New year New Hopes

One more year just passed.
Unbelievable!!!!!!
The time flew much faster than a blink of eye. I am unable to recollect whatever I did in this year because it had been an uneventful year for me in every front.

Hope the New Year brings new hopes, new dreams and a new life full of happiness and joy.
Hope the coming year is going to be an eventful one.
Hope I will not be lazy and will get up early and do some workout everyday.
Hope I read new books and watch some beautiful movies in the forth coming year.
Hope I work better in office taking up new challenges giving it my best. Hope I will spend much time with my loved ones.
Hope I will not spend money unnecessarily.
Hope I will eat healthy food always (If not always at least most of the time :) )
Hope I will spend less money over health issues.
Hope I will finish my swimming classes.
Hope I will learn to drive car which is due from past one year.
Hope I will go to see those places which I am planning from past two years :)
Hope I will live in peace which I m searching from past 20+ years :)

Looking at my above ‘hope list’ I think this is why people say new years brings ‘new hopes’ and ‘new dreams’ :)

There is always chance that the same ‘hope list’ will be there next year with some more new added unfulfilled hopes of this year :)

But ... but I am definitely going to try at least some of the items in this new year. Hope god gives me the strength to do so (one more hope to be added in the list) :)

I wish you all a very happy new year. I hope everybody’s dreams and wishes and ‘hope list’ come true in the year to come :)

May god bless you all

Am I ready to die???

“Death” the most inevitable in life. We see, acknowledge and hear about death in our every day’s life.

Big deal !!! the one who is born has to die one day....

Yeah !!! I know that .. but still when I think about death .. I feel scared???
Not only me but most of the people who think about their death they scared.
Why is that so?? Why we get scared???

Let me think.. What are the circumstances that somebody gets scared???
• When something happens accidentally.
• When a student lacks preparation to face the exam
• When an employee is not met the targets

Etc .. etc. ...

There are thousands of situation one gets scared and the single reason behind it is
“Lack of preparation” in other words “we are not ready to face it”

Then what makes us to think and believe we are ready to face the death, the one which is certain, inevitable but not bound to the time.

Here are some pointers,

• If one lives each and every moment of his/her life as if it’s the last moment of my life, enjoying the each and every bit of it then he/she is prepared for it.
• When one realizes death is not the greatest loss in life but the greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live
• When one musters the courage to live
• When one is happy and content
• When one knows about his/her death, I mean when one accepts it that one day its coming to you.(There is lot of difference between knowing about something and accepting the same)

In one simple sentence,
“Start living, then you are prepared to die”. Always be happy. Do the things which makes you happy... pursue your interests, spread the happiness.

Make your life blissful that you meet your death fearless.

After all these churning in my mind I came to know that I am not yet ready to die but I should get ready.

My Newfound Luv !!!!

I think about you ....
Whenever I am awake ......
When I sit in front of my PC....
You make me weak.....
I could not resist you ....
But having a sneak peek .....
I love you Farmville...
You are on face book ....

Yes in deed !!!

I am not able to resist it and have got caught in the whirlwind of Farmville its my newfound love :-)

Try it once.. u will understand better.....

It happened to me !!!

Usually I don’t ask anything from him except for his love and time.

He laughs and says it is easier to give, if you ask for some material possession than time and love. And our love fights follows.....

One day I was coming back from office. I wanted to buy some groceries, so I went to Gandhi bazaar. I was walking on the street and suddenly saw someone who looked like hubby. I stopped and wanted to take a closer look so I went towards him and yes !!!

Its hubby standing in front of jewellery shop !!!!


I was actually thinking of investing in Gold. I didn’t want to buy gold coins instead I thought I will buy jewellery so that it will be an investment as well as I can wear it :-) I discussed the same with hubby, but he was not very much sure, he just said lets think about it. Then we became very busy with other work.

Beaming with happiness I approached towards hubby.

But some girl came to my hubby and she was showing him something.

She looked very happy. Hubby taking that in his hand kissed her on her cheeks.

When I reached him I heard him saying, “it really looks beautiful on you honey !!!”

I felt as if the whole world had come to a stand still....

His words were echoing in my ears. With tremendous shock and fear I tapped him on his back.

He looked at me and was dumbfounded. The girl was holding his hands looked happier with him. Hubby introduced her to me as his girl friend.

I didn’t know what to do... I always had a doubt. I had seen her msgs in his mobile. But I never asked him. I trusted him a lot. My trust is broken and my heart.

With eyes filled with tears I looked at him, my voice was stuck and I was unable to talk. With lot of difficulty I whispered,


“ I knew it !!!”


I asked him,


“This is the girl who used to send msgs to you?”


Thinking for few seconds he replied,


“Oh !! no... That’s another girl”


He made that statement as if having two three girlfriends after your marriage is very normal and natural.


There was no guilt. No hiding. No confusion. No stammer.


His voice was clear and firm.


This was the most unexpected thing to happen in ones life, and I was so unprepared to face it, tell me who will be expecting such things in their lives???


But it happened and it happened to me.

I could not control my emotions...

I cursed finding myself in such situation...

I cursed myself for going to Gandhi bazaar that day....

I was living happily in the world of lies, than in this truth and uncertainty.

I found myself alone in that crowded place...

I cried ... I cried until my energy was drained......

I could not measure how painful it was...

Is this what they call ‘death’???

I was crying aloud .. I was begging god to give me my husband back...

I loved him so much ....

I trusted him... he is my life ... he is my present and he is my future.....

“God please don’t take him away from me I cannot live without him !!!”

I cried .... My eyes are heavy with tears ....

Hubby is consoling me.

I am unable to see him...

I am forcing myself to see him...

I want to see him and I just want a glimpse....

I want to hug him and tell him, how much I love him...

I want to tell him, how much I need him....

He is so confused...

He is holding me in his arms

He is asking me to stop crying...

He is asking me to open my eyes....

With great efforts I finally opened my eyes with tears rolling over my cheeks.

Bed lamp was on, otherwise it was dark.

I tried to recollect what had happened.


I started to laugh.....


Hubby was much more puzzled. He went on questioning what had happened to me.

Poor guy.. I didn’t know whether to tell him or not.

I definitely knew he would feel bad..

How could I even imagine such things...


Finally I told him about my dream.


Now this was his turn to cry ... “God please save me from this female !!!!”

What's the solution ????

Life isn’t smooth always !!!!!!!

I am telling it as if I invented something newly. Every man discovers this truth one or the other time in his life time.

Even though we discover this truth we find it very hard to accept!!!!!!!!!!!!

Any way life has its own way of making us accepting it, that’s another thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why all of a sudden I am talking like a philosopher???????

The answer is quite simple.... I hit this hard truth once again.
Whenever I reinvent this truth I always try to analyze, understand and to find a solution so that I can run my life smoothly but I hardly found success in doing so.

I know what the root cause for this problem is; it’s our “EXPECTATIONS!!!!!!!!!!”

We expect people around us to be good always, expect them to do the things as we like, expect them to talk only those words which are treat to hear.. We expect people to love us
in the way we imagine we want to be loved, cared, respected and blah blah blah !!!!!!!

All in all we expect a perfect family, perfect job, and perfect world ... and we think once everything is perfect even we will become perfect ....

Oh god plz give me a break

While building nourishing our own expectations and dreams do we care about what others are expecting from us??? What we should give in order to get what we are expecting??? Are we perfect before expecting everything to be perfect????

Okey... I have few more cases to be tested before I leave for the day .................

Fine... before I start my work let me tell you the solution otherwise I cannot continue to work.

I won’t say, don’t expect anything at all rather I would say “be one with the world and accept the imperfection” :)

Hmmm.....

Kuch samajh main aya kya !!!!

Maa Kassam, Mujhe bhi samajh mein nahi aya :)

Kaash... I would have understood what I have written !!!!!!!!!!

Why????

I always question myself.... why is it like this????
People whom you love the most and care the most hurt you the most???

But I finally found out that it’s not the others but myself who is hurting me. Because I am the one who has given the permission for them to hurt me.

Then why did I give them the permission??? It’s because I feel they are nearer and dearer to me. I care for them; I value them the most in my life.

Oh my god....

It’s like answering the question...
“Which came first??? The chicken or the egg”

Let me go back to the work instead of getting caught in this dead lock :D

Some Snippets

From past few years I have a habit of getting my photographs clicked every year and laminating it. My parents love those photographs (all the parents believe that their children are the mostest beautiful children in the wholest of the world) and they have hanged all the laminated photographs on the wall. Yesterday few of my friends visited my house and were looking at my pictures. And one commented,

Friend: Very nice pictures.... So next year your parents are going to put two more on the wall is it???

Me: Why two, next year also one photo only know

Friend: the rate at which you are growing horizontally I doubt if next year you can fit into one photograph...............

Me: :-|

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Yesterday I had been to a function. I met few of my friends there. We had a gala time and then had lunch together. Lunch was really tasty. I had nicely. Then I walked towards the hand wash. One of my friends called me from behind and asked me....

Friend: Hey what are you doing here ???

Me: Washing my hands :-|

Friend: If you are here attending the functions and having the lunch ... who will carry chamudeswari idol in dasara procession ???

Me: :-| :-|


P.S : Elephants carry goddess chamundeswari idol during dasara procession


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Yesterday hubby was also with me. He met most of my relatives. We reached home. Casually we were talking. In between hubby remarked.

Hubby: none of your relatives or family members is that good looking know

I gave a GOOD look to hubby.

Hubby: err...excluding you dear. You are my wife sweaty. Look at You. You are so good looking. Look at your eyes...they are err ... big.. err... Furious

I continued my GOOD look at him...

Being Silent .....

I was just browsing through some of the other blogs and I found an interesting post which talked about the power of being silent. Though I know ‘silent’ as a word I have had no experience of being silent (check with my hubby. He is sure to second me on that :-))

For me 'silence' is synonymous to 'impossible'.

My mom tells I was the one among the early talkers as a kid. No wonder I am a chatter box today. Even though there is no need, though there is no meaning I simply keep blabbering something or the other. I always want to come out of this bad habit (‘bad’ because my blabbering had resulted in many problems with friends/strangers and family members). Especially when I am angry, I spurt out everything which is there and not there in my mind which in turn causes havoc. Spoken words and broken hearts can never be repaired.

So I was discussing with hubby how to learn to be silent. Suggestion came instantly,

“Go to AOL, attend vipasana course”.

Hubby had been to the course. But I never saw him exhibiting what he learnt especially when I start talking err... blabbering err... spurting. He losses his cool and shouts at a greater pitch than mine (sorry for little exaggerations!!! he can never pitch his voice greater than mine. I am sure nobody can beat me in this regard)

Then I thought, learning something in normal environment cannot prepare you for extreme situations. If at all one has to learn something, learn it in extreme conditions, then the lessons last longer.

So I have decided I will be with my MIL and learn to be silent :-|

The bird in it’s nest ....

A bird started weaving a nest. It was very happy it’s building a nest. The bird had a great enthusiasm. It flew far off places to get fine fibers and strong twigs. While weaving it took care of even tiniest things because it wanted to build the best nest. The bird all the time dreamt about its future. It was thinking it will get married soon and lead a peaceful life with its partner in the beautiful nest it’s weaving now. The bird wanted to make a big nest because it thought the nest should be enough for her kids when she will have some. She dreamt that one day she will be feeding her kids and playing with her kids and her partner taking care of her. She always dreamt about one happy family. She had so much love in her heart. She needed somebody to share it with. She wanted happiness everywhere. She needed happiness around her always. With all these dreams, anticipations, love and care the bird happily weaving the nest. The efforts she was putting in reflected the love flowing within her. Lost in her dreams one day while the bird was weaving the nest, it’s started getting dark. Bird with its everlasting enthusiasm thought night is approaching and continued to weave. When the tiredness won over its enthusiasm the bird found that she is caught inside the nest and there is no opening at all. The bird was buried in her own nest with her unfulfilled dreams.

It is the story of most of us who without realizing where we end up, just get lost in our dreams.

Happy Teachers day

I was thinking of posting this post from past one week but one lazy bum I am posting it now. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all my teachers.

In Sanskrit a teacher is called “GuRu”, and you know why, the syllable ‘Gu’ means shadows or dark and the syllable ‘Ru’, he who disperses them,
Because of the power to disperse darkness the ‘GuRu’ is thus named.

There were/are some teachers who shaped my life to a greater extent and are responsible for all the success in my life. Especially my mom (mothers are the first ever teacher in ones life) who stood by me in the time of crisis and taught me how to fight with the unfair life bravely. She taught me the little lessons of humanity, kindness, obedience, sharing, being faithful, and taking responsibilities which actually make a big difference in the world. Even if I want to thank her from the bottom of my heart, I cannot, because it will fall short for her stature.


I thank my teachers especially NSR, SR, MAV, MVV who made me a better person and inspired me to do great things in life and I only hope someday in my life I will do something great because that’s the only way I can repay for what I learnt from them.


I thank those who taught me the lessons which were there in the syllabus so that I could score good marks in my exams and get into good colleges and industries.


I even thank whole heartedly to those who did not even teach what they were supposed to teach, and gave some crappy reasons why they could not. And because of that I was forced me to learn by myself. They indirectly taught me being self-reliant.


On the whole I thank them all and all the small and big things in life, who/which taught me in one way or the other and helped me becoming better day by day. So everything and everybody in this universe are my teachers and I thank them all on this teacher's day.


As life itself is a big school and we are all the students of this school, we will continue to learn as long as we live and there will be many more teachers coming and going in our lives teaching something or the other.


So I wish everybody “Happy Learning” And let’s keep learning :)

I am Bored

I am really feeling very bored :(

Nowadays I am not able to get up early. Early as in by 7am. The weather is so good to wrap yourself in blanket and sleep forgetting the existence of the outside world!!! My boredom starts from the moment I wake up, as I don’t have the required energy to overcome the resistance of my desire to sleep more. But I have to get up as it’s the question of two square meals.

By the time I get up, get ready and leave for office the traffic jams will be at its peak. It takes around one and a half hour to reach office. While yawning I look around at the co-rider’s faces, I find the dreamy eyes, lazy postures and bored looks. People see what they want to see, you see.

I reach office by 11:30 which is almost lunch time. Good lord !!!
Then my drowsy mind takes the advantage of this and decides to start working only after the lunch. May be it feels having lunch may induce some energy boosters so that it can wake up completely or may be it ends the boredom.

So my half closed eyes start browsing through the official mails, forwarded mails and news websites, glancing watch every now and then. Sleep again throws its charm on me leading to more boredom.

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.
-- Charlotte Whitton

So it almost takes 3 to 4 hrs to strike 12:30 and which leaves the boredom to increase exponentially.

At last I am done with my lunch and again am back in my 3x3 palace. Trying to recollect at what point I had stopped my previous day’s work.

Ahh !!! The work is so boring.
I am not able to bring up the setup.
The network is too slow. See... even the network is bored of its every day’s work.
The sessions are not coming up.
Heavy lunch is adding more heaviness to the already heavy eye lids. My mega slow mind is now thinking “Actually I can postpone it to tomorrow as it is not too critical”.

Procrastination, a byproduct of boredom, had already started working within me.
Then I think “Okay let me blog, but what to blog?” I can feel the cloudy whether both inside and outside. My mind just wants to sleep tight.
“Shall I go home taking half a day leave????”

“Hmmmm... I do not have any leaves left with me”

Boredom had established it undisputed throne in my mind and heart and ruling efficiently. Its forts are so strong and high I am not able to muster the energy to fight it out.

So I ended up writing this boring post.

After another 10 to 12hrs..........

I finished 9 working hours. So I can leave for home now.
After the dinner I will sleep :)
Yes Yes Yes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my goodness !!!!!!
It’s so fresh now...........
Some sort of energy flowing in my heart and mind.
The face is lit up......
I am out of boredom and am not feeling drowsy.......
My eyes are wide open..........

No traffic jams at all on the roads.....
My scooty is running at rocketing speed.......

Whether is clear both inside and outside............ :)

Mind is now thinking...
baap re!!!! Finally it’s thinking....

”Once I reach home, finish the daily chores, sleep and tomorrow morning get up early (7am) and start the day afresh.... “
“Yeah.. Tomorrow I have so much to do.... “

As per the plans I am done with my daily chores. Now feeling like relaxing after the tough day...
So I am watching TV. Then I remembered I have some 50 pages from the novel left to read. I started reading.
I finished it.
Wow, what an ending....
I looked at my watch... It’s already 1am in the night.

And I slept............

I heard MIL banging the door...
I thought why she is banging the door in the middle of the night.
I suddenly got up...
Looked around.... It’s already morning
Looked at my watch...
Oh god ... NO !!!!!!!
It’s 9am...

I am still feeling sleepy...
I don’t want to go to office today :(
Its sooooooooooo booooooring

The story continues as usual...................

What It Is ?????????

Wonder, what it is ?????

What it is?

What it is?

What it is? 

Take a guess.... 

Some sort of electronic gizmo?

Hmmm.. No

May be a weird looking pen ?

Not at all... 

A camera !!! I had received a forwarded mail once. It was a camera looking like a pen. This is kind of similar to that. I think ... yeah ... it should be a camera.... but I did not understand the purpose of its shape. I mean .. this camera is not that handy ..

No no no ....

Hmmm... some sort of ...err...a toy?

Hello !!! could please stop your wild imaginations !!!!

This is just a HEAD MASSAGER.  

And now, you please close your mouth ... the flu viruses can easily enter if it’s that wide open.

Yes. It’s a head massager. I too was so amused to see this new invention. I was stuck in a traffic signal. And you know, some guys.. They sell stuffs like towels, dolls or new electronic items like a torch, or some watch emitting light. I see all these new kind of stuffs here in the traffic signal than in a showroom. Of course the quality, I cannot guarantee. (And why should I be?? forget it !!!)

So.. I was telling.. I saw this new instrument and one of the guys was demonstrating on the road how to use it. I could not stop laughing. I don’t know why I was laughing. May be because it reminded me of my husband, who actually asks me to massage his head at least twice a day and he is ready to give anything to the person who gives him a good head massage( No wonder, now I own his bike, car and house :) Pun Intended )

And then I bought a piece. (From past few days I wanted go on a ride in my hubby’s bicycle .. And he was not giving it to me. And now I know how to make him agree :) )
 

I reached home. After the evening chores, hubby asked me to massage his head (as usual). When I showed him this head massager, he was very happy and even the results were good. 

And you know... :)

Saturday I am going to Gandhi bazaar riding hubby’s bicycle .... 

So cool  haan .........                                                                       

Incorrigible Men

Today morning I got up at 7am in the morning just to fall prey for my MIL’s wrath.

More than falling prey, I just invited her wrath by not getting up early. Because she had already informed me previous night that the breakfast should be ready by 8am in the morning as my BIL (Brother in Law) was leaving early to attend some conference.

I hope at least readers can empathize with me for my inability to get up early, blame it on the weather. Such a nice weather I feel like wrapping myself in my blanket and continue to sleep indefinitely. Sigh !!! I wish I could do that. But the responsibilities force me to get up as early as possible. And now please stop laughing. 7am is really too early for me.


Ok... As my MIL had informed she would be doing only lemon rice, I thought she would require not much help and I walked towards bathroom to take bath, get ready and leave for office. My hubby who sensed his mother’s anger, asked me to help her in the kitchen. Actually you know I was supposed to leave for office early as I had some urgent deliverables. But hubby, who never asks me to do anything, now if he is asking, I understood there should be some reason. Dropping the idea of taking bath, I walked towards kitchen.

MIL had changed her mind. She also wanted to prepare chapatti and curry along with lemon rice. So I started rolling chapattis after cutting the vegetables for curry. Suddenly I remembered that one of my colleagues had asked me to talk to my family taxi driver as he wanted the taxi for Saturday. I called hubby from the kitchen.

“putta.... could you please come here for a minute”

Hubby replied “yeah coming ....”

I just got the reply but no response. Sorry, I mean to say, he just said he is coming but he didn’t. I was totally pissed off. First of all I was irritated because I will not be able to reach office on time. Secondly there was lot of things to do at kitchen and third, hubby didn’t come when I called him. My temper was boiling as the water on the stove. I had turned red as the chapatti on the pan. (Too much simile :) Just to make you understand how much I was vexed)

Fine. I was done with my work at kitchen and I stormed towards room where hubby was happily browsing the news papers over the net. Looking at him I shouted,

“BTW, do you have any idea that I have an urgent deliverable at office ??? and how much late I am??? You expect me to do things what you ask, but you cannot even respond when I asked you to come.....blah blah ....” The shouting went on for 5 mins.

Hubby was clam and cool. He didn’t tell anything. I thought of continuing my one sided conversation but as I was getting late to office I rushed to take bath.

I was little bit cool after taking bath. And I was getting ready to office. Hubby came towards me and smiled. I really don’t understand what happens to me when I see hubby smiling. I feel as if I was waiting for that smile throughout my life and I m glad to see him smile. My love for him starts like water coming out of tap and then flows like river running to meet the sea. I calmed down completely and also was very content and happy. I kissed him on his cheek.

Then looking at my eyes he said “sorry, I scolded you very badly”

And I replied “Its ok!!!”

Then I was trying to recollect what happened and when did he scold me??? I was totally confused.....

Could anybody please tell me what does he mean???? I am the one who was throwing out my anger on him. I am the one who was pissed off and I am the one who was scolding him for his lack of timely response and he thinks he was scolding me.

God please save me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Will these men can ever listen to their wives???

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings -- socrates

People are very careless when it comes to crossing the road, driving the vehicles. A pedestrian just cannot wait for a minute until he gets traffic signal to cross and he just wants to cross the road. A driver cannot wait for few more minutes and just jumps the signal with a greater speed as if racing with the time.

Today I over heard a guy talking to his friends, the day before how he crossed the road. He leaped over the two wheelers, suddenly ran in front of a bus and the driver suddenly applied the breaks. He exclaimed “Maccha !!! You should have seen how shit scared that driver was!!!!” Then a roar of the laughter by the group followed.

I felt like slapping the guy then and there. Usually I don’t feel like this. Even I have done such things many times in my life. I too ride a two wheeler everyday to office covering at least 18 to 20kms one way. Many a times I call my mom or hubby when I am riding towards office or on the way home. But after yesterday’s incident I dare not to do the same again.

I, mom, sis, aunt and my brother were happily shopping near national market. Then we thought of going to alankar plaza to look for some foot ware. We had to cross the road and were waiting in the signal. Vehicles were moving. One guy standing on the other side of the road ran towards this end of the road zipping in between the vehicles that were on a fast run. He had reached this end suddenly we heard a bang and screeching sound of an auto fellow applying the breaks. Everybody ran towards the sound creating a traffic jam.

Few people lifted the guy and laid him over the foot path. Apart from some scratches on his arm there was no other scratch or anything. There was little blood on his wide opened mouth. People around him started putting water on his face, checking his heartbeat. Looking all these from a far corner of the road with frightened eyes; I expected that the guy will get up soon and he will be taken to the hospital. For five long minutes I was waiting, nothing happened. Nobody is bothered to take him to the hospital. I cursed the traffic police who had already arrived there for their lack of time sense. I couldn’t understand why they are delaying. Then I heard somebody telling, “spot out” !!!!!

I was so shocked and looked at my mom, sis, aunt and my brother, just to find same expression on their faces. My sister was already crying and none of us knew what to tell and console her. The pop corn in my hand had slipped to ground without my notice.
And we carefully walked towards alankar plaza and we talked about that death for few minutes and we continued with our shopping. While coming back we saw the dead body was thrown inside a corporation vehicle which took the body somewhere which we didn’t even wanted to know.

Though I continued to enjoy with the company I had, my second mind could not stop thinking about that death. How we struggles each day for our living. We go to office, we work like donkeys, and we love our family and friends. We fight with/for our loved ones. We play the number game with money everyday. We buy land, purchase car, we go to movies, hotels and we enjoy as if there is no end to our life. We cry and we make others cry as if there is no end to this sorrow and pain. But one fine day sorry one fine “second” everything ends and we leave everything behind and go on the road from where there is no return.

I was thinking about his family who might have been waiting for him to come home to have lunch together. About his kids, waiting for him to tell what happened in the school that day. About his parents waiting for him to tell about their broken spectacles or to tell him how his wife annoyed them. I was thinking about his dreams which will be either buried or burnt along with him and his desires which ended on that road where he met with the accident.

Helpless we are, could not do anything other than shedding few drops of tears and feeling pity about the whole thing.

Bhagavan Buddha asked a mother who lost her child to get “mustard from a house never seen any deaths” in order to bring back the child’s life, Which only made the mother realize “death is inevitable”.

Though the death is inevitable, we should never invite our death by our small mistakes.
Life is full of gifts, let us take care of ourselves and enjoy the bliss.

Follow traffic rules. One, who breaks the rules, puts a break to his happy life. Take care.

The tiniest creatures in the Universe

It’s been a very long time since I wrote something in my blog. I was very busy learning TCL and automating some of my scripts. The fact is how much ever I try I am really very poor in coding and scripting. But I still am having fun with scripting as this is something new I m trying in my 5 year old career. Very funny !!!


Ok .. lets come to the point !!!

I want to share something in my blog. The thing what I am going share is not that nice, but blogs are there to throw out ones frustration, inability, temper etc... in order to keep your mind calm ( I learnt this only after reading Anurag kashyap’s blog on PFC. Now please don’t ask me who is Anurag Kashyap. Every movie buff in India should know who he is)


Our company provides breakfast, lunch and snacks to its employees for free. It’s not free though. It’s part of our CTC. I really love the breakfast they provide here, masala dosa twice a week, on Tuesdays and Fridays. Even though my MIL prepares amazing breakfast at home, I never miss masala dosa at office at any cost. (I don’t miss even what my MIL prepares. I pack it and get it for lunch :-) )



As everybody knows, in offices there are technical staff and non-technical staff. Non-technical staff includes even those people who clean the building (sweeping, mopping and cleaning stuffs). For those staff the facility of free breakfast or lunch is not available.

Yes, it’s a fact.

One of those facility’s staff members gets her small 2 yr old kid to office, very smart kid indeed. She has big beautiful twinkling eyes and a cute charming face. She stands in the corridor wishing everybody good morning, Hi or bye. I really like her. If anybody meets her they really fall in love with her.



It was a Friday I had masala dosa and was returning back to my cubicle (where I m spending 3/4th of my life. Oh god plz save me from this Jail !!!) I heard that small kid crying. I went to her and asked why she was crying. She didn’t speak anything but continued crying. By then her mother said “she wants a masala dosa. But those catering guys don’t give and she doesn’t stop her cry. I don’t know what to do”. I felt really bad. I have seen most of the times employees wasting food. I myself have done that many times. I am ashamed of myself many times for doing so. And I was very angry with the management and also with the catering guys who actually could have showed some mercy for the kid and given her a dosa.



Driven by my pity and care for the girl I went and spoke to the catering guys and requested them to give a dosa to the kid for which they obliged.

When I returned, her mother who was standing their in a corner had tears in her eyes and she was unable to speak but her eyes were showing how thankful she was. Though that was a very small deed what I did, she made me feel so great.



Silly people we are. By doing such small things we feel we are great. I remembered a poem by DVG where the poet says “when a seed sprouts and comes out by tearing the surface of the earth it doesn’t make any sound. When a trees give fruits they never say it did and helped the mankind. The sun who shines the whole world never said I am the one who lightens the world. But we , so called human beings make lot of sound and noise even when we die and are buried”, such great those words. We are really tiniest creatures in this whole universe.

Carried by my pride and my deed I could not remember what DVG said though I had read that poem thousands of times in my life. Whoever gave a call to me that day, I told them about that incident and also I got hugs and kisses from my hubby for my great work.


Some days passed. After that incident her mother started treating me like an angel. She used to share things about her kid with me. What that girl did that day. How she fell down and got hit by the stone, what the kid ate that day, every possible thing. That made me happy.


Few days back I was walking on the corridor and the kid wished me good morning and wished her back. And her mother told me that one day before they had a meeting with the facilities manager. The manager was furious on this lady because he had received a complaint from many of the employees telling that kid made lot of noise in the corridors, and asked her to quit her job if the same continued.


Again I saw tears in her mother’s eyes. This time they were not the tears of gratitude but the tears of pain. She said why these people cannot understand that I cannot leave my kid at home and come here for work. Why can’t they understand it’s just a small kid and obviously makes some noise when it’s playing and cries when it’s hungry? It’s just a small kid. I was very much moved by what she said. I could sense by her voice that she believes that I can talk to the manager and I can save her job if I tried. I was confident that I will do something to help her.


But, I was as helpless as she was. She didn’t know that I have no special powers in office and I just an employee as she is here. I felt so ashamed. I felt how small I am and how cheap I was that day when I told everybody about the dosa incident. I never deserved that gratitude of hers.


I remembered DVGs poem that moment. I smiled at myself and went back to my cubicle. That was the only day I felt I was protected in my cubicle.

ನಿನ್ನ ನಾ ನೆನೆದಾಗ

ನಲ್ಮೆಯ ನಲ್ಲ,

ನಿನ್ನ ನಾ ನೆನೆದಾಗ...
ಉರಿಬಿಸಿಲು ತಮ್ಪಾಯ್ತು, ಕಳ್ಳಿ ಹೂ ಕಮ್ಪಾಯ್ತು....
ಒಣಮರವು ಸೊಮ್ಪಾಯ್ತು ನಿನ್ನನೆನೆದು,
ನನ್ನರಸ, ಮನ ಹಿಗ್ಗಿ ಹಗುರಾಯ್ತು ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನೆದು.....

I hate smart men

As usual I reached home after hectic day in office by 8pm in the evening. I freshened up and continued with my evening chores. One part of my mind always waits for late lateef hubby, who tells he will be in home by 8:30pm but comes home only after 10pm just to impressing his boss:-) Though mind empathizes with him for his situation, heart sometimes (to be read as most of the times) goes in opposite direction.

I was rolling chapatti when the door bell rang around 9:30. Oh my god! Hubby is half an hour early today. Thank god for small mercies. With a broad curve on my face went to receive patidevru at the door. So tired he looked poor fellow. The moment he saw my face he smiled and I smiled back at him. He came out of his chariot and started staring at me and said, “wow ! Your face is so clear. You are glowing, why is it sweetheart?”

Could somebody please hold me firm? I am flying (though with 70Kg weight nobody flies but still I was). I blushed and thanked hubby whole heartedly for his complement.

He didn’t stop there. He continued. “Tell me dear, how come you are looking so clear today and you are looking really bright, tell me know”

Then even I started searching for an answer. I said “may be because I am very happy today”. I started explaining him by using all the knowledge I had about the influence of one’s psychological state on his appearance with so many illustrations. As I continued to blush in the process of answering his question I turned pink :-).

Hubby on the other hand was not satisfied with the answer. He said “Nah! That may be the reason. I have seen you when you were very happy but I never saw this clarity on your face”

Then suddenly I saw the chance to sell him my ideas, “May be because I am doing yoga and meditating nowadays. I am just done with my pranayama, you know”. Yes, I was very much convinced with my answer this time and I turned towards hubby for his reaction while I explained the advantages of yoga, pranayama and meditation which I had heard from my yoga instructors and read over the net. My cheeks turned red this time with so much of blushing. I was afraid, if my blushing continued I might break one or two blood veins on my cheek.

But somehow he was not convinced. He replied, “You are doing yoga and meditating for almost a month now. But still there is some difference today”.

Even though by then, the chapatti was roasted to end of its life, I continued my brainstorming. Giving a convincing answer to my hubby’s question had become my mission. More than satisfying him, I wanted to know the answer so that I can brag about the same thing with my friends and colleagues. But all my efforts were in vein.

Hubby who was silently trying to find an answer till now, said “oh! I got it”.

I thanked god again for his kind heart. Thank you god, finally my hubby found the reason for my glowing. I was very eager to listen to his words dipped in honey. This much tension I never had, not even when my semester results were out.


At that moment my flight of fancy brought down to earth by his monologue “How could I miss it. it is my new spectacles” , as he started looking into the mirror adjusting his brand new spectacles with new lenses.

My face got drained immediately and turned pale. I gave him a mouthful and went inside the kitchen not even admiring his new spectacles.

My first Valentine's Day

Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth, "You owe me."
Look what happens with a Love like that!
—It lights the whole Sky.


How true Hafiz (a Persian poet) is.

What is love? I tried to find out the meaning in dictionary and I searched in so many books. I could not find a satisfying answer until I fell in love and found the answer by myself. If I think now I can explain what love is, then I am very much wrong. Love is like taste, it should be experienced in order to understand the meaning. The world rotates because of love. The life existed and continued to evolve because of love. Love is eternal.

I think today’s youth know and feel about the love more than the previous generations.
Wait.. wait ... you might ask me, “why do you think so ... when you can say love is eternal, then yesterday, today and tomorrow love remains same.”

Today’s youth celebrate Valentine’s Day. They propose to each other on that day. They give “RED” roses. They exchange gifts. They give cards and say how much they love each other. Some people say they cannot live without the other. Some even go further and say “I love you and if you don’t love me I will throw acid on your face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” (An over dose of love).

Ok, let us come to the actual story. I always believed that, for true lovers each day is Valentine’s Day and why celebrate it on only one day in the year. It’s same as asking, why we should go to temple to pray, when god is everywhere. After sometime I realized. Temple is the place where you can concentrate on god very much because of its divinely environment and Valentine’s Day is the day where the joy of celebrating love is more when everybody else is celebrating with you. Isn’t it?

When I was working for MGL, one fine day (as usual feb 14th) there came Valentine’s Day. Red roses, red dresses, gifts wrapped in red covers and greeting cards in red envelopes. For one day earth becomes mars, red everywhere. I had finished my graduation just a year before. I could not afford to fall in love while studying because of the constant pressure of studies. Now I am working, Independent. I have all the time to fall in love as we had two days off in the weekendJ. But I didn’t have a boy friend to do so, very pity.

When the whole world is celebrating, I had to be back in the PG and continue to do my daily chores. I thought about all of those who were in my situation. And suddenly something stuck me. Eureka!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me celebrate the day with my friends.

I spoke to my close friends, swati and shekar. As they too didn’t have any partners to celebrate Valentine’s Day with, they too agreed to the idea. Then we chalked out a plan for that day. So our celebration started with roaming around jayanagar in the evening around 7pm. We went to each and every shop in jayanagar complex, we didn’t buy anything thoughJ. We spoke for length. We cracked jokes. We pulled each others leg. We ate cotton candies, pop corns and sweet corns. Yummy they were. We friends were so much in love with ourselves and as we loved each other as friends we enjoyed each and every moment. Swati was on diet. Myself and shekar we didn’t even care. We went to Chat house. A usual hangout of ours and had chats, noodles, fried rice and ice creams. Though swati is a food lover she could not eat as she was on strict diet. She was cursing both of us literally. “paapigala nanna bittu neevibre tintidira” we on the other hand were enjoying the food as well as the sight of swati cursing us. It only gave us more enthu to continue eating. We ordered two big bowls of ice creams. As we were chilling out with ice creams swati in-turn was getting heated up. In fact swati enjoyed as she watched us eating.

Once we are out of chat house we bought some key chains and exchanged with each other as the token of love and friendship we had with each other. We smiled at each other with a great joy of accomplishment. We started towards home around 10pm. Three hours of great joy and fun.

Today I am married. I celebrated Valentine’s Day for three years with my husband. But the level of enjoyment I had with my friends I never had it later. We call each other on every Valentine’s Day and we wish each other and we cherish the memories.

Thanks swati and shekar for giving me that immense happiness. I wish we always stay connected.


All love is expansion, all selfishness is contraction. Love is therefore the only law of life. He who loves lives, he who is selfish is dying. Therefore love for love's sake, because it is law of life, just as you breathe to live.

The name is NAVEEN - The NEW

I have started blogging nowadays. “yeah, blogging !!!!!!!!!” my writings are very immature and my language is primitive. But still I have few of my friends who follow my blogs and that make me very happy. I write some small poems in kannada and you can also find some English posts in my blog. Here is one guy, “Naveen”, one of my best friends, asked me to write a poem about him. Then I thought of writing but with a very small vocabulary I have and in a small poem I was unable to express everything I know about him. Then I decided to write this small story. I take this immense pleasure to write about this good human being who brought smiles on many faces in many occasions. He is a personification of “humanity”.

It was then, when I was doing my engineering in Dr.AIT, Bangalore. We used to stay in college hostel located in basaweswara nagar and college was near Bangalore University.
Catching the bus to our college near KEB stop had become a ritual.
Everyday religiously we used to go to college. For first few days we (I and divya) were sitting in the first bench. Later on we realized that we can only be LLBs (Ladies of Last Bench) and cannot afford to sit in the first row and go through the torture of “saliva rain” from the lecturers for hours.

There were around 70 to 80 members in the class and we hardly knew anybody except for few who used to make lot of noise in the class. But one day, I think after few months of joining the college, I saw a guy entering the class who is almost 6ft3inces tall, dark and handsome. I was wondering how come I never felt the existence of this guy in the class.
Actually there were two reasons for that, firstly I was very early to the class that day and second, he was very silent, descent and the follower of “mahatma Gandhi” of our class. This was only for first semester. Then this guy joined the other group in the class, who were most intelligent, good looking at the same time used to make much noise and were very famous in the class. After few days even I and my other friends also joined that same group making the head count from 6 to 14. Then on, our interaction with “Naveen” increased.

Naveen is a very shy guy, very reserved and he doesn’t open up to any conversation so easily. Few days before we became friends we used to see him in the bus stop. He used to wait for the bus standing alone not sensing anything around him as if nothing existed except for him. One day he was standing beside us while we were having biscuits to save ourselves from hunger. We (myself, divya and poori, usually we were famous as “wickets” as we were always found together) thought of offering one biscuit to him, not out of humanity or sharing sense or anything. Just we wanted to save ourselves from getting stomach ache if eat without offering it to him (based on some old belief). Finally we didn’t give him that’s another thing.

He is so innocent, descent, soft spoken and he never hurt anybody for anything. He always made everybody laugh. Sometimes he used to make fun of himself to bring the smile on others face. He is such a nice guy. I still remember. One day after playing badminton until we got exhaust, we went to juice junction to sip the Rs.10 elixir (fresh fruit juice) and come back to life. We all fourteen friends were sitting in a circle and chatting. Suddenly somebody (I think its Poornima) started palmistry. By looking at our hands she started telling how many kids we will be blessed with after our marriage. Naveen, who could not control his curiosity and stretched out his hand towards her and asked her to take a look, after looking at his hand for about 5 mins, she announced that he will have two kids and his wife will have 4. Everybody burst into laughing and started making wildest jokes about Naveen wife having 4 kids. For everybody’s surprise this guy didn’t lose his cool and said “you know what, I will marry a widow”, hats off Naveen. Though he just said it in the spur of the moment, I know someday he might prove it right if he thinks he can make somebody happy by doing so. That’s Naveen.


One funnier incident I always remember is the watermelon pieces WE used to have together while going back to hostel from college. Naveen used to accompany US as his abode was on our way to hostel. The guy show used to sell watermelon was giving a small tooth pick, so that we can use that as a fork to eat. One day out of desperation to eat the watermelon (as I was too hungry) I asked for tooth pick even before he gave us the like this: “Stick kodtira please !!!!!! (Meaning: could you please give me the stick)
I was not even finished asking, Naveen started laughing and he was teasing me all the way be imitating the way I asked for the stick . Oh man that was fun. Even today, Naveen, Divya and Poornima, whenever meet me they make sure that they tease me at least once by remembering that incident.


We friends sometimes used to discuss about marriage or life partner. Naveen is very particular about his life partner. He says he wants a girl who wears saris and jasmine flowers always. As responsible friends, we started looking for a girl who suits his expectations. Even after showing him all the maids who work in our college campus, who usually wore a sari and flowers, he refused everybody. Even today we wonder “why this guy never liked any of them !!!!!!!!!!”. Naveen, if you are reading this post please respond 

During college days we had a gala time. We friends thought either we cannot live or our friendship may die if we go away from each other. Life goes on and on what so ever and it doesn’t wait for anybody or anything. But our thought “friendship dying if we go far from our friends” was proved as a myth when Naveen went to karwar to pursue his career. Everyday he used to call each of us at least for an hour. Our bonding went strong by each passing day.

How can I forget the night when Sarish called me to inform that Naveen had met with an accident? I was totally blank. When I went to meet him in the hospital, he reminded me of a hurt pup. I saw the same pain and helplessness in his eyes which a pup expresses when it’s hurt very badly. A handsome hunk had some scars on his face now. I always asked him to go for modeling as he had the right personality and features. For a moment I thought, God was very cruel.
But nothing can stop Naveen. He went through some painful surgery and his handsome features are back now.

He helps anybody, anytime even if he is very busy. When I had asked him to get me wine bottles (I don’t drink, it was for my room mates) from the wine shop he came all the way from basaweswar nagar to girinagar almost 15Kms in the rain.
My roommates thanked Naveen very much . One thing I have found Naveen has a great heart for drunkards as he is a great fan of “rebel star Ambareesh”

Naveen can accompany anybody who wants to watch a kannada movie. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened to kannada film industry if Naveen was not there. He has seen each and every crapy movie at least 3 times in theater. Kudos to Naveen 

There is so much to tell about him. He is always available for his friends, family and colleagues whenever and wherever there is a need. That is why he has a very large friend circle. Everybody loves him. And he loves everybody. If somebody knows his worth, they would never want to lose him as a friend. I am always thankful to god to give me such a great friend. Naveen has innocence like a child and he has a very pure heart.

It’s been already nine years I have known him. Time touched everything and everyone in our friends group changed as per the rules of time, but Naveen left untouched by the changes and time. Neither he nor his friendship changed. He is still the same ‘old’ Naveen, just opposite to the meaning his name.

ನಿ(ನ)ನ್ನತನ

ಈ ಪ್ರಪನ್ಚಕ್ಕೆ ನಾವು ಬರುವಾಗ ಒನ್ಟಿಯಾಗಿ ಬರ್ತೀವಿ. ಹೊಗುವಾಗಲು ಅಶ್ಟೆ. ಮನುಶ್ಯ ಸನ್ಘ ಜೀವಿ ಅನ್ನೊದು ಅವನು ಬದುಕಿದ್ದಶ್ಟು ಕಾಲ ಮಾತ್ರ.
ಈ ಬದುಕಿದ್ದಶ್ಟು ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ತಾನು ಎನು ಮಾಡಬೇಕು, ಏನನ್ನು ಸಾಧಿಸಬೇಕು ಎಮ್ಬುದನ್ನು ಅರಿತವರು ನಮ್ಮ ನಡುವೆ ತುಮ್ಬ ವಿರಳ. ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಬೇರೊಬ್ಬರನ್ನು ಮೆಚ್ಚಿಸಿ ಸೈ ಎನಿಸಿಕೊನ್ಡರೆ ಸ್ವರ್ಗವೇ ಸಿಕ್ಕಷ್ಟು ಸನ್ತೊಷ ಪಡುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಎಶ್ಟೊ ಜನಗಳ ಜೀವನ ಧ್ಯೇಯ ಅದೇ ಆಗಿದೆ ಇನ್ದು. ಜನ ಮೆಚ್ಚಿಗೆಗೋಸ್ಕರ ತಮ್ಮ ತನವನ್ನು
ಮರೆತು ಬೇರೆಯವರ ವಿಚಾರಗಳು, ವ್ಯವಸ್ಥೆಗಳನ್ನ ತಮ್ಮದಾಗಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋಕ್ಕೆ ಮುನ್ನುಗ್ಗುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಮನಸ್ಸು ಹಾರಲು ಬಯಸಿದರೂ, ಜನಗಳಿಗೆ ಹೆದರಿ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಆಸೆ ಕನಸುಗಳಿಗೆ ಸರಪಳಿ ಬಿಗಿದು ಯವುದೋ ಒನ್ದು ಮೂಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿಸುಟುತ್ತಾರೆ. ತಮಗೆ ತಾವೇ ಅನ್ಯಾಯವೆಸಗುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಸಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಎಲ್ಲ ಜನರಲ್ಲೂ ಕನ್ಡು ಬರುವ ಈ ಪ್ರವ್ರುತ್ತಿ ಬಹುಶಃ ಭಾರತೀಯರಲ್ಲಿ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಇದೆಯೋ ಏನೋ ಎಮ್ಬುದು ನನ್ನ ಅನಿಸಿಕೆ. ಹಾಗಿರುವ ಕಾರಣದಿನ್ದಲೇ ಇನ್ದು ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾರತೀಯ ಸಮ್ಸ್ಕ್ರುತಿ ಅವಸಾನದತ್ತ ಸಾಗಿದೆ. ಜೀವನದ ಮುಸ್ಸನ್ಜೆಯಲಿ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ನಾವೆ, "ನಮ್ಮತನ ಮರೆತು ಬೆರೆಯವರನ್ನ ಮೆಚ್ಚಿಸಲು ಮಾಡಿದ ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನದಿದ್ನ ಆದ ಲಾಭ ಏನು????" ಎನ್ದು ಪ್ರೆಶ್ನಿಸಿದಾಗ ನಮಗೆ ಸಿಗುವ ಉತ್ತರವಾದರೂ ಏನು??? ಇದರಿನ್ದ ನಾವು ಸಾಧಿಸಿದ್ದಾದರೂ ಏನು ?????

ಹೀಗೆ ಒನ್ದು ದಿನ ವಿಚಾರ ಮಾಡುತ್ತ ನಾನು ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದಾಗ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಬನ್ದದ್ದು ಈ ಕೆಳಗಿನ ನಾಲ್ಕು ಸಾಲುಗಳು:

ನೀನು, ಇವಳು, ಅವನು, ಅವಳು ....
ಎಲ್ಲರೊಳಗೆ ತನ್ನ ಮರೆತು ....
ನಿಜದ ಮೊಗವ ಮರೆಸಿ ನೀನು ......
ಹೊರಟೆ ಸಾಧಿಸಲು ಎನು???????????????

ಭ್ರಮೆಯು ಕಳಚಿ
ಸತ್ಯ ಇಣುಕಿ....
ನಿನ್ನ ತನವ ಕೆಣಕಿದಾಗ....
ತಿರುಗಿ ಏನ ಹೆಳುವೆ ???? ನಿನ್ನನೆಲ್ಲಿ ಹುಡುಕುವೆ ???????????

ದೀಪಾವಳಿ

ಈಗ ತಾನೆ ಬರಹ ಡೊವ್ನ್ ಲೊಡ್ ಮಾಡಿದೆ.
ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಕನ್ನಡದ ಕವಿತೆಗಳನ್ನ ಬರೆಯೋದೆ ಒನ್ದು ಸೊಗಸು.
"ದೀಪಾವಳಿ" ಎಮ್ಬ ಶೀರ್ಶಿಕೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದನ್ತ ಈ ಕವನ ನಾನು ಸ್ಖೂಲ್ನಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಾಗ ಬರೆದದ್ದು.
"ಇದ್ದರೆ ನವರಾತ್ರಿ ಇಲ್ಲದಿದ್ರೆ ಶಿವರಾತ್ರಿ" ಎನ್ನೊ ರೀತಿ ಇತ್ತು ಅನ್ದಿನ ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನ.
ಯಾವ ಸಮ್ಬನ್ಧಿಕರು ಇಲ್ಲ.. ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರು ಇಲ್ಲದ ದುರ್ಭಿಕ್ಶ್ಯ ಕಾಲ ಅದು.
ಒಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಸಹಾಯ ಮಡೋದು ದೂರ, ಅನ್ಥದ್ದರಲ್ಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲರ ಕಾಲು ಎಳೆಯೊದೆ ಜನಗಳ ಹವ್ಯಾಸ ಆಗಿಹೊಗಿತ್ತು.
ಹೀಗಿರುವಾಗ ಬನ್ತು ದೀಪವಳಿ ಹಬ್ಬ. ಏಲ್ಲರ ಮನೆಲು ಪಟಾಕಿಗಳ ಶಬ್ಧ ಆದರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ದೀಪ ಹಚ್ಚೊಕ್ಕು ಪರದಾಟ. ಈ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿ ನೋಡಿ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮೂಡಿದ ನಾಲ್ಕು ಸಾಲುಗಳು ಇವು.
ಇದು ಬರೀ ನನ್ನ ಕಥೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಆಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ, ಇನ್ದಿಗೂ ಬಹುತೇಕ ಜನರ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿಯು ಹೌದು. ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬರು ಅವರುಗಳ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಕವಿದಿರುವ ಕತ್ತಲೆ ಎನ್ದಿಗೆ ಕಳೆದು ಬೆಳಕು ಹರಿಯುದು ಅನ್ತ ಕಾಯ್ತನೆ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ.
ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಆ ಕತ್ತಲು ಹಸಿವಿಗಿರಬಹುದು, ಒನ್ಟಿತನಕ್ಕಿರಬಹುದು , ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಎನನ್ನೊ ಕಳೆದುಕೊನ್ಡಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಿರಬಹುದು. ಯವುದಕ್ಕಾದರು ಸರಿಯೆ, ಎಲ್ಲರು ಎದಿರುನೊಡುವುದು ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ದೀಪಾವಳಿಗಾಗಿ.
ಕತ್ತಲಿನಿನ್ದ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಕಡೆಗಿನ ಪಯಣಕ್ಕಾಗಿ.

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ಕತ್ತಲು ಕವಿದ ಮನಕೆ ಬರುವುದೆನ್ತು ದೀಪಾವಳಿ
ಏಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲು ಕುಹಕಿಗಳ ಹಾವಳಿ
ತನ್ದಿಹರು ಕನ್ನೀರ ಈ ಬಳುವಳಿ
ನಗುವುದೆನ್ತೋ ಈ ನನ್ನ ಮನವರಳಿ
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preeti mattu baduku

First time when I proposed the guy whom I love, he said he cannot accept my love and asked me to move on in my life. I was disappointed and shattered. I didn't know how to make him understand how much I loved him and what he means to me. I had no words and I could not speak to him at that moment. I just came back home that evening after our meeting. The whole night i was thinking about the way to convey my feelings to him. At that time I wrote this small poem for him conveying my feelings.

Sikkaru ninnathavaru saviraru...
Adaru avarellaru neenagaballarenu !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Badukenu neenilladeyu naanu.........
Adaru aaa badukondu badukenu !!!!!!!!!!!

Meaning: I might meet thousands of guys who may be like you... but they cannot be 'U'.
I might make a living without you...but that 'living' is not called 'LIFE'.

Nalla

Nalla... ninna kanna nota..
nanna edeya naatidaga.....
Ninna ondu sparsha ....
nanna hrudaya tanti meetidaaga...
Preeti dhaareyagi haridu ..
prema gangeyali mindu ....
Bandhiyade naa ninna bahu bandhanadali bandu .........

jeevana

Irulu belakina aata ...
Kalisi jeevana paatha ....
Nadesihudu tanna ota ...
jeevanada sarthakyadedegadara nota ..........

The day I met my Mr.perfect

"Hey!!! Are you coming for snacks?"

one of my batch mates called out.
It was the beginning days of my career....
I was working for Mascon global, Bangalore. I was selected on campus and there were 75 of us from different colleges of karnataka. And we were on "so called" training. We used to glue ourselves to the seats in a training center and were going through long lengthy dry sessions; got nothing out of it except for the boredom. Morning 9 till evening 6 we used to attend the training sessions like school students, except for the fun part.

The happiest moments were mostly the coffee breaks, lunch break, group discussions and when the clock used to strike 6 in the evening. It was the time for snacks and we used to go to main office building, after that, going home!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was the routine, and there was nothing special about this routine until the day I saw him first.

“Wait, wait, I am coming too!!!!” I ran towards the main office building as usual with so much of eagerness to have snacks.
That road sucks man!!! With an open drainage and horrible smell. Doctors don’t required to use anesthesia for their patients; instead if they allow the patients to stand for a minute on this road that was enough to make the fellow unconscious for a week :)

As we had to pass that road within a minute to save ourselves from getting unconscious, we used to walk fast. (I wish I had participated in Olympics fast walking race, at least India would have got a medal in that category!!!! lol !!!!). We were in so much of hurry, wanted to grab and gulp “Hot n spicy Mirchi bajji” (as per that day’s menu).

As I walked down the stairways towards the cafeteria which was in one of the corners of parking lot and on another corner was a TT table. More than playing TT, guys were showing off their styles to impress girls :)

By the time a TT ball came spinning and hit my back. I was looking in all the directions to find out what hit me and from where.

By the time I could realize it’s a TT ball, a figure appeared in front of me and took the ball from my hand and went back to play his game. I had seen players getting bowled in cricket but here I was bowled out with a TT ball !!!!!!!!!!
I kept on staring at him. The way he talked, the way he smashed the ball, the way he stood. I could not chop his loop drive. I had surrendered myself completely to his styles. By the time, my friend dragged me towards the cafeteria.

I wished I could be there for another minute. I wished I could have another glimpse of him. I wished the TT ball would have hit me again. No body was aware of what was happening inside my mind ; not even that guy. A small current of thoughts about him started flowing in my mind. I even forgot to eat my favorite mirchi bajji. A nice beautiful song started in the background.(Jab se tere naina ... mere nainon se laage re .. yes u r right its a Romantic song :)) I was engrossed in my world completely.....



Triiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnn trrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn.....Trrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnn

I came back to the real world and all the credit goes to my Mobile’s lousy ring tone(though its not lousy always :)). I sipped the coffee receiving the call. But my mind was thinking about that guy. His amazing English accent, His cool spectacles. The blue jeans and Grey half sleeved shirts were of perfect match.

In one moment I thought, Oh man !!!!!!!!! he was the guy i was looking for.
In the next moment my inner voice said "No, he is not your cup of coffee......"
Yeah. That's right. I realized that a simple girl like me can only dream about such guy and its far from reality of having him as my life partner.
My mind, heart and conscience all were in sync for the first time in my life while accepting that.

Its been four long years now.If I look back, I smile at myself and I laugh at the way I was thinking that day. Sipping the coffee, holding my husband’s hand, today I tell myself "Yes, that guy was and is my cup of coffee" and I turn towards my husband, I look into his eyes with smile and think, "yes man, this is the guy who bowled me out of his TT ball".

Today I am married to the same guy on whom i had crush for the first time. But how and when will tell you sometime later... Till then ba bye ..............

Life itself is a perfect story

I thought of writing some small stories which came to my mind very often...
Then I realized, no story could be more perfect than the life ....
Yes, "Life itself is a perfect Story"...

So I will be writing some clippings from my life so that one day i read these stories and can cherish the golden moments of my life

Muttu

Naa ninna kelida muttu
ninna kanna haniyalla nalle ..........
Naa keliddu ........
Nee naguvaaga chellisuva bilimuttu
Nee nudidaga sidisuva aanimuttu
Nee tutiyotti mudrisuva sihi muttu !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Preetiya suma

Bayakeya balliyali .......
preetiya sumavarali nagutihudalla !!!!!!!!!!
Adara modige marulaagi ......
Naane hoovade "Nalla" !!!!!!!!!!!

Yochaney

Yochaney ya sagaradi mulugi,
Yochaney ya suliyalli siluki,
Yochaney inda hege horabarabekendu yochana magnalagiruvaga,
Hosa yochaneya baleya beesi horageledarenna,
Yochaney ya maduvinda marali yochaney ya madilige !!!!!!!!!!!!