ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ

1. ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ
2. ಕರ್ನಾಟಕ ರಕ್ಷಣಾ ವೇಧಿಕೆ
3. ಯಾವ ಮೋಹಸ ಮುರಳಿ ಕರೆಯಿತೋ...
4. ಲಗು ಲಗು, ತರುಬು, ಚಾಸ್ಟಿ,

Sometimes, it is so tough to talk to some one without filtering words. I have couple of friends with whom i talk for long time. For each of them I have made set of vocabulary and I always use words within that set. Unfortunately, very few of my friends are keen observers and interrogative in nature and good in playing with words.

That day, me, Ravi and Manja were in bus at window seat. Over a secondary school wall, the board read like 'ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ' me and Manja started laughing after 3 seconds! Ravi was 'what the f***?' the we explained him, it should not be 'ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ' but, it should be 'ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ' ಯಾಕಂದ್ರ ಶಾಲೆ ಸರ್ಕಾರದ್ದು, ಬಾಲಕಿಯರಲ್ಲ.

'ಕರ್ನಾಟಕ ರಕ್ಷಣಾ ವೇಧಿಕೆ' written behind a TATA Sumo, the vehicle was owned by Kannada Protection Association! While I am talking, I often use lines picked by songs, other day I was talking to a girl about working abroad and used the line 'ಯಾವ ಮೋಹನ ಮುರಳಿ ಕರೆಯಿತೊ...' and later I took 15 min to explain the meaning behind the ಮುರಳಿ (flute) and America.

Once Rajaram asked me, 'Does feelings got anything to do with language?' after so much of discussion the answer was 'yes' Feelings got everything to do with language.



By initial stage i debated saying language is nothing to do with feelings. Bue, by the end of discussion I admitted that I was wrong.

...to be written

Your son is sleeping beneath chilly plants, don't ask his wage for today

Last evening, My neighbor called me saying my mom got held her hand in washing machine and she is fine. I suddenly rushed to home and there was not much to worry about, she was fine.

Today morning, I sat next to her to explain how a washing machine works? then I took her to machine and gave a demo explaining all the functions. There was so much of curiosity in her eyes! She asked me so many question which were so simple, and I was yet happy to answer her.

I still remember, there was time when me and my mom used to go harvest cotton on a summer day. She was paid 12 Rupees a day and I was paid 8 Rupees. We never considered the burning sun and skin scratches due to dried cotton thrones. While we work she used to talk to me continuously, she used to tell me about Gandhiji and Indian freedom moment. She always told me to be good at mathematics and get selected in a entrance exam for a residential school. By then, I was young and some land owners did not considered me as daily labour by then also mom took me along her. While she was working I collected woods and cow dung cakes to make domestic fuel for winter.

I still remember that day when my mom slapped me. It was a hot day and we were working, we were harvesting chillies. The chilly plants were taller than me when I bent down. In middle of work I slept beneath the chilly plants and nobody noticed me until for some time. Then the land owner saw me and shouted, 'Lalithamma, nim hudga holdaga makkonthana avn kooli kelak barbyada' (Lalithamma, your son slept beneath chilly plants and you do not ask his wage for today) My mom came and slapped me, she was worrid that I didnt even paid for half day.

We used to work for 6 days a week and mom earned 72 Rupees + around 40 Rupees mine. Every week she used to send me to the weekly market, that used to gather near by my village. I always carried a bag and 50 Rupees in my pocket. walk alone on a mud road. When I reached market, I kept wandering through out all the shops. Mom narrated me the list of things to get and I noted down on a paper. Meanwhile, I never felt to have a chocolate of 50 paisa, because I knew 50 paisa is lot more for mom. also she suggested me to not to have tea in shop, she told me she will make tea for me when I get back home. I used to return to home by evening. She used to check if I bought everything and calculate the money I spent. Then she used to make tea for me, we sat together and sip it and get out. I was not supposed to stay at home after lunch or dinner, as there was no space for me to sit. We lived in a smallest room, may be 20fx15f smaller. by night we used my grandpa's house for sleeping.

Fortunately, now time has changed. And today I get her everything she want. She never asks me anything but I know what she want. She never dreamt of using a washing machine in her life. She struggled all though her life as a labor. And today she is proud of me and I am happy that she is proud and happy. Every morning she waits until I get up and brings me tea, after that she prepares breakfast for me. When I go home she asks me 10 times if she can serve food for me and I say yes by 11th time. On weekends I take her to malls and big bazar. I feel so proud and satisfied when she sits on my bike and holds my shoulder. In malls I explain her everything, I explain her how these malls makes profit? I explain her what does Software Company do? I explain her what is recession? I explain her what is central government and state government? how do our government works? I use all simplest examples to make her understood.

When I was in school, she wrote me a postcard every week and 35 rupees of money order every month. I regret that I didn't preserve those letter. By then I never thought of making her happy, I was in my own world in school. I was sitting in classroom with 40 of my classmates and she was working hard in sun to arrange 35 Rupees to send me next month.

Today, if I am sitting in a Air Conditioned room with a computer. It's all because she worked hard under sun all the day for 12 Rupees.

After we discuss something, she never forgets to add a line 'If your father was alive, he would have felt so happy' and i say 'who knows?'

Still I remember those 35 Rupees she used to send me, no matter I am paid 75,000 Rupees a month.

I love you mom.

And once again I will wait,

As you got up this morning,
I watched you, and hoped you would talk to me,
even if it was just a few words, like saying me hello,
But I noticed you were too busy, trying to find the right outfit to wear.

When you ran around the house getting ready,
I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello,
but you were too busy.

At one point you had to wait,
fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair.
Then I saw you spring to your feet.
I thought you wanted to talk to me,
but you ran to the phone and called a friend

I watched patiently all day long.
With all your activities I guess you were too busy
to say anything to me.

I noticed that before lunch you looked around,
may be you felt embarrassed to talk to me,
that is why you didn't bow your head.

That's okay.
There is still more time left,
and I hope that you will talk to me yet.

You went office and it seems as if you had lots of things to do.
After a few of them were done,
you turned on the computer.
but again you didn't talk to me.

Bedtime I guess you felt too tired.
After you said good night to your friend,
you popped into bed and fell asleep in no time.
That's okay because you may not realize
that I am always there for you.
I've got patience, more than you will ever know.
I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well.

I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod,
It is hard to have a one-sided conversation.

Well, you are getting up once again.
And once again I will wait, with nothing but love for you.
Hoping that today you will give me some time. Have a nice day!

With Loves...

how much would you want me to earn to marry your daughter?'

Matrimonial Sites!

Partner a click away. Last night, some elder person called me saying that a relative of mine given him my number asking if I am free to marry his daughter. He was retired government employee from north karnataka now settled in Bangalore with his daughter, who works in an MNC. We exchanged hi, hellows and he asked me where do i work, i said its x company, his reply was 'oh!, how much do you earn?' I yelled myself 'f*** man' and asked back, 'how much would you want me to earn to marry your daughter?' (obviously the discussion ended next moment)

One more, after hi hellows, he asked me what is my qualification? I said, I am doing MBA, he 'oh, You doing MBA after your BE'? me, 'no, after BA'. His voice come so low says 'ok, I wil get back to you'

No parent (atleast 98%) asks, what are your interests? hobbies? what have you achieved in life so far? what you want do in life? instead company and salary. If the boy is earning 20,000 and girl is earning 55,000, the ristha cancel! and if girl is earning 10,000 boy is earning 1,25,000 wow! rishta pakka! I ask, why? does salary really build the love and affection?

How much, N R Narayanmurthy was paid before he built Infosys?

Dear parents, dont ever ask boys salary, and lend your daughter's hand. Look into his desires, the way he lives, the way he traveled so far. And remember a 'well settled' groom is not suitable for your daughter. If he is already well settled, then what the point? only an unsettled groom can build another infosys! Let your daughter, be an inspiration to someone to achieve something, rather being a 'wife' in a well settled family. There will not be love, where there is no 'scarcity', the run to attain the scarcity makes the life loveful.

Do not lend your daughter's hand to a 'KING' lend it to a 'SOLDIER' and ask her to make him a king.

ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೇಮದ ಪರಿಯ ನಾನರಿಯೆ ಕನಕಾಂಗಿ...

ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೇಮದ ಪರಿಯ ನಾನರಿಯೆ ಕನಕಾಂಗಿ,
ನಿನ್ನೊಳಿದೆ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸು.

ಹುಣ್ಣಿಮೆಯ ರಾತ್ರಿಯಲಿ ಉಕ್ಕುವುದು ಕಡಲಾಗಿ,
ನಿನ್ನೊಲುಮೆ ನನ್ನ ಕಂಡು, ನಿನ್ನೊಳಿದೆ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸು.

ಸಾಗರನ ಹೃದಯದಲಿ ರತ್ನಪರ್ವತ ಮಾಲೆ
ಮಿಂಚಿನಲಿ ಮೀಯುವುದಂತೆ,
ತೀರದಲಿ ಬಳುಕುವಲೆ ಕಣ್ಣ ಚುಂಬಿಸಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಸಾಗುವುದು ಕನಸಿನಂತೆ.
ನಿನ್ನೊಳಿದೆ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸು.

ಅಲೆ ಬಂದು ಕರೆಯುವುದು, ನಿನ್ನೊಲೆಯರಮನೆಗೆ,
ಒಳಗಡಲ ರತ್ನಪುರಿಗೆ
ಅಲೆಯಿಡುವ ಮುತ್ತಿನಲೆ ಕಾಣುವುದು ನಿನ್ನೊಲುಮೆ,
ಒಳಗುಡಿಯ ಮೂರ್ತಿಮಹಿಮೆ. ನಿನ್ನೊಳಿದೆ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸು.

BPO FAMILY

ಬಡಿಸೆಂದರು, ಅಡುಗೆಯಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.
ಹೊರಡೆಂದರು, ರೆಡಿಯಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.
ಮಲಗೆಂದರು, ಹಾಸಿಗೆಯಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.
ಏಳೆಂದರು, ಮಗ್ಗುಲಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.
ಸ್ನಾನವೆಂದರು ಸೋಪಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.
ಮಕ್ಕಳೆಂದರು, ಮಧುವೆಯಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.

ಬೆಳಕು ಇದ್ದದ್ದೆಲ್ಲಿ?

ದೀಪ ಹೊತ್ತಿಸುವ ಮುನ್ನ, ಬೆಳಕು ಇದ್ದದ್ದೆಲ್ಲಿ?
ಗೀರಿದ ಕಡ್ಡಿಯಲ್ಲೋ?
ನೆನೆದ ಬತ್ತಿಯಲ್ಲೋ?
ಹೊತ್ತಿಸಿದ ಕೈಗಳಲ್ಲೋ?
ಹೊಳೆದ ಕಂಗಳಲ್ಲೋ?
ಓಡಿದ ಕತ್ತಲೆಯಲ್ಲೋ?
ಕಂಡವರಾರು, ಕಂಡಿದ್ದರೆ ಕಡ್ಡಿ ಗೀರುವರಾರು?

ಮೋಡ ಕವಿದ ಸಂಜೆ ಮತ್ತು ತುಸ್ಸೆ ನೈನಾ ಲಾಗೆ ಪಿಯಾ ಸಾವರೇ...

ತುಸ್ಸೆ ನೈನಾ ಲಾಗೆ ಪಿಯಾ ಸಾವರೇ...
ಯೋ ಹೀ ಬಸ್ ಮೇ ಅಬ್ ಎ ಜಿಯಾ ಸಾವರೇ...
ಮೋಹಬ್ಬತ್ ತೋ ಎಕ ಜಾವೇದಾರ್ ಜಿಂದಗೀ ಹೈ.
ತುಸ್ಸೆ ನೈನಾ ಲಾಗೆ ಮಿಲೆ ರೋಶನೀ, ತುಸ್ಸೆ ಮನ್ ಜೋ ಲಾಗಾ ಮಿಲೀ ಜಿಂದಗೀ...

ಮಳೆ ಮತ್ತು ಸಂಜೆ two most admirable things for me. Take a chance, while nobody at home, make your self a cup of tea n sit beside window let your favorite song play along. And start recalling your past, the first girl/boy, at whom you said 'wow', the first movie you watched in theater, the first time you cried alone, the first shirt you bought with your own money, the love you always missed...

I have a damn good story of my own which i always recall. It was a girl, to whom I uttered 'wow' (to many other also though). It was 2007 in Boston airport on my way back to Bangalore. I was much exited about my new SLR camera which i bought after so many rounds dilemma. I was taking pictures or planes through glass, and I saw her after few benches. I was really fainted to see such a beautiful girl. She was short, bit chubby, wearing pinks and tied half of her hairs. By then I was bit lean, dark and not so good looking .(even now also). ಮನ್ಸು ಉಯ್ಯಾಲೆಯಾಗಿ ತೇಲ್ತು ಅಂತಾರಲ್ಲಾ ಹಾಗಾಯ್ತು ನಂಗೆ. ಆಕಿ ಖರೇನ ಅಷ್ಟ ಛಂದ ಇದ್ಲು. ಹುಡುಗ್ರ ಬುದ್ದಿ ಗೊತ್ತಲ್ಲ, ಹಂಗ ಶುರು ಆಯ್ತು I just cudnt stop looking at her and she didn't even noticed me that I am noticing her. I watched her so many times and each time i felt like am watching her for first time.

And, we got boarding call, i joined a line. after few minutes I again searched for her AILA! she was behind me in same line! I watched her so close and wo wo wo no words to describe how i felt. The miracle was she also watched me! no talks, no smiles, just looks ಅಷ್ಟೆ, ಅಮೇಲೆ we got into plane and i lost her. I had a hope that she may take a seat somewhr near me, but she didnt. Although I used washroom through different routes for couple of times to just to make sure i can find her seat. I thought I lost her and ಮುಚ್ಕೊಂಡು ಕೂತೆ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಕತೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಮುಗಿಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಬೋಸ್ಟನ್ ನಿಂದ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ಸೀದಾ ಇಮಾನ ಇದ್ದಿಲ್ಲ, ಪ್ಯಾರೀಸಲ್ಲಿ ಛೇಂಜ್ ಮಾದ್ಬೆಕಿತ್ತು. ಪ್ಯಾರೀಸಲ್ಲಿ ಏನಾತು ಅಂತ ಮತ್ತೆ ಬರೀತಿನಿ...

The hunt is sweeter than the kill

Common think, I want you to reach back into your minds and tell me, 'whats is that you fantasize about?' world peace? Do you fantasize about international fame? Do you fantasize about winning a Pulitzer Prize? Or a Nobel Price? An MTV Music Award? Do you fantasize about meeting some genius hunk, ostensibly bad but secretly simmering with noble passion and willing to sleep on wet spot?

Fantasies have to be unrealistic because the moment... the second... that you get what you seek, you don't, want it anymore. In order to continue to exist, desire must have its objects perceptually absent. It's not the 'it' that you want, its the passion of 'it'. So, desire supports crazy fantasies, this is what I mean, when I say that, we are only truly happy when day dreaming about future happiness. Or I say hunt is sweeter than the kill. Be careful what you wish for, not because you will get it but because you're doomed not to want it once you do.

So my lesson is, living by our wants will never make us happy. What it means to be fully human is to strive to live by ideas and ideals and not to measure our life by what we are attained in terms of our desires but those, small moments or integrity, compassion, rationality, even self scarifies. Because in the end, the only way that we can measure the significance of our lives is by valuing the lives of others.

ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಸದಾ ಯುದ್ಧಮಾಡುವ ತರಾತುರಿಯಲ್ಲಿರಬೇಕು. ಹೆಚ್ಚೆಂದರೆ ಯುದ್ಧಮಾಡಬೇಕು ಆದರೆ ಏನನ್ನೂ ಗೆಲ್ಲಬಾರದು. ಗೆದಿಯಬೇಕೆಂಬ ಹಂಬಲದ ಮುಂದೆ ಗೆದ್ದೆನೆಂಬ ಜಯ ಏನೂ ಅಲ್ಲ.

Creativity NOT equals art

I have recently spoken to a friend of mine about the working processes and at one point he said to me:

"We let creative guys do the design work"

"What do you mean by that?" - I asked.

"Well, you know, web designers and other.. creative people"

"You think the only creative people in your company are designers? Don't you think that developers can also be creative?"

"Well, yes for the first question and no for the second one"

"Uh, you're so wrong, man"

Creativity NOT equals art

Creativity is fueled by the process of either conscious or unconscious insight. An alternative conception of creativeness is that it is simply the act of making something new."

So, creativity is not reserved for web designers (and artists, or art, in general). Anyone can be creative. It can be seen outside the design or art. Take cooking for example. Can cook be creative? Could food be prepared or arranged on a plate in a creative way? Yes, I think!

Anyone can be creative

I would rather say that creativity is a state of mind, or simply - a mood. That means that anyone can feel creative sometimes and do something creative. Some of us could be more often in such a mood and some ocould be just a few times. Noone is creative all the time.

So, back to my conversation with a friend - anyone can be creative: designers, managers, cooks, developers, you name it. Can code be written in a creative way? Just because there are rules, patterns and syntaxes that doesn't means that problem can't be resolved in a creative way. So yes, developers also can be creative!!!

Just to remind remind - creative people are not scientists. They never sit in dark laboratories with all un accessible equipments. They are among us, the only difference is 'they loot at things in different way'. My two basic lessons for being creative are,

1. Look at the things in different ways
2. Follow the 1st rule each time.

We all travel in bus, drink coffee every hours in office, wait for bus in stops, carry shopping bag... etc etc. Start thinking bit 'hatke' and u got it.

nursery rhymes ....

ನನ್ನ ಪಾಟಿ ಕರಿಯದು, ಸುತ್ತು ಕಟ್ಟು ಬಿಳಿಯದು.
ಬಹಳ ಚಂದ ಿರುವುದು, ಬರೆಯಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಬರುವುದು.
ಅಪ್ಪ ದುಡ್ಡು ಕೊಟ್ಟನು, ಪೇಣೆಯನ್ನು ತಂದೆನು.
ಅಆಇಈ ಬರೆದೆನು, ಅಮ್ಮನ ಮುಂದೆ ಹಿಡಿದೆನು.
ಅಮ್ಮ ಹಿಗ್ಗು ಆದಳು, ತಿಂಡಿಯನ್ನು ಕೊಟ್ಟಳು.
ಗಪಾ ಗಪಾ ತಿಂದೆನು, ಥಕಾ ಥಕಾ ಕುಣಿದೆನು.
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ಒಂದು ಕಾಡಿನ ಮಧ್ಯದೊಳಗೆ
ಎರಡು ಗಿಡಗಳ ನಡುವೆ ಮಲಗಿ
ಮೂರು ಕರಡಿಗಳಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು
ನಾಲ್ಕು ಮರಿಗಳ ಸೇರಿಸಿ
ಐದು ಜನರು ಬೇಟೆಗಾರರು
ಆರು ಬಲೆಗಳ ಎಳೆದು ತಂದು
ಏಳು ಕರಡಿಗಳ ಹಿಡಿದು ನೋಡದೆ
ಎಂಟು ಹಿಡಿದೆವು ಎಂದರು
ಒಂಭತ್ತೆಂದನು ಅದರಲೊಬ್ಬ
ಹತ್ತು ಎಂದನು ಬೇರೆಯವನು
ಇಲ್ಲೀಗೀಕತೆ ಮುಗಿಯಿತು
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ಅತ್ತಿಕಟ್ಟಿ ಬತ್ತಿಕಟ್ಟಿ
ಬಾನೂರ್ ಬಸ್ನೂರ್
ಕೈ ಕೈ ಜೋಡ್ ಕೈ
ಪಂಚಂ ಪಗಡಂ
ತಿಪ್ಪಿ ಮ್ಯಾಲ ಕೋಳಿ
ಜಗತ್ತೆ ಬೋಳಿ

forgotten childhood games...

I donno hw many of us remember these small games, those kept us happy through out child life. for us, fortunately there were no video, computer games, we spent happy days while playing these. Most of these are played in n around Dharwad. Please add if u rem any such games. am writing them in kannada, as i donno the E version!

ಗೋಲಿ (glass balls)
-ಸರಿ ಬೆಸ (gambling with glass balls)
-ಕುಕ್ಕಿ
-ಪಟ್ಟಾ
-ಹತ್ತಿಪ್ಪತ್ತು
-ಪೀಕ ಗೋಲಿ (ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಗಂಡು)

ಒಡ್ಡೊಡ್ಡಿ
-ಹುಣ್ಸೆ ಬೀಜ
-ಹಳ್ಳೊಂಡ್ ಬೀಜ

other games
ಸರಿಗೆರಿ
ಚಿನ್ನಿಕೋಲು
ಬಗರಿ
ಬೀಸ್ಗೋಲು
ಮರ್ ಮಂಗ್ಯನ ಆಟ (ಮರಕೋತಿ)
ಲಗೋರಿ (ತೆಂಗಿನ ಕಾಯಿ ಚಿಪ್ಪಿನಿಂದ)
ಬಳಿಚಿಕ್ಕಿ (broaken pieces of glass bangles)
ಉಪ್ಪವಾ ಉಪ್ಪು (played between poles in temple, a salt seller shuold aquire a pole!)
ಗೌಡ್ರ ಗೌಡ್ರ ಕುಂಬಳಕಾಯಿ
ರತ್ತೊ ರತ್ತೋ
ಅಡಿಗಿ ಆಟ (most played, making a temp family, cooking with mud vescels using leaves.)
ಮುಟ್ಟಾಟ
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Some more from told by Sajid Ali
-ಚೀಟಿ ಆಟ
-ಲಡ್ಡು ಲಡ್ಡು ತಿಮ್ಮಯ್ಯ
-ದುಬ್ಬಾಲಂಡಾ
-ಹಲ್ಪಿ
-ಕುಂಟಾ ಪಿಲ್ಲಿ
-ಚಕ್ಕಾ ವಿಚ್ಚಿ

ಗಾಂಧಿಜೀ...

ನಾನು ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಎದ್ದು ಬಾಪೂಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದೆ.
'ಬಾಪೂ ನಿನ್ನೆ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಕನಸ ಕಂಡೆ, ಕನಸು ಕಾಣುವುದು ತಪ್ಪಾ'?
ಇಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ ಎಂದರು ಬಾಪೂ.

ಒಂದು ಬಯಲು, ಸುತ್ತ ಹಸಿರು
ಮಧ್ಯದಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಪುಟ್ಟ ಮನೆ, ಅದು ನಂದೆ
ಒಂದು ಸರಳ ಮಧುವೆ
ಸುಂದರ ಹೆಂಡತಿ, ಅವಳು ನನ್ನವಳೆ
ಚಂದದ ಮಗು, ಅದೂ ನಂದೆ

ಮಗ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದಾನಲ್ಲ,
ಅವನಿಗಂತ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕಾಸು, ಜಮೀನು
ಜಮೀನಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಆಳು, ಕಾಳು
ಅವರಿಗೊಂದಿಷ್ಟು ನೆಲೆ, ಬೆಲೆ

ಮತ್ತೆ ಬಾಪೂಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದೆ.
'ಬಾಪೂ ನಿನ್ನೆ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಕನಸ ಕಂಡೆ, ಕನಸು ಕಾಣುವುದು ತಪ್ಪಾ'?
ಇಲ್ಲ, ಇಲ್ಲ ಕನಸು ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ದುಬಾರಿಯಾಯ್ತು, ನನ್ನ ಉಪವಾಸದ ಹಾಗೆ.
ನಾಳೆ ಕನಸನ್ನು ಮುಂದುವರೆಸಬೇಡ ಎಂದರು ಬಾಪು!

ಶಿವನ ಫ್ಯಾಮಿಲಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ...

(ಸ್ಸೀನ್ ಒಂದು: ಗಣಪನ ಶೃಷ್ಟಿ)
-ಪಾರ್ವತಿ ಬರೀ ಬೆವರಿಂದ ಗಣಪನ್ನ ಮಾಡಿದ್ಲು, ಛೀ ಅಷ್ಟಂದು ಗಲೀಜಾ?
-ಶಿವನ ಮನೆ ಬಾತ್ ರೂಂ ಗೆ ಕದ ಯಾಕಿದ್ದಿಲ್ಲ?
-ಗಣಪನ್ನ ಹುಟ್ಸೊ ಮುಂಚೆ, ಬಾತ್ ರೂಂ ಬಾಗ್ಲು ಯಾರ್ ಕಾಯ್ತಿದ್ರೋ?

(ಸ್ಸೀನ್ ಎರಡು: ಶಿವ ಆಫೀಸಿಂದ ಬಂದು, ಗಣಪನ ರುಂಡ ಚಂಡಾಡಿದ)
-ಮೂರ್ ಲೋಕದ್ದು ಪುರಾಣಾ ಕಾಣೋ ಶಕ್ತಿಯಿದ್ದೋನಿಗೆ, ಗಣಪ instant born ಮಗ ಅನ್ನೋದು ಗೊತ್ತಾಗ್ಲಿಲ್ವಾ?
-ಹಿಂದೆ ಮುಂದೆ ನೋಡ್ದೆನೇ ರುಂಡಾ ಹಾರ್ಸೆಬಿಡೋದಾ?
-ತ್ರೀಷೂಲದಿಂದ ರುಂಡ ಹಾರ್ಸೋದಾ? ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕಷ್ಟ

(ಸ್ಸೀನ್ ಮೂರು: ಪಾವ್ರತಿ ಹೊರ್ಗಡೆ ಬಂದು ನೋಡ್ತಾಳೆ)
-ಅಷ್ಟೆಲ್ಲಾ ರಂಪಾಟ ಮಾಡೋಕ್ಕಿಂತಾ, ಮುಂದಿನ ವಾರ ಮತ್ತೆ ಬೆವರಿಂದ ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬ ಗಣಪನ್ನ ಮಾಡಿದ್ರಾಗ್ತಿತ್ತೇನೋ?
-ಶಿವ ಪರಮ ಶಿವ, ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲೇ ಬಿದ್ದಿದ್ ಋಂಡಾ ತಗೊಂಡು ಅಂಟ್ಸಿದ್ರ ಎಲ್ಲ ಸರಿಯಾಗ್ತಿತ್ತು
-ಪಾಪ ಮಲ್ಗಿರೋ ಆನೆ ಯಾಕೆ ಕೊಂದು ತರ್ಬೇಕಿತ್ತು? POTA ಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗಿದ್ರೆ...

(ನಂಗೆ ಅನ್ಸಿದ್ದನ್ನ ಬರ್ದಿದಿನಿ ಸ್ವಾಮಿ, no hard corners)

ಅನ್ಸಿದ್ದು ಅದ್ನೆ ಬರ್ದಿದ್ದು...

ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಸದಾ ಯುದ್ಧ ಮಾಡುವ ತರಾತುರಿಯಲ್ಲಿರಬೇಕು, ಹೆಚ್ಚೆಂದರೆ ಯುದ್ಧ ಮಾಡಬೇಕು, ಆದರೆ ಏನನ್ನೂ ಗೆಲ್ಲಬಾರದು. ಗೆದಿಯಬೇಕೆಂಬ ಕಾತುರತೆಯ ಮುಂದೆ ಜಯ ಏನೂ ಅಲ್ಲ.
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ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೆ?
ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ
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ಭ್ರೂಣ (womb)
ಬಾಡಿಗೆ ಮನೆಯೋ?
ಸ್ವಂತದ್ದೋ?
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(ಹಳೆ ಹಾಡು, ನಮ್ಮಜ್ಜಿ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದು)
ಚಂದಪ್ಪ ಚಂದಪ್ಪ ಚಲುವ
ಬಂಡಿ ಏರ್ಕೊಂಡ ಬರುವ
ಬಂಡಿ ಹೊಡಿಯೋ ಜಾಣ
ಜಾಣನ್ ಮುಕಳಾಗ ಮ್ಯಾಣ
ಮ್ಯಾಣ ತಗಿಯೋ ಮಲ್ಲಿ
ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಲಾಗ ಪಿಲ್ಲಿ
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ಹಗಲು
ನಿನ್ನ ಕನಸುಗಳ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ಸಿಗುವ
ಇಂಟೆರವೆಲ್
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ಗಂಟೆ
ದೇವರ ಅಲಾರಾಂ
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ಮೇಪ ಸಾವಿಗನ
ದಾರಿ ಹೋಹುಳದಾಗ
ಎನ್ನ ಬಳಿಗಾರು
ಸುವಾ ನುಡಿವನು
ಇಳಯ ಮರೆಗೆ
ಸರಿ ತುಂಬಿದ
ಓ...
ಓ...
ಓಲೆಗಾರ
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ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ರಾತ್ರಿಯ ಪದ್ಯ.

ತುಂಬ ಹಿಂದೆ ಬರ್ದಿರೋ ಪದ್ಯಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಹಾಗೆ ಇದೆ, ಇದೂ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಮೊದ್ಲಿನ್ ಥರಾನೇ ಇದೆ ಆದ್ರೂ ಓದಿ. ನಮ್ ಧಾರವಾಡ್ ಕಡೆ ಮಂದಿ, ಅಂದ್ರ ಶುದ್ಧ ಕನ್ನಡ ಬರೋ ಜನಕ್ಕ ಭಾಳ ಛೋಲೊ ತಿಳೀತೇತಿ. ಒಂದೋದ್ ಶಬ್ದಾನೂ analyze ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಂಡ ಓದ್ರಿ.

ಹೊತ್ತು ಮುಳುಗಿ ಕತ್ತಲಾಗುತ್ತಿಂದತೆಯೇ
ಹೊತ್ತಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತವೆ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ವಿರಹದ ಹಾಡುಗಳು.
ರಾತ್ರಿಯೆಲ್ಲ ಮನವೆಂಬುದು ಸೂತಕದ ಮನೆಯಾಗಿ
ಕಾಯುತ್ತಿರುತ್ತದೆ ಎಂದೂ ಸಾಯದ ಸಾವಿಗಾಗಿ.

ಎಂದೋ ಸಾಯಬೇಕಿದ್ದ ವಿರಹ ಇಂದೂ ಬದುಕಿದೆ
ಬಹು ಹಿಂದೆ ನೀಡಿದ ಹನಿ ಪ್ರೇಮದ ಸಂಜಿವಿನಿಯಿಂದಾಗಿ.
ಈ ಕಗ್ಗದ ಸುಗ್ಗಿಯಲಿ ಕೈಗೆಟುಕದ ಫಸಲು ರಾಶಿ-ರಾಶಿ
ಒಂದೆ ರಾತ್ರಿಯಲಿ ಬಿತ್ತಿ, ಬೆಳೆದು, ಉಂಡು
ಉಳಿದಿದ್ದಲ್ಲವನೂ ನಾಳೆಗಾಗಿರಿಸಿದ್ದೇವೆಂಬುದು ಬರಿ ನೂವು.

ಕಸುವು ಬೇಕಿಲ್ಲ, ಬೇಸಾಯಬೇಕಿಲ್ಲ, ಕಸ ಕೀಳಬೇಕಿಲ್ಲ
ನೀರುಣಿಸಿ, ಹಕ್ಕಿಕಾಯ್ದು, ಕೊಯ್ಲು ಮಾಡಬೇಕಿಲ್ಲ,
ಅವಳು ಬರಿ ಬಿತ್ತಿದರೆ ಸಾಕು ಎತ್ತೆತ್ತಲೂ ವಿರಹದ ತೆನೆ.

ಒಂದು ರಾತ್ರಿ, ಒಂದು ಪದ್ಯ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಮಧ್ಯ
ಯಾಕೆ ಕಾಯಬೇಕಿದೆ ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿಗಾಗಿ?
ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಅವಳು ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಪ್ರೇಮವೇ ಕೊನೆ
ಮಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದೆಲ್ಲವೂ ಬರೀ ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿಗಳು.

ನಾನೂ ಮತ್ತು ರಾತ್ರಿಯೂ...

ಸುಮಾರು ರಾತ್ರಿಗಳನ್ನ ಮಲ್ಕೊಳ್ದೆ ಕಳೆಯೋದು ಅಂದ್ರೆ ನಂಗೊಂಥರಾ ಚಟ! ಮತ್ತೆ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಎದ್ದು ಹೊಸ ದಿನ ಶುರು ಮಾಡೋದು. ಹಂಗೆ ಒಂದ್ ರಾತ್ರಿ, ರಾತ್ರಿನೂ ರಾತ್ರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಎಚ್ಚರವಾಗಿದೆಯಾ ಅನ್ನೋ ವಿಚಾರ ಬಂತು, ಅದ್ನೆ ಒಂದ್ ಪದ್ಯ ಅಂತ ಬರೆದೆ, time ಇದ್ರೆ ಓದಿ.

ಈ ರಾತ್ರಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನೂ ರಾತ್ರಿಯೂ ದಿವ್ಯ ಮೌನ ಮರೆತು,
ಒಬ್ಬರನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರು ನೋಡುತ್ತೇವೆ.
ನಾನೂ ಮಾತಾಡೊಲ್ಲ, ರಾತ್ರಿಯೂ ಮೂಗಿ
ಆದರೂ ಕಳೆಯುತ್ತೇವೆ ಒಂದಾಗಿ.

ಒಂದು ರಾತ್ರಿ, ನಾನು ರಾತ್ರಿಗೆ ಕೇಳಿದೆ
ಎಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರಿಯತಮ? ರಾತ್ರಿ ಹೇಳಿದಳು,
ನಾನು ಒಬ್ಬಂಟಿ ವಿಧವೆ,
ನಿನ್ನೆ ಸಂಜೆಯಷ್ಟೇ ನನ್ನ ಹಗಲುರಾಯ ತೀರಿಹೋದ.
ನಾನು ಕೇಳಿದೆ, ಆದರೂ ಯಾರಿಗಾಗಿ ಬದುಕಿರುವೆ?
ರಾತ್ರಿ ಹೇಳಿತು, ಯಾರಿಗಾಗಿ ಬದುಕದಿರುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ನನಗೆ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಎನ್ನುವರು,
ನಿಮ್ಮವರಾರೋ ಸತ್ತರೆ ನನಗೆ ಹೋಲಿಸುತ್ತೀರಿ
ನಾನು ಸತ್ತರೆ ಬೆಳಗಾಯಿತೆಂದು ಸಂಭ್ರಮಿಸುತ್ತೀರಿ.

ನಾನು ಮೂಕನಾದೆ, ಮತ್ತೇ ರಾತ್ರಿಯೇ ಕೇಳಿದಳು,
ನಾನು ಸಾಯುವುದರೊಳಗಾಗಿ ನೋಡಬೇಕಿದೆ ಹಗಲನ್ನ ತೋರಿಸುವೆಯಾ?
ನಾನು ಬರಿದೇ ನಕ್ಕೆ,
ನಾನು ಬೆಳಗನ್ನು ನೋಡೇನೇ?