After watching a late night movie, I slept without thinking anything as an effort to get up early next morning. It was Friday night and my eyes were dropping terribly, insisting the brain to go to sleep. It seemed I haven't even closed my eyes, my eyes got opened by the melodious ring tone of my mobile. But , the melody could not impress me this time. I glanced at the source of tone. Stumbling towards the table I squinted at the mobile screen. The colorful screen was pouring at least 4 different colors on to my face and was showing the name of 'Raama'. The brain quickly recovered the conversation it had just two days ago.
"He is going back to India today", brain roared, my whole body trembled listening to that roar. It seemed all of my organs awoke hearing that roar. Then, eyes rolled towards the clock kept right next to the lilliputian tele. The three hands of the clock were ticking lazily without giving any damn about the outside of their world. Each of the them exactly measured the time as half past eight.
"Oh my god", I said. I removed the heavy duvet from my leg and ran towards the bathroom. Took a very quick shover and again ran back to the room searching for any ironed cloth in the closet. Time seems to run faster when one is in hurry. I put on my rags and pulled the shoes and opened the door.
Suddenly, my sight became so dark, and for an instance I felt it like my eyes are closing. I pushed to try little hard to keep eyes open and forcibly looked around the sight. Its really dark outside. What time it is?
I realised I have forgotten to wear my wrist watch in hurry and removed the mobile to check the time. It showed 6:00. I reopened the door and glared the watch hanging on wall. It also showed 6:00. I walked to my room and glanced at the clock on the table. It also showed 6:00.
"Are all clocks are trying to prove me fool?", I asked myself. I got another missed call from 'Raama'. The missed calls were to inform me that he has just left Glasgow. "Oh, Raama", I paused.
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Thursday, 22 January 2009
ಮೊದಲ್ಗವನ
" ಕಣ್ನಂಚಲೇ ಹೆದರುತ ನಿನ್ನನು ನೋಡಿದೆ
ಕ್ಷಣದಲೇ ಜಾರುತ ನಸು ನಗೆಯ ಬೀರಿದೆ
ತಿಳಿಯದಲೇ ನಾಚುತ ತಳವಳಿಸ ತೊಡಗಿದೆ
ಏನೆಂದು ಹೇಳಲಿ ನಾ ತಿಳಿಯದಾದೆ
ಯಾವುದೋ ಜನುಮದ ನೆನಪೊಂದು ಕರೆದಿದೆ
ಮುಚ್ಚಿದ್ದ ಕದವು ತಾನಾಗೆ ತೆಗೆದಿದೆ
ಹೊಸ ಹುರುಪು ಮೂಡಿ ಜಲರಾಶಿ ಹರಿದಿದೆ
ಕನಸಲೂ ಮನಸಲೂ ನೀನೆ ತುಂಬಿ ಹೋದೆ
ನನ್ನ ಮನಸಿನ ಕಥೆಯ ಹಾಡಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಮದುರ ಕಂಠದ ಶಬ್ದ ಹರಡಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಎಂದರೆ ಇದೆಯೇ ಕೇಳಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಮೊದಲ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಸವಿಯ ಸವಿಯಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ "
ಕ್ಷಣದಲೇ ಜಾರುತ ನಸು ನಗೆಯ ಬೀರಿದೆ
ತಿಳಿಯದಲೇ ನಾಚುತ ತಳವಳಿಸ ತೊಡಗಿದೆ
ಏನೆಂದು ಹೇಳಲಿ ನಾ ತಿಳಿಯದಾದೆ
ಯಾವುದೋ ಜನುಮದ ನೆನಪೊಂದು ಕರೆದಿದೆ
ಮುಚ್ಚಿದ್ದ ಕದವು ತಾನಾಗೆ ತೆಗೆದಿದೆ
ಹೊಸ ಹುರುಪು ಮೂಡಿ ಜಲರಾಶಿ ಹರಿದಿದೆ
ಕನಸಲೂ ಮನಸಲೂ ನೀನೆ ತುಂಬಿ ಹೋದೆ
ನನ್ನ ಮನಸಿನ ಕಥೆಯ ಹಾಡಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಮದುರ ಕಂಠದ ಶಬ್ದ ಹರಡಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಎಂದರೆ ಇದೆಯೇ ಕೇಳಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಮೊದಲ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಸವಿಯ ಸವಿಯಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿದೆ "
Sunday, 18 January 2009
Impasse...
I had a very pleasant day today, it was a very happening and eventful weekend. Its unbelievable I'm still awake after such a tiring day. But, sleep is no near to me - so thought of watching a movie. Started searching for any good movie which can bring some good sleep to mind. A list came up in front of my eyes- it was difficult to slide through each of the screens and choose from the list. But, thanks to computer algorithm, the list was alphabetically ordered.
Suddenly, one of the Tamil movie caught my eyes - Anniyan. To tell you the truth, I can't read, write or even understand Tamil. I clicked on the movie link to check if it has English subtitles of the dialogues. Thankfully, the movie had English subtitles. A glimpse of my childhood came in front of my eyes. Watching regional movies on Doordarshan every Sunday afternoon, was my habit. They also had these English subtitles of different regional language films. Although, its bit odd to convert the dialogues to some other language - the translation sometimes becomes just a translation without any human touch to it. But the dialogues will have lots of human touch with them. Still I like them because they lend their hands to understand the film, understand the characters.
Anniyan was very emotional, heart touching movie. Ambi made me to laugh, Anniyan made me to cry and Remo made me to sigh. Different characters but one person. One brain but different frequency of thinking. One body but different course of action. After watching it, I felt very good. That's what you expect from any movie, aren't you? You feel better when you come out of the theater and all of your walk/journey back home, your mind will be mulling over the film. Each sequence, each moment tries to come in front of your eyes and tries to exemplify themselves.
The film decorates the words of Veda. Veda was written to tell one, one to choose right from wrong. Compelling one to do right was the main aim of Veda. Try to guide and show you a right path towards Mukti was the objective of Veda. But now a days I don't see anything so called - Right or Wrong. Everything is right if you are ethically right. On the contrary you are wrong if you are ethically wrong. All Vedas or part of Vedas have been re-written as ethics now a days. For each field different set of ethics - Corporate ethics, Social Ethics etc.., Eventually, ethical right and ethical wrong have replaced the rights and wrongs. You can give many examples for this, can't you?
Suddenly, one of the Tamil movie caught my eyes - Anniyan. To tell you the truth, I can't read, write or even understand Tamil. I clicked on the movie link to check if it has English subtitles of the dialogues. Thankfully, the movie had English subtitles. A glimpse of my childhood came in front of my eyes. Watching regional movies on Doordarshan every Sunday afternoon, was my habit. They also had these English subtitles of different regional language films. Although, its bit odd to convert the dialogues to some other language - the translation sometimes becomes just a translation without any human touch to it. But the dialogues will have lots of human touch with them. Still I like them because they lend their hands to understand the film, understand the characters.
Anniyan was very emotional, heart touching movie. Ambi made me to laugh, Anniyan made me to cry and Remo made me to sigh. Different characters but one person. One brain but different frequency of thinking. One body but different course of action. After watching it, I felt very good. That's what you expect from any movie, aren't you? You feel better when you come out of the theater and all of your walk/journey back home, your mind will be mulling over the film. Each sequence, each moment tries to come in front of your eyes and tries to exemplify themselves.
The film decorates the words of Veda. Veda was written to tell one, one to choose right from wrong. Compelling one to do right was the main aim of Veda. Try to guide and show you a right path towards Mukti was the objective of Veda. But now a days I don't see anything so called - Right or Wrong. Everything is right if you are ethically right. On the contrary you are wrong if you are ethically wrong. All Vedas or part of Vedas have been re-written as ethics now a days. For each field different set of ethics - Corporate ethics, Social Ethics etc.., Eventually, ethical right and ethical wrong have replaced the rights and wrongs. You can give many examples for this, can't you?
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Granny...
Well, its already midnight but Morpheus, the god of dreams seems to be unhappy. Sleep is no near to me- made me to think about Insomnia. "Oh common, you sleep like a pig sometimes", my inner voice growled. It made the instinct to go out of my mind.
Its Sankranti today, many states in India celebrate this festival as a new year. Its called by several names across India. Many wishes for all on the occasion of this festival.
Today I am going to share one of the event which have left deep emotions in my heart. One of my friend was leaving to Bangalore from his home place, a remote village in the district of Dharwad. I joined him as I was also working in Bangalore. Don't assume that he is leaving home for the first time. He has done this many times. As you might all know if you are leaving from your home place, your parents and other well wishers always come with you to bus stand. His grandmother should have been to farm and must have been unaware of her grandson's plans. My friend also did not care to go to farm to say bye to her. The importance of the person fades with age, you know about it.
We reached the bus stand in the hope that bus will come on time. Everyone was in very jolly mood including me. I turned towards the end of the street to see if I can find any image of the bus. I saw an old women running towards the bus stand. She ran and ran until she reached the stand and I could not stop thinking what made her to run like a sprinter at that age. She came and stopped just beside me and asked "Where is my grandson?". Everyone around us started laughing and someone from the group cheered he is just in front of you. Taking a long breath she murmured, "I can't see a thing, I took a run from farm. Someone passing by informed me about his leaving".
She sat down on one of the stones near by and took few minutes of rest. And all those few minutes, I could not just take my sight out of her.
Its Sankranti today, many states in India celebrate this festival as a new year. Its called by several names across India. Many wishes for all on the occasion of this festival.
Today I am going to share one of the event which have left deep emotions in my heart. One of my friend was leaving to Bangalore from his home place, a remote village in the district of Dharwad. I joined him as I was also working in Bangalore. Don't assume that he is leaving home for the first time. He has done this many times. As you might all know if you are leaving from your home place, your parents and other well wishers always come with you to bus stand. His grandmother should have been to farm and must have been unaware of her grandson's plans. My friend also did not care to go to farm to say bye to her. The importance of the person fades with age, you know about it.
We reached the bus stand in the hope that bus will come on time. Everyone was in very jolly mood including me. I turned towards the end of the street to see if I can find any image of the bus. I saw an old women running towards the bus stand. She ran and ran until she reached the stand and I could not stop thinking what made her to run like a sprinter at that age. She came and stopped just beside me and asked "Where is my grandson?". Everyone around us started laughing and someone from the group cheered he is just in front of you. Taking a long breath she murmured, "I can't see a thing, I took a run from farm. Someone passing by informed me about his leaving".
She sat down on one of the stones near by and took few minutes of rest. And all those few minutes, I could not just take my sight out of her.
Monday, 12 January 2009
Light, Light and Light...
"Oh god," I sighed. It was tiring, astonishing and very fulfilling. I was watching the movie 'Thank you for smoking' and to my awe I felt it like a true drama just unpacking itself in front of my eyes. I liked the character of Nick, where he always tries to prove the point played by his opponent is wrong rather than proving his own point.
The movie ran to end like a sprinter and kept me on the edge of my seat always. Once finished I slept just thinking in terms of Nick. Suddenly something clicked in my mind and possibly could not figure out answer to the question- what if the light loses its reflection property.
For those who are elementary to physics, its the reflection property of light which allows us to see the things around us. The world looks beautiful because of this property of light. Girls see their curves because of this. Boys see their muscles because of this. Other animals remain cautious of their prey because of this property of light.
Have you ever asked yourself what if the light loses its property for some reasons? I also did not had any thoughts about this. But, I could only think of one thing. If this magic happens we start to realise ourselves or we start to find ourselves or we start to search ourselves.
"Yes" I'm talking about the real of us, neither the physical view nor the projected view. We will really get to find about " Who we are? and what we are?" just like any blind person do every single day.
The movie ran to end like a sprinter and kept me on the edge of my seat always. Once finished I slept just thinking in terms of Nick. Suddenly something clicked in my mind and possibly could not figure out answer to the question- what if the light loses its reflection property.
For those who are elementary to physics, its the reflection property of light which allows us to see the things around us. The world looks beautiful because of this property of light. Girls see their curves because of this. Boys see their muscles because of this. Other animals remain cautious of their prey because of this property of light.
Have you ever asked yourself what if the light loses its property for some reasons? I also did not had any thoughts about this. But, I could only think of one thing. If this magic happens we start to realise ourselves or we start to find ourselves or we start to search ourselves.
"Yes" I'm talking about the real of us, neither the physical view nor the projected view. We will really get to find about " Who we are? and what we are?" just like any blind person do every single day.
Friday, 2 January 2009
ಮಾಯಾಲೋಕ
" ರಾತ್ರಿಯಲೊಂದು ಬಿಂಬವ ಮಾಡಿ ನೋಡಿದ ಅರಮನೆ ಎಲ್ಲುಂಟು
ಕಹಳೆಯ ಸದ್ದು ಕೇಳದೆ ಇರಲು ಮಾಡಿದ ಕವಚವು ಎಲ್ಲುಂಟು
ಪಕ್ಕದಿ ಮನಗಿದ ಮಡದಿಯ ಮನಸನು ಅರಿಯುವ ಸೂತ್ರವು ಎಲ್ಲುಂಟು
ಚೆಂದದಿ ನಗುವ ಹುಣ್ಣಿಮೆ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಅಂದವ ಮಿರಿಸುವರ್ಯಾರುಂಟು?
ಒಂದೆಡೆ ಕತ್ತಲು ಒಂದೆಡೆ ಬೆಳಕು ಮಾಡಿದ ಒಡೆಯನು ಎಲ್ಲುಂಟು
ಸುಂದರ ಹುಡುಗಿಯ ಬಣ್ಣವ ಕೆಡಿಸಿ ಕೆಂದುಟಿ ನೀಡಿದವನ್ಯಾರುಂಟು
ಮೂಡಿಸಿ ಸೂರ್ಯನ ಚಂದ್ರನ ಕರಗಿಸಿ ಆಟವ ನೆಡೆಸಿದವನ್ಯಾರುಂಟು
ಹೂವ್ಗಳ ತೂಗಿಸಿ ಜೇನನು ಮೂಡಿಸಿ ಬಣ್ಣವ ಬಳಿದವನ್ಯಾರುಂಟು? "
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