Sunday, December 30, 2007
My books release function
On 16th December 2007 my three Kannada books along with four of Dr. K. Puttaswamy's were released at Nayana Sabhangana, Bagnalore. My three books are (1) Boccacciona Rasikathegalu (2) Putta Rajakumara and (3) Matahari. First two are translations. Books were released by Dr.K.V.Narayana, Linguist and Former Vice Chancellor, Kannada University and the function was Presided by Dr.S.G.Siddaramaiah, Chairman, Kannada Pusthaka Pradhikara. Ravikanthe Gowda, DCP spoke about my books and Dr.Krishna Murthy Belegere spoke about Dr.K.P.'s books. Here are some photos from a News paper's report.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Butterfly Park
Anna and Shash's cousin Ayan had come from UK on his `half yearly' visit to Bangalore. Shash had told him that I often visit forests and he wanted to visit one forest. Since I could not take him to forest, R said atleast we could take him to Butterfly park and Lion Safari at Bannerghatta National Park. Even I wanted to visit Butterfly Park as my Chandru was involved in that Project.
Shash took these nice photos
Watching Butterflies
Butterfly museum
The mission of the Butterfly Park is to foster an appreciation of butterflies and other invertebrates while educating the public about the need for conservation of threatened habitats in the tropics and around the world. India hosts 9.5 percent, that it around 1500 of the 17,000 butterfly species in the world.
Later we went to Zoological Park and for Safari, where we saw majestic white tiger, lions relaxing in the open.
We were bid farewell by the beautiful dance of the white peafowl!
This Butterfly Park which is first in the Country was inaugurated on Saturday November 25, 2006 by Union Minister of Science and Technology Kapil Sibal.
The Butterfly Park is spread across 7.5 acres of land. It comprises a butterfly conservatory, museum and an audio-visual room. The butterfly conservatory has a polycarbonate roof and is a 10,000 sq.ft. circular enclosure, inside which the living environment has been carefully designed to support over 20 species of butterflies. The environment has a tropical setting — complete with the humid climate, an artificial waterfall and host plants and shrubs that attract butterflies. The conservatory leads into the second and third domes, which have a museum that will have dioramas and exhibits....
The collaborative agencies are the Zoo Authority of Karnataka, University of Agricultural Sciences and the Ashoka Trust for Research in Ecology and Environment.Ayan at Butterfly Park
Shash took these nice photos
The dome
Watching Butterflies
Butterfly museum
The mission of the Butterfly Park is to foster an appreciation of butterflies and other invertebrates while educating the public about the need for conservation of threatened habitats in the tropics and around the world. India hosts 9.5 percent, that it around 1500 of the 17,000 butterfly species in the world.Later we went to Zoological Park and for Safari, where we saw majestic white tiger, lions relaxing in the open.
We were bid farewell by the beautiful dance of the white peafowl!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Why do I feel lonely?
It is a very big city
People always around you
Yet loneliness hangs around
Like the dust and smoke of the vehicles
You are always lost
Among the crowd or
In your faceless thoughts
Always trying to find a reason
To live or is it always finding excuses?
Where have all the friends gone?
Or is it I am lost in the depths
Of my loneliness?
Why do I feel lonely?
Or rather have I forced it upon me?
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Flying hearts and the Aero Show
When the children’s exams gets over, a sense relief surrounds the whole family. Parents sigh of relief is as if they also have just completed their exams. The quantity and the size of books these days children read is frightening.
Since today was the day of A and S’s freedom from exams, they had `ordered’ me to take them to Aero Show. May be their hearts and minds also wanted to soar in the sky like the metal birds.
S and A enjoying the Show
It was 2.40 in the afternoon when we reached the spot and the show had just begun.
I was amazed at the S’s knowledge of the jets and fighter planes and he helped me to identify them.
The show was fantastic.
`Suryakirans’ performance at the end of the show was astounding.
They formed a `heart’ in mid air and vanished.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
What children Teach Us
Recently I read book which I had purchased in Bangalore Book Fair- `What Our Children Teach Us` by Piero Ferucci. It is a fascinating book.
The author is a psychologist and incidentally I am also interested in psychology since my college days. I have written a book on dreams and another on sexual psychology. I wrote an article about why children cry. It was through a psychological perspective. I had a lot of theories about children, their upbringing, their thoughts etc. etc. Well that was all before my marriage and before I had children of my own! After my children were born, my theories were humbled and my theories were gone with the wind!
And now, about the book- the author says,
`Living with our children allows us to grow. I am convinced that this is so for everyone. With children we have the opportunity to cultivate patience and humour, deepen the intelligence of the heart, learn to find hidden richness in ordinary life, find unexpected happiness.
`Nevertheless, this transformation is not always painless. Alongside moments of joy there are also challenging trials, in which our weaknesses, our lies and hyprocrisies, our doubts and contradictions, our shortcoming, are all brought under the most pitiless light. And yet this is how change often happens.
`Like every parent, I have been stung, squeezed out, wounded, reprogrammed, turned inside out, never let off the hook. How often have my children, with a diabolical instinct, touched those weak points, I kept carefully concealed! These episodes have transformed me. In a hard and painful way, they have made me different from the person I was before, like no course of psychotherapy, no spiritual retreat, no meeting with an Oriental guru could have done.`
I close this small post with an anecdote of my own. I have also written this in the Introduction of my Kannada book `Neenemba Naanu’. When my son was seven years old and while watching a TV programme where a dead was burnt on pyre, he asked why they do it. I explained him about life and death and after death why they burn or bury the deceased. I also told him that every living organism ultimately has to go back to soil. I told him philosophically that we all come from soil and ultimately we go back to soil. He attentively listened my lecture. I was watching his face for any expressions. He thought for a while, then asked, `You tell that we all come from soil and go back to soil. But why do you scold me when I play in soil?`
Frankly, I had no answer.
The author is a psychologist and incidentally I am also interested in psychology since my college days. I have written a book on dreams and another on sexual psychology. I wrote an article about why children cry. It was through a psychological perspective. I had a lot of theories about children, their upbringing, their thoughts etc. etc. Well that was all before my marriage and before I had children of my own! After my children were born, my theories were humbled and my theories were gone with the wind!
And now, about the book- the author says,
`Living with our children allows us to grow. I am convinced that this is so for everyone. With children we have the opportunity to cultivate patience and humour, deepen the intelligence of the heart, learn to find hidden richness in ordinary life, find unexpected happiness.
`Nevertheless, this transformation is not always painless. Alongside moments of joy there are also challenging trials, in which our weaknesses, our lies and hyprocrisies, our doubts and contradictions, our shortcoming, are all brought under the most pitiless light. And yet this is how change often happens.
`Like every parent, I have been stung, squeezed out, wounded, reprogrammed, turned inside out, never let off the hook. How often have my children, with a diabolical instinct, touched those weak points, I kept carefully concealed! These episodes have transformed me. In a hard and painful way, they have made me different from the person I was before, like no course of psychotherapy, no spiritual retreat, no meeting with an Oriental guru could have done.`
I close this small post with an anecdote of my own. I have also written this in the Introduction of my Kannada book `Neenemba Naanu’. When my son was seven years old and while watching a TV programme where a dead was burnt on pyre, he asked why they do it. I explained him about life and death and after death why they burn or bury the deceased. I also told him that every living organism ultimately has to go back to soil. I told him philosophically that we all come from soil and ultimately we go back to soil. He attentively listened my lecture. I was watching his face for any expressions. He thought for a while, then asked, `You tell that we all come from soil and go back to soil. But why do you scold me when I play in soil?`
Frankly, I had no answer.
Hindu God and Muslim God
Few days back I read in news papers that two Kashmiri Muslim Youth were arrested in North Karnataka while doing ‘namaz’ in a Hindu `Temple’. I do not know anything about about their intentions. Probably people and police thought they were desecrating the Hindu temple.
I remembered a news clipping I had read in a English weekly a year back. That particular reporter had gone to Kashmir and while he was returning to Srinagar in a taxi, that taxi driver, a Muslim, asked the reporter whether he wished to visit the Sun Temple. It was evening and the reporter said ‘yes’. It was a beautiful temple. While the reporter was going around the temple he saw two Muslims doing namaz in the precincts of the temple. He was surprised to see that and out of curiosity he asked them being Muslims were they not offended to pray in a Hindu temple? They questioned him back with a smile, `Why, don’t you know, that the God is one irrespective of religion?’.
I remembered a news clipping I had read in a English weekly a year back. That particular reporter had gone to Kashmir and while he was returning to Srinagar in a taxi, that taxi driver, a Muslim, asked the reporter whether he wished to visit the Sun Temple. It was evening and the reporter said ‘yes’. It was a beautiful temple. While the reporter was going around the temple he saw two Muslims doing namaz in the precincts of the temple. He was surprised to see that and out of curiosity he asked them being Muslims were they not offended to pray in a Hindu temple? They questioned him back with a smile, `Why, don’t you know, that the God is one irrespective of religion?’.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
My Kannada poetry ಕೆಲವು ಕನ್ನಡ ಪದ್ಯಗಳು
ರಷಿಯನ್ ಕವಿ ಲಿಯೊನಿಡ್ ಮಾರ್ಟಿನೋನ ಈ ಪದ್ಯಗಳು ನನಗಿಷ್ಟವಾಗಿದ್ದವು. ನಾನು ಇವುಗಳನ್ನು ಅನುವಾದ ಮಾಡಿ ಇಪ್ಪತ್ತೈದು ವರ್ಷಗಳೇ ಆಗಿವೆ. ನಿಮಗೂ ಇಷ್ಟವಾದರೆ ತಿಳಿಸಿ.
ನಾ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಾಗಲಾರೆ
ನಾ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಾಗಲಾರೆ
ಕೋಗಿಲೆಯೂ ಸಹ, ಗೆಳೆಯ
ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯ ಕಿಟಕಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಊಹಿಸಿಕೋನನ್ನ,
ಖುಷಿಯಿಂದ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಕಂಡ ತಕ್ಷಣ
ನೀನು ಹೇಳುತ್ತೀಯೆ
`ಅಯ್ಯೋ ಮುದ್ದಿನ ಮರಿ!
ಕಿಟಕಿಯನ್ನು ಬಡಿಯುತ್ತಿದೆಯಲ್ಲ!'
ಕಿಟಕಿಯ ಗಾಜನ್ನು ಬಡಿದೂ ಬಡಿದೂ
ನನ್ನ ರೆಕ್ಕೆಯೆಲ್ಲ ನೋವಾಗಿ
ನೀನು ಮೆಲ್ಲನೆ
ಒಂಚೂರು ಕಿಟಕಿ ತೆರೆದಾಗ
ಸುಸ್ತಾದ ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನ
ಅಂಗೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬೀಳುತ್ತೇನೆ.
`ಹೋ ಎಷ್ಟು ಚಂದ!'
ಎಂದು ಹೇಳುತ್ತ, ಬೆಕ್ಕನ್ನು ಓಡಿಸಿ
ಒಣಗಿದ ರೊಟ್ಟಿಯ ಚೂರನ್ನು
ಗಂಟಲಿಗೆ ತುರುಕುತ್ತೀಯೆ
ನಾನು ತಿನ್ನಲಾಗದಿದ್ದರೂ.
`ಎಷ್ಟು ಚಂದ!' ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ
ಹೇಳುತ್ತ ನನ್ನ ಕೊಕ್ಕು, ಮೈಮೇಲೆಲ್ಲಾ
ಮುದ್ದಿನ ಮಳೆಗರೆಯುತ್ತೀಯೆ.
ನಾವು ಗುಲಾಮರಾಗಿಬಿಡುತ್ತೇವೆ……
……. ಎಷ್ಟೊಂದು ಮೂರ್ಖತನ!
ಇಲ್ಲ, ಎಂದಿಗೂ
ನಾ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಾಗಲಾರೆ.
****
ಚಿತ್ರಗಾರ
ಒಬ್ಬ ಚಿತ್ರಗಾರ
ತನ್ನ ಮಗಳ ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಿಡಿಸಿದ.
ಅವಳು
ಮಧ್ಯರಾತ್ರಿಯ ಚಂದ್ರನಂತೆ
ತೇಲಿಹೋದಳು.
ತನ್ನ ಮಗನ
ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಿಡಿಸಿದ
ಅವನು
ದ್ರಾಕ್ಷಾತೋಟದಲ್ಲಿನ
ಕೋಗಿಲೆಯಂತೆ ಹಾರಿಹೋದ
`ಎಂಥ ಅದ್ಭುತ ಕಲೆ!'
ಮೆಚ್ಚಿಕೊಂಡರು ಚಿತ್ರಗಾರನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರು.
ಚಿತ್ರಗಾರ
ತನ್ನ ಸ್ವಂತ ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಿಡಿಸಿ
ಜನರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ತೋರಿಸಿದ
ಜನ ಒಕ್ಕೊರಲಿನಿಂದ ಕೂಗಿದರು
`ಅದು ನನ್ನದೇ ಚಿತ್ರ!'
ನಾ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಾಗಲಾರೆ
ನಾ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಾಗಲಾರೆ
ಕೋಗಿಲೆಯೂ ಸಹ, ಗೆಳೆಯ
ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯ ಕಿಟಕಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಊಹಿಸಿಕೋನನ್ನ,
ಖುಷಿಯಿಂದ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಕಂಡ ತಕ್ಷಣ
ನೀನು ಹೇಳುತ್ತೀಯೆ
`ಅಯ್ಯೋ ಮುದ್ದಿನ ಮರಿ!
ಕಿಟಕಿಯನ್ನು ಬಡಿಯುತ್ತಿದೆಯಲ್ಲ!'
ಕಿಟಕಿಯ ಗಾಜನ್ನು ಬಡಿದೂ ಬಡಿದೂ
ನನ್ನ ರೆಕ್ಕೆಯೆಲ್ಲ ನೋವಾಗಿ
ನೀನು ಮೆಲ್ಲನೆ
ಒಂಚೂರು ಕಿಟಕಿ ತೆರೆದಾಗ
ಸುಸ್ತಾದ ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನ
ಅಂಗೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬೀಳುತ್ತೇನೆ.
`ಹೋ ಎಷ್ಟು ಚಂದ!'
ಎಂದು ಹೇಳುತ್ತ, ಬೆಕ್ಕನ್ನು ಓಡಿಸಿ
ಒಣಗಿದ ರೊಟ್ಟಿಯ ಚೂರನ್ನು
ಗಂಟಲಿಗೆ ತುರುಕುತ್ತೀಯೆ
ನಾನು ತಿನ್ನಲಾಗದಿದ್ದರೂ.
`ಎಷ್ಟು ಚಂದ!' ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ
ಹೇಳುತ್ತ ನನ್ನ ಕೊಕ್ಕು, ಮೈಮೇಲೆಲ್ಲಾ
ಮುದ್ದಿನ ಮಳೆಗರೆಯುತ್ತೀಯೆ.
ನಾವು ಗುಲಾಮರಾಗಿಬಿಡುತ್ತೇವೆ……
……. ಎಷ್ಟೊಂದು ಮೂರ್ಖತನ!
ಇಲ್ಲ, ಎಂದಿಗೂ
ನಾ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಾಗಲಾರೆ.
****
ಚಿತ್ರಗಾರ
ಒಬ್ಬ ಚಿತ್ರಗಾರ
ತನ್ನ ಮಗಳ ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಿಡಿಸಿದ.
ಅವಳು
ಮಧ್ಯರಾತ್ರಿಯ ಚಂದ್ರನಂತೆ
ತೇಲಿಹೋದಳು.
ತನ್ನ ಮಗನ
ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಿಡಿಸಿದ
ಅವನು
ದ್ರಾಕ್ಷಾತೋಟದಲ್ಲಿನ
ಕೋಗಿಲೆಯಂತೆ ಹಾರಿಹೋದ
`ಎಂಥ ಅದ್ಭುತ ಕಲೆ!'
ಮೆಚ್ಚಿಕೊಂಡರು ಚಿತ್ರಗಾರನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರು.
ಚಿತ್ರಗಾರ
ತನ್ನ ಸ್ವಂತ ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಿಡಿಸಿ
ಜನರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ತೋರಿಸಿದ
ಜನ ಒಕ್ಕೊರಲಿನಿಂದ ಕೂಗಿದರು
`ಅದು ನನ್ನದೇ ಚಿತ್ರ!'
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪದ್ಯಗಳು
ಈ ಪದ್ಯಗಳನ್ನು ಬರೆದು ಬಹಳ ವರ್ಷಗಳೇ ಆದುವು. ಎಲ್ಲೋ ಮೂಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ, ಮನದಾಳದಲ್ಲಿ, ಕಾಗದಗಳ ರಾಶಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿದ್ದಿದ್ದ ಇವುಗಳನ್ನು ಹೆಕ್ಕಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ತಂದಿದ್ದೇನೆ.
ಈ ಬರದ ಬೇಗೆಯಲ್ಲೂ
ಬೋಳು ಮರದ ಮೇಲೆ
ಕೂತು ಹಾಡುತ್ತ ಮೈ
ಮರೆಯುವ ಕೋಗಿಲೆ
ಎಂಥ ಸುಳ್ಳುಗಾರ, ಅಲ್ಲವೆ?
***
ಎದುರು ಮನೆಯ ಹುಡುಗ
ಆಕೆಯನ್ನು ಕಡೆಗಣ್ಣಿನಿಂದಲೂ
ನೋಡದೆ ಹೂ ಗಿಡಗಳಿಗೆ
ನೀರೆರೆಯುವುದ ಕಂಡಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲಾ
ಆಕೆಗೆ
ಆ ಗಿಡಗಳಲ್ಲಿ
ಹೂವಾದರೂ ಆಗಿರಬೇಕಿತ್ತು
ಎನಿಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು.
***
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಸಂಕೇತವಾಗಿ
ಹೂ ಕೊಟ್ಟವನನ್ನು
ಗುಮಾನಿಯಿಂದ ನೋಡು
ಏಕೆಂದರೆ, ಇಂದಲ್ಲ ನಾಳೆ
ಖಂಡಿತ ಈ ಹೂವು ಬಾಡುತ್ತದೆ.
***
ಗೆಳತಿ,
ಹೂಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಮೋಡಗಳು
ನಿನ್ನ ಸವತಿಯರಾಗಬೇಕಾದರೆ
ಕವಿಯೊಬ್ಬನನ್ನು ಮದುವೆಯಾಗು.
***
ಅಂಗೈ ನೋಡಿ
ಭವಿಷ್ಯ ಹೇಳುತ್ತೇನೆಂದು
ಹುಡುಗಿಯಕೈ ಹಿಡಿದ ಹುಡುಗನಿಗೆ
ಕಾಲವೇ ಭ್ರಮೆ ಎನ್ನಿಸಿ
ಸಮಯ ಹಾಗೇ ನಿಂತುಬಿಡಲಿ
ಎಂದುಕೊಂಡನಂತೆ.
***
ಹೂವಲ್ಲಿ ದುಂಬಿ
ಮಧು ಹೀರುವುದನ್ನು
ಪ್ರೇಮಕ್ಕೂ ಮತ್ತೊಂದಕ್ಕೂ
ಕವಿಯೊಬ್ಬಹೋಲಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವಾಗ
ಇದಾವುದರ ಪರಿವೆಯಿಲ್ಲದೆ
ಆ ದುಂಭಿ ತನ್ನ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ
ತುಂಬಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಕಾಯಕ
ಮುಂದುವರೆಸಿತ್ತು.
***
ಪ್ರೇಮದ ಮುಸುಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಕಾಮ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗೆಅಡಗಿ
ಕೂತಿರುತ್ತದೆ ಎನ್ನುವ
ಫ್ರಾಯ್ಡ್ ಹೇಳಿದ ಸತ್ಯ
ತಿಳಿದ ನಂತರ
ನನ್ನ ಗೆಳೆತಿಯೊಂದಿಗೆ
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಮಾತಾಡಲು
ಹೋದರೂ ಮೈಯೇಕೋ
ಬೆವರುತ್ತದೆ.
***
ಆ ಹುಡುಗ
ಸ್ತ್ರೀ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ್ಯವನ್ನು ಬೆಂಬಲಿಸಿ
ಅವಳೆದುರು ಭಾಷಣ ಹೊಡೆಯುವಾಗ
ಆಕೆಗೆ ಅವಳ ಅಭಿಪ್ರಾಯ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಪಡಿಸಲು
ಎಲ್ಲರಂತೆ ಅವಕಾಶವೇ ಕೊಡಲಿಲ್ಲ.
***
ನಲ್ಲೆಯ ರಮಿಸಲು
ಗಿಡದಲ್ಲಿ ನಗುವ ಗುಲಾಬಿ
ಮುರಿದು ಮುಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಮುಡಿಸುವ ಬದಲು
ಅವಳನ್ನೇ ಗುಲಾಬಿ ತೋಟಕ್ಕೆ
ಕರೆದೊಯ್ಯುವವ
ನಿಜವಾದ ಪ್ರೇಮಿ.
***
ಗೆಳೆತನದಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಖವಾಗಿದ್ದ
ಹುಡುಗ ಹುಡುಗಿ
ಅವರಿಗರಿವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಪ್ರೇಮಿಸತೊಡಗಿ
ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯವೆಂಬಂತೆ ಮುದುವೆಯಾಗಿ
ಎಲ್ಲರಂತೆ ಗಂಡಹೆಂಡಿರಾದದ್ದು
ಅವರ ಬದುಕಿನ ದುರಂತ.
***
ಈ ಬರದ ಬೇಗೆಯಲ್ಲೂ
ಬೋಳು ಮರದ ಮೇಲೆ
ಕೂತು ಹಾಡುತ್ತ ಮೈ
ಮರೆಯುವ ಕೋಗಿಲೆ
ಎಂಥ ಸುಳ್ಳುಗಾರ, ಅಲ್ಲವೆ?
***
ಎದುರು ಮನೆಯ ಹುಡುಗ
ಆಕೆಯನ್ನು ಕಡೆಗಣ್ಣಿನಿಂದಲೂ
ನೋಡದೆ ಹೂ ಗಿಡಗಳಿಗೆ
ನೀರೆರೆಯುವುದ ಕಂಡಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲಾ
ಆಕೆಗೆ
ಆ ಗಿಡಗಳಲ್ಲಿ
ಹೂವಾದರೂ ಆಗಿರಬೇಕಿತ್ತು
ಎನಿಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು.
***
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಸಂಕೇತವಾಗಿ
ಹೂ ಕೊಟ್ಟವನನ್ನು
ಗುಮಾನಿಯಿಂದ ನೋಡು
ಏಕೆಂದರೆ, ಇಂದಲ್ಲ ನಾಳೆ
ಖಂಡಿತ ಈ ಹೂವು ಬಾಡುತ್ತದೆ.
***
ಗೆಳತಿ,
ಹೂಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಮೋಡಗಳು
ನಿನ್ನ ಸವತಿಯರಾಗಬೇಕಾದರೆ
ಕವಿಯೊಬ್ಬನನ್ನು ಮದುವೆಯಾಗು.
***
ಅಂಗೈ ನೋಡಿ
ಭವಿಷ್ಯ ಹೇಳುತ್ತೇನೆಂದು
ಹುಡುಗಿಯಕೈ ಹಿಡಿದ ಹುಡುಗನಿಗೆ
ಕಾಲವೇ ಭ್ರಮೆ ಎನ್ನಿಸಿ
ಸಮಯ ಹಾಗೇ ನಿಂತುಬಿಡಲಿ
ಎಂದುಕೊಂಡನಂತೆ.
***
ಹೂವಲ್ಲಿ ದುಂಬಿ
ಮಧು ಹೀರುವುದನ್ನು
ಪ್ರೇಮಕ್ಕೂ ಮತ್ತೊಂದಕ್ಕೂ
ಕವಿಯೊಬ್ಬಹೋಲಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವಾಗ
ಇದಾವುದರ ಪರಿವೆಯಿಲ್ಲದೆ
ಆ ದುಂಭಿ ತನ್ನ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ
ತುಂಬಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಕಾಯಕ
ಮುಂದುವರೆಸಿತ್ತು.
***
ಪ್ರೇಮದ ಮುಸುಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಕಾಮ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗೆಅಡಗಿ
ಕೂತಿರುತ್ತದೆ ಎನ್ನುವ
ಫ್ರಾಯ್ಡ್ ಹೇಳಿದ ಸತ್ಯ
ತಿಳಿದ ನಂತರ
ನನ್ನ ಗೆಳೆತಿಯೊಂದಿಗೆ
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಮಾತಾಡಲು
ಹೋದರೂ ಮೈಯೇಕೋ
ಬೆವರುತ್ತದೆ.
***
ಆ ಹುಡುಗ
ಸ್ತ್ರೀ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ್ಯವನ್ನು ಬೆಂಬಲಿಸಿ
ಅವಳೆದುರು ಭಾಷಣ ಹೊಡೆಯುವಾಗ
ಆಕೆಗೆ ಅವಳ ಅಭಿಪ್ರಾಯ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಪಡಿಸಲು
ಎಲ್ಲರಂತೆ ಅವಕಾಶವೇ ಕೊಡಲಿಲ್ಲ.
***
ನಲ್ಲೆಯ ರಮಿಸಲು
ಗಿಡದಲ್ಲಿ ನಗುವ ಗುಲಾಬಿ
ಮುರಿದು ಮುಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಮುಡಿಸುವ ಬದಲು
ಅವಳನ್ನೇ ಗುಲಾಬಿ ತೋಟಕ್ಕೆ
ಕರೆದೊಯ್ಯುವವ
ನಿಜವಾದ ಪ್ರೇಮಿ.
***
ಗೆಳೆತನದಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಖವಾಗಿದ್ದ
ಹುಡುಗ ಹುಡುಗಿ
ಅವರಿಗರಿವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಪ್ರೇಮಿಸತೊಡಗಿ
ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯವೆಂಬಂತೆ ಮುದುವೆಯಾಗಿ
ಎಲ್ಲರಂತೆ ಗಂಡಹೆಂಡಿರಾದದ್ದು
ಅವರ ಬದುಕಿನ ದುರಂತ.
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Thursday, December 21, 2006
Birding at Savanadurga
Bangalore has a bird watchers’ club- Bng birds, whose group I have joined recently (To complement the interest of S, is one of the important reasons). They planned a birding trip to Savanadurga Hills. On Sunday 17th we were at Koshy’s, MG Road, sharp at 6.15 early in the morning. It was not as cold as we expected. The team left at 7 in a mini bus. Breakfast was served in the bus itself- sandwitches and hot samosas. There were plenty of bananas and an apple for everyone.
First stop was at Marenahalli tank where we saw cormorants, bar headed geese (which are migrated from China and Ladakh), painted storks and sand pipers.
Somebody rolled a stone and found a coiled baby viper. There was a discussion to identify it- a Russels viper or a saw scaled viper. S identified it as Russels and explained its characters.
Though Savanadurga Hills is very close to Bangalore (about 60 kms), I have not visited the place. The view of the huge boulderless hill is breathtaking.
Our trek started at Medicinal plants park in to the forest towards Arkavathy river.
It was a sort of a nature camp- someone examining animal droppings and someone trying to identify trees, butterflies and ofcourse birds- that is why we were there for!
A lot of birds were sighted- Ashy drongo, Black kite, Bonelli’s Eagle, Brahminy kite, Common Iora, Common Kestrel, Common Sandpiper, Common Tailor bird etc. etc.
S in the forest
On the river bed we took a break and enjoyed the salad snack made specially for the trip by Subbu. As we proceeded we saw a big crab and there was a heated discussion to touch it or not to, was the question. Someone said looking at its strong claws/mandibles that it might bite. Someone suggested to leave it undisturbed. Finally some one touched it and picked it up.
Crab
The crab was dead and dried!
On the riverbed pug marks were also seen and an expert among us identified it as leopard’s.
Pug mark
It was lunch time and we were told in advance to carry our lunch packs. We sat under a tree and we were so tired, we enjoyed every morsel of it.
Our return trek towards the bus started and the group had split in to sub groups. Our group for while lost track in the forest and finally found our way. Before leaving , we had a nice coffee while watching sunbirds in a shack hotel near the temple. While returning we stopped near Nayakanapalya tank and watched Ashy drongo, Asian koel, Bonellis eagle, Common Swallow, Little Egret, White breasted kingfisher etc. We saw Egyptian vultures soarking high up in the sky.
Watching Bonellis eagle through Madhu’s Svaroski spot scope.
It was late in the evening. I saw a farmer bring his bullocks to the pond.
Farmer
It reminded me of my days I used to spend in my childhood during holidays at my mother’s village. I also used to take the bullocks to the pond to to make them drink water every day- once in the morning and once in the evening.
Sunset
Sun was disappearing fast across the horizon. It was time for us to packup and leave with flying memories.
First stop was at Marenahalli tank where we saw cormorants, bar headed geese (which are migrated from China and Ladakh), painted storks and sand pipers.
Somebody rolled a stone and found a coiled baby viper. There was a discussion to identify it- a Russels viper or a saw scaled viper. S identified it as Russels and explained its characters.
Though Savanadurga Hills is very close to Bangalore (about 60 kms), I have not visited the place. The view of the huge boulderless hill is breathtaking.
Our trek started at Medicinal plants park in to the forest towards Arkavathy river.
It was a sort of a nature camp- someone examining animal droppings and someone trying to identify trees, butterflies and ofcourse birds- that is why we were there for!
A lot of birds were sighted- Ashy drongo, Black kite, Bonelli’s Eagle, Brahminy kite, Common Iora, Common Kestrel, Common Sandpiper, Common Tailor bird etc. etc.
S in the forest
On the river bed we took a break and enjoyed the salad snack made specially for the trip by Subbu. As we proceeded we saw a big crab and there was a heated discussion to touch it or not to, was the question. Someone said looking at its strong claws/mandibles that it might bite. Someone suggested to leave it undisturbed. Finally some one touched it and picked it up.
Crab
The crab was dead and dried!
On the riverbed pug marks were also seen and an expert among us identified it as leopard’s.
Pug mark
It was lunch time and we were told in advance to carry our lunch packs. We sat under a tree and we were so tired, we enjoyed every morsel of it.
Our return trek towards the bus started and the group had split in to sub groups. Our group for while lost track in the forest and finally found our way. Before leaving , we had a nice coffee while watching sunbirds in a shack hotel near the temple. While returning we stopped near Nayakanapalya tank and watched Ashy drongo, Asian koel, Bonellis eagle, Common Swallow, Little Egret, White breasted kingfisher etc. We saw Egyptian vultures soarking high up in the sky.
Watching Bonellis eagle through Madhu’s Svaroski spot scope.
It was late in the evening. I saw a farmer bring his bullocks to the pond.
Farmer
It reminded me of my days I used to spend in my childhood during holidays at my mother’s village. I also used to take the bullocks to the pond to to make them drink water every day- once in the morning and once in the evening.
Sunset
Sun was disappearing fast across the horizon. It was time for us to packup and leave with flying memories.
Outing at Bandipur
During November we along with Raju family decided to visit Bandipur and Mudumalai forests. We found a place on the internet and booked it by paying full amount in advance. It was a disaster. The place was not as was shown on the net. We cut short it by one day and returned a day earlier.
Inspite of that the trip was not as bad as the place we stayed. We enjoyed black tea and my daughter A still asks for it now and then.
Enroute to Mudumalai via Bandipur we found a wild elephant grazing on the roadside. It never bothered to look at us.
Most of the photographs were taken by S (That is the advantage of the digital camera. I need not have to worry about cost of film and its developing etc. etc.,) and he has done a good job also.
Deers also were not bothered by our prersence. Here a deer looking at intruders in its territory.
Deer
The early morning walk we took was a refreshing one indeed. R and A slept at room I went along with S and Raju along with family joined us. It was a nature walk. S was explaining about spiders and demonstrating how they catch their prey. Here is a photo of Nephila maculata, wood spider.
Spider
I took a snap of a dragon fly resting on the fence.
Dragon fly
While returning we visited Gopalaswamy Hill where the view is astoundingly beautiful.
The cool breeze on the hill made us to sit for a while and relax.
Group
At Mysore S experimented taking a few snaps of the cathedral.
Cathedral
Though we had visited Ranganathittu bird sanctuary several times, we visited again. S is very much interested in Ornithology. For his age, he studies and remembers a lot of things about snakes and birds (donot ask about his school lessons!). His interest made him to take a lot of bird photos.
White Ibis
Cormorant
River tern
Our boat went near a crocodile which was relaxing on a rock and never bothered to greet us!
Inspite of that the trip was not as bad as the place we stayed. We enjoyed black tea and my daughter A still asks for it now and then.
Enroute to Mudumalai via Bandipur we found a wild elephant grazing on the roadside. It never bothered to look at us.
Most of the photographs were taken by S (That is the advantage of the digital camera. I need not have to worry about cost of film and its developing etc. etc.,) and he has done a good job also.
Deers also were not bothered by our prersence. Here a deer looking at intruders in its territory.
Deer
The early morning walk we took was a refreshing one indeed. R and A slept at room I went along with S and Raju along with family joined us. It was a nature walk. S was explaining about spiders and demonstrating how they catch their prey. Here is a photo of Nephila maculata, wood spider.
Spider
I took a snap of a dragon fly resting on the fence.
Dragon fly
While returning we visited Gopalaswamy Hill where the view is astoundingly beautiful.
The cool breeze on the hill made us to sit for a while and relax.
Group
At Mysore S experimented taking a few snaps of the cathedral.
Cathedral
Though we had visited Ranganathittu bird sanctuary several times, we visited again. S is very much interested in Ornithology. For his age, he studies and remembers a lot of things about snakes and birds (donot ask about his school lessons!). His interest made him to take a lot of bird photos.
White Ibis
Cormorant
River tern
Our boat went near a crocodile which was relaxing on a rock and never bothered to greet us!
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