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.
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