೩ ಹನಿಗಳು

೧. ಬಂಡಾಯದ ವಿಪರ್ಯಾಸ

ತಂದೆ ತಾಯಿ ಮಾತಿಗೆ ಕಟ್ಟುಬಿದ್ದು
ಮಠಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗಲು ನಿರಾಕರಿಸಿದ ಯುವಕ
ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನ ಮಾತಿಗೆ ಕಟ್ಟುಬಿದ್ದು
ನೊರೆ ನೊರೆಯಾದ ಬೀರು ಕುಡಿದ!

೨. ಸ್ಪೂರ್ತಿ

ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿ ಪಡೆದ ಮರುದಿನ
ಫೈವ್ ಸ್ಟಾರ್ ಹೋಟಲಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತು
ಕವಿತೆಗೆ ತಿಣುಕಿದ ಸಾಹಿತಿ
ಗಲ್ಲಿ ಸಾರಾಯಿ ಅಂಗಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತು
ಪುಟಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಪದ್ಯ ಬರೆದ!

೩. ಈಗ ಹೇಳಿ ಕಾರಣ

ಮೊದಲೆಲ್ಲ ಸರಾಗವಾಗಿ ಸಾಗುತಿದ್ದ ರಸ್ತೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ
ಈಗ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಗೂ ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ ಸಿಗ್ನಲ್ಲು
ಉಂಡು ಮಲಗಿ ಮರೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಗಂಡಹೆಂಡಿರ ಜಗಳಗಳೆಲ್ಲ
ಕೊನೆಯಾಗುತಿವೆ ಕೋರ್ಟ್, ಕಛೇರಿ ಮತ್ತು ಡೈವರ್ಸು!

The Philosophy of life and Baa Baa Black Sheep

The Philosophy of life and Baa Baa Black Sheep

Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir,Three bags full.

One for the master,One for the dame,

And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane.

Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir,Three bags full.

- Written By: Unknown

I am sure, at some point in your life, you have heard or sung or taught this rhyme to kids. What I see in this poem is whole philosophy of life.

Let us look at rhyme more closely....

Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes sir, yes sir,Three bags full.

When enquired about wool, Black Sheep replies...

"One for the master," this signifies your work and professional life. This should be your first and foremost priority. Job is what helps us to support our families and beloved ones. For most of us this is the only source of income. Be honest, loyal and sincere at your work. Give your best shot at work. Have long term plans and goals.

Then Black Sheep doesn't stop there... it’s reply continues.... "One for the dame" As you can easily guess, this line symbolizes family life. Pay more attention to family. A disturbed home can always trouble you in more ways you can imagine. However busy you are professionally, find sometime and spend with your family and friends. This will rejuvenate you greatly.

The last part of the answer... "And one for the little boy, who lives down the lane" signifies a Social Responsibility which each one of us should shoulder. We should make it a practice to donate a small part of our earnings for social causes, be it helping the poor, environmental issues, etc.

Last part of the answer also signifies another vital part of the life is our individual interests or hobbies. These are what keep us going. For me it is reading and writing. If somebody asks me "how do you live?" I would say I live by reading and writing. I can sacrifice anything in life except reading and writing. For me it is reading and writing, for you it may be cricket or music or chess or stamp collection... or whatever. These are the things that keep us alive and make life more interesting.

'Long walk' down the memory lane ( A memoir)

'Long walk' down the memory lane

My passion for long walks, adventurers and misadventures related to it...

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Psychologists say people can remember things from the age of three. One distinct memory I have about my early childhood is my first long walk. May be I was around three to four year old at the most. I had set myself for a long walk in evening. I had walked almost for a mile or so or even more. I was about to go out of the town. Somebody recognized me at out skirts of my home town and brought me back home. My mother has vivid memory of that incident. She thought I was lost or somebody might have kidnapped me. At that time, child theft incidences were discussed & gossiped a lot. Lot of hearsays and fearful fantasies were rumored a lot, in ladies meetings. No SMS or email, as it was in late seventies.


Another memory I have related to long walk, is about an incident that happened in Tumkur. I was around seven to eight year old at that time. We had watched Dr. Raj Kumar movie ‘Bhakta Prahlada’ in a matinee show in the city cinema hall. Then in the evening, my father had taken us to some drama company. Since my father was well known there, we had access to back stage and green room. We kids were very tired. We slept on floor as early as 8:30 or 9:00 PM. After sometime my father had noticed that I had suddenly disappeared!!!

I had sleep-walked outside Drama Company, into the town.


My father took Auto rickshaw which was used for canvassing and advertising about Dramas held in the evening, started looking for me. All I remember is my father shouting through mike in an auto rickshaw, ‘Shankara… Shankara… Shankara…’

Finally happy ending!

Somehow I have strong liking for long walks, even in subconscious level too…!

My most adventurous long walk, I have walked was when I was in my late teens. From my hometown, about thirty kilometers away, there is a small town by name ‘Kottur’. We have a good road connectivity and railway link to Kottur. Train goes to that place daily in morning and returns in the afternoon, around two PM. Once I had gone to that place by train in the morning on some work. I was supposed to collect some money from my father’s contact. I reached Kottur and met concerned person, He said, he will send money later as business was down.

Then one crazy bug bit me, I guess. I thought it would be wonderful to walk in railway track back to home than traveling by bus or train. It was full moon day. I thought it would be exciting. Needless to say I am very impulsive person, I decided it would be great to trek and decided to do it. Like modern day punk would say, ‘Just do it’. I had very less money, but sufficient to eat and go back to my home town by bus or train. I felt I should spend that money or I would change my mind about railway track trekking. I ate in a restaurant and went to a movie!!! When I came out of movie I had two or three rupees left in my pocket. And I spent all that money on buying chocolate and peppermints, which I thought would be useful during my long trek.

When I reached railway station it was nearly 5:30 PM. It was summer then. It would get dark only after 7 PM. Railway station was deserted. Roughly I had to walk 25 kilometers to reach my home town. I thought I would reach my home by 9 PM.

Then long journey begun. I started trekking on railway tracks. On railway tracks there were wooden strips at equidistant and remaining space was filled with fist sized stones.

I was walking in my own pace; I didn’t hurry-up as I knew I would get tired quickly if try to trot at high speed.





I had walked for almost one and half hour with out a worry or a care. It was a beautiful long walk. It was like a meditation. Initially my mind was swarmed by all kind of thoughts. Gradually I could experience that my mind was calming down. Long walk had a soothing effect on my mind. Large vacant landscape, cultivating lands, sun set, colorful evening sky, soothing cool breeze in the summer evening… Wow!

All was well, but trouble started when it started getting dark.

I had thought there would be some street light or kind of lamp post near railway track or at least some people movement. But Alas! There were none; for no trains would pass in that track except one in morning and same train returning in the after noon.

Slowly fear started gripping my mind. I started panicking. I started hurrying up.

Luckily it was full moon day; there was some moon light to guide me through the railway track. As beautiful evening got transformed into frightening darkness; every silly sound started building anxiety in me. Dry leaves & bushes were making strange sound whenever there was strong wind movement. To fight fear, I thought of all science books I had read. To cheer-up my sagging spirit, I thought of great scientists like Newton, Einstein, CV Raman etc… But all this had short term effect in reducing my anxiety.

What to do? Will I reach my home safely? Question like this started growing in my mind. Romantic in me took a backstage.

In dark I could see some tiny villages/hamlets across railway track. I thought of going there for a night stay and shelter. But issue was they were at least a mile away from the railway track. I was not sure if anyone would entertain me. By that time I had walked for more than three hours. Physically I was getting tired. I had exhausted my chocolates, peppermint and my energy. I was perspiring; but did not stop or sit for a minute to relax, for night was progressing at alarming speed…














On the way to my hometown, there is one prominent railway station, ‘Malvi Dam’, where train stops. I was hoping at least if I could reach there, I would get some help. Around 9 PM, as I was crossing one farm field, I saw someone working in the farm field. He was around 100 meters away. I shouted for him, ‘helloooo’.

No response.

I tried calling him again, ‘hellooooooo’, and this time more desperately.

In moon light I could see him straightening up, turning towards the direction of the sound. Was he annoyed? Amused? Scared? Or? I could not guess as I could not see his face in the dark. I could sense bit of hesitation in him. Finally there was some response; he retorted ‘Who is that?’.

It was difficult question to which, I had a pages of answer, to make him understand my position and tell him about myself. I tried my best, to make it short and sweet!

‘How far is Hagaribommanahalli is from here?’

No response.

‘I am coming from Kottur, I lost all money. So walking towards Hagaribommanhalli. I am son of so and so. My father is Govt. High school teacher’ hurriedly I explained him.

There was a long silence. I was not sure I had explained satisfactorily. But I had good faith in village folks, once convinced they would definitely help anyone.

Finally, he asked me to cross the fence and enter the field. Then he asked me several questions to confirm that I am not a thief! Then what he told me sent a chill down the spine. Since it was crop cutting season, thieves attack was common. Farmers were very much upset about thieves robbing their crop and their six months effort. If they get slightest of a doubt or suspicion they would hack them to death without caring about consequences. Sometimes mere suspicion itself is enough. In this kind of cases, even police wouldn’t care much.

I explained him, who am I? Why I am walking down the track. I had to cook-up a tear jerking story that I lost all money and walking since evening to reach my home. I explained him where I live, my neighborhood and all that to establish my identity and to instill security feeling in him.

Hagari bommana halli is good business center and it has APMC market for all agricultural products. Farmers and nearby village folks visit my home town quite regularly for one or other reasons. Many time to watch movies and have entertainment. Luckily he knew my home town well and believed my story.

He asked me to sit on a hay stack as he was expecting his people. He continued with work, occasionally chit-chatting with me.


Around 9:30 PM, his folks brought supper for him. They were around ten people. They had plans to work in the field till late night. Then I had to tell my story again to all. All of them sympathized with me. They assured that I can reach my home by catching the first bus in the morning.

We all had supper together. It was jowar roti and some spicy curry. Although I am a vegetarian, I did not bother to ask whether curry was non-veg or veg. I was tired and ate like a wolf. After dinner they said I can sleep on hayrick. They put on khowdi or typical village bed spread on hay stack.

With stomach full and feeling secure, romanticistin me, woke up. I started enjoying full moon day, clear sky filled with tiny sparkling stars, cool breeze, primal scent of the earth and farm atmosphere. I could hear farmer working in distance. Then fell asleep.

I woke-up to morning sun, feeling refreshed. Walked to nearby village, along with farmers. I am grateful that they offered me morning tea and bought me a bus ticket to my home town.


Reached home around 8AM, explained everything to my parents. There reactions? I leave it to your guess. They reacted like any other anxious parents, but my father was lot calmer than my mother.

After all this, my enthusiasm for and romance with long walks has never come down a bit. I still go far a long walks, but mostly in concrete jungle of Bangalore. So not much adventure these days!!!

Life is fair (Thriller)

Life is fair (Thriller)

I don't know how?! But one fine day I found a six rupees note in my wallet. It looked like a five rupee note. Same color, design, emblem, Mahatma Gandhi's image and RBI governor's signature. Everything was OK except that it was six rupees instead of five. Considering my position in society and my hefty salary, I could have ignored it and thrown that into dustbin. But I didn't. After all, money is money. If I had not thought that way, I would not have been in this comfortable position, financially to be precise. So I decided to get rid of it without losing valuable five rupees.

Like any other software pros I postponed the task to weekend.

Winter was at its peak. City was covered with smog. It was just what doctor would have ordered for an adventure like mine. I could see, people's movement thinning down in the street. It was Saturday night, many people had settled down cozily in their warmth of the home. I had dressed as ordinarily as possible and put on a big monkey cap, started my adventure and walked a fair bit to be away from my known neighbors and home. Just in case something went wrong?! See! I had to take care of all possibility.

After walking a mile or so, stopped to gaze around for the known faces. I felt comfortable that there were no known people around. I was in fairly unknown territory. Then with a satisfaction, I stopped to catch a breath, looked around for a suitable place or victim or gullible person to exchange my precious six rupees note. I need not have to search for long. I saw an old lady sitting under a dimly-lit street light selling groundnuts and peanuts. For a split second I felt bad for choosing that old innocent lady for the operation 'fake note exchange'. I thought of the book that I had read few weeks back, how ruthless you have to be to grow rich in life and earn millions. I decided to put that into act. I crushed that soft feeling. I felt better. I started walking towards lamp post.

Reading book was one thing, enacting those principles was completely another thing. As I started moving towards the lamp post, I could feel the cold sweat running down the neck. Fairly unknown place, dark night and that old innocent lady infused some courage in me. I started rehearsing the lines I should have with that old granny. I was completely prepared for all eventualities.

First I would ask her a change for a note without mentioning the amount. Then handover the note and take the change and slip way. If that granny notices it is fake six rupees note then I would cry foul and explain her that in a busy bus, bus conductor had given me the note and quietly put the note back in my pocket. To comfort her, I would buy couple of rupees groundnut and slip away. In case she raises an alarm and someone else enters the scene, then I would run away in darkness. There would be hardly any chance to catch me as it was very dark. I knew the area too well and I knew all short-cuts.

See!!! I had done all risk analysis and prepared well. I am not a software engineer for nothing.

All this thinking and preparation boosted my confidence, I felt better as I stood in front of that granny. She was a very old indeed, minimum sixty-five years. Dressed in worn-out sari and she had put on shawl around her and scarf on the head, to protect her from cold weather.

In sweet voice I greeted her. Asked her, "Grand-ma do you have change for a note'. She reciprocated well and said ' let me check...’ checked old worn out cloth-cash-bag, which is very typical in our place. Then she surprised me as she asked, ' Son, to what note you want a change?'. My heart skipped a bit, mouth went dry. I hesitated for a second, tried to wet my lips with a tongue and said ' I need a change for five rupees'.

She took the note examined it in dim light for the denomination. Again sweat beads formed on my forehead. Satisfied with her examination, she put it into her kitty and gave me couple of notes. From then onwards it was cool. I was so excited about the success of whole operation; with out checking what and how much she gave, I just slipped the notes into my pocket and trotted way. I must admit, I was softly running after few feet.

Reached home, my wife gave me a questioning look. She speculated that I might have smoked outside. As she came near me, I told her that I have not smoked. With a effort also my voice sounded strange and husky to myself. Last weekend on her birth day I had promised to quit smoking forever and she hardly believed it. Still feeling suspicious that I might have smoked, she dashed into kitchen.

I went to my room to check whether that granny has given me the right amount or not. I locked the room and turned the God's photo to other side. I pulled out notes that granny had given. My heart skipped a beat, my face turned white and felt weak in knees on seeing what that granny had given me. I crashed into the chair.

I went completely blank. I don't know how long I sat there. I got-up forcibly as I heard knock on the door and my wife's call for supper. Looked at the notes lying on my table, still unable to come into grip with the reality.

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That old lady had given me two three rupees note!!!

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Short Stories

Bottle of Wine!
(inspired by world famous one line story)

Last night I dreamt of bottle of wine. When I woke up it was right in front of me!

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Effective lecturing

He came out pretty tired after delivering a lengthy lecture on environment and global warming. Feeling exhausted, he lighted a cigarette and started inhaling and exhaling the smoke. To young kids professor looked like a tiny factory leaving its exhaust into air.

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ಮಾ ನಿಷಾಧ

ಮಾ ನಿಷಾಧ!

ಆಗ ನನಗಿನ್ನೂ ಹದಿನಾರು
ಅವ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ, ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲೇ ಮಾತು ನೂರಾರು
ನಕ್ಷತ್ರಗಳ ಕಿತ್ತು ಮುಡಿ ಮುಡಿಸುವ ಮಾತೇನು!
ಆ ಆವೇಶ, ಪುಳಕ, ಆದರ್ಶ
ಆ ಬೆರಗು, ಆ ಮಧುರ ಅನುಭೂತಿ, ಆ ಸೊಬಗು,
ಹೊಯ್! ನನಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕೆಬಿಟ್ಟ ನನ್ನ ರಾಜಕುಮಾರ!

ಇನ್ನೇನು ಉಳಿಯಲಿಲ್ಲ ಬದುಕಿನಲಿ ಅನಂತ ಸಂತೋಷದ ವಿನಃ
ಧನ್ಯೋಸ್ಮಿ! ಧನ್ಯೋಸ್ಮಿ!!

ಅದೃಷ್ಟವೋ ದುರಾದೃಷ್ಟವೋ ಆಗಿಹೋಯಿತು
ನನ್ನ ಮದುವೆ ಅವನ ಜೊತೆ
ಎಲ್ಲ ಸಂಭ್ರಮಕ್ಕೂ ಒಂದು ಕೊನೆಯುಂಟು?!
ಅನಂತ ಪುನಾರವರ್ತನೆಯ ಬದುಕು
ಮಕ್ಕಳು, ಅವರ ಓದು, ಮದುವೆ
ಅಸ್ತಿ ಲೆಕ್ಕಚಾರ, ಅವರ ಪ್ರಮೋಷನ್...
ಅವ ದುಡಿತದಲಿ, ಬದುಕಿನ ಓಟದಲಿ ಹಣ್ಣಾದ
ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಬಿಪಿ, ಡೈಯಬಿಟಿಸ್ ಮತ್ತು ನನ್ನ ಮೆನೋಪಾಸ್...

ಈಗ ಹಕ್ಕಿಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಹಾರಿಹೋಗಿ
ಗೂಡಿನಲಿ ನಾವಿಬ್ಬರುಳಿದು ಕಣ್ತೆರೆದು ನೋಡಿದರೆ
ಅವ ಪಿಂಚಿಣಿಗಾಗಿ ಕಾಯುವ ಮುದುಕ
ನಾ ತರಕಾರಿ ಬೆಲೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಯಿತೆಂದು ವಟಗುಟ್ಟುವ ಮುದುಕಿ...

[ಈಗ ಕಡಿಮೆ ನಿದ್ರೆಗಳ ರಾತ್ರಿಗಳಲಿ
ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತೇನೆ ಆ ಹುಣ್ಣಿಮೆ, ನಕ್ಷತ್ರ, ನನ್ನ ರಾಜಕುಮಾರನ
ಬಹುಶಃ ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ಮೊಗ್ಗಲಲ್ಲಿ
ಅವ ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತಿರಬಹುದು ತನ್ನ ಯೌವನವ, ರಾಜಕುಮಾರಿಯ...]

ಕಾಲನೆಂಬ ಬೇಟೆಗಾರಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಬಲಿ
ನನ್ನಲಿ ಮಡುಗಟ್ಟಿದ ವಿಷಾದ... ಮಾ ನಿಷಾಧ!

Flowers won't rue : A Haiku

 Flowers won't rue

 For they do not have to prove

 Only fragrance is true!

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The Disappointment (Story)

The Disappointment (Story)

It all started with Vinay’s email on 14^th Feb. We were all in the office that day. In the email, Vinay had written that he is going to quit drinking and smoking as he found a thing that he longed for his whole life. To celebrate and share his happiness, he would be hosting a last party on Saturday at our regular pub. He would disclose the reason for quitting drinking and smoking only at the party venue.

Before I tell you further, I have to tell you briefly about our group ‘Katte Boyz’. If I have to translate it to English it would roughly mean something like ‘laid-back people who sit on a bench outside the town and chat leisurely’ or something similar to ‘backstreet boyz’ or ‘cool guys’.

There are many visitors on and off, but regular members of katte who meet every week on Friday evening are Keshav, Vinay, VSS, Hebbar, Sadyo and myself. On-and-Off members include many, Dr. Atmaram, Yogesh, Sripathi, and Vatsa. Off late doctor has become quite regular. Most of us work in IT field; we meet on every Friday for drinks and dinner and of course, for recreation. Vinay is Keshav’s cousin. Keshav is three years elder to Vinay. Both accuse each other for spoiling themselves with good habits. You know what I mean by good habits!

Hope that introduction of the group is enough to start the main story. After seeing Vinay’s mail on Thursday morning we were all shell-shocked. A good guy like Vinay giving up smoking and drinking was totally unacceptable. Only reason we could guess was a love affair. Especially VSS was convinced that it couldn’t be anything other than a successful love. February 14^th, the day Vinay sent an e-mail was also suggesting the same thing.

Vinay publicly used to swear that he would never marry. Keshav and his friends would tease him that he would fall in a marital trap soon, and there was one lakh rupees bet between Keshav and Vinay that Vinay will get married before turning 30, and Vinay would always enthusiastically deny it. Some time whole group used to discuss about what we could do in one lakh rupees. How many party we could host in that money or how many beer cans we could buy and all that.

Since Vinay was hosting the party on Saturday, we cancelled our regular Friday meet, so that we can all be fresh and enjoy the party on Saturday. We were all excited about the party for two reasons; party starts at 2:00 PM, will go on till 10 to 11 PM and Vinay was hosting a party for some reason, which had created quite a suspense.

The pub, where party was hosted, is at the outskirts of the west Bangalore, a mile away from Bangalore-Mysore Road. Pub is located in a cool and a calm place. In open air there are small huts where people can sit in private and enjoy. Service was good.

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VSS and Keshav were the first to arrive at the party venue. Vinay, Hebbar and Sadyo were supposed to join the party directly after a short journey from Mysore. VSS had come to the party with full preparation in his own way. VSS is self-proclaimed poet. Your guess is correct. He had come with a poem for the occasion. Title of the poem was "Hunter being hunted."

There was a delay from Vinay in reaching the venue on-time. Keshav and VSS are married beasts, called each other, and met at the venue at 2 PM. Neither of the two cared about the absence of the host, and in true Katte style they started the party. In his inimitable style, that day VSS was drinking beer directly from the pitcher. He felt that we should not waste time in pouring beer from pitcher to mug. A true Katte person! As party began VSS tried to get that secret out of Keshav for he suspected Keshav would be the reason for the party. Keshav asked him to be patient till Vinay makes the announcement.

Finally Vinay, Sadyo and Hebbar arrived to the venue from Mysore around 4 PM. Hebbar had started drinking on the way from Mysore, and others were idiots to not to do so. Whole environment was charged up with an expectation of what could be the reason for the party.

All sat down for a drink, then VSS proudly stood up and announced that he knows the reason for the party and will recite a poem, which he has written it for the occasion. Everyone became curious and looked attentively at VSS. Poem was about the hunter being hunted, falling in love madly, gusty man submitted himself to a beautiful lady and all that. It had obvious reference to Vinay and his supposed-to-be lady love. His guess was, Vinay has proposed to a girl for marriage with a success and Vinay would be getting married soon.

After all that speculation, Vinay stood up and announced that he would be relocating to Germany for long term through SAP Labs where he was working. He said he is not going to quit drinking or smoking and that he just said that to sensationalize the matter. All of us knew Vinay was very crazy about moving to US or Europe. He used to crib for not getting the opportunity early enough.

Except VSS, everybody felt happy and congratulated him. Though VSS congratulated him for the relocation, he was not that happy. Sadyo, who works for Robert Bosch, had been visiting Germany for short trips. He started planning where all they could party in his next trip to Germany. Sadyo and Vinay are childhood friends.

When all of us settled down with news, VSS argued that it was not a good news to celebrate and host a party as Vinay was moving away. He was clearly disappointed that his guess was wrong. He felt only Love should be celebrated in grand style. He was also wondering why Love has become so light now a days.

As group had gulped down considerable amount of beer, everyone started opening up. The whole group got in to discussion why a person falling in love has become a rarity? Why duration of love affair has become so short? And people hardly feel anything about breakup or make up in relationship, and discussion became heavy with arguments and counter arguments.

Later group switched to other lighter topics, but VSS seems to be hanging-in there and was a bit sober through out the party. Usually VSS is very lively in party, but that day he was little out of the place. May be he expected a grand love story from Vinay, but at that moment any other reason for party seemed sillier to him.

Hebbar is a heavily bit tall man. He used to believe in love as a verb than noun. He was amused by VSS’s sober mood. He whispered to Keshav ‘these poets are a bit lunatic’ with a smile, to which Keshav replied with his trade mark compassion in his voice ‘may be they are… but VSS is a good man. '

May be there was something connecting between VSS’s disappointment and Keshav.

We all enjoyed the party till 11 PM and reached home safely without getting into trouble with traffic police. Later, we gave farewell party to Vinay. Vinay flew to Germany on 29^th February.

Mahaveera

What blessing you shower on thy who ask for nothing
Although brave, he holds weapon of nonviolence...
How to defeat thy ? And I surrender to him

(Translation of my kannada triplet.)

ಮಹಾವೀರ

ಮಹಾವೀರ
ಏನನ್ನೂ ಬೇಡದವಗೆ ಏನು ಕೊಡುವೆ ತಂದೆ?
ಮಹಾವೀರನಾಗಿಯೂ ಅಹಿಂಸೆಯ ಅಸ್ತ್ರ ಹಿಡಿದರೆ...
ಹೇಗೆ ಸೋಲಿಸುವುದು ತಂದೆ? ಶರಣಾಗುವುದೊಂದೆ

You Are My Sweet Death!

Before I met you, I was full of life
May be I thought so at that instance of my life
First thing you did to me was destroy my self
And gave me a new birth
You are my sweet death!

Now I am as pure as Jesus, as calm as Buddha
as true as Allah and as strong as Gandhi
I just wonder from where did I acquire all this strength
But I understand no new birth is possible without death
You are my sweet death!

From The Corporate world

From The Corporate world...

I want to be a Child again
I want to dance in the rain
Do you know what I have lost?
Innocence, to which my heart was host

Once I had your love to boost
Now I am nothing but a living ghost
Fate ate our love like a ghoul
Tell me did we play foul?

Do you know once I was sane
This world didn't allow me to stay the same
It planted weeds in my heart
That's exactly when I lost

You will have to trust me again
To save me from all this pain
Assure me that it will rain
Which will wash away all the pain

The Distance

I talk to you
I hold you,
Still I wonder
How to make you feel
What I feel about you

I try harder
I fail I just watch you (in despair)
I forget my surroundings & myself
Slowly 'I' vanish I see 'you' all around

Again I try to talk to you
I try to hold you
Again I feel the distance
Again 'I' fail
And I understand

ಅದ್ವೈತ

ಅದ್ವೈತ

ಒಂದಿಹಿದು ಸತ್ಯ
ಅದನ್ನು ನೀವು
ಎರಡೆಂದರೆ ದ್ವೈತ
ಮೂರೆಂದರೆ ಅನುಮಾನ
ನಾಕೆಂದರೆ ಭ್ರಮೆ
ಐದೆಂದರೆ ಹುಚ್ಚುತನ
ಆರೆಂದರೆ ಸಂಸಾರ!!!

Welcome to VidyaShankar's page

Dear Reader,

Welcome to VidyaShankar's page. I want to use blogging to enhance my writing skills and plan to post my writings in English and in Kannada as well. Be with me in this adventure, it will sure be fun and enthralling.

Regards,
VidyaShankar Harapanahalli