ತಾ ಇದ್ರೆ ದಯವಿಟ್ಟು ಮೆಸೇಜ್ ಕಳಿಸಿ" [Our lady Shubha, on listening to the previous song played has gone back in time. Memories of her school days, when she played Hopscotch,ate those tiny circled peppermint. In case somewonderful memories rushing down your brain, please message and send them across...] La la la la went on..

Aaahh! Those few words took me back to those wonderful days of being a carefree kid,
the days of joy. Riminiscing the sweet events of life we had a short conversation.

I - " Babu sir, do you remember those lemon golis we used to get for 5 paise each"
Babu - "Yes Madam, and also those orange slice shaped sweets."
I - "Yeah, shunti peppermint, haalkova[milk cake], huNsehannu lollypop [tamarind masala
sticks]. Today's kids might not even heard of these stuff I guess"
Babu - "Haan Madam, only burger, pizza and french fries is what they know"
I - "I remember those khulfi sticks, ajji kodalu or sonpapdi [the one brought by a vendor in
a gadi ringing a bell]
Babu - "Also games were so much a part of our lives, we used to play everyday on returning
from school"

I - "Yes, ice-spice, hopscotch, lagori, and me the naughty one used to leap from one building to another(No super-man powers dude.. but I was doing this then however I fear of it now), gilli-danda and the like. Today I see most of the kids involved in one hobby class or the other - dance class, swimming class, singing sessions, painting class. After this they attend tutions too. The lucky ones who need not go through this kind of torture are seen hooked to TV or computers." [I am not against those parents who send the kids to classes based on talent and interest, trying to talk of those who push their kids to every possible activity without knowing real interests]
Babu - " Very true madam. They have all the special priviledge today."

As were indulged in enjoyable recollection of past events the Radio jockey played next - an old kannada melody - " ಸದಾ ಕಣ್ಣಲಿ ಪ್ರಣಯದ ಕವಿತೆ ಹಾಡುವೆ .."

Perfect to those nostlagic memories. !!!

"Unveil my creations" - A happy Man

Budai in folklore is admired for his happiness, plenitude, and wisdom of contentment. One belief popular in folklore maintains that rubbing his belly brings wealth, good luck, and prosperity.

Budai is traditionally depicted as a fat bald man wearing a robe and wearing or otherwise carrying prayer beads. He carries his few possessions in a cloth sack, being poor but content. He is often depicted entertaining or being followed by adoring children. His figure appears throughout Chinese culture as a representation of contentment.His image graces many temples, restaurants, amulets, and businesses.

He is almost always shown smiling or laughing, hence his nickname in Chinese, the Laughing Buddha.

Here is my version of Budai:

December 2011 Calendar Shot

December.. Oh the closing month of yet another beautiful year is right here.

I was not able to decide which of the two clicks describe the mood of december best.
So here are both of them for you all. Merry Xmas! all of you.

[Clicked with a sony cyber-shot - The wrapped gifts remind me of the Santa game]

[Clicked @ Leavenworth , Christmas season 2009. Camera: D3000 Nikon DSLR]

Facts of December:

* Some people call it "the frosty month."
* The latter part of December has long been a holiday season. The Romans honored Saturn, the god of agriculture, with a festival called Saturnalia.
* A well known fact which needs no explanation - Christians celebrate birthday of Jesus Christ on the 25th of this month.
* December's flower is the narcissus or holly.
* December's birthstone is the blue turquoise or zircon.

What else??

Baram-Pari Tale!

Kasnau, Rajasthan

Late November evening, a lively couple ,Keya and Ratan, in the remote village of Kasnau were celebrating the joy of the new arrival in the family. Friends,family and well wishers from the entire village had gathered around their old rustic home aiding moral support and to be a part of celebrations.

As Ratan held his daughter for the first time, he exclaimed "This encounter is magical". Ratan was beyond himself with happiness as congratulations poured in from every corner of the village. The baby was no doubt an angel with lovely inquisitive little eyes. Keya was not able to pull off her eyes from those cute chubby pink cheeks, tiny little fingers , soft and tender skin. The happy couple, Keya and Ratan named their bundle of joy - Pari.

Pari was perpetually sweet and obedient, even to those who abused her of being unlucky and a bad omen. Yes you read it right. Soon after Pari was born, in about a month's time, Ratan's paddy fields had been infected, leaving the family with no harvest. Ratan could not repay his loans.Poverty hit them hard. Though the size of the family was small, his financial position turned very tight due to continuous famines, which had been ravaging for over a period of five years. The villagers blamed the child for bringing ill luck and bad fate.Ratan and Keya ignored these comments and tried to lead life as normal as possible.

With situations as this, school or education was not affordable. However, Keya played the role of teacher in Pari's life. She guided her through the good and bad, right and wrong. Pari's best friend was her mom. Pari was a keen observer, was inclined to the world of music and dance. Keya and Ratan noticed this unique and charming talent of their beloved daughter, inspired and motivated her to pursue this interest of hers.

As years passed by, Pari, true to her name, turned into a stunningly beautiful young lady, with skin as pale as milk, petite and slender build, and evident extreme youth. She was completely innocent and ignorant. Love, passion towards music and dance rested within.

Ratan's family was rotten poor by now, but never did they associate this fate of their's to the birth of Pari. As the family could no longer tolerate the taunting from the villagers, Ratan decided to leave the village in search of a job that could buy a meal a day for the three in the family. Accompanied him was his wife and their loving daughter Pari.

Kimpu, Rajasthan
After covering a long distance they had a sojourn at Kimpu village. Keya made a roti each which she served with some raw onions. After the simple meal, fatigue took a turn and the three fell asleep. Next morning Ratan moved from one corner to another of the village, in search of a job that would help them buy a day's feed. Pari was playing with a calf that was tied to a tree nearby. Dance, the hidden language of her soul came alive. Her feet dreamt, each movement of hers described a word! She portrayed each expression of happiness, joy, sadness, envy perfectly! For Pari, dance was her pulse, a short-cut for happiness!

A merchant who was travelling through Kimpu happened to notice Pari dancing to the tunes of nature. He was impressed by her graceful dance and froze to her moves. Beauty and passion complimented each other, a perfect cent percent. Pari jolted as she saw the merchant watching her performance. She ran towards the shelter while the merchant tried calling her. He followed the dancing beauty which lead him to the temporary hut pitched by the lake of Kimpu village.On reaching the hut he saw Keya washing clothes. Merchant enquired with Keya about the girl who was dancing in the fields. Keya responded - "It is Pari, my little girl". She explained to the merchant that Pari was her daughter and her dance - god's gift. While this conversation was on, Ratan came back home disappointed, he had no job in hand that day too.

On knowing the status of the family merchant seeked permission if Pari would be able to teach dance to the girls in the village of Kimpu. "She would be rewarded five gold coins a month" Said the merchant. Ratan and Keya readily agreed to it and so did the innocent Pari. The ray of hope was back. Soon the tales of her dance spread to neighbouring villages. They called her to perform in front of various honored guests from the country and outside. She was amazingly graceful , had a dignified style in each of her move. The proud parents regained the wealth they lost to famine all these years. Pari proved the villagers of Kasnau to be completely wrong. She was the best ever thing that happened to the lively couple.

One day there came a surprise letter from the land of west, the son of a rich merchant - Baram , wanted Pari to perform for the music he played on his flute. Baram's music was famous worldwide and honoring the offer, Pari travelled far across the ocean and took part in this vague proposal. Baram played flute amidst the bamboo grove and she danced on the stage set up next to the grove. The combination of his flute magic and her dance grace were romancing in the air. Pari returned home after the performance.

Baram fell in love with Pari, a beautiful lady with gorgeous eyes. Back home Pari thought of Baram and was in love with him too. Baram came down to ask Ratan, hands of his daughter Pari. Ratan and Keya could not have asked for more. He was a prospective groom for their darling daughter.

Everyone agreed and the blessed couple led a happy life ever after.

- A new attempt on folk fiction - woven based on the random glass paintings I painted.

Note: 1) All characters and situations used in this post are purely fictitious. If resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely co-incedence.
2) The paintings are copyright material. Please do seek permission before making copies.

Coming Soon!!

Watch this space for the next from "Unveil my creation". I have a few glass paintings ready after framing. This time I thought I'd weave a story using the paintings.

Coming Soon! hitting the Blog on 30 Nov 2011. :)
Starring : Keya, Ratan and Pari.
Guest Appearance: Baram


ಹಾಡಿನ ಪದದಲಿ ಮೂಡಿದೆ ಒಲವು
ಇಣುಕಿದೆ ಮನದಲಿ ತಿಳಿಯದೆ ಛಲವು

ಬರಲೇ ಎಂದೆ ಧೈರ್ಯದಿ ನಾನು
ಬೇಡ ಎನುತ ಸರಿದಳು ಬಾನು

ಹಾಡು ನಿಂತಿತು, ಸ್ಫೂರ್ತಿ ಇಂಗಿತು
ಆದರು ಮನ ಕರಗಲಿಲ್ಲವೇ ಚೆಲುವೆ ?

ಹಗಲಿರುಳು ನಿನದೆ ಚಿಂತೆ
ನಿನಗಾಗಿ ಕಾಯುವ ಕೆಲಸವಾಗಿದೆ ನನಗೆ

ಮಳೆ ಹನಿಯ ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲ
ಸುಡುಬಿಸಿಲ ಪರಿವಿಲ್ಲ

ಹಸಿರು ಮರದ ಮೇಲೊಂದು ಚಿನ್ನದ ಗರಿ ಕಂಡ ಹಾಗೆ
ನೀ ನಿಂತೆ ನನ್ನ ಎದೆಯ ಬಾಗಿಲ ಮೇಲೆ

ಕಾರ್ಮೋಡ ಸುರಿದು ನೀರಾದ ಹಾಗೆ
ಇಂಪಿನ ಕಂಪನು ಸೂಸಿದ ಹಾಗೆ

ಎಲ್ಲವ ಮರೆತು ನೀ ಬರುವೆಯಾ ?
ಗೆಳತಿ ನೀ ಬಂದು, ಇನಿಯ ಎಂದು ಹಾಡುವೆಯಾ?

Gist: An attempt to describe a man's wait for his loved one through these few lines.
Just a random thought..

Fun filled evening.

Our locality which comprised of 30 homes or less 2 decades ago has turned into a full-fledged layout with over 200 homes and families. Back then, a group of young , energetic and enthusiatic minds churned out an idea - A youth Association. Basically we (the entire locality folks) meet once a year and spend a day with lots of fun.A lot many faces have come and gone in these years, but the enthusiasm remains.

This post is all about the cultural activities we organize every year in our locality. Ahhh!This year the day started off with the routine pooja followed by the games for elders - Uncles and Aunties (as we refer them as), concurrently running painting and essay writing competitions for kids. Dumb charades followed by Antakshari for youngsters. There was fun everywhere. A stress free day between the stressful life was what I had been waiting for and la here it was.

Lunch was a balance of masalas - Bisi bele Bath ,curd rice and the special delight - mysore pak.

Evening was a mix of performances where the performers ranged from tiny tots to grandpas - all performers are from our locality.Ain't that great? Fancy dress competition for the cutest of the lots - tiny tots. One kid dressed as a poojari, another as a rajasthani, if one went ahead to be called a barbie, another called himself a christian bridegroom, Beauty queen to Baby lord kirshna. It was an amazing moment to have them all on stage - First step to get away of the stage fear. Trust me I have gone through all this and experience speaks.

A sequence of dances which had a variety in itself - radha krishna's Natkat to Kannada and Karnataka's heritage, Peppy numbers like Shakira's waka waka to the latest tunes of Sandalwood(Kannada movie world is know so). I enjoyed every bit of it.

There was an on the spot program for all the kids going to KG classes. An elderly uncle portrayed the role of Hindustani Santa Claus. He asked the same set of 5 questions to all the kids - What's your name? What's your mother's name? What's your father's name? What's your grandmother's name? What's your grandfather's name? Looks simple and silly , but yeah if you don't believe it half of the kids did not know their grand parents names.

Each kid was asked to do one thing of its choice. The kids who told the names of their grandparents recited a sloka or a rhyme and the majority of the rest sang a recent Kannada/ Hindi song or danced to those tunes. No offence to any kid or parent here. But how much time do each parent spend with the kid in a day especially in nuclear families? What values are they inculcating in them really matters. Not dwellimg much into this, on the lighter side, the show was indeed awesome and rib tickling. I was laughing at their wits and creativity. Superb are their talents. They are the building blocks of future.

The fun continued. A small skit to bring the awareness of kannada and how its being exploited in today's world was put up. It was hilarious and really an eye-opener.

(ನಾನು ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಲೇಖನವನ್ನು ಯಾಕೆ ಬರೆದಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂದರೆ, ನಮ್ಮ ಕನ್ನಡದ ಹಿರಿಮೆ ಎಲ್ಲಡೆ ಹರಡಬೇಕು ಎತ್ತರಕ್ಕೆ ಮುಟ್ಟಬೇಕು,.. ಅದರ ಒಂದು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ)

Yet another mini-drama performed by the evergreen artists of our association was more than mind blowing.

The day concluded on a note of thank you to all who made it possible this year and promised to keep this going on forever.

That was pretty much for the fun ,last weekend? What's in store for next?

ಮರೆತೆ ನಾ ನನ್ನನೆ.

Note : This is for Kannada readers only. This weekend I visited the green part of karnataka - Theerthahalli. Its no less than heaven and I have described the beauty of the land and my memories with it through this small poem.

ಮಳೆಯ ಸವಿ ತಂದ
ಮಲೆನಾಡ ಸಿರಿ ಚೆಂದ
ಆ ಹಸಿರ ನಡುವಲಿ
ಚಿಲಿಪಿಲಿಯ ಗುಂಗಲಿ

ಮರೆತೆ ನಾ ನನ್ನನೆ
ಕಣ್ಣರಳಿತು ಹಾಗೆ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ
ನಗುತ ನಲಿದ ಕ್ಷಣಗಳ
ಮೆಲುಕು ಹಾಕುತ್ತಾ ಮುಂದೆ ನಡೆದೆ

ಮಲ್ಲಿಗೆಯ ಕಂಪು ಸೂಸುತಿರಲು
ನೇರಳೆ ಹಣ್ಣು ಅಲ್ಲಲ್ಲಿ ಚೆಲ್ಲಿರಲು
ಮಾವಿನ ಮರದ ಮೇಲೆ ಕುಳಿತು ಕೋಗಿಲೆ ಕೂಗುತಿರಲು
ಮೋಡಗಳು ಮಂದಹಾಸ ಬೀರಿ ನಲಿಯುತಿರಲು

ಮರೆತೆ ನಾ ನನ್ನನೆ
ಕಣ್ಣರಳಿತು ಹಾಗೆ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ
ನಗುತ ನಲಿದ ಕ್ಷಣಗಳ
ಮೆಲುಕು ಹಾಕುತ್ತಾ ಮುಂದೆ ನಡೆದೆ

ಆ ದಿನದ ನೆನಪಾಯಿತಿಂದು
ಎಂದರೆ ತಪ್ಪಾಗಲಾರದು
ಮುಂಜಾನೆಯ ಭಾಸ್ಕರನಿಗೆ ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ ಮಾಡಿ
ಕೆಂಪು ಲಂಗ ನನ್ನ ಸಿಂಗರಿಸಿ

ಗೊರಟೆ ಹೂವ ಮಾಲೆ ಧರಿಸಿ
ಕೈನಲ್ಲಿ ಚೀಲವ ಹಿಡಿದು
ಪುಟುಪುಟು ಓಡುತ ಬಂದ ಛಾಯೆ
ಇನ್ನು ಕಣ್ಣಲಿ ಚಾಪಿ ನಿಂತಿದೆ

ಮರೆತೆ ನಾ ನನ್ನನೆ
ಕಣ್ಣರಳಿತು ಹಾಗೆ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ
ನಗುತ ನಲಿದ ಕ್ಷಣಗಳ
ಮೆಲುಕು ಹಾಕುತ್ತಾ ಮುಂದೆ ನಡೆದೆ

ಹಿಂತುರುಗೋ ಮನಸಿಲ್ಲ
ಆದರೆ ನೌಕರಿ ಇದೆಯಲ್ಲಾ
ಮರುದಿನ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ದಿನಚರಿ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭ
ಅದೇ ರಾಮಾಯಣ ಅದೇ ರಂಪ :(

Unbelievable half an hour!

That's a title as suggested by my sister and cousins who accompanied me yesterday for a ride on the "Namma Metro" - The first ever metro train in Bangalore city.The most hyped attraction of the city which has missed several deadlines and finally made its grand opening this October is the first step in bringing some peace to Bangalore traffic I'd say. With the reach of Metro, not really that attractive as of now, I guarantee that upon its completion in the years to come we can see some organized structure in the movement of traffic in this city.

The plan was in place. Sis, I and two other cousins had the idea of enjoying this ride when it opens to public. What better day could it be than the Karnataka/Kannada Rajyotsava to make this event dream come true! Yes, we headed out on the road early yesterday morning (Pretty early). Reached MG road at around 8:30am. Walked past the Deccan Herald (office of a daily newspaper) and there we walk the first time ever into the station of Namma metro. The hoardings put up for the opening ceremony was still lying there and we made the best use of it by posing for some photographs :)

The mere 15Rupees ticket per person for a ride from MG road to Bayappanahalli (The route covered in the first phase of construction) was the selected itenary. Each person gets an electronic token that’s to be used for the onward journey only. (Helpful for new commuters: Place the coin on spot provided at the terminal entrance gate for it open. Carry the coin with you all through the journey so as to drop it to exit at the destination terminal gate). The excited us entered the platform and as we ascend the escalator we see a train pass. No rush no hurry - the mantra we adopt. This helped us get a glimpse of the train move away from us. Fellow passengers - some doing the same as we were upto (first timers), some real passengers who commute everyday to work, some kids celebrating the Kannada rajyotsava - started pouring in. Though not huge in number, almost all the seats filled up as we boarded the train. Photography is prohibited and since we had some camera phones, I have a two pictures on the board to share with you all.

That's me!

Beautiful green view outside.

You'd not believe it - a routine 45 minute driving or a bus ride on the road, took just 14 minutes on this metro. I am lucky to get a glimpse of a beautiful top view of part of Bangalore.

Some highlights of the ride:

-As you approach each station there are announcements made in 3 languages to let people commuting know about the whereabouts.

-The CCTV's are installed inside.

-There is a provision for mobile recharging as well :)

-Heritage glimpse of Karnataka played on the TV that is placed on the side walls of the train.

-The route the Metro operates on is put up on the sides of the train (On the top of the door is where you'll locate this)

By the time I noticed and grasped these details we were at Bayappanahalli. As we walked out to buy the return journey tickets I noticed that there are lifts operating between floors to carry the physically challenged people. After buying the tokens, we headed back to the platform and boarded the train - next 14 minutes passed by, before I realized it and we landed at MG road.
Half an hour - to and fro - ride the metro - MG road to Bayappanahalli. That’s the reason behind title.

As we walked out of the station we noticed a few kids dressed in yellow and red (karnataka flag colors), skating down the road marking the day special - Kannada Rajyotsava.

The perfect morning completed with a normal shopping routine at Commercial Street after munching on the authentic breakfast at ICH (Indian Coffee House), Church Street.
Its one of my best hop stops in Bangalore for a quick snack.

It was a splendid Kannada Rajyotsava for me.I loved the experience on the whole.

November 2011 Calendar shot

November is here.

Few fascinating facts of November:
*Am from this wonderful place called Karnataka and today we celbrate Kannada Rajyotsava - which literally translates as the "Birth of State Karnataka". For more about this visit Kannada Rajyotsava

* India celebrates children's day on 14th of November - Chacha Nehru's birthday.

* It is the Native American Heritage Month

* Some Men in Australia, (especially in the city of Melbourne) New Zealand, and New Orleans to sport a moustache during the month of November. The custom is known as Movember (Movember being a portmanteau of the words 'Moustache' and 'November'), a fundraising event for men's health issues. [I did not know this :). A friend of mine who returned from Melbourne revealed this piece of information]

*Thanksgiving in US - 4th thursday of November. Well the day after that is the "BLACK FRIDAY" - Shopping day:)

*Birth flower for NOvember is the chrysanthemum.

*2008 Mumbai attacks - 26/11 . Mumbai cannot forget this nor can we.

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Unveil my creation - "Mahaganapathi"

Vakratunda mahakaya surya koti samaprabha|
Nirvignyam kurume deva. Sarva karyeshu sarvada||

Gajaanana he shubhanana , parvati puthra Gajaanana...
I was brought up hearing these wonderful Ganesha stotras(prayers). The inspiration to do anything in life comes from him and I talk to him literally in times of loneliness. Sometimes I have got a weirdo look from people when they see me talking to myself(actually my innerself - that's where Ganesha resides according to me)..

Too much a philosophy in this space makes the write up very boring I guess. So before it gets there let me post the Mahaganapathi painting .

Unveil my creation - "3 beautiful ladies"

3 beautiful ladies - A concept that I chose to start my glass painting hobby. In a day where beauty is given such high an importance the thought of throwing this idea on the glass was my aim.

"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams." ~ Ashley Smith

I craved for happiness and here is what I saw after an hour of splashing colors.

This is the one I'd cherish for my lifetime.

Happy Deepavali friends. Be safe!

Unveil my creation - "Story" & "Maa Durga"

A story goes like this:

There was a village with a happy family. The father and mother had two little pearls thats the two lovely daughters. The surroundings in green and a river nearby was the perfect place for the two sisters to spend a lovely evening. The below picture describes the storyline I just narrated. Hope you like it.

The painting left out to dry:

After the framing it looked like this.

During dasara this year I was inspired by Maa Durga and this is the outcome of the inspiration.

Jai Maatadi!

Unveil my creation - "Flowers spread the smile".

How about some bright colors to bring a smile on your face. Flowers act as a catalyst for those gentle smiles. Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made. People say Earth laughs in flowers and I feel that is the absolute truth. As I started with this painting happiness was the only feeling in my heart.

Presenting a vase filled with bright colored flowers.

How about a closer look at the picture:

"Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. ~Gerard de Nerval"

Unveil my creation - "Glimpse of Under sea"

Underwater activities has always amused me. I consider myself lucky for the fact that I got a chance to snorkel in Hawaii (in 2009)and see the world that lives under water. The experience was so beautiful that I am running short of words to explain it here.

The best I could think of for a start of this glass painting as an activity was a simple plain under sea look or even better I'd say an aquarium look.

A few fishes and weeds made the start. It was more a childish art, but this was created to check the flow of the paint and to check the colors.

This was how it looked once finished.

First I thought of not framing it but then when I saw the final framed picture I was happy with my choice to go get it framed with the rest of them.

For the next one in the series .. Visit again.

"Unveil my creation" - Krishna Ganapathi!..

Glass painting has become a popular feature and is catching up as a hobby due to its awesome results and easy availability of glass painting equipment. I used solvent based glass paint for my work.

First in the series of "Unveil my creation" is Krishna Ganapathi - The lord Ganesh who inspires me in doing anything and everything in life along with Krishna the eternal Guru - I thought this blend would the best idea to work on. Though first in the posting it was the third one I painted. As the belief goes lets start new stuff with the blessing of the Lord.

Here is how it looked after I painted and left it for drying.

After the framing, it goes on the wall and here is how he looks. I loved the final outcome.

For the next in the series check this space tomorrow.

Glass Painting!

Glass Painting!

I am obsessed with a new art work of-late and that's of course kept me pretty much occupied over the last couple weeks . I dont repent about it as I know my precious time was spent in something really useful.

Before I proceed further I'd like to share with you some research I made to find out the origin of the Art of Glass painting.

"The origins of the first stained glass windows are lost in history. The technique probably came from jewelry making, cloisonné and mosaics. Stained glass windows as we know them, seemed to arise when substantial church building began.

Before recorded history, man learned to make glass and color it by adding metallic salts and oxides. These minerals within the glass capture specific portions from the spectrum of white light allowing the human eye to see various colors.

Gothic stained glass windows are a complex mosaic of bits of colored glass joined with lead into an intricate pattern illustrating biblical stories and saints lives.

Medieval craftsmen were more interested in illustrating an idea than creating natural or realistic images. Rich, jewel colors played off milky, dull neutrals.

Stained glass artists became glass painters as the form became closer and closer to panel painting.

The Renaissance brought the art of stained glass into a 300 year period where windows were white glass heavily painted. They lost all their previous glory and it seemed the original symbolism and innate beauty of stained glass was forgotten.

Stained glass, or more appropriate art glass, is all around us today. An explosion of interest toward the end of the 20th century has given rise to many new and imaginative forms of this art. The rise of the individual artist, new technologies and the growing interest in stained glass as a hobby craft have all lead to what is being called A a new golden age in glass.

This was an extract from Art Glass Association.
For now I'd leave you with this note , Will come back with a series of the glass paintings -"Unveil My creation!" Soon ... Keep a watch on this space. The paintings are done, framed and only thing remaining is the right set of photos.


I will not bore you all with the facts about this festival cause there is plenty of information about it on the net(Wiki). Here I like to describe how Onam was for me this year.
Though had heard a lot about Onam from my Mallu friends, I witnessed the real spirit of Onam at office this year.

Main highlights - officially declared to be a traditional day and a competition for vegetable carving. Well before you guess anything more. No I did not participate. Now that I have seen so many great artists , glad that I did not compete :).

Some pictures I'd love to share(some captured by me and some not) . They are very interesting ,have a look.

This was the welcome each employee recieved at the reception in office - Pookolam(Rangoli of flowers).

The first prize winner - A beautifully carved "Eco system"!The typical Kerala Onam scene - Boat race won the 2nd place
Another Carving of a pookolam out of vegetablesAn interesting scene from Kerala. It was fun to watch these ideas pop up in each of these groups
A group of freshers created this park!How wonderful this peacock looks.Thrilled to see so much of enthusiasm
Beautiful attempt to build a taj mahal in an hour an half, that too out of vegetables.Avatara Vamana splashes Bali's head, and sends him to the Patala- very well done!
In a whole I had a wonderful time watching the groups carve the vegetables and really happy with the beautiful and creative outcomes. Especially the roses made of was the best carving technique used.

Anxiously waiting for the next competition now.

I had started drafting this post a month back and now its published for you friends to read. Been busy for a couple of weeks. That has already taken a toll on my health. Now relaxing a bit and feeling better.

Go Away!

On feeling you - A shivering dead heat
I turned weak
Can barely stand on my feet
Pathetic is the leak

Tasteless turned the meal
Had an apple minus the peel
No medicine no wine
Helped me stay fit and fine

Here I am shooing you away
Laying on my bed I say
Cough, sneeze, and the pain
Never come again

**Happy Durgashtami**

Significance of Durgashtami:

Durgashtami or Durga Ashtami, is the eight day of the Navaratri and Durga Puja celebrations. Durgastami is also known as Mahashtami and is one of the important days of Durga Puja. Weapons of Goddess Durga are worshipped on the day and it is known as Astra Puja. The day is also known as Virashtami as there are displays using arms or martial arts. It is one of the most important day for Goddess Worship in Hindu religion.

There is also a belief in some regions that Goddess Kali appeared from the forehead of Durga on this day to annihilate Chanda and Munda and Rakthabija. During the Durga Puja rituals on Mahashtami day the 64 Yoginis and Ashtanayikas – the eight consorts – of Durga are also worshipped. The eight consorts of Durga, also known as Eight Shaktis, are interpreted differently in different regions of India. But ultimately all the eight goddesses are incarnations of Shakti with different aims.

Sometimes they are also an attempt to give form to a particular aspect of Shakti. The Ashtanayikas that are worshipped during Durga Puja are Brahmani, Maheswari, Kameswari, Vaishnavi, Varahi, Narasinghi, Indrani and Chamunda. Numerous minor deities including many attendants and guards of Durga are worshipped on the day.

The 8th incarnation of Goddess Durga is called Maha Gauri. On Ashtami, Maha Gauri is worshipped. She does the welfare of all her devotees. Maa is said to give effectual results. It is said about Goddess Durga that she rides lion. She is crowned with moon on her head. She is Kantiwali and has four arms. She has shell, Chakra, bow and arrow in her four arms. She has three eyes. She wears an armlet, necklace, bangle, anklet etc, and she has earrings with gemstones. Goddess Durga is the destroyer of the evil. The 9 Durga are the symbol of the 9 power.Her 9 incarnations are worshipped during the Navratri. These goddesses are the symbol of Brahmacharya, awareness, sacrifice, simplicity, knowledge, fearlessness, patience and sense of service.

Another small tale doing the rounds from ages goes this way:

Once there lived a gaint named Durgam in India. Everyone living on earth, heaven and hell were terrified by his cruel acts. Then, Goddess took the Avtar of Durga or Durgseni and killed that monster. She saved the life of devotees and Brahmans. By killing the monster Durgam , she became famous as Durga. The word "Durga" in Sanskrit means a fort, or a place which is difficult to overrun. Another meaning of "Durga" is "Durgatinashini," which literally translates into "the one who eliminates sufferings." Thus, Hindus believe that goddess Durga protects her devotees from the evils of the world and at the same time removes their miseries.

Wishing everyone a very happy Durgashtami. The below picture is one of the many Durga deity decoration in Bangalore.

SUPW - Socially useful and productive work!

Say primary school or exams - it brings back memories of lot of fun filled activities along with the normal syllabus. Languages, Basic math,science and social studies are the ones included in the normal stream. The ones out of this are - General Knowledge, moral science, story telling, project work - these become the building block for a child's growth in a complete way.

Last week an evening as I returned home, a neighbour's kid was waiting for me the enitre afternoon for help.He needed guidance to complete his project work. The school had come up with a concept to bring the creativity out of a child's mind.It goes this way - use the waste materials and create something useful - Socially useful and productive work(SUPW).

SUPW is another learning area falling under the non-scholatic domain - This ensures that the students develop better understanding of their social and environmental issues. It also encourages students to take up varities of activities,which are productive and useful.

I being an indvidulal inclined to crafts/painting and other artistic creativity, readily agreed to help the young lad.

Asked the kid of his interests and what he wanted to make. He had made up his mind of what items he would use but was not sure what he wanted to make. He carried an old plastic water bottle in one hand and had a few meters of brown twine.

My brain thought for a few minutes and came up with the idea of making a beautiful container which can be used as a pen stand or a vase that can hold few flowers.

We started off with the project and was satisfied with the end product. Here is what we did.

First, we had fun with the pull and push of hack-saw blade to cut the plastic bottle to remove the cone shaped top.

We decided to use only the bottom cyclindrical part. Next asked the kid to play with the glue(used fevicol). As he smeared the outer surface of the bottle I started placing the twine on it in circles going round and round. This was done till the
entire bottle was covered with the brown twine.

The step after this was to glue a few old white buttons on the top of this container.

Water paint - It'd been a long time since I painted using the color pallets and here I was holding the brush.

Made the outlines of the colors that needed to go in - blue, red and yellow. He made the strokes and splashes.

Final product was what you see below.

I had a great time working on this small project. It was not a bad one I guess.

October 2011 Calendar shot

October - The colorful month. And here she comes.

As usual am welcoming the month with a calendar shot. The month of festivals, puja, sweets, celebrations, joy and happiness is here.

I name this click as " Kiss of Rocks"

[Click on the image to view an enlarged version of the image]
Intersting facts of OCTOBER that are new to me :

* October is Adopt-A-Shelter Dog Month

* HALLOWEEN is celebrated on the last night of October in USA, with children dressing up in masks and costumes, going door to door, asking for a treat.

* THANKSGIVING DAY is celebrated in Canada on the second Monday of the month.

* In merry old England during olden times the month of October was once named “Winmonth”, which meant wine month.

Anything to add??

A simple prayer..

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 zoom a little ahead of this person only to notice the moustache and beard beautifying his looks.

Oh my God! We bursted out laughing. No we were not laughing at his cost but the way we were debating and how confident we were on our conclusion.

Its not the first time such a thing has happened. We've been deceived with looks hell lotta time. How about you?

Him and Her ~ Fiction

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 her, to win out many such elaborative opportunities for Mitra Corporations.

Angad, an MBA graduate from one of the Top A schools met Bhoomika in the early days of their respective Careers. Things turned out good from either ends and they tied the knot 8 years ago.At present they were a happy family living in Chennai.Chennai had been home for Bhoomika ever since she started her Career with Mitra Corporations. Her marriage with a guy who also hailed from the same land made it even better.

The news of her paternal grand mother's death called for her quick visit to Delhi. Angad was out in London. He was on one of his routine business trips and he would not turn up for the next 2 weeks. That left her more stressed. She had to leave many meetings unattended, postpone several of them for a week,engaging her daughter Kruti with a friend who offered help during the time of need. She made a couple of phone calls - to the air-booking call center, a taxi wala, some official calls to handle things during her absence. After making all the arrangements she rushed to Delhi to pay her last rights to her loving grand mother.

Nikki Aunty in her late fifties, jobless and currently posing status single, after her husband had left her for reasons unknown,preyed her eyes on the ongoing activities in the neighbourhood. The gossips she carried had more content than the daily newspaper. While Bhoomika was to leave she had put in a word to Nikki Aunty to keep a watch, as she'll be gone for a week to which Nikki aunty kindly obliged. However it was no different work for her, a part of her daily routine included the duty of the colony's watchman:).

Bhoomika called up in intervals to check on her daughter. She was worried of Kruti as this was the first time she was away for long from her dear daughter. Angad returned early and as he came home Nikki aunty handed over the keys and gave a detail report of who had come to visit them while they were gone and what she had done with the newspapers/ magazines/ mails that were marked to their residence. Angad was tired and paid no attention to any of it. He threw the keys, hanged the door upon her. Courtesy sake, he made a call to his wife letting her know he landed safe and now was back home.

Bhoomika wanted to talk more but he ended the call. She knew he was not sounding the same he did, before he left. His voice was dull. She sensed there was some problem but could not figure out details from the short conversation. Bhoomi made reservations for the first available flight to Chennai next morning. And there she was rushing to the airport for the flight that was scheduled at 6 am.

Angad lay on his bed thinking of his deeds. He had committed a crime in his own terms. He had betrayed his wife. He loved Bhoomi and there was no room for anything of the sort which would come in between. But this was it. Everything had gone for a toss. A lovely marriage and a happy family is never going to be the same . "Never ever" he thought to himself.

Last evening in London:
Angad had a meeting with the senior staff of the organisation where he had to make his presentation on the half yearly data compiled by a global survey. After the successful presentation he had the priviledge to meet a few gorgeous ladies who are the top notches of the organization he worked for. Ms. Bragalina, Stephen's lady Love was observing Angad very closely throughout the session. While in the lounge munching over some cookies and sipping some hot tea, she walked over to the bunch of people sharing some experiences with Angad.

Bragalina: Hey Angad, That was a pretty good job. I loved the intricate details you've worked on. Its difficult to get into those minute details you have highlighted upon.

Angad: Thank you Ms......

Bragalina: Ms. Bragalina. I am currently working on a project and that might definitely interest you.

Angad: What is it all about? I'd be glad if I could be of some help.

Bragalina: Yeah of course. Would you mind dropping by at Bridge hotel Suite 2014, 6 tonight.

Angad was very happy with the proposal. More projects meant more laureles and more growth. He was glad to accept the offer.

Angad: Well Bragalina.. I think I'd be able to make it by 6:30. I have a meeting that would run till 5 and I will drop by before I head back to my room. Is that okay.

Bragalina: Perfect! See you at 2014 then.

In the Bridge hotel:
Stunningly attractive, a real beauty, sophisticated, elegant, optimally designed, precisely engineered and finished to perfection. That was Bragalina. She looked so extraordinarily exquisite, so tantalizing, so sensuous, so temptingly inviting as she stood by the door. Her lovely, dark, expressive eyes begin to dance as she says a "Hello" and she gives Angad a smile so captivating that by instinct, and almost against his will his eyes lingers over her body. He felt a soft tenderness for her, a warm feeling of elation, but he quickly checked his thoughts and hastily said "Why don't we start discussing the new project in detail".

Bragalina moved her fingers through his curly hair, held him by his neck and said "why not. Please do join". Angad was reluctant at the start when she dragged him to the cozy bed in the corner, however he lost his control and soon they were on the bed making love.

He had committed the crime he dreaded of while he entered the suite 2014. He was embarassed of his wits and deeds. The unexpected had happened and he was sorry about it. He was shattered.

Depression and low waves walked with him as he left the room while Bragalina lay there totally satisfied and cherishing the moments. All his way back home, throughout the flight journey his mind was bombarded with a zillion thoughts , half of them ending up in unanswerable questions.

He had betrayed his wife and he had lost it all - a beautiful life, a loving wife, a sweet little daughter.

Bhoomika reached home next morning, Nikki aunty stopped her to inquire if everything was alright between her and Angad as Nikki aunty had seen him bang the door and had heard him weep. Bhoomika shunned this question and said "Of course aunty, Nothing is wrong and will never be. Can you please excuse me now. I need to rush in. ".

Bhoomika walks in, she sees her dear husband sitting in the corner of the bed and tears rolling off his face. She knew there was something that had upset him so bad. She could sense the guilt that was killing him from within. Angad looked at her caring eyes and he cried his heart. He cried and asked for forgiveness.

Angad: "Am really sorry. It was not intentional. My mind was fickle for a minute and this happened. It should not have happened. I have ruined it...."

Bhoomika: "What happened Angad? What did you do? "

Angad: "Bhoomi, Ms Bragalina... and I, No I can't... "

Bhoomika realized the content Angad was about to spurt out. She knew Angad for years now and he really cared and loved her. He was never a womaniser. He was repenting for his deed. He was genuinely sorry. Though hurt by his act, she consoled him and said these words "I know you have made a mistake, one that is punishable and I also know that it was not intentional and you are repenting on your actions, hence I forgive you dear. I love you and hope we keep the trust and love go beyond the levels we are right now."

He held her tight and said "I'll never repeat this in life and I love you too. Thanks for being there and understanding me."

As Bhoomi wiped his tears and hugged him to lay a soft kiss, Kruti ran into the room shouting " Mama, Dada I am home. Buy me an ice-cream for being nice to Nikki aunty all this while outside."

They laughed and the positivity filled the room and they were a happy family united again for a fresh start.

How about some of these quotes:
~ Forgive and forget are the two mantras of success, however they should be genuinely gained. ~ Anonymous
~ Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were. ~ Anonymous
~ Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. ~Paul Boese

This was my ending to the story. Do you have different thoughts. Do Share.

ಅ೦ದು ಸಂಜೆ ..

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 ಕಿವಿಗೆ ಇಅರ್ ಫೋನ್ಸನ್ನು ಹಾಕಿ ಹಾಡಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮಗ್ನರಾಗಿದ್ದರು. ಹಣ್ಣು ತಲೆಯ ಅಜ್ಜಿಯೊಬ್ಬರು ನಿದ್ರೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಲ್ಲೀನ ರಾಗಿದ್ದರು. ಹದಿನಾರು ರುಪಾಯಿ ಚಿಲ್ಲರೆ ಹುಡುಕಿ ಟಿಕೆಟ್ ಖರೀದಿಸಿ ಆಯಿತು. ಸುಮಾರು ಒಂದೂವರೆ ಘಂಟೆಯ ಪ್ರಯಾಣ. ಸುಮ್ನೆ ಕೂರೋದ್ಕಿ೦ತ ಮಲಗಿದರೆ ಹೇಗೆ ಅಂತ ಯೋಚಿಸಿ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಣ್ಣು ಮುಚ್ಚಿದ್ದೆ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ...

"ಲೇ ತಮ್ಮ ಎಲ್ಲಿದ್ಯಪ್ಪ ನೀನ್? ನಾ ಬಂಡ್ಯಾಗೆ ಹತ್ತೀನಿ ನೋಡ್ ಈಗ. ೫ ನಿಮಿಷ ಆಗತ್ ನೋಡ್ ಲೇ. ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಇರ್ ನೀನು. ಬರಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಹತ್ತೀನಿ."

... ಅಂತ ಇಡಿ ಬಸ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂತಿರೋರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಕಿವಿ ಮಂದ ಆಗೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಿರುಚುತಿದ್ದ. ನಿದ್ದೆ ಮನೆ ಹಾಳಾಯಿತು. ಆ ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಇಳಿದಮೇಲೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಶಾಂತಿ ಸಿಗ್ತು ಉಳಿದ ಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಕರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ.

ಸಂಚರಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಊರಿನಲ್ಲಿರೋ ಎಲ್ಲ ಗಾಡಿಗಳ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಅರ್ಧ ದಾರಿ ಬಂದದ್ದಾಯಿತು. ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ವಾಹನಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ನಿಂತಲ್ಲೇ ನಿಂತು ಬಿಟ್ಟವು. ಸುಗಮವಾಗಿ ಸಾಗುತಿದ್ದ ಚಾಲಕರು ಸ್ಥಗಿಥವಾದರು. ಜೊತೆಗೆ ನಾವುಗಳು ಸಹ ಇದ್ದಲ್ಲೇ ಇದ್ದದ್ದಾಯಿತು. ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ದೊಡ್ಡ ಕಟ್ಟಡ ಅಂದ್ರೆ - ಈ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೈಟೆಕ್ ಮಾಲ್ಸ್ನಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಇತ್ತು. ಮಾಲ್ಸ್ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಬರಿ ಯುವಕ ಯುವತಿಯರು ಕೆಲವು ಸಮಯ ಕಳೆಯುವ ಒಂದು ನಿಲ್ದಾಣವೆಂದು ಅಂದು ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೆ. ಅಯ್ಯೋ ನನ್ನ ಕಲ್ಪನೆ ಅರ್ಧ ಸತ್ಯ ಅರ್ಧ ತಪ್ಪಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಒಂದು ಮೂಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಜೋಡಿಯೊಂದು ನಗುತ್ತ ಮನದ ಮಾತುಗಳನ್ನ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು, ಇನ್ನೊಂದೆಡೆ ಜೋಳ ಸುಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದವನಿಗೆ ವ್ಯಾಪಾರ ಜೋರಾಗೆ ನಡಿತಾ ಇತ್ತು, ಕಬ್ಬಿನ ಹಾಲು ತೆಗೆಯುವ ಯಂತ್ರ ತಿರುಗುತ್ತಲೇ ಇತ್ತು..ಹಸಿದ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಗಳು ಕಾತುರದಿಂದ ಕಾಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು. ರೊಕ್ಕ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿದ್ದವರು ಖರೀದಿ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೈ ತುಂಬಾ ಚೀಲಗಳನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದರು.

ನೀಲಿ ಶರ್ಟ್ ಧರಿಸಿ ಲೆದರ್ ಜಾಕೆಟ್ ಕೈನಲ್ಲಿ ಹಿಡಿದು ಮೊಬೈಲ್ ಫೋನಿಗೆ (ಸರಾಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ಬಸ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತಿದ್ದಷ್ಟು ಹೊತ್ತು) ವದರುತಿದ್ದ.

ನಿದ್ದೆಗೆ ಸೋತಿದ್ದ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳು ಈಗ ಚುರುಕಾಗಿ ಅತ್ತಿಂದಿತ್ತ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು.

ಇದೆಲ್ಲದರ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ನಿವೃತ್ತಿ ಜೀವನದ ಸೊಬಗನ್ನು ಅನುಭವಿಸುತ್ತ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ ತಾತಾ ಅಜ್ಜಿಯ ಹುರುಪು ನನ್ನ ಮುಖದಲ್ಲಿ ಕಿರು ಮಂದಹಾಸ ಮೂಡಿಸಿತ್ತು. ಇನ್ನುಳಿದ ಮೂಲೆಗಳನ್ನು ವೀಕ್ಷಿಸೋದ್ರೊಳಗೆ ಬಸ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಮುಂದಕ್ಕೆ ಸಾಗಲಾರಂಭಿಸಿತು. ತಾತ ಅಜ್ಜಿಯ ಕೈ ಹಿಡಿದು ಏನೋ ಕಿವಿ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಹೋಗಿ ಮೆಲು ದನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಏನೋ ಹೇಳೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಇತ್ತು ದೃಶ್ಯ. ಅಜ್ಜಿ ನಾಚಿಕೊಂಡು ಕೈನಲ್ಲಿ ತಾತಾಗೆ ಮೊಟಕಿದರು.

ಏನ್ ಹೇಳಿರಬಹುದು ಅಂತ ನನ್ನ ಮೂರ್ಖ ಮನಸು ಯೋಚಿಸಲು ....

೧) ತಾತಾ: "ಹೇಯ್ .. ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಬರುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾಳಲ್ಲಾ ಲಲನಾಮಣಿ,ನೀನು ಈಗಲೂ ಅವಳಿಗಿಂತ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಕಾಣ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೀಯ"
ಅಜ್ಜಿ:" ಅಯ್ಯೋ ಹೂಗೀಪ್ಪ..."

೨) ತಾತಾ: "ಆ ಹುಡುಗಿಯ ಲಂಗ ಎಷ್ಟು ಚಿಕ್ಕದಾಗಿದೆ ನೋಡು"
ಅಜ್ಜಿ: "ನಿಮ್ಮದ್ಯಾವಾಗ್ಲೂ ಇದ್ದಿದ್ದೆ.ಸುಮ್ನಿರಿ ಅವಳ ಬೊಯ್ಫ್ರೆ೦ಡ್ ಬಂದು ಹೊಡಿದಾನು :)"

೩) ತಾತಾ: "ಕ್ಯಾಂಡಲ್ ಲೈಟ್ ಡಿನ್ನರ್ ಗೆ ಹೋಗೋಣ್ವಾ ಅಥವಾ ಫಿಲಂ ನೋಡೋಕೆ ಹೋಗೋಣ್ವಾ?"
ಅಜ್ಜಿ: "ಸುಮ್ನೆ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗೋಣ.ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಪಿಕ್ಚರ್ ತೋರಿಸ್ತೀನಿ, ಊಟಾನೂ ಹಾಕ್ತೀನಿ"

.... ಈ ಸಂದರ್ಶನಗಳನ್ನು ಮನದಲ್ಲೇ ರೂಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದಂತೆ ಬಸ್ ಇನ್ನೂ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ದೂರ ಸಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಸದ್ದು ಗದ್ದಲಗಳ ನಡುವೆ ಆ ಕಿಟಕಿಯ ಪಕ್ಕದ ಸೀಟ್ನಲ್ಲೇ ಕುಳಿತು ಕಳೆದ - ಜೀವನದ ಒಂದು ಸಂಜೆಯ ಕಥೆ ನಿಮ್ಮೊಂದಿಗೆ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ..

One evening there was a slight change in the routine, I had to take the city bus ride instead of the car.As I rush to the bus stop nearby I saw 3 air conditioned buses pass by while I stand on the other side of the road waiting for the chain of vehicles come to a halt allowing me to cross.

As I managed to get to the bus stop I got a normal city bus , though it was not an air conditioned one I was happy to find a seat to rest my tired self.

As the bus breezed through the peak hour traffic I take some time out watching the happenings outside. I saw an old couple spending their retired time sitting in front of a hitech mall. A small conversation is what I see as an episode and my wild imagination goes really wild and start thinking what they might have talked about.

Maybe 1:
Grandpa: "Hey dear you look still fresh and beautiful than the lady walking down there"
Granny: Sparkle on her face with a sweet smile."Oh noooooo"

Maybe 2:
Grandpa: "Candle light dinner or a movie :)"
Granny: "Come home will show you the movie and give a bowlful of meal:)"

Maybe 3:
Grandpa: "Oh god look at that girl's skirt. Isn't it a little short?"
Granny: "Sshhh! Please stop it. Her boyfriend might come and beat you up..Careful :)"

With some more such lovely expressions on the faces of people made that evening a beautiful one.


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 2011 Calendar shot

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.

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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.

"Love is with you"

Kruti was blessed with wonderful parents and she got the best of everything in life. Education, extra-cirricular activities like dance, singing, painting, skating - she was a brilliant kid all through and now grown into a beautiful young, intelligent girl. The statement "Beauty and Brains" fit the highly ambitious sweet girl aptly.

Ramu kaka's ginger tea is the key ingredient to start her day with the lingering freshness. Aroma of the chai kept her going all day through. Excellency in all fields, specially remarkable academics recognition landed her in a high profile job. Living her dream in a city that offered the best of bests, she couldn't have asked for more. Roshan Joshi , her immediate boss , appreciative of her achievements, proposed a new opportunity abroad , only if she was interested. Kruti's reponse was immediate and negative. She did not want to leave the city that gave her everything in life.

Roshan repected her decision, quit the proposal. As she moved towards the cabin door Roshan intervened "Kruti Please join in for the party this evening at the La-meadows. I would be glad if you can make your presence there."

Every known big shot of the city was bound to be present at the party.

"I'd love to make it sir, but I think I'd be uncomfortable. I'm extremely sorry".

"Well, I've invited Priya and she will be there for your company. Guess that'll do."

Kruti shrugged a "Yes" in response as she was wiped off the other options and could not help but attend the party.

Priya was the bubbly chirpy girl, Roshan's distant relative and Kruti's best pal in college.

Roshan had an inclination towards Kruti ever since he'd seen her in the college fest 3 years from today to be precise. Not sure of the sorts of what, but he liked her for what she was. Kruti felt the special attention she got but never cared much about it.

Dressed herself in a pink suit that enhanced her beauty by a threshold, she set off for the party that evening. "Enjoy dear. Take care" Vibha , her mom scored from the balcony as Kruti helped herself into a taxi.

Priya was waiting for Kruti at the famous Kala theater junction where they had watched numerous movies during their college days. Soon they were engrossed in speaking about the sweet memorable days and how fun it was. They did reach the destination well on time inspite of the slight drizzle.

Kruti walked in and there came applause from all corners accompanied with music. Bewilderment struck the beauty as she stood frozen at the spot. Not knowing the happenings around, her eyes sparkled at the sight of Roshan who looked stunning in the Black shirt. Priya and Kruti reached the center of the party and as Priya whispered "She has no clue of this party" into Roshan's ears..

"Welcome Lady of the evening. This party is for the success of our company's recent endeavour. Here's Miss Kruti who is the main person behind the success story. Please join me in wishing her more laurels" .

Surprised Kruti lost for words and signalled Roshan to stop praising her.
Filled with joy Kruti exclaimed "Its my pleasure. Thank you all for the profound respect and esteem shown. I've been doing my duty and I love my work".

Roshan introduced Kruti to Mr.Parth Savarkar, the number one icon in the industry of adds and magazines.

Roshan: "Parth has been in the industry for long time now. He started his career a decade ago and his journey so far is very interesting."

Parth:"Oh Come on Roshan,don't you digest your intake if you dont bring these talks once in a while." Smiles:)

Kruti: Listens carefully "Nice meeting you in Person. I have read a lot of your work. They are awesome. The content is brisk and clear. I'd love to follow your steps and some day be the best designer of the era." :)

Rounds of drinks, plates of crips, lots of talks, sharing and laughing continued. Kruti had spoken to her hearts content. Parth was bowled over the stunningly attractive, smashing, sophisticated, elegant and a real beauty - Kruti. They shared a lot in common and became the best buddies in that short span of time.

After dinner Priya settles to stay back at Roshan's while Kruti plans to leave. Parth offers her a drop if she was okay. Kruti checks her watch , it showed 11. Hiring a taxi this time meant unsafe as her home's a twenty minute drive which includes an open park of a kilometer stretch. The thoughts got carried away till Parth pitched in "Are you coming young lady?"

Perplexed Kruti replied "Errrr Yes!" and she got in. Parth , a medium built personality carrying off his well groomed beard, was sitting by her side. He was known for his charming nature and beautiful writing skills. As a teenager Kruti had read his number one seller "Love is with you". She had assumed herself to be the lead in the novel and imagined Parth to be the male lead for his masculine handsome looks while reading the chapters through the novel. Now Parth was next to her in a luxurious car driving her back home. The lines from his novel hovered in her mind as she got close to him, held his hand. Parth, mesmerized by her gorgeousness, and by instinct, let his eyes linger, travel all over her exquisite body. Parth stopped the car near the park. He noticed her breathing going heavy, as she questioned him, if she was doing the right thing. On a note of assurance he responded "Don't worry honey you are absolutely fine in my arms!"

He turned towards Kruti, cupped her face in his hands and drowned himself deep into her eyes. He could sense her finger-tips caressing the nape of his neck. He grabbed her, held her tight as she slumped forward into his arms. she looks up into his eyes, yearning, thirsty, ravishing.
And suddenly, naturally, instinctively, it happens. The most spontaneous, natural, beautiful and passionate experience of her life. Spur of the moment, unplanned, unforeseen frenzied love. Like a volcano.

Kruti gradually come into consciousness, her eyes heavy, body overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensation of lethargy in the aftermath of passion. Everything looks blurred and slowly Parth's face comes into focus. Kruti said "It was lovely".

As she moved her fingers on his hair she glanced at her watch . "Oh heavens! Its 12:30. We'd better hurry".

"One more session" he said tauntingly. Both smile as Parth ignited the car and drove her up to the house in the city.

Kissed him a bye and left him with her mobile number. Running up the stairs she waved back at him with a beautiful smile. She heads to the bathroom and comes out fresh after a hot shower. Sleeps on her cozy bed waiting for his call.

Suddenly she hears the ring and notices an unknown number. It should be him. Who else can it be at this hour she thought as she picked the cellphone. She answers with a soft "Hello".

"Hi, you awake? Roshan here and I was just curious to know if you've reached home safe."

"Oh its you? Roshan are you in senses. Its 2 am and you are worried about me? Am perfectly fine"

"Were you expecting any other call this hour" .

"Er No but I was startled on hearing you" .

"Okay! Thanks for coming today. Its the best day of my life and I love you. ooops I did not mean to say it this way. But I love you Kruti."

Kruti could not believe what she had just heard.

"You are not alright. I'll cut it here.Talk to you tomorrow". She ends the call.

She tried but failed to sleep as thoughts follow. Kruti was the only one who knew about Priya's love. Priya never revealed it to Roshan fearing the betrayal.Yes! Priya loved Roshan deeply. Her parents were going talk to Roshan's parents in a week's time and here he confess his love for me. Sleep fights the thoughts and Kruti falls asleep on her bed.

Next morning with a lot of questions, feelings,thoughts pondering her way, she walks the half mile crossing the same faces and places she has known for the past 24 years. Her cell phone rings and there again its an unknown number. She answers.

"Hello Honey. Are you up? so early.. "

"Hi Parth. Yeah I have to head for a meeting. So on my way..."

"I am still lying on my bed thinking of last night. You are the best thing ever happened in my life."

Kruti blushes "Hey ... You are one romantic pig. Well can we meet in like 30 minutes. If you have some time that is.."

"Honey whats the matter? you sound tensed. "

"Will tell you. 30 minutes at cafe-villa, Thompson Street.Alright"

"And your meeting?"

"I'll postpone that by an hour"

"Okay. See you there soon."
They hang up with a sweet kiss.

Cafe-villa was her favourtie coffee shop. She had completed tons of assignments sitting on that corner table , where her brilliant ideas sprouted. She sits there now waiting for her partner. Parth comes in and the coffee shop owner is surprised to see such a big icon walking into his
small lousy shop on the street. Parth is greeted and welcomed as his eyes anxiously searched for Kruti. Kruti had the same lovely smile , dressed in a floral white peach frock. She stood there waiting for him. As he walked closer, her heartbeat sounded loud. Exchange of Hello accompanied an order for two black coffees.

Worried Parth raised the concern "Whats the matter Kruti. you look pale and lost."

"You know Roshan right"

"Yeah Roshan Joshi.Whats up with him?"

"Last night he called up at 2 to know my where-abouts. First I thought he was a bit concerned. But then.. as he spurted out the words 'I love you' I did not know how to react."

"Oh no. Do you love him? what did you say"

"No :). I love you damn it... I ended the call saying 'I'll talk to him today' and now I'll need to go for the meeting he's set up for me."

"Ohhhhh! So what will you talk to him of"

"I am gonna rightly put across his face that I am in a relationship with you. He better be off from me. Does that sound okay Parth"

"Perfect! But are you sure about ?"

"About what?"


"Yes Parth.. Are you uncertain? I'd love to be yours forever. Would you be mine."

"Certainly my love."

He hugged her as he said the last line and laid a soft kiss on her cheek. Sipping the last of the coffee they rose from the table and no wonder there were a group of media men waiting to
cover this gossip for their magazines and papers. Parth and Kruti sweeped through them to the car parked in the front and sped away before anyone could question. Kruti apologised for the mess she had caused by calling him down to this low profile shop. He was more than happy to meet her and it was after all their first date. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder feeling lucky to be in love.

Parth dropped her off at Champa Garden Road which is adjacent to the main doors of her add- center office. Roshan was waiting for her eagerly. When he saw her crossing the road he could not stand still on his feet. A sense of fear struck him and a shiver ran down his spine. She looked so extraordinarily exquisite, so tantalizing, so sensuous, so temptingly inviting, that he could not take his eyes off her. He was there waiting to confess his love for this lady when Priya walked in from the ally on the side. Unexpected it was for him. However Priya was happy to see Roshan's cheerful face and asked him the reason for his happiness. Little did she know of his happiness
or his love. There was a surprising shock waiting for her as he said he was waiting for his Love. Priya went crazy over her heels as she heard him talk of Love.

She hugged him tight. Kissed him and said "Stupid dumbo.Why did you take it so long to tell me. I was waiting for this from years now. I am happy you did it finally. I love you too dear".

Shocked! Deflated. Yes, deflated! He’d never felt so deflated ever. As Priya still stands hugging him, Kruti walks in with her usual cheerful smile. Kruti was confused with what she was witnessing. Priya screamed with joy "kruti you know what.. Roshan proposed. He loves me". Kruti looked at Roshan and Roshan at her. Kruti smiled and congratulated them both on their decision. All the while Roshan held an expression of embarassment.

Kruti could not wait to reach her desk and immediately dialled Parth's number.

"Hello What happened to your meeting. Is it over. Did you speak your heart dear?"

"Oh Parth , That's not necessary anymore. Roshan's heart is already stolen.." She makes this statement and giggles.

"Hey come on. Tell me what happened. I dont understand your puzzles.."

Kruti explained what had happened. Parth and Kruti both had a hearty laugh. They met that evening at the cafe-villa again on the pretext of celebration. The celebrations continued throughout their life then on.

Disclaimer: All characters in this post are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is just pure co-incidence.

Happy Krishna Janmaashtami.

Wishing all readers a very Happy Krishna Janmaashtami.

For who do not know about the festival - Janmashtami is celebrated to welcome and enjoy Lord Krishna's birth. It is believed that the birth of Lord Krishna took place when the various planets were in auspicious places.

Lord Krishna was born in Dwapuryug(Iron Age) in Mathura.

If you'd like to know more of this festival and the diety - lots and lots you'll find in any search engine. What interests me most on this day is the various mouth watering delicacies - laddoos and fried crispy murukkus(chakkalis), kodubaLes.

Hmmmm as I write these lines my tummy is calling for some.. I'll leave you with a kannada poem which talks about a devotee who is trying to call the Lord Krishna -who has disappeared in Kalyug. Offering his devotional prayers he'd love to hear Krishna as an infant or young boy playing a flute. He wants Krishna to bring joy, love and happiness into all spreads of Life.

ಬೆಣ್ಣೆ ಕೃಷ್ಣನ ಕೊಳಲ ದನಿ
ಕೇಳಬಯಸಿದೆ ಇಂದು ನೀ
ಕಲಿಯುಗವಿದು ಮರೆತೆಯೇನು
ರಾಮ ಕೃಷ್ಣ ಇದಾರೇನು ?

ಮರದಡಿಗೆ ಕುಳಿತರೇನು
ಮುದ ನೀಡುತ
ಗೊಲ್ಲ ಕೃಷ್ಣ ಬರುವನೇನು?

ಕೇಳಿಕೊಂಬೆ ನಿನ್ನಲಿ
ಕೃಷ್ಣ ನೀ ಬಾ ನಲಿಯುತಲಿ
ಮನದ ದುಗುಡ ದೂರಾಗಿಸಲು
ಸುಖವನ್ನೆಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಚೆಲ್ಲಲು

- ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ

ಸಾಧ್ಯವೇ ?

ಎಲ್ಲವನರಿತ ನೀ ಏಕೆ ಸುಮ್ಮನಿಹೆ
ಕಂಡರೂ ಕಾಣದಂತೆ ನಿಂತಿಹೆ
ನಿನಗೇಕೆ ಅಂಜಿಕೆ ,ಶಕ್ತಿ ಕುಂತಿತೆ ?

ಕಡಿದಾಡುತಿಹರು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಒಬ್ಬರನೊಬ್ಬರು
ಬಂದೊಮ್ಮೆ ನೋಡಬಾರದೇ ಈ ಶಹರು
ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಅವರದ್ದೇ ಆದ ಕಾರುಬಾರು

ರಾಜಕೀಯ ಗಲೀಜು , ಮಂತ್ರಿ ಹೊಲಸು
ನಿನಗಾದರೆ ಕೊಂಚ ಪನ್ನೀರು ಸುರಿಸು
ಹುಚ್ಚು ಕುರ್ಚಿಯ ಹೊಡೆದಾಟವ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸು.

Gist : I am hereby asking the unseen Lord to try and put an end to the unwanted political disorder in the country. Who so ever , what so ever we need some peace ! Can you please bring it down to this land I live.



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