Saturday, October 31, 2009

Rainbows from acid rain

Rain causes rainbow.... rainbows are beautiful... they give you a sense of hope and peace amidst gloomy cloudy sky and thundering downpour.... what makes them beautiful? is it the light? is it the water? or is it the sky in which light is scattered? or is it just the rainbow itself.. :)

Rainwater is supposed to be the purest form of water.. but due to pollution, they are far from purity nowadays.. acid rains are common in big cities...

If a rainbow is formed by acid rain, would the rainbow still look beautiful? Or because the rain is due to pollution, would the colors be different? would the rainbow be even visible due to the pollution in the sky??!!

When there is light and are water drops, there'll always be rainbows... They say, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.. But can the eyes see the rainbow to appreciate it?

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Numbers!

.... he liked numbers.... they were always a part of curious thought processes which created his existence.... numbers... meant quantity... there were many things which could be quantified.... most things could be expressed in terms of numbers and logistic conclusions could be derived upon... its amazing, he thought, that things can be understood and perceived better just because you can quantify them in terms of numbers.... what would the world be, if the numbers were non-existant? would we cease to exist? not really... but then what would have happened to our understanding of the surroundings.... would we 'see' nature differently? what would happen to all the firsts.. the lasts... there would be no mathematics in school! no history may be... no economics.... hey! that means no banking... money will then no longer be a parameter in life! hmmm.... grueling-intriguing-yet totally random and stupid-thoughts, he wondered, whether it happened only to him...

he liked odd numbers.... may be he liked them bcos they were alternate.... but so were even numbers! well... it starts with a 1 always which is an odd number.... on second thoughts, it actually starts with a zero! hmm... zero, he concluded, is neither even nor odd... so what was the reason? may be they were like him... slightly odd... different...

his madness increased day by day... insanity was soon becoming his another side.... and now suddenly he is in love with the number 2... may be because he has started liking squares.... although historically he loved b3, suddenly he is now in love with b2....

his confusion knew no bounds.. but he always found solace in doing precious things.... strange was his life now.... yet beautiful!

Monday, October 5, 2009

Understanding.......

It is a luxury to be understood...
--- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Go on and on......

"I could go on and on and on..." he said.
"seriously though", she thought, "how could one go on and on with words! words are limited isnt it? oh, may be he would invent more of them.. but there are only 26 characters..... she had learnt in school that the maximum number of words possible is 26!....
what will he do after that?? hmm.... may be he'll create more characters...
how would he create them?? assign new shapes, may be....
what shape would they be?? wouldnt he run out of shapes??"
she had heard shapes can be random and hence infinite in number...
"may be", she thought, "thats what he meant when he said he could go on and on...."
the young teenager wondered lying on the riverbed, "if he went on creating new words and characters and shapes, he could certainly go on, but how would anybody else understand? or is it only sufficient if one puts across his thoughts without caring about whether others understand them or not?? then", she wondered, "why even try and tell it out?".........

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Dreams are for real...... :)

the window stood there, open and clear...
it was hard to control, his mind wouldnt steer..

he had seen her before, by the window sill...
oh! they were photos, where she was still...

now he could see, the princess moving around...
thats when he knew, his joy had no bound..

dressed she was, in black and black..
his favorite color, he kept looking back...

she showed her palace, and he his hut..
all this happened, with the door firmly shut..

a certain random wind, would come barging in...
when view of the window, would quickly become thin...

he longed to see her again, to look into her eyes...
to jump out of the window, would certainly be nice...

he loved his beautiful angel, but this wait was a travail...
he wanted the life to end, but his love to prevail...

he thought of the princess, the fairy came in a zap...
there was a wand-tap, and he was on her lap....

the princess whispered, oh - this is surreal...
you taught me, said he, that dreams are for real........

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

random shayari....

दिल में दिमाग़ में जो सोच रहती है |
कभी कभी ज़ुबान पर आजाती है ||
यह दिल का तड़पन है क्या बताऊं |
ये तो अब रोज़ की कहानी है क्या सुनाऊं ||

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Hamma Hamma ---- kannada version could be like this???

ಅಂದು ಅರಬಿ ಕಡಲಲ್ಲಿ,
ಒಂದು ಹುಡುಗಿಯ ಕಂಡೆ ನಾ,
ಅವಳಂದ ಚಂದವ ನೋಡುತಲೀ,
ಸೋತೇ ನಾನಲ್ಲಿ... ಹಮ್ಮ.. ಹಮ್ಮ... ಹಮ್ಮ ಹಮ್ಮ ಹಮ್ಮ....

ಇವಳು ರಂಭೆ-ಊರ್ವಶಿಯೋ,
ಧರೆಗಿಳಿದಾ ಮೇನಕೆಯೋ,
ಇವಳಾ ಮೈಮಾಟವ ನೋಡುತಲೀ,
ಸೋತೇ ನಾನಲ್ಲಿ... ಹಮ್ಮ.. ಹಮ್ಮ... ಹಮ್ಮ ಹಮ್ಮ ಹಮ್ಮ....

ಒಮ್ಮೆ theatreನಲಿ, ಒಮ್ಮೆ parkನಲಿ ; ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನ ಕಂಡೆ |
ಮನೋಲ್ಲಾಸವ, ಹುಚ್ಚು - ಪ್ರೇಮವ; ನೀನು ತಂದು ಕೊಟ್ಟೆ ||

lalbaghನಲಿ cubbon parkನಲಿ; ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನ ಕಂಡೆ|
ನಿನ್ನ ನೋಡುತಲಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಮಾಡುತಲಿ,
ಸೋತೇ ನಾನಲ್ಲೇ.... ಹಮ್ಮ.. ಹಮ್ಮ.... ಹಮ್ಮ ಹಮ್ಮ ಹಮ್ಮ....

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

ಪಶ್ಚಾತ್ತಾಪ


ಕಯ್ಯಲಿ ಚಕಮಕಿಸುತಿಹ ಚಾಕು - ಆಗಿಹುದು ಹರಿತ |
ಮನದಲಿ ಬಡಬಡಿಸುತಿಹ ಇಚ್ಛೆ - ಭರವಾದ ಇರಿತ ||

ಈ ಪರಿಯ ಕ್ರೌರ್ಯವ ಎಸಗುವುದು - ನನ್ನ ಇಂಗಿತ |
ಸಂಚಿನ ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ನೀ ಮಲಗಿರುವೆ - ಚಿಂತಾ-ರಹಿತ ||

ಒಂದು ಕಯ್ಯಲಿ ಹಿಡಿದೆನು ನಿನ್ನ ಶರೀರವ |
ತಡೆಯಲಾರದೆ ಹೋದೆನು ಮನದ ಉದ್ವೇಗವ ||

ತ್ವರಿತದಲಿ ಇರಿದೆನು ನಿನ್ನ ಕೋಮಲ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯನು |
ಚಿಮ್ಮಿತು ನಿನ್ನ ನೆತ್ತರು; ನಡುಗಿಸಿತು ನನ್ನ ಕೈಗಳನು ||

ಜೀವದ್ರವವು ಹರಿಯುವುದ ನೋಡಿ ಅದೇಕೋ ಅರಿಯೆ |
ಚಿತ್ತದಿ ಹೊರಹೊಮ್ಮಿತು ಯೋಚನೆ - ನಾ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು ಸರಿಯೆ? ||

ತಡೆಯಲಾರದೆ ಮನದ ದುಗುಡದ ನಿರ್ಭರ |
ಹರಿಯಿತು ಕಣ್ಣೀರ ಧಾರೆಯ ಮಹಾಪೂರ ||

ಕಂಬನಿ ಇಟ್ಟರೂ, ಇದರಿಂದ ತಗುಲಿತೇ ನನಗೆ ಪಾಪ |
ಅಥವಾ ಮಾಡಿಹ ಕೃತ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಇದೇ ದೇವರಿಟ್ಟ ಶಾಪ? ||

ಪಶ್ಚಾತ್ತಾಪದಿ ಕ್ಷಮೆ ಯಾಚಿಸುವೆ - ನನ್ನೀ ನೀರಸ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ |
ಹೇ ಸ್ವಾದ-ಭೋಗದ ರಾಣಿ - ನನ್ನ ಮೆಚ್ಚಿನ ಈರುಳ್ಳಿ....... ||


ಈರುಳ್ಳಿ ಹೆಚ್ಚುವಾಗ ನಿಮಗೂ ಈ ರೀತಿ ಅನುಭವ ಆಗಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ, ನನಗೆ ಬರೆದು ತಿಳಿಸಿ....... :)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

People and relationships........

I dont know where I read this first... But its a very interesting theory....

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person..

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.


Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.


LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other
relationships and areas of your life.

It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant...

Saturday, January 3, 2009

ಕರೆಯೋಲೆ....

ಕಡಲಲ್ಲಿನ ಸೊಬಗ; ಒಡಲಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಂದಿರುವೆ |
ಪ್ರೇಮ-ನಾವಿಕನ ವಿಹರಿಸುವ ಮೋಹದಲೆ ನೀನೆ ||

ಕಂಡು ಎದೆಯಲ್ಲಿಯ ಪ್ರತಿಮೆ; ಚಿಮ್ಮಿತುಲ್ಲಾಸದ ಚಿಲುಮೆ |
ಮನ-ಕಾರಂಜಿಯ ಸಜಿಸುವ ವರ್ಣೋದಕ ನೀನೆ ||

ಕ್ಷಣ-ಕ್ಷಣವು ನೀನಿರುವೆ; ನೆನಪಾಗಿ ಕಾಡಿರುವೆ |
ಕಣ-ಕಣದಿ ಹರಿಯುತಿಹ ಜೀವರಸ ನೀನೆ ||

ಉಸಿರಲ್ಲಿ ಉಸಿರಾಗಿ; ಕಣ್ಣ ನೋಟವೇ ನೀನಾಗಿ |
ಕಿವಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನುಡಿಯುತಿಹ ಪ್ರಣಯರಾಗವು ನೀನೆ ||

ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ತುಂಬಿರುವೆ; ನೆರಳಾಗಿ ಜೊತೆಗಿರುವೆ |
ಹೃದಯದಲಿ ಅನುಘರ್ಜಿಸುವ ಪ್ರೇಮ-ದು೦ದುಭಿ ನೀನೆ ||

ಶೃಂಗಾರದ ಆಗಸದಿ; ಶಶಿಯ೦ತೆ ಬೆಳಗಿರುವೆ |
ಮಿಲನದ ಕರೆಯೋಲೆಯ ಹಸ್ತಾಕ್ಷರ ನೀನೆ ||

Sunday, November 2, 2008

The unsung saga of a legend.....

It was very late in the night -- about 2:30 am. I was chatting with my friend and had decided to call it a day and push off for sleep. Being the true Indian, I thought of having a look at the score and then retire into my sleeping bag after a pretty uneven and rough day. Laxman and dada were at the crease and were playing well. And then, suddenly, out of nowhere came this breaking news ---


I read and re-read the lines several times... It took a few moments to sink in.. About 13000 kms away, on precisely the opposite side of the globe - The legend and the greatest match winner for India - Anil Kumble, had decided to call it a day!!
The next few minutes went in searching the net to get a sneak preview of live feed of the telecast. But unfortunately, that was not to be...

The first thing I spoke after getting up in the morning was breaking this news to my room-mate. We both sat together and then, the inevitable mourning started.... Its now about 6 hrs and 19 mins since I got up and started mourning... For a man who has bagged 619 test wickets and nearly half of that (311) in ODIs, this was the only way we could pay our tribute too.. Thats when I decided to put my thoughts in here...

There have been many heroes in Indian cricket. I started following cricket from the time when the nation was hit by the franzy of an emerging (if not already a legend) teenager -- the Sachin mania. Each and every citizen in the country was dazzled by this youngster and truly so. He was a master in the making, and was proving it all over the world. Then emerged two gems on an England tour -- Rahul Dravid and Sourav Ganguly.
However, there was one man who was constantly performing and winning matches for India and was a fighter - yet, going all the way unnoticed. Unnoticed? well not really... India would seldom win matches abroad and all the scrutiny was on the bowlers not being able to delilver. Media and the selectors found a very favourite person to easily pin-point -- Anil Kumble - the once bespectacled, lean and tall teenager who couldnt turn the ball and yet call himself a leg spinner. Not many realized that the prized and celebrated batting line-up seldom put up scores on the board too. If the batsmen find it difficult to bat in alien conditions why shouldnt the bowlers feel the same? It was incredible how the whole nation missed this point, but yet, the sheer determination and constant desire to compete never bothered the legend - Kumble.

It made me wonder so many times what made the media go after Kumble as easily as they did. Well, it wasnt all that difficult to realize that he had been a prolific contributor to Indian victories at home. He was the lethal weapon which Mohd. Azharuddin and Sachin Tendulkar had utilized to bowl out oppositions. He was India's trump card and the captain always believed that. The opponents never underestimated him too. He was one of the most feared in the Indian team. So, it could be due to a combination of lack of foreign victories and the lack of prolificacy of this performer that he was a constant target of criticism. But true to his nature, he did performace do the talking for him.

I remember the days (1996 World cup time) when the opening batsmen started slogging in the first 15 overs and inevitably, the captain would beckon Kumble to bowl. This was a new challenge and Kumble responed with the way he was used to - by delivering. He had the dual job of containing the batsmen (to reduce the scoring rate) as well as pick up wickets (as he was the strike bowler). For years to come, he shouldered the responsibility with ease and delivered. How often have we seen captain use one main fast bowler - Srinath - and any other bowler just to take off the shine of the new ball, so that Kumble could be asked to bowl as soon as possible. This has been the story since a long time.

A few of the moments which puts Kumble above the rest:
(a) Built a partnership with Srinath to win a ODI for India at Bangalore. Not only did he remain calm and played responsibly, he also had to steady and calm the adrenalin pumped Srinath.. How can we forget their mothers cheering their sons from the stands... The memory brings a smile... :)
(b) Of course, the Firoz Shah Kotla.... 10 wickets in an innings... only the second player to have done it ever... no need to say anything else, I suppose..
(c) Gets loads of praises for that achievement including renaming the MG Road's Oriental Circle as the "Anil Kumble Circle".
(d) Probably the greatest display of the intense fighting spirit and putting team and cricket before anything else came in 2002 in the tour of West Indies.. Having fractured his jaw due to a bouncer from Mervyn Dillon, Kumble comes back on the field, heavily strapped, and bowls 14 overs of guile, guts and determination and claims Lara's wicket. To me, that put Kumble on the pinnacle of sporting heroes.
(e) Breaks Kapil's record and pushes onto a tally of 619 test wickets and ends up the highest wicket taker for India in both forms of cricket.
(f) Scores a century against England and fulfils his long cherished dream.
(g) In his final match, comes on to the field and bowls 40 odd overs in the first innings with 11 stitches on his left hand and claims 3 wickets...

A few regrets:
(a) He did not get a hat-trick, although he came close to it on so many occassions.
(b) He did not end up a world cup winner which he rightly deserved.

Kumble - the legend will be missed. But I am happy that songs are now being heard of the unsung hero. He did get a fitting adeau and it is heartening to see people stand up and recognize him for what he has done for Indian cricket.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

USಗೆ ಬಂದಮೇಲೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿಯ ಜೀವನದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಕೆಲವು ಅನಿಸಿಕೆಗಳು...

ಸಮುದ್ರರಾಜನ
ವೈಶಾಲ್ಯದ ಮೇಲೆ ಹಾರಿ ಬಂದೆ |
ನೀರೇ ಇಲ್ಲದ ಮರುಭೂಮಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇಳಿದು ನಿಂದೆ ||
ಪ್ರೀತಿ-ವಾತ್ಸಲ್ಯದಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿದ ವಾತಾವರಣವ ತೊರೆದೆ |
ಬೂಟಾಟಿಕೆಯ ಮಮತೆ, ನಾಟಕೀಯ ನಡತೆಯ ಕಂಡು ಬೆರಗಾದೆ ||

ಹೊರದೇಶದ ಬಾಳಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಕಾಣುತಿದೆ ಜೀವನದ ವೈವಿಧ್ಯಮಯ ಮುಖ...
ನನ್ನವರು ಇರುವರು ನನ್ನ ದೇಶದಲ್ಲಿ
ಇದ ನೆನೆಯುವುದರಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಒಂದು ಬಗೆಯ ಸುಖ...


ಇಲ್ಲಿಯ ಜೀವನ ಶೈಲಿಯನ್ನು ರತ್ನನ ಪದಗಳ ಧಾಟಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೀಗೆ ಹೇಳಬಹುದು ಅಲ್ವೇ?

ನೋಡಾಕ್ ಒಂದ್ photo-id,
ವಿಚಾರ್ಸಕ್ ಒಂದ್ email-id,
ಬರ್ ಬೇಕು english ಕೊಂಚ....
ಉಜ್ಜಾಕ್ ಒಂದ್ credit-card,
ಇಲ್ದೇದ್ರೆ debit-card,
ಇದ್ರಾಯ್ತು american ಪರ್ ಪಂಚ....
ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷದ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳನ್ನು ನನಗೆ ತೋಚಿದಂತೆ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದನ್ನು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಸಂಕಲನದ ಮೊದಲ ಪದ್ಯವನ್ನಾಗಿ ಅರ್ಪಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ....

ಬೀಳಲಿ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮೇಲೆ ಹರ್ಷಗಳ ವರ್ಷ |
ಆಗಲಿ ಯಶಸ್ಸಿನ ಉತ್ಕರ್ಷದ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶ ||
ನಡೆಯಲಿ ಆದರ್ಶಗಳ ಪರಾಮರ್ಶ |
ಚೈತನ್ಯ ಸ್ಫೂರ್ತಿಗಳ ತರಲಿ ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷ ||


ಆತಂಕವಾದವು ಹೆಮ್ಮರದಂತೆ ಬೇರೂರಿ ಬೆಳೆದಿರುವ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನನಗೆ ತೋಚಿದ್ದು....

ನಿಶೆಯ
ಕತ್ತಲಲಿ ಶಶಿಯ ಅನುಪಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಲಿ
ಅಂತರಾಳದಿಂದ ಹೊರಹೊಮ್ಮುವುದು ಭೀತಿಯ ಜ್ವಾಲಾಗ್ನಿ....
ಹಗಲಿನ ಬೆಳಕಲ್ಲಿ ಅರ್ಕನ ಆಕ್ರೋಧದಲಿ
ಮೂಡುತಿದೆ ಏಕೆ ಮಾನವರಲಿ ದ್ವೇಶದ ಜಠರಾಗ್ನಿ?

ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದಲೇ ಮಿಲನ, ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದಲೇ ಜೀವನ....
ದೈವ ಭಕ್ತಿಯೊಂದಿಗೆ, ತೋರುವುದು ಸಮಾನ ತುಲನ..
ದ್ವೇಶ-ಅಸೂಯೆ ಎಂಬುದು ಒಂದು ಕರಾಳ ಕಾನನ...
ಅದನು ತೊರೆದರೆ ಇರುವುದು ಸುಖವು ಕ್ಷಣ-ಕ್ಷಣ....