Perpetually Perplexed

I think the problem with us is that we pray to God in a language we do not understand. Does he understand. He must. Or else he may take the help of Google translate. See, all our holy books - we have so many of them, are written in Sanskrit. How many of us can read these books and understand these. To make matters worse many of these are in verse. When our knowledge of Sanskrit does not get beyond gachchati gachchataha gachchanti, how can we read and understand these shlokas? We can not. So we do not read. And tell our swamijis and gurus to tell the gist of the holy books to us. They do tell us. But they tell their own interpretations. In some religions - their scriptures are translated into their own languages. Any one can read and understand. But do we have Vedas in Kannada? Or Hindi? Apparently we do. So says google baba. But google devotees and religious devotees are two different sets who do not intersect. So to come back to the problem. We have too many religious books (ju

If there is one thing common to all of us, all over the world, it is hatred. French people hate English and  the feeling is mutual and genetic. Americans hate Russians and Russians hate Americans. Indians hate Pakistanis and vice versa. Israelis hate Arabs and Arabs hate Jews. Christians hate Jews. Hindus hate Muslims. Muslims hate Hindus. Bangalore Kannadigas hate Tamilians and all outsiders. Poor hate rich. Villagers hate city people, who have it all so easy. And all of us hate politicians. Once they reach or cross teen-age, children hate parents. But parents do not hate children. They in turn, are unhappy with their own parents. So my list is going to be endless. But the question is, why do we hate. Do we hate people who have power over us - like children hating parents or we hating politicians. Or do we hate people who we think will some how harm our existence? Is hatred a form of phobia? A fear that these people will occupy our nation and we will have to flee or be their

ಬೀದಿ ಬೀದಿಯ ಅಲೆದು ರಸ್ತೆ ರಸ್ತೆಯ ಸುತ್ತಿ ಅವರಿವರ ಮನೆಯ ಹೊರಗಿರುವ ಹೂಗಳ ತಂದು ನಿನಗರ್ಪಿಸುವೆ ಇನ್ನಾದರು ದಯ ಬಾರದೆ ದೇವಾ ಕಾರುಗತ್ತಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೊರೆವ ಚಳಿಗಳಲಿ ಮಳೆಯ ದಾಳಿಯನೆಲ್ಲ ಸೈರಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು  ಹೂಗಳ ತಂದು ನಿನಗರ್ಪಿಸುವೆ ಇನ್ನಾದರು ದಯ ಬಾರದೆ ದೇವಾ ಹೂ ಮಾರುವನಲ್ಲಿ ಚೌಕಾಶಿ ಮಾಡಿ ಮೊಳ ಕಡಿಮೆ ಹಾಕಿದನೆಂದು ಜಗಳವನೆ ಮಾಡಿ ಹೂಗಳ ತಂದು ನಿನಗರ್ಪಿಸುವೆ ಇನ್ನಾದರು ದಯ ಬಾರದೆ ದೇವಾ ಆ ಹುಣಿಮೆ ಈ ಪಾಡ್ಯ ಎಲ್ಲ ಹಬ್ಬವ ಮಾಡಿ ನೂರು ರೂಪಾಯಾದರೂ ಕೊಂಡು ತಂದು ಹೂಗಳ ತಂದು ನಿನಗರ್ಪಿಸುವೆ ಇನ್ನಾದರು ದಯ ಬಾರದೆ ದೇವಾ

ನಿರಂತರ ನ್ಯೂಸಾದೆ. ತಾಯೆಂದು ಗುರುತಾದೆ ಸೇಡಿಗೆ ಹಗೆತನಕ್ಕೆ ಆಯುಧವಾದೆ ಸತ್ತರೆ....    ಸಮೂಹ ಸನ್ನಿಗೆ ಕಾರಣವಾದೆ ಹರಿ ಹರಿ ಗೋವು ನೀನು