Gubbachiya Inchara

Gubbachiya Inchara

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Make a difference...India Needs YOU


Today morning as I was running thru my hurried breakfast n was running short of time to reach office, something caught my attention.

“BREAKING NEWS: Anna Hazare Detained”

For wat fun? A man….a Old Man…who is fighting putting aside his health n risking his life for what??.... Just give it a thought and think twice before you start your day. I think this is kind of worse than Britisher’s rule. Awkward Govt, intelligent and good hearted but Coward Prime Minister, dirty politicians!! Is this wat india attained its independence for?

Time to clean up our nation which is impossible unless u n me stand up. Don’t wait for a Bhagath Singh in the neighborhood I think high time we pull up our socks n show the dirty politicians wat happens when we wake up!

Those of you (includes me) who always felt sorry that we were not around to stand next to Mahatma Gandhi when he was dragged on roads and was charged by laati prahar here is another chance. I am heading to the freedom park. Please do make your presence felt…so that we have a glorious story to tell our children…n proud that we contributed too.


Friday, August 5, 2011

Sweet to Sour??!

I hated the beep sound every time notifying there is a new mail…which means more work just when I was hanging high on moving mountain sort tasks!
I just glanced at the time & noticed that it was 3 PM. I had done total injustice to myself by not feeding even a grain since morning! Frowning I locked my system (I hoped to break it though) & decided to step out ALONE for lunch.

I decided to do something out of routine hence thought of delighting my taste buds with some yum at a fine restaurant ALONE. As I walked my way thru the drizzle the tip tip sound on my umbrella kept me occupied more than the traffic buzz. I grabbed a Mango juice, my company for on the way.

Something caught my attention, a huge yellow school bus halted amidst freaking traffic. A lady curiously leaned inside searching for, I suppose, her baby doll. The helper picked up a sleeping beauty…(may be 4yr ) n the stuff laying around her & handed them over to the mother. The lady carefully laid her princess undisturbed on her shoulder and went through her belongings. She noticed her one ribbon was gone n the school bag was not hers. She exchanged the bag with another beauty’s who all this while had least realized her bag was gone & continued to chat along not bothered again. The helper surfed thru the van n picked up a satin ribbon and handed it over to the lady. Satisfied the mom walked away with the luggage in one hand and her sleeping beauty in other managing an umbrella just enough to guard the little one. I am sure she woke up in her room without a tinge of surprise or wonder how she got there.

As I watched this something mumbled in my thoughts. I reached the restaurant and ignorantly ordered the first thing in the menu & waited for the server to return with my order. Bored n awkward I picked up my mobile to call a friend. Just then I realized my mobile was switched off reminding me the reason for it to be silent with no work related talks all this while.




Strangely the “sleeping beauty” dint put a smile on my face….She instead made me feel restless. I brooded over my strange reaction. As I walked past the kindergarten on to my office…there was an obvious difference in the vibration…I guess stress! Serious ambulance siren that seemed to ring on everyone walking there. Everyone hurrying to…to….to nowhere! A mango when born is ignored but as it ripens it grows sweeter, colorful, attractive & in demand. Something everyone loved the sense when it lingered on your tongue…isn’t this exactly how our lives are supposed to be? In line with nature!? As we grew older the sweetness is somehow missing & instead we are becoming harder & sourer! Have we lost it?

Saturday, June 25, 2011

ನೀ ಸಿಗದೆ ಬಾಳೊ೦ದು ಬಾಳೇ ಕೃಷ್ಣ - ಎನ್.ಎಸ್.ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಿನಾರಾಯಣ ಭಟ್ಟ



ನೀ ಸಿಗದೆ ಬಾಳೊ೦ದು ಬಾಳೇ ಕೃಷ್ಣ
ನಾ ತಾಳಲಾರೆ ವಿರಹ ಕೃಷ್ಣ
ನೀ ಸಿಗದೆ ಬಾಳೊ೦ದು ಬಾಳೇ ಕೃಷ್ಣ


ಕಮಲವಿಲ್ಲದ ಕೆರೆ ನನ್ನ ಬಾಳು
ಚ೦ದ್ರ ಇಲ್ಲದ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಬೀಳು
ಕಮಲವಿಲ್ಲದ ಕೆರೆ ನನ್ನ ಬಾಳು
ಚ೦ದ್ರನಿಲ್ಲದ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಬೀಳು
ನೀ ಸಿಗದೆ ಉರಿ ಉರಿ ಕಳೆದೆ ಇರುಳ
ಮಾತಿಲ್ಲ ಬಿಗಿದಿದೆ ದುಃಖ ಕೊರಳ

ನೀ ಸಿಗದೆ ಬಾಳೊ೦ದು ಬಾಳೇ ಕೃಷ್ಣ...

ನೀ ಸಿಗದೆ ಬಾಳೊ೦ದು ಬಾಳೇ ಕೃಷ್ಣ...
ಕೃಷ್ಣಾ... ಕೃಷ್ಣಾ... ಕೃಷ್ಣಾ... ಕೃಷ್ಣಾ...ಜನುಮ ಜನುಮದಾ ರಾಗ ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ
ನಿನ್ನೊಳಗೆ ಹರಿವುದೆ ಅದರ ರೀತಿ
ಒಳಗಿರುವ ಗಿರಿಧರನೆ ಹೊರಗೆ ಬಾರೋ
ಕಣ್ಣೆದುರು ನಿ೦ತು ರೂಪ ತೋರೋ
ಒಳಗಿರುವ ಗಿರಿಧರನೆ ಹೊರಗೆ ಬಾರೋ
ಕಣ್ಣೆದುರು ನಿ೦ತು ರೂಪ ತೋರೋ
ಜನುಮ ಜನುಮದಾ ರಾಗ ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ

ಅನ್ನ ಸೇರದು ನಿದ್ದೆ ಬ೦ದುದೆ೦ದು
ಕುದಿವೆ ಒ೦ದೇ ಸಮ ಕೃಷ್ಣಾ ಎ೦ದು
ಅನ್ನ ಸೇರದು ನಿದ್ದೆ ಬ೦ದುದೆ೦ದು
ಕುದಿವೆ ಒ೦ದೇ ಸಮ ಕೃಷ್ಣಾ ಎ೦ದು
ಯಾರು ಅರಿವರು ಹೇಳು ನನ್ನ ನೋವ
ತಲ್ಲಣಿಸಿ ಕೂಗುತಿದೆ ದಾಸಿ ಜೀವ


Friday, June 24, 2011

ಎಲ್ಲ ಮರೆತಿರುವಾಗ - ನಿಸ್ಸಾರ್ ಅಹ್ಮೆದ್

ಎಲ್ಲ ಮರೆತಿರುವಾಗ ಇಲ್ಲ ಸಲ್ಲದ ನೆವವ
ಹೂಡಿ ಬರದಿರು ಮತ್ತೆ ಹಳೆಯ ನೆನಪೇ
ಕಲ್ಲಿನಂದದಿ ಬಿದ್ದು ತಿಳಿಯಾದ ಎದೆಗೊಳವ
ರಾಡಿಗೊಳಿಸುವೆ ಏಕೆ ಮಧುರ ನೆನಪೇ

ಕಪ್ಪು ಕಣ್ಣಿನ ನೆಟ್ಟ ನೋಟದರೆ ಕ್ಷಣವನ್ನೇ
ತೊಟ್ಟು ಬಾಣದ ಹಾಗೆ ಬಾರದಿರು ನೆನಪೇ
ಬಿರದ ತುಟಿಗಳ ತುಂಬು ನಗೆಯ ಕಾರಣವನ್ನೇ
ಹಿರಿದು ಕೊಲ್ಲಲು ಬಳಿಗೆ ಸಾರದಿರು ನೆನಪೇ

ಸತ್ತ ಭುತವನ್ನೆತ್ತಿ ಹದ್ದಿನಂದದಿ ತಂದು
ಎನ್ನ ಮನದಂಗಳದಿ ಹಾಕದಿರು ನೆನಪೇ
ಭವ್ಯ ಭವಿತವ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಮೊಗಮಾಡಿ ನಿಂತಿರುವೆ
ಬೆನ್ನಲ್ಲೇ ಹಿರಿಯದಿರು ಓ ಚೆನ್ನ ನೆನಪೇ

Friday, June 17, 2011

ನಿನಗೆ ಮುಡಿಪು ಈ ಹೂವು


ಮನ ತೊದಲಿತು ಹೊಸದಾಗಿ ಹಳೆ ಹೆಸರೊಂದ 
ತನು ಒದರಿತು ಹಸಿಯಾದ ಆ ಹಳೆ ವಿರಹದ ನೋವಿಂದ 
ಬಳಲಿತು ತನು ಮನವು ಮಿಲನದ ಆಸೆಯಿಂದ 
ಬಯಸಿತು ಬಿಡುಗಡೆ  ಸಂಸಾರ ಧಿಗ್ಬಂದದಿಂದ
  

ಅರಿಯದೆ ಸರಿಯಿತು ಮನ ಹರಿಯತ್ತ
ಸಿಲುಕದೆ ನುಡಿಯಿತು ಹರಿ ನಾಮ ಚಿತ್ತ
ಅಳುಕದೆ ನಡೆಯಿತು ತನು ಮನ ನಿನ್ನತ್ತ



ತೊಡಕುಗಳ ಭಾವಿಸದೆ,
ಶಂಕೆಗಳ ಛೆದಿಸದೆ,
ಕತ್ತಲಲ್ಲೂ ತೊಡಕದೆ,
ಬೆಳಕಲ್ಲು ಮರೆಯದೆ,
ನಿನ್ನೆಡೆಗೆ ಧಾವಿಸಿತು ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಒಂದೊಂದೇ



ತಿಳಿಯದೀ ತಳಮಳ ಮತ್ತಾರಿಗೂ ಪ್ರಿಯತಮ
ತಡೆಯದಿರಿ ನನ್ನ ಹೃದಯದ ಈ ಸರಿಗಮ
ಹೊರಟೆ ನಾ ನಿನ್ನೆಡೆಗೆ ಆಗಲಿ ಸುದರ್ಶನ ನಿಗಮ
ತಪಿಸಿದ ಮನದ, ಆರಾದ್ಯ ದೇವನ, ಸುಸಂಗಮ

ಬಡತನದಿ ಎಡವಿದೆ ಶಿಲೆ ಒಂದನ್ನು
ಮಣ್ಣಾದ ಶಿರವ ಭಾಗಿಸುವೆ ಮನ್ನಿಸೆನ್ನನ್ನು
ಸುರಿಸಿದೆ ನೀ ವರುಣನನು ತೊಲಗಿತು ಕಲೆ ಇನ್ನು


ಹೊಮ್ಬಿಸಲ ತೊಟ್ಟು, ಸಂಸಾರ ಸಾಗರವ ಮೆಟ್ಟು,
ಭಕ್ತಿ ಎಂಬ ಸಿಹಿಯೊಂದ, ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ಉಪಕರಿಸಿ,
ಸಲ್ಲಿಸಲು ತಂದಿರುವೆ ಬೆಂದ ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ,
ಒಲ್ಲೆ ಎನ ಬೇಡ ಬಳಲುತಿರುವೆ ನಾನ್ನಿಲ್ಲಿ
ಕರೆದೊಯ್ಯಿ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ನಿನ್ನ ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ




ಶಪಿಸಲಾಗದು ಯಾರನ್ನು ಮುರಳಿ ನಂದನದಲ್ಲಿ
ಬಯಸಲಾಗದು ಎನನ್ನು ನಿನ್ನ ಸನಿಹದಲ್ಲಿ
ತಬ್ಬಿ ಕೇಳುವೆ ಇರಲಾರೆ ನಾನಿಲ್ಲಿ
ಕರೆದೊಯ್ಯಿ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ನಿನ್ನ ಜೊತೆ ವನಮಾಲಿ





Wednesday, April 20, 2011

2012...Awaited



My 2 yr old sister’s daughter screamed and ran up and down the hall restlessly! My sister picked her up and put her on the balcony. The tree stretched her hands offering beautiful white feather like flowers to the little princess. My princess started cheerfully playing with them…



As I laid on my brother’s lap…I slowly felt my vision blur. Soon I caught myself walking in the middle of the woods. It was sunset time. The glittering orange light colored the evening to look like beautiful bride. I felt blessed! All of a sudden the same pretty white feather like flowers started snow on me when I heard a crispy sound of blowing wind. I turned to check. What I saw was something just simply out of this world!!!!!!!!


A beautiful women around 10 feet tall was floating towards me. She looked amazingly pretty. Her hairs laid slightly curled and danced their way till her shoulders. She wore this pure white fairy gown that perfectly complimented her. She had a perfect smile and extremely love and peace filled eyes. As she came close to me I felt too tiny and untidy. Not bothered she leaned to me and whispered…”Child…I am the Goddess of Death! You complete your dreadful journey here. You may want to rest. Come let me guide you home safe and sound.” All I could do was slip into her welcoming hands and let the divine mother lead me thru! And of course I Happily LIVED ever after!


Death can be beautiful too!!!


All I can feel is a deep sense of satisfaction. There is no need for anything! There are no undone jobs…no attachments no worries…just utter peace…the same peace I felt in the eyes of the Goddess! Hmmm I wonder if I shud I look fwd for 2012 ;)


Friday, April 15, 2011

I always ask...SHE never says NO!

I trembled down again

I stumbled through the drain
I left my heart to tread
The unknown fearsome dread


When fate stuck me again
I cried but in vain
Sure it was a blunder
Once lost n found heart’s murder





Learnt to swim before I drowned
I turned to see the world I lost
Dark was with in and out
Failure knocked brutally rout

Shocked to see HER standing right behind me
I grabbed her again and SHE gently cuddled me
“I am watching you baby” as SHE whispered
“You are just a step away grab my hand” SHE offered



How glad was I to see HER smile
Peak of patience and no regret awhile
I grabbed HER tight in pain of depart
That I forced on in a messy start

“U fall when you are learning to walk
There is no fear as long as I am here to Balk (to stop)
Its not failure it’s a step to THERE
Fear not my child u need to dare”

I hope to end this path soon
And reach my destiny in boon
Reach the sky & touch the moon
Back to home safe and soon!



Tuesday, April 12, 2011

ಬಿಟ್ಕೊಟ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟೆ ಕಣ್ರೀ

ಅದೇನೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ ಇವತ್ತು ಈ ಡೈಲಾಗ್ ತುಂಬಾ ನೆನಪಾಗ್ತಿದೆ....





"ನಿಮ್ಮ ಟಚ್ಚು, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಬ್ಯೂಟಿ, ನಿಮ್ಮ voiceu , ನಿಮ್ಮ ನೋಟ, ಈ ಬಿಕನಾಸಿ ಮಳೆ, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಗೆಜ್ಜೆ ಸದ್ದು, ಆ watchu , ಆ ರಸ್ಕಾಲ್ ದೇವದಾಸ್ ಗಂಟೆ ಸದ್ದು ಎಲ್ಲ mix ಆಗಿ ನನ್ life ರೆಪೈರೆ ಮಾಡೋಕೆ ಆಗದೆ ಇರೋ ಗಾಯ ಮಾಡಿದೆ. ನನ್ಗೊತೋಗೊಯಿತು ಕಣ್ರೀ ನೀವ್ ನನಗೆ ಸಿಗಲ್ಲ ಅಂತ. ಬಿಟ್ಕೊಟ್  ಬಿಟ್ಟೆ ಕಣ್ರೀ. ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನ ಪಟೈಸಿ ಲೋಫರ್ ಅನ್ಸ್ಕೊಳೋದಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಒಬ್ಬ descent ಹುಡುಗ ಆಗಿ ಇದ್ಬಿಟ್ರೆ ಸಾಕು ಅನಿಸಬಿಟಿದೆ ಕಣ್ರೀ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಒಂದು ವಿಷ್ಯಾ ತಿಳ್ಕೊಳಿ ನನ್ನಷ್ಟು ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನ ಇಷ್ಟಪಡವ್ನು ಈ ಭೂಮಿ ಮೇಲೆ ಯಾರು ಸಿಗಲ್ಲ ಕಣ್ರೀ"




Thursday, April 7, 2011

ಅಳಿಯಲೆ ನನ್ನನೇ ಓ ನಲ್ಲೆ?




ಮರವೆ ತನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪಿದ ಬಳ್ಳಿಯ ಕಡಿದಂತೆ
ಬಳ್ಳಿ ಬಾಗಿ ಸುಮವ ಒಲ್ಲೆ ಎಂದಂತೆ
ಸುಮವು ತಾನು ನೆನೆದ ಮುತ್ತಿನ ಹನಿಯ ಭಾರವೆಂದಂತೆ
ಹನಿಯು ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಪರಿಮಳವ ಬೇಡವೆಂದಂತೆ

ಕೊಳಲು ರಾಗ ಬೇಡವೆಂದು ದೂರ ನಿಂತಂತೆ
ಮುಂಜಾನೆಯು ಮುನಿದು ಕತ್ತಲಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತಂತೆ
ಹಸಿದ ಮಗುವು ತಾಯಿಯ ಒಲ್ಲೆ ಅಂದೀತೆ?
ನಿನಗೆ ನಾ ಬೇಡವೆಂದು ಮುನಿದರೆ ಹೇಗೆ?
 
 
 
 
ದೀಪವು ನಿನ್ನದೇ ಗಾಳಿಯು ನಿನ್ನದೇ
ಮನವು ನಿನ್ನದೇ ಮುನಿಸು ನಿನ್ನದೇ
ನೆನಪು ನಿನ್ನದೇ ನುಡಿದ ಪದಗಳು ನಿನ್ನದೇ
ಅಳುವು ನಿನ್ನದೇ ಅಳಿಸುವುದು ಹೇಗೆ ನಿನ್ನನೆ? ಅಳಿಯಲೆ ನನ್ನನೇ?

 - ಗುಬಚ್ಚಿ

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I Let Go...

My Heart feels heavy to see you with someone else...
but my Heart would break to see you wait for me....

I let go!
So i hold my heart tight and bid u farewell my Love...
Just to see the long lost Smile back on your face, that i used to see everytime you tenderly and assuring held my hand!!!!

MCKS Basic Pranic Healing Workshop: 2-3 April

Pranic Healing an Alternate Therapy brings a special technique to heal you and your loved ones and relieve from your long lasting sufferings.


No Cuts, No operations, no tablets, not even an injection and most of all absolutely no side effects!!
You can do all this yourself!! Sounds interesting???

Things you can expect to learn in the Level 1 Pranic Healing.


�Respiratory system, e.g., asthma

�Circulatory system, e.g., heart ailments


�Gastrointestinal system, e.g., irritable bowel


�Musculoskeletal system, e.g., arthritis and back pain


�Reproductive system,


�Other Healing: Fever, Migraine, BP etc�


�Self Healing


�Pranic Breathing


�Distant Healing


�Scanning


Meditation on Twin Hearts






It�s a Great pleasure to announce �GMCKS�s Basic Pranic Healing Workshop� Please note the details as mentioned below.






Date:                      2nd & 3rd April 2011
Timings:                9:00 AM to 5:30 PM (lunch and Tea will be provided)
Venue:                   Central Silk Board Staff Quaters Community Hall
Discounted Fee:  Rs. 2000/-  Rs1750/-




Call to Register : 9986427429


Monday, March 14, 2011

Won a Award for this on Women's Day :)

Women I Owe My Life To:


God couldn’t reach everyone….so he sent out his Angel and called them MOM!


Lady with the Essence of an Entire Ocean in her Eyes!
Love of entire Era in her Heart!
One & only one who makes me the princess of her world!


- Ashu

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Yeh Dosti ;)

Bday alarm goes trrrrrrrrriiinggg! You take a glance at the time with your eyes half open, that makes ur face swell up to double the size! Then you realize ohh! Its dude’s bday! You call the frd at 12 in the night and say “hey wish you many many happy returns of the day buddy”….ur frd “thx man! Cant believe you actually remembered n kept awake to wish me”

yayyyksss!

Ahhh….errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr………that almost sounds like a scene from most of our lives! But here is something different…..

As I picked up some lame reason to call my brother & as we always do we spoke abt all the non sense in the world to kill time….
trust me they were utterly non sense and we had no clue why we were killing time @ 11:30 PM!! (No jaw drops pls)! rightly said 11:30 in the night my brother & I were busy forcing words in between our yawns…finally when we were sure there was nothing more to discuss the topic He found was Farm Vile in his FB!! I banged my head n promised to insert a bugs bunny into his farm the next time he spoke abt his so called “hard earned pumpkins”.


ooouucchhh! serves me rt!

Well moving on it was almost 11:40…when I resoundingly reminded him of his Chaddi Dost’s bday…who happens to be my best buddy too. I jumped up n screamed….”heyyyyyy 20 mins to go for Dude's bday! Don’t u think we should call him?”

I continued….(Interrupting Interpretation: as a honest confession I stand perfectly true by the words that women are born speakers…I find it difficult to insert commas where full stops are required….on the other hand my bro somehow manages to insert long pauses where commas are required. Patience runs in his blood & I have successfully tamed him to be a good listener (he has no choice). Yes ladies this man actually listens!! He proves it by repeating what u said when u doubt he is not….I know that’s really rare of a kind!!!)


Continuing “bhaiyaa…Dude strictly warned me not to disturb his sleep”


Bro…..”…”

I: “but who cares….lets call”

Bro: “….”

I: “ru calling or shall I call?”

Bro: “….”


I: wait I will call

Bro: “….”

I: oh! Its 11:40! I think u should call….it wont look nice a gal calling so late…hai na?

Bro: (wanted to say shut up shut up shut up just SHUT UP! But said…) “…..”

I: ok u call…ab soch kya raha hai…call karna…conference daal.

Bro: (finally) “ufff...OK”


11:40 the Chaddi Dost picked the call and said “hmmmmm?? “

Bro: “…”

I: “heyyyy wake up ur on con call…”

Bro: “Happy birthday to you….hap…”

I: Bhaiyaa wait it’s not 12 yet!....



Hehe I am sure you got the exact gist of the conversation and all ur (Esply Lady's) sweet empathies will be conveyed to my bro!! And so we went on to wake up the bday boy at wee hours to wish him…


Chaddi Dost: Hey guyssss! so nice to hear from u....!!! wowwww!
 
errrrrrrrrr....error again...
 
CD (Chaddi Dost): What the hell! ru guys human or devils? dont u get some sleep?
I: Bro he is talking to u
Bro: "......"
CD: and you too miss! i told u guys not to wake me...wat crap did i achieve by moving one yr closer to my grave...i dont think i need wishes for that...
 
uhhh! yes at times he manages to shut my mouth!
 
 
Celebrations....To Be Continued

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Treasure of Distress

The treasure of distress; in the haunt of my bosom




There was pleasure in fighting

In forgiving in chasing

And when all ended, no pause no comma

It was no fake but just a sheer drama



With no trace left behind but only cold memory

Heavy was the charge on my hearts treasury

Ridiculously painful was the teasing story

Once which happened to be my golden glory



Touched no where it deeply sank into me

Clutched no where it was aggressively free

Haunted my thoughts and encouraged me to flee

To no where I knew but on top of the magical tree
 
 
Old and gigantic and stretched till sky


Wide and open were desires high

Dropped me down at good spree

Here I laid death to feed on free