Leaves of My Tree

I am not a poet, I cannot see something in nothing. I am not a lyricist, I cannot make you feel through my songs. I am not an author, I do not write pages about ages. I may not see beauty in the moon, But I can reflect her. I may not word my feelings soon, But I can hear yours. I am a stenographer Blessed with the art to scribble the feelings of your heart. ( A poem written when I was in school. I found it recently while cleaning my room!)

Its a lonely path, I tread alone To walk all the way all alone I don't know where to go, I can't stop going I don't know what to do, I can't stop doing No stones, no thorns, nothing to peirce not even horns, The path is free, and so I am bound. I wonder why I fear, no boulder is near. I have walked all the way And reached new places every day. I can trow, drag, walk even run But is it possible to reach the horizon? Freedom binds reasoned minds Path determined; distance reminds.

Sixteen thousand people... all dressed in Khaki uniform, to hear their leader, the 6th Sarsanghchalak Mananiya Shri Mohan ji Bhagvath. I must say it was a sight to see. A speech worth its time and energy! This is not the first time that I have heard such a speech or seen such a sight. But this time there was something more that was not so pleasing. The discipline that is exhibited by the swayamsevaks is usually blatantly in contrast to the disorganised behaviour of the general public, also present to hear the speech. but this time it was not so. A significant part of the younger swayamsevaks seemed to be on an excursion, happily roaming around the field, exhibiting complete disinterest in the speech which was meant to be the purpose of their visit. Busy eating icecreams, taking pictures and littering away the place... all this was agin by the younger swayamsevaks. All the swayamsevaks carry a danda (a bamboo stick five feet long) which is an integral part of their uniform. The age

"Oh my god... you have not changed at all.. how come?" " how come you still remember kannada? Oh goodness you still talk in our style!!" " You just came from Canada no? how come you are still wearing a bindi and saree? you dont do style????" ( !?!) " She is lying. She did not go to foreign. Look.. she does not wear western clothes." "She still sings in kannada songs. Why will a person from foreign sing in kannada.. that too before god?" " How come you dont have beads and different colour hair streaks?" " Thank God... you dint cut your hair." I am sure most of us would have been subjected to such conversations specially when we get the status of ' foreign-returned'. I have never been able to understand the reason behind such converstaions: whether they are conversations for the sake of starting a meaningful one or presumed to be meaningful perse. I would be apalled if it is meant to be the later. In eithe

There have been many movies that have fantasised the concepts of alien existence. One such brilliantly made movie is District 9. The animations in the movie does not look animated at all! (Animation is probably is one such profession where it looks best when it achieves its exact opposite). Kudos to the entire team of District 9. What particularly drew my mind in the entire movie is the relationship between response and stimulus. I am reminded of a saying.." If men were triangles, God would also be a triangle". In other words, man conceptualises things the way he sees himself. It has been very recently that man has begun to imagine different shapes of living beings with equal, inferior or superior intelligence. It took human mind quite a few years to reach this stage. However,till date, he has not been in a position to think beyond his emotions. This is exactly what caught my attention in the movie.The aliens in the movie look like prawns. What they spoke was not comp

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Jen-1ofuU4 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9kladiGQlk Look at that Child prodigy. Her body language, her attitude is so child-like. She is playing with her necklace.. really not bothered about what's happening around her... I doubt if she even knows the gravity of her knowledge. I am stunned by that ' indifferent' answering! May be it is the pre-acquired knowledge. A knowledge that was acquired by her in the previous birth! I am quite skeptical about the concept of punarjanma, Karma theory etc..... I do not know if there is something of that sort. May be the rational in me is not ready to accept it without a 'studied and established proof' or may be I am that ignorant to even conceptualise it or may be my ego in its sublime level does not want to accept the fact of evident superiority in other people. But when I see such videos, I am humbled. It definitely has not convinced me about the existence of such 'surreality'. It m

ಇಂದು ಹೊಸದಾಗಿ ಕೇಳಿದ ಪದ . ವೈಚಾರಿಕ ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರ . ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಏನಂತೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾ ? ಒಂದು ಹುಡುಗಿಯನ್ನ ಇಷ್ಟ ಪಟ್ಟು ಆಕೆಗೆ ಹೇಳದೆ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮಂಡಿಗೆ ತಿನ್ನುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ವೈಚಾರಿಕ ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರ ಅಂತ ನಾಮಕರಣ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ ಒಬ್ಬರು ಮಹಾನುಭಾವರು . ಆಹಾ ! Concept ಕೇಳಿ shock ಆಯ್ತು . ಅಲ್ಲಾ ... ಪಾಪ . ಒಂದು ಹುಡುಗಿಯನ್ನ ಇಷ್ಟಪಟ್ಟು ಯಾವುದೊ ಕಾರಣಕ್ಕೆ , ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಧೈರ್ಯ ಆಗದೆ ನೋ ಅಥವಾ ಕೇಳಿದ್ರೆ ಅವಳು ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಬೇಜಾರು ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಂಡು ಮಾತು ಕೂಡ ಆಡದೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಇರುವ ಸಂಬಂಧವನ್ನು ಕಡ್ಕೊಂಡು ಬಿಡ್ತಾಳೆ ಅಂತಾನೋ ... ಏನೋ ಕಾರಣಕ್ಕೆ ಆ ಹುಡುಗ ಅವಳಿಗೆ ಹೇಳದೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ , ಅವನಿಗೆ ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರಿ ಅಂತ ಹೆಸರು ಇಡೋದು ಏನು ಸೊಗಸು ? ಅತಿರೇಕ ಅಷ್ಟೆ . ಹೀಗೆ ಮಾತಾಡಿದಾಗ confuse ಆಗುತ್ತೆ . ಇದು ಹೆಣ್ಣಿನ ಮರ್ಯಾದೆಯನ್ನು ಕಾಪಾಡಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಹೇಳಿದ ಮಾತು , ಆದರೆ ನಿಜವಾಗ್ಲೂ ಹಾಗೆ ಅರ್ಥ ಕೊಡುತ್ತಾ ಅಂತ . i can put it is crass terms. i will avoid it though. ಈ ಪದ ಕೇಳಿ ವಿಚಿತ್ರ ಅನ್ನಿಸಿತ್ತು . ಮತ್ತೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಇದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದೆ . ಆ ಮನುಷ್ಯ , ಮತ್ತೊಂದು extension ಕೊಟ್ಟ . ಹಾಗಿದ್ರೆ , ಈ dating ಗೆ ಹೋಗುವವರೆಲ್ಲ ಏನು ವೈಚಾರಿಕ ವ್ಯಭಿಚಾರಿಗಳಂತಾ ಅಂತ ಕೇಳಿದ . very thoughtful question i must say. i la

I am going to get married in a while. People say it is a love marriage. I believe it to be so because I chose the guy. I do not know if I love him. But I just know that I cannot imagine a life without him around me. May be that is love... I do not know. I am writing this because, off late, I have been having such conversation with people around me who are looking for life partners. They have come up with a common statement when I have asked them as to why they have not found one yet, when they had a chance of meeting so many people. They have said " annisalilla" ( the feeling never arose). This statement has confused me. I asked my fiance if he loves me. He says yes. But when I asked him what love is he did not know it. When I accepted his proposal, the only thought that was in my mind was ' A known devil is better than an unknown God'. I would have had to marry somebody at some point in my life. I tried analysing his personality. I did not find any reason to reject

Long time... Infact there have been a lot of things about which I had an opinion that I wanted to share. In the meanwhile, Things got quite bad that I had to rethink my opinion about myself. I irresponsibly lost my debit card. Then I was more irresponsible to I lose my wallet. The next week I fell down and hurt myself. In short, I have successfully managed to irritate myself. That apart, things are moving on in a slow pace with me these days. But nevertheless, the only satisfaction is that they have not stopped. One of the thing that really amused me this month was the statement by our Minister Mr. Gulam Nabi Azad. "Distribute TV to the villages in order to check the growth of population." Quite an interesting and amusing thought process! He supported this statement by explaining that this would be a medium of entertainment, as a result of which the population could be controlled. Imagine, if in the course of time, villages also get infected with B grade movies, which are sh

For a while I have kept wondering if the term not bad was tantamount to saying good. I know that world is not in black and white. When you say your condition is not good you mean to say that your conditio is bad. But when you say your condition is not bad, you dont intend to mean good. Why is this? Now with respect to good people and bad people. There are a few good people and there are a few bad people. and there are a few not bad people. Such are the ones whom we neither consider as harmful nor as useful. They are the grey ones. Infact they are the inactive ones. Like those not-dishonest ministers who do not take the bribe but at the same time are not honest enough to raise their voices against those who do take bribe. They tend to do so for they have to remain in that system. I have been told by many that if you do not tolerate such things it would be very difficult for you to stay in the system. And it is impossible to change the sytem if you are not within the system. What a

I do not like Rakhi Savant. May be that is the reason why I am the regular viewer of her new reality show 'Rakhi ka Swayamwar'. The show started with 16 men of different sectors, different cities, different classes.. competing under one roof to mate ( the word is used in all its positive sense) a woman... in this case Rakhi. The first thing that came to my mind was a clip from the documentary Planet Earth where a dancing bird spreads its feathers in different fashions and colours to attract the female partner. Believe me... I thought it was a beautiful scene of nature, an innocent and intense feeling to keep alive your entity. This show is everything except innocence. Infact, it completely is surrounded by the aura of nonsense. I believe in India, marriage which was being called as a union, had already been changed to be termed as a contract by our laws. Well, a few years ago, I had heard a friend's mother talking about a boy and had used the word 'marriage materia

(This peice has been reproduced verbatim from the newsletter by Dr.Mardy Grothe. I enjoyed reading this. I hope you will too). On July 2, 1917, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree died at age 64 in London. The half-brother of the writer and caricaturist Max Beerbohm, he began his career as an actor and ended as the most successful theater manager in thehistory of the English stage. The founder of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, he was a prominent figure in London society and is still regarded as one of England's great wits. Throughout his life, Tree kept a small notebook which he used for keeping track of engagements. He alsoused it to record epigrams and aphorisms, many of which have become favorites of quotation lovers: "Every man is a potential genius until he does something." "A gentleman is one who doesn't care whether he is one or not." "A man never knows what a fool he is until he is imitated by one." "It is difficult to be thoroughly

I want to lead a lonely life, away from all the sorrow and evil. Far away from the city's cacophony, Amongst the trees dense, deep in the woods; Listening to the Nature's rhythm: The rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, The dancing of flowers to the melody of the breeze, Lingering to mysef the song of my heart, Strange and unheard to my own soul; No wonder 'sole' rhymes with 'soul', Soul solely helps us reach the goal, So ... I want to lead a lonely life. Away from all the tesion and obligation; To lead a happy life?or is it sheer escapism? Mounted with fear of being a failure; Well .... cowards turn their backs to life. Run away leaving behind the challenging strife. In the pertext of listening to their soul. Yes... soul does rhyme with sole sole also means ego... hindrance to goal.. So... you want to lead a lonely life? Things are thus, good and bad, accept it; Life is thus, happy and sad, but live it; Don't leave it. ( A thought that came to my mind

Can I forget you friend? You were there for me always… You wrote my essays ,You taught me my speech. When I was confused, you chose me my love.. And I loved it for you told me to. You told me the way to live with it, But you also made me strong to live without it. Can I forget the day when I felt proud For you said that I could beat the crowd; I remember the day that day when I came to leave you.. Wondering how I would live without you, But you made me think that you were never away For you were there here in your own way. Today… you are back, you are here. But I am afraid you have changed, Which has made us estranged. No longer am I anything in your life I have accepted this after an inner strife. I wonder whether it is a dead end… But can I forget you friend? Can I forget you friend? ( A peice written for a dear friend of mine. Things change, relationships change, but memories remain!)

Why can’t parents be like children? Why can’t parents be like us? Children are so innocent; even when they go around bantering, Though they are behind the pranks, without a ray of diffidence! Calmly wait for the consequence, optimistic in anticipation. But parents are so suspicious; always go around searching, Indicting the blame on the children with words sharp and dense Impatient to wait for the results, ever agog for investigation. Why can’t parents be like children? Why can’t parents be like us? We are so sensible, far sighted with a vision, Always think in the long run, which reflects in every thought and action; We wish to stroll in the sun and drench in the rain; It is imperative for diseases to restrain. Parents are so ludicrous,grown-up, but have no perception; Each and every instruction reflects restriction and convention. Didn’t they teach boiling and cooling milk is Pasteurisation?A method of milk conservation? then why can’t they? Why can’t they understand the concept of h

The sun only seemed a cracker shining forever, The moon a nice ball of butter, And the stars seem tiny flowers; And some of them under the covers. From a distance the mountain is only a heap; And that lake? In a small bowl you can keep. From atop the sea doesn’t seem deep. But the moon is rough and the sun is a big ball of fire The stars are brighter and the unseen could be bigger The mountain is huge and the lake can overflow. The sea is certainly not shallow . As we go near, better we get to know it… Just as a human heart which is as small as a fist But it can home all whom you list. (from my previous blog)

Every day I look at a star, That particular star in the north. I wait for it to appear; And when there is cloud I have a tear, Often I have a tear. The cloud seems thick Though I have not measured it. It prevents the starlight That makes my face bright. I talk to the star, It never seems to hear; I look at it, I look at it, I am never seen by it even a bit. Why does man wish that which can’t be his? Why take tension to attarct attention Of something that gives you no affection…but How do I tell myself to attain satisfaction? ( quite a compulsarily rhymed poem.. again from my previous blog)

Love, for you will lose yourself if you hate, Care, for everybody deserves it, and you know it when others don’t. Talk. For it is the only thing that can give silence its meaning. Cut? For writing could be redundant without it. Smoke only to know what is more dangerous… Cry coz you needed the injury to make you better person, Be happy… for it can make you austere. Try. That is the only road to success; Live for you also do not know the purpose of your life; Lie when it can delight someone, for truth could be grave. Ask for you are not perfect and you do not know who is. These need not help one acheive the goal But I am sure they will satisfy the soul. (from my previous blog)

I came from there down with dreams of my own, To see the world and to be your world. I came from there down so that I could be your own. I want to grow old and never get sold, For I have seen your life, always full of strife. Holding your fists tight You have stood by the right. When you heard of my existence Happy at the very instance, I know you danced, whenever you found a chance. I promise you from your womb To keep you so till my tomb. I know I am a girl, but I assure the victory flag will unfurl. Papa will never be let by me to bury in debt. At my cost I will marry He need not pay the dowry. I promise never to be a burden and that is for certain. I will reach the sky , will be as good as a boy. Mama, Give me a chance With you I will dance. I came from there down With dreams of my own; Don’t pluck the bud forever, I will be deprived of being a flower. Mama, I love You. Convince papa, can you? (The poem was written long long ago on my previous blog. I decided to transfer the conten

Insecurity complex is something that I had heard of and spoken a lot about, but had never experienced it. May be that was one of the reasons why had never understood my mother in law fully. It is one of the most intense thoughts that come to ones mind when one's power or authority seems to reduce, or when one has to compete for something that was always available for no effort previously. This complex is apparently, domestically prevalent among women. May be the complex of men does not get so blatant on the home front for in our society it is the woman who is the soul of the home. A woman in our society mostly confines herself to family and kids. That is the only place where her work has to give her the results. In case of a working woman, things are much different. It is enough to boost one's confidence if one's work outside is appreciated. She is knows she is capable of something. But in case of a home-maker, the only people who would give her that confidence to see he

ಬೇಡಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ಧನ್ಯತೆ ಬೇಡದೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ಅರ್ಹತೆ ಬೇಕಾಗಿದ್ದು ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ತೃಪ್ತಿ ಬೇಕಿಲ್ಲದ್ದು ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ವ್ಯರ್ಥ ಸಿಕ್ಕದೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಂತಿರುವುದು ಮಾಯೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕು ಸಿಗದಂತಿರುವುದು ನಿರ್ಲಿಪ್ತತೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದು ಸಿಕ್ಕಂತೆ ಇರುವುದು ಸತ್ಯ. ವಸ್ತುವಿಗೆ ಇರದ ಭಾವ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಬರದ ಭಾವ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಬರುವ ಭಾವ ವಸ್ತುವಿಗೆ ಕೊಡುವ ಭಾವ .

ಸಕಲ ಗ್ರಹ ಬಲ ನೀನೆ ಸರಸಿಜಾಕ್ಷ ನಿಖಿಲ ರಕ್ಷಕ ನೀನೆ ವಿಶ್ವವ್ಯಾಪಕನೆ ರವಿ ಚಂದ್ರ ಬುಧ ನೀನೆ ರಾಹು ಕೇತುವು ನೀನೆ ಕವಿ ಗುರು ಶನಿಯು ಮಂಗಳನು ನೀನೆ ದಿವರಾತ್ರಿಯು ನೀನೆ ನವವಿಧಾನವು ನೀನೆ ಭವರೋಗ ಹರ ನೀನೆ ಭೇಷಜನು ನೀನೆ ಪಕ್ಷ ಮಾಸವು ನೀನೆ ಪರ್ವ ಕಾಲವು ನೀನೆ ನಕ್ಷತ್ರ ಯೋಗ ತಿಥಿ ಕರಣ ನೀನೆ ಅಕ್ಷಯವಾಗಿ ದ್ರೌಪದಿಯ ಮಾನ ಕಾಯ್ದ ಪಕ್ಷಿವಾಹನ ನೀನೆ ರಕ್ಷಕನು ನೀನೆ ಋತು ವತ್ಸರವು ನೀನೆ ಪೃಥ್ವಿಗಾದಿಯು ನೀನೆ ಕ್ರತು ಹೋಮ ಯಜ್ಞ ಸದ್ಗತಿಯು ನೀನೆ ಜಿತವಾಗಿ ಎನ್ನೊಡೆಯ ಪುರಂದರ ವಿಠಲನೆ ಶ್ರುತಿಗೆ ಸಿಲುಕದ ಅಪ್ರತಿಮ ಮಹಿಮಾ ನೀನೆ

ಹಸಿರು ಗುಡ್ಡಗಳ ಏರಿಳಿತದ ನಡುವೆ ಆ ರಮ್ಯತೆಗೆ ತನ್ನದೇ ಆದ ಸೊಬಗು ನೀಡುತ್ತಾ, ಹಕ್ಕಿಗಳ ಗಾನಲಹರಿಗೆ ಸತತವಾಗಿ ಶ್ರುತಿ ಹಿಡಿದಂತೆ ಪ್ರಶಾಂತವಾಗಿ ಹರಿಯುತ್ತಿರುವ ಝರಿಯ ಇಂಪನ್ನು ಸೆರೆಹಿಡಿಯುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ.... ನಮ್ಮ ಮಾತಿನಿಂದ ಅದರ ಶಾಂತಿಯು ಭಂಗವಾದಂತೆ ಭಾಸವಾಗುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಕ್ಷಮೆಯಿರಲಿ.

As a student of Air and Space law, I got a chance to visit the Vermont Airbase of the U S Air Force. I saw the taking - off of F 16 for the first time. I even got to be at the weapon simulation centre. As a lawyer, I always read the issues involved, but what impressed me most was the awareness that a child is still alive in me, when I was gazing at four F 16s taking off to disappear in the clouds... Take a glimpse and enjoy.

My grandmother always told me stories . Apparently, thats the best way to instill values in your kids. She told me stories of Ramayana, Mahabharatha ( infact my mother read the entire mahabharatha when she was carrying me, garbha samskara , she believes it has helped), Savitri, Markandeya, Chidambara, Nachiketha, Bhagavatha, Harishandra and so forth. I was amazed by the characters that come across in such stories. The good men, their patience, perseverance, determination, honesty, content, bliss in the most difficult times, faith in the good deeds, neutrality and so forth always made me raise my standards and expectations from myself much much higher. I have, to my knowledge lead my life till date following those principles. This has brought me in many difficult situations where I had to choose one of the two paths, stand by one against another (but never as difficult as in those stories, it is this feeling that kept me going in all those circumstances), control my desires and even tak

A song that made me think... think of what I would give to my children. Wealth, infrastructure, knowledge, technology... may be yes... I will be in a position to leave this for them... but what about values, bliss, innocence... ? I don't know... I am afraid.

A video that I received by email. It speaks about the importance of life and luck. Enjoy!!!

When we get so close to each other That we hold each other so tight, The little droplets on your temple and hair The desire in your eyes, dark and blue The scent of your body, all mine, so pleasant The warmth of your touch, the promise to love With our dreams and plans, through the passage of life, We shall be together. We are now close to each other, We have to hold each other tight. The droplets of sweat on your temple and hair The yearning in your eyes, both so dark The stench of your body, still all mine The touch, it is hot around, the compromise to live Despite the nightmares and shocks, in the Chambers of death, We are together.

My dilemma solved! I am an Indian woman. Indian society - a society bound completely to values. I believe in my society, in the values that my parents have imbibed in me. I have been a very good student and am confident to be a good lawyer. I have always wanted to achieve something significant. My mother, who has been a very 'success'ful lawyer herself has always told me that it is important to put family before career. I always wondered why she kept telling me this! Today I spent sometime thinking about my own self, my future, my plans, my opportunities, my challenges, my setbacks and my inefficiencies and strengths. In the process, the question that I have been pondering is about success. Is success related to profession or is it personal? Would I have termed my mother a ' successful lawyer' if I had felt her vacuum at home? I am very clear about the answer which would be in the negative to my second question. I have given my answer as a child and not as a fellow la

ಇಂದು ನನ್ನ ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಅಷ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಅಷ್ಟೆ.. ಆದುದರಿಂದ ಓದು ಸಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ವಿದೇಶದಲ್ಲಿ ಓದಲು ಬಂದವಳಿಗೆ ಓದು ಸಾಗದಿದ್ದಾಗ ಸಿಗುವ ಒಂದೇ ಗೆಳೆಯ-ಇಂಟರ್ನೆಟ್. ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ದಿಬ್ಬಣ ಎನ್ನುವ ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮವನ್ನು ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ ಕಾಲ ಕಳೆದೆ. ನಾನು ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮಗಳನ್ನು ನೋಡುವುದು ಕಡಿಮೆ. ಆದರೆ ಈ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮ ಅದರ ಭಾಷೆಗಾಗಿ, ಅದರ ಅರ್ಥಪೂರ್ಣ ಸಂಭಾಷಣೆಗಾಗಿ ನೋಡುತ್ತೇನೆ. ಅದರ ಕೆಲವು ಮಾತು ನಿಮ್ಮೊಂದಿಗೆ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಆಸೆ. ಅಳು, ನಗು, ಕೋಪ ಇವೆಲ್ಲ luxuries. ಯೋಗ್ಯತೆ ಇರುವವರು ಮಾತ್ರ ಇವ್ಗಳ ನೆರವು ಪಡಿಯಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ. ಈ ಮಾತು ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ಸತ್ಯ! Now I will switch over to English for the benfit of those who do not understand Kannada. The translation first: Tears, laughter and anger are luxuries. Only the deserving can benefit from these. Don't you think its true?

I have been down from the past two days! thanks to the weather of Montreal, that keeps fluctuating forever. I have no clue when this weather will get normal for people like me who are yet to get used to this... I have been here for the past eight months. When I came here in August 2008, it was quite nice. the temperature was just too good for an Indian. It was about 24 deg. C. Somewhere from about October, it started getting cold. From December to April it froze completely. It is supoosed to Spring in May... well it did get green, but the wetaher is like a lady's mind ... completely unpredictable. Not many women would like me for this comment... I spent some time seeing Baba Ramdev's yoga CD today for I have avowed to start practising yoga everyday from tomorrow. I used to follow him earlier. I must concede that his yoga does really make a difference in your health for it did in mine. It was quite unbelievable when his kapalabhati pranayam actually cured all my corns on

ಹುತ್ತ ಕಟ್ಟದೆ ಚಿತ್ತ ಮತ್ತೆ ಕೆತ್ತೀತೇನೆ ಪುರುಷೋತ್ತಮನ ಆ ಅಂಥ ರೂಪರೇಖೆ ! ಇಂದು ಮನಸ್ಸು ಏಕೋ ಚಂಚಲ. ಏನೋ ಕಳೆದು ಕೊಂದಂತಹ ಅನುಭವ. ಬೇಸರ, ಜಿಗುಪ್ಸೆಗಳು ಜೊತೆಯಾಗಿ ಕಾಡಿದ ದಿನ. ಅಪ್ಪನಿಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದೆ. ಆಗ ನನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪಾ ನನಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲಿನದೋ ಹೇಳಿದ ಮಾತು. ಅರ್ಥಗರ್ಭಿತ! ಅಂದು ವಾಲ್ಮೀಕಿ ಹಾಗೆ ತಪಸ್ಸು ಮಾಡದೇ ಇದ್ದರೆ, ಅಂದು ಆತನಿಗೆ ಹುತ್ತ ಕಟ್ಟಿರಲಿಲ್ಲವೆಂದರೆ ಇಂದು ರಾಮಾಯಣ ಅಷ್ಟು ಸೊಗಸಾಗಿ ಮೂಡಿ ಬರಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವೇ? ಹಾಗೆ ನಾವು ಇಂದು ಯಾವುದನ್ನೋ ಸಾಧಿಸಬೇಕು ಎಂಬ ಹಂಬಲ ವಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ, ಅದನ್ನು ಕೇವಲ ತಪಸ್ಸಿನಿಂದ ಮಾತ್ರ ಸಾಧ್ಯ. ತಪಸ್ಸು ಎಂದರೇನು? ಕಣ್ಣು ಮುಚ್ಚಿ ಶ್ವಾಸದ ಏರಿಳಿತಗಳನ್ನು ಅವಲೋಕಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಕಾಡಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಚಳಿ ಮಳೆ ಬಿರುಗಾಳಿಗೆ ಅಂಜದೆ ಪದ್ಮಾಸನ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತು ಧ್ಯಾನಮಜ್ಞರಾಗುವುದೇ? ಅಲ್ಲ. ಆ ತಪಸ್ಸು ನಮ್ಮದಲ್ಲ. ಅದು ಕೇವಲ ಲೌಕಿಕಗಳನ್ನು ತೊರೆದವರಿಗೆ. ನಮ್ಮ ಕರ್ತವ್ಯವನ್ನು ಅದರ ಕೊನೆಯವರೆಗೂ ತಲುಪಿಸುವುದು, ಯಾವ ಅಡ್ಡಿಗಳು ನಮ್ಮ ಹಾದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬಂದರೂ ನಮ್ಮ ದೃಷ್ಟಿಯನ್ನು ಗುರಿಯ ಮೇಲಿಂದ ತೆಗೆಯದೆ ಇರುವುದು ನಮ್ಮ ತಪಸ್ಸು. ಮತ್ತೆ ನ ನ್ನ ಕೆಲಸದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಸ ಹುಮ್ಮಸ್ಸು , ಆಸಕ್ತಿ ಮೂಡಿತು. Photo courtesy: http://kids.baps.org/storytime/valmikirishi.htm

I am not happy with the UPA government at all. I have no clue what made the people of India vote it back to power. Are we not aware of the infaltion, the price rise that we have seen in our day to day activities? Where the hell has our GDP stooped? Dont we know the meaning of that? Did we not understand the trap created by the nuke deal? Are we not aware of the caste politics that UPA played? Did we forget the fact that UPA infact politicised all the apolitical constitutional positions? Think who is our president and also know why she is one? Does she have any reason or quality to be one? What happened to the post of Governors in the UPA regime? Are we really looking for such dirty politics? Have we read the policy that both the NDA and UPA gave to us? Unfortunately the UPA does not have any specific policy... but why have we voted it to power??? Why the hell are we going wrong in ours understanding? Why are we still stuck to 2 rupees rice and 3 rupees kerosene? When will be grow up?

Well, I have not been a regular blogger though I have tried to be many times.. to make it more cliched, I have been regularly irregular. Today has been a very tensed day, I am suffereing frm the elction ever. India has to decide her next leader. I am quite clear this time that I want to see Shri. LKA as my PM. Well .. I know its tough.. but I have ray of hope. A hope which will help in hoping for a better and inexpensive India. The countdown for counting has already begun and so is my excitement. However, amidst this tension, I spent some time listening to some old melodies. I have loved the song ek radha ek meera, from Ram teri Ganga maili. The song made me wonder if I like my husband unconditionally, rather I questioned myself if I would have loved him if he was not as he is... and I came to the conclusion that I am not enough cultured to express unconditional love. But I was told immense conditional love will finally take to the stage of unconditional love. Awaiting to reach suc