Unveil the Other Side

As I start to write this up, am fuming with anger. It might be an exaggerated emotion, but ask the other 2 who went through the act with me and you will end up hearing some more. Firstly what do you mean by common sense? Common sense is beliefs or propositions that most people consider prudent and of sound judgment, without reliance on esoteric knowledge or study or research, but based upon what they see as knowledge held by people "in common". This might be the dictionary meaning for the term,however in simple it is something that a person should be aware of without being told or forced by someone else. Hope you are in agreement! If that’s the case let me know what you'll do in a frustrating case like the one we observed last evening. As the boring Sunday was turning out to be a very boring Sunday; Sis, a friend and myself thought of venturing out on an undestined place. Unsurprisingly the thought on all minds was to avoid the suffocating crowd, mainly want...

ಉರಿಬಿಸಿಲ ಬೇಗೆಯನು ತಡೆಯಲು ಮಳೆ ಹನಿಯು ಚೆಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಕಾದಿರುವ ಭೂಮಿಯ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶಿಸಲು ಮಣ್ಣ ಸುವಾಸನೆಯು ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೂ ಬೀರಿದೆ ಇಂತಹ ಮೈತಣಿಸುವ ಸಮಯ ಕದ ತೆರೆದು ಹೊರ ಹೋಗುವ ಹಂಬಲ ಓಕುಳಿಯ ಪನ್ನೀರಲಿ ಮೈಮರೆತು ಕುಣಿದಾಡಿ ಜಿಗಿದು ನನ್ನದೇ ರಾಗದಿ ಹಾಡಿ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಹಿಡಿದು ಪಕ್ಕದಿ ಬಿಸಿ ಬಿಸಿ ತಿನಿಸು ಸವಿಯಲು ಪ್ರಪಂಚವೇ ನನ್ನದೆ೦ದು ಭಾವಿಸಿ ಕಥೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸ೦ಪೂರ್ಣ ತಲ್ಲೀನವಾಗಿ........ ಒಂದು ಮಳೆ ಹನಿ ಕಂಡಾಗ ಮನದಿ ಹರಿದ ಸಾಲುಗಳ ಹಾಗೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಅಚ್ಚಿಳಿಸಿರುವೆ. ಬಯಕೆ ಹಲವಾರು ಮೂಡಿಸಿದೆ ಈ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಮಳೆ ಹನಿ. -ಅಶ್ವಿನಿ

As a child I was so fascinated of the Bell that sounds so majestic when gonged. Even today I get the same feel of astonishment when I hear it go " Gong ". It would rather not surprise many, if I say I have been having various bell sounding tones for the message and call alerts on my mobile. The intention of visiting a temple besides the fact of offering my prayers , is accompanied by the joy of hearing the uninterrupted, reverberating, deep and sonorous sound from the bell( Ghanta ). I recollect to have read this piece somewhere - "A well-designed bell produce long strains of the sound ‘ OM .’" Surely it does sound like that if you could closely observe. I had a question on mind from a very long time, ever since I realised that I was attracted to this sound emanated by the bell - Why do one ring the bell when he/she enters a temple? Do we need to do this just to obey the rules bestowed by our elders? Definitely there should be a purpose. Do we ring the bell to...

I dont blame it to the growing population or the cropping up trends and the amenities we are falling prey of. A casual lazy Sunday afternoon, Sis and myself set off with the thought of shopping. Girls and shopping are used as a double by most of the guys I know. If I had to reverse this statement it wouldn't mean indifferent anymore. I witnessed the growing numbers in guys coming out on a shopping spree last evening. What leaves me in a state of shock is the well designed strategies developed by the renowned marketing teams, that are rather benefecial to the organizations than the convinced buyer. They kind of cheat the customers with the inapproprite-fancy-eye catching schemes. The normal tendency of any customer is to buy articles even if it is'nt of much use. Thanks to the discounts that are so beautifully articulated that one bends down to the offer. Some instances of such offers can be scripted as below. In a section of a huge store one can see garments placed ,with a boar...

I was returning back home from other part of the city, this time I was taking the bus ride - unusual corporate me. Mostly I tend to incline myself to the 2 wheeler or if am too tired to ride then I take complete advantage of the gifted, yet stubborn auto fellows for a drive. It costs me several bucks which I hesitantly shell out, but rather forget about the fact when the eventual event is worth it. Since the scorching sun was right above my head and not a drop of water had trickled down my throat from a couple of hours, I was bathing in vehemence. Adding spice to the already provoked anger, the smell of shit and urine hit my nose every step I took.[ This is the case in most of the bus stops - Wonder where all the tax paid has gone to? ]. Battling the sweat and avoiding the street hawkers I finally managed to reach a counter where I could get some refreshment to quench my thirst. On the menu I could either opt for a bottled drink or a freshly squeezed cup of cane juice hinting a bit of...