Thursday, May 25, 2006

the quest

what does it mean to be successful?
who at the finish line will be hailed fruitful?
who walks, who jogs, who runs the long mile?
whose life in the end will be worthwhile?

what does it mean to be happy?
is it cars or careers or changing a nappy?
will not whatever possessed finally go?
what then happens to pride and the ego?

what does it mean to be an achiever?
which side at crossroads wins the favour?
why is it a labyrinth before reaching the goal?
but what is the goal? is the answer in the soul?


am thinking:
A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do -- Bob Dylan

am singing:
Zindagi Ka Safar Hai Ye Kaisa Safar
Koi Samjha Nahin Koi Jaana Nahin
Hai Ye Kaisi Dagar Chalte Hain Sab Magar
Koi Samjha Nahin Koi Jaana Nahin -- Safar

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

An article from Janaagraha

i often find that 'the Indian system' is blamed a lot. it often faces the brunt of us - the educated and the 'we-know-better' lot. i dont blame 'us' for that, for in many respects 'the system' does fail us. what we often miss is the fact that there are champions, true leaders even in politics trying their best to bring reforms. their stories are but exiguous. reading this article was quite insightful. helped put some things into perspective.


Janaagraha is a not-for-profit institution involved in the areas of active citizenship and improving the practice of democracy in India. While this involves working at a variety of levels, our work is constantly anchored by examining issues from the perspective of the citizen.
Our mission, therefore, is fundamentally about two things: first, to create new political "space" that includes the citizen in decision-making processes in our democratic structures; and second, to strengthen the capacity of the two legitimate political decision-makers—citizens and elected representatives - to fully participate in these spaces.Janaagraha means the moral force of people, just as Satyagraha means the moral force of truth.
Often, our dark views of government functionaries colour our thoughts entirely. However, there are champions in this challenging environment whose interest and striving for change deserves our empathy and appreciation. Ramesh Ramanathan directs his attention thus.


In defence of Government

On a recent trip to Delhi, I visited an IAS officer acquaintance who had just begun a stint in a Ministry with the Government of India. I enjoy these occasional visits, learning about the challenges that those in government are facing - the intellectual debates, the public policy choices, the genuine political divides. My friend waved me in warmly as he completed his conversation on the telephone. It was my first visit to his new office, and as I gazed around I spotted a photograph of a cricket team. I recognised many officers from the same state cadre, all dressed in white, enjoying what had clearly been a pleasant weekend afternoon. I smiled and told my host, “I didn’t know you played cricket, when did this start?” He laughed at the photograph, and replied, “Oh, this began about a year ago. We had a ragtag team until one officer said we needed to get our act together and stop being such an apology - some of us were so out of shape, we would have had to pass a government order to stop the ball before it got to the boundary. He cracked the whip, and quite amazingly we actually started to come together quite well. Our first match was against the forestry team who fancied themselves and we beat the daylight out of them!”

He smiled at the memory of the event, and said, “We’ve gone from strength to strength, and along with it, an interesting bond has formed among us.”

“So which match was this photo taken at?” I asked.

“This was against the CFOs of the corporate sector. We lost, but by barely a whisker”, he said, adding in his self-deprecating style, “Government nowadays loses to the market, you know.”

I was intrigued by what the dynamics of this cricket team among the officers had done to the functioning of government. I inquired about this and he said, “It’s quite extraordinary - interdepartmental files that involve us get processed a lot quicker, not because we are doing someone a favour, but because so much of the context can be provided by just a phone call. It is almost as if this group has a special wireless connection.”


Indians disagree with each other on many issues, but there is one topic on which we have complete unanimity: our low opinion of government, both politicians and bureaucrats. I am frequently astonished at the sweeping generalisations that articulate and educated people make when it comes to describing what is wrong with our government. I find that this tendency is especially true among those in the corporate sector, and indeed rises with the level of accomplishment: an almost inverse relationship between private success and public disdain. Our general ignorance about the institutional design and constraints of government would be disturbing enough, but what is worse is our unwillingness to even acknowledge this fact or seek more information. In my continuing journey of learning about government, I have been struck by how almost every aspect of the institutional arrangement that we take for granted in the private sector is missing in government: the ability to specialise, the recognition for a job well done, the space to speak freely in front of a superior… the list is endless. These constraints are not just for bureaucrats, but are true for politicians as well.
This does not mean that government is filled only with well-intentioned, hard-working individuals; there are large numbers of corrupt people, those who misuse the power and position that their offices offer them. Even more frustrating than these blatantly corrupt are the seemingly well-intentioned ones who are adamantly closed-minded, refusing to allow the spark of new ideas to percolate in. But despite this, we need to avoid the blithe broad brushes that we so carelessly apply when criticising government. Because we do disservice to those champions within the system, the ones who are catalysing change every day. Every institutional arrangement has its own particular ethos; government is no exception. The relationship that exists between various layers of the bureaucracy, and more importantly, between the administration and elected representatives is a complex one. Political compulsions place many pressures on those inside government, forcing an almost daily examination of right and wrong. The Lakshman Rekha is drawn at different places by different actors; sometimes, the level of compromise is greater, sometimes less. Invariably, every individual has a personal threshold, beyond which compromise is not allowed.


For myself, the more I learn about government, the less willing I am to criticise it. This is despite the deep frustration that I feel about many of the shortcomings of government. But I sense an equal, if not greater, degree of frustration on the part of those who are within government. We have vast challenges in our society; many of the answers will have to come from government, and it must change the way it works on many fronts. With Indian democracy maturing, we cannot let up the pressure for change, but we definitely need a more sophisticated articulation of what is wrong, going beyond the black-and-white barcodes to see the shades of grey in our government.


As I walked out of my friend’s office, I couldn’t help wondering how many such people there were, scattered across union and state and local governments. Senior officers to second division assistants, Members of Parliament to municipal councillors, all chipping away, playing their role, bearing the burden of public cynicism every day, being indicted by people who have little understanding of the extent and scope of the constraints under which they operate, while they quietly clear files, sometimes faster because of a special bond of camaraderie formed by a cricket team.


am thinking: Ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country -- John F. Kennedy


am singing: rang de basanti -- Rang De Basanti

Monday, May 15, 2006

mothers day

much to my good luck the radio division of SBS - Special Broadcasting Service in Australia broadcasts a kannada programme every sunday between 5 & 6 pm. sometimes i have the opportunity to present my bits on it. i spoke on mothers day yesterday. i thought of mom and how much i am missing her and began writing. she inspired me to write this piece. this is the result of her 'spoorti'. this is for her. once i procure the audio file, will upload it here provided technology doesnt get the better of me! till then, this is what i had to say:


ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ, ಇಂದು Mothers' Day! ಎಲ್ಲಾ ತಾಯಿಯರಿಗೂ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು.

मात्रु दॆवॊभव पित्रु दॆवॊभव आचार्य दॆवॊभव अतिथि दॆवॊभव
ಅನ್ನೋ ವೇದವಾಕ್ಯ ಇದೆ. ಅದನ್ನು ನಾವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಕಲಿತಿದ್ದೇವೆ. ತಾಯಿಯೇ ದೇವರು. ತಂದೆ ದೇವರು. ಆಚಾರ್ಯ, ಪಾಠ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಟ್ಟ ಗುರು ದೇವರು. ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದ ಅತಿಥಿ ದೇವರು. ಆದರೆ ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗಿಂತ ಮೊದಲು, ಮೊಟ್ಟಮೊದಲ ಸ್ಥಾನದಲ್ಲಿ "ಮಾತೃ ದೇವೋಭವ" ಎಂದಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ತಾಯಿಯಿಂದಲ್ಲವೇ ಉಸಿರು? ಅವಳಿಂದಲೇ ಜೀವ. ಅವಳಿಂದಲೇ ಮೂಲ.

ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವು ಜನ ಕೇಳ್ತಾರೆ - "ಇದೇನ್ರೀ ಇದು? ಈ Mothers Day ಅಂತೆ, Fathers Day ಅಂತೆ, Valentines Day ಅಂತೆ. ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆಲ್ಲಾ ಒಂದು `ಡೇ' ಕಣ್ರೀ. ಸಂಕ್ರಾಂತಿ, ಯುಗಾದಿ, ಗಣೇಶನ ಹಬ್ಬ, ದೀಪಾವಳಿಗಳಂಥ ಸಾಂಪ್ರದಾಯಿಕ ಹಬ್ಬಗಳನ್ನು ಆಚರಿಸೋದು ಬಿಟ್ಟು, ಇದೇನು ಹುಚ್ಚು? ಇದೆಲ್ಲಾ ವಿದೇಶೀ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ. ನಮ್ಮದಲ್ಲ. ಇಲ್ಲದ ಆಡಂಬರ" ಅಂತ.

ಒಂದು ರೀತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇದು ನಿಜ. ಆದರೆ ನನ್ನ ವಾದ ಏನಪ್ಪ ಅಂದ್ರೆ - ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಕಾಣದೇ ಇರೋ ಎಷ್ಟೋ ದೇವರುಗಳನ್ನು, ಎಣಿಕೆಗೆ ಸಿಗಲಾರದಷ್ಟು ದೇವರುಗಳನ್ನು ಪೂಜಿಸುತ್ತೇವೆ. ನಮ್ಮ ಎದುರಿಗೇ ಇರೋ ಪ್ರತ್ಯಕ್ಷವಾದ ತಾಯಿ ದೈವವನ್ನು ಆರಾಧಿಸಲು ಒಂದು ದಿನವಾದರೂ ಬೇಡವೇ?

ಇತಿಹಾಸ:
ಈ Mothers Day ಹೇಗೆ ಶುರು ಆಯಿತು? ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಇದರ ಆರಂಭ? ಈ ದಿನದ ಇತಿಹಾಸದ ಮೇಲೆ ಗಮನ ಹಾಯಿಸಿದರೆ ತಿಳಿದು ಬರತ್ತೆ - ವಿವಿಧ ದೇಶಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಅವರವರ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಗೆ ತಕ್ಕಂತೆ ವಿವಿಧ ಪ್ರಕಾರಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಈ Mothers Day ಆಚರಣೆ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿತ್ತು.

ಪುರಾತನ Greekಅರು ದೇವತೆಗಳ ತಾಯಿ Rhea ದೇವಿಯನ್ನು ಆರಾಧಿಸಲು ರಜಾ ದಿನವಾಗಿ ಈ ದಿನವನ್ನು ಆಚರಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು. ಪ್ರಾಚೀನ Roman ನ್ನರು ತಾಯಿ ದೇವತೆ Cybeleಲಳ ಗೌರವಾರ್ಥ Mothers Day ಆಚರಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು. ಇನ್ನು Britainನಲ್ಲಿ ೧೭ನೇ ಶತಮಾನದಲ್ಲಿ Mothering Sunday ಅನ್ನೋ ಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯ ಶುರು ಆಯಿತು. Lent ಕಾಲದ ನಾಲಕ್ಕನೇ ಭಾನುವಾರದಂದು ಈ Mothering Sunday ಆಚರಣೆ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಕಾರ್ಮಿಕರು, ಆಳುಗಳು ತಮ್ಮ ತಾಯಂದಿರನ್ನು ಭೇಟಿ ಮಾಡಲು ಅಂದು ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು. ೧೯ನೇ ಶತಮಾನದಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ರಜಾ ದಿನದ ವಾಡಿಕೆ ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣ ಮರೆಯಾಗಿ ಹೋಯಿತು.

ನಮಗೆ ಈ ಹಳೆಯ ಇತಿಹಾಸದ ನಂತರ Mothers Day ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಮಾಹಿತಿ ದೊರೆಯುವುದು 1858 ರಲ್ಲಿ, ಅಮೇರಿಕಾದ West Virginia ರಾಜ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ.
Anna Reeves Jarvis ಎಂಬ ಅಧ್ಯಾಪಕಿ ಪೌರ ಸಮರದ ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ, ಅಂದರೆ Civil War ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ, ತನ್ನ ಊರಿನ ನೈರ್ಮಲ್ಯವನ್ನು ಸುಧಾರಿಸಲು Mothers Work Days ಅನ್ನೋ ಚಳುವಳಿಯನ್ನು ಆರಂಭಿಸಿದರು.
ಆನಂತರ Julia Ward Howe ಎಂಬ ಮಹಿಳೆ 1872 ರಲ್ಲಿ ಶಾಂತಿ, ತಾಯ್ತನ ಹಾಗೂ ಸ್ತ್ರೀತ್ವಗಳನ್ನು ಗೌರವಿಸಲು ಜೂನ್ ೨ರಂದು Mothers Day for Peace ಅಂತ ಆಚರಿಸುವ ರೂಢಿ ಕಾರ್ಯರೂಪಕ್ಕೆ ತಂದರು. ಸುಮಾರು ಹತ್ತು ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಕಾಲ ಈ Mothers Day for Peace ಆಚರಣೆ ನಡೆಯಿತು. ಆದರೆ ಕ್ರಮೇಣ ಖರ್ಚು ವೆಚ್ಚಗಳನ್ನು ಪೂರೈಸಲಾಗದೆ ಮರೆಯಾಯಿತು.
ನಂತರ 1908 ರಲ್ಲಿ Anna Reeves Jarvis ರವರ ಮಗಳಾದ, ಅದೇ ಹೆಸರಿನ, Anna Jarvis ರವರು Mothers Dayಯನ್ನು ಅಧಿಕೃತವಾಗಿ ಸ್ಥಾಪಿಸಲು ಕೆಲಸ ನಡೆಸಿದರು. ಆಮೇರಿಕಾದ ಸರ್ಕಾರ ಮಸೂದೆಯನ್ನೂ ಸಹ ಅಂಗೀಕರಿಸಿತು.

ಈಗ Mothers Dayಗೆ ಅಂತರರಾಷ್ಟ್ರೀಯ ಸ್ಥಾನ ದೊರೆತಿದೆ. ಮೇ ತಿಂಗಳ ಎರಡನೇ ಭಾನುವಾರವನ್ನು ತಾಯಿಯರ ದಿನವೆಂದು United States, Denmark, Finland, Italy, Turkey, Australia, Belgium ಹಾಗೂ ಇನ್ನಿತರ ದೇಶಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಆಚರಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ. Britain ನಲ್ಲಿ ಮೊದಲೇ ಹೇಳಿದಂತೆ ಲೆಂಟ್ ಕಾಲದ ನಾಲ್ಕನೇ ಭಾನುವಾರದಂದು Mothers Day. Spain ನಲ್ಲಿ ಡಿಸೆಂಬರ್ ೮ ರಂದು Feast of the Immaculate ಅನ್ನೋ ಆಚರಣೆ. France ನಲ್ಲಿ ಮೇ ತಿಂಗಳ ಕೊನೆಯ ಭಾನುವಾರದಂದು ಹೂವಿನಗುಚ್ಛದ ಆಕೃತಿಯ ವಿಶೇಷ Cake ಅನ್ನು ತಾಯಿಯರಿಗೆ ಭೇಟಿ ನೀಡುತ್ತಾರೆ.

Women's International League for Peace and Freedom ಹಾಗೂ Women's Action for Nuclear Disarmament ನಂತಹ ಸಂಸ್ಥೆಗಳು ಅಣುತಂತ್ರದ ವಿರುದ್ಧ "The Million Mom March" ಅನ್ನೋ ಪ್ರತಿಭಟನೆಗಳನ್ನು ಹಮ್ಮಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಇವಿಷ್ಟೂ Mothers Day ಇತಿಹಾಸ, ವಾಸ್ತವಾಂಶಗಳು.

ಜನನ-ಜೀವನ:
ನವ ಮಾಸಗಳು ಹೊತ್ತು ಹೆರುತ್ತಳೆ. ಹೆರಿಗೆಯಿಂದ ಶಿಶುವಿಗೆ ಜನ್ಮ. ಆ ಹೆರಿಗೆಯ ನೋವು ಅನುಭವಿಸಿ ಗೆದ್ದು ಬರುವ ತಾಯಿಗೆ ಮರುಜನ್ಮ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳಿದರೆ ಅತಿಶಯೋಕ್ತಿ ಅಲ್ಲ. ಶಿಶುವಿಗೆ ಜೀವ ನೀಡಿದ ಮೇಲೆ ಶಿಶುವೇ ಅವಳ ಜೀವ. ಆ ಕಂದನಿಗೆ ಹಾಲುಣಿಸಿ ಪೋಷಿಸುತ್ತಾಳೆ. ಅದನ್ನು ಎತ್ತಿ, ಆಡಿಸಿ, ಬೆಳೆಸುವ ಹಾದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ - ಮಗು ನಕ್ಕರೇ ಸಾಕು ಅವಳಿಗೆ ಸ್ವರ್ಗ, ಒಂದು ಕ್ಷಣ ಮಗುವಿಗೆ ನೋವಾದರೂ ತನಗೇ ನೋವಾದಷ್ಟು ಹೇಳಲಾರದ ಸಂಕಟ.

ತಾಯಿಗೆ ಅನೇಕ ರೂಪಗಳು. ಅನೇಕ ಜವಾಬ್ದಾರಿಗಳು.
ಮಗುವಿಗೆ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲೇ ಪಾಠ ಕಲಿಸುವ ಮೊದಲ ಶಿಕ್ಷಕಿ ಅವಳು. ಬಿದ್ದು ಗಾಯ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದು `ಅಮ್ಮಾ' ಅಂತ ಕೂಗಿದರೆ ಸಾಕು, ಓಡಿ ಬಂದು ಶುಶ್ರೂಷೆ ಮಾಡುವ ವೈದ್ಯ ಅವಳು. ಅತ್ತಾಗ ಕಣ್ಣು ಒರೆಸುವವಳು. ಮಗುವಿನ ಆಟ, ಓಟ, ಏಳಿಗೆಗಳನ್ನು ಕಂಡು ಹಿಗ್ಗುವವಳು. ಶಾಲೆಯಿಂದ ದಣಿದು ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದಾಗ ರುಚಿಯಾದ ತಿಂಡಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಉಪಚರಿಸುವ ಪೋಷಕಿ ಅವಳು. ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೆ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಎಂದರೆ ತಾಯಿಗೆ ಮಹಾಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ. ಅವರನ್ನು ಓದಿಸುವುದು, ನಿದ್ದೆಗೆಡುವುದು, ಉಪಚರಿಸುವುದು - ಅಬ್ಬಬ್ಬಾ! ಒಂದೇ, ಎರಡೇ ಅವಳ ಕೆಲಸಗಳು?
ಇನ್ನು ಹದಿಹರೆಯ ವಯಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ - ಸೂಕ್ಶ್ಮವಾದ teenage years ನಲ್ಲಿ ತಾಯಿ ಮಾರ್ಗದರ್ಶಿ ಆಗ್ತಾಳೆ. ಎಲ್ಲಾ ವಿಷಯಗಳನ್ನೂ ಅವಳ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಮನ ಬಿಚ್ಚಿ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬಹುದು. ಮಕ್ಕಳು ತನ್ನ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಳ್ಳದೇ ಮುಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ವಿಷಯಗಳು ಆಕೆಗೆ ತಿಳಿದೇ ಇರತ್ತೆ! ಅವಳು ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಅಂತರ್ಯಾಮಿ. ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿ ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೆ ಆಕೆಯೇ counsellor. ಜೀವನ ಸಾಗಿದಂತೆ ಅವಳೇ Role Model - ಆದರ್ಶ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿ ಆಗ್ತಾಳೆ.

M for Mother:
ನೀವು ಗಮನಿಸಿರಬಹುದು. ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಕಡಿಮೆ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಭಾಷೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ತಾಯಿಯನ್ನು ಕರೆಯುವ ಪದದಲ್ಲಿ "ಮ" ಅಕ್ಷರ ಇದ್ದೇ ಇರತ್ತೆ. ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ `ಅಮ್ಮ', ತೆಲುಗುನಲ್ಲಿ `ಅಮ್ಮು, ಅಂಬ', ಹಿಂದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ `मा', English ನಲ್ಲಿ `mom, mummy, mamma', Spanish ಹಾಗೂ Italian ನಲ್ಲಿ `Madre', French ನಲ್ಲಿ `Mere'.
ಮಗುವಿಗೆ ಮಾತು ಕಲಿಯುವ ವಯಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ `ಮ' ಅಕ್ಷರ ಸುಲಭವಾಗಿ ಉಚ್ಛರಿಸುವ ಅಕ್ಷರ. ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಮೊದಲು ಕಲಿಯುವ ಪದವೇ `ಅಮ್ಮಾ'. ಈಗಲೂ ನಾವು ದಿನನಿತ್ಯ ಮಾತನಾಡುವಾಗ "ಅಯ್ಯೋ, ಅಮ್ಮಾ ಕಾಲು ನೋವು" ಅಂತೀವಿ. ಕಷ್ಟದಲ್ಲಿ, ನೋವಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಾವು ಮೊದಲು ಕೂಗುವುದು; ಮೊದಲು ಜ಼ಾಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದು ಅಮ್ಮನನ್ನು.

God created mother to fill his absence
ಅಂತಾರೆ. ತಾಯಿಯ ಪಾತ್ರ ಮಗುವಿನ ಬೆಳವಣಿಗೆಯಲ್ಲಿ, ಆ ಮಗು ಬೆಳೆದು ಸತ್ಪ್ರಜೆ ಆಗುವುದರಲ್ಲಿ ಅತಿ ಮುಖ್ಯವಾದದ್ದು. ಅವಳೇ ಆಧಾರ ಸ್ಥಂಭ. ಅವಳ ಪ್ರೀತಿ, ಆರೈಕೆ, ಮಮತೆ ಹಾಗು ಪೋಷಣೆ ಮಗುವಿನ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿ ವಿಕಸನದಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆನ್ನೆಲುಬುಗಳು. ತನ್ನ ಮಗುವಿಗೆ, ತನ್ನ ಮನೆಗೆ ಅವಳು ತನ್ನ ಇಡೀ ಜೀವನ ಮುಡಿಪಾಗಿಟ್ಟು, ಹಗಲೂ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಸಂಸಾರದ ಚಕ್ರವನ್ನು ಮುನ್ನಡೆಸುತ್ತಾಳೆ. ತಾಯಿ ತ್ಯಾಗಮಯಿ. ಮನೆ, ಮನಗಳನ್ನು ಬೆಳಗುವ ದೀಪ ಅವಳು.

ಈ ನಮ್ಮ ಅಚ್ಚುಮೆಚ್ಚಿನ ಅಮ್ಮನನ್ನು ನಾವು ಹಲವು ಬಾರಿ ಮರೆಯುವುದೂ ಉಂಟು. ಅಮ್ಮ ಅಂದರೆ ಸಲಿಗೆ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ. ಮುದ್ದು ಜಾಸ್ತಿ. ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ಅವಳನ್ನ ನಾವು ನಿರ್ಲಕ್ಷಿಸುವುದು ನಿಜ. "taken for granted" ಅಂತಾರಲ್ಲ ಹಾಗೆ. ನಮ್ಮ ಒಲವನ್ನು ತೋರಿಸಲು Mothers Day ಅನ್ನೋ ಪ್ರತ್ಯೇಕವಾದ ದಿನ ಬೇಕಾಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೆ ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟು ಜನ ತಾಯಿಯನ್ನು ಅಪ್ಪಿಕೊಂಡು ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಮಾತನಾಡುತ್ತೇವೆ? ನೀವು ನಿಮ್ಮ ತಾಯಿಯನ್ನು ವಿಶೇಷವಾಗಿ ಅಭಿನಂದಿಸಿದ್ದು ಜ಼ಾಪಕವಿದೆಯೇ? ಬಹಳ ದಿನ ಆಗಿದೆ ಅಲ್ವೇ? ಅದಕ್ಕೇ ಈ Mothers Day.

जननी जन्मभूमिश्च स्वर्गादपि गरीयसि ಅಂತಾರೆ. ಜನನಿಗೆ ಹಾಗೂ ಜನ್ಮಭೂಮಿಗೆ ಸ್ವರ್ಗಕ್ಕಿಂತಲೂ ಮಿಗಿಲಾದ ಸ್ಠಾನ. ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಜನ ಜನನಿಯಿಂದ, ಜನ್ಮಭೂಮಿಯಿಂದ ದೂರ ವಲಸೆ ಬಂದು Australia ದಲ್ಲಿ ನೆಲೆಸಿದ್ದೇವೆ. ಬನ್ನಿ ಈ ದಿನ ಆ ಜನನಿಗೆ, ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಅಮ್ಮನಿಗೆ, ಆ ಮಹಾ ತಾಯಿಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಕೃತಜ಼ತೆ, ನಮ್ಮ ಒಲವನ್ನು ತೋರಿಸೋಣ. ಒಂದು ಹೂಗೊಂಚಲಾದರೂ ಸಾಕು. ಅಥವಾ ಒಂದು ಶುಭಾಶಯ ಪತ್ರವೋ ಇಲ್ಲ ಒಂದು ದೂರವಾಣಿ ಕರೆಯೋ, ಯಾವುದಾದರೂ ಸರಿ. ಅವಳಿಗೆ ತನ್ನ ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಏನೇ ಮಾಡಿದರೂ ಪ್ರಿಯ.

ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ತಾಯಿಯರಿಗೂ Mothers Day ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು.

Monday, May 08, 2006

himmat karnewalon ki haar nahi hoti

this is a poem i found to be very inspiring by hindi poet Suryakant Tripathi 'Nirala'. i came across this in the movie 'maine Gandhi ko nahi maara' by Jahnu Barua. this is a poem the father teaches his kids. Anupam Kher plays the role of a delusional old man. a popular hindi professor in his prime slowly turns senile as he grows older. he starts to feel imprisoned in his own home for having killed Mahatma Gandhi. his daughter (Urmila Matondkar) strives to bring him back to life. the performances of the father-daughter duo are moving. a brilliant new age movie. Bappi Lahiri makes a surprising comeback with a beautiful background score.


लेहरोन से डर कर नौका पार नहीं होती
हिम्मत कर्नेवालों की हार नहीं होती

नन्ही चीटी जब दाना लेकर चल्ती हैं
छडती दीवारों पर सौ बार फिसल्ती हैं
मन का विश्वास रगो में साहस भर्ता हैं
छडकर गिर्ना गिर्कर छडना ना अकारथ हैं
आखिर उस्की मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती
कोशिश कर्नेवालों की हार नहीं होती

डुबकिया सिंधु में गोताख़ोर लगाता हैं
जाजाकर ख़ाली हाथ लौट आता हैं
मिल्ते ना सेहेज के मोती पानी में
बडता दुग्ना उत्साह इसी हैरानी मैं
मुट्टी उस्की ख़ाली हर बार नहीं होती
हिम्मत कर्नेवलों की हार नहीं होती

असफल्ता एक चुनौती हैं स्वीकार करो
क्या कमी रेहेगयी हैं देखो और सुधार करो
जब तक ना सफल हो नींद चैन की त्यागो तुम
सन्घर्शों का मैदान छोड मत भागो तुम
कुछ किए बिना ही जैजैकार नहीं होती
हिम्मत कर्नेवलों की हार नहीं होती


"Koshish karnewalon ki haar nahi hoti" is the altered verse by Harivansh Rai Bachchan.

Friday, May 05, 2006

To blog or not to blog

that is the question. i have wondered about it for a while now. this is a predicament, a little devil in my head which pops up each time i write something and i want to post it. the answer is yes and no.

yes, because there is so much to write about, so much to share, so much to admire in life and so much to learn. after guru introduced me to the world of blogging nearly 2 years ago, i began posting blogs. i was a regularly irregular blogger. though few and far inbetween, these blogs somehow ignited a lot of excitement in me. the prospect of being online, publishing my thoughts was indeed a heady feeling. i got hooked on. it was a world i could spend hours in. it felt extra special when my friends left nice comments behind. they encouraged me, motivated me. i was particularly heartened to note that i had regular readers too in guru & soumya.

it is crazy how blogging gets to you. all that happens around me is seen with a blogging eye! the events, the people, the places - they keep getting written mentally, words swell up. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players...

and no, because (sigh)...thats a long story. myriad things make me muse about them and inspire me to write. and write i do, but never get around to publish them. i would write on bits and pieces of scraps and leave them lying around at home. i would scream if anyone touched them or read them. they were sacred. they were private. they were meant to be read and re-read (only by me), edited and re-edited and when deemed fit - they were meant to be posted online. now this process could easily take months on end to finish! i still have those scraps. imagine the backlog that has piled up. i thought writing on paper and then posting it online is a waste of time. so i stopped writing, hoping that i will get online and post a blog direct online. but this wasnt to be! i mulled over my thoughts, chewed on the cud, slept on it, couldnt sleep on it (as some nights the blog fever was high!). the final result - same as before - no new blogs :(

off late i began to analyse about what is it that is holding me back. two things struck me. first, i wait for a fine piece, for a spark of brilliance maybe and often lose the vigour of the moment. it will then be too late to publish. it would have lost charm. second, i get too conscious. i am quite insecure when it comes to criticism - call it "constructive" or by any other positive name. what if someone finds this blog a waste of time? how will people react? what will they comment? i know this is my blog and not meant to please anyone but me. but i cant help those thoughts...

it is now time to get over all this. i have been reading blogs of deepthi and vanditha. i am tremendously inspired. it was time for a fresh beginning. i thought a brand new avatara, a new entry might help. so, here i am on blogger.com. will link my old blog here till i figure out a better way to publish it.

quote of the day: the great consolation in life is to say what one thinks - voltaire

song of the day: here i am, this is me - bryan adams

PS: the fine print! i borrow this style of closing from the blogs of my friends featured here. hope the authors pardon the plagiarism!