THE MAGICAL WORD

LOVE! The one word, love, just brings out a smile on the face of the person who says it or reads it somewhere. Why? At least I don't know, buy I must agree, it brings out a smile on my face too. And so did it on yours. Ever tried asking someone "What is love?" They will say "Love is......" and there is a big pause and a bigger smile on their faces.
           But what most people don't do is they never ask themselves- "What is love?" Will the question remain unanswered forever? Will you accept this and be done with it? My answer would be 'NO' and many will also do the same.
           Then the question is 'what next?' As modern people, what we may do is, we may ask the 'scientist'. The scientist in a geeky way(errr.... No offence) will tell you that love is a feeling, rather than a mental stimulation caused by the hormone oxytocin also called as 'love hormone.'
            Can we accept this and be done with it? I would say "No", so will many, Many say love is a beautiful thing. Others say it brings pain and misery with it, But I would say the topic of discussion is contextual. For example, how can your love for your mother bring pain and misery.
               Love usually confused for a relation between a girl and a boy or a man and a woman, is it only that, Its not just that. You can love your mother, father, or even friends. This misconception is being demonised in this work of mine. I am no one to define 'love'. But I here I have a few notes from few books which may be relative in defining love.
                It is said that love is 'Identification.' By identification, I mean relating to the person, relating to his pain, to happiness. That is love.
               It is also said that:
                                         LOVE+SELFISHNESS= ATTACHMENT
                                         ATTACHMENT-SELFISHNESS=LOVE
                In another book, it's clearly depicted as a trace of selfishness, possessiveness or even expectancy in a relation renders it, devoid of love.
               Love is a pure feeling without expecting anything from anyone. In my case if I clearly note, I love only three people in those world. This question may arise in your life too and it will not be a shock to me that you my not even find one. Sit at home and ask yourself, "How many people do I love selflessly, not possessively and without expecting anything?" and as a disclaimer, I would like to tell' I am not responsible for your shock. I did a case study in the question, "How many people does everyone love without selfishness, possessiveness and unexpectedly." and the results are devastating... one, two or three and may be even zero.
              In this world where nature has only love for us , Why is it hard to find love? Why do we fail to love everyone around us ?Why do we even fail to try to love everyone around us? Why have we decided that we love these many people and don't love others? Why?
               The answer to this question is buried deep in you. I argue you to go search for it. Coming to my opinion "I define love as being happy in others happiness" and I personally think that its high time we send the messages of love everywhere and our environment, our surrounding and our world is soon blessed with boon of love. I think, instead of bestowing, 'the only special one' with so much, we can everyone equally and unselfishly. So get up everyday in the morning and say to yourself. "I love everyone." I guess, it works. By the way, I LOVE YOU.
            

KANNADA BARUTHA???

                Aaah! I am sure lot of you in Bangalore would have heard this, but what is Kannada Barutha? Here it goes. Bangalore the IT capital of India, the silicon city and now a metro city opened the gates to almost all kinds of people. Very evidently, the recent poll census proved that there are only 47% of original inhabitants in Bangalore. The lifestyle of the city has seen a gradual change with pizza corners replacing MTR, classy eat out's replacing 'Vidyarthi Bhavan' and flashy pubs replacing 'Mahalakshmi Wine Shops'. 'Change is ineveitable' from the days of BEML, HL & BHEL to INFOSYS and WIPRO. Bangalore has a new look now on the world map. Gone are the days where a typical sunday for any Bangalorean was a nice romantic walk on the pavements of 'Lalbagh' and 'rava idli & coffee' at the nearest yet old looking MTR and a wonderful Annavra (Dr.Rajkumar) film either at Santosh or Central Talkies. Today's Bangalore is deluged in traffic, stress and pressure. Saturday nights without a dine out is desolate and a Sunday without a visit to either a nearest spa Or health clinic is schlocky! The Gandhi Bazaar shops are now AC cooled super markets, majestic is now replaced by diversified Brigade road, Sri Cauvery coffee joint is now Coffee Day and Barista. With globalization and more retail market the city will definitely see more forceful changes.
   
               





Have all these changed our language? Kannada, the local language of Bangalore is supposed to be one of the oldest language. It also has a unique script as compared to its other counterparts; but what is the percentage of people really speaking kannada in Bangalore now? The figures are staggering in a different sense, altogether only 37% of people speak kannada in state's capital, for resr it is only "Kannada barutha?"

                  You want to ask an address in Bangalore? Or reply to a question then English is the most preferred language other than ?Hindi. Its a famous fact that two kannadigas in an IT Company always talk in a neutral language! Even the vendors are channeled with this new wave. People have lost the confidence of speaking in the local language and more over speaking kannada on the streets of M.G. Rod or Kormangala  is substandard. Shopping malls in the city have been completely banned from using kannada, not a forced one but definitely an adapted one. One has to confirm that the other person knows the language before her starts using any language.

                   Just to hit some facts, Marathi is still the largest and common speaking language in Mumbai even though Mumbai has the highest number of inhabitants. Telugu is a practiced ritual in yet another IT Hub Hydrabad. In Tamil Nadu, beware you can be alive if you are a fan of Rajnikanth or if you know Tamil. Malayalam is practiced among mallu's in Kuwait, Dubai Or any hospital!

                     I am neither a Kannada activist nor  I run any kannada supporting organization. I am just a plebian who just loves the language though me being a telugite. Globalization is the trend and modernisation the mantra, but at the cost of language? Sounds illogical.. Is speaking Kannada down market? The answer has to be found within ourself...

I AND YOU

              He was the first man in my life whom i loved unconditionally. He had the pleasure of filling so many roles in my life. Role model, teacher, leader, coach, hero, confidant, counsellor, journeyman, etc. I thought it would be the same all my life. But, things gradually changed with time. He became too busy, had no time. Except me, all the other things in this world became important to him. Many questions raised in my mind, he had no time to listen to them and answer. So, thought of putting those thoughts here, may be one fine day he would answer them.(?) I want him back in my life.
              
                     "You've been away all these times. When my heart reached for you, you've been too busy; you blame your job. you say all that you do is just for me. But we have just one life to live, trust our life to be together, till the end, forever. Trust me and you."

                       "You never sat by me to hear the chimes. You say, its fantasy too good to be true. You never comforted me as I sob. You said you would some day, but you didn't see."

                         "We have just one life to live, just one life to be together, till the end of forever. Its not too late, please stop to pause. Please stop and listen- You'll hear a whole life to be together. Just me and you- 'DAD & DAUGHTER'!"

         Dad, you know why daughter's love their dad the most? As they believe that there is at least one man in the world who will never hurt them. I often find myself missing you. The sadness still comes along once in a while. There are no words to tell you what I feel inside. The hurt, the anger, might gradually subside. A billion times I'll need you, a billion times I'll cry... I love you dearly! In my heart you hold a place that no no can ever fill. I will smile whenever I hear your name and be proud of you dad. 
                               Dad, I miss you more than words can ever say. There is not a moment that goes by that I don't think about you. I would give anything to have you back. I cant believe I have to go through life without you. I miss everything about you - your advice, our trips, your dry sense of humour, your intelligence & wisdom, cooking for you, making fun of you with the computer,. You were the best man I ever knew and that will never change. LOVE YOU DAD!
                      
                        

RUPEE...!!

The sun rose above the horizon and cast its golden glow across the blue sky. The lofty limitless rays raced through the silvery window panes. A chill wind faded away, making the curtains dance to their tunes. It brushed against my designed outfit which shone as bright as the sun.
              As I lay amidst my fellow companions, happy thoughts drenched through the dark room. Suddenly as the curtains waved furiously and the window slammed violently. I held my breath while the door slowly began to open and a gust of breeze floated over the grey streaked floor.
                Before I could come to terms with the hands of the stranger, I was picked and locked up in a large box. From here, began my journey of life. Soon, the box was opened and within a few seconds, I realised that I was a part of transaction. The man tucked me in his pocket and away I went from my birthplace. For three days and three nights, I was numb, partly due to the fear and partly due to the silence. Finally, when walked with his coat on, I was getting ready for another exploration.
                  No! I could not believe it! His torn pocket made way for me to fall into a gutter! My teeth were chattering and my lips were quivering, Everything seemed weird and uncanny feelings crept in. Thunder roared and streaks of lightning flashed across the sky throwing scary shadows on my metal face. Just as the fear glistened in my eyes, a rag-picker picked me up.
                  He treasured me for weeks, and then, I moved through the hands of shop-keepers and vendors of the locality. I did also experience the feel of the rich estate owners and entrepreneurs. My adventures are many. But now, I have become pale and old, dull and worn. The lion's head on my face is faint and the letters on my chest have been rubbed out. No one notices me for the value printed on me as it is not visible. My attempts at consoling myself have gone in vain. But tears and smiles have blossomed in my heart which I believe will always shine and gleam through the red streaks of my hair. But if words are to be believed its hard to say goodbye...

Yours,
           rupee