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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ಬಾನೂರ್ ಬಸ್ನೂರ್
ಕೈ ಕೈ ಜೋಡ್ ಕೈ
ಪಂಚಂ ಪಗಡಂ
ತಿಪ್ಪಿ ಮ್ಯಾಲ ಕೋಳಿ
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