I… LSG…David Part-2

If you have missed first part here it is…
First part

“No, I actually came here to say hi to Sam, it’s Okay, I’m gonna leave”. I really don’t wanted her to leave so I said, ” He could be here in any moment, so why don’t you jump in”. “No problem, I’ll talk to him later” said while she was leaving. “Hey, wait, can I know your name so that I can tell it to Sam!”. She looked at me and said, “Just tell I…LSL…”. I was least bothered about what she said, I knew that I won’t utter single word about her in front of Sam.

I just nodded my head and thought it might be a encrypted cipher code and my eyes were just following her where she was going; Suddenly Sam entered into the picture, I had to relax. When I saw both hugging each other, I went back to room.

I was just unpacking the luggage, Sam entered the room with gentle smile. “Why did you tell Laura that I went for shaving?” he asked with surprise. “Ah… Umm… I just thought you might went there, because I can see you and you got hair all over your face”, I told him to hide my lies. “Dude you can say I’m beard, and It’s style”. I realized that her name is Laura, I asked him, “Hey Sam, You said Laura right!!! She told me to tell you… I FSL… Umm I DSL something like that”. He replied immediately “It’s Ok, Its I-LSL”, My eyebrow went up, and I just couldn’t take these codes for communication. I continued my work and arranged my books and all stuff.

The astronomy classes were crazy. Day by day my interest to the class has come down. Got new friends. Now, one of best friend at college was Matt. He believed studying and checking out girls are ridiculous. So, after college hours, he used to work in club. After few days of friendship, he asked me to work for the club,that applied logic “earn while you learn”. I asked Mom about this, Mom surprised for the first time but few discussions after she agreed.

I and Matt had lot of things in common, he was the friend that I had needed. One day I was in cafeteria, eating Chex, Matt came and said “Hey David, You got the job, make sure you are ready for it.”, “Yeah man, I was thinking will it work for me! now, as a student”, I asked him with the expectation of that I must not fail again. “Get some balls dude, Look at me, consider me as your role model and everything will go fine, you know what, these pathetic losers you’re seeing here, jump in at night, get drunk, with those girls also will be there and you knows what happens when those lemons squeezed!!”, “ha ha ha”, I smiled with lot of confusion in mind.
“You know what, David, Something in life can’t be changed, don’t be one of them”.

Janitor

I started working as janitor for the club, need to monitor the club building in noon and bartender in the eve. Tough job though, I managed it well. One day I was
serving beer for the gang, my eyes rolled twice, towards a girl dancing far. I just recognized her, Laura, when I saw Sam. I looked at Matt and I told about her. He laughed and said “I told you, you can see all the faces of the college, People having money, dance here.”

Holi in BGK

ಇವತ್ತು ಹೋಳಿ ಹುಣ್ಣಿವೆ, ಊರಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ, ಹೋಳಿಗೆ ಮಾಡುವವರಿಲ್ಲ ಹೀಗಾಗಿ ಹೊಯ್ಯಕ್ಕೊಳ್ಳುದು ಇಲ್ಲ ಯಾಕಂದ್ರ ಹೋಯ್ಕೊಂಡ ಬಾಯಿಗೆ ಹೋಳಿಗೆ ತುಪ್ಪ ಬೇಕಲ್ಲ. ನನ್ನೂರು ಬಾಗಲಕೋಟೆ, ಹೋಳಿಯ ತನ್ನದೇ ಆದ ಇಶಿಷ್ಟ ಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯ, ಆಚರಣೆಗೆ ಪ್ರಸಿದ್ದ.

ಬಾಗಲಕೋಟೆ ಹೋಳಿ ಹುಣ್ಣಿವೆ ಅಂದ್ರ ಅದರ ಖದರೇ ಬೇರೆ, ಹಲಗಿ ಮೇಳ, ತುರಾಯಿ ಹಲಗಿ, ನಿಶಾನಿ, ಸೋಗಿನ ಬಂಡಿ, ಬಣ್ಣದ ಗಾಡಿ ಮೇಲಾಗಿ ಮೂರು ದಿನಗಳ ಭರ್ಜರಿ ಬಣ್ಣ ಎರಚಾಟ. ಕೇಳಬ್ಯಾಡ್ರಿ ಆ ಹುರುಪು- ಹುಮ್ಮಸ್ಸು, ಅದರ ಗಮ್ಮತ್ತು.ಹುಣ್ಣಿವಿ ಇನ್ನೂ ಹದಿನೈದ ದಿನ ಐತಿ ಅಂದ್ರ ಸಾಕು, ಅಟ್ಟದ ಮ್ಯಾಲೆ ವರ್ಷಪೂರ್ತಿ ರೇಸ್ಟ ತೊಗೊಂಡ ಹಲಗಿ ಹೋರಗ ಬರ್ತಾವು, ಅದರ ನಾದ ಊರಿನ ಮೂಲೆ ಮೂಲೆಯಿಂದ ದ್ವನಿಸ್ತದ. ಪ್ರತಿ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಊರಿನ ನಾಲ್ಕೈದು ಜಾಗಾದಾಗ ಹಲಗಿ ಮ್ಯಾಳ ಎರ್ಪಡಿಸ್ತಾರ. ಹಲಗಿ ಮ್ಯಾಳ ಅಂದ್ರ ಹಲಗಿ ಮತ್ತ ಸನಾದಿ (ಶಹನಾಯಿ) ಜುಗಲಬಂದಿ. ಅದರ ಜೋತೆಗೆ ಕಣಿ, ಜುಮರಿ, ದಮ್ ಗಳ ಹಿಮ್ಮೇಳ ಇತ್ತಿಚಿಗೆ ಜಾಂಜ್, ಡ್ರಮ್ ಗಳು ಸಿಗ್ತಾವ.ಹಳೆಯ ಬಾಗಲಕೋಟೆ ನಗರದಲ್ಲಿ ೫ ಪ್ರಮುಖ ವಿಭಾಗಗಳು – ಕಿಲ್ಲಾ, ಜೈನಪೇಟ, ಹಳೆಪೇಟ, ಹೋಸಪೇಟ, ವೆಂಕಟಪೇಟ, ಪ್ರತಿ ದಿನ ಒಂದೊಂದು ಪೇಟೆಯ ಸೋಗು, ಬಣ್ಣದ ಗಾಡಿ (ಮೊದಲು ೫ ದಿನಗಳ ಬಣ್ಣ ಈಗ ಮೂರು ದಿನದದ್ದಾಗಿದೆ), ಪ್ರತಿ ಪೇಟೆಗೂ ಒಂದೊಂದು “ನಿಶಾನಿ” (ದ್ವಜ), ತುರಾಯಿ ಹಲಗಿ (ದೊಡ್ಡ ಹಲಗಿ ಅದಕ್ಕೊಂದು ತುರಾಯಿ, ಒಂದರ್ಥದಲ್ಲಿ ಪೇಟೆಯ ರಾಜಾ ಹಲಗಿ). ಹುಣ್ಣಿಮೆಯ ದಿನ ಊರಿನ ಖಾತೆದಾರರ ಮನೆಯಿಂದ ಬೆಂಕಿ ತಂದು (ಶತಮಾನಗಳಿಂದ ಅವರ ಮನೆಯಿಂದಲೆ ಬೆಂಕಿ ತರುವುದು ಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯ), ಮೊದಲು ಕಿಲ್ಲಾದ ಕಾಮದಹನದಿಂದ ಸಾಂಪ್ರದಾಯಿಕ ಬಾಗಲಕೋಟೆ ಹೋಳಿ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭ. ಅದೇ ಬೆಂಕಿಯಿಂದ ಊರಿನ ಎಲ್ಲ ಪ್ರಮುಖ ಸ್ಥಳಗಳ ಕಾಮದಹನ ಮುಗಿಸುವ ಹೊತ್ತಿಗೆ ಚುಮುಚುಮು ಬೆಳಕು. ಆಗ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭ ಸೋಗಿನ ಬಂಡಿಗಳ ನಗರ ಪ್ರದಕ್ಷಿಣೆ, ಮೊದಲ ದಿನ ಕಿಲ್ಲಾದ ಸರದಿ ಬಸವಣ್ಣ, ರಾಮ್-ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಣ-ಹನಮಂತ, ಮಹಾಭಾರತದ ಅನೇಕ ಪಾತ್ರಗಳಿಂದ ಹಿಡಿದು ಗಾಂಧಿ, ಅಂಬೆಡ್ಕರ ಇತ್ಯಾದಿಗಳ ಪ್ರತಿಕೃತಿಗಳನ್ನು ಕಾಣಬಹುದು, ಪ್ರತಿ ವರ್ಷ ಕಾಣುವ ವೇಶಗಳೆಂದರೆ ಬಸವಣ್ಣ, ಅಲ್ಲಮಪ್ರಭು, ಕಿತ್ತೂರ ಚೆನ್ನಮ್ಮ, ಶಿವಾಜಿ ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ (ಸೋಗಿನ ಬಂಡಿಗಳನ್ನು ೫ ದಿನಗಳ ಕಾಲ ಒಂದೊಂದು ಪೇಟೆಯವರು ಒಂದೊಂದು ದಿನದಂತೆ ಈಗಲೂ ಕಾಣಬಹುದು).

ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಬಿಸಿಲೇರಿ ೯ – ೧೦ ಗಂಟೆಗೆ ಬಣ್ಣ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭ.“ಕಾಮಣ್ಣನ ಮಕ್ಳು,ಕಳ್ಳಸೂ.. ಮಕ್ಳು…ಎನೇನು ಕದ್ದರು, ಕಳ್ಳು ಕಟಗಿ ಕದ್ದರು” ಎಂದು ಅರಚುತ್ತಾ ಜೊತಗೆ ಹಲಗೆಯ ಪಕ್ಕವಾದ್ಯ,ಲಬೊ ಲಬೊ ಅಂತಾ ಹೊಯ್ಕೊಳ್ಳವ ಹಿನ್ನಲೆ ಗಾಯನ ಒಂದು ಲೋಕವೇ ಸೄಷ್ಟಿಸಿಬಿಡುತ್ತದೆ. ಮೂರು ದಿನಗಳ ಉತ್ಸವವಿದು, ಗಂಡು-ಹೆಣ್ಣು, ಮಕ್ಕಳು-ಯುವಕರು-ಮುದುಕರು ಎನ್ನದೆ ಮೂರು ದಿನಗಳ ಕಾಲ ಬಣ್ಣಗಳ ಇಂದ್ರನಗರಿಯನ್ನೆ ಧರೆಗಿಳಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಯುವಕರನ್ನಂತೂ ಹಿಡಿಯುವವರೆ ಇಲ್ಲ ಮೂರು ದಿನಗಳ ಕಾಲ ಇವರದ್ದೆ ರಾಜ್ಯಭಾರ, ವರ್ಷದ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ “ಮಂಗ್ಯಾತನಕ್ಕೆ” ಮತ್ತು “ಹುಡಗಾಟಕ್ಕೆ” ನಿಷೇದವಿದ್ದರೂ ಹೋಳಿಯ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಪೂರ್ಣ ವಿನಾಯತಿ. ಕಾಲೇಜು ಹುಡುಗರಂತೂ ಬಣ್ಣ ಬಳಿದುಕೊಂಡು ಸುಂದರ ಹುಡುಗಿಯರ ಮನೆಗಳ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಲೇಡಿಜ್ ಹಾಸ್ಟೆಲಗಳ ಮುಂದೆ ಗಲಾಟೆ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೇ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು. ಇನ್ನೂ ಹುಡುಗಿಯರು, ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಮನೆಗಳ ಮುಂದೆ ಅಕ್ಕಪಕ್ಕದವರಿಗೆ ಬಣ್ಣ ಹಚ್ಚಿ ತಾವು ಕಡಿಮೆಯಿಲ್ಲದಂತೆ ಗಲಾಟೆ ಎಬ್ಬಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಇವರನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ ನಗುತ್ತಾ ಕುಳಿತಿರುವ ನಿವೃತ್ತರು ತಮ್ಮ ಯೌವನದ ದಿನಗಳನ್ನು ಮೇಲಕು ಹಾಕುತ್ತಾ ಗಲ್ಲಕ್ಕೆ, ಹಣೆಗೆ ಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯವೊ ಬಣ್ಣ ಹಚ್ಚಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಆಯಕಟ್ಟಿನ ಜಾಗಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಡಕ್- ಸೌಂಡ ಸಿಸ್ಟಮ್ ಹಚ್ಚಿ ಕುಣಿದದ್ದೆ ಕುಣಿದದ್ದು.

ಸಾಯಂಕಾಲ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಬಂಡಿಗಳ ಭಾರಾಟೆ, ಆವತ್ತಿನ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಗಾಡಿ ಓಣಿಯವರು ಊರಿನ ಮಿಕ್ಕ ಓಣಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಬಂಡಿ (ಎತ್ತಿನ ಗಾಡಿ)ಗಳಲ್ಲಿ, ಟ್ರಾಕ್ಟರಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಡ್ರಮಗಳನ್ನು ಬಣ್ಣದ ನೀರು ತುಂಬಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗುತ್ತಾರೆ. ದಾರಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಆಯಾ ಓಣಿಯವರೂ ಕೂಡಾ ಮನೆಗಳ ಮುಂದೆ, ಮಾಳಿಗೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಬಣ್ಣದ ನೀರಿನ ಡ್ರಮಗಳನ್ನು ತುಂಬಿಸಿಟ್ಟುಕೊಂಡು ಅವರನ್ನು ಸ್ವಾಗತಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಅವರು ಇವರಿಗೆ, ಇವರು ಅವರಿಗೆ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಎರಚಾಟವಾಡುತ್ತಾರೆ ಅದು ಯಾವ ಯುದ್ಧಕ್ಕೂ ಕಡಿಮೆಯಿರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಇಬ್ಬರೂ ಒಬ್ಬರಿಗೊಬ್ಬರು ಬಣ್ಣ ಎರಚಾಡುತ್ತ, ಹೊಳಿಯ ಶುಭಾಷಯ ತಿಳಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಗಾಡಿಯವರು ಮುಂದೆ ಸಾಗುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಇದು ಮೂರು ದಿನಗಳೂ ನೆಡೆಯುತ್ತದೆ. ಕೋನೆಯ ದಿನವಂತೂ ಇದರ ಭರಾಟೆ ಮುಗಿಲು ಮುಟ್ಟುತ್ತದೆ. ಕೆಲವರಂತೂ ಅಲ್ಲಿಯೆ ಶಾಂಪೂ ಒಯ್ದು ತಲೆತೊಳೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಬಣ್ಣದ ನೀರಿನ ಎರಚಾಟದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳಿಗೆ ಹಾನಿಯಾಗುವ ಸಂಭವವು ಇರುತ್ತದೆ ( ಅಷ್ಟೊಂದು ಜೋರಾಗೆ ಎರಚಡುತ್ತಾರೆ). ಕೋನೆಯದಿನ ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ಮನೆಗೆ ಬರಿಮೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋಗುವ ಸಂಭವವೂ ಬರುತ್ತದೆ, ಗೆಳೆಯರು ಒಬ್ಬರದ್ದೊಬ್ಬರ ಬಟ್ಟೆ ಹರಿಯುತ್ತಾರೆ (ಪೂರ್ತಿಯಾಗಲ್ಲ ಮಾನ ಮುಚ್ಚುವಷ್ಟನ್ನು ಉಳಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ). ಅವತ್ತು ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಗೆಳೆಯರೆ. ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಗಾಡಿಗಳು ಮುಕ್ತಾಯದ ಗಡಿ ಮುಟ್ಟಿದಾಗ ಮುಗಿಲು ಮುಟ್ಟುವಂತೆ ಲಬೋ.. ಲಬೋ.. ಕೂಗು ಮುಗಿಲು ಮುಟ್ಟುತ್ತದೆ.

ಇತ್ತಿಚಿಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲ ಊರುಗಳಂತೆ ಬಾಗಲಕೋಟೆಯಲ್ಲು ಹಬ್ಬಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಅವುಗಳ ಆಚರಣೆ ಕಡಿಮೆಯಾಗುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಊರಿನ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿನ ಯುವಕರು ಬದುಕಿನ ದಾರಿಗಾಗಿ ಬೆಂಗಳುರು ಸೇರಿರುವುದೆ ಕಾರಣವಾಗಿದೆ. ಆದರೆ ನಾವು ಕೆಲವು ಗೆಳೆಯರು ಈ ಸಾರಿ ಹೋಳಿಗೆ ಊರಲ್ಲಿ ಸೆರುವುದಾಗಿ ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೇವೆ. ಊರನ್ನೇನೊ ಕೃಷ್ಣೆಗೆ ಅರ್ಪಿಸಿದ್ದಾಗಿದೆ*, ಪದ್ಧತಿಗಳನ್ನಾದರು ಊಳಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋಣ ಎಂಬ ಅನಿಸಿಕೆ ನಮ್ಮದು, ನೀವೇನಂತಿರಿ?

Save our Tigers… A favor…

Let’s wind the clock back to our childhood days. We loved Jungle book, at last I did,we always hated ‘Share Khan’ and cursed him to die. Share Khan was elemental villain. On other hand, we loved Mogli, a human character, and supported him to kill the Share Khan- a tiger. But no damage to the Tiger since it was Cartoon program.

Now the case is bit different, we have to hate those people, who, are the cause for Tiger extinction, hate the people, who, hunted the tigers down to least numbers, hate the people, who, took their nature land for construction, hate the people, who, slaughtered the nature by making livelihood of tiger in the forest made unbearable, hate the people, one or the other way We, the people.

Help!!! needed Indeed...

Only 1411 “The Great Bengal Tigers” left in India as per recent survey. The tigers were hunted to their extinction. It’s not war on Nature’s animals, Tigers deserve to live as we do. Tigers are so rich for the many reasons, including their fur, claws, eyes and some nonsense national drug agencies believe that some parts, including it’s fur, will be remedy for many of human deceases. Poor Indians, we hunted down the most of the tigers for this reason. There is no end for human desires.

I guess, humans are showing off as if they are capable of everything, and are dominating the nature and can tackle each obstruction in scientific way. This is not going to help Tigers extinction. In order to human survival, we are destroying some of nature’s precious gifts.

Don't do this...

Like in ancient times, Kings used to assign task (Like, ROADIES) to their sons, to kill a Tiger, that they thought by showing the son’s that maturity and bravery could only save their Kingdom. Now, people are hunting tigers for money and showing their bravery by dancing in front of dead Tiger with campfire, holding guns, Errgh . Bravery won’t come by killing a Tiger with gun,you dumb cowards. Understand this. You can’t overtake everything.

I spend most of my free time watching Nat Geo, Discovery and Animal planet channels, it hurts so much when you are about to loose some thing, which shows our National Pride. As we all know, Tiger is the India’s National animal.

Join to saveourtigers campaign..

So what else we can do? Who will be the responsible? These are just questions will arise in our mind. What we really can do is we must “Create a Awareness” and help to raise tiger’s family in the nature. We should condemn ourself if we stop participating in this arena.

If you want to help
Please visit this site: do your contribution.
Save Our Tigers

Note: Some images have been taken from Saveourtigers.com, National geographic channel website.

I… LSG… David.

Some unanswered questions in my life. Do you know me. Well, of course, you don’t. But that ain’t no matter. I am David Wayes. I will tell you the story of my college to current life. The story starts with the day when I joined the college.

“David, you are already late for the class. I don’t want you to miss the class on the first day”. “Oh no mom, Do you think that I really have to go to…”. “Yes dear, Tomorrow you’ll join the hostels okay!”,mom whispered in my ears and left for office.

I always deserved to be hero but sick exams made me zero. There were many reasons to score less. First one goes with Girls, Internet, Games and late night movies. When I was in high school, I used to flirt with the girls like crazy. For this my pals used to call me “Wolf”. I really don’t know what it means, but I took as compliment. With all these history, I scored less in exams due to Soccer World Cup.

I have no other option to join Astronomy college rather joining Architects college due to financial hits to the family. Like as in history “they shoot doves first not crows”, this management prefers rich rather than talented guys. I dint get a chance in the field where I was interested. Cursed on myself, and stopped thinking about the past, got ready for college.

As the first class started, a professor started introduction to Stars and Astronomy. His gesture whilst explaining Stars seemed exactly like Samuel L Jackson of Star-wars. Great movie though. Loved it. I gave less concentration when prof started elaborating the topic even deeper. “On first day! Common man, Tomorrow is not exam!!!”,said to myself. So getting bored, started drawing cartoon with prof’s face and added lightsaber weapon. I left the the paper on prof’s stand to have fun after prof’s class.

But by mistake, I had written my name on paper,like credits to the movies. On the next day, the prof pointed me to summarize about last class, I was astounded. I was just seeing ground. I hate people when they ask me something I don’t know on the spot. Somehow I needed to start the interaction with the prof, So i told, “All I did in the class was just underneath the books of your stars!!!”. Prof shouted harshly on me saying “I want you to meet the College guidance counselor now.Do you get that!!!”. I had been sent out of the class. Whole class laughed at me.

After a brief struggle, I was able to win counselor’s heart and went to home.
It was raining and I am alone in the room and was thinking about me. I was thinking about me because I will have to shift to the college hostel. So finally moment came when mom arrived from the office. All luggage packed, I moved to new place.

When I entered the place, it was filled with the parents and guys looking for their rooms. I just visualized, girls and boys in the hostel, garden, beer, weed. Wow!!!
Everything was happening in front of my eyes.After checking some hot girls standing on Corridor, I said to myself “I’ll be a hunter! …Girls!!! Hmmm…New wolf in the town”.

Finally, I got the room number and said bye to mom. So started looking for my new place. When I entered the room, place was cool and I could hear some music playing. All of sudden I heard a rough voice, “You must be David right!!”, I just turned my head towards the voice, I really got scared by the person who’s going to be my new roommate. He was powerfully built, 6 feet 2 inches tall and staring me with brightness in his eye. Totally he was full charged bull.

“Wow, what the … you scared the shit out of me, you paunchy”, said holding my hands to my heart. “Don’t worry dude, I’m Sam, umm… your roommate, We”ll have good time, you wanna beer!!!” he chuckled. I understood that, this guy might be gay otherwise he shouldn’t have said “We’ll have good time.”
I said “No beer please!” whilst checking room. After brief introduction to my roomie I felt tired with journey and needed a brief sleep. I took long sleep actually, somewhere around 4.0 in the noon, I heard doorbell sound continuously . I was waiting for Sam to open the door. I checked the room with one eye opened, but he wasn’t there. So I went and opened the door. You can’t believe what I was seeing. A beautiful girl,may be of my age and she was staring inside the room for something.

“Umm… May i err… heh heh help you”, I asked her checking the room where she was staring. “Sam, in there!” she murmured. I just thought “F***, this is f*****g unbelievable, is she Sam’s girl friend, no way”. I checked her with open mouth, i felt surge of anxieties inside me, from all the angles she was enticing me.

“Ahh…No… he went to shave the barber” I said with confusion, her face turned red with question mark, I was just keeping my innocence smile, but later realized what I had said. “Oh no no,I mean, I mean he went to barber shop for shaving, so I’d be helping you to…” I said with pleading eyes.

to be Continued…

India Incredible India

All the countries in the world are beautiful but not beautiful as India. It is an incredible place to see history. If any body has a problem with the history study, they can visit the India and learn by exploring the places. Each and every place has it’s own background story that may revamp one’s thought about the India. It is the most cultured, linguistically wide spread, and geographically huge nation. Of course population-wise too.

Being an proud Indian, I got this idea to write something about my country where livelihood is gratifying. I was watching National Geographic channel on the other night, I saw a foreigner writing a letter to his friend about India, but he starts visualizing for one moment what he has explored in India, how people interacted with him,places, culture and nature etc.,

I was so stunned to see his expression when he was writing about our country, and was thinking what he might have wrote. He salutes to our country by writing “Incredible India”. That was unbelievable visualization ad about India. Thanks to ministry of India for providing such a beautiful ad.

Explore, dream and discover India. What a beautiful concept they have invented to show India, how enriched it is. India chosen it’s best place in the world, by choosing holy rivers, himalaya mountains and coastal hills, sky, water, wild life, everything is perfect in India. But sometimes I feel Indians are somewhat not perfect. I am not adding disrespecting about us, but explaining the fact that actually we don’t know how to keep these richness for long time. Somewhat we always mess up with the richness. Okay !! this topic is out of our story.

India has 28 states excluding union territories.. Each state specialized by it’s own history.Like Karanataka is place where you will see Emperor designs, buildings, culture and now for Technology, Kerala for it’s gift to Ayurveda, green nature, culture (it is sometimes called as God’s own country) and like it goes on for all the states.One more speciality about India is Food. Each part of India has it’s own recipes. Rice and Wheat are the main food but recipe of preparing it is totally different in respective parts.

Every year 250 million foreigners visit India. Their first visit will be from north to west, to southern part of India. Then they will head towards East part. Before leaving India, they will definitely visit Goa to see the Portuguese ruled state, wherein some part portuguese is spoken language till now and some Portuguese’s are settled in Goa itself. Goa is beautiful place with number of beaches.

Not only geographically, India is one of the leading nation in Science and Technology environment. It has contributed some treasures in this field and doing very well. When it comes to War/Defence issues, India acts as non-violence puppet. This has created buzz whilst World War II, but India rewarded for keeping it’s cool. India is keeping it’s peaceful relationship with all countries except few.

British ruled India over 400 years and stole our treasures including Kohinoor diamond, otherwise India would have dominated many countries by now.
But still, India is a Rich country in all measures.

Respecting our beloved ex-President Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam , has said “India will be a developed country by 2020”. He’s perhaps right. India is a developing country. We have to build it, we are the pillars of this Nation. There will be failures to achieve this but success won’t be far away. Because Success doesn’t come within a day.

Right Moves…

One day, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist at a children’s institution in England, an adolescent boy showed up in the waiting room. I went out there where he was walking up and down restlessly.

I showed him into my office and pointed to the chair on the other side of my desk. It was in late autumn, and the lilac bush outside the window had shed all its leaves. “Please sit down,” I said.

David wore a black rain coat that was buttoned all the way up to his neck. His face was pale, and he stared at his feet while wringing his hands nervously. He had lost his father as an infant, and had lived together with his mother and grandfather since. But the year before David turned 13, his grandfather died and his mother was killed in a car accident. Now he was 14 and in family care.

His head teacher had referred him to me. “This boy,” he wrote, “is understandably very sad and depressed. He refuses to talk to others and I’m very worried about him. Can you help?”

I looked at David. How could I help him? There are human tragedies psychology doesn’t have the answer to, and which no words can describe. Sometimes the best thing one can do is to listen openly and sympathetically.

The first two times we met, David didn’t say a word. He sat hunched up in the chair and only looked up to look at the children’s drawings on the wall behind me. As he was about to leave after the second visit, I put my hand on his shoulder. He didn’t shrink back, but he didn’t look at me either.

“Come back next week, if you like,” I said. I hesitated a bit. Then I said, “I know it hurts.”

He came, and I suggested we play a game of chess. He nodded. After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon – in complete silence and without making any eye contact. It’s not easy to cheat in chess, but I admit that I made sure David won once or twice.
Usually, he arrived earlier than agreed, took the chessboard and pieces from the shelf and began setting them up before I even got a chance to sit down. It seemed as if he enjoyed my company. But why did he never look at me?

“Perhaps he simply needs someone to share his pain with,” I thought. “Perhaps he senses that I respect his suffering.” One afternoon in late winter, David took off his rain coat and put it on the back of the chair. While he was setting up the chess pieces, his face seemed more alive and his motions more lively.

Some months later, when the lilacs blossomed outside, I sat starring at David’s head, while he was bent over the chessboard. I thought about how little we know about therapy – about the mysterious process associated with healing. Suddenly, he looked up at me.

“It’s your turn,” he said.

After that day, David started talking. He got friends in school and joined a bicycle club. He wrote to me a few times (“I’m biking with some friends and I feel great”); letters about how he would try to get into university. After some time, the letters stopped. Now he had really started to live his own life.

Maybe I gave David something. At least I learned a lot from him. I learned how time makes it possible to overcome what seems to be an insuperable pain. I learned to be there for people who need me. And David showed me how one – without any words – can reach out to another person. All it takes is a hug, a shoulder to cry on, a friendly touch, a sympathetic nature – and an ear that listens.

Courtesy: inspirationalstories

The Beginning…

“Ma’ m,  Your husband was a brave man. The current situation is very hard for you. We want to write a article about your husband bravery and your sacrifices.  So please tell us about your husband and your life? ” asked one of  the press reporter. She dint have any words to tell, she was feeling terrible and  “How miserable is life!”.

Few days earlier her husband died unfortunately .

It isn’t so easy to put end to a life, but she is thinking to end her life.  She doesn’t want mercy from the society and she has no one to express her feelings.  She just thinks the current situation is all because of him and why did he hide this information from her? Her life now haunts with this question.

In life there is a glimpse of hope,  and suddenly it stopped all events which were to happen.  She is on her way back to house and it is dark out there.  Her heart is in her shoes.  Her dream home is now filled with emptiness. She believes that he is still here and one day he will return home.  She loved to see him one more time, but she has a photo of him. Now that photo is in news everywhere.

She took a diary from her one of the shelves and saw his photo again, the photo made her smile. She remembers that photo he gave her when she was in 12th grade. He was in graduation and he looks very young in the photo.

She turned the pages of her life that they enjoyed.  First meet, college days, graduation,  dates, first kiss, first job, late night parties, all of these passed as pictures in front of her eyes.  She is so sad because every time she closes her eyes, she believes his presence by fooling herself and he too, is in his grave.

He gifted a house before they got married. She is staying in that house for more than a year now. He was a business tycoon as she believed but she thinks he cheated her.  He hid some of the things because for her possessiveness.  She knew he was hiding something because the day she came to know he was adopted son and got luxury life.  She didn’t believe for a week that he was adopted until it was revealed by his mother. But he was quite happy man after knowing. After marriage he left her in home with his mother.

Usually he used come home once in a six or seven months.  Nobody knew what he was up-to. They know only about he was doing some business and he was in abroad.  One day his mother died. He came for the funeral, while going back he convinced her that she is not going with him. He told her “after six months we will settle down in this city! okay, we both. Which will be a perfect life. Its a promise from me”.  She somehow agreed and started a clinic as suggested by him.

She was counting the days by keeping stickies in her MBP, every moment she was thinking of him. Loneliness was killing her. After six months she was so happy that he will come home at any time. He called and told her, he will be coming for a week and had to go back. Seven days just passed and she was in intertwined situation of her happiness and loneliness.  She got a doubt on him and thought whether he had any affair with a girl or or he is to up-to some illegal business. Because no body knew what he did after his graduation.

Finally he showed up, it was one of the best thing ever happened to her. Days spent with him went like seconds.

He left  home without saying a word, she was confused and was messed up with him. As usual one day, as she was getting ready to go to  her clinic. The door bell rang. She saw an army soldier standing, and couple of officers with him in a jeep.

She was surprised and the soldier said “Ma’am I’m Baljith Aman Rathore from 22 Maratha Light Infantry. I’m here from the Northern Command. I’m sorry to inform you that lieutenant Arun Swamy sacrificed his life to save three hostages held in Cave in Srinagar,Jammu, this week. I’m here to give you his belongings.”

She was surprised and startled, as she knew that he was not in the army and even she tried to tell  the soldier this is totally misunderstanding and addressed wrong but name is same. The soldier asked the permission of her and handed over a letter titled as “this is for Janaki” and opened a trunk, from there he showed a photo. After looking the photo she cried and cried. No words for her  feelings.

Government gave tribute to the brave soldier. She is in hospital but she doesn’t know why he hid this from her. Poor girl, she didn’t even know what is life. She lost it all again. At the age of 14 she was orphaned. Now this costed her lot.

She started reading letter once again.

Dear Janaki,

This is my first day to lead a elite group in the Indian Army. I’m writing this letter, because this is my first mission, and I am gonna protect my country. I’m leading a group for elite commandos for operation Freedom. You will read this only if I fail to achieve this mission. I’m sorry to hide this information from you, it’s because I love you and I don’t want you to worry about me and I can not take the risk to take you here.

There is a reason why I joined the army, leaving my dad established business. After I finished my graduation, I wanted to achieve something, to do something which I love. During that time I met army personal in train and he told about what it takes to protect country and to server others. After getting down I enrolled for NDA and got through the NDA. Mom knew about this, but they dint tell you as you will not support for this. Thats why it was hidden from you.

If you are reading this please forgive me. For you there is life ahead, you go ahead with your clinic, I suggested you clinic so that you can serve people and come to know what is true life.

Yours Always,

Arun.

Slowly she started to think of a new life and the opened window brings  her the new hope. She was staring him with her closed eyes, and he was moving far and far away from her views. She was trying to catch him, he disappeared with speed of light.

That is the end of the story but for her it’s-The Beginning.

~||:Vriksho Rakshati Rakshitah:||~

The cyclone hit the coast. The wind went wild. It whirled and whistled and then struck trees with all its might. Three huge trees outside the compound came crashing down. We panicked. Seeing the roots upside down, and the heavy trunks flat on the ground, my helpmate Ujwalla began to fill up. Was she going to cry? “What happened,” i asked her.

“So what if they are trees. They breathe like us. They are dead, all three of them.” There was no denying the fact that the trees were indeed dead. But there was no way to tell her that whatever had happened was for the best. After wiping her tears, she asked: “Why has nature been so unkind to them?” Nature has its own guarded secrets.

I had noticed the incline of the trees and the branches that were bending towards the earth, a few days ago. I had even told her on an earlier occasion, “The trees are taking too much energy from the earth.” I had read that trees bending too low were not benign to earth. ‘‘So what?’’ said Ujwalla. “They screen the sun, and give shade to shepherds who roam around with their flock of sheep. The children come to play. And it was a home to an owl, who visited every night.”

I said: “They had sucked enough energy from the earth. Nature had to intervene and put them to sleep. Nature has its own way of dealing with situations. Nature is kind, it is also just.”

I continued, to make Ujwalla feel better: “Nature could not bear the suffering of the earth. Moreover the people who came to play on the ground had also created a lot of negative energy. You had seen how rough the boxers were with those trees? Sport, when played as competition, is not always healthy,” i explained.

Ujwalla frowned visibly. In her innocence she said: “The trees were not healthy, because we had not nurtured them well, we should have watered them when the summer elongated and the monsoon was delayed.” That was partly true. The delayed monsoon had weakened their roots.

To get Ujwalla out of her guilt feeling and her bereavement, we offered a prayer, a requiem saying: “Thank you God for giving us joy of the trees for two decades. May their roots be washed by the rain and purified. May the tree spirit float free in peace. May their seeds sprout again.”

The prayer seemed to have little effect on Ujwalla. The torrent of rain continued and she began to shiver: “It is not right, why should the trees be uprooted? And a prayer without the ritual of burning incense is an insult to the trees.” “OK, go out in this lashing rain and do the ‘agarbatti’ ritual.” If by doing so she would get a sense of closure, so be it.

The next morning, the sky was clear. The rain had stopped. Ujwalla carried 12 agarbatti sticks to the open ground that was littered with hundreds of branches of fallen trees. She lit the agarbatti near the open roots of trees and offered her own prayers. Little girls had gathered around. They were picking up twigs and making them into bundles to carry home. I called out to a little girl in a torn saree. “I am collecting wood for fuel. We had no fire in the hearth for many days.” The joy on her face was revealing. “Light the incense and celebrate,” i hollered to Ujwalla. “Nature has been merciful to all these hungry kids!” I think Ujwalla understood. The cycle continues.

Go Green….DON’t Waste (Petrol/Gas, Electricity, Paper, Water, Food, Money)… Say NO to Plastic.