Tale of the Gosseberry

Gooseberry.. hmmm.. reminds me of soooo mmaanny incidents from my childhood. Well.. long time I remembered those incidents.. I have a biiiggggg smile on my face as I write this story of my past. ;)

Prologue :
“Niveditha this is not expected from you!! YOU!?? How could YOU do this??” Shubha 'maatrushree' was speaking to me, looking into my eyes, disappointed. I had disappointed her. Well, atleast the situation around seemed that way.
“maatrushree... I .. “ I wanted to say I didnt do it. But then changed my mind and said..”I am sorry”
She was very disappointed. She left giving me a punishment to clean the “Go-shala” for the whole next week. I couldnt help. My friends, who seemed to be my enimies to me then were trying hard to stop their laughs. I looked at them with “Look-what-have- you- go- me-into” expression in my eyes and left to my vasati - dormetory.


I studied in a residential school. Its actually unfair to call it a 'SCHOOL'. It was a GURUKULA.
Shubham karoti- maitreyee gurukula in bangalore.Well its still a GURUKULA, in a way that we were taught sanskrit, bhagvadgeeta, vedas, and so many related things. We did yoga, pooja, bhajans, praatah-smarana. We celebrated all the festivals together. We were tought about living with value system.Our lifestyle there depicted the same. Btw it was only girls there. We used to call all the lady teachers as 'Maatrushree', who used to stay with us, and took care like mothers. So the name maatrushree. And all the men teachers as 'Acharya'. Ours was the 3rd batch since the gurukula was started and I was in 7th standard, 'Prajna gana' they called it.
OK ok.. let me not bug you more with my school stuff!! but without this background the story doesnt make sense. So, When I told you about that value system and stuff, one of the values we fallowed STRICTLY was 'Never to pluck any fruit or anything ALONE. Always SHARE AND EAT”. So we were SUPPOSED to never pluck any fruits that were there in the garden, like we had 'anjoor', pomegranate, guava, coconut, papaya, banana, chikku many more and GOOSBERRY ofcourse.
If it was a season or many fruits in the garden, were ASKED to pick them and give it to the kitchen. They would cook something out of it and give it to all.
SO now you can guess what must have happened. Right?? No??
Hmm.. So, in my batch we were only 12 of us and we all were pretty close. Some of them were really naughty. REALLY naughty. Not me!! I was those 'Teachers - favorite' type of student. My friends always picked up the fruits, hide them and ate without our matrushrees getting to know. Gossberriers were all time favorite. They would grab some salt from the kitchen after lunch. Hide it and keep in their bags. In the breaks, or early mornings when no matrushrees will be there around, they would pick big big bunches and hide it in their bags. Eat it every time they wanted. But I.. Not one of them. Not did I ever picked the gooseberry or for the matter any fruits or I stole salt. You see, I was one of those who got things done, WITHOUT doing it myself ;) :P.
I was never till caught while STEALING fruits from trees. But, this was an exception.That day, we had just finished our class. We thought, there were no other classes going on.(Well.. thats what we thought)
My friend vishala, had climbed the gooseberry – to be specific 'rajanelli' tree. It was very bigg and strong. Usually rajanelli trees are not that bigg on which you can climb. But, this one was. I usually would never be in the places of CRIME ( ;) ). but, that day was an exception. I, along with all of my classmates was standing outside and instructing vishala where to look for the bunch of rajanellikaayi.And, then there was this bigg sound. Dhaaabbbb, churu churu... chiri.. dubu dubudubu..
Vishala had fallen!!! he he he.. she had fallen off the tree. We had the goosberry bunches full in our hands. And to our bad luck, there was shubha maatrushree(one of the very STRICT matrushrees) teaching in the nearby kuteera(class room in between these fruit garden made up of tile roofs which resembled the old age kuteeras).
She, along with our juniors came out to see what was the sound. And there vishala was, fallen from the tree, my friends had thrown away the goosberries they had picked. I hadnt. And then, I was caught. And given a punishment to clean the cow shed for the whole week. He he he... can never forget that incident.

After Shobha maatrushree left giving me that punishment, all my friends went to her and told her what actually happened and they also have equal participation in that SINFULL act of stealing goosberries from the tree. So we all shared the same punishment. :) We together clean the cow shed for a week which was worth the punishment he he he :)
Every time I see goosberry I remember this and vishala. Hmmm... long time, didnt meet any of my classmates from school. All busy in their own lives. How strange the world could be more??? No time to meet up people you spend almost your entire childhood with. And there I leave a deep breath. :)
Miss them all. Miss my partners in CRIME and GOOD DEEDS. :)
P.S : This is written specially for the competition

ನೋಡುತ ನಿಲ್ಲಬೇಕೆನಿಸುವ ಆಕಾಶ,

ಅತ್ತಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಎತ್ತಲೋ ನಡೆಯಬೇಕೆನಿಸುವ ದಾರಿ

ಬ್ರಹ್ಮಾಂಡ ದೂರದ ತಾರೆ,

ಕೈಯೆತ್ತಿ ಸವರಬೇಕೆನಿಸುವ ಮನಸ್ಸು

ಆಹ್!! ಯಾಕಿಷ್ಟು ಅಂತರ??


ಕೇಳಬಯಸುವ ಆ ಕವಿಯ ಕವಿತೆ,

ಶಬ್ದಗಳು ಸ್ಪಷ್ಟವೆನಿಸಿದರೂ

ಅಶ್ಪಷ್ಟ ಸಾಲುಗಳು.

ದಿನ ನಿತ್ಯ ಗುನುಗುನಿಸಿದರೂ

ಆಹ್!! ಯಾಕಿಷ್ಟು ಅಪರಿಚಿತ??

ಹರಿವ ನದಿಯದೊಂದು ದಾರಿ

ಪಯಣಿಗ ನಿನಗೆ, ಅದೆಲ್ಲ ಬೇಕೆ??

ತೃಷೆಯಾದಷ್ಟು ನೀರು ಬೊಗಸೆ

ತುಂಬಾ ತುಂಬಿಸುವ ಬಯಕೆಯಷ್ಟೇ!!!

ಎಲ್ಲ ಮರೆತು ಹೊರಟರೂ

ಆಹ್!! ಯಾಕಿಷ್ಟು ಅಗಾಧ??

94.3....Radio Oneeee

Travelling has become part of my life, I mean most of all of our lives..isnt it? Every morning I wake up, get ready and zoooommm.... I travel !! Travelling by Vovlo is very comfortable (If I get a place to sit) compared to any other bus. The 1st time I traveled by volvo, I was impressed by the Radio they play. Since then, I have become a radio fan!!! Particularly 94.3 RadioOneeeeeeeeeee.. he he he.. as I am writing it, I hear them sing, 94.3 RadioOneeeeeeee... :)

Now, Listening to Prithvi is a treat. His sense of humor is really great. It makes me laugh in the bus.. the way sometimes he comes up with kannada meaning to hindi/english words.. he he he.. cant stop laughing. And sometimes when he flirts with girls... ooooo...

And about Anjaan.. he is a sweetheart. He becomes so cute when he tries to speak in Hindi, he he he. He sometimes imposes a humor in such a simple thing, its really admirable.

The ear plugs are right in my ears till Prithvi and Anjaan are on air. Sometimes I change the station if I get irritated by the adds. Ahhhh!!! btw those adds have also become our topic of talk. We friends who listen to radio regularly keep commenting on the adds, or we mock them up, they invariably become part of our humor. There are times when others who wont listen to radio, can not understand our jokes. He he he!!!
I so many times get disappointed when someone comes for a code review, or with a doubt, or my manager calls up a meeting.. say anything that separates me from listening to Radio.
Listening to them has become like a religion to me.

Well, you wont believe, I have sent SMSs giving answers to the questions they ask. I desperately want them to pick me up, but that never has happened till date. I feel so sad :(
I have a secret wish, I want to go on Radio once!!
When Prithvi calls up someone for 'Birthday Bakra' , or to fool someone, I secretly wish that my friends should give him my reference.Or, he should pick me up as a winner of that 'play your music day'. Or, I should be put up on air to ask what happened in my life in last 24 hours(not that something bigggg can happen, but just!!!)

Hmmm... Dreams, Dreams... so many times I send the reply to the contests, not once they pick me up or even mention my name :(

Anyways, Its been like almost 3 years I am in Bangalore, and listening to Radio, but never ever felt like seeing them!!! True!! I never wanted to know how Prithvi or anjaan looked like. Never wanted to give a face to my imagination. I loved them for their voice, talks, humor, sensitivity, timeliness.
I was never curious about their looks.

Today my colleague asked me to check out Prithvis photo. I had almost forgotten about it. But then, I remembered it when i put on the earplugs.I had typed "Mj prithvi". I waited for few seconds.. I somehow didnt want to know how he looked. I didnt know if his looks would affect anything.. I didnt want to take a chance. I closed google and started working.

I don't want to know how he looks. I don't even want to meet him. I just want to hear him. I just want to talk to him.Well. Strange Me.. Isnt it???
94.3 radiooneeee..... anjaan on air... byeeeee....


ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ದಿನಗಳಿಂದ ಅದೇನು ಬರಿಯಬೇಕೋ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗ್ತಾ ಇಲ್ಲ.. ಅದೇನೇ ಬರೆದರೂ ಅಪೂರ್ಣ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತಾ ಇದೆ. ಹಾಗೇ ಅಪೂರ್ಣಗೊಂಡ ಒಂದಷ್ಟು ಕವಿತೆಗಳನ್ನ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೀತಾ ಇದ್ದೀನಿ.. ದಯವಿಟ್ಟು ಕ್ಷಮಿಸಬೇಕು!!!

ಕೆರೆಯ ಕೆಂದಾವರೆ ಬೇಕು,
ಬೆಳ್ಳಗಿನ ರೆಕ್ಕೆ ಬೇಕು ಬಾನಾಚೆಗೆ ಹಾರಲು,
ಹಾಲ್ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹರಡಿರುವ ಚುಕ್ಕಿಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಬೇಕು
ನವಿಲಾಗಬೇಕು ಮಳೆಗೆ ನಲಿದಾಡಲು
ಬಿದಿಗೆಯ ಚಂದ್ರ ಬೇಕು
ಮುತ್ತಂಥ ಮಂಜಾಗಬೇಕು ಎಳೆ ಬಿಸಿಲಿಗೆ ಕರಗಲು...

ಕವಿತೆಯ ಮೊದಲು, ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಬರುವ ಮುಗ್ಧ ಮುಗುಳುನಗೆ ನೀನು.
ಮರುಳು ಮುಸ್ಸಂಜೆಗೆ ನಿನ್ನ ಸ್ವಾಗತ.


ಪ್ರೀತಿಗೆ ನೀನೇನು ಕೊಡುವೆ?
ಒಂದು ಮುತ್ತು?
ಗುನುಗುನಿಸಲೊಂದು ಹಾಡು?
ಎರಡು ಸಾಲಿನ ಕವಿತೆ?
ಬೊಗಸೆಯಷ್ಟು ನೆನಪು?
ಅರೆಘಳಿಗೆ ನೆಮ್ಮದಿ?
ಗಾಳಿ ಸುಯ್ ಗುಟ್ಟರೆ, ನಿನ್ನ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಸಪ್ಪಳ
ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ನಿನ್ನ ಪಯಣ?
ನಿಂತಲ್ಲಿ ನೆರಳು,
ಬಣಗುಡುವ ಮೌನ,
ಒದ್ದೆ ಗುರುತಿನ ಕೆನ್ನ,
ಬರಿದಾದ ಹಾಳೆ..
ಪ್ರೀತಿಗೇನು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೊರಟೆ???

The Wanderer in Me..

Dear Dairy, Its at times like this I feel.. "What happened??"," It is wrong to change yourself for the ones you love?, Is it that difficult to change your habits, your likes and dislikes for someone you know that he/she loves you a LOT??","Itsn't it OK to compromise a bit here and there with almost everything for what you call 'LOVE'??
And almost simultaneously, I hear another thought in my head, and I remember a message I had got a long years ago,
"He who accepts you the way you are, is your true love"
"TRUE LOVE?? Hell.. does that even exist??" reminds my other mind.
You know, when I had started listening to the westen music, Glen was one of my favourites.I still love when he sings, "Nothing's gonna change my love for you.."
I remember a line from that song..
"You don't have to change a thing..
I love you just the way you are.."

And both these parties in my head arguing, one which says,
"you cannot have LOVE without compromises"
And the other which constantly repeats...
"True love doesnt expect you to change"
And now.. its my turn to decide, which side to choose..
I anyways believe, "TRUE LOVE DOESN'T EXIST", So i decide to live with the compromises. However, some questions in my head stand like a dangling pointer with no answers attached to it..
Why did I become so dependent?? Why do I need someone's message to wake me up in the morning and say "Good morning, honey..",
Why did that one SOMEONE's opinion counts so much that i dont even consider my own opinion and I compromise? ofcourse sometimes willingly and some other times unwillingly..anyways.. the result ends up for a compromise.. why??
You know, when we friends catch up,and they ask..
"What is that you miss the most about your spinster times??",
The answer instantly pops up my head,
"FREEDOM, Freedom of wearing anything, anytime, anywhere... Freedom to watch my type of movies, Freedom to eat what I love to eat.. Its FREEDOM I miss the most.." However I dont say this infront of them.
I simply give my best of smiles and say..
"Nothing"!!!!ow, what a beautiful way to defend your spouse!!!
I try to convince myself, I succeed too. I convinced myself for a relationship. I convinced myself for a marriage. I have convinced myself that I can make a good wife, but what about the WANDERER in me?? Tears swell up my eyes as I can hear my INSIDE gives me the answer to the question..
I almost have no option left, isn't it??
Why is it that I am never statisfed??
why is it that I can never stop at a thing??
For now, I have to hide the WANDERER in me and hope to never let it out.
Anyways.. thats it for now..
Good night dairy.

Disclaimer : This is my imaginary work piece.

ನೀನಿಲ್ಲದ ಊರಲ್ಲಿ - 4

I am so much in love with Bangalore.
ಸಂಜೆಗೊಂದು ಟಪ ಟಪ ಉದುರೋ ಮಳೆ, ಮಳೆಗಿರುವ ಗಂಧ, ಅದರ ಜೊತೆಗೇ ತೆಲಿ ಬರುವ ನೆನಪುಗಳು..
ನೆನಪಿದೆಯ ನಿನಗೆ, ನಾವಿಬ್ರು ಆವತ್ತು ಆಂಜನೆಯ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದ ಹಿಂದಿನ ರಸ್ತೆಯಿಂದ ಅಲ್ಲಿರೋ ಗುಡ್ಡಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋದಿದ್ದು?? ಮೆಳೆಗೂ ಮೊದಲು ಗಾಳಿ ಇರತ್ತಲ್ಲಾ, ಆ ಥರದ ವಾತಾವರಣ.ಹ್ಮ್ಮ್ಮ್... ಇವತ್ತಿನ ಗಾಳಿಗೂ ಅದೇ ಪರಿಮಳ..
ನಿನ್ನ ಬೈಕ್ ಮೇಲೆ , ನಿನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗೋ ಸುಖ. ಘಳಿಗೆಗೊಮ್ಮೆ ನಿನ್ನ ಭುಜಕ್ಕೆ ಮೆತ್ತನೆಯ ಮುತ್ತು. ನೀನು ನಿನ್ನ rear mirrorನಿಂದ ನನ್ನ ನೋಡಿದಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲ, ಅದೇನೋ ಒಂದು ನಾಚಿಕೆ.
ಆ ಬೆಟ್ಟವಾದ್ರೂ ಎಷ್ಟು ಚಂದ ಇತ್ತು ಅಲ್ವಾ?? ಆಗ ತಾನೆ ಮುಳುಗಿದ ಸೂರ್ಯನ ನೆರಳನ್ನ ಹಿಡಿಯೋ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನದಲ್ಲಿ ಆಕಾಶ, ಕೆಂಪು ಅಲ್ಲಾ, ಗುಲಾಬಿಯೂ ಅಲ್ಲದ ಬಣ್ನಕ್ಕೆ ತಿರುಗಿತ್ತು. ನಿನ್ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ, ಕೈಯ ಬೆಸೆದು, ಬೆರಳುಗಳ ಸರಪಳಿ ಮಾಡಿ ನಡೆಯುವುದೇ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ನಂಗೆ. ಅಂತೂ ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ತುದಿ ಹೋಗಿ ತಲುಪಿದಾಗ ಸಣ್ಣ ಸಣ್ಣ ಮಳೆಯ ಹನಿ ನಮ್ಮಿಬ್ಬರ ಕೆನ್ನೆ ಮೆಲೆ ಉದಿರಿದ್ದು..
ಅಹ್ ನಿನ್ ಜೊತೆ ಕಳೆದ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಸಂಜೆಗೂ ಒಂದೊಂದು ಕಥೆ ಇದೆ..
ಈಗ ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡ್ತೀನಿ, ನಮ್ಮಿಬ್ಬರ ನಡುವೆ ನಡೆದಿದ್ದೆಲ್ಲ ಕನಸಾ?? ನನ್ನ ಕಲ್ಪನೆಯಾ??
ಅದೇನೇ ಆದರೂ ನೀನು ನನಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು ತುಂಬಾ ಸುಂದರ ನೆನಪುಗಳನ್ನ. ಕಣ್ ಮುಚ್ಚಿದರೆ ತನ್ ತಾನೇ ಅರಳೋ ಮುಗುಳು ನಗೆಯನ್ನ..
ನೀನಿಲ್ಲದ ಊರನ್ನೂ ಇಷ್ಟ ಪಡೋ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಮನಸನ್ನ.
ನೀನು ನನಗೆ ಈ ಮಳೆ ಥರ.. ನೆನಪು ಬಂದಾಗ ಮಾತ್ರ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಒದ್ದೆ, ಒದ್ದೆ.

P.S : Part-1

Part -2
Part -3

ತೇಲಿ ಸಾಗುವ ಮುಗಿಲು...

ಹಳೆಯ dairy ಒಂದು ಮೊನ್ನೆ ಮನೆ cleanಮಾಡುವಾಗ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿತು. ಹಿಂದಿನದೆಲ್ಲ ಒಂದೊಂದಾಗಿ ಒಂದೋ ಮನಸ್ಸಾಯಿತು.
ತುಂಬಾ ವರ್ಷವೇನಾಗಿಲ್ಲ ಅದನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಬರೆದು. ಒಂದು 5-6 ವರ್ಷವಾಗಿರಬಹುದು. ಆದ್ರೂ ಯಾವುದೋ ಜನ್ಮದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದಂತೆ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತಿತ್ತು.ಎಷ್ಟು ಬದಲಾಗಿಬಿಟ್ಟಿದೀನಿ ನಾನು. ಆ dairyಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದ ಸನ್ನಿವೇಶಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದಿದ್ದು ನಾನೇನಾ ಅನ್ನಿಸುವಷ್ಟು ದ್ವಂದ್ವ..

April 28 2010:
Hey Dairy,
ಇವತ್ತು ನಾನೊಬ್ಬನನ್ನ ಭೇಟಿಯಾದೆ.Well.. ಅವನಲ್ಲಿ ಅಷ್ಟೇನೂ speciality ಇಲ್ಲ.. ಆದ್ರೆ ಅವನ ಹೆಸರು ಮಾತ್ರ ತುಂಬಾ ಚನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ. ತುಂಬಾ ನಾಚಿಗೆ ಸ್ವಭಾವದವನು. ತುಂಬಾ ಕಡಿಮೆ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತಾನೆ. ನಾನು ಹೊಸೊಬ್ಬಳು ಅಂತಾ ಆಗಿರಬಹುದು...

ನಂತರದ ದಿನಗಳು ನನ್ನ ಕಣ್ ಮುಂದೆ ಹಾಸಿಹೋದವು.. you know flashbackಥರಾ..
ಅವನು ನನ್ನ propose ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು, ನಾನು reject ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು.. ಮತ್ತೆ ಅವನು ನನ್ನ ಮದುವೆಗೆ propose
ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು.. ನನ್ನ ಗೊಂದಲ.. ಅದೇ ಸಮಯಕ್ಕೆ ನಮ್ಮಿಬ್ಬರನ್ನು client siteಗೆ ಕಳಿಸಿದ್ದು..
ಉಫ್!!! ಅವನ ಶರೀರದ ಕಂಪು ನನಗಿನ್ನೂ ನೆನಪಿದ್ದಿದ್ದಿ ನನಗೇ ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯ.. ಇಷ್ಟು ವರ್ಷಗಳ ನಂತರವೂ ನನಗೆ ಆ ರಾತ್ರಿಯ ನೆನಪು ಎಷ್ಟು ಚನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ..

ಸಂಜೆ client officeನಿಂದ ನಾವಿಬ್ಬರೂ ಬೀಚ್ ಗೆ ಹೋಗಿದ್ವಿ.ತಂಪು ಗಾಳಿ, ಅಲೆಗಳು, ರಾತ್ರಿರಾಣಿಯ ಪರಿಮಳ ಗಾಳಿಯ ಉಪ್ಪನ್ನೂ ಮೀರಿಸುವಂತಿತ್ತು.. ಯಾವಾಗ ನಾವಿಬ್ಬರು ಬೆರಳೊಡನೆ ಬೆರಳ ಬೆರೆಸಿದೆವೋ ಗೊತ್ತೇ ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲ.. ನಮ್ಮಿಬ್ಬರ ನೆರಳು ಸಂಜೆಯ ಕೆಂಪು ಹರಡಿದ ಮರಳಿಗೆ ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಿಡಿಸಿದಂತೆ ಹರಡಿತ್ತು.ಮೊದಲು ಅಂಗೈಯಷ್ಟೆ ಬೆಸೆದಿತ್ತು, ನೋಡ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದಂತೇ ಅವನ ಕೈಯ್ಯ ತುಂಬಾ ನನ್ನ ಕೈ.. ಮರದ ಕೊಂಬೆಗೆ ಬಳ್ಳಿ ಹರಡಿದಂತೆ.. ಅವನೆದೆಗೊರಗಿಕೊಂಡೆ. ಅವನೇ ದೂರ ಸರಿದಿದ್ದ. ನಾನು realityಗೆ ಬಂದಿದ್ದೆ. ಒಂದು ಥರದ embarassment ನನ್ನ ಕಾಡಿಸಲಿಕ್ಕೆಶುರು ಮಾಡಿತ್ತು.
ವಾಪಸ್ hotelಗೆ ಬಂದಿದ್ವಿ. ನನ್ನ roomನ lock open ಆಗ್ತಾ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅವನಿಗೆ callಮಾಡಿ ಕರೆದಿದ್ದೆ. ಅವನು ಬಂದು ನನ್ನ room lock ತೆಗೆದಾಗ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸಲ್ಲಿ ಏನೋ ಗೊಂದಲ. I invited him inside. ಕಿಟಕಿ ತೆರೆದಿತ್ತು.. ತಂಪು ಗಾಳಿ.. ಯಾಕೋ ನಮ್ಮಿಬ್ಬರ ನಡುವಿನ ಮೌನ ಮುರಿಯುವಂತೆ ಕಾಣಲಿಲ್ಲ.. TV on ಮಾಡಿದೆ. ಗಾಳಿಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಕೂದಲೆಳೆಗಳು ಹಾರಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು.. ಅದೇನಾಯಿತೋ ಏನೋ.. ನಾನು ಅವನೆದೆಗೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಒರಗಿಕೊಂಡೆ. ಅವನು ದೂರ ಸರಿಯಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ.. ನನ್ನ ಹಣೆಗೆ ಮೆತ್ತನೆಯ ಮುತ್ತು ಕೊಟ್ಟ.. ಕಣ್ಣೆತ್ತಿ ಅವನ ನೋಡಿದೆ.. ಅವನು ಕಣ್ಣ ಸರಿಸಿಕೊಡ. ನಾನು ಅವನೆದೆಗೆ ಮುತ್ತು ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೆ... ನನ್ನೆದೆಯ ಗೊಂದಲಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಆ ಕ್ಷಣಕ್ಕೆ ಮಾಯ. ಬೆಳಗಿನವರೆಗೂ ಅವನೆದೆಗೆ ಒರಗಿ ಮಲಗಿದ್ದೆ. ನಾನೇಳುವಾಗ ಅವನು ನನ್ನ ಕೂದಲುಗಳನ್ನ ನೇವರಿಸುತ್ತಾ..
"Good morning" ಅಂದಿದ್ದ.
ನಾನು ನಕ್ಕು. "very good morning" ಅಂದಿದ್ದೆ..

ಹ್ಮ್.. 5 ವರ್ಷಗಳಾಯ್ತು.. ನಮಗೀಗ ಒಂದು ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮಗು..
Well.. ಜೀವನದ ಪ್ರತಿ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೋ ನಾವಿಬ್ಬರೂ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗಿದ್ವಿ.. ಈ dairyಗೆ Thanks.. Dairy ಸಿಕ್ಕಂತೆ, ಮತ್ತೆ ನನಗೆ ನಾವಿಬ್ಬರೂ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದರೆ.. ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ.. ಈ gap ಕಡಿಮೆ ಆಗುತ್ತೋ ಇಲ್ಲವೋ.. ಆದ್ರೆ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಮಾಡುವ ಮನಸ್ಸಿದೆ..

"ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಹುಡುಕಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ..
ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲೇ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆವೆ,
ಕೈಯಲಿ ಕೈಯ ಹಿಡಿದಿಕೋಂಡಿದ್ದೇವೆ,
ಕಣ್ಣೋಟಗಳು ಬೇರೆ ಬೇರೆ ದಿಕ್ಕು.
ನಡುವೆಲ್ಲೋ ಕವಿದಿದೆ ಮುಸುಕು..
ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಹುಡುಕಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ??
ಜೊತೆಯಲೇ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗಿದ್ದೇವೆ.."

ನನ್ನ ನಾನು ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ...

ಬಿದಿಗೆಯ ಸಂಜೆ
ಕೆಂಪು ಬಾನಾಚೆಯ ಚಂದ್ರ
ದ್ರಿಷ್ಟಿಗಿಟ್ಟಂತೆ ಹೊಳೆವ ಚುಕ್ಕಿ.
ಗಾಳಿಗೆದರಿದ ಸಂಜೆ ಧೂಳು
ನೆನಪ ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಹಜ್ಜೆಗೆ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯ ಜೊತೆ
ಉಸಿರು ಉಸಿರೂ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗಿನ ಹೊಗೆ
ಬೀಸು ಗಾಳಿಗೆ ಚೆಲ್ಲುವ ಕನಸು ನೂರು
ಕಳೆದು-ಹೋಗಲೇ ಹೊರಟ ಪಯಣ
ಕಳೆದು ಹೋದರೆ ಹುಡುಕ ಬೇಡಿ..
ಸಿಕ್ಕರೆ ಗುರುತಿಸಬೇಡಿ
ನನ್ನ ನಾನು ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ..

ಅದಾವಾಗಲೋ ಬರೆದ ಸಾಲುಗಳು.. ನನಗೋ ನೆನಪಿಲ್ಲ.. ಆದರೆ ಇವತ್ತು ಈ ಕವಿತೆಯ ಭಾವನೆ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮೂಡಿದೆ. ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗಬೇಕು ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತಿದೆ. ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷಕ್ಕೆ ಹೊಸದೇನು wish ಮಾಡಲಿ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗ್ತಾ ಇಲ್ಲ.. ಹಿಂದನ ವರ್ಷದ್ದೆ ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ಬಾಕಿಯಿದೆ..
ಈಗಾಗಲೇ ತುಂಬಾ ಮಾಡೋದಿದೆ.. ಕನಸು ಕಾಣೋದಕ್ಕೆ ಸಮಯ ಎಲ್ಲಿ??
Anyways.. Happy new year.. All the best.