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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Good day :-)