Tuesday, October 9, 2007

ನಿನ್ನ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ...

ನೀನಂದು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋದ ನನ್ನ ಕೈಗಳಲ್ಲಿನ್ನೂ
ನಿನ್ನ ಬಿಸುಪು, ಸ್ಣಿಗ್ಧತೆ, ಮಾರ್ಧವತೆ ಮತ್ತು
ಒಂದಿಸ್ತು ತಂಪು ಇನ್ನೂ ಹಾಗೇ
ಉಳಿದಿದೆ...

ನೀನಂದು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋದ ಹಾದಿಯಲ್ಲಿನ್ನೂ
ಕೆಂಡ ಸಂಪಿಗೆ ಕಂಪು, ಸೂರ್ಯಾಸ್ತದ ಕೆಂಪು
ಹೂ ಮಾರುವ ಮುದುಕಿಯ ಬೊಚ್ಚು ಬಾಯ
ಇಷ್ತಗಲದ ನಗೆ ಇನ್ನೂ ಹಾಗೇ ಉಳಿದಿದೆ...

ನೀನಂದು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋದ ಬೀದಿ ತಿರುವಿನ
ಮಿನಾರಿನ ಗುಂಬಜಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಖಿಲ್ಲನೆ ನಗೆ
ಅಜಾನಿನಂತೆ ರಿಂಗನಿಸುತ್ತಾ
ಇನ್ನೂ ಹಾಗೇ ಉಳಿದಿದೆ...

ನೀನಂದು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋದ ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪುಗಳಿನ್ನೂ
ದೊಡ್ಡ ದನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ರಣಕೇಕೆ ಹಾಕುತ್ತಾ ನನ್ನೆದೆಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಇಣುಕಿ ನೋಡಬಲ್ಲಸ್ತು ದೊಗರು ಮಾಡುತ್ತಾ
ಇನ್ನೂ ಹಾಗೇ ಉಳಿದಿದೆ...

ನಾನಲ್ಲೇ ಉಳಿದಿದ್ದೇನೆ; ಸಂತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅಮ್ಮನ
ಕೈ ಬೆರಳು ತಪ್ಪಿದ ಕಂಗಾಲು ಮಗುವಿನಂತೆ
ಕಣ್ಣಿಗಡರಿದ ಧೂಳು ಒರೆಸಲೂ ಮರೆತಂತೆ
ಹಸಿದ ಬೆವಾರಿಸು ಜೀವ ಹಿಡಿ ಅನ್ನಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾದಂತೆ
ಮತ್ತು ಇನ್ನೂ ಹಾಗೇ.....

Monday, October 8, 2007

ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ

ನೀ ಸೂರ್ಯ
ಸೂರ್ಯಕಾಂತಿ ನಾನು
ನಿನ್ನ ಸುತ್ತ ಪರಿಭ್ರಮಿಸಿ
ತನ್ನದೇ ಪಥ ಅಕ್ಷಗಳನ್ನು
ಸೃಜಿಸಿಕೊಂಡ ಪ್ರುಥೆ - ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ

ನೀ ಚಂದ್ರ
ಕೊಳದ ನೈದಿಲೆ ನಾನು
ಎಲೆಯ ಮೇಲಣ ನೀರ ಹನಿಯನ್ನು
ಮುತ್ತಿನಂತೆ ಸಿಂಗರಿಸುವ
ಪ್ರತಿಫಲಿಸುವ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ - ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ

ನೀ ಕಡಲ ತಡಿ
ನಿನ್ನ ತಾಕುವ ಬೆಲ್ನೊರೆ ಅಲೆ ನಾನು
ಬೊಬ್ಬಿರಿದು ಅಬ್ಬರಿಸಿ ಉಬ್ಬಿ
ಕೆನೆದು ತೊನೆದು, ಬಂದು ಸಿಡಿದು
ನಿನ್ನ ಭೇಟಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಶಾಂತ - ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ

ನೀ ತಾಯಿ
ಬೊಚ್ಚು ಬಾಯ ಮಗು ನಾನು
ಅತ್ತು ಕರೆದು ರಚ್ಚೆ ಹಿಡಿದು
ಚಂಡಿ ಮಾಡಿ; ಅಂಡಾಗುಂಡಿ
ನಿನ್ನಪ್ಪುಗೆಯ ಹಪಹಪಿ - ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ

ನೀ ಕವಿ
ನಿನ್ನ ಕವಿತೆ ನಾನು
ಬರೆದು ಹರಿದು ಮತ್ತೆ
ಮತ್ತೆ ತೇಪೆ ಹಚ್ಛಿ ಹೊಲಿದ
ರೂಪಕಗಳ ನಡುವೆ ಮರೆತ - ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ

ನೀ ಪ್ರಾಪ್ತಿ
ಪ್ರತೀಕ್ಷೆಯ ಹಣತೆ ನಾನು
ನಿನಗೆಂದೇ ತೊಳಲಾಡಿ, ಒಳಗೇ ಮಿಡುಕಾಡಿ
ಭ್ರೂಣವಾಗಿ, ಮಗುವಾಗಿ, ಮುಗ್ಧವಾಗಿ, ಸ್ಣಿಗ್ಧವಾಗಿ
ಕೊನೆಗೆ ನಿನ್ನಿಂದಲೇ ದಗ್ಧ - ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ

Monday, September 24, 2007

ದೂರ ತೀರ ಯಾನ

ಅವಳು ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯಿತ್ತು ಮೇಲೆತ್ತಿದಲ್ಲಿ ಉಂಟಾಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ತಗ್ಗಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬುರುಗು ನೀರು ಮತ್ತೆ ತುಂಬಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದನ್ನು ಗಮನಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದವನು ಇದ್ದಕ್ಕಿದ್ದಂತೆ " ಅರೆರೆ, ಇವಳ ಪಾದಗಳನ್ನು ಗಮನಿಸಿರಲೇ ಇಲ್ವಲ್ಲ !" ಎಂಬ ಉದ್ಗಾರದೊಂದಿಗೆ ಉಪ್ಪು ನೀರು ತೊಳೆದ ಬೆಳ್ಲನೆಯ ಪಾದಗಳನ್ನು ದಿಟ್ತಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಅವಳ ಮಗ್ಗುಲಲ್ಲೇ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಗೆ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಬೆರೆಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದ.

ಅವಳ ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮೋಡ ಕಡಿದು ಕುಂಭದ್ರೋಣದಂತೆ ಓತಾಪ್ರೋತವಾಗಿ, ವರ್ಷಾತರಗಳಿಂದ ತಡೆ ಹಿಡಿದಿದ್ದ ಒಡ್ದು ಒಡೆದಂತೆ ಧಾರಾಕಾರ ಸುರಿದು ಅವನ್ನನ್ನು ತೋಯಿಸಿ ತೆಪ್ಪಂಡಿ ಮಾಡಿ ಹಾಕಿತ್ತು. ಈಗ ಅವಕ್ಕೂ ರಭಸ ಕಡಿಮೆಯಾಗಿ ಒಂದು ಗತಿ, ಲಯ, ಓಘ ಪ್ರಾಪ್ತವಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಸಕ್ಕರೆಯ ಮರಳು, ತುಟಿಯಂಚಿಗೆ ನಗೆ ಮುಗುಳು... ಅಕ್ಕರೆಯ ಗೆಳತಿ ನಕ್ಕರದೆ ಭಾಗ್ಯ, ಎಂಬಂತೆ ಅವಳನ್ನೇ ದಿಟ್ತಿಸುತ್ತಾ, ಅವಳು ಮಾತಾಡಿ ಆಡಿ ಹಗುರಾಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಪರಿಯನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟಗಣ್ಣು ಬಿಟ್ಟಂತೆ ನೋಡ್ತಾ ನೋಡ್ತಾ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದವನಿಗೆ ಗಾಳಿಯಲ್ಲೇ ತೇಲುತ್ತಿರುವಂತೆ ಮೈಯೆಲ್ಲ ಹಿಂಜಿ ಹಾಕಿದ ಹತ್ತಿ.

ಅಷ್ಟು ಚಂದಗೆ ನಗುವ ಜೊತೆಗಾತಿ, ನಡೆಗೊಂದು ಮುದ; ಕಡಲ ಹವೆಯಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಮದ, ಆಬ್ಬಬ್ಬ, ಏನಿತ್ತು, ಏನಿಲ್ಲ ಆ ಕ್ಷಣಗಳಲ್ಲಿ, ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ಮಸ್ತಿಯನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಬಸಿದು ತಂದು, ಪರಮ ಸ್ವಾರ್ಥಿಗಳಂತೆ , ಜಿದ್ಡಿಗೆ ಬಿದ್ದ ಮಕ್ಕಳಂತೆ, ಐನ್‌ಸ್ಟೈನ್ ಥಿಯರಿಯಂತೆ, ಪರಸ್ಪರ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಹೊರಟಂತೆ ಕಾಣಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು. ಇಬ್ಬರ ಬೆಸೆದ ಕೈಗಳಲ್ಲಿದ್ದ ಬಿಸುಪಿಗೆ ತಮ್ಮೂರು, ಹೇಳಿಬಂದ ಹಲವು ಸುಳ್ಳುಗಳು, ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿ ಬಂದಿದ್ದ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳ ಜಾತ್ರೆ - ಇವೆಲ್ಲವನ್ನು ಮರೆಸುವ ಮಾಂತ್ರಿಕ ಶಕ್ತಿಯಿತ್ತು. ಕಡಲ ತಡಿಗೆ ಬಂದು ಕೂತು, ತಡಿಗೆ ಬಡಿವ ಅಲೆಗಳ ಮೋಹಕತೆಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಅವಳೂ, ಅದರ ನಿರರ್ಥಕತೆಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಅವನೂ ಚರ್ಚಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಕೂತಿದ್ದು, ಚರ್ಚೆಗೆ ಕಾವೇರುವ ಮುನ್ನವೇ ನಿಜವಾಗಿ ಕಾವೇರಿದ್ದ ಮರಳಿನಿಂದ ಮೇಲೆದ್ದು ನಡೆಯಲು ಶುರುವಿಟ್ಟಾಗ ಹೀಗೊಂದು "ದೂರ ತೀರ ಯಾನ" ಶುರುವಾಗಿತ್ತು.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Teachers appreciation day

Last Wednesday was Teacher's day. I had called my teachers to wish them who are all available in my reach. It is an occasion when a token or appreciation in the form of presents is given to teachers by students to show their love and respect. Once we are out from the school or college, we will stop celebrating the occasion. How many of us are still in touch with our old teachers?

Teachers are responsible for a making a student's life bright. And I have been getting their guidance and support so far. Ever since I joined my preschool, I had a favorite teacher through out my student life. My father was in police department, he used to get transferred to different places frequently. The transfer used to happen so quickly that once we unpack everything, get familiar with the neighbors and make new friends, again transfer. Finally we settled down in Sagar when I joined High school. Till then I have studied in different schools, hence I’m rich in having lot of friends and blessed by number of teachers.

Whatever we learn in school will be the foundation for our lifetime, either professional or personal. That way, I have learnt a lot from my teachers. I must mention one of my teachers in high school – M.S.Rangappa, shortly called as RMS. He was my class teacher and social studies as well. Whatever I learnt from him is still valuable for me and I'm proud to say that I'm upto his expectations. He is the person who made us aware of patriotism. We were so much influenced by his moral classes, I'm not able to cross the line that he had drawn for us. I remember him first on the teachers day.

I do have respect towards all my teachers, but they became my friends when we entered college. Now I should mention Suma Mam for that matter. I used to run to Suma Mam whenever I had problems. She was not only our teacher, but an elder sister, friend, guide and everything.

I never forget to wish them on teachers appreciation day as they have delighted our lives sharing their experiences and knowledge. I believe, whatever I’m now is because of them. They gave me a proper foundation from the beginning so that I can build my life and career as strong as possible. As the saint Shishunala Shariff says – "Guruvina gulamanaguva thanaka, doreyadanna mukuthi" (As long as u don't become a slave of ur teacher, u'll not get enlightened.)

On this occasion, remembering all my teachers, I would like to dedicate these lines for them.

Teachers
Paint their minds
And guide their thoughts
Share their achievements
and advise their faults

For our future brightens
With each lesson you teach
Each smile you lengthen
Each goal you help reach

For the dawn of each poet
Each philosopher and king
Begins with a Teacher
And the wisdom they bring.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The Raga of Rain

In Carnatic music Amruthavarshini is the raga that is supposed to get the rain. The raga Malhar is a powerful legendary in Hindustani classical music which is equivalent to Amruthavarshini. Even in Puranas, its written that in Thretayug, when Ravana set fire to Hanuman's tail, he set fire to entire Lanka. Then Ravana played the Amruthavarshini raga on his Veena and brought forth rain.

According to the legends, raga Malhar is so powerful that, when sung, it rains. The raga has lost its "swaroop" among the ages because there was no one who could remember its complicated rhythms and beats. Many great artists of Medieval period and much earlier period used to sing this raga.

There are lots of miracles that have taken place and are still taking place by singing and chanting krithis of Sri Muthuswamy Dikshitar. He attained mastery over the Veena, and the influence of Veena playing is evident in his compositions.

Sri Muthuswamy Dikshitar got the wonderful flow of music by the grace of Lord "Kumaraswamy" who put "Kalakanda" in his mouth. Soon he began to sing in praise of the Lord in a unique style by singing a kriti "Anandamritha Varshini" in raga Amruthavarshini", he caused the thunderous clouds to gather over the sky and rain profusely when there were no rains in that region for one year and the people yearned for water.

Once he was passing through the village Ettayapuram in thirunelveli District, there was an acute drought. Since he was well known for his powers, people in the village requested him to get rains in. At their request he sang the same kriti in Amruthavarshini raga. When he sang the line "varshaya varshaya varshaya" it started raining heavily flooding the village and he had to sing the same song with the slight modification. Instead of "varshaya varshaya varshaya", he used "sthambaya sthambaya" to stop the rains.

There are many written accounts of the raga. Meera Bai, the devotee of Lord Krishna is among noble singers those who were capable of having down the rains by various kinds of raga Malhar. She has composed between 200 to 1300 prayerful songs (bhajans), and most passionately praised Lord Krishna.

It is also true that certain ragas cause certain reactions, such as Deepak raga. Infact someone went to the extent of saying that singing this raga could cause a burning sensation and that is why there are no songs that are taught in this raga.

However, raga Amruthavarshini or raga Malhar better not sing in the monsoon season as the rain is already causing damages across the world.

Monday, September 10, 2007

ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪು...

ದುಡಿದು ದಣಿದ ನೊಸಲ ಮೇಲೆ
ಬೆವರ ಮುತ್ತಿನ ಹನಿಸಾಲು
ಅದಕೆ ಮೆಲುವಾಗಿ ಮುತ್ತಿತ್ತ ತಂಗಾಳಿ
ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪು

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ಒಮ್ಮೆ ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪು
ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ನೀನಿಲ್ಲೇ ಇರುವೆ ಎಂಬ ಅನಿಸಿಕೆ
ಬಿಕ್ಕಲಿಕೆ ಬಂದಾಗ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ನೀ ನನ್ನ ನೆನೆದೆಯೇನೋ
ಎಂಬಂತೆ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗಿನ ಭಾವ
ಮರೆತರೂ ಮರೆಯಲಿ ಹ್ಯಾಂಗಾ
ನನ್ನಿಂದ ಕವಿತೆ ಬರೆಸಿದ ಆ ಮೊಗವ !

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Watch your way..!!

Human relationships are hardly easy. You never know what you are destined to get. Time is changing and so are the people around us. I wonder if it is the people who are changing the time or is it time which is changing people and their way of apprehending. At every turn of life, at every step, we take someone or the other is ready to stab us in the back which jolts us out of place. It is like being alone in the crowd.

Every face has a lovely smile, but what lies behind that smile is the question. Sometimes everything and every person seems to be so simple and yet at precesely that moment they become comlplete strangers.

Shakespeare rightly said the world is a stange and every person has a role to play. But who casts these roles? Who frames the charecters? Who draws the lines in relationships? If it is the people themselves, then what makes them go off track? There have never been answers to these questions nor does it look like there is ever going to be an answer.

No matter how close a bond one shares with the other, everyone thinks about his interests first. Sometimes we rightly think it is the deeds of the man which make for his charecter, his humanitarian outlook, his commitment to a relationship, etc.

So see and think, think and apprehend, apprehend and speak. And just learn the magic of words to survive in this world.

Source: Times

Friday, September 7, 2007

Friendship means a lot..

Yesterday it rained. In the evening I was the last one to enter the shuttle and was fully wet. Then we moved after 5 mins, and it was raining till I reach home. It rained like the nature is missing someone and tears busted out. Yes, missing somebody is really painful; it can be your sweetheart, the best pal, parents who stay away, kids or even the pets. Pain of missing friends is not their absence, but its when you think of the good times you have shared and you ask yourself that will those moments ever come again.

Friends play an important role in everybody’s life. Starting from the Play home, till the time we get retired from life. And each one leaves a foot print to remember them till the end. School, college days, last bench chatting, silly fights, under bench munching, those good teachers, naughty love stories, outstood classes, canteen, birthday treats, bunking for movies, those never written postponed tests, last minute preparations all remain fresh in our memories.

I’m always rich having a huge number of friends. We have been sharing knowledge, experience and even the hidden feelings. Some of them are still with me hanging around whenever we get time, some keep touch in mails, calls and some are really invisible. And a very few flew away with the wind without even letting me know the reason. Though they are away, the time I spent with them, knowledge gained being with, will never be lost.

What would I expect from them as a gift ? One of their qualities which I like most.. Though I cannot take each and everybody’s name, I can list very few now.

Karthik: Timely suggestion
Anil: Patience
Pramod: Open heart
Suhas: Intelligence
Sandy: Fun loving
Ritu: Professionalism
Rashmi: Helping nature
Nee: Keeping trust
Mamtha: love for the family
Deepa: Being practical
Mary: Liveliness
Vinu: Leadership
Pammi: Determination
Jai: Skill of writing
Santhu: Understanding
Balu: Friendly smile
Sathya: Involvement
Prashanthi: Comfortable companionship
Praveen: Simplicity
Sagar: Self control
Sushanth: Faith
Arun: Caring
Pramod: Honesty (actually I need all his qualities..!)

And the list goes on….

What happens if I get all these ?? I’m the rich one in the whole world…!!!

Friendship needs no promises, no demands, no expectations. It starts with a smile, increases with understanding and ends only with death.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Here it goes...my first blog..!!

This is my first blog. So from now onwards everything from personal diary to web directly.

Ever since I joined Wipro, my life has become hell because of its working hours. Its really hard to manage professional and personal life during the weekdays. I’ll be waiting for the weekend, so that I can freak out as much as I can..!!

But on the other side, its new role and responsibility, so fair enough to give justice to my dream of having lot of work in hand, always busy with something. I have set up my goals and objectives for the next one year at Wipro, and trying hard to achieve the goal.

What I like most in Wipro…

The green garden and trees around
The specious walk-around corridor
My team mates (all girls..!!)

Buddies from previous company


What I don’t like in Wipro…

Process, process and process, result at the end of a lenthyyyyy process..!!!
Chapatis in the canteen..!!
9 .5 working hours…!!!!