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To hate or not?

When your child was little and did not know what is right or wrong,  you taught him/her many things. You introduced him to his/her sibling and told that this child is part of our family. and he/she will share what ever toys/sweets and other things which are brought to this home. So you have every right to kick him, hit him and scold him or even send him out of the house. You did not do that? Nor did I. Nor did any other mother. Instead we told "Look child, this is your brother/sister. You should love him/her. You should protect her. You should share everything with her. "

When his uncle came visiting we did not tell him " See this uncle of yours, looks cunning. He is not to be trusted. Never ever play with his children. Hate him and his children. He may overtake our house and our belongings." It sounds so ridiculous. Isn't it? Instead we told "See he is your uncle. He and his children are part of our family. We should welcome them and entertain them in ou…

The Dark Holds no Terrors by Shashi Deshapande

Saru comes and lands in her mothers' house. Mother is no more. Father welcomes her with an indifferent attitude. She makes it her home, doing the chores and always lost in her thoughts.

She prolongs her stay indefinitely. Not bothered about the husband, two children and the practice she has left behind in Bombay. She is a practicing doctor and a famous one. She is forever thinking about Manu, her husband whom she married against the wishes of her parents, her children Renu and Abhi, and her mother and her younger brother Dhruva. Dhruva who folloed her to the muddy lake and who drowned there and for which her mother blamed her. She always remembers her mother's words "Why didn't you die? Why are alive ?" She keeps thinking that her mother always hated her and even now when she is dead, her hatred is burning Saru. She always wanted to show her mother some day. Show what, she was not sure.

She remembers that, how after Dhruva's death, all festivals and celebrit…

Main duty

Our cops were really very busy as it is. What with protecting VVVVIPs, catching the offenders of traffic rules (poor ladies like me :( ), and controlling the bandhs and dharnas called by ruling parties and opposition parties. Now they have one added duty which gets highest priority, arresting the people who hurt the sentiments of people (most often VVVVIP people) by comments made in social networking sites.

No wonder they do not get any  time to catch thieves, murderers and terrorists. And to maintain law and order.

Hanging - another angle

I was pained to see the celebration of hanging of Ajmal Kasab. No, I am in no way a sympathetic of Taliban or any other terrorist organization. I am not even  a muslim.

I read an article in Times of India today about how these terrorists are born. They are illiterate or semi-literate with large families, with sisters to be married off and with no other earning member. They are lured by the Taliban which gives them money and a also a promise that in the eventuality of their death at the hands of Indian soldiers, their families will be looked after. They have been fed false information that in India, the muslims are treated horribly and there are no mosques to pray etc.

And other types of recruits are illegal immigrants from Afghanistan who come to Pakistan in search of jobs. They are threatened with extradition unless they comply with these terrorist outfits.

Hanging of one Kasab will not solve any of these problems. We have to find alternate solutions to these.

Rangoli again

This rangoli is 4 rows of 4 dots, followed by 4 rows of 12 dots and then again 4 rows of 4 dots.

ಏಕಾಂಗಿ

Every trivial work has some fruits hidden. Was cleaning the lofts and find an old note book with some translated poems. One blog post gained. !!!



ಸ್ವರ್ಗದಿಂದಿಳಿಯುವ  ಬೆಳ್ಳಿ  ಎಳೆ  ನಾನು
ಉದ್ಯಾನಗಳ ಬೆಳೆಗಿಸಲು ಹೂದೋಟ ಸಜ್ಜಿಸಲು
ಇಂದ್ರನ ಕಿರೀಟದಿಂದ ಬಿಡಿಸಿದ
ಮುತ್ತು ನಾನು

ನಾನತ್ತರೆ ಬೆಟ್ಟಗಳ ಅಟ್ಟಹಾಸ
ಬಾಗಿದರೆ ಹೂಗಳ ಹರುಷ

ದೂತ ನಾ ಭುವಿ ಗಗನಗಳ ಪ್ರೇಮಕ್ಕೆ
ಇಂಗಿಸುವೆ  ನೆಲದ ತ್ರಷೆಯ

ಬರುವೆ ಆರ್ಭಟದಿಂದ ಹೋಗುವೆ ಚಿತ್ತಾರದೊಡನೆ

ಕಡಲಾಳದಿಂದ ಸಾಗಿ
ಗುಡ್ಡ ಬೆಟ್ಟಗಳ ಹಾದು
ಕಣಿವೆಗಳನಿಳಿದು
ಮರಗಳ ತಬ್ಬುವೆ ಹೂಗಳ ಚುಂಬಿಸುವೆ  

ಆದರೂ  ನಾನು ಏಕಾಂಗಿ ಸಂಚಾರಿ

Democracy - Indian estyle

I was really surprised at the the full coverage of funerals of Bala Saheb Thackery in Times Now. This channel is supposed to be one channel which is impartial and is not afraid of political bigwigs.

Anyways.  Read this news from Times of India to decide what kind of democracy we live in.
Read the complete article in TimesOfIndia 




Marriage is an institution. Like any other institution, it has its own set of rules and regulations and drawbacks. But for the bride most often, this institution is more like a prison. She leaves everything behind, her loved family, friends, her hometown with a stranger. And she will be under the illusions that this stranger will fill her with so much love, that she can forget everything and start a completely new life. That will not happen sadly. As the relation becomes old and the initials passion wears away, only thing she is left with is a huge void.

She tries to fill this void with children, their upbringing, home, its maintenance. She tries to build her own nest. Again the children will grow up and leave the nest. And the woman is left with an empty heart and home. She does not belong anywhere. Husband says the house is his, all the belongings are his as he has paid for them. Parents tell her that their home is not hers any more, her home is her husband's.

I am reading the…

Clothes maketh the woman?

"Clothes maketh the man" goes a saying. What about the woman? This  saying should use woman  instead. Tell me who dresses more vibrantly, more frequently or more at length?

 Men will wear just a blue or black trousers and a white shirt in 2 seconds duration. But the woman will start wearing a, then b, then c , then suddenly decide it is not looking good, remove all of them and select another set and start the procedure all over again. Some of women's clothing are so difficult to put on that you can call them an art or a for that matter a science. Have you ever tried tying a saree?

And look at the colors of dresses. Can you precisely define the color of the dress a woman is wearing. A man may say that this color is  red, blue or green (RBG in techie terms).  Some men can not even tell blue and green apart. But ask women! They will tell you a poetry. The dress so and so wearing is sky blue with some shades of turquoise and hints of Persian blue  in it. And it does not suit h…

I feel awesome!!

I am not a huge fan of Barney of How I met your mother. If anything, I feel sorry for him. He is trying to fill the large void in his heart by innumerous escapades. But I appreciate his awesome attitude.

No, no and NO. Do not get me wrong. If I say, I like his attitude, I will be betraying my other feminist friends. And he does not respect any one, because he does not respect himself and for some reason is terribly unhappy. That is true for most womanizers and manizers(??).

I like his mantra - When I am sad, I stop being sad and be awesome. I saw in an episode, that he is waking up next to a dumpster, and straightens himself up and says "I am awesome" and walks away.

Be that. Feel that. If you can not feel you are awesome, nobody else in the world will feel that. You do not have to be Einstein or Steve Jobs or Mother Theresa to feel awesome. You are you and there is nobody like you. And you are special to yourself.


And by the way, I do not know why I watch HIMYM when I know…

If speech is silver, silence is gold

Modi commented on Shashi Tharoor's wife Sunanda that she is 50 crore girl friend. Central coal minister compared an old wife to old victory angering women's organization. Some other minister I think from UP, told girls and women have no need of mobiles, and in his family his wife and children do not use mobile.

I was trying to refresh my memory of all such quotable quotes reflecting the attitude of our leaders towards women. When googling I came across a blog from Pakistan women whom men should not marry. According to that post, a woman who twitters, who uses facebook, who works in office, who talks to men in a natural way, who does not wear hijab etc. are the one men should avoid when selecting a bride. Thank God. Our leaders and men are chauvinistic, but they are not in stone age.

OK, again I was dragged off the topic by google. So you look at the way our leaders talk and then create a controversy. Gadkari compared Swami Vivekananda with Mafia leader Dawood Ibrahim. Then t…

How to watch TV entire day and not hate yourself

If you are a non willing SAHM and do not really like the work other SAHMs do, then you know how it is. You send the children and spouse after feeding them some breakfast. You send the maid after she cleans the house and kitchen and utensils. Now you have the whole day and whole house to yourself.

You sit in front of the TV thinking you will relax for a while. You switch to channel 10. And of course there is cookery show going on. They won't stop airing it just because you detest it. And your favorite soap will not start for another forty five minutes. The soap which is good and whose episodes you have already watched in youtube. So you change to channel 31, then 32 and then 33. This movie is chor police kind of stuff. You are not in a mood for this. And this other one is Harry Potter. Voldemort himself would have run away if he had to watch these million times. And this last one is a romantic comedy but haven't you seen it already? 50 times?

You switch to a comedy channel. Bu…

ನಾವು ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರು. ಕನ್ನಡ ಮಾತ್ರ (ಓದಲ್ಲ)

ನಮ್ಮ ನಡುವಳಿಕೆ ಬಹಳ ಸಿಂಪಲ್. ಅಗಸ್ಟ್ 15ಕ್ಕೆ ನಾವು ದೇಶ ಭಕ್ತರು. ನವೆಂಬರ್ 1ಕ್ಕೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಅಭಿಮಾನಿಗಳು. ಉಳಿದೆಲ್ಲ ದಿನ ನಾವು wannabe ಅಮೆರಿಕನ್ನರು.


ನಿನ್ನೆ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಜೊತೆ ವಾದ ಮಾಡುವಾಗ ಹೇಳಿದೆ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಭಾಷೆ ಮತ್ತು ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಶ್ರೀಮಂತವಾಗಿದೆ. ಅಮ್ಮನದು ಯಾವಾಗಲು ಕಂಪ್ಲೇಂಟ್ ನಾನು ಕನ್ನಡ ಓದುವದಿಲ್ಲ. ಬರೆಯುವದಿಲ್ಲ.

ಹೌದು. ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಭಾಷೆ ಶ್ರೀಮಂತ ಭಾಷೆ. ನಮ್ಮದು ಅಷ್ಟೊಂದು ಶ್ರೀಮಂತವಲ್ಲ. ಹೇಗಾದೀತು. ನಾವು ನೀವು ಎಲ್ಲ ವರ್ಷಕ್ಕೆ ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಮಾತ್ರ ಕನ್ನಡವನ್ನು ನೆನಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವವರು. ನಮಗೆ ಕನ್ನಡದ ಪುರಾತನ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆಯಾಗಲೀ, ಸಮಕಾಲೀನ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯವಾಗಲೀ ಎಷ್ಟು ಗೊತ್ತು? ಒಂದು ಕಾರಂತರು, ಒಂದು ಬೇಂದ್ರೆ ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ ಬೇರೆ ಯಾರೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ. ಇನ್ನು ರನ್ನ, ಪಂಪ, ಕುಮರವ್ಯಾಸರೋ, ಕನ್ನಡ ಶಾಲೆಯಲ್ಲೇ ವಿದಾಯ ಹೇಳಿಸಿಕೊಂಡರು. ಓದುವವರು, ಬರೆಯುವವರು ಇದ್ದರೆ ತಾನೇ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಬೆಳೆಯುವದು, ಬದುಕುವದು?

ನಮ್ಮ ತಲೆಮಾರೇ  ಹೀಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಮಕ್ಕಳೋ ಕನ್ನಡವನ್ನು ಹೆಕ್ಕಿ ಹೆಕ್ಕಿ ಕಷ್ಟ ಪಟ್ಟು ಓದುತ್ತಾರೆ. BMTC ಬೋರ್ಡ್ ಗಳನ್ನು ಓದಲೂ ಕಷ್ಟ. ಕನ್ನಡ ಒಂದು ವಿಷಯವಾಗಿ ಕಲಿತದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಇಷ್ಟಾದರೂ ಬರುತ್ತದೆ.

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