Friday 18 December 2015

Allied Patterns..







As the first ray of raising sun

Penetrated through window

The Intoxicated illumination lingered in the aura

As the Freshly brewed coffee tickled down the taste buds,

It gripped the sense of  Euphoria..


Gazing at the vivid and varied  faces across the streets

Clearing the foggy layer of the glasses,

I fell into the arms of fathomless thoughts..

Beaming into the each of them,

I struggle to read who belonged to whom.?

The more I scrutinize more I fail..

All of them strike as alike,

Their  pattern, hopes and dreams look allied..


Breaking down my attention,

I inquest “ why there is discrimination?”

I sense “NO” as I stare endlessly..

I felt like,

The same Big NO screams aloud

“Its not in the multitude you looking at,

Its their in the voices you are hearing from..

STOP THEM…”





I turned off the news.. 



PC:  google images.

Sunday 13 December 2015

ಮೌನಕ್ಕೂಂದು ಧ್ವನಿ..!!




“ಏನ್ಮಾಡ್ತಾದಿಯ..?”
“ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ.”.
“ಅರಿಯುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಮಾಡಬಹುದಲ್ಲಾ..?”
“ಬೇಕಿಲ್ಲ,,”
“ಏನೋ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡತಿದಿಯ..?”
“ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ನನ್ನದ್0ತೆನಿಲ್ಲ..”
“ಇರುಳು ಜಾರಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಹೊಸ ಸೂರ್ಯ ಮೂಡುವನಲ್ಲ..?”
“ಆದರೂ ಇವತ್ತಿನ ದಿನಕರ್ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮರಳುವದಿಲ್ಲ್..”
“ಮತ್ತೆ ಏತಕ್ಕೆ ತಿರುವುವೆ ಓದಿದ್ ಪುಟಗಳನ್ನ..?”
“ಇಲ್ಲಿರುವುದು ಕೇವಲ್ ಖಾಲಿ ಪುಸ್ತಕವಿನ್ನೂ..”
“ಅತಿಯಾಗಿ ಯೋಚಿಸಬೇಡ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳಲೇ..?”
“ಉಸಿರಾಡ್ಬೇಡ ಅಂತ ಕೇಳಿದಂಗಿದೆ..”

“ನಾನಿಗ್ ಸುಮ್ಮನಿರಲೇ..?”
“ಬೇಡ.. ನೀನು ಮೌನಕ್ಕೆ ದ್ವನಿಯಾಗಬೇಕು..”

“ದೊಡ್ಡವರು ಹೇಳ್ತಾರೆ "ದೀಪ ತಾನ ಉರಿದು ಬೆಳಕಾಗುವುದು"
 “ಅದೇ ಜಗದ್ ನಿಯಮವೇನೋ..?”
"ಅಲ್ಲ.!! ಅದು ಸವೆದಷ್ಟು ಸಲೀಸಾಗುತ್ತಾ ಸಾಗುವ ಪರಿ..
ಜೀವನ ಬಂಡಿಯ ದಾರಿ.."



Picture courtesy: +Nijukumar Pattar 





Friday 6 November 2015

ಬಣ್ಣ ಮತ್ತು ಬೆಳಕು




ಎಲ್ಲೂ ಸಾಗದ ಗೊತ್ತು ಗುರಿ ಇಲ್ಲದ್ ಕಡೆ ಪಯಣ
ನಾಳೆಗಳ ಹಣತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆಳಕಾಗಲು ಕಾಯುತ್ತಿರುವ ಕನಸಿನ ತೋರಣ
"ಇದು ಬರೀ ಟೆರ್ರಾಕೋಟಾ ದೀಪಗಳು ಕಣೆ. .!! ಬಿದ್ದರೆ ಒಡೆಯುವ"
ಎನ್ನುವ ಅವನತ್ತ ಸೆಳೆಯುವ ಮನ.. ತೆಲೆತಿವಿದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಕೇಳಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ,
"ಆ ಬಣ್ಣ ಬಣ್ಣಗಳ ಪ್ಲಾಸ್ಟಿಕ್‌ನಲ್ಲಿದೆಯೇ ಈ ಮಣ್ಣಿನ್ ಘಮ??"
ಸದ್ದಾಗುತ್ತಿರುವ್ ಮೊಬೈಲ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾತಾಡುತ್ತಿರು ಅತ್ತಿಗೆಯೊಂದಿಗೆ
ತೇಲಿಬಂದಿದೆ ಕಾದ್ ಎಣ್ಣೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಿಂದೇಳುತ್ತಿರುವ್ ಚಕ್ಕುಲಿಯ ನಾದಸ್ವರ್,
ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ನೆನಪಿಸಿದೆ ತವರಿನ ದಿನಗಳನ್ನ..
ಹುಷಾರು..!! ಕೆಡಸಬೇಡ, ಒಪ್ಪವಾಗಿ ಬಿಡಿಸಿದ ರಂಗೋಲಿ
ಎನ್ನುವ ಅಮ್ಮನನ್ನು ತಬ್ಬಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೇಳಬೇಕಿದೆ "ಇರಲಿ ಬಿಡಮ್ಮ..!!
ನನ್ನ ಲಂಗಕ್ಕೆ ಈ ನಿನ್ನ ರಂಗೋಲಿ ಸೇರಿಸುವುದು ಮತ್ತಷ್ಟು ಬಣ್ಣಗಳನ್ನ್"
"ಹಾಕು ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಲಗಾಮು, ತೆಗೆದುಕೊ ಈ ನಿನ್ನ ದೀಪಗಳು.."
ಎನ್ನುವ ಅವನತ್ತ ತಿರುಗಿ ಹೇಳಾಗಿದೆ "ಹಬ್ಬ ಕಣೋ.. ಸಹಜ ಮನೆಯ ನೆನಪು"
"ಇಗೋ..." ಎಂದು ಬೊಗಸೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಬಣ್ಣಗಳನ್ನು ತುಂಬಿ
"ಬಾ.. ನಿನ್ನ ಹಣತೆಗಳನ್ನ ಕಲರ್ ಕಲರಾಗಿಸುವಾ..." ಎಂದು ನಕ್ಕಾಗ
ಮನ ಹೇಳಿದೆ....

"ನಿನಗಿಂತ ಬೇರೇನಿದೆ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ್..."

Wednesday 7 October 2015

All that.. What goes for the 1st time


ಒಂದೋ.. ಎರಡೋ.. ಮೂರೋ.. ನಾಲ್ಕೋ…
ಒಂದೋ.. ಎರಡೋ.. ಮೂರೋ.. ನಾಲ್ಕೋ….

She went on saying this and little did I realize that I tutored this tiny two and half year old to utter numbers in the language she never heard any before, As her mom was on my door to pick her gal (OK! I do baby sit sometimes, well Kids love walking to me.* Disclaimer: Im not singing my praises here *) she puzzled as what alien thing her daughter is reciting. (* I bet! She gave a second thought of sending her in for next time *) as calm as ever, i made her known that her little one now can sing a numbers in KANNADA.  I could sense the excitement in her mother eyes as she said “You are the 1st one teach her Numbers, well, I must freeze this moment.. “ I amused with smiling back “Parents..!! these days”

Waving a goodbye to my favorite moppet i could still overhear her rhythmic echo behind. The method to my madness bug inside caught me to structure this random thought to my whole nine yard experience. As I plunged into dwelling upon my 1st timings the reel of life began to run, I had to pause it..!! I had to pause it thinking how every 1st moment, every 1st incident, every 1st thing is lumped together with 1st person.. knowingly or unknown to themselves HE/SHE leave their mark behind..

Remember..
Amma, Mummy or Maa,, Guess most of us announced to the whole world, “Yes! We can speak too” with same word, it was not just a simple phrase for us, it was lot more than that, it was that 1st person we ever got attached, that’s the Mother, The 1st person behind our 1st slate, 1st chalk piece, 1st ever book or schoolbag or any random thing we ever wanted then and it was Father. That brother, who 1st time taught how to hold a pen to how to handle that a heartbreak, that sister from whom we learnt how to peddle a cycle and those cousins who 1st shared our thoughts our play area, those neighbor friends from we learnt to play galli Cricket, to build a castle with or how to wrangle around,

That 1st stranger whose hand we held and walked into was the our Kinder garden Ayaa, or that 1st teacher who was patient enough to deal with our annoying tantrums, that neighbor uncle who tapped our back on our stupider diagram or that 1st  beautiful lady we admired across the streets, that friend who shared a bench with for the 1st time would never knew he would be endless number of times will be the 1st timer for us.. 

those 1st few to be official gangsta  friends or that volleyball coach who 1st perused how to hold a ball, that aunt behind our 1st cooking experience (well I can’t assure she did a good job :P)  that 1st computer trainer who took us to world of Internet or that 1st group mate who stayed late after collage to make the 1st ever presentation next day, or that maternal uncle with whom we learnt how to get hands on that Dream BIKE, that 1st cute guy/gal who smiled at You.. that 1st one for whose dimples made your heart beat bit in a blues, that 1st person you penned down your feelings for or that 1st thurky friend who made you to do so, that group of a guys you got into 1st ever fight (now looking back and laughing, how silly was that) .. that 1st few friends you had a night out with or that buddy you raised 1st beer with, the 1st senior to tell you “Its OK to have a backlog” and that 1st Junior girl who came to campus gymnasium looking for You, (* This was more or less like winning a NOBLE *) that 1st ever friend to send orkut’s request, 1st one to follow you on twitter and insta or the 1st quoran who upvoted your 1st ever answer..

Those 1st colleagues to become a team with and that 1st people you shared your “Employee of the Month” treat, that 1st girl you saw on matrimony site (Man mein laddu footey..!!) that 1st time your finger clenched in your Baby gals hand..

Wooo,, As I recall , all i know those 1st ones who make “life little out of ordinary..”



PS: Breathing space with a thought for how many out there I have been that 1st ONE..  :) 


the Backround music goes as..


ನೆನಪಿದೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲಾ ಸರಸ.. ನೆನಪಿದೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲಾ ವಿರಸ..
ನೆನಪಿದೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲು ತಂದ ಸಂಭ್ರಮದ್ ಕಾಣಿಕೆ........

(movie : Amruthadhaare)



Monday 21 September 2015

"WE ARE NO GOD"

Thunderstorm.. Highway and Drive..
Wednesday, 11:43 PM
Weather: outside 26°C,  inside 18°C 

ME: “What is Happiness?”

HE: “why u wanna eat my head.. Hungry? I can drive you to eatery, right away next corner”

Me frowning..

 {After 2 minutes of silence }

HE: “Happiness is watching your patients going home happily”

ME: “He He.. Indeed.. Isn’t it they leave the handsome amount Behind..”

Holy Shit!! Why the hell I had to say this..
u silly Gal.. u would have just concentrated on your ice-cream

{ 2 more minutes of dead  silence }

HE: “remember that your pizza treat at Tomato’s? and the check amount?”

ME: “750 + taxes**, but what a taste..!!”

HE: “ No doubt.. But wasn’t pretty expensive?”

ME: “But, that..that was so amazing, I mean it takes best efforts to Bake”

HE: “ ‘n you think we cure patients by Magic??”

Ohh.. He got there.. Time to say Sorry!!

HE: “That dent and scratches on the car, remember paying the bill?”

ME: How can I forget? That was bigger dent on the pocket for that real unnoticeable dent on the car..”

HE: “I Agree.. But when Human beings come to us with bigger internal damage and we make sure it refunction almost near to normal.. don’t you think we should be paid enough?”

ME: ”Ok.. Point.!! Surgeries and treatments are acceptable but what about those consultancy charges and list of expensive tests you recommend.?”

I knew , Ball is in my court *Wicked Smile*

HE: “sometime you get your clothes stitched, customized.. does your designer take the measurement or he just make it to any random assumptions and handover it?”

ME: “Ofcourse!! He does. We girls like everything to be perfect.”

Now wondering, how exactly his theory of ‘tailor and measurement’ gonna relate to my question??

HE: “ I have seen you spending good amount of time on measurements, when something so visible can consume d time and meticulous measurement, how on the earth one can understand, measure, study and decipher what’s happening inside the body? Its just lame dark storm there.. How can we just predict which organ is behaving out of its state. Until we don’t put you under some scans and tests, assemble the data, analyze the facts and predictions how can one compile that perfect way of treating you?"

Errr.. why is he speaking my language…

Well.. before I open my mouth to say something…

HE: ma’am, its hard to believe but none of your chef, mechanic or designer rush to you at random hour in the night, but we “the Doctors” DO, whenever our patient is in need of us. We may not feel their suffering but we never fail to understand. We cannot prevent their ailing but we put our best foot forward to cure it. We don’t charge high, like any normal being out there we just expect to be paid off..!!

‘n yeah!! “ WE ARE NO GOD” we are a human too, with an ability to challenge the PAIN..

I wanted to say something, but then saw my melting ice cream,,  decided to better concentrate on it..

The background music went on..

Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again..


[ A song by Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb ]











Sunday 2 August 2015

Story of One Note...


Every time I would open my coin pouch to handover money, that 100 rupee note would peep out.
And I would say myself “Baby.. The day is not far”

It was tiring, those long walk in the university, scorching sun and empty water bottle was enough to kill me. As I was moving, I immediately paused when my eye fell on the 100 Rupee note lying there on the walkway. i stared at it for moment with a dilemma to pick it up or no, with whatever thought running inside i picked it up and looked around to find someone, I couldn’t. I continued walking clutching it tightly in my palms.. I knew the uneasiness in me and was aware of the reason behind.

I whatsapped HIM

Me: “Found 100 bucks fallen on the way, wat to do?”

He: “U may find some beggar nearby, give it to them”

Me: “OK, Will be back soon”

He: “COOL”

I decided to act upon the same but I was not convinced.
I safely kept it in my bag and returned home.

Evening on call with Amma.

Me: “found 100 Rupee on the street. He asked to give it to someone but I couldn’t”

She: “ok!! on your next visit to temple put it in Daan pethi”

Me: “ But Y? how can that be correct maa?”

She: “ Beta! That is given by GOD”

Me: “Maa, if God has given it to me, I am sure he has enough”

She: “That’s irrational. Well, Why don’t u buy a food out of it and give it to those kids in the streets”

Me: “But Maa, I can do the same with my own money. Why somebody elses?”

She: (Now thoroughly confused) “Do what you feel right”

I was thinking, and repeatedly thinking.. for a while I decided to question the same on Quara and ask others. Somehow dropped the plan.

After a week over dinner

He: “Still thinking of the note?”

Me: “ Yeah.. I do not understand what to do. Many suggested to give it to needed, donate to kid, buy a medicine for the patient, or put it in daan pethi”

He: “Guess they are right. Why don’t you execute any one of it”

Me: “I can do all that with my money. Why with someone’s money, even if I do so, do you think I am perfectly justifying their earning”

I continued, “if I wuldd have lost 10 bucks, I would certainly feel bad, I am sure its same with the everyone, so I donno what to do with it. I wanna wait”

I knew I have left him thinking too.

One month passed… so as 2nd and 3rd..
Even till date, every time I would see the note… I said “ Baby.. the day is not far”

I paid the bill, counted all the items, collected them in the bag, checked and rechecked the list for no left outs, I stepped out of the store after thanking the doorman.

I stopped to see this man in his 60s searching for something on the ground.

I went to him and asked him what happened?

He replied, “Beta I think I lost my 100 Rupees somewhere here”

I immediately opened my bag , took out “THAT NOTE” and handed it to the him saying “Oh.. Here it is, I found it fallen over there”

Even before he took the money He said “ Jai Swamy Narayan,  Khush raho Beta”

We exchanged the smile and he went away. I turned back to Mr. Husband with a king size grin, he raised a eyebrow and asked me “WHY”

I replied, “I have relieved  someone from pain of losing their money, which i couldn’t do it that day”


I felt HAPPY 

Thursday 23 July 2015

Nail paint and loads of Sparkle..




Their eyes met...

They Met..

She: “I like to paint my nails”

He: “I like the way you paint your nails”

She laughed..

His eyes sparkled..

Parents denied..

They convinced..

She fought; He kept calm..

He was in crisis; She stood by strong..

They held hands, in all Ups n Downs..

Watching their 9 year old playing in the ground.


Their memories evoked, on the Same bench where they FIRST met.. 

Sunday 12 July 2015

Some Crisp Bites..

At coffee shop...
saturday, 06:49 PM
weather : partly cloudy



He: "What...!!!"

Me: "Yeah. I'm sorry"

He: "You kiddin.. Right??"

Me: **long pause, "Nah.. Its true"

He: "Its  cheating.."

Me: "I know, but it Just happened.., like... like"

He: ** cut me into middle, " But what about Me..??"

Me: "I hope you understand, You always have been so good.."

He: "But... I... "

Me: " Please..."

He: "HOT CHOCOLATE WITH DOUBLE CREAM...!!!
         I am never letting you order again...."

Then HE walks around to fetch the order, n ME can't stop stop Smiling... 😃




Every Day life And some lessons...


"Nobody is perfect" uttered someone in the background, "n' nobody's life too" said the other  one. 
don't know why but this conversation stayed in my mind for a whole day long, over a coffee break bestie replied "perfect life is Shopping anything you want at any time you want" to this another colleague added "true true", well i thought How rational..?? laid back on the chair, started thinking does anyone really got perfect life? do we really need one perfect life... nah!!! I believe let life be lil imperfect, lil impractical, let it be lil every random this and that but let it be LOT BETTER.. 

like a filmy in Me always say," Jh0 bhi hai, jaisi bhi hai... Zindagi behat Khoobsurat hai.. 😊 

so here i am penning down some ITSY-BITSY BITES of a life which may not make life perfect but they add to a better Life....
  • Be kind and nice to others, this is one little life to stay with those grumpy faces
  • wear that smile on you always, even perfect makeup is dud without it.
  • Stop criticizing/judging people, we are no perfect.
  • Met some real bitch, no worries; U gonna end up meeting angle tomorrow.
  • Don't be guilty on doing something, if it is making you guilty - promise yourself to never do it again.
  • want some lone time; Go get it.. it is so rejuvenating
  • Give some space to your partner, it will bring the fresh air into relationship.
  • Unorganized is cool, but try to be organized and feel the difference. 
  • pick up some good books, they are friends indeed.
  • offer to help one, spend time with kids, nothing is worth that Happiness..
 'n Remeber...

  I am watching... Says Karma 

Note: Take it a lighter note for a lighter life.