Monday, 26 September 2016

Silent Teacher



The setting sun is busy dyeing the color of a sky with his vividness and this room like any random day is crowded and felt like  long wait ahead, as always the smell of hospital was sickening for some reasons  more were the distressing than a happy faces around with busy staff in their routine chaos.  I sat their burying my eyes in my copy of Wuthering heights anticipating my turn shall not come any soon. Unable to read, I sat glancing at varied faces all around without realizing that I am eavesdropping in the conversation between two men sitting adjacent to me.

The young man in his late thirties was constantly mocking his little girl as to sit at one place and not to mess all around, watching this scene from last few minutes the old man next to him gestures at saying “it’s ok. She’s kid, let her play” ignoring these words the young man clutched his daughter hands tightly warned her again to maintain silence and send her off to her mother. I watch this girl frightened and running towards her mom I hear the young man turning to the old one and starts “Oh Sir, handling these daughters is big thing sir. Imagine, that too I have two two daughters. Firstly raise them up, provide all the things, educate them, spend on them and they will get married and go. No one to look after us in old age. What to do sir? Things would be different if I had a son; u might be having a son no sir. Lucky you sir” and as he says all this in one go ending the whole story with one big “pchhh” sound, I notice the old man nodding at him with a little smile and move back on his chair.

The time spent by there was awkward silence accept one or two mobile phone ringing and a receptionist calling out next patient’s name. after a while I saw one young lady in her finest of white Apron walking towards us. As she came closer to us, she smiled at old man held her hand to him and said “Come papa, Lets go home” as he got up to leave he turned to the young man patted his back and muttered “Its ok, Let her play” by then a very cute little girl came running to take his hands in her and said “I’ll Hold Nanu’s Hand”

I went on seeing them leaving until they faded from my sight, turning to younger man I noticed his daughter playing  gleefully with him. I couldn’t have felt any happier.

PS: Some people teach you so many things without saying much. Life in bites.:)








Sunday, 18 September 2016

ಬಳ್ಳಿ




ಬದುಕೆಂಬ್ ಸ್ಕೂಲಿನ

ಆತಿದಡ್ಡ ಸ್ಟೂಡೆಂಟ್ ನಾನು

"ಬುಕ್ಸ್ ಏನೋ ಖುಷಿ ಕೊಡತ್ತೆ ಆದ್ರೆ

ಅವನ್ನೇನು ನೆಚ್ಚಿಕೊಂಡಿರೋಕಾಗತ್ತಾ?"

ಎಂದು ಅವ್ ಕಳಿಸಿದ ವಾಟ್ಸಪ್ ಮೆಸೇಜಿನಲ್ಲಿ

ನೋ ಕಮೆಂಟ್ಸ್ ಅಂತ ಟೈಪ್

ಮಾಡಲು ಬೇಸರಿಸಿಕೂಂಡಿರುವ ಮನವು

ನೀನಿರದ ರಾತ್ರಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿನನ್ನೊಂದಿಗಿದಿದ್ದೆ

ಅಕ್ಷರಗಳಲ್ವೇನೋ ? ಅಂತ ಕೇಳಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದರು

ಯಾಕೋ ತಮ್ಮನ್ನು ತಾವೇ ವಿತ್‌ಡ್ರಾ

ಮಾಡಿಕೂಂಡಿರುವ್ ಭಾವನೆಗಳ

ನಡುವೆ ಸಿಲುಕಿರುವ ಟೈಮಿನಲ್ಲಿ

ಬುಕ್ ಎಕ್ಷಿಬಿಶನ ಅನ್ನೋ ಫೋಟೋ ಕಳ್ಸಿ

"ಹೋಗೋಣ್ವಾ?" ಎಂದು ಕಣ್ಣು ಮೀಟ್ಕಿಸುವ

ಎಮೊಜೀ ಹಾಕಿದ ಇವನು ಮತ್ತೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ನೆನಪಾಗಿ

ಕಾಳಜಿ ಎಂಬ ಸಪ್ಲಿನ ನೆಟ್ಟು ಅದ್ನ ಕಾಡಿ ಕೆಣಕಿ

ಡಿಸ್ಟರ್ಬ್ ಮಾಡಿ, ನೀರ ಹಾಕಿ

ಬಳ್ಳಿಯಾಗಿ ಹರಡಿಸುವ ಇವನ ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು

ಪ್ರೀತಿಸದಿರಲಾದೆನು..

Thursday, 15 September 2016

Go Girl Go









On some lazy afternoon getting into bus, opting for window seat the generally desolated bus felt crowded as I witnessed a burqa clad lady took a place beside me. Though I am not someone who choose to start a conversation but the person in me is always very keen about watching the other person and as i went on looking at her black attire for a moment i stumbled upon delicately embroidered gloves she wore. That was an instant love moment for me, I never knew they were so beautifully made.

I constantly watched her long fingers wrapped within thin layer of black fabric, I wondered how she can opt to spend most of her life in this loosely twilled outer layer from the moment she steps out of her house. I kept wondering more weather she would be distracted by so many options and so many colors to choose from, Ok! I know she may not continue to be covered with Burqa the moment she reach her destination  but this idea was bothering me as I couldn’t understand and now i continued gazing at her long eyelashes which were more curiously peeping out i quiet went on overboard thinking will she have the same daily ritual as most of the we (Women) have in the morning of spending good 20 mins of our day in deciding what to wear according to endless factors like mood, occasion, color time etc etc , ufff.. You see that’s the actual task. I asked myself that will she not feel the sense of strangled inside it, would she  enjoy the freedom of adding more colors to the world and so on. i was all questioned.. 

When driver hit the break which was more or less was a break to marathon of my wondering thoughts, she gently got up from her seat looking at me when I beamed a big smile at her.  Well i don’t know she smiled back at me.

As I saw her leaving I slowly whispered “Lady You are Brave”
Brave to be Hid in that.!!

And I sat staring at my bare fingers, and the ring around my finger twinkled with a little smile in his memories..



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Sunday, 22 May 2016

The Girl who owned a city











One of the summer evenings,
She sat in the balcony with cup of warm coffee
The buzzing uproar, gleaming lights and 100 of thoughts
Invaded her skull made her sank
in the beckoned memory of the city she would call her own.

She missed it all, she missed her city
Which beamed a happiness and smelled a pride
And every lane spread like a spring leaves
people speak the language of love
and it felt like heaven is just here..

where younger she ran in beautiful streets,
laughed, and danced her heart out
to the sound of delightfully pouring rain.
It was her city, her home, her reason to smile
Which let her spent her summer flying kites
Making friends and growing happy.

It was her city which would let her go and hold her back
And feel all the colors of the nature in one go
The city which looked angelic with every sunset
The smell of a monsoon spread to moon
nights were serene and hummed a lullaby
where she would fall asleep with peace in core

As she smiled she knew
she can call it her own,
where she cant wait to come back home..

(the city which never fail to surprise with its beauty – BELAGAVI, Eternal love)


Image courtesy: http://allaboutbelgaum.com/

Thursday, 7 April 2016

In the fumes of Overanalysis

I got up this evening feeling really happy.. eh, U read it right “Happy” but my Happiness is just like the happiness of those daily soap characters  which doesn’t even last for next episode. Ok I don’t get such” high-figh baseless beyond my wildest dream” problems like terrorist residing in my home (Yes yes.. My own House) next to my room or solving a murder mystery of some XYZ who is no where even remotely concern to me..!! but someone wise said “Good things doesn’t last forever” (I know you all wanna kill this “Wise” now.. to your misery, you can’t) my whatsapp texts ruined it all..

As if India was out of World cup league wasn’t enough to put me in deep shock and Bharat Mata ki Jai was less entertaining, the message in my family group popped up reading “Bought Audi Q7, feeling  awesome”  along with 20 pics clicked in various angels  from one of my 3rd.. or 4th (or some nth level) cousin and my eyes popped out faster than Dhoni’s stumping. I felt like the violin kept in the corner mocked at me saying “Look at Him, He owns audi, and what do  you own.. ME..!!” throwing a dirty stare at it i decided to kill all my amusement with my super power of over analysis.

Ungodly (Like every Relative) I sat with pen and paper to derive the formula to own “My own Audi” and to my surprise I found out, even if I starve to death (well, part of my Mom’s brain always thinks so) and save all I could have, I still cannot buy one in next 99.9 galactic year as well. Ok ok, I deep breathed in, let’s not lose the hope I recited there are always an alternative. Now I could summarize 2 possibalities. either I have to camouflage myself as The Vijay Malya and fetch an non-returnable loan from banks  or I have to find Ravindra Jadeja’s wife has any sister and stalk her until she marry me so that I could get an Audi in return gift.. now it was “HIS” turn to throw a dirty look at me. :-D

This moment i felt even more annoying than those all the list I prepared in my mind to convince all the Dhoni Haters as why He failed in today’s match even before match started. Admit it, even you did it.!!

Between all this fumes of my over and under Analysis

in my Mind: I Gave Up, I am Happy with my Hyundai

My heart slowly whispered lets Google abt Sir Jadeja’s……….


While my fingers moved on mobile screen typing “Congos Boy, Waiting for Drive” :-)




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Sunday, 27 March 2016

Until I see you in me..!!



Hey Mom,

There is nothing more joyous than being wrapped in your six yard saree. You know he says I looked beautiful when I choose to wear your fanatic treasure you safe guarded all these years so you could pass it to me.  But Maa how can I disclose him that it was not just any saree, it’s a perfect art of sliding into your warmness which I long for on those random unaimed days. Everytime I move my fingers on your kanchivaram, the lustrous shine or the feather smoothness would instantly rush me to ramble on the memory lane in no time.

Then were the days when  running behind you holding your pallu was my favorite game, when i had to cry I had the softness to curl in your lap and no matter how hard the things would get, the tiny tinkles of your moving bangles would sing lullaby, when everything  would seem blurred on the far side, the shadow of you walking to me draped in colorful saree would put that smile on me and I would just fall on my knees and convince myself as how Should I get away all my life without getting to dig in my face in those crumpled plates of your saree which always posed as cradle of your warm demeanour.

Then, how you could bid me adieu that day?  Did you flow in the same whirlwind of emotions i had underneath my feet or you had bigger storm of melancholy in your heart. As you let me go did you feel the same pain when I fought with your pelvic bone to push myself out of your womb or was it much more than I could justify the impulsive emotional outburst I had then.  Or is it that you always foresee this day? Were you aware that your little girl would one day unbind herself from you and walk into other world where she will leave your footprints in her every hustle bustle she could go through. When all my life you bubbled yourself around me as a cushion of comfort, how well you knew that I would still call for every shot without the torch of your guiding light. How you always go into hiding your tears behind that smile.  How you always knew it all..?

Amma, Today I am again draped in your saree and will be draping myself in one many more times until standing in front of Mirror I could see You in ME..