Little hearts

Oh! How soon the 6.15 am alarm strikes everyday.. I feel I had just slept. The mornings are the worst part of the day for a working women I would say. You prepare coffee, you make breakfast, you cook lunch, you pack the lunch box to yourself and for your spouse. The needles in the wall clock also revolves around you. You never realize how the time is utilized (many a times we consider time wasted without realizing).  This was one more normal day to office. I have removed the outlook setup in my mobile. Unnecessary irritation and unimaginable mobile bill, so full stop to both. The never-go-green signals, the smoky dust, covered faces, never-give-you - a way vehicles all over the road. I battle all these to win my walk till the bus stop carrying my burden laptop and the mid day meal.I started liking the commutation in public transport.Getting into a Volvo bus is a project by itself. Different kind of people , different religion, different topic. Each individual have a different un...

On the way to office got stuck in a huge traffic. It is uneasy to be part of the traffic and that too in the verge  of starting the day. There stood the water tanker right in front our car. There were small stones on the road as the digging was happening few days back,  which were the size of a small cork ball. As there were no signs of movement, I started to stare at the droplets of water through the nob of that tanker. These droplets were falling on these small stones which I saw earlier, they were straight under the bottom of the nob. As the droplets were falling from approximately a meter height, it had force. The physics in my mind vanished, but the philosophic mind was active. Few of the stones started reducing the size. May be they were  just lumps of mud, few got broken- may be they were hardest mud lumps, but the few stones started shining in the sun rays, and they appeared very new. They were rock solid - rocks. There was still no movement in the traffic, and n...

She fights for silly things at home with her siblings, But, is it a fault if she does so with you?? Break the tradition , accept her as your friend and be her friend lifetime!! She is a pampered child at her home. Is it her fault to accept the same pampering from you?? Break the rule, accept her as funny kid, let her be the little child at heart!! She doesnt know anything in kitchen as her mom fed her always Is it a fault if she doesnt cook tasty food for you?? Kick the old school logics, let her learn all by herself experimenting on you!! She isnt aware of the traditional rituals done at your home Is it her fault if she is not doing the daily routine poojas at home?? Be her teacher, let her learn and adapt to the new  home!! She is always protected being her father as her real hero Is it her fault if you are her second hero?? Feel proud, you are the only one who can fill that space!! She doesnt know the world as she is always guided by her parents Is it her f...

ಶುಕ್ರವಾರದ ಮದ್ಯಾಹ್ನ!! ಆತುರಾತುರವಾಗಿ ಎಲ್ಲ ಕೆಲಸಗಳನ್ನು ಮುಗಿಸಿ, ಪರದೇಶದಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಬಾಸ್ ಎಂದು ಕರೆಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಕುಳಿತಿರುವ ಕಲ್ಲು ಹೃದಯದ , ಮಾನವನಂತೆ ಕಾಣುವ ಮೃಗಕ್ಕೆ ಇಮೇಲ್ ಮಾಡಿ - ಇವತ್ತಿನ ಕಾರ್ಯಗಳಿಗೆ ಇತಿ ಶ್ರೀ ಹಾಡಿ, ಕನಸಿನ ಮೂಟೆಗಳನ್ನು ಹೊತ್ತು, ಒಂಬತ್ತು  ದಿನದ ರಜೆಯ ಗುಂಗಿನಲ್ಲೇ ತೇಲುತ್ತ  ಆಫೀಸ್ ನಿಂದ ಕಾಲ್ಕಿತ್ತಾಗ ಸೂರ್ಯ ನೆತ್ತಿಯ ಮೇಲಿದ್ದ !!! ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದು ಕೈಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದನ್ನು ಬ್ಯಾಗ್ ಒಳಕೆ ತುರುಕಿಸಿ ಪ್ಯಾಕಿಂಗ್ ಮುಗಿಸಿದೆ ! ಹಾ! ಅಂದ ಹಾಗೆ ಅದು ಬರಿ ನನ್ನ ಸರಂಜಾಮುಗಳ ಪ್ಯಾಕಿಂಗ್ !! ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಈಗ ಆದ್ಯತೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಕಡಿಮೆ !! ಇನ್ನು ನನ್ನ ಮಗುವಿನ ಸಾಮಾನು ತುಂಬಲು ಒಂದು ದೊಡ್ಡ ಬ್ಯಾಗ್ ತೆಗೆದು, ಅದರೊಳೆಗೆ ಬೇಕಾದ ವಸ್ತುಗಳನ್ನು ತುಂಬಿಸಿದಾಗ ನನ್ನ ಶಾಲೆಯ ದಿನಗಳ ಜ್ಞಾಪಕವಾಗಿತ್ತು !! ಅಮ್ಮ ಕೂಡ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ವಸತಿ ಶಾಲೆಗೆ ಕಳುಹಿಸುವಾಗ ಟ್ರಂಕ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಹೀಗೆ  ಜೊಡಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದಳು , ಆದರೆ ಅದು ತುಂಬಾ ಒಪ್ಪವಾಗಿರುತ್ತಿತ್ತು .  ಒಂದು ಹಾರಿಕೆಯ ನಗುವೊಂದಿಗೆ ಕೆಲಸ ಮುಂದುವರಿಸಿದ್ದೆ ! ಮಗುವಿಗೆ ಬೇರೆ ಅಂಗಿ ತೊಡಿಸಿ , ತುಂಬಿರುವ ಬ್ಯಾಗ್ ಗಳನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಕಾರ್ ಡಿಕ್ಕಿ ಒಳಗೆ ಸೇರಿಸಿದಾಗ ಕಿರು ಬೆರಳಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆಟ್ಟ ಎತ್ತು ಬಿಸಾಕಿದ ಅನುಭವ !! ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಬಿಟ್ಟು, ಹೈವೇ ಯ ಖಾಲಿಯಾಗಿರುವ ರಸ್ತೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಕಾರ್ ಒಡುತ್ತಿರುವಂತೆ, ನನ್ನ ಕೂಸಿಗೆ ನಿದ್ರೆ ಆವರಿಸಿತ್ತು!...

ಸಾಂತ್ವನದ ನುಡಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಆಕಾಶವಿಲ್ಲದಿರುವಾಗ , ನಾ ಬದುಕಿದ ಬದುಕು ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಬೇಡವೆಂಬ ಹಂಬಲ ನನ್ನದಾದಾಗ, ನಾ ಕಂಡ ಕನಸು ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಬೇಳದಿರಲೆಂಬ  ಭಾವ ಮನದಲ್ಲಿರುವಾಗ, ಯಾರ ಹಿಂದೆಯೂ ನೆರಳಾಗಿ ಉಳಿಯದೆ ಇರಬೇಕೆಂಬ ನಂಬಿಕೆ ಅಧಿಕವಾದಾಗ ಪದಗಳೇ ಉಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ ಒಡಲಲಿ ನಿನ್ನದೇ ದಾರಿ , ನಿನ್ನದೇ ಪಯಣಕೆ .. ನನ್ನ ಈ ಹಾರೈಕೆ !!

ಹಿಂತಿರುಗಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ನೋಡುವಾಸೆ ಬೆಚ್ಚನೆ ಕಂಬಳಿಯೊಳು  ಅಡಗಿದ ನಿನ್ನ ಮುದ್ದು ಮೊಗವ.. ಹೊರಟೆನೆಂದರೆ ಬರುವುದ ಅರಿಯೆ ಛಾಪಿದೆ ಮನದೊಳು ನಿನ್ನ ಚಹರೆಯ ರುಜುವು ! ಅದರಲೆ ದಿನ ದೂಡುವೆ ನಿನ್ನನು ನೆನೆದು!! ಅಂಗಳದಿ ಹರಡಿದ ಗೊಂಬೆಗಳೆರೆಡು ನಿನ್ನೆಯ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶಕೆ ಕಾದಿಹ ಅನಿಸಿಕೆ ಒಣಗಲು ಹರಡಿಹ ನಿನ್ನಯ ಅರಿವೆ ನಿನ್ನಯ ನೆನಪ ಕದಡಿದೆ ಮನಕೆ ಈ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿಗಳಲ್ಲೇ ದಿನ ದೂಡುವೆ ನಿನ್ನಯ ನೆನೆದು!! ಮೇಜಿನ ಮೇಲಿನ ನಿನ್ನಯ ಔಷಧಿ ನಿನ್ನಯಾ ಸುರಿವ ಮೂಗನು ನೆನೆಸಿ ಹಾಗೆ ಮೇಲಿನ ನಿನ್ನಯ ಚಿತ್ರ ಹಾಲುಗೆನ್ನೆಯ ನಿನ್ನ ನಗುವನು ತೇಲಿಸಿ ಮರೆಸಿದೆ ನನ್ನ ನಿನ್ನಯ ನೆನಪಲಿ, ಆ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲೇ  ದಿನ ದೂಡುವೆನು!! ಪುಟ್ಟನೆ ಚಪ್ಪಲಿ ಕಾಲಲಿ ಮೆಟ್ಟಿ ಛಲದೊಳು ಮುಂದೆ ನಡೆಯುತ ನೀನು ದೈರ್ಯವ ಮನದಾಳದಿ ನೆಟ್ಟು ಮುನ್ನಡೆ  ಜಗವನು ಎದುರಿಸೋ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯ ಇಟ್ಟು ಇರುವೆನು ನಿನ್ನೊಡನಾಡಿಯಾಗಿ, ಜೀವನ ತೇಯುವ ದೀವಿಗೆಯಾಗಿ !!

Was just sitting near the window watching the downpour. Road is fully covered with hailstones and is looking like a snowfall. Sipping coffee I observed a dog running all different directions to get a shelter and is shooed by people. I was just curious to know where that poor animal will hide from the heavy rain!! It finally got a place under the lorry which was stopped as the way was closed due to a fallen tree. Though there was rain dancing with the heavy wind to cool the weather, there was something boiling inside me which I couldn't ignore. I was relating myself to that dog. It was being ignored!! I was questioning myself, was the pain because  I was ignored by someone? My mind was churning all possible thoughts,  the heart couldn't digest it, but the stomach had no idea on anything and was happy for the coffee!! My Achilles' heel is my sensitive sixth sense. It somehow senses things very quickly. Sometimes its a boon!! I never want it to make me feel low as its menac...