Little Realistic...

Where's the Sun ?!!!

2012-01-31T21:30:00.001+05:30

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Evening 7:30. Took my three year old nephew, Pannu out to play. He wanted to bring his little cycle along. I did agree. Dare I not to !!!!. When he asks something, he leaves us with only one choice. That's to say "yes". Then I didn't want to waste time quarreling with him about what to take and what not to take.

We went down to the children's play ground. He was playing around with his cycle and got some question on his mind.

Pannu: yaak night time aagide?

Me : Sun ilvalla adke

Pannu: yak sun illa?

Me: (puzzled. how do i explain him the revolution and rotation!!!!) ratri urig hogatte. ninu Mysore ge hogtiyalla haage. adu americage hogatte.

He seemed satisfied a bit. So natural to kids these questions are. Their observation is a learning experience. They question every small aspect. Interpret in a new way. It's so much fun being with them :).

Little inspiration

2011-10-13T13:53:00.000+05:30

Source: Pramod's
kuncha-prapancha.blogspot

Where are those thoughts? Where is that inspiration? The inspiration that would make me write. It occurs as if all of creativity has become hostile to the daily chores of life.

No longer the fresh breeze through the window cools the eyes. Distant horizon where the sun rises n sets doesn't look fascinating anymore. Indeed, it only tells that, it's time to sleep and it's time to get up. I don't remember when was the last time I saw the sun set. White, grey, orange and red.. yeah those were the enigmatic hues on the west sky. Thick black clouds on a rainy day. No... I no longer pay attention.Always found a little eternal bliss in the drop of rain, silence of the dark night sky, bloom of the flower, riding the scooter, finding a song ... what not. Things that people termed boring also looked nice n interesting to me.Now neither the river nor the bridge or the fields, none of them draw my attention. I keep thinking what happened to all those inspirations?

Do you remember that poem "Playthings" we had read in School. Sri Rabindranath Tagore had written the poem. Today I find it so true and worthy of reciting ....

CHILD, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.

I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.

I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.

Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"

Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.

I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.

With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.

In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.

dil dhoondta hai

2011-08-18T22:54:00.000+05:30

Celebrating Gulzar saab's Birthday on 18th Aug. What magic his words have don't know. Hypnotize every time i listen to them. Just recollecting few of my fav here.

Palko pe chalte [Daayra]: You'll like it at very first listening. Wanna know the perfect time to play this song? Would be the mid-night on the terrace. Away from the city lights where u can see plenty of stars on the clear dark black sky.

Katra Katra[Ijaazat] : It's a Gazal Genre. With R.D Burmanji's music u sure get the guess right! It's sung by Aashaji. I sometimes ponder over the versatality of Gulzar saab. He started his career back in 1950's and still he's writing lyrics that tops the chart busters.

Sili hawaa choo gayi[Libaas]: This song reminds me 'Yaara Sili sili' everytime i listen to the song. This song has also been sung by Lataji.

There are few beautiful lines i'd like to mention here....

tumse mili jo zindagi hamne abhi khoyee nahi

tere sivaa koi naa tha ,tere siva koi nahi

jinte bhi tay karte gaye badate gaye yeh faasale

milo se din chod aaye saalon se raat leke chale

Chupke chupke ham palkon[Ek Pal]:

Chupke chupke ham palkon kitne sadiyon se

aa doob ke dekhe neele se saagar mein kaisi behete hai

Kabhi kabhi sapna lagata hai[Ratnadeep]: A light hearted duet that u can listen to in the dawn. Ratnadeep has many good songs like 'aisa ho toh kaisa hoga' and 'Man bahak'.

Ek hi kwaab kayee baar[Kinara]:

Few other songs,
*Aaj Kal paao zameen par (Ghar)

*Aap ki ankon mein kuch (Ghar)

*Bol na halke halke (Jhoom bara bar jhoom)

*Ek akela is shehar mein (Gharonda): Few lines from the song...

in umr se lambi sadko ko

manzil pe pahunchte dekha nahi

bas daudati phir ti rahti

hamne toh taharta dekha nahi

is ajnabi si shehar mein

jaana pehachaana dhoondta hai

*dil dhoondta hai ( Masoom ):

yaa garmiyon ki raat jo purwaayiaan chale

thandi safed chaadaron pe jaagen der tak

taaron ko dekhte rahen chhat par pade huye

dil dhoondhtaa hai....

Android HAL

2011-03-19T19:45:00.000+05:30

Android software stack has a layer called Hardware Abstraction Layer(HAL). This layer can be found between the framework and Kernel. I found that this layer is scattered across few layers of Android. If you are trying to understand how to interface drivers to the upper layers then this post might help you a bit. There are some good discussions you can catch online.

Reference : http://blog.csdn.net/hongtao_liu/archive/2010/12/07/6060734.aspx

Discussion on,

HAL Interface specification
Explain the structures involved(hw_module_t, hw_module_methods_t, hw_device_t) and their use.

PS: This note is prepared with reference to the Froyo source code.

Where to start the interface ? And What to look for in HAL?

• The very first header file one must look into is hardware.h. Becasue this has foundational structures.

• Path to hardware.h: android-source/hardware/libhardware/include/hardware.h

• Three structures in hardware.h that must be implemented:

struct hw_module_t;
struct hw_module_methods_t;
struct hw_device_t;

What do those structures stand for ?

hw_module_t : This would be the stucture used to give module information. In a module that uses hardware.h, hw_module_t structure would be used in HAL_MODULE_INFO_SYM. The Module must have a data structure name HAL-MODULE_INFO_SYM and the fields of this data structure must begin with hw_module_t followed by module specific information.

typedef struct hw_module_t {

/** tag must be initialized to HARDWARE_MODULE_TAG */

uint32_t tag;

/** major version number for the module */

uint16_t version_major;

/** minor version number of the module */

uint16_t version_minor;

/** Identifier of module */

const char *id;

/** Name of this module */

const char *name;

/** Author/owner/implementor of the module */

const char *author;

/** Modules methods */

struct hw_module_methods_t* methods;

/** module's dso */

void* dso;

/** padding to 128 bytes, reserved for future use */

uint32_t reserved[32-7];

} hw_module_t;

hw_module_methods_t: Implemention of hw_module_methods_t depends on the requirement. Ie it's not a mandatory structure. This structure is used to open a specific device.

typedef struct hw_module_methods_t {

/** Open a specific device */

int (*open)(const struct hw_module_t* module, const char* id,

struct hw_device_t** device);

} hw_module_methods_t;

hw_device_t: Every device data structure in the module must begin with hw_device_t

followed by module specific public methods and attributes.

typedef struct hw_device_t {

/** tag must be initialized to HARDWARE_DEVICE_TAG */

uint32_t tag;

/** version number for hw_device_t */

uint32_t version;

/** reference to the module this device belongs to */

struct hw_module_t* module;

/** padding reserved for future use */

uint32_t reserved[12];

/** Close this device */

int (*close)(struct hw_device_t* device);

} hw_device_t;

hardware.c file description :

hardware.c is found in the path android-source/hardware/libhardware/hardware.c

In this file ,

• HAL_LIBRARY_PATH defined. Path is “/system/lib/hw”

• Shared library could be found and loaded by using the functions defined in hardware.c.

• hw_get_module function is implemented in hardware.c to get the right module.

• Return value and parameter

int hw_get_module(const char *id, const struct hw_module_t **module);

• To open the library dlopen is used. If successful dlopen handle is returned.

◦ Return 0=success , !0=failure

To understand how these files are implemented ---> Qemu implements a sensor hardware library for the Android Emulator. The code that implements should be built as a shared library that will be placed into /system/lib/hw/the-shared-library.

A brief flow of the calls and inclusions:

source/hardware/include/hardware/hardware.h

included in

source/hardware/include/hardware/sensor.h (Module ID is “sensors” . Helps in finding the hardware module)

implemented in

source/sdk/emulator/sensor_qemu.c ( sensor_qemu.c is built into a shared library called sensors.goldfish.so)

called by

source/ frameworks/base/services/jni/android_server_SensorService.cpp

Tangram

2011-02-25T21:33:00.000+05:30

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Sometimes i feel i'm not doing anything. I mean "ANYTHING" that I could say i dreamt this n living it now. It might sound funny to you but that's what I'm thinking. Do you ever slip to such retrospective state of mind? You do, i bet. Remember those days when you'd proudly say you would be this or that. Whatever you thought looked so perfect. Isn't it? :). I always wonder what happens to those colorful dreams. What happens to those wings that were supposed grow stronger. Why do they disappear as we grow? I long for those wings. Yearn to revive those dreams. I want to wake up every morning with the same trust I had in my dreams those days. I'm searching for an escape from all that's going mundane.

Often I found it's just the mindset we have stops us from taking a fresh start. Hmm I do agree that experiments are only good in lab, not with life. But didn't you ever feel that you're no more on an exciting quest. Don't you feel all that zest is surrendering to the silly problems. When was the last time you lost yourself as you might have lost yourself doing what you enjoyed the most. When was the last time you stole time from time and got busy doing something that made you forget everything. Think about it. If life is tangram, choices are tans. All we have to do is arrange tans to form the shape we like to see.

The Groundnut

2010-12-22T22:38:00.002+05:30

In the evening I used to take a walk to a park near by and sit there for sometime. Listening to the chirps of the birds, looking at the squirrels moving around gave me peace of mind. On one such evening a little boy came to me asking me to buy groundnut. just thought it might help the boy in some way and bought it. He neatly wrapped in an old news paper, handed over to me, took two rupees and left happily. Now what do i do with these groundnuts in my hand? simply started eating it watching the squirrels climbing up , coming down. Swiftly moving on the grass

in search of food. As few of them were moving around in my front I dropped few groundnuts for them too. All of them simply ran away but one slowly returned after sometime as if it understood my intention. We had a good time eating groundnut together.It became a routine for me to buy the groundnut, for boy to sell it to me and for squirrel to share it with me. Squirrel was no longer afraid to come near me. Now it would take groundnuts from my hand, play around my feet. We had a strange way to tell each other the day's story. We just listened to each other in silence. If it were a good day, the routine used double that joy. If it were a bad day routine did absorb those feelings too.

Meanwhile I had to move to a cousin's place for her wedding. A month slipped quickly. After the wedding returning home excited me. I wanted to run back to the park to meet my old buddies. The squirrel and the groundnut boy. I eagerly waited for the evening. This time I had memories of a month to recollect and rejoice. I went to the same bench at almost the same time. In fact a bit early. I saw the groundnut boy sitting at the corner of the park. His eyes were keen looking for customer. As his eyes laid on me I waved at him asking to come to me. He enquired about my absence and handed over goundnut for 2 rs. Now my eyes were eager to meet another friend of mine. Thought it should be around. I threw some groundnut on the grass but squirrel didn't turn up. I waited for an hour, it didn't. I just couldn't imagine it was not around among those many squirrels. I wanted to say sorry for being away for a while. But how do I find it? where do I find it?. Or is it angry with me. It's there up in the tree, hiding from me for being away? It must have waited for me. I've heard animals are more affectionate than humans are. Or it just moved to some other place in search of food. Or is it that it doesn't recognize me any more. Thoughts simply mounted in no time.I had only regrets that evening.All of those were my thoughts. But what squirrel went through remained a question for me as groundnuts remained in my hand.

ಮನಸೇ....

2010-11-14T02:45:00.004+05:30

ಮನಸೇ ಬದುಕು ನಿನಗಾಗಿ ಬವಣೆ ನಿನಗಾಗಿ , ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯೇ ಸುಳ್ಳಾದರೆ ಜಗವೆಲ್ಲ ಸುಳ್ಳು ಅಲ್ಲವೇ .... I don't remember how many times I might have listened to this song from Amrutavarshini. ಈಗಲೂ ಕೇಳ್ತೇನೆ ಬೇಸರವಿಲ್ಲದೇ . ಸದ್ದಿಲ್ಲದೊಂದು ರಾತ್ರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಿದಿರೆ ರಜಾ ಹಾಕಿ ಕುತಾಗ, ಈ ಹಾಡಲ್ಲೇನೋ ಆತ್ಮಿಯ ಸ್ಪಂದನ. ರಾತ್ರಿ ಒಂದೂವರೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮೋಡ ಮುಸುಕಿ ಸಣ್ಣ ಹನಿ ಇಡುವಾಗ ಕತ್ತಲ ಹಂದರದ ಅಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಆಲೋಚನೆಗಳ ತೇಲಿಸುವ ಹಾಡಿನ ಮೇಳವಣೆ. ಆಗೆಲ್ಲ ಕೇಳುವ ಸದ್ದಿನಲ್ಲೇನೋ ಹೊಸ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶ. ನವಿಲುಗರಿಯು ನೇವರಿಸಿದಂತೆ. ಅದಕಾಗೆ ಈ ಹಾಡನ್ನ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಆಲಿಸುವ ಹಂಬಲ.

ಮನಸೇ ನಾ ಏನೇ ಮಾಡಿದರು ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಗಲ್ಲವೇ?....... ಈ ಭಾವ ಕುಸುರಿ ಮನಸಿನದು. ನಾವೇನಿದ್ದರೂ ಅದರಂತೆ ತಾಳ ಹಾಕುವುದು.ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಹಿಡಿಸದ ರಾಗವೆಷ್ಟು ಕಷ್ಟವೋ ಹಿಡಿಸಿದ್ದು ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಸುಲಭ . ಗುರಿಯಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಓಡುವ ಕುದುರೆ ಕಟ್ಟಿದಂತೆ ಮನಸಿನ ಭಾವಗಳ ಕಟ್ಟುವುದು ಅಂದರೆ.ಆದರೆ ಅದು ಹಾಗೆ ಓಡುವಾಗಲು ಚಂದ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ? ಯಾವಾಗಲೂ ಚಿಂತನೆಗೊಂದು ಗುರಿ ಯಾಕೆ ಬೇಕು?ಯಾವಾಗಲೊಮ್ಮೆ ಸರಿ ರಾತ್ರಿ ತನ್ನೊಂದಿಗೆ ಅದು ತಾನೇ ಇರಬೇಕು. ತನಗೆ ಬೇಕಾದನ್ನ ಅರಸಿ ಹೋಗುವ ಹೊತ್ತು .ಆ ಹೊತ್ತಿಗಾಗೆ ಆಗಾಗೆ ಕತ್ತಲ ಕೊನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ದಿಗಂತದತ್ತ ನೋಟ ನೆಟ್ಟು ಕಛೇರಿ ಒಂದು ಇಟ್ಕೊಬೇಕು. ಮನಸಿನದು ಶ್ರುತಿ ಇಲ್ಲದ ಹಾಡಾದರೂ ಸರಿ ಆಲಿಸಬೇಕು. ಯಾರಿಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತು ಯಾವ ಹೊಸ ರಾಗ ಹೊಮ್ಮುವುದು. ಯಾವ ಹಾಡು ಹುಟ್ಟುವುದು :).

2010-10-13T22:08:00.004+05:30

Dot Seven thirty I was in the Bus. I make sure I leave early so that I reach office early. Just a delay of about fifteen minutes usually costs an hour delay due to the slow moving traffic. So a better deal is to leave early. But today was a very unlikely day. Despite all my pre plans, I got stuck in a slooooow moving terrific traffic that in turn inspired this month's blog post :).

Neither I've complaints about the traffic nor any suggestion to get out of it. First task is pretty boring and the latter is laborious. Just an observation i'd love to put up.

When I got stuck in the traffic, I was about 3km away from my work place. Most of the people opted to walk rather waiting in the bus, so did I. To my surprise I didn't feel tired or irritated but was happy to be walking under soothing shade of the trees. Nostalgic I became seeing big tree on both sides of the road. It reminds me of the broad cement roads with huge trees in my home town. Reminds me of the early morning walk through the college campus. My college campus was pretty much green and had a lush of beautiful gulmohar trees. I wondered what these trees called?

As I entered tech park I started feeling the heat. Walk was no longer a pleasing experience. There were tiny tiny flowering plants (I felt pity for them). Surely they didn't wish to be there. About a kilometer walk tired me for the day. All my nostalgia vanished and suddenly I became time conscious. Watch showed Ten thirty.More than an hour late than my usual schedule. I wished this tech park had those big trees too but we seldom have space for that. Well, we will be paying a heavy price for that in future.

Out of curiosity googled for information about trees in Bangalore. Here's a beautiful blog i found,
http://www.wildwanderer.com/journal/flowering-trees/

Wise Whys

2010-08-22T12:22:00.001+05:30

Conductor (to the lady standing near the driver seat): olag banri (come inside)

lady looked at the conductor, didn't respond. (Disagreement was evident from her face).

Conductor wanted a little space to move out towards the door. Also there was less crowd inside the bus hence he persistently said to the lady.....

"kannad nahi aati? andar jao".

Lady was equally adamant and said "main nahi jaaongi"

Conductor (Couldn't stand the disobedience) : toh aap utro.

Lady got really really angry and said "arre mein pregnent hoon. main nahi jaa sakti bheed mein".

There was a silence around. All could read that "Sorry" on Conductor's face and there was a sudden shift of support from conductor towards the lady.
In no time conductor did the best thing he could do. He asked the front seater ( near the door) to make seat for the lady.
Everyone had a sigh of relief. I had a thought woving along.

Why couldn't conductor be little patient and ask the lady why she didn't wanna move?

It's just not the conductor, we all are prone to do that mistake. There are a lot such situations we come across everyday. We may not pay attention or have time to figure out answer for those 'whys'? But knowing 'why' is very improtant. It helps you find apt solutions. Even more important aspect is 'when & how' are you raising the 'why'. That's a lot of food for thought. Think about it. If u have a 'why', do write to me :).

Short Film on Autism

2010-07-25T12:37:00.001+05:30

Dear Friends,

One of my friends is making a short film and need assistance for the same. Please pass-on the message below to the people who might be interested or you could join hands with Usha if it interests you.

I currently manage a Rehab centre for special kids and a school for autism in Bangalore, Indranagar. Both these are non-profit organisations.

We are checking options to make a short film (10 mins) on our centre to spread awareness and for internal use. Do you know of any contacts who would like to do this for us at a minimum cost/ gratuit?
Our website link is ashafoundation.org
Mail : usha_r85@yahoo.com
My office contact no is 41808052

Thank you.

Shades - light and dark

2010-06-21T14:04:00.003+05:30

Here are few expressions and experiences of mine. At one point or the other, we all experience this.
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No , it's not always easy to forget what people say. Worst is when they hurt your dignity. Why can't people just let u be what u r n what u wanna do. What's wrong in taking a long route n try to figure out what what u wanna do with ur life. Why the hell one should do what these people expect us to do. It's my life n what i do is my headache. Why is this world so much bothered about it?

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Me: Hello
Doctor: I was about to leave. I saw u inquiring for ENT specialist and stopped.
Me: Oh then I'm lucky.
Doc: U r.

Me: Thank you.
Doc: So what's the problem?
Me: I've dry cough from past few weeks. Here's is the prescription I've been given.
Doc: Ok. Are you working?
Me: Yes
Doc: Where?
Me: xxxx Technologies.
Doc: So you are an Engineer. Where did u study?
Me: BMS, Bangalore
Doc: One of the oldest colleges. Nice.
Me: How do you know. Any friend from BMS?
Doc: (Diagnosing my throat) No. I know about old colleges. My daughter is an Engineer. She did her Engineering from NIE. You know when was NIE started? It was before Independence. I wasn't even born.Even SJCE wasn't there. I think JC was started during 60s. That was the time when I did my MBBS.
Me: Where did you do MBBS? I think we had very few colleges back then.
Doc: Yes. Only four. But luckily I got it in my first attempt. Very difficult days. When we were studying we didn't have as many options and exposure as you people have now. We had to take-up either PCM or PCB. So who studied Mathematics they would go to Engineering and one who studied Biology would go to Medicine.
Me: Oh really. Hard. What's your daughter doing now?
Doc: She is in US. A very bright student she was. She did her Mtech from IIT.
Me: ( Boy! that's something. I couldn't stop exclaiming this in mind) Wow. You must be missing her.
Doc: Yes, My only kid. You look much like my daughter.
Me: oh very kind of you to say that. Is your daughters' Mtech considered in the US companies?
Doc: No. She was selected on-campus to work in the US. When she got married, had to leave that job. Anyway she's doing her MS now.
Me: Oh good. Is your Son-in-law from Mysore as well?
Doc: No. He is a Bihari ( I was shocked ). Well, It was my daughter's choice. She told me that she would marry only if I say 'yes'. I know my daughter. I told her, 'U can go ahead. I will always be there for u no matter how things go'. My son-in-law is a very down-to-earth person. He is doing his Phd from Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Looking at him you won't feel that he's such a brainy fellow. His parents respect us a lot. Even we wouldn't have found such good boy for her.
Me: I'm really happy that you supported your daughter ( I wished every parent was like him)
Doc: (With a serene smile on his face) You just have got tonsil enlargement. Take this medicine. Your cough should be gone in five days. See me before that.And you can reach me on this number.

As I left hospital my mind was full of thoughts. How many parents do this? One life is so much crafted by people around. Specially with parents and relatives influencing every key decision of life, it is like we almost live their dreams. Is it necessary that we should listen to them at every step? Yes, they tell you out of their experience.They love you the most. If so why won't they respect your choice and standby you? Easier is taking the path that's been tried. Nevertheless everyone's life is unique and different. The choices that we make from the bottom of heart are the only true ones. Only they can stand testing times.

ಸಾರ್ಥಕತೆ

2010-05-03T12:40:00.000+05:30

ಬರೆವ ನೂರು ಸಾಲು ಯಾವ

ಭಾವಕ್ಕೆ, ಪುಟಗಳು ಯಾವ

ಪುರುಷಾರ್ಥಕ್ಕೆ

ಯಾವ ಸಾಧನೆ ಮೆರವಣಿಗೆ

ಶಾಶ್ವತ ಜೀವನ ಹೊಯ್ದಾಟದೊಳು

ಸಾರ್ಥಕತೆಗೆ

ಇಲ್ಲೇನು ಬಯಸದಿರು ಬಗೆಯದಿರು

ನಿರ್ಲಿಪ್ತ ಭಾವದಿಂ ನೆಮ್ಮದಿಗಾಣು

ಕಾಯಕದಿ

Now you are wondering what made me write this? Inspired by 'mankutimmana kagga' :)

ಗುಬ್ಬಚ್ಚಿ ಡೇ

2010-03-20T13:54:00.000+05:30

ಬೆಳ್ಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ದಿನಪತ್ರಿಕೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡಿದಾಗಲೇ ಗೊತ್ತಾದದ್ದು ಮಾರ್ಚ್ ೨೦ ಗುಬ್ಬಚ್ಚಿ ಡೇ ಅಂತ. ಇದು ಈ ವರ್ಷದಿಂದ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭ. ಅದು ಒಂದು ಕಾಲ ಇತ್ತು. ನಮಗೆ ಗುಬ್ಬಚ್ಚಿ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಸ್ಪೆಷಲ್ ಅನಿಸದ ಕಾಲ. ಮನೆಯ ಹಿಂದೆ ಇದ್ದ ಬಯಲಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಕಿದ್ದ ಭತ್ತದ ಬಣವೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ದಂಡು ದಂಡಾಗಿ ಮೆಲ್ಲುತ್ತಾ ಕೂತ ಗುಬ್ಬಚ್ಚಿಗಳನ್ನ ಸಣ್ಣ ಕಲ್ಲು ತೂರಿ ಎಬ್ಬಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದದ್ದು. ಅವೆಲ್ಲ ಒಟ್ಟಾಗಿ ಹಾರದನ್ನೋ ನೋಡೋದೇ ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಹಬ್ಬ, ಅದೇ ದೇವರು ಹಾಕಿದ ಸಹಿ. ಈಗೆಲ್ರಿ ಕಾಣತ್ವೆ ಹಾಗೆ?? ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಗುಬ್ಬಚ್ಚಿ ಸ್ಪೆಷಲ್ ಮತ್ತು ಇಂದು ಗುಬ್ಬಚ್ಚಿ ದಿನ. ಮಾಡಬೇಕದದ್ದೇ. ಇಲ್ಲಾಂದ್ರೆ ಈಗಿನ ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೆ ಗುಬ್ಬಚ್ಚಿ ಅನ್ನೋ ಹಕ್ಕಿ ಇತ್ತಂತಾನು ಗೊತ್ತಾಗೋದಿಲ್ಲ.

ನಿಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾರಿಗಾದರು ಗುಬ್ಬಚ್ಚಿ ಪರಿಚಯವಿಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರೆ , ಇಗೋ ಫೋಟೋ.

ಕೃಪೆ : http://sdakotabirds.com/species/chipping_sparrow_info.htm

The Daffodil Principle

2010-02-15T12:34:00.000+05:30

When I read the article "Daffodil Principle" I was amazed to see how little work/day can add up to a big success. You shouldn't wait for a perfect day to start when u've an idea. No matter how small the idea is water it. Let it grow no matter how slow. The happiness u reap everyday in doing what u imagine with ur eyes wide open is incredible. This story inspired me to grow plants.
I brought the first rose plant home on the day of Ramjan. I remember it so well 'coz that day I went to office, discovered an unexpected holiday on the account of Ramjan. Naturally, was very happy. On my way back home I found a bunch of saplings. Out of which a rose plant looked serene with a tiny baby pink flower. That was the start. I would water it everyday. Closely watch the sprout. One fine day the plant smiled with a rose.

I realised how simple it was to grow plants. All you need is a plant and a pot (yep, soil in it). Water it twice a day. Eventually u'll see fresh flowers transforming the cement structure into a delightful living space :).

I added two more rose plants, thought of naming them as these names give a sort of closeness. Though a lot of common name stuck, I was in search of verdant names. When i call them it should sound synonymous. Ended-up with Anani(water flower), Avani(Earth), Aashna(beloved/hope) . A beautiful coincidence was to see Aashna in full bloom on V-day for the first time since I potted it. I don't know if i would be able to name every new plant but the trio will remain special.

The experience was lot more than just growing plants. I learnt something very basic about the nature. Nothing in nature is waste. Everything is recycled which in-turn balances the ecosystem. I started applying the same principle. Now I use water that's used to wash vegies to water the plants, bio-degradable waste as manure. All of this was a waste before. Am a bit relieved of guilt that am not doing anything to save nature. If not in a big way, am doing it in my own small way.

ಬೆಂಗಾಡು ಧರಣಿ

2010-01-28T15:17:00.000+05:30

This snap was taken on the way to Chitradurga. Click on the Pic. You can see the Wind Mills.
ಬರಿದು ಮುಗಿಲ ಮುಡಿ ಕಡಲ ಅಡಿ

ಬರಿದು ಹಸಿರ ಉಡಿ ಜೀವ ಗಣಿ

ಬರಿದಾಯಿತೆನ್ನ ಮಡಿಲು ನಿನ್ನ ಹಡೆದು

ಈಗ ಉಳಿದಿಹುದೊಂದೇ,

ಬರಿದಾದ ಒಡಲ ನಿಟ್ಟುಸಿರು

ಹೊಸ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಹೊಸ ಗಾಳಿಯ ಹೊಸ ಬಾಳನು ತಾ ಅತಿಥಿ

2009-12-29T13:48:00.000+05:30

ಹರಿವ ನೀರು ತಿಳಿಯಂತೆ. ಹಾಗೇ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಕೂಡ. ವಿಚಾರಗಳು ಹರಿಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದರೆ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಹೊಸತನಕ್ಕೆ ತನ್ನನ್ನು ತಾನು ತೆರೆಯುತ್ತದೆ. ಈ ಕಾರಣದಿಂದಲೇ ನಾನು ಬರೆದಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದ ಬರಹಗಳ ಹಳೇ ಕಂತೆಯಿಂದ ಕೆಲವನ್ನು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ತೆರೆದಿಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಇದೊಂದು ವಿಚಾರ ವಿನಿಮಯ ಅಥವಾ ಸಂಭಾಷಣೆ ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡೆ ಓದಿ. ನಾನು ಬರೆದಿರುವುದು ಹಾಗೆಯೇ. ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷಕ್ಕೆ ಹೊಸ ಬೆಳಕು ಹರಿಯಲೆಂಬ ಬಯಕೆಯೊಂದಿಗೆ ನಿಮಗೆಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷದ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು.

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Life; so beautiful
We've the choice
And we'll choose to be happy
Misery isn't life, it's just time
We know it'll change
Even if it doesn't, we will
It's life that's beautiful
Laugh with a feather light heart
It's just another day after all
Life isn't about destiny
Let's celebrate the journey
Less known may it be

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You know the most beautiful thing about imagination? it sets ur mind free. And you know what’s worst about knowledge? It tells you only facts and limitations. When you dream your imagination, your hopes fly high to see it come true. Every day swings between imaginations and facts. A day we dreamed yesterday is gone by tomorrow. A bit of it like as we thought it would be and most of it the way we never imagined. After all that, we spend our day cursing the wrongs of yesterday and imagining tomorrow. Possibly because we hope that tomorrow will be our day... our imagination. So here are few lines from the film 'Shawshank Redemption' to inspire you and myself to hope for a better year ahead.

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(This dialogue is between Andy Dufresne and Red in the Shawshank prison)

Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music?
Red: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.
Andy Dufresne: Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.
Red: Forget?
Andy Dufresne: Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.
Red: What're you talking about?
Andy Dufresne: Hope.

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Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Red] Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

Youtube feed - The Shawshank Redemption Hope :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWUfFwoe8ko&feature=related

To u dear i

2009-12-11T10:32:00.000+05:30

Am calm as if I found something after a long haul, as if my brain was crowded with confusing thoughts all these days, n they r settling down now. Away from the crowd within, am trying to embrace the silence. The time i lose myself in my thoughts is the best time spent.
For a while i don't wish to be known by anyone. For a while i want to be there as if am not there. I want some peace with myself for a while.I want some time to feel guilty and apologize for not giving enough time to listen to myself, for neglecting "YOU" dear "I". I know you are the only one who's going to be with me even if i cared or not, "YOU" are the only one.
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It's a joyous moment for a writer when her writing is not only appreciated, a profound thought is added as well. Thank you Sudhir for a thoughtful epilogue. When I wrote "To u dear i" I didn't feel it was incomplete. After receiving Sudhir's verse as a Comment on "To u dear i" I'm thinking it is indeed incomplete without those beautiful lines. Hence sharing with u all here,

I know U r d only one

Who's going to be with me even if i cared or not

U r d only one

Who loves me in my dispirit days even if neglected

U r d only one

Who splashes array of hopes even in d dark days

U r the only one

Who i realised finally, is a big cheerful Daemon blinking through my eyes

-Sudhir

2009-11-08T12:40:00.000+05:30

ಭಾನುವಾರ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಬಿದ್ದ ಮಳೆಗೆ ಬಿಂದಿಗೆ ಹೂವು ಕಂಡದ್ದು ಹೀಗೆ. ಮೊದಲು ಕ್ಯಾಮರ ಹಿಡಿದು ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ಕಿಸುವ ಎಂದು ಹೋದರೆ ಮಳೆ. ಸರಿ, ಛತ್ರಿ ತಂದು ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿದ್ರೆ ಗಾಳಿಯಿಂದ ತೆಗೆದ ಫೋಟೋಗಳು ಬ್ಲರ್. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಮಳೆ-ಗಾಳಿ ಎರಡರ ತೊಂದರೆಯಿಂದ ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋಕೆ ಹೂವಿಗೂ ಛತ್ರಿ ಹಿಡಿಯಬೇಕಾಯ್ತು.

"The rain to the wind said,

'You push and I'll pelt.'

They so smote the garden bed

That the flowers actually knelt,

And lay lodged--though not dead.

I know how the flowers felt."

-Robert Frost

ದೀಪಾವಳಿಯ ಬೆಳಕು

2009-10-20T17:02:00.001+05:30

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Fake Notes from ATM

2009-10-03T14:54:00.001+05:30

You go to an ATM. Draw 15,000/- in the evening. Next day you take 2000/- out of 15,000/- , go to the same same bank to deposit. Mr. Banker wouldn't accept a 500 rs note saying that it's fake. Bank manager will not take responsibility for such notes unless you prove that it's been drawn from the same Bank's ATM. What do you do?
I'm not telling you a story. This has happened with my neighbor and could happen to anybody. So the lesson is, be attentive at the ATMs too. Cross check notes with the denomination 500 and 1000s.
If you have any better ways to deal with such situations please do leave a note.

Happy Engineer's Day

2009-09-15T12:34:00.000+05:30

Sir Mokshagundam Visvesvaraya

1861 - 1962
Today, 15th of Sept is observed as Engineer's Day to commemorate the Birthday of the greatest Engineer, Bharata Ratna Sir M.V. Inpiration to many. He has crafted millions of lives. Continue to do so with his Mega projects.

Wish you all a Very Happy Engineer's Day.

Road to Success

2009-08-18T16:22:00.000+05:30

Buddie called me for a usual talk. This time he was thrilled. I could make out his excitement. It was for all good reasons. He got VISA for an onsite assignment just after a few months of joining an MNC. Haaa... I said, "I should idolize you. All your hardwork and determination is paid off". He politely declared that it was all because of God's grace. He said, "Look, just a month ago I was thinking of travelling by a local train so that I could save some money. Now, I have a flight ticket booked. I feel so weird".

How Buddie had struggled for more than six months for a job after his contract with a company was over, looked like a fairy tale. His contract was terminated mojorly because of recession. With three years of experience in the field of Mobile Protocol testing he started his job hunt. Initially he used say he'd get an offer soon. It didn't work as he had thought it would. 'N' number of interviews and no replies. Waiting for one single response for weeks. No, they are not easy to digest once u r accustomed to five figure salary/month. Mounting pressures and frustration are not easy to tackle. Albeit he stuck to his goal. For a while he had to work here n there which was completely unrelated to his competence but he constantly tried to get the right job. It's funny that he was rejected at an institute for no good reason!!! Now we laugh at all that. I think we all will get a chance laugh at the crisis we face only if we try our best to get out of it as Buddie did.

Fake Player

2009-05-29T17:25:00.000+05:30

IPL is over with the glory as expected. I didn't follow it much except last few matches. Every now and then updates would just fall on my ears. That's how a blog called Fake IPL player caught my attention. At the bottom of this blog you will see a disclaimer by the Fake player claiming that everything in the blog is mere fiction. I'm less bothered about whether he's a true player or fake. I'd rather sit back and enjoy reading his blog.... Fake IPL Player. I enjoyed reading the blog more than watching that game indeed.

As you go on reading the Blog, appreciation naturally comes out for the writer for his sense of humor. So well written that at the end of the day you still ponder, who could this be in the team Knight Riders. Some say it could be Ganguly or coach himself. Else who could have such good gyan of dressing room dramas. What masala did he add to cook up those names. Walllah!!! they r finger lickin' good. My fav are Kishen kanhaiyya (Krishnamachari Srikanth) and Batliwaala( guess is yours). Now you'd like to taste the blog, right? go on.

Amidst all fake(or not, i don't know) stories written by fakeiplplayer, one thing's very true...

".......some others have been asking me if the matches are fixed. I want to ask you, why fix matches when you can fix the game? You take a 5-day game, make it into a day game, and then further shorten it to a 3.5 hour game. Throw in scantily dressed dancers, cleavage-showing anchors, beauty contests, dumb ass commentators with stupid jokes. And some seriously good competitive cricketers. And you have a magic potion that can hypnotise 200 Million people for 4 hours every day for more than a month. That 200 Million population has more money in their hands than any betting syndicate in the world. The game's about your time and your money."

ವರ್ಣಾವರಣ

2009-04-15T23:50:00.000+05:30

ಪ್ರಮೋದ್ ಅವರ ಕುಂಚ-ಪ್ರಪಂಚ ಪ್ರೇರಿತ ....

ವರ್ಣಾವರಣ

ವರ್ಣಗಳು ವಿಲೀನವಾದರೆ ಸಾಕು ಬಿಳಿ ಹಾಳೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ

ಅದು ಸುಪ್ತ ಮನಸಿನ ಅವ್ಯಕ್ತ ಭಾವಕ್ಕೆ ದರ್ಪಣದಂತೆ

ಕೋಲ್ ಮಿಂಚು ಕಾಮನಬಿಲ್ಲು ಸುಳಿವಿಲ್ಲದ ಸೆಲೆ

ಮೂಡುವುದು ಮರೆಯಾಗುವುದು; ಮರುಭೂಮಿಯ ಮರಳಂತೆ

ಬೆರೆಯುವುದು ಬದಲಾಗುವುದು ರೂಪುರೇಷೆ

ಬಾಗುವುದು ಬಳುಕುವುದು ಕುಂಚ ಕಲ್ಪನೆಗಳ ಹೊತ್ತು

ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ಭಾವನೆಗೆ ಜೀವಕಳೆಯ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶ

ವರ್ಣನೆಗೆ ನಿಲುಕದ ಅನುಭಾವದ ಅನಾವರಣ

ಅಮ್ಮಾ ನಿನ್ನ ಎದೆಯಾಳದಲ್ಲಿ....

2009-03-22T20:58:00.000+05:30

ಒಂದು ಮುಂಜಾವಿನಲಿ ಕಾಲುದಾರಿ ಸವೆಸಿ ಚಾಮುಂಡಿಬೆಟ್ಟದ ತಪ್ಪಲು ತಲುಪಿದಾಗ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನ ಸ್ವಾಗತಿಸಿದ ಆತಿಥೇಯ.

ಪ್ರಶ್ನಾತೀತ ಮೌನ

2009-01-31T12:32:00.000+05:30

ಮೌನ ...ಮಾನಸ ಸರೋವರದ

ಪ್ರಶಾಂತ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯೋ,

ಚಂಡಮಾರುತದ ಮುನ್ಸೂಚನೆಯೋ?

ಅಧರಗಳ ಗಂಟು ರಚಿಸುವುದು

ಭೇದಿಸಲಾಗದ ಚಕ್ರವ್ಯೂಹವೋ,

ಇದರ ಆದಿ ಎಲ್ಲಿ, ಅಂತ್ಯವೆಲ್ಲಿ?

ಮಾತು ಸೋತಾಗ ಮೌನ

ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ದ್ವಂದ್ವ,

ಹುಡುಕಾಟ ಯಾವ ಚೇತನದ್ದೋ?

ಮೌನದ ರಾಜಬೀದಿಯಲಿ,

ಮನ ತೇರೆಳೆಯುವುದು ಹೊಂಗನಿಸಿನದ್ದೋ

ಒಡೆದ ಕನಸಿನದ್ದೋ?

ಮೌನ...ಮಧುರವೋ ಕಟುವೋ

ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯವೋ ಆಡಂಬರವೋ

ಉತ್ತರಮುಖಿಯೋ ಪ್ರಶ್ನಾತೀತವೋ...ಎನೀ..?

ನನ್ನ ಸಂದರ್ಭದಲ್ಲಿ ಪರ್ಯಾಯ ಸಿನೆಮಾ

2008-12-20T18:19:00.001+05:30

ಕಳೆದ ತಿಂಗಳು "ನನ್ನ ಸಂದರ್ಭದಲ್ಲಿ ಪರ್ಯಾಯ ಸಿನಿಮಾ" ಚಿಂತನಾ ಕೂಟದಲ್ಲಿ ಭಾಗಿಯಾಗುವ ಅವಕಾಶ ನನ್ನದಾಯಿತು. ಇದು ಸಂವಾದ.ಕಾಂ ಹಾಗೂ ಕನ್ನಡಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ.ಕಾಂ ಜೊತೆಗೂಡಿ ಗಿರೀಶ್ ಕಾಸರವಳ್ಳಿ ಅವರ ಗೌರವಾರ್ಥ ಆಯೋಜಿಸಿದ ಸಿನೆಮಾ ರಸಗ್ರಹಣ ಶಿಬಿರ.

ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮದ ಕೇಂದ್ರಬಿಂದು - ಶ್ರೀ ಗಿರೀಶ್ ಕಾಸರವಳ್ಳಿ

ಈ ಪತ್ರ "ನನ್ನ ಸಂದರ್ಭದಲ್ಲಿ ಪರ್ಯಾಯ ಸಿನಿಮಾ" ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮದ ಅನುಭವವಲ್ಲ. ಅದರಿಂದ ಪ್ರೇರಿತ.

A cinema can Impress, Influence, and/or Inspire (i3) us. ಯಾವ ಚಿತ್ರ i3 ಆಗಬಲ್ಲದು ಎಂಬುದು ಹೇಳುವುದು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ಅದು commercial film ಅಥ್ವಾ ಅಪರೂಪಕ್ಕೆ ಕಲಾತ್ಮಕ ಚಿತ್ರ ಯಾವುದಾದರೂ ಆಗಬಹುದು. ಇಲ್ಲಿ "ಅಪರೂಪ" ಎಂದು ಬರೆದದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾರಣವಿದೆ. ಕಲಾತ್ಮಕ ಸಿನಿಮಾ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯರ ಆಯ್ಕೆ ಅಲ್ಲ. ಅದೇನಿದ್ರು serious film critique's choice. ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಇಂತಹ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳ ಹೂರಣ ಸಮಾಜದ ಹುಳುಕು ಮತ್ತು ಉತ್ತಮ ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ಕನಸು. ವ್ಯಂಗ್ಯ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಯಾರ ನೋವು ನಲಿವನ್ನ ಈ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಸೆರೆ ಹಿಡಿಯಲಾಗಿರತ್ತೋ ಅವರೇ ಅದನ್ನ ನೋಡೋಲ್ಲ. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬದಲಾಗಬೇಕಿರುವುದು ಯಾವುದು? ಸಿನೆಮಾ ಮಾಡುವ ರೀತಿಯೋ ಅಥವಾ ನೋಡುಗರೋ?
ಚಲನಚಿತ್ರಗಳನ್ನ ಮನರಂಜನೆಗೆ ನೋಡುವವರ ಸಂಖ್ಯೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚು. ನೀವು ಯಾವಾಗಲಾದರು "ನಾನು frame by frame ಅರ್ಥ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊತೀನಿ" ಅಂತ ಥಿಯೇಟರಿಗೆ ಹೋಗ್ತೀರಾ? ಸಿನಿಮಾ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ ಅಥವಾ ಇಲ್ಲ? ಕಥಾವಸ್ತು? ಇಷ್ಟ್ ಬಿಟ್ರೆ ಸಿನಿಮಾ ನೋಡೋಕೆ ಮಹತ್ವದ ಕಾರಣ ಇರೋಲ್ಲ. ಕಲಾತ್ಮಕ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳು ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳೇ ಆಗಿದ್ದರೆ ನೋಡುವವರನ್ನ ಏಣಿಸಬಹುದೇಕೆ? ಪ್ರೇಕ್ಷಕನನ್ನ ಸೆಳೆದು ತನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಳುಗಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ತೇಲಿಸುವಂಥ ಶಕ್ತಿ ಅವುಗಳಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲವೇ?

ವಾಸ್ತವ ತಿಳಿದಿರುವುದೇ. ಸೃಜನಶೀಲತೆಯ ಕೊರತೆ ನೋಡುಗ ಮತ್ತು ನಿರ್ದೇಶಕ ಇಬ್ಬರಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಇದೆ. ಇಂತಿಷ್ಟೇ ಬದಲಾವಣೆ ಸೂಕ್ತ ಎಂಬುದು ತಪ್ಪು. ಬದಲಾಗಬೇಕಿರುವುದು ಬಹಳಷ್ಟಿದೆ. ಶತಮಾನಗಳಿಂದಲೂ ಪರಿಪೂರ್ಣ ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ಹಂಬಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಜಗತ್ತು ಬದಲಾಗುತ್ತಲೇ ಇದೆ. ಶತಮಾನಗಳು ಕಳೆದವು ಇನ್ನು ಅದೇ ಹಂಬಲ ಇದೆ. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ಥಿರ ಒಂದೇ. ಅದು "ಬದಲಾವಣೆ". ಸಿನಿಮಾ ಬಂದಾಗಿನಿಂದ ಅದೆಲ್ಲವನ್ನ ಚಿತ್ರಿಸುತ್ತಲೇ ಇದೆ. ತಾನೂ ಬದಲಾಗುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಆದರೆ ದಿಕ್ಕು ದೆಶೆ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ. ಕಲಾತ್ಮಕ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳಲ್ಲೂ ಹೊಸ ನೀರು ಹರಿಯಬೇಕಿದೆ ಮತ್ತು ನೋಡುಗರ ದೃಷ್ಟಿ ಬದಲಾಗಬೇಕಿದೆ.

Creativity and Innovation

2008-12-19T14:13:00.000+05:30

I have a habit of making a draft of the posts, keep it for few days/months. Read it. Re-Read it. After all that if I find it convincing I am all set to post it. Below is one such post with a little difference. I've not written this post, don't even remember the source or why I saved it, but feeling it's worth sharing with my creative blog pals.

Source: Unknown
Are you a question generating machine? Then u surely an inventor.

“If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?” Einstein Inspiration can start the process, but no matter how complete the initial idea, inventions typically have to be developed.

For example, Amabile et al. (1996) suggest that while innovation "begins with creative ideas,"
"...creativity by individuals and teams is a starting point for innovation; the first is a necessary but not sufficient condition for the second."

If it was there why didn't I find it or u found.

A situation and so many ways to solve it. Taken a possibility u go on solving it can't u come out with that soln.

Graham Wallas & Richard Smith, in their work Art of Thought, published in 1926, presented one of the first models of the creative process. In the Wallas stage model, creative insights and illuminations may be explained by a process consisting of 5 stages:
(i) preparation (preparatory work on a problem that focuses the individual's mind on the problem and explores the problem's dimensions),
(ii) incubation (where the problem is internalized into the unconscious mind and nothing appears externally to be happening),
(iii) intimation (the creative person gets a 'feeling' that a solution is on its way),
(iv) illumination or insight (where the creative idea bursts forth from its preconscious processing into conscious awareness); and
(v) verification (where the idea is consciously verified, elaborated, and then applied).

"Creativity is the ability to illustrate what is outside the box from within the box." -The Ride

To elaborate on one example, Einstein, after years of fruitless calculations, suddenly had the solution to the general theory of relativity revealed in a dream “like a giant die making an indelible impress, a huge map of the universe outlined itself in one clear vision.”

How you shape your day? You r actually shaping your dream. So carefully craft it.

jiska khoon nahi khaula .....

2008-12-01T16:45:00.000+05:30

woh khoon nahi paani hai... so rightly said. If your blood is not boiling after what has happened in Mumbai you don't have the right to say you are an Indian or Citizen of any country. You can't find one Indian who's not talking about the Mumbai Terror attack. There is a wave of change. This shouldn’t settle down. Instead, it should become a movement against terrorism. Everyone is angry with the current system. Translate this anger into a driving force. Let it lead us to Peace and Harmony. Don’t let this terror attack fade away, like so many in the past. Speak out and start an unstoppable war against terrorism so the future would see the word “terrorism” only in the pages of the History.

Thanks to dear friend Asha for forwarding this poem to me. It's a wake-up call for all.

First they came for the Communists,and

I didn't speak up,

because I wasn't a Communist.

Then they came for the Jews,and

I didn't speak up,

because I wasn't a Jew.

Then they came for the Catholics,and

I didn't speak up,

because I was a Protestant.

Then they came for me,and

by that time there was no one left

To speak up for me.

-Rev. Martin Niemöller, 1946

("First they came…" is a poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.)

Stolen Moments

2008-10-20T22:55:00.000+05:30

What a Welcome! Mysore Railway Station

Men of honour and The palace ( Nice title for a film. Isn't it?)

No! that's not a track for flying. Devraj Aras Market in Celebration of Dasara

Janapadotsava

Lords(lots) of Comedy: Master Hiranayya, Pranesh, Richard Louis ......

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ತೆರೆ ಇಳಿದ ಮೇಲೆ

2008-10-08T23:13:00.000+05:30

ದಸರೆಗೆ ತೆರೆ ಇಳಿದಾಗಿದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಇನ್ನೂ ಕೆಳಗಳಿಸದ ಬ್ಯಾನರ್, ರಸ್ತೆಗೆ ತೋರಣವಾಗಿದ್ದ ಬಲ್ಬಗಳು ಸಂಭ್ರಮವನ್ನ ಮತ್ತೆ ಕಂಗಳ ಕೊಳದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೂಡಿಸುತ್ತವೆ. ಖಾಲಿಯಾಗಿರುವ ಮೈದಾನಗಳು ಕಳೆದ ವಾರ ಜನಸಾಗರದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಣ್ಣದಾಗಿ ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು . ಇಂದು ಎಷ್ಟು ದೊಡ್ಡದಾಗಿವೆ ಎನಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.

ಅರಮನೆ ಆವರಣದಲ್ಲಿಯ ಅಂಜನೇಯ ಗುಡಿ ಗೋಪುರ.

ದಸರಾ ಉತ್ಸವ ಹಬ್ಬವಷ್ಟೇ ಅಲ್ಲ.ಇದು ನವರಸಗಳ ಸಮಾಗಮ.ನಾಡಿನ ಹೆಮ್ಮೆ.ನಮ್ಮ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯ ಸುಮ ಅರಳಿ ಊರೆಲ್ಲಾ ಘಮಘಮಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಜನರ ಮನೋಭಾವದಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಒಂದು ರೀತಿಯ ಒಗ್ಗಟ್ಟು. ನಮ್ಮೂರು, ನಮ್ಮ ಜನ ಅನ್ನೋ ಆತ್ಮೀಯತೆ. ಈ ಬಾರಿ ಭಯದ ನೆರಳಿದ್ದರು ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ತಗ್ಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.ಕಳೆದ ಮೂರು ವರ್ಷದಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಕಂಡ ಸುಸಜ್ಜಿತ ದಸರಾ ಇದು.ಇದರ ಶ್ರೇಯ ಮೈಸೂರಿನ ಉಸ್ತುವಾರಿ ಸಚಿವೆ ಶೋಭಾ ಕರಂದ್ಲಾಜೆ ಅವರಿಗೂ ಸಲ್ಲುತ್ತದೆ. ರಸ್ತೆಗಳ ಕಾಮಗಾರಿ ಪೂರ್ಣ ಆಗಿರಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅವುಗಳ ಸ್ವಚ್ಛತಾ ಕೆಲಸ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ನಡೆಯಿತು. ಅಚ್ಚುಕಟ್ಟಾದ ಸುರಕ್ಷತಾ ವ್ಯವಸ್ಥೆ ನನ್ನ ಛಾಯಚಿತ್ರಗಳಲ್ಲೂ ಅಲ್ಲಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡಬಹುದು (Police everywhere ;). Specially Jamboo savari looked like a procession of police. ನೆನಪುಗಳನ್ನ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾದ ಮಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಪೋಣಿಸಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಇದು ದೊಡ್ಡ ಯಾತ್ರೆಯ ಸಣ್ಣ ಝಲಕ್ ಅಷ್ಟೇ.

To start with, it's "Yuva Dasara".

ಗಿಲಿ ಗಿಲಿ ಗಿಲಕ್ಕು, ಕಾಲ ಗೆಜ್ಜೆ ಝಣಕ್ಕು, ಹಾಡುಗಳ ಠಣಕ್ಕು,

ರಂಗೆದ್ದಿತೋ, ನಿನ್ನ ಕಂಡು ಹಾರಿ ಕುಣಿಯೋ ಗುಂಗೆದ್ದಿತೋ.

Rock On with Shankar Mahadevan....

ನಾಡ ಹಬ್ಬ ನೋಡು ಬಾ

2008-09-30T23:19:00.000+05:30

ನನ್ನ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಗೆ ಯಾವಾಗ್ಲೂ ಬರೋರಿಗೆ , ಅಪರೂಪಕ್ಕೆ ಬಂದವರಿಗೆ ಹಾಗೂ ದಾರಿ ತಪ್ಪಿ ಬಂದವರಿಗೆ ( ಬಾರದಿರುವವರನ್ನು ಸೇರಿಸಿ) ದಸರಾ ಹಬ್ಬಕ್ಕೆ ಆತ್ಮೀಯ ಸ್ವಾಗತ.

ಅರಮನೆ ಮುಂಭಾಗದಲ್ಲಿಯ ಸ್ವಾಗತ ಚಿತ್ರ

ದಿನದ ಕೆಲಸ ಮುಗಿಸಿ ಅರಮನೆ ಕಡೆ ಹೊರಟಾಗ ಸಂಜೆ ೭. ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ್ನಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಪುಳಕ. ದೀಪದ ಅಲಂಕಾರದಿಂದ ಕಂಗೊಳಿಸೋ ರಸ್ತೆಗಳು, ಅರಮನೆ ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ಒಂದು ರೋಮಾಂಚನ. ಅರಮನೆ ಮುಟ್ಟಿದಾಗ ಪ್ರಿಯಾ ಸಹೋದರಿಯರ ಗಾಯನ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭವಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಒಂದೆರಡು ಕಿರ್ತನೆಗಳನ್ನ ಕಿವಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ತುಂಬಿಕೊಂಡು ವಿಜಯ ದಶಮಿ ಮೆರವಣಿಗೆಗೆ ಅರಮನೆಗೆ ಆಗಮಿಸಿರುವ ಆನೆಗಳನ್ನ ನೋಡಿಕೊಂಡು ( I took a snap of all of them. But it din't come out well. You know why! :)) ಅಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಹೊರಟಾಗ ೮:೩೦. ಮನೆಗೆ ಹಿಂತಿರುಗುವ ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಗುವ ಕಲಾಮಂದಿರ ಕೈ ಬಿಸಿ ಕರೆಯಿತು.

ಅರಮನೆ ಆವರಣದಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಿಯಾ ಸಹೋದರಿಯರಿಂದ ಕಛೇರಿ

ರಂಗಾಯಣಕ್ಕೆ ದಾರಿ ತೋರುವ ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಬೊಂಬೆ

ಏನ್ ನಡೀತಿದೆ ಅನ್ನೋ ಕುತೂಹಲ ತಡೆಯಲಾರದೆ ಕಲಾಮಂದಿರ ಹಿಂದೆ ಇರುವ ರಂಗಾಯಣಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋದರೆ ಯಾವುದೋ ನಾಟಕ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ನಾಟಕ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭವಾಗಿ ಬಹಳ ಹೊತ್ತಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಅದರ ತೆರೆ ಇಳಿಯುವುದನ್ನ ನೋಡುವ ಅವಕಾಶ ನಮ್ಮದಾಯಿತು ( ಅರ್ಥ ಆಗ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ ಆದ್ರೆ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿತ್ತು ).

ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲೇ 'ಬೊಂಬೆ ಮನೆ'. ರಾಮಾಯಣ, ಮಹಾಭಾರತದ ಕಥೆಗಳಷ್ಟೇ ಅಲ್ಲದೆ ಹಳ್ಳಿಯ ಆಟಗಳು, ಮೈಸೂರು ಅರಮನೆ, ಜಂಬೂ ಸವಾರಿ, ಮದ್ವೆ ... ಅಬ್ಭಾ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಏನಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ ಕೇಳಿ ! ಅದನ್ನ ಜೋಡಿಸೋದಕ್ಕೆ ಹತ್ತು ದಿನಗಳು ಬೇಕಾಯಿತಂತೆ. 'ಬೊಂಬೆ ಮನೆ' ಯ ಕೆಲವು ಛಾಯಾಚಿತ್ರಗಳು ಇಲ್ಲಿವೆ.

ದ್ವಾರದಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ವಾಗತಕ್ಕೆ ಚಾಮುಂಡೇಶ್ವರಿ

ಸಿಂಗಾಪುರದ ಸುಂದರಿಯರಂತೆ ಇವರು!

ನಾಳೆ 'ಯುವ ದಸರಾ'ದೊಂದಿಗೆ ಭೇಟಿ.

Visit http://mysoredasara.net/ for more information.

ಜ್ಞಾಪಕ ಚಿತ್ರಶಾಲೆ

2008-09-28T23:46:00.000+05:30

ಮೈಸೂರಿನ ಕಲಾಮಂದಿರದಲ್ಲಿ ನಡೆದ 'ಈ' ಟಿವಿ ಆಯೋಜಿಸಿದ್ದ "ಕವಿನಮನ" ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮದ ಅನುಭವವನ್ನ ಈ ಪತ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ.

ಮೆರವಣಿಗೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಆಗಮಿಸಿದ ಕವಿಗಳು
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"ಮತ್ತದೇ ಸಂಜೆ ಅದೇ ಬೇಸರ" ಎನ್ನುವಂತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ ಈ ಭಾನುವಾರ ಸಂಜೆ. ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಾವ್ಯದ ರಸಧಾರೆ ಹರಿದಿತ್ತು ಕಲಾಮಂದಿರದಲ್ಲಿ. ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯಲೋಕದ 'ಅಂದು - ಇಂದು' ಗಳ ಮೇಳವಣೆ. ತಮ್ಮ ಹಾಗೂ ಕವಿಗಳ ನಂಟಿನ ಗಂಟನ್ನ ಬಿಚ್ಚಿ 'ಜ್ಞಾಪಕ ಚಿತ್ರಶಾಲೆ' (ಡಿ. ವಿ. ಜಿ ಅವರ ಕೃತಿಯೊಂದರ ಹೆಸರು) ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಸಿದವರು ರವಿಬೆಳೆಗೆರೆ. ಭಾವಗೀತೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಜೀವ ತುಂಬಿದವರು ಎಸ್. ಪಿ. ಬಿ, ಸಂಗೀತ ಕುಲಕರ್ಣಿ ಮತ್ತು ಇತರರು.

ಬರಿಯ ಗೀತೆಗಳಲ್ಲ ಅವು. ಮುಂಜಾವಿನ ತುಂತುರು ಸೋನೆ ಮಳೆ, ಕೃಷ್ಣನ ಕೊಳಲ ದನಿ, ಎದೆತುಂಬಿ ಬಂದ ಹಾಡು, ಅಥವಾ ಶಿವನ ಮುಡಿಯಿಂದ ಇಳಿದ ಗಂಗೆ...... ಒಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಅವೆಲ್ಲ ಉಪಮೆ ನಿಲುಕದ ಬರವಣಿಗೆ. ಅದರರ್ಥ, ಆಂತರ್ಯ ಬರೆಯಲು ನಾನು ಅಲ್ಪ.
ಕೆ. ಎಸ್. ನಿಸಾರ್ ಅಹಮದ್
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'ಮೈಸೂರು ಮಲ್ಲಿಗೆ'ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿ, 'ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮನ ಕಗ್ಗ'ದಲ್ಲಿ ಜೀವನಸಾರ, 'ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ'ದಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ನೆಲದ ಹಿರಿಮೆ ಗರಿಮೆ ..... ಹೀಗೆ ತಮ್ಮ ಅದ್ವಿತೀಯ ಸೃಜನಶೀಲತೆಯಿಂದ ನಮ್ಮ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯನ್ನ ಉಳಿಸಿ ಬೆಳೆಸಲು ಶ್ರಮಿಸಿದ ಸಾಹಿತಿಗಳಿಗೊಂದು ನಮನ ಈ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮ. 'ಈ' ಟಿವಿಯಲ್ಲಿ 'ಕವಿ ನಮನ' ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮ ಪ್ರಾಸಾರವಾಗುವುದು. ಕತ್ತರಿ ಪ್ರಯೋಗವಿರುತ್ತದೆಯಾದ್ದರಿಂದ ರವಿ ಬೆಳೆಗೆರೆಯವರ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಮಾತಿನ ಬಾಣಗಳು ಸಿಗದಿರಬಹುದು ಆದರೆ ನೋಡಲೇ ಬೇಕಾದ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮ.

'ಕವಿ ನಮನ' ಕ್ಕೆ ಸಜ್ಜುಗೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿರುವ ಕಲಾಮಂದಿರದ ವೇದಿಕೆ
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ಪ್ರಸ್ತುತವಾದ ಭಾವಗೀತೆಗಳು

ಓಂ ಸಚ್ಚಿದಾನಂದ - ಕು. ವೆಂ. ಪು.

ಕೊಳಲನೂದು ಗೋವಿಂದ - ಪು. ತಿ. ನ.

ಬದುಕು ಜಟಕಾ ಬಂಡಿ - ಡಿ. ವಿ. ಜಿ.

ಒಂದು ಮುಂಜಾವಿನಲಿ - ಚನ್ನವೀರ ಕಣವಿ.

ಎದೆತುಂಬಿ ಹಾಡಿದೆನು - ಜಿ. ಎಸ್. ಎಸ್.

ಕುರಿಗಳು ಸಾರ್ ಕುರಿಗಳು - ಕೆ. ಎಸ್. ನಿಸಾರ್ ಅಹಮದ್.

ಮರೆತೇನೆಂದರೆ ಮರೆಯಲಿ - ಚಂದ್ರಶೇಖರ ಕಂಬಾರ.

ಹಿಂದೆ ಹೇಗೆ ಚಿಮ್ಮುತಿತ್ತು - ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಿ ನಾರಾಯಣ ಭಟ್ಟ.

ನನ್ನ ಹಳೆಯ ಹಾಡುಗಳೇ- ವೆಂಕಟೇಶ್ ಮೂರ್ತಿ.

ನಿನ್ನ ಕಂಗಳ ಕೊಳದೇ - ಎಂ. ಏನ್ ವ್ಯಾಸರಾಯ.

ಇನ್ನೂ ಕೆಲವು ಭಾವಗೀತೆಗಳನ್ನ ಕೇಳ್ತಾ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಆದದ್ದೇ ತಿಳಿಯಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಬಾಲಸುಬ್ರಮಣ್ಯಂ ಅವರ ಸಿರಿಕಂಠದಲ್ಲಿ ದ. ರಾ. ಬೇಂದ್ರೆಯವರ "ಇಳಿದು ಬಾ ತಾಯೆ" ಗೀತೆಯೊಂದಿಗೆ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮ ಮುಕ್ತಾಯಗೊಂಡಿತು.

The Loverly Car

2008-08-16T20:07:00.002+05:30

My legs started shivering. I wanted to run but there was no way I could put it into action. Turned the key again, engine roared and I released the clutch slowly. So stupid of me to expect the car to move without taking my foot off the brake. But there seemed no co-ordination between my toe on the brake and the brain instructions. I looked into the rear mirror to check the traffic. There was a red hot bus behind. The bus driver was surely annoyed on my failure to make a way for him. Some how managed to move the wheels. Else, I would have got stuck for another minute at the traffic signal. I assumed there won’t be any signal at 7:30 in the morning and went out to harness my driving skills at the heart of the Palace city. Oh boy! I didn’t know driving in the city with the signals on is dreadful. It’s fun on road that is devoid of people and vehicle. I prefer two- wheeler for its flexibility on the narrow and crowded roads. On the other hand, love to drive my brother’s loverly car for the pleasure of learning something new. So far my driving skill has changed the wheel alignment and made accelerator lose sensitivity. I wonder how brake survived!!?
I’m optimistic that my brother would never find time to read this post. Well, he has never stopped me though.
Here’s a poem which is little realistic and a wee bit of imagination.
Only once I dropped the flashy mobile
And lost player, it was by chance dear brother.
Burnt the radio, oops , lack of knowledge.
Crashed your car, lack of experience.
I still take care of so many other gadgets
‘coz I know you love them so do I.

ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಇರುವೆಡೆ

2008-07-13T12:17:00.000+05:30

ಈ ಕವನ ಬರೆದು ವರ್ಷಗಳೇ ಉರುಳಿವೆ. ಆಗ ಕನ್ನಡಆಡಿಯೋ.ಕಾಂನಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಕಟಿಸಿದ್ದೆ. ಕವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಸತೇನು ಇಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೆ ಪದಗಳ ಜೋಡಣೆಯ ಸೊಗಸನ್ನ ಸವಿಯೋಕೆ ಓದಿ. ನನಗೆ ಮೂರು ನಾಲ್ಕು ಪದಗಳನ್ನ ಸೇರಿಸಿ ಒಂದು ಪದ ಮಾಡೋದಂದ್ರೆ ಬಹಳ ಪ್ರಿಯ. ಕವನದುದ್ದಕ್ಕೂ ನಿಮಗೆ ಅಂತಹ ಪದಗಳೇ ಕಾಣುತ್ತವೆ. ಕೊನೆಯ ಸಾಲು ತೊಂದರೆ ಕೊಡಬಹುದು. Try cracking it:).

ಹಾಡು, ಇದೇ ಹೊಸ ಹಾಡು

2008-06-08T10:28:00.000+05:30

'ಹಾಡೊಂದ ಹಾಡುವೆ ನೀ ಕೇಳು ಮಗುವೇ' .... ಯಾರ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯವಿದು ನೆನಪಾಯ್ತ? ನಿಮಗೆ ತಿಳಿದಿದ್ರೆ ನನ್ನ ಅಭಿನಂದನೆಗಳು. ಇದು ಅರ್.ಎನ್. ಜಯಗೋಪಾಲ ಅವರು ನಮಗಾಗಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋಗಿರುವ ಅಮೂಲ್ಯ ಗೀತೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು. ಇಂತಹ ಹಾಡನ್ನ ಕೇಳುವುದರಷ್ಟೇ ಆನಂದ ಅದನ್ನ ಬರೆದವರ ನೆನೆಯುವುದರಲ್ಲಿದೆ. ಅವರ ಕಲಾ ಸೇವೆಗೆ ನಾವು ತೋರಬಹುದಾದ ಕೃತಜ್ಞತೆ ಅದು.

ಹಳೆಯ ಹಾಡುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಅದೇನು ಮೋಡಿ ಇತ್ತು! ಗೀತೆ ಪರಿಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಲು ಬೇಕಾದ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಪರಿಕರಗಳನ್ನ ಹೇಗೆ ಅವರು ಹೊಂದಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದರೋ! ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಮತ್ತು ಸಂಗೀತ ಪೈಪೋಟಿ ಮಾಡಿತ್ತೇನೋ ಆಗ. ಗೀತೆಗಳ ಅರ್ಥದ ಆಳ ಅಪಾರ. ವಿಶ್ಲೇಷಿಸುವ ಆಸಕ್ತಿಯಾಗಲಿ, ಹೋಗಲಿ ಸಮಯ ಯಾರಲ್ಲಿ ಇದೆ? ಹಾಗಂತ ಸರಸ್ವತೀ ಪುತ್ರರ ಸೇವೆಯನ್ನ ಮರೆತರೆ ಭಾಷೆ, ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ ಬೆಳೆಯುವುದೇ? ಅದೇನೆ ಇರಲಿ. ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾದ ಮಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯವನ್ನ ಮತ್ತು ಸಾಹಿತಿಗಳನ್ನ ಉಳಿಸಿ ಬೆಳೆಸಲು ನಾವು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಿಸಬೇಕಲ್ಲವೇ? ಸಧ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ನನ್ನದೊಂದು ಪುಟ್ಟ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ.

ಲಭ್ಯವಾದ ಹಾಡಿನ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಪತ್ರಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ನಿಮ್ಮ ನೆಚ್ಚಿನ ಹಾಡು ಮತ್ತದರ ಚರ್ಚೆಗೆ ಆದರದ ಸ್ವಾಗತ.

ಹಾಡು: ಇದೇ ಹೊಸ ಹಾಡು * ಚಿತ್ರ: ನನ್ನ ತಮ್ಮ * ಹಾಡಿದವರು: ಪಿ. ಬಿ. ಎಸ್

ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ: ಕಣಗಾಲ್ ಪ್ರಭಾಕರ್ ಶಾಸ್ತ್ರಿ * ಸಂಗೀತ: ಘಂಟಸಾಲ

ಇದೇ ಹೊಸ ಹಾಡು, ಹೃದಯ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ ಹಾಡು

ಹೃದಯಾಷೆ ಭಾಷೆ ಈ ಹಾಡು { ಇದೇ ಹೊಸ }

ಮನದೆ ನೆನೆದ ಮಾತುಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಮಧುವಾಗಿ ಸವಿಯುವ ಹಾಡು

ಸವಿಯಾದ ಜೀವನವೆಲ್ಲ ಹಾಯಾದ ಒಲವಿನ ಹಾಡು

ಒಲವು ಚಲವು ಒಂದಾದೆಲ್ಲ ಎಂದೂ ಯಾರು ಮರೆಯದ ಹಾಡು { ಇದೇ ಹೊಸ }

ಚಂದ್ರ ಕಾಂತಿ ಚಿಮ್ಮಿದ ಹಾಡು, ಮೈ ಮರೆಸಿ ನಗಿಸೋ ಹಾಡು

ಮುಂಬಾಳ್ವೆಯ ಮುನ್ನುಡಿ ಹಾಡು, ತಾಯಿ ದೇವಿ ಹರಸಿದ ಹಾಡು

ಜನ್ಮ ಜನ್ಮದ ಪುಣ್ಯದ ಹಾಡು, ಕನ್ನಡಾಂಬೆ ಕಲಿಸಿದ ಹಾಡು { ಇದೇ ಹೊಸ }

Me and My Stars

2008-05-13T12:43:00.000+05:30

I would like to welcome you to my space of thoughts with a short story. I'm sure even you had a similar experience with the facts.

Me and My Stars
I gazed out of the window to see if any one of them is missing. I know I can't make out even if few of them go absconding. Still I like counting them when I don't get sleep. Small, big, bluish, reddish and so on.I admire all, but am a little biased towards big, blue stars.
As a kid I believed they were paris [angels] in bright blue frock with magical powers. If our wishes were true they would come down and fulfill them when we sleep. That is what they did in the stories told by my granny atleast. Later my teacher taught me a fact that they are suns but calledstars because they are far away. Disappointed I was. Because I had so many wishes that pari had to bestow.
More and more facts accumulated. Stars turn into a black hole. I would say it is a transformation of a good ol' light emitter into an eater. Heck! Why should I care? Facts are so annoying. They killed all my imagination. Hence I decided not to go behind them. I would dwell among stars to fathom a never known world. Count them as if they are wishes. Join them to create a picture on the dark canvas and slip to sleep to seethem come alive.

Calvin says....
"Reality continues to ruin my life."