tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195881832024-03-13T20:14:40.785+05:30ಕೇಳೆನ್ನ ಮನದನ್ನೆ..ನೆನಪುಗಳೇ ಮಧುರ, ಅದು ನಿನ್ನೆ ಸಾಕಾರಗೊಂಡ ನಾಳೆಯ ಕನಸುಗಳು. ಕಾಲಗರ್ಭದಲ್ಲಿ ಹುದುಗಿಹೋದ ಅಮರ-ಮಧುರ ನೆನಪುಗಳು. ಅದ ನಿಮ್ಮೊಡನೆ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲೆಂದೇ ಈ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ.
Memories are sweet, they are the realities of tomorrows dreams, this is a place where I try to share those few sweet things of past with you, and may be some dreams and imaginations..Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-18330928919361967162011-06-17T23:34:00.001+05:302011-06-18T16:07:20.832+05:30ಮರಳಿ ಮಣ್ಣಿಗೆ - ಶಿವರಾಮ ಕಾರಂತ<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">ಮರಳಿ ಮಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಲೋಕಕ್ಕೆ ಒಂದು ಅಧ್ಬುತ ಕೊಡುಗೆ. ಶಿವರಾಮ ಕಾರಂತರಿಗೆ ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರು ಸರಿಸಾಟಿಯಿಲ್ಲ. ಇದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಶಿವರಾಮ ಕಾರಂತರೆ ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ಹೀಗೆ ಹೇಳುತ್ತಾರೆ “ನನ್ನ ಊರಿನ ಬಡತನದ ಬಾಳ್ವೆಯೆ ಕತೆಯ ವಸ್ತುವಾಗಿದೆ. ಈ ಬಾಳ್ವೆಯ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಮೂರು ತರೆಮಾರುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಗೆ ಪ್ರತ್ಯುತ್ತರಗೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತದೆ ಎಂಬುದು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಚಿತ್ರಿಸಲ್ಪಟ್ಟಿದೆ. ೧೮೫೦ ರಿಂದ ೧೯೪೦ರ ನಡುವಿನ ಸುಮಾರು ೧೦೦ ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಅವಧಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕರಾವಳಿ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದ ಒಂದು ಹಳ್ಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೆಡೆದ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗಳನ್ನೂ, ಆ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಕಾರಣವಾದ ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಪ್ರಕ್ರಿಯೆಗಳನ್ನೂ, ಬ್ರಾಹ್ಮಣ ಕುಟುಂಬವೊಂದರ ಚೌಕಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಕಾದಂಬರಿ ತುಂಬ ತಾಳ್ಮೆಯಿಂದ ಚರ್ಚಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.</span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdHvP5-naHg/TfuXDESJd4I/AAAAAAAAHAE/hbE4lAZ-9bw/s1600/Marali_Mannige.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdHvP5-naHg/TfuXDESJd4I/AAAAAAAAHAE/hbE4lAZ-9bw/s320/Marali_Mannige.jpg" width="205" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ಇದು ಮೊದಲ ಬಾರಿಗೆ ಅಚ್ಚಾಗಿದ್ದು, ೧೯೪೨ರಲ್ಲಿ. ನಾನು ಓದಿದ ಪ್ರತಿ, ಸಪ್ನಾ ದವರು ೨೦೦೭ ರಲ್ಲಿ ಮುದ್ರಿಸಿದ್ದು. ಕಾದಂಬರಿ ಮೊದಲೊಮ್ಮೆ ಕಾಲೇಜಿನ ಲೈಬ್ರರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಓದಿದ್ದೆ, ಆದರೆ ಏನೊ ಕಾರಣಾಂತರದಿಂದ ಮುಂದೆ ಓದಲಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಈ ಸಲ ಸಹ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಂದಿಟ್ಟು ಎರಡು ಮೂರು ವರ್ಷಕ್ಕೂ ಮಿಕ್ಕಿರಬಹುದು. ಕಾದಂಬರಿ ಒಂದೆರಡು ಬಾರಿ ವಿದೇಶಗಳಿಗೂ ಹೋಗಿ ಬಂದಿದೆ. ನನಗೆ ಓದುವ ಸೌಭಾಗ್ಯ ಬಂದಿದ್ದು ಇತ್ತೀಚಿಗೆ. </span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ಕಾದಂಬರಿ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ನಿಧಾನವಾಗಿ ಸಾಗಿದರೂ ಎಲ್ಲೂ ಓದುವ ಆಸಕ್ತಿ ಕಡಿಮೆಯಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ, ಅದು ಶಿವರಾಮ ಕಾರಂತರ ಕತೆ ಹೇಳುವ ಶೈಲಿ. ಕೊದಂಡರಾಮ ಐತಾಳರ ಮಗ ರಾಮ ಐತಾಳರಿಗೆ ಪಾರ್ವತಿಯ ಜೊತೆ ಮಳೆಗಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಮದುವೆ, ಅವರ ಕಾಲದ ನಂತರ ಐತಾಳರು ಪೌರೊಹಿತ್ಯದ ಕೆಲಸ ನೆಡೆಸಿ ಸಂಸಾರ ನೆಡೆಯುತ್ತಿರುತ್ತದೆ. ತಂಗಿ ಸರಸೊತಿಯು ಗಂಡ ತೀರಿದ್ದರಿದ್ದ ಅಣ್ಣನ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲೆ ಇರುತ್ತಾಳೆ. ಈ ನಡುವೆ ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂಬ ಕಾರಣಕ್ಕೆ ಎರಡನೆ ಮದುವೆ ಐತಾಳರಿಗೆ. ಹೀಗೆ ಬಂದ ಸತ್ಯಭಾಮೆಗೆ ಜನಿಸುವ ಮಗ ಲಚ್ಹ. ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಮಗು ಸುಬ್ಬಿ. ಲಚ್ಚನ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಶ್ ವಿದ್ಯಾಬ್ಯಾಸ, ಅವನು ತುಳಿವ ಕೆಟ್ಟ ಹಾದಿ, ಅವನ ಹೆಂಡತಿಯಾಗಿ ಬರುವ ನಾಗವೇಣಿ ಪಟ್ಟ ಪಾಡುಗಳು, ಕಷ್ಟದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಗನನ್ನು ಬೆಳೆಸಿದ ಬಗೆ. ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಒಂದು ಅಳಿಸಲಾರದ ಗುರುತನ್ನ ಮೂಡಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. </span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ಇದು ಮೂರು ತಲೆಮಾರುಗಳ ಜೀವನ ಚರಿತ್ರೆ, ದು:ಖವೇ ಜಾಸ್ತಿಯಾಗಿ ತುಂಬಿದೆ. ಕಾರಂತರ ಕೋಟ ಕನ್ನಡದ ಲೇಪ ತುಂಬಾ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ. ಓದುವಾಗ ಓಂದು ಬಗೆಯ ನಂಟು ಬಾಷೆಯಿಂದ ಬೆಳೆಯುತ್ತದೆ. ಅದೆ ಅವರ ಕಾದಂಬರಿಗಳ ವೈಶಿಷ್ಟ್ಯ.</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Droid Sans'; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕಡಲ ತೀರದ ಜನರ ಜೀವನವಿದೆ, ಅವರ ನೋವು ನಲಿವುಗಳಿವೆ, ಆಚಾರ ವಿಚಾರಗಳಿವೆ. ಕನ್ನಡ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಮುಖ್ಯ ಕೃತಿ. ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗನು ಓದಲೇಬೇಕಾದ ಕಾವ್ಯ, ಅದರಿಂದ ತಿಳಿದುಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕಾಗಿರುವುದು ಸಾಕಷ್ಟಿದೆ. ಅವರ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಕಾದಂಬರಿಯನ್ನೆ ಅದ್ಯಯನ ಮಾಡಿ ಅದರಲ್ಲ ಪದವಿ ಪಡೆವಷ್ಟು ವಿಷಯಗಳಿವೆ. ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಕಾಲಕ್ಕೂ ಪ್ರಸ್ತುತವಾಗುವ ವಿಷಯಗಳಿವೆ. </span></div></div></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-84220678170834351102011-02-10T13:58:00.000+05:302011-02-10T13:58:09.152+05:30Malpe Beach and Saint Mary's Trip<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Out of all my trips till now, this was the most un-expected and better enjoyed trips as in comparison to the time spent in planning. It was a lazy Friday morning, I got call from Milan, asking if I could join him in his car, as he is driving alone to native, and he would like to have someone with him while going. I was kind of not sure if I should go, just because it’s so unexpected that I cannot immediately decide on that, I told him, I will call him in the evening to confirm if I am coming. I thought a while, and I had no pending work to do, and I decided that I can go and come back with him; just two days out of time would be a better feeling to get relaxed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I called him, before saying anything, he said, I have the plan cancelled as his mother is not letting him to bring the car, but he was very eager to take the car home. He said, I will inform you beforehand next time, if I am going. Both were fine with me, as it does not matter if I stay here or go on a road trip for no reason. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again in the evening, he called me, and says “Let's go! I have made up my mind, and don’t say no now!”. I was like “Ok, Let’s go then!” But when he said, I will need to come back in Volvo, as he is coming back after a week, I was bit worried, as it is kind of unnecessary headache to go there in car, and then come back in Volvo for no reason. He was just not letting me say no, so I had to say yes! I told him we will start early morning, come to my house at 4.30 AM.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was wondering what I will do when I am there for two days. Anuj was always wanted to visit Mangalore, so if they join we can have a party on the beach in malpe, and next day we could visit Saint Mary's and would be fun. I called Milan and checked if he is OK with two of my friends joining with us, he had absolutely no problem. When I checked with Anuj he said He would love to join but if we have one more person then it would be more fun, so he asked if someone from our gang could join. No one except Rajneesh would dare to join in an unplanned trip like us; others are very lazy to go out on a trip like this. So when I called Rajneesh, he said, he needs to get permission from his wife. Meanwhile Anuj had some work at office, and wanted to go to office on Saturday, He said, he will go now and finish it, so that we can start early morning on Saturday. We wanted to leave early morning as otherwise we would get stuck in traffic and take about 2 hours to cross city limits. After a while I received call from Rajneesh and he was all set to go to the beach.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MGyGJDDFWw/TRTQYCvvdFI/AAAAAAAAFYE/ldVDjigNkJU/s1600/DSC04989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MGyGJDDFWw/TRTQYCvvdFI/AAAAAAAAFYE/ldVDjigNkJU/s320/DSC04989.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Next morning, I got up very early, at 4.00 AM, it was very cold out and wasn’t feeling like getting up from bed, and moreover it was late when I slept, and I had to pack up things for the trip. Best part is I don’t have to drive, that feeling made me breathe easier. I called everyone and woke them up. Milan took a little more time than expected and arrived by 4.45 AM to my house, from there we picked Rajneesh and Anuj who stay close to my house. Rajneesh picked an awesome DJ music which we played all the way until afternoon, and it was awesome, and every one enjoyed it thoroughly. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFKhlKBGdfc/TRTQhL9lyxI/AAAAAAAAFYI/FNXcO6Ba3Uk/s1600/DSC04991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qFKhlKBGdfc/TRTQhL9lyxI/AAAAAAAAFYI/FNXcO6Ba3Uk/s320/DSC04991.JPG" width="320" /></a>Milan was driving at 100+ all the time, and within few hours we were near Hassan for breakfast. I remembered a best hotel near a HP petrol bunk, and we could not find it until Hassan and later went to Kamat’s near Hassan. Later I found that this is also one of the restaurants I had visited before, and the restaurant I was talking about was on Tumkur route and not on this! We had Idli-Wada, and all set to cover the rest of the distance before we take our lunch. Milan opted to go via Charmadi Ghats, so we took that route to explore the beauty of the nature and in fact it was beautiful. There were few bad stretches and some places we found it little difficult to find the route, so somehow I felt we could have taken the best known route via Chikmagalur and Agumbe, but anyways, it was a different experience, and it was little longer, but the speed at which Milan drove on the Ghat made us reach to udupi by 3.30 PM. Charmadi ghat is considered very unsafe, because it is little narrower and people drive little faster because of flat stretches in between. We had almost hit a tempo traveller at one junction. So take your risk when you take this way next time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had not yet had our lunch, not because we did not had good hotels on our way, but Milan insisted he want to have lunch at his house as they would be waiting for him, it was little inconvenient for us, as for him we also stayed hungry, and when we reached Udupi, we first thought of checking into a hotel, and later going to have some lunch or snacks whichever is available, as it’s already 3.30 PM chances of us getting lunch was very less. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We checked with Udupi Residency and we found a shocking news as to some conference of doctors is happening in Manipal and all rooms in their hotel are booked and chances are that the other hotels are also booked. This was a surprise for me, as it was least expected to have rooms booked at this day of the year. I had already called “Paradise Resort” near Malpe and found that except Suites all other rooms are booked for today there too. When I checked with one of my known hotels in Brahmavar, the rooms are not available there too! With this info, we just wanted to try our luck in nearby hotels in Udupi as if we stay in Udupi it would be convenient to go to Malpe and come back. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just in the centre of the city is the Hotel Sidharth, and we found the a/c rooms are available, checked the rooms and found it to be satisfactory, prices were a bit on higher note, but then we just want to get fresh as early as possible, so checked in. Now the plan is to go and have some snacks / lunch and make ourselves comfortable, get bath and go to the beach in the evening before sunset.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We came down and there is a shanti-sagar, and had snacks there. He suggested us to go with “Paper Masala”, a variation of masala dosa which is very huge. It was covering half the table, and we could not finish it, but we are full. Had quick bath, and came out to book the return tickets for tomorrow. I had called my cousin yesterday to book the Volvo for us, but somehow all the buses were full too, and it was a difficult to scene even to get 3 semi sleeper tickets together in one bus, we roamed here and there, called many of the agents i knew and in vein.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finally Rajneesh found a place where he got 3 tickets in a bus called CPC, the agent promised the bus to be new and we took the tickets. We purchased all that is needed on beach and left to beach in auto. It was already late and we were not sure if we could reach before sunset. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To be frank, I was under the impression that the auto people would ask for random fairs to go to Malpe, and it was a pleasant surprise when I heard that it would be on meter from the auto driver in the stand, he said it would be same with every auto person, and you don’t have to worry about it. The meter fair was little more than the Bangalore fair, but then who comes in meter in Bangalore? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The auto fellow started asking about us, from where we had come etc, he cautioned us as to not to stay on the beach for late in the night as recently there had incidents where people were robbed and murdered, but he said it would be safe to be closer to the resort, and may be better to be inside the resort hotel if we want to stay late near the beach. We found his advice useful, but we were not ready to come back early. One of my friends works in Udupi, I called him and asked him if he could join us in the party. He agreed and promised to reach there by 7.30 around in evening. It was indeed a favour for us, as we were not sure about the way to come back to Udupi late in the night. Now that he can drop us back, we were completely relaxed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6G5Xa6LLBu8/TVOgCQ0Y4WI/AAAAAAAAFZo/sdg70Z50j1c/s1600/DSC04997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6G5Xa6LLBu8/TVOgCQ0Y4WI/AAAAAAAAFZo/sdg70Z50j1c/s320/DSC04997.JPG" width="320" /></a>We were all exited, when we got down from the auto it was about 85 bucks, I asked the driver to keep the change, he wasn’t ready. Anuj has given his bag to Raj, and I had kept it in the back. When we got out we left the bag in auto, and no one remembered. Later when we came near beach, Anuj remembered about bag, immediately we ran towards the auto, but then by that time he had left. We don’t know anything about the driver, all we knew that we took auto from Mythri Complex, and when checked with the auto drivers there, they said go back now, and try to give a complaint in the auto stand; you may get your bag. We were totally hopeless. It had Anuj’s Camera, Wallet, my camera and Anuj has enough cash and all his cards on his wallet. If we lose it, the whole trip is ruined. There was an emergency auto, and we took that and left back to Udupi. Not even few meters we had gone, we saw the driver who dropped us walking bag with the bag searching for us. It was a heart touching moment, he had saved our day. We said thanks, and he denied the money we offered. All is well now, and all set for the party, it was already dark a bit, and sun had already set, and we went to the corner of the beach.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As it was already dark, I called Prakhyat again and asked him to come at the earliest; he had already left his place and was on the way. We were sitting right below the moon (^_^) enjoying the cold breeze from the Arabian Sea. As we were warned by the auto driver about the late night dangers in the beach, we were moving closer to the resort every hour. It was one of the memorable evenings on a beach side with friends, after some time Prakhyat joined us, and everyone enjoyed the evening to the most, and it was about 10.30 when we decided to have some dinner.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfSaDahA-Zg/TVOgIZGPTII/AAAAAAAAFZs/INVJhLRxqkk/s1600/DSC05008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfSaDahA-Zg/TVOgIZGPTII/AAAAAAAAFZs/INVJhLRxqkk/s320/DSC05008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We went to the Paradise Isle Resort, the outside restaurant was closed, and to our fortune the other restaurant was open, the crowd was good and decent, and we weren’t sure about the prices as it looked high on stars. We loved the food there; especially the Pomfret fry was awesome. I and Anuj still recall its taste whenever we talk about the trip. It was fun time inside the hotel too, and no one seemed to have bothered with others talk. Prakhyat was named Siddharth after our hotel where we stayed, Anuj still remembers him only by that name (~_~), he dropped us back to hotel.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next day was planned for Saint Mary’s Island. Rajneesh wanted to go to the other beach in Kaup as well; he was talking about getting up early and going there before sun rise. But then I was sure that, if we go there whole of our plan will be screwed as it’s not easy to come back before 11.00 in the morning, and we also need to enjoy in the island and return back to hotel at around 3.30 to check out. The fortunate thing was that the hotel was a 24 hour check out one; otherwise we had to check out before 11 or 12, which makes our life difficult as we need to find a place to take bath after the coming back from island. I went to the in charge person of the hotel and asked him to give little extra time for taking bath as we were not sure of coming back before 3.30, in fact we got up late because of tiredness. He agreed for the same.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We headed to the beach after having breakfast at Shanti Sagar hotel at the basement of that complex; it served us as the food joint for the whole of our trip. It looks like hotel people have got familiar with us. It was already late for the first boat which leaves to Saint Mary’s and they were not giving tickets to the second boat until the first one leaves the shores and people might get into the same boat even with the other ticket. We waited a while and got tickets for the second boat, it wasn't too late, just 15-20 minutes after the first boat. One thing I liked about the boat ride this time was that, it wasn't very noisy as last time. It was kind of more arranged and could see some professional touch to it, even though they can improve it further. We need to change to a smaller boat when it gets closer to the island, as it is not possible to take the bigger boat till the shores of the island.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first thing we saw is the bad attitude of some of tourists, who were not giving enough time for the boat to stop at the shores, instead they were jumping into the water. Anyways, forget about them. I was very exited to show the clean water and the clear beaches of Saint Mary's to my friends but I had some disappointment to it, as the place where we entered the island was not so clean as expected, or as it was few years back, as we can lot of empty bottles and papers have been thrown near the bushes. My friends were very exited as in most aspects it was awesome and clean.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We decided to walk on the shores to a location where there is no crowd so that we can enjoy the pure nature experience away from all uncivilized people ^_^</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was very thrilled as its still my second visit, even after its so close to my house, less than ten kilo meters. I was delighted to the crabs coming out of water on to the sea rocks, they disappear after me trying to get more closer, and did not come out for a while after that. Raj waited to see then, but they were not ready to show up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BixVlbSATnk/TVOgRa8PXMI/AAAAAAAAFZw/K-jEMixQMGQ/s1600/DSC05053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BixVlbSATnk/TVOgRa8PXMI/AAAAAAAAFZw/K-jEMixQMGQ/s320/DSC05053.JPG" width="320" /></a>We did not find the place so suitable for getting into water and moved a little further, and found a kind of private beach. Dropped our bags on the stones and got into water with sun glasses on! It was fun lying in the water and taking sun bath ^^. We believe there was team just outside the private beach were waiting to get us out of the water, so that they could occupy the place, but unfortunately they dint get a chance till the end of the show</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have to mention an incident of an uncivilized person caught red handed while trying to spoil the beauty of the beach by carelessly throwing wastes all around. We were on our way to find the private beach, and this person aged about 40, dressed not so good, with all his shirt buttons open with few of his kids was sitting on a rock in the beach, and lying around him was waste thrown by him, so he was sitting there as if to show case how one should handle the waste in the island. I asked him if it was to him those waste belong, he said "yes" proudly, and I gently requested him to not to throw waste like this on the beach and spoil the beauty of this place. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Instead we should drop the waste in the waste bin kept for that purpose. He said, yes, I will do it. May be he was thinking his job is done when he said, he will do it. I went to pick the waste to give to him, he was shocked by my act, he asked me "Sir, What are you doing?" I said, "Please keep all the waste you have thrown in a pouch and and do not keep it lying here" He then came and picked all the wastes. I seriously hate these people who spoil our nation. If everyone takes their responsibility there would not waste lying around like this, most importantly we must teach out kids not to do so, as it would carry to the generations next.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oM4fYxfQRA/TVOgXzE1RyI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/cYu678oihQA/s1600/DSC05062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oM4fYxfQRA/TVOgXzE1RyI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/cYu678oihQA/s320/DSC05062.JPG" width="320" /></a>We had very nice time in the sun, after about an hour we came to a place where one person was selling fried fish and beer. It wasn't legal to sell beer in the island, but then as long as we have not more than 2 cans, it's moral ! what is fun when you don't get to drink in such an awesome place. There was not much choice for the fish so we had to settle down on 'Bangada'. We took the beer and fish and went to other side of the island where it was plain and we can go deep in to the water. There was already a group who were trying to occupy that place, and they did occupy before we go there. We did go there and sat on sides drinking beer and having fish for our lunch. They were playing volleyball in the water, and it was kind of entertainment for us who were sitting and watching. The crows were trying to join the fish party, but we did not allow them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After enough of fun with the empty beer cans we got in to water and joined them in playing volleyball. It wasn't so fun in water so we came on to the sand and started playing. The real fun was on the beach sands. We played for a while, but it was getting late for us to check out the hotel, as we need to check out before 3.30. We had taken permission from them for another extra hour, but we were worried if we could keep our promise, as three of us need to take a nice hot water bath before we leave. Otherwise life will be miserable after salt water bath in the beach.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Us4mWK_fw1E/TVOhMf3DfaI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/EMJFTCsj1es/s1600/DSC05137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Us4mWK_fw1E/TVOhMf3DfaI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/EMJFTCsj1es/s320/DSC05137.JPG" width="320" /></a>After the bath, we checkout and went for evening snacks at the same restaurent below our hotel, and we had some dosa, and went for an evening walk to Krishna temple near by. We did not have to take out the shirt while entering the temple, may be because it was evening. We got Darshan, took some photos outside, and came back to the hotel to have dinner. By now the hotel guy was familiar with our faces, and he said "I think this would be your last visit to the hotel" by seeing our bags on the shoulders. We smiled and got in to the eating mode and finished the dinner.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We waited on the stairs of Mytri Complex till the bus arrived at Udupi, to our surprise the bus was very good, and it was pretty new, the journey was smooth with out any bumpy rides, and we did not realize how fast we reached bangalore, we were in bangalore by 6.00AM. And not to forget, Thanks to Prakhyath, Who made our day at Malpe wonderful.<br />
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</div></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-10489037102935402602010-07-28T22:08:00.000+05:302010-07-28T22:08:54.806+05:30An unplanned visit to Chennai<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The alarm rang at 4.00 AM, and the cab was on time when I got ready after having a nice cup of tea in the early morning. Left from home at 4.45AM, as expected reached well before time to bengaluru international airport. There was KIOSK machine, and it was my first time to use that machine, without much problem I checked in for both the flights and got windows seats. I usually prefer aisle seats in international flights but here since the distance is very less I prefer window seats. I came inside to the gate after the security check.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was thinking of having breakfast in Chennai somewhere near the consulate. But since the morning tea had made me feel very hungry, I went to the Taste of India near the gate, I was shocked to see the Idly and chutney priced 79 exclusive of tax, that comes to about 90 bucks for Idly. Anyways, I was hungry and I had very little choice, so I took idly, it was very tasty and I found it not waste of money. I was happy about one thing that foreigner gets a better taste of India than us inside, because I have never had such a nice idly and chutney inside Bangalore in any hotel.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All were good and by the time I finish my breakfast it was time to board, quickly I was on flight and without much delay the flight took off to Chennai @ 7 as scheduled. No worries till I landed in Chennai. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know things are going to hit its worse in this place of the world and it started, I took a prepaid taxi by paying 300 bucks to go to German consulate and was shocked to see that the car driver came and took the slip and walked away. I need to rush behind him to find exactly where he has kept his car. Another shock, I see a car seemed to be made of wreckage after accident, a 1920 ambassador; the seats are an impossible year old sofa. I just cursed ma luck. I could have stayed away from prepaid taxi. I advice everyone coming here (I wish you don’t come here, but if at all you come) to avoid this prepaid taxi service (even though I don’t know how other services would be, but I think it cannot go worse than this). It’s totally useless.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He took another fellow along and started to German consulate. I wondered if he would drop me safely. Finally I managed to reach the consulate in that wreckage. I was all very nice in the consulate, very green place, nice surrounding in the boat club road. I think it must be a very posh locality in Chennai, I can see lot of well maintained bungalows nearby, and rich people going on walk in the morning. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I finished my interview before the scheduled time, Again the worry started to come back to the airport. One good thing I did was having breakfast in Bangalore, there was no breakfast or snacks in the flight (wonder if jet airways in running in loss) and no place to eat near the consulate. I could not find a taxi anywhere nearby, so I took an auto, he too is not a kind person; he took here and there and got some receipt from some taxi fellow. When I boarded he said 250, and later after giving the bill he stated, I have to pay 350!!, what the f***, I said, I am not going to come with you. Then he said, “Ok, ok, 250!” what a cultureless a***ole. Somehow I was very irritated with that fellow, and I was cursing my luck to be in that auto when company pays for a luxury taxi. He dropped me about 100 meters away from the departure gate saying that autos are not allowed inside. Somehow I reached the airport. I was thinking I will have some nice lunch and take rest in the airport. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was at airport at 12.30 and my flight ticket was at 5.30, fortunately they allowed me inside airport, may be because I was already holding the boarding pass as I already checked in the flight in Bangalore. Good, I was saved, because outside the temperature is running 32 degrees plus. There was one burger shop and a Maggie shop if you want to eat and there is nothing else. I had to search to find a place to buy drinking water from. I had a chicken burger and some juice. I could have bought something from Bangalore if I knew this is going to happen to me in Chennai. I did not even have any books to read, so that wait till 5.00 turned out to be the worst waits of my life in that shouting crowd inside the airport. Now writing this note of my trip to kill ma time and anger.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would never come unplanned for taxi to Chennai ever again; else you will get robbed for terrible service. I wish there should be some taxi service like Meru in Chennai too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-17643632849746288182010-07-14T22:46:00.000+05:302010-07-14T22:46:24.212+05:30Aliya-Santana (Nephew lineage)<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is a system of inheritance of property followed mostly by Bunts and other non-brahmin communities in south canara which is complete opposite compared to the system followed by Hindus. It is also referred as Ali-Santana (Kundapura Kannada) or Aliya-Kattu (Tulu), where in the children belongs to mother’s family, and they will inherit the “Bali” of mother. Bali is similar to what is called as Gotra in Brahmins. All the laws governing the marriages are based on Bali, so that boy and girl of same Bali are not supposed to get married and they are considered siblings. All the property is inherited in such a way that, the girl will get most of the property while the boy would get only his share. That is, if the girl has children, they also get their share, but the boy does not, his children are supposed to get their share from their family (mother’s family). There were no clear rules for the father's property. Probably, in the earlier times it might have gone solely to nephew. However, it was observed in the later period even though the mother's property distribution would always follow matrilineal inheritance rules (sometimes at the expense of sons), father was free to distribute his property according to his wish.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As opposite to the tradition in Hindus, the Aliya Santana follows different tradition. When marriages happen, the girl won’t go and stay with her husband in his house; instead the boy would come and stay with her in her house, and will look after the property. In my opinion this is a better option as there are very less chances of girl being suffered in her husband’s house. The law was recognized by the modern courts as far back as the British India in 1843. The rules of Aliya Santana were first published as the English translation in 1864, by the German Press Mission in Mangalore</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are several inscriptions found near Barkur which say that the Aliya Santana is being followed during the time from 10th to 16th century. The story behind Aliya Santana is very interesting. It is said that very long ago Barkur was called as “Baraha Kanya Pura”, since the King Bhootala Pandya had twelve wives. The king of demon, Kundodara Bhoota demanded a “Bali” (Sacrifice) of king’s son when the newly built ship was set out to sea. Even though he had twelve wives and lot of children they refused to give one. Then his sister agreed to sacrifice her son. The demon Kundodara was impressed, he not only spared the young boy’s life, but also ordered Bootala pandya to follow the Aliya-Santana, where in all the property would be inherited to his Nephew, and the laws of inheritance were written, as dictated by the demon Kundodara. Even today Aliya-Santana is followed in Tulu-Nadu, or the undivided South Canara, especially in Bunts community.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-62651196192648102522010-03-14T11:10:00.004+05:302010-03-14T11:26:16.911+05:30ಮೈ ಮನಗಳ ಸುಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/S5x5NtwiYoI/AAAAAAAAFAA/cgclkyj1Ex4/s1600-h/MaiManagalaSuliyalli.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448362925739893378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/S5x5NtwiYoI/AAAAAAAAFAA/cgclkyj1Ex4/s320/MaiManagalaSuliyalli.jpg" border="0" /></a> ಶಿವರಾಮ ಕಾರಂತರ ಕಾದಂಬರಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನನಗೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಇಷ್ಟವಾಗುವ ವಿಷಯಗಳೆಂದರೆ, ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಬರುವ ಎಲ್ಲ ಸ್ಥಳಗಳು ನಮ್ಮ ನೆರೆಕೆರೆಯದು. ಅಲ್ಲಿನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಹಿರಿಯರಿಂದ ಹೇಳಿ-ಕೇಳಿರುವಂತದು. ಹಾಗಾಗಿ ಆ ಕಾದಂಬರಿಗಳನ್ನು ಓದುತ್ತ ಹೋದಂತೆ, ನಮ್ಮೂರಲ್ಲೆ ನೂರಿನ್ನೂರು ವರ್ಷ ಹಿಂದೆ ಸರಿದು ಆಗಿನ ಜನಜೀವನ ಮದ್ಯೆ ನಿಂತು ಅವಲೋಕಿಸಿದಂತೆ ಬಾಸವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ.<br /><br />ಅವರ ಪಾತ್ರಗಳು ತುಂಬಾ ನೈಜವಾಗಿದ್ದು, ಯಾವುದೇ ನಾಟಕೀಯ ಆದರ್ಶಗಳನ್ನು ತುಂಬುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಇರುವದಿಲ್ಲ. ಇದರಿಂದಾಗಿ ಅವರೊಬ್ಬ ನಿಷ್ಪಕ್ಷಪಾತಿ ಸಾಹಿತಿ ಎನಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಸಹಜ ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಗುಣಗಳೇ ಕಾದಂಬರಿಯ ಪಾತ್ರಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಣುವುದರಿಂದ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ನಾವು ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಕಂಡುಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದು ತುಂಬ ಸುಲಭ.<br /><br />ಮೈ ಮನಗಳ ಸುಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾದಂಬರಿ ಕುಂದಾಪುರ ಸಮೀಪದ ಬಸ್ರೂರು ಎಂಬ ಊರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಮಾರು ನೂರು ವರ್ಷ ಕೆಳಗೆ ಬದುಕಿದ್ದ ಒಬ್ಬ ಮಂಜುಳೆ ಎಂಬ ವಾರಂಗನೆಯ ಸುತ್ತ ಸುತ್ತುತ್ತದೆ. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಗಂಡು ಹೆಣ್ಣಿನ ನಿಕಟವರ್ತಿ ಬಾಳನ್ನು ಮಂಜುಳೆ ಎಂಬ ಗರತಿಯಲ್ಲದವಳ ’ಆತ್ಮಕಥೆ’ಯ ಮೂಲಕ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಕಾದಂಬರಿಯ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿನ ಬಾಗ ಮಂಜುಳೆಯ ಆತ್ಮಕತೆಯೇ ಆಗಿದೆ. ಸೂಳೆಯೊಬ್ಬಳಿಂದ ಆತ್ಮ ಕತೆ ಬರೆಸುವ ಸಾಹಸ ಕಾರಂತರು ಮಾಡಿ, "ಆವಳು ಆತ್ಮ ಕತೆ ಬರಯಬಲ್ಲಳೇ?, ಬರೆದಿದ್ದಾದರು ಯಾರಿಗಾಗಿ?" ಈ ಎಲ್ಲ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಉತ್ತರ ಕಾದಂಬರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ.<br /><br />ಹಳೆಕಾಲದ ರಾಜಾಶ್ರಯ, ವೀರಾಶ್ರಯ, ರಸಿಕಾಶ್ರಯಗಳಿಂದ ಪೋಷಿತವಾಗಿದ್ದ ವೇಶ್ಯಾ ವೃತ್ತಿ, ನಾಡಿನ ರಸಿಕ ಜೀವನದ ಒಂದು ಕುರುವಾಗಿತ್ತೆ ಹೊರತು, ನಿಂದೆಗೆ ಗುರಿಯಾದಂತೆ ಕಾಣಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂದು ಬರೆಯುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಆಗಿನ ಕಾಲಕ್ಕೆ ಅಲ್ಲಿನ ವಾರಂಗನೆಯನ್ನು ಇರಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವದು ಒಂದು ಪ್ರತಿಷ್ಟೆಯ ಸಂಕೇತವಾಗಿತ್ತೆಂದು ಕಾಣುತ್ತದೆ. ಅದೊಂದು ಇತರ ವೃತ್ತಿಗಳಂತೆ ಗೌರವಿತ ವೃತ್ತಿಯಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಅವರು ಸಂಗೀತ ನೃತ್ಯ ವಿದ್ಯೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಪರಿಣತಿ ಪಡೆದು ರಸಿಕರ ಮನೆ, ಮನಗಳನ್ನು ತುಂಬುವಲ್ಲಿ ಯಶಸ್ವಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದರು.<br /><br />ಮಂಜುಳೆಯ ತಾಯಿ ಗರತಿಯಲ್ಲದ್ದಿದರೂ, ಗರತಿಗಿಂತಲೂ ಮಿಗಿಲಾಗಿ ಬಾಳಿದರಳು. ಅವಳನ್ನು ಇರಿಸಿಕೊಂಡವನ ಹೆಂಡತಿಗಿಂತ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿ ಅವನ ಮನಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಅರಿತು ಅವನ ಜೀವನ ತುಂಬಿದವಳು. ಅದೇ ಆದರ್ಶಗಳನ್ನು ರೂಢಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಬಂದ ಮಂಜುಳೆ ಅವಳ ಪಾಳ(ತಂದೆ)ನಂತ ಗಂಡಿನ ಆಶ್ರಯಕ್ಕೆ ಅರಸುತ್ತಾಳೆ. ಅವಳ ಹುಡುಕಾಟದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೈ ಮನಗಳು ಎರಡು ಒಂದೇ ಎಂದು ತಿಳಿದು ಬದುಕುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ನೆಡೆಸುತ್ತಾಳೆ. ಸುಬ್ರಾಯ ಉಳ್ಳೂರರು ಒಬ್ಬ ಪ್ರಮುಖ ವ್ಯಖ್ತಿಯಾಗಿ ಅವಳ ಬಾಳನ್ನು ತುಂಬುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಅವರ ನಿಸ್ವಾರ್ಥ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಅವಳ ಮನಸ್ಸನ್ನು ತುಂಬುತ್ತದೆ.<br /><br />ತನ್ನ ಆತ್ಮ ಕಥೆಯ ಕೊನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಂಜುಳೆ, "ನನ್ನ ತಂಬೂರಿಯ ದಂಡ, ಬುರುಡೆ ಉಳ್ಳೂರರು, ಅದರ ತಂತಿ ಆನಂದರು. ಅವರಿಬ್ಬರು ನನ್ನ ಜತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅನುದಿನವು ಇರುವುದರಿಂದ ನಾನು ಸುಮಂಗಲೆ, ನಿತ್ಯ ಸುಮಂಗಲೆ" ಎನ್ನುತ್ತಾಳೆ.<br /><br />ಅವಳ ನಂತರ, ಅವಳ ದತ್ತು ಮಗಳು ಶಾರಿ, ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಚಂಚಲತೆಯಿಂದಾಗಿ, ಅತಿ ಆಸೆಯಿಂದಾಗಿ ತಾಯಿಯಂತೆ ಬದುಕಲು ಅಸಾಧ್ಯವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಅವಳ ಮಗಳು ಚಂದ್ರಿಗೆ ವೇಶ್ಯಾ ವೃತ್ತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅಸಹ್ಯ ಮೂಡಿ, ಸಾಮನ್ಯರಂತೆ ಸಂಸಾರಿಯಾಗುವಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾದಂಬರಿ ಕೊನೆಗೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತದೆ. ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾದಂಬರಿ ಎಲ್ಲೆ ಮೀರಿದಂತೆ ಕಂಡರೂ, ಮನಸ್ಸುಗಳು ಸೇರಿ ದೇಹ ಒಂದಾದಾಗಲೇ ಜೀವನ ಪೂರ್ತಿ, ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಮನೋ-ದೇಹಿ, ದೇಹದ ಕಾಮನೆಗಳಾವುದು ಅಸಹ್ಯವಲ್ಲ ಎಂಬುದನ್ನು ಕಾರಂತರು ಮನ ಮುಟ್ಟಿಸಿ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ. </div><div align="justify"> </div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-37341792021833167112010-02-27T07:56:00.005+05:302010-02-27T08:11:39.050+05:30A Screwed Up Day<div align="justify">I m sitting idle here, with lots of work pending on me, and lot of expectation by people that I will complete them in time. You may be wondering why I am sitting Idle here although there is lot of work pending? I just don’t want to give you reasons, why should I tell you. If you ask more, I will lose my temper and may start beating you back and forth.<br /><br />What's wrong? First place, what is in right place? It was not the first time for me to be here, but most of the time, never found this uncomfortable here. May be I am kind of person, who insist everything to be in place, in time. So if some small thing get misplaced or messed up I lose my temper.<br /><br />Here is what happed after I arrive here. I landed in Korea and reached Castle hotel, All flights were on time, got the bus just after coming out of airport, Mr. Park was waiting for me to pick me up to the guest house. Things started getting worse, when he started waiting for some more people, who came in my flight, but lazy asses missed the bus and they came half an hour late. On the way to guest house we found that there are not many rooms available, so we were hoping to get at least some room, we don’t want to get into some MOTEL.<br /><br />He put me in some room, which was a 3 sharing room, decent room with most of the facilities in it. I was happy about it, at least he put me in a nice room, although was not sure the roommate sitting in front of me will turn a big head-ache as big as he himself is!. After a while, I found that this chap is on the net all time doing nothing!! I wanted to call home, and he agreed to give the net, thank god! Immediately I got a separate net connection for me from Teji after the dinner. Things went smooth till I went to sleep. I am so tired after this long journey and wanted to have a nice sleep till morning 10. But!! .. This f***** a****** (here after referred to as FA)is snoring like hell, and all night! It was sounding like a loaded washing machine. My god, I tried not to hear that sound, but it’s so loud that I could not sleep. After all, its god-given, I tried to forgive him, but I went crazy when his phone started playing ugly-long ringtones for the messages he received all night! I don’t know who the FA is sending him messages all night!! I really go pissed off, thought of calling Teji and asking to change the room, but it’s already too late in the night. May be because I was too tired, I fell asleep for a while, and got up when his alarm rang at 6. What the F***, he has not only kept alarm for 6, it’s for every 5 minutes then onwards till 8.30, it only stopped when I shouted at him saying "Either you wake up or keep the alarm for right time". My god where does these crazy Indian a******s come from? He left and somehow I felt better.<br /><br />I came to office; things were not right with Koreans too :). They have messed up with my passport number and I had to wait in shivering cold for more than one hour for getting it re-registered. The guy I was supposed to call was in a meeting, and I had to call someone else to get things done. Fortunately I knew someone else from the LAB who could help. After seeing me sometime in cold, the security called me inside to sit in their cabin. Nice of them, thanks buddies.<br /><br />I came to my work place, and things were not nice again. The company's screwed up policies left me in no network condition all time in the morning, and I could not talk to my family who were waiting to hear from me. The PC they gave was one used by Indians, from our team, said this much, it does not need an explanation as its completely screwed up, I asked them to get some other PC or get the windows re-installed on it. Nothing happened till now. I got a different IP and it allowed me to use network for some time, I could just inform about ma tragic story to my family and friends and get rid of some of my frustration. So now, I am sitting idle here with lots of work pending on me. ....<br /><br />Its few days now, things have turned better after 2 days, I got a fresh PC after demand, net is working. Two of ma friends sits around me and we meet for coffee in between work. At room, I sleep early before any snoring starts, and if I hear any snoring when I wake up in between, I play an ugly ring tone loud, so that ge gets up and I try to fall alseep before he does! I am moving to new room on this weekend with my friends. Hope to see some better days :)</br></div><div align="justify"> </div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-77237623310824417782009-09-17T11:32:00.001+05:302009-09-18T05:42:34.353+05:30Let's go Korean<div style="text-align: justify;">The other day, as usual I came out of the guest house thinking of going to restaurant for having a cup of tea. I was shocked to see a big vehicle rushing fast towards me, blowing heavy smoke, which almost covered the whole of back, for a moment I did not understand what to do! I ran back to the guest house and was inside in a minute. The vehicle passed by, and the whole street is covered with smoke, it did smell something, I did not bother, I was wondering what the f*** is happening. I saw some kids running behind that vehicle in their cycle in that smoke, so I was kind of relaxed as to it may not be a toxic smoke. Now I started smelling the smoke, it smelled something between petrol and kerosene oil. I was still wondering what it could be, with these thoughts still in my mind I walked in that smoke till restaurant. While having tea, I asked our guest house owner about the incident, he said, its municipality people spraying smokes to control mosquitoes!! Alas!! I wish BBMP to do something similar to prevent Chicken Guinea and Malaria etc.<br /><br />The amusement still did not stop that day; I came out of the restaurant and was sipping my cup of tea watching the 40 storied Samsung building next to our guest house on the other side of the main road. A fellow came in car, was dressed neatly, pulled out some road blockers and placed around a drain opening, he put on another jacket type dress to cover his body, opened the lid, placed the ladder (which was present inside) and got inside that drain opening. After a while, he came up, took off the jacket and placed the ladder back, and came back to car. I thought his work is over! I was thinking how professional it is, can we expect this in India? to my surprise he came back with his bag, pulled out a sheet of paper, seemed like some receipt, and filled in some details(must be the drain code number !) and then placed it next to the drain and took a photo with his digital camera!!. Oh god, see how they are using the technology, in fact they are not using it they are exploiting the tech to the max possible. He packed and left, but I was standing there still thinking, man how far we are from them, how long does it take for us to catch up with them?<br /><br />Few days later today, I was coming back from office to guest house for lunch, I saw a pizza guy giving the order to someone, as usual. He calculated and said you have pay "Some X" amount; the lady gave her credit card to the pizza guy. He had a wireless swiping machine; he swiped and gave her the receipt. That confirmed me that we are too far in using the technology for day to day life. So let’s go Korean :)<br /><br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-40424136938467377252009-04-17T07:46:00.003+05:302009-04-17T07:50:27.307+05:30ಶಿವಧನಸ್ಸು ಮುರಿದಾಗ..<div align="justify">ಸೈಬ್ರಕಟ್ಟಿಯಿಂದ ಸಿದ್ದಾಪುರ ಹೋಪತಿಗೆ ಶಿರಿಯಾರ ಅಂದಳಿ ಒಂದ್ ಊರ್ ಸಿಕ್ಕತ್, ನೀವೆಲ್ಲ ಕೆಂಡಿಪ್ಪುಕು ಸಾಕ್. ಅಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಶಿರಿಯಾರ ಅಂದಳಿ ಹೆಸ್ರ್ ಹೆಂಗ್ ಬಂತ್ ಅಂದಳಿ ಯಾರೊ ಒಬ್ರ್ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತ ಇದ್ದಿರ್, ಅವರ್ ಯಾರ್ ಅಂದಳಿ ಇಲ್ಲ್ ಬೇಡ ಈಗ. ಅದ್ರೆ ಅವ್ರ್ ಹೇಳು ಮಾತಿನ್ ಸ್ವಾರಸ್ಯ ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಇತ್. "ಶಿರಿಯಾರ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಸಾಮನ್ಯ ಅಲ್ಲ, ಒಂದ್ ಕಾಲದಂಗೆ ಇಲ್ಲ್ ಚಿನ್ನ ಬೆಳ್ಳಿ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಬೇಕಾದಷ್ಟು ಇದ್ದ್, ಜನರೆಲ್ಲ ಮಸ್ತ್ ದುಡ್ಡಿನರ್ ಆಯಿ ಇದ್ದಿರ್, ಹಾಂಗಾಯಿ, ಸಿರಿ ಆರದ ಊರು ಅಂದಳಿ ಹೆಸ್ರ್ ಅಯಿತ್, ಅದೆ ಕಡಿಕೆ ಆಡು ಮಾತಲ್ಲಿ ಶಿರಿಯಾರ ಆದ್ದ್ ಅಂತಿದ್ದಿರ್. ಅದ್ ಎಷ್ಟ್ ಸಿರಿ ಇದ್ದಿತೊ? ಅದನ್ನ ಯಾರ್ ಹೊತ್ಕ ಹೋರೊ ಆ ದೇವ್ರೇ ಹೇಳ್ಕ್. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಅವ್ರಿಗೆ ಅಯ್ದಿದ್ದರ್ ಒಬ್ರ್ ಅವರ್ ಮಾತಿಗೆ ಅಡ್ಡಕೋಲ್ ಹಾಕಿ, ಸಿರಿ ಯಾರದ್ದ್? ಅಂಬುಕ್ ಶುರು ಮಾಡ್ರ್. ಅವರ್ ಮಾತಿನ್ ಒಳಾರ್ಥ ಇಷ್ಟೆ. ಸಿರಿ ಇವರದ್ದ್ ಅಲ್ಲ, ಬೇರೆ ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದೊ ಕದ್ದ್ ತಂದದ್ದ್ ಅಂದಳಿ. ಶಿರಿಯಾರದ್ ಬದಿಯರ್ ಇದ್ರೆ ಕ್ಷಮೆ ಇರಲಿ :) <br /></br></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">ಶಿರಿಯಾರ ಶಾಲಿ ಗೊತ್ತಿತ್ತಲೆ, ಆಗಳಿಗೆ ಅಲ್ಲ್ ಕಲ್ತರೊಬ್ಬರ್ ಹೇಳು ಮಾತ್. ಅವರ್ ಹೇಳುದ್, ನಮ್ಮನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಕಾರಿ ಬಾರ್ದಿದ್ದರ್ ಮಾಡದ್ದೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೆಡ್ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರ್ ಅಂದಳಿ. ಆಗಳಿಗೆ ಮಕ್ಕಳ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಹೆಡ್ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರ್ ಅವರ್ ಮನಿ ಅಡಿಕೆ ತೋಟಕ್ಕೆ ಮಂಗ ಎಬ್ಬುಕೆ ಕಳ್ಸುದಂಬ್ರ್. ಯಾರ್ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಮಂಗ ಬೆರ್ಸ್ತ್ರೊ ಅವ್ರಿಗೆ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಮಾರ್ಕ್. ಹೇಂಗೆ? ಹೀಂಗ್ ಕಲ್ತ್ ಮಕ್ಕಳ್ ಉದ್ದಾರ ಆಪುದ್ ಹೌದಾ? <br /></br></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">ಹೀಂಗಿಪ್ಪೊತ್ಲಿ, ಒಂದ ಸಲ ಶಾಲಿಗೆ ಇನ್ಸ್ಪೆಕ್ಟ್ರ್ ಬಂದ್ರ್ ಅಂಬ್ರ್. ಆರನೇ ಕ್ಲಾಸಿಗೆ ಆಗಳಿಗೆ ಯಾರೊ ಶೆಟ್ರ್ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರ್ ಅಂಬ್ರಪ. ಇನ್ಸ್ಪೆಕ್ಟ್ರ್ ಒಂದ್ ಗಂಡಿನ್ ನಿಲ್ಸಿ ಕೆಂಡ್ರ್ ಅಂಬ್ರ್, "ಶಿವ ಧನಸ್ಸು ಮುರದ್ದ್ ಯಾರ್?" ಅಂದಳಿ. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಅವ "ಕೃಷ್ಣ" ಅಂದ ಅಂಬ್ರ್. ಕೃಷ್ಣ ಅಂಬನ್ ಎದ್ದ್ ನಿತ್, "ನಾನಲ್ಲ" ಅಂದ ಅಂಬ್ರ್. ಇನ್ಸ್ಪೆಕ್ಟ್ರಿಗೆ ಸಿಟ್ಟ್ ಬಂದ್ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರಿಗೆ "ಎಂತ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರೆ ಇದ್?" ಅಂದಳಿ ಕೆಂಡ್ರೆ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರ್ "ಅವ ಮುರುಕಾಪನಲ್ಲಪ.. ಇವನ್ನಾರು ಹೇಳುಕಿಲ್ಲೆ.." ಅಂದ್ರಂಬ್ರ್. <br /></br></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">ಇದನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಕೆಂಡ್ ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಪಟ್ಟೆ ಸಿಟ್ ಬಂದ್ ಇನ್ಸ್ಪೆಕ್ಟ್ರ್ ಸೀದಾ ಹೆಡ್ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರ್ ಹತ್ರ ಹೋರ್ ಅಂಬ್ರ್. ಆಗಳಿಕ್ ನಾರಯಣ್ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರ್ ಹೆಡ್ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರ್ ಅಂಬ್ರ್. ಇನ್ಸ್ಪೆಕ್ಟ್ರ್, "ಎಂತ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರೆ, ನೀವೇ ಹೇಳಿ, ಆ ಹುಡ್ಗನ್ ಹತ್ರ ಶಿವ ಧನಸ್ಸು ಮುರದ್ ಯಾರ್ ಕೇಂಡ್ರೆ, ಕೃಷ್ಣ ಅಂತ, ಮತ್ತೊಬ್ಬ ನಾನಲ್ಲ ಅಂತ, ಕ್ಲಾಸ್ ಟೀಚರ್, ಅವನ್ ಮುರುಕಾಪನಲ್ಲ ಅಂತ್ರ್. ಇದೆಂತ ಕಥಿ?" ಅಂದಳಿ ನಾರಾಯ್ಣ್ ಮಾಷ್ಟಿಗೆ ಕೇಂಡ್ರೆ, ನಾರಾಯ್ಣ್ ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರ್ ಯಾವ್ದೊ ಮನಿ ಬದಿ ತಲಿಬಿಸಿಯಂಗ್ ಇದ್ದಿರ್ ಅಂಬ್ರ್. ಅವರ್ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ "ಅದ್ ಯಾರೆ ಮುರ್ದಿರ್ಲಿ.. ಅದ್ರ್ ದಂಡ ನಾನ್ ಕೊಡ್ತೆ.. !" ಅಂದ್ರ್ ಅಂಬ್ರ್.<br /></br></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />ಈ ತರ ಶಿರಿಯಾರ ಬದಿಯ ಹಾಸ್ಯ ಘಟನೆಗಳು ತುಂಬಾ ಇವೆ, ಅವನ್ನೆಲ್ಲೆ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮುಂದೆ ತರುವುದರ ಒಂದು ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಇದು.</div></br>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-61453666815127244942009-01-16T09:24:00.004+05:302009-02-08T10:56:02.671+05:30ಮೂಕಜ್ಜಿಯ ಕನಸುಗಳು<div style="text-align: justify;">ಇತ್ತೀಚೆಗೆ ಏನಾದರು ಓದಬೇಕು ಬಿಡುವಿನ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಅಂತ ಅನಿಸಿ, ಸಪ್ನಾ ಬುಕ್ ಹೌಸ್'ನಿಂದ ಕೆಲವು ಪುಸ್ತಕಗಳನ್ನು ತರಲು ಹೋದಾಗ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಶಿವರಾಮ ಕಾರಂತರ ಜ್ಞಾನಪೀಠ ಪುರಸ್ಕ್ರತ 'ಮೂಕಜ್ಜಿಯ ಕನಸುಗಳು' ನನ್ನ ಕಣ್ ಸೆಳೆಯಿತು. ಸುಮಾರು ಮುನ್ನೂರು ಪುಟಗಳ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಕಾದಂಬರಿ, ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಜ್ಞಾನಪೀಠ ತಗೊಳ್ಳುವಷ್ಟು ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಇದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ಅದನ್ನು ನಾವು ಓದದೇ ಇದ್ದರೆ ಹೇಗೆ ಎಂದು ಅನಿಸಿ ಮನೆಗೆ ತಂದೆ. ತಂದ ನಂತರ ಓದಲು ಸಮಯವೇ ಸಿಗದೆ ಅದು ಒಂದೆರಡು ತಿಂಗಳು ಹಾಗೆಯೆ ಉಳಿಯಿತು. ನಾನು ಕೋರಿಯಾದಿಂದ ಬಂದ ನಂತರ ಮತ್ತೆ ಅದರ ನೆನಪಾಗಿ ಓದಲು ಎತ್ತಿಕೊಂಡೆ. ಮೂಕಜ್ಜಿ ಎಂಬ ಹೆಸರೇ ಆ ಕಾದಂಬರಿಯನ್ನು ಆಕರ್ಷಕವಾಗಿ ಮಾಡಿದೆ ಎಂದರೆ ತಪ್ಪಾಗಲಾರದು.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />ಕುಂದಾಪುರ <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SXAFZrs3x0I/AAAAAAAAEDc/r06eQWANQYQ/s1600-h/Mookajjiya+Kanasugalu.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 0px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SXAFZrs3x0I/AAAAAAAAEDc/r06eQWANQYQ/s400/Mookajjiya+Kanasugalu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291735500946130754" border="0" /></a>ಮತ್ತು ಸುತ್ತಮುತ್ತಲ ಜಾಗಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನೆಡೆಯುವ ಜನಜೀವನ ಕತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿಂಬಿತವಾಗಿದೆ. ಕತೆ ಓದುತ್ತ ಹೋದಂತೆ ನೀವು ಒಂದು ಸುಮಾರು ೧೦೦ ವರ್ಷಗಳಷ್ಟು ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಹಿಂದೆ ಹೋಗುವದಂತು ನಿಜ. ಆ ಕಾಲದ ಜೀವನ, ಆಗಿನ ಸಂಪ್ರದಯಗಳು, ಆಗಿನ ನಂಬಿಕೆ, ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಕಣ್ಮುಂದೆ ಬಂದು ನಿಲ್ಲುತ್ತದೆ. ಈ ಕತೆಯ ಪ್ರಮುಖ ಆಕರ್ಷಣೆ ಮೂಕಜ್ಜಿ ಮತ್ತು ಆಕೆಯ ಮೊಮ್ಮಗ ಸುಬ್ಬಣ್ಣ, ಅವರ ನಡುವೆ ನೆಡೆವ ಮಾತುಕತೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಮುಖವಾದದ್ದು. ಶಿವರಾಮ ಕಾರಂತರು ಅಜ್ಜಿಗೆ ಒಂದು ವಿಷೇಷ ಶಕ್ತಿ ನೀಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ, ಅದೇನೆಂದರೆ, ಅವರ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಏನಾದರು ವಸ್ತು ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದಲ್ಲಿ ಅವರಿಗೆ ಅದರ ಹಿಂದಿನ ಪೂರ್ತಿ ವಿವರಗಳು ಕಣ್ಣ ಮುಂದೆ ಬರುತ್ತವೆ. ಸುಬ್ಬಣ್ಣ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಇತಿಹಾಸ ಓದಿದ್ದು, ತನ್ನ ಸುತ್ತಮುತ್ತ ಕಾಡುಗುಡ್ಡಗಳಲ್ಲಿ, ಗುಹೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಅಲೆದಾಡಿ, ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಕೆಲವು ಕಲ್ಲು, ಮೂಳೆಗಳನ್ನು ಅಜ್ಜಿಗೆ ತೋರಿಸಿ, ಅಜ್ಜಿಯ ಸಹಾಯದಿಂದ ಆ ಕಾಡುಗುಡ್ಡಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಹಿಂದೆ ಇದ್ದಿರಬಹುದಾದ ನಾಗರಿಕತೆಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ತಿಳಿಯಲು ಮಾಡುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ, ಅದರ ಎಡೆ ಎಡೆಯಲ್ಲೆ ನಮಗರಿವಿಲ್ಲದಂತೆ ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿನ ನಂಬಿಕೆ (ಮೂಢನಂಬಿಕೆ) ಗಳ ತಳಕ್ಕ್ಕೆ ಪೆಟ್ಟು ನೀಡಿ, ನಮ್ಮ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿರುವ ನೂರಾರು ದ್ವಂದ್ವಗಳಿಗೆ ಅಜ್ಜಿಯ ಮಾತುಗಳು ಸ್ಪಷ್ಟಿಕರಣ ನಿಡುವ ಬಗೆ ಇತ್ಯಾದಿಗಳನ್ನು ಅದ್ಭುತವಾಗಿ ಕತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೆಣೆದಿದ್ದಾರೆ.<br /><br />ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ನಮಗೆ ಮಾನವ ಜೀವನ, ಇತಿಹಾಸ, ಧಾರ್ಮಿಕ ನಂಬಿಕೆಗಳು, ಮಾನವ ಸಹಜ ನಡವಳಿಕೆಗಳು, ಸಂಸಾರ ಮತ್ತು ಆದ್ಯಾತ್ಮ ಮುಂತಾದುವುಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಒಂದು ಹೊಸ ಕಲ್ಪನೆಯನ್ನು ಮೂಡಿಸುವಲ್ಲಿ ಯಶಸ್ವಿಯಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಎಂಬ ಪಾತ್ರ ನಿಜವಾಗಲೂ ಒಂದು ಅದ್ಭುತ ಕಲ್ಪನೆ, ಅವಳ ಕನಸುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಸಮಾಜವನ್ನು ತಿದ್ದುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಇದೆ. ಅವಳು ಸಾವಿರಾರು ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಇತಿಹಾಸಕ್ಕೆ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿಯಾಗಿ, ದೇವರು ನಮ್ಮ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿ ಎಂಬುದನ್ನು ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗು ಅರ್ಥವಾಗುವ ಬಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಇದಕ್ಕೆ ಜ್ಞಾನಪೀಠ ನೀಡಿದ್ದು ಅವರ ಪ್ರತಿಭೆಗೆ ಸಂದ ಗೌರವ. ಇದೊಂದು ಅದ್ಬುತ ಗ್ರಂಥ. ಎಲ್ಲರು ಕೊಂಡು ಓದಿ ಸಂಗ್ರಹಿಸಿಟ್ಟು ಮುಂದಿನ ಪೀಳಿಗೆಗೆ ತಲುಪಿಸಬೇಕಾದ ಗ್ರಂಥ.<br /><br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-33303738918327068902008-12-13T08:18:00.000+05:302010-07-01T17:16:37.887+05:30Koli Pade (Kori Katta)<div style="text-align: justify;">Cock fight is a famous folk sport in the region of undivided South Canara, covering present Managalore, Udupi and Kundapura. It’s called Kori Katta in Tulu and Koli Pade in Kundapura kannada. People usually grow different breeds of cocks just for the purpose of this folk sport, and many are very passionate about the game. The varieties of breeds include, Kembera, Kadla etc.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SUMitBQlZgI/AAAAAAAADyU/3HGKYDmxayw/s1600-h/Kolipade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SUMitBQlZgI/AAAAAAAADyU/3HGKYDmxayw/s400/Kolipade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279101345035806210" border="0" /></a>Normally it’s for the entertainment purpose usually held after some special events such as the on Diwali night, After the Kambala etc. Jathre Katta is observed during town fairs and nithya katta takes place near arrack outlets on a full moon or Amavasye. Under the third type, "Sodthi katta", a dual between two individuals is settled through the cock fight. The venue of the cock fight is called "kala". People gather in, with their fighter cocks when the sun is about to start going down in the west side of the sky. Some people do come there with out a fighter cock, and they bet money on the cocks, kind of Gambling. This is normally not the tradition of cock fight, but people added this to make some money, police often ride such places where gambling happen on these cock fights, but it still persist.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SUMitSVZBxI/AAAAAAAADyc/QIlOpcQi7J4/s1600-h/Cock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SUMitSVZBxI/AAAAAAAADyc/QIlOpcQi7J4/s400/Cock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279101349619369746" border="0" /></a>So without gambling the traditional cock fight in the rural South Canara goes like this. People bring their own Cocks and they tie a tiny knife called “baal” to their legs, and then allowed to fight with each other. Process of selecting the pair for fight called as "Jodi Naadunu" is followed by the actual fight "Kori Muttunu". The fight which does not exceed more than three rounds is decided, when one of the cock runs away or is injured. The winning Cocks owner will get both the cocks in Onti Katta, which will be considered as victory for that evening, and its called as “Anka”. There is a special type of Knock Out fight where they are allowed to fight till one dies. People are so passionate about this folk game is that the venue and dates are decided by a dedicated panchanga for this called as “Almane Kukkate Panchanga”.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo Credits : Pictures are taken from internet (<a href="http://my_sarisari_store.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/cock_fight.jpg">1</a>), (2)</span><br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-83971489695969579742008-12-09T08:04:00.005+05:302008-12-09T10:08:33.662+05:30How to Read & Write KoreanMany of you might be thinking that Korean is very difficult to read or write as it contains all kinds of drawings like Chinese. But in actual it is not like Chinese, it can be considered one of the simplest script, and <div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/ST3f1srpJZI/AAAAAAAADxM/t6P2KR8e5TM/s1600-h/Korean_alphabets.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/ST3f1srpJZI/AAAAAAAADxM/t6P2KR8e5TM/s400/Korean_alphabets.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277620451968361874" border="0" /></a></div>You can learn in few hours. If you practice for a day, that would be more than enough. After suggestion from one of my friend I thought of going for it. I got some link from Google search which seemed to be to be pretty good, and learned in two days. I am sharing my learning here, so that may be it would also make you interested in learning how to read and write Korean.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Below is the alphabets and in brackets is the pronunciation of the same. The first 14 are consonants and rest 10 are vowels. In vowels you can see that with little modification of first you get other vowel, which are similar in pronunciation. Every character thus shown has a wired name in Korean, forget about that, remember the pronunciation.The alphabet was invented in 1443 during the reign of the Great King Sejong. There are 14 basic consonants and 10 basic vowels. Letters that have similar sounds also have similar shapes, so it is easy to learn.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The letters are grouped into syllable blocks containing an initial consonant (which may be silent or double), one or two vowels (below or to the right), and sometimes a final consonant (below), as shown in the below syllable<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/ST3zxNhHiHI/AAAAAAAADxc/o-gy8oz9yZ4/s1600-h/StationName.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/ST3zxNhHiHI/AAAAAAAADxc/o-gy8oz9yZ4/s400/StationName.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277642365115795570" border="0" /></a>I will give you an Example of a station name, you can see in the below figure. If you see the first syllable, its (s+eo) - refer to above table and (ch+o) = Seocho. So happy reading Korean.<br /><br />You may find some more letters, which are not very common, so this must give a good insight in to 99% korean words, and there may be cases with four letters in one syllables and which is also as simple to read as one explained above. If a letter is repeated, then you have to stress that word, as in bitter.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Even if don't know many Korean words, you can have still have fun "decoding" some words in a Korean text, such as words borrowed from English, the names of famous people, place names, and product brand names. I have learned to read and write Korean from<a href="http://www.learnlangs.com/RWP/Korean/Korean%20-%20Lesson%201.htm"> this Site </a><br />-<br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-79743057898599582402008-12-04T05:51:00.002+05:302010-07-01T17:12:10.159+05:30Madikeri - A memorable trip<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Abbi%20falls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Abbi%20falls.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 321px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 429px;" /></a>This is abbi falls. The photo is taken in rainy season. A beautiful falls close to madikeri, around 6-8kms from madikeri. Now there is some some project going on. So u may not be allowed to get in to water. But a very nice place, you must see this in your life time.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Bramhagiri.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Bramhagiri.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 430px;" /></a>This is the view from the top of Brahma Giri. It was fully covered with mist when we went there. It cleared for while, and we took a photograph. It's said that the Bhagandeshwara muni was doing all his "Tapas" here on the top of this "Giri". You can see a small water filled excavation, which is believed to be the "yajna kunda" of Bhagandeshwara muni.<br />
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The place is quite cool, and you will feel the clouds going across you. Nice place to spend some time out of city in the week end.<br />
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This place is some 8 kms from bhagamandala. you will get buses from madikeri to here. Its with in 25-30km from madikeri<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Iggu%20tappa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Iggu%20tappa.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 431px;" /></a>This view is in front of Iggutappa temple. The nature at it's best. This is during july. A remote place where you will really come of stress and enjoy the beauty of nature.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Iggu%20tappa%20temple.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Iggu%20tappa%20temple.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 430px;" /></a>The Iggutappa Temple, Iggutappa is worshiped by coorgies. This temple has been built in a coorgy style. This is also at around 30kms from Madikeri. There is nothing much to see here except the temple, But on the way to this temple you will you will enjoy the beauty of coorg a lot. such a wonderful place to go.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Rajaseat_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1600/Rajaseat_1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 430px;" /></a>The Raja seat, in kannada it means the King's seat..!. In olden days the kings use to come here for enjoying the beauty of nature. A very good view point. In the photo u can see a small temple like structure. That is the Raja seat. You will find the place awesome in the evening. Its near to Madikeri city. Just walkable distance.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28054%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28054%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 430px;" /></a>Kaveri Nisarga Dhama, This is a kind of island. You have to go through a hanging bridge to reach this place. The only animals u can see here are the deers and monkeys. U will find some rabbits also. The place has many huts (Guest house made of wood), you can all it as wooden cottage..!!. One can go here in holidays to stay.<br />
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</div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28045%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28045%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 430px;" /></a>The Golden Temple, the place is around 25kms from Madikeri. The plcae is fully occupied by bhuddists. Its known as Tibetian colony. Its in Bilakuppe. It's a budha temple, very beautiful, and utter silence inside. You have to go through kushala nagar to reach this place.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28032%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28032%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 573px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 430px;" /></a>This one is built recently..!<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28021%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28021%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 431px;" /></a>The boat had just arrived to pick us up to the other side of the river. There is a reserve forest on that side.<br />
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you can go for a round on elephant. Rs.50 for four. but its worth it. you can see wild elephants and other animals too. But don't wait if there is a queue for that. you have lot of other things to see in coorg..!!<br />
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The other side of the river you can see the reserved forest, where you can find wild elephants and other animals.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28019%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28019%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 430px;" /></a>This is on the way to Dubare. The paddy field. Such a great place..!! you can see the freshness of the weather..!<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28029%29_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7688/1675/1024/Picture%28029%29_1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 431px;" /></a>This is a nice place to visit. But there is a comment on this statement. You should visit only during rainy season. Other wise it will be just a visit to see how the dam had been constructed. There will not be any water flowing out of it like the one u can see in this picture..<br />
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It creates a fear in your heart. It'll be flowing out at that speed. The sound is terrific..!!<br />
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Its on the way to Golden temple. The police people don't allow you to take camera inside. If you wanna take it anyway take a Mega pixel camera and keep it in the front pocket ..!! They will check the pant pockets..!.. If u are caught i am not responsible..!! Its a very good place to see if u visit at around August first or second week..!!Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-23088152064134499372008-10-23T22:04:00.001+05:302008-10-24T07:54:52.001+05:30ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಮತ್ತು ಮುಗ್ಧ ಮನಸ್ಸು<div style="text-align: justify;">ಹೇಳ್ತಾರೆ, ಮುಗ್ಧತೆಗೆ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಹೆಸರೇ ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಎಂದು. ಅದು ಅಕ್ಷರಸಹ ನಿಜ. ಅವರಾಡುವ ಮಾತುಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇಳುತ್ತ ಇದ್ದರೆ ನೋವೆಲ್ಲ ಮರೆತು ಹೋಗುತ್ತದೆ.ಈಗಂತೂ ಬದಲಾದ ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಮಾತು ಕೇಳಲು ಸಿಗುವುದೇ ಅಪರೂಪ. ಹಿಂದಿನ ಹಳ್ಳಿ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಅಕ್ಕಪಕ್ಕದ ಮನೆ ಮಕ್ಕಳೋ, ಇಲ್ಲ ಸಂಬಂಧಿಕರ ಮಕ್ಕಳೋ ಆಡುವ ಮಾತುಗಳನ್ನು, ಕೀಟಲೆಗಳನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ ಸಂತಸಪಡುತಿದ್ದೆವು. ಈಗ ನಮ್ಮ ಮಕ್ಕಳಾದರೂ ಅವರನ್ನ ಪ್ಲೇ-ಹೋಮ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋಗುವ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿ. ಅವರನ್ನು ನೋಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಇಲ್ಲವೇ ಅವರ ಜತೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸಮಯ ಕಳೆಯಲೂ ಸಮಯ ಸಿಗದಷ್ಟು ಜೀವನ ಗೊಂದಲದ ಗೂಡಾಗಿದೆ. ಇದರ ಮದ್ಯೆ ಎಲ್ಲೋ ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಮಾತುಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇಳ ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ, ನಾವು ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಜವಗಿಯೂ ಏನನ್ನೋ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳುತಿದ್ದೇವೆ ಅನಿಸದೆ ಇರದು.<br /><br />ಹೀಗೆ ಒಂದು ಅನುಭವವಾಯಿತು ನನಗೆ, ಈ ಮಹಾನಗರಿಯ ಬಸ್ಸಿನ ಪ್ರಯಣದ ವೇಳೆ. ನಾನು ಆಫೀಸಿನಿಂದ ಮನೆಗೆ ಬರ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೆ. ನನ್ನ ಪಕ್ಕದ ಸೀಟಿನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಬ್ಬರು ಅರವತ್ತು ಪ್ರಾಯದ ಹುಡುಗಿ, ಆವರ ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಒಬ್ಬ ಮುದ್ದು ಹುಡುಗ ಕಿಟಕಿಯಿಂದಾಚೆಗೆ ಇಣುಕಿ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ. ಅವನ ವೇಶಭೂಷಣಗಳಿಂದ ಅವನೊಬ್ಬ ಬಡಕುಟುಂಬಕ್ಕೆ ಸೇರಿದ್ದನೆಂದು ಹೇಳಬಹುದಾಗಿದ್ದರೂ, ಆ ಕಂಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಇರುವ ಕಾಂತಿ ಎಲ್ಲರ ಮನಗೆಲ್ಲುವಂತಹುದು. ನಮಗೆ ಕಾಣದ್ದು ಅವನಿಗೆ ಏನು ಕಂಡಿತೋ ನಾನರಿಯೆ. ಆದರೆ ಅವನ ಮುಖದಲ್ಲಿನ ಖುಶಿಯಿಂದ ಈ ಕಿಟಕಿ ದೃಶ್ಯಗಳು ಅವನಿಗೆ ಮುದನೀಡಿವೆ ಅನ್ನುವುದು ವ್ಯಕ್ತವಾಗುತ್ತಿತು, ನಾನು ಚಿಕ್ಕವನಿದ್ದಾಗ ತಂಗಿ ಜೊತೆ ಕಿಟಕಿ ಸೀಟಿಗಾಗಿ ಜಗಳ ಆಡಿದ್ದು, ರಿಪ್ಪನ್-ಪೇಟೆಯ ಚಿಕ್ಕಮ್ಮನ ಮನೆಯಿಂದ ಊರಿಗೆ ವಾಪಾಸು ಬರುವಾಗ ದಾರಿಯುದ್ದಕ್ಕೂ ತಂಗಿ ಜೊತೆ ನಾಯಿ ಲೆಕ್ಕ ಮಾಡುತ್ತ ಬಂದಿದ್ದು, ಇದೆಲ್ಲ ನೆನಪಿಗೆ ಬಂದು ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಬಾಲ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಕರೆದೊಯ್ದ ಈ ಬಸ್ಸಿನ ಪ್ರಯಣಕ್ಕೆ ಕೃತಜ್ನತೆ ಹೇಳಿದೆ.<br /><br />ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ಜಂಕ್ಷನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ ಜಾಮ್ ಆಯ್ತು, ಆಗ ಮುದುಕಿ ತನ್ನಷ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಗೊಣಗಲು ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿತು, “ಬೆಂಗಳೂರೆಲ್ಲ ಹೀಗೆ.. ಬೆಂಗಳೂರೆಲ್ಲ ಹೀಗೆ .. “ ಎಂದು. ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದ ಆ ಹುಡುಗನಿಗೆ ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಹೀಗೆ ಯಾಕೆ ಹೇಳ್ತಾ ಇದೆ ಅಂತ ತಿಳೀದೇ “ಯಾಕಜ್ಜಿ.. ಯಾಕಜ್ಜಿ..?” ಅಂತ ಕೇಳಿದ್ರೆ ಆ ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಸಿಟ್ಟು ಮನಸ್ಸಲ್ಲೇ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಯೆಡಿಯೂರಪ್ಪನೇ ಕಾರಣ ಅನ್ನೋ ತರ, ವೀರೋದ ಪಕ್ಷದ ಖರ್ಗೆ ಸ್ವರ ಮಾಡಿ “ಚೀಫ್ ಮಿನಿಷ್ಟರ್ ಸತ್ತಹೋಗಿದ್ದಾನೆ..” ಅಂದಳು. ಪಾಪ ಈ ಮಗುಗೆ ಅವಳ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಕೋಪ ಹೇಗೆ ಅರ್ಥವಾಗಬೇಕು? ಸತ್ತುಹೋದವರು ಯಾರು, ಬಸ್ಸು ಯಾಕೆ ಮುಂದೆ ಹೊಗ್ತಾ ಇಲ್ಲ, ಇದೇನೂ ತಿಳಿಯದೆ ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಕಡೆ ಮುಖ ಮಾಡಿ “ಯಾರಜ್ಜಿ ಸತ್ತುಹೋಗಿದ್ದು, ಆ ಟಿಕೇಟ್ ಕೊಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ರಲ್ಲ, ಅವ್ರಾ?” ಅಂತ ಕೇಳಿದಾಗ ನನಗೆ ನಗು ತಡೆಯಲಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅಜ್ಜಿಗೂ ಆ ಮಾತು ಕೇಳಿ ಯೆಡಿಯೂರಪ್ಪನ ಮೇಲಿನ ಕೋಪ ಎಲ್ಲ ಮರೆತುಹೋಗಿ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ನಕ್ಕುಬಿಟ್ಟರು. ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಜನ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಇರೋದ್ರಿಂದ ಕಂಡಕ್ಟರ್ ಅಲ್ಲೆ ಹಿಂದಿನ ಸೀಟಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಅವ ಇವತ್ತು ಎಷ್ಟು ದುಡ್ಡು ಸರಕಾರಕ್ಕೆ ಮೋಸಮಾಡಿದ್ದಿನಿ ಅನ್ನೊದು ಲೆಕ್ಕ ಸಿಗದೆ, ಇನ್ನು ಒಂದಿಷ್ಟು ಜನರಿಗೆ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಟಿಕೇಟು ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಲಾಭ ಕಮ್ಮಿಯಾಯಿತು ಅನ್ನೊ ಕೊರಗಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಂಡು ಬಂದ. ಅವನು ಈ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ವಿಷಯಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಖುಷಿ ಪಡುವ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನವನಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.<br /><br />ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ನಗುವನ್ನು ಹತ್ತಿಕ್ಕಿ, “ಇಲ್ಲಪ್ಪ, ಅವನಲ್ಲ ಸತ್ತುಹೋಗಿದ್ದು!” ಅಂದ್ರೆ, “ಮತ್ಯಾರು? ಬಸ್ಸು ಒಡ್ಸ್ತಾ ಇದ್ರಲ್ಲ ಅವ್ರಾ?” ಅಂತ ಕೇಳಿದಾಗ ಇನ್ನು ಜಾಸ್ತಿನೇ ನಗು ಬಂತು. ಅಜ್ಜಿ “ಏನೋ ನೀನು? ಮಿನಿಷ್ಟರ್ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ವ?” ಅಂತ ಕೇಳಿದರೆ, ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ನಾಚಿಕೆ ಆದವನಂತೆ ಮುಖಮಾಡಿ “ನಂಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ” ಅಂದ. ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಮಾತು ಬದಲಾಯಿಸಿ “ನಿನ್ನ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ ಹಬ್ಬ ಅಂತೆ, ಸ್ವೀಟ್ ಎಲ್ಲ ಎಲ್ಲಿ?” ಕೇಳಿದ್ರೆ “ಅದನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಆವಾಗ್ಲೆ ಹಂಚಿ ಆಯ್ತು, ಈಗ ಎಲ್ಲ ಖಾಲಿ” ಅಂದ. ಮತ್ತೆ ಅಜ್ಜಿ ಇನ್ನು ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಕೇಳ್ತಾಳೆ ಅಂತ ನಾಚಿಕೆ ಆಗಿ ಮುಂದೆ ಕೂತಿದ್ದ ತನ್ನ ತಾಯಿಯ ಪಕ್ಕ ಹೋಗಿ ಕೂತ. ಇಷ್ಟೋತ್ತಿಗೆ ನನ್ನ ನಿಲ್ದಾಣ ಬಂದಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಒತ್ತಡದ ಬದುಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ರೀತಿಯ ಒಂದೊಂದು ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಪ್ರಸಂಗಗಳು ಮನಸ್ಸನ್ನು ನಿಜವಾಗಲು ಹಗುರ ಮಾಡುತ್ತವೆ ಅನಿಸಿತು. ಮತ್ತೆ ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದು ಅದೇ ಗುಂಗಲ್ಲಿ ಇನ್ನೊಮ್ಮೆ ಬಾಲ್ಯ ಬಂದರಾಗದೇ ಅನಿಸದೆ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ.<br /><br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-32981830723984405582008-10-16T15:40:00.001+05:302008-10-17T12:33:46.806+05:30ಹೀಗೊಂದು ಸಂಜೆ ..<div style="text-align: justify;">ಈ ಮಳಿಯೇ ಹೀಂಗೆ.. ಕೊಡಿ ತಂದ್ ದಿನ ಮಳಿ ಬತ್ತಿಲ್ಲೆ, ತರ್ದಿದ್ ದಿನ ಜೋರ್ ನೆರಿ. ಹೀಂಗೆ ಅಯಿತ್ ನಿನ್ನೆ. ಕೆಲ್ಸ ಮುಗ್ಸಿ ಕೆಳಗೆ ಬತ್ತೆ, ಎಂಥ ಹೇಳುದು.. ಕಪ್ ಕಟ್ಟಿ ಜೋರ್ ನೆರಿ ಹೊಯಿತಾ ಇತ್. ಆರ್ ಗಂಟಿಗೆಲ್ಲಾ ಒಂಬತ್ ಗಂಟಿ ಕಣಂಗ್ ಆಯಿತ್. ಮೊದಲೆಲ್ಲ ಮಳಿ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ತಲಿಬಿಸಿ ಮಾಡ್ಕಂತಿರ್ಲ. ಮಳಿ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಒಂತರ ಖುಶಿ. ಆ ಮಳಿಯಂಗೆ ಡ್ರೈವ್ ಮಾಡುಕೇನೋ ಒಂತರಾ ಗಮ್ಮತ್. ರಸ್ತಿ ಬದಿಯಂಗೆ ಜನ ಆಚೆ ಈಚೆ ಹಾರುವರ್ ಯಾರು ಇರುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಈ ಬೈಕಿನರ್ ಎಲ್ಲ ಕಮ್ಮಿ, ಎಲ್ಲಾರು ಅಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ್ ಅಂಗಡಿ ಬದಿಯಂಗೆ ಕೂಕಂಡ್ ಮಳಿ ಬಿಡುದನ್ನೆ ಕಾಯ್ತಾ ಇರ್ತ್ರ್. ನಂದೆ ಕೆಲ್ಸ ಬಿಡುವತಿಗೆ ಮಳಿ ಬಂದ್ರೆ ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಖುಶಿ ಆಪುದ್.<br /><br />ಆರೆ ಈ ಕೆಲು ದಿನದಿಂದ ನಮ್ ದಿನ ಸಮ ಇಲ್ಲ, ಕಾರ್ ಆಕ್ಸಿಡೆಂಟ್ ಆರ್ ಮೇಲೆ, ಸುಮಾರ್ ದಿನದಿಂದ ಬಸ್ಸಲ್ಲೇ ಬಪ್ಪುದ್. ಈ ಆಟೋದವರನ್ನ ಕಂಡ್ರೇ ನಂಗೆ ಆತಿಲ್ಲ. ಅವರು ಹೇಳು ರೇಟ್ ಕೆಂಡ್ರೆ ರಕ್ತ ಕೊದ್ದ್ ಹೊತ್ತ್. ಅವರ್ ಹೇಳು ಮಾತಿಗೆ ಇಚಾರ್-ಆಚಾರ್ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಯಾರ್ ಹಂಗ್ ಬೇಡ ಅನಳಿ ಬಸ್ಸಲ್ಲೇ ಬಪ್ಪುದ್. ಆರೆ ನಾನ್ ಇಪ್ಪು ಪ್ಲೇಸಿಗೆ ಸಮ ಬಸ್ ಇತ್ತನಳಿ ಮಾಡಿರ್ಯ? ಒಂದ್ ಬಸ್ ತಪ್ಪಿ ಹೋರೆ ಇನ್ನ್ ಒಂದ್ ಅರ್ಧ ಗಂಟೆ ಕಾಯಿಕ್.<br /><br />ಮಳಿ ಏನ್ ನಿಲ್ಲು ಹಾಂಗೆ ಕಾಂತಿಲ್ಲಪ. ಇನ್ನ್ ಬಸ್ ಸ್ಟಾಂಡಿಗಾರೂ ಹೊಯಿಕಾಲೆ. ಇಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಇಲ್ಲೆ ಆಯಿಕಂಡ್ರೆ ಸೈ. ಈ ಮರ್ಲ್ ಮಳಿ ಬಿಡತ್ತ್ ಅಂದಳಿ ಹ್ಯಾಂಗ್ ಹೇಳುದ್. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಇನ್ನೇನ್ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಹನಿ ಹನಿ ಅಂಬತಿಗೆ ಹೊರ್ಟೆ. ಬಸ್ ಸ್ಟಾಂಡಿಗೆ ಬಂದ್ರೆ ಎಂತಾ ಹೇಳುದು, ಎಷ್ಟ್ ಹೊತ್ತಾರು ಒಂದ್ ಬಸ್ ಇಲ್ಲೆ. ಇವತ್ತ್ ಮಳಿ ಅಂದಳಿ ಆಟೊದರ್ ಎಲ್ಲ ಮನಸಿಗೆ ಬಂದಷ್ಟ್ ಹೇಳ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಿರ್. ರಸ್ತಿ ಬದಿಯಂಗಾರು ನಿತ್ಕಂಬುಕ್ ಇತ್ತಾ? ಈ ಬಡ್ಡಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳ್ ನೀರ್ ಹಾರ್ಸ್ಕಂಡ್ ಹೋಪುದ್. ನಂಗತ್ತೂ ನಮ್ಮದ್ ಅಂದಳಿ ಒಂದ್ ಗಾಡಿ ಇಲ್ಲದಿರೆ ಹೆಂಗ್ ಆತ್ ಅಂದಳಿ ಗೊತ್ತಾಯಿತ್.<br /><br />ಅತ್ ಕಾಂಬುದ್ ಇತ್ ಕಾಂಬುದ್, ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಬದಿಗ್ ಹೋಪ್ಯು ಬಸ್ ಬತ್ತ್, ಆರೆ ನಮ್ ಬದಿಗ್ ಹೋಪು ಬಸ್ ಇಲ್ಲಾ ಕಾಣಿ. ಸುತ್ತ ಮುತ್ತ ಇದ್ದರೇಲ್ಲ ಕೆಲುವರ್ ಸಾಯಿಲಿ ಇನ್ ಆಪುದಲ್ಲ ಅಂದಳಿ ಆಟೊ ಹಿಡ್ಕ ಹೋರೆ, ಇನ್ನ್ ಕೆಲುವರ್ ಬೈಕ್ ಅಡ್ಡ ಹಾಕಿ ಹೋರ್. ನಾನ್ ಮಾತ್ರ ಬಸ್ ಬರ್ಕ್, ನಾ ಮನಿಗ್ ಹೋಯಿಕ್ ಅಂದಳಿ ಗಟ್ಟಿ ಮಾಡ್ಕಂಡ ಕೂತಿದಿ.<br /><br />ಅಂತು ಇಂತು ಒಂದ್ ಬಸ್ ಬಂತ್. ಅದನ್ನ ಕಂಡ್ರೆ ಹತ್ತು ಬಾಪ್ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಆರೆ ಮಳಿ ಎನ್ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಆದಂಗ್ ಇತ್ತಪ. ಇನ್ನ್ ಇಲ್ಲೆ ಕೂಕಂಡ್ರೆ ಇಲ್ಲೆ ಸ್ನಾನ ಆತ್ ಅಂದಳಿ ಹೆಂಗೋ ಅದ್ರೋಳಗೆ ತೂರ್ಕಂಡೆ. ಮನಿ ಬಂದ ಬೀಳುವತಿಗೆ ಅರ್ಧ ಜೀವ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಮೈ ಎಲ್ಲ ಒರ್ಸ್ಕಂಡ್, ಒಂದ್ ಕಟ್ಟಂಗೆ ಚಾ ಕುಡ್ದ್ರ್ ಮೇಲೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಅಯ್ಯಬ್ಬ ಅಮಂಗ್ ಆಯಿತ್. ನಾಳೆಯಿಂದ ಕಾರ್ ವಾಪಸ್ ಬಪ್ಪಲ್ಲೊರಿಗೆ ಮಳಿ ಬಾರ್ಲಿ, ಬರ್ದೆ ಇರ್ಲಿ, ಕೊಡಿ ಒಂದ್ ನೆನಪ್ ಮಾಡಿ ತಕ ಹೊಯಿಕ್.<br /><br />ಇದನ್ನು <a href="http://sampada.net/blog/prashymh/16/10/2008/12695">ಸಂಪದ</a>ದಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಕಟಿಸಿದ್ದೇನೆ, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೋತ್ಸಾಹಕ್ಕೆ ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು.<br /><br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-46390214235933553542008-10-07T14:42:00.001+05:302008-10-07T14:51:44.072+05:30Linux and Me<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOso1utZjyI/AAAAAAAADic/stI20eas5zw/s1600-h/ubuntu.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOso1utZjyI/AAAAAAAADic/stI20eas5zw/s400/ubuntu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254338293794443042" border="0" /></a>There was a time in college where in these so called Linux-freaks use to argue with me about Linux saying Linux is so good, stable and powerful than windows, but I was a big fan of Microsoft, and for me Microsoft is like GOD, which gives you such a pretty OS with so minimal bugs! Whenever we write a small program we can see 100s of bugs and Imagine an OS, used by billions of people with millions of applications and so many just trying to hack and write viruses for them, after all that if windows is running with out problem 99% of the time then that’s really great.<br /><br />The one who use to argue with me used to blame windows for crashing and all that viruses they are troubled with, but my explanation is just as simple as explained above and I stick to windows for so user friendly and so fast, compared to the time it takes to do the same thing on windows. It’s just not imagination, but have personally used Linux on my machine, The Red Hat one, pretty old version of Linux, and just cant do anything better with that which I can do in windows.<br /><br />Time has passed and I am here in Samsung working on Real time operating systems, and the system software and architecture development. I never imagined this Linux will become so powerful and one day I have to make it work on our Samsung mobile just because people want Linux on their mobile too. I am studying the kernel internals of it and how it manages not to crash and the facilities it provide over windows. Now I am convinced that Linux is much prettier than it was as I imagined and started falling in love with it. And one day when you see Samsung phones with Linux running on it, don’t forget to remember me for my contribution. May be at some point your phone would be running the code I have written!<br /><br />By the way this Ubuntu flavor of Linux for laptops looks cool, and planning to get it on my laptop and I am using it for my official work, running virtually on Windows Xp, because still most of the work is comfortable on windows even the page I am typing now!<br /><br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-42648681049143561532008-10-05T15:50:00.000+05:302010-07-01T17:16:37.898+05:30Yakshagana<div style="text-align: justify;">Yakshagana is a classical folk art of South Canara (Undivided south Canara, including Mangalore and Udupi districts of Karnataka). It can also be seen in North Canara as well as Kasaragod of Kerala, and Shimoga districts to some extent. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiW9no7wJI/AAAAAAAADgU/C94bkCqdHg4/s1600-h/FullPagadeYakshagana.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiW9no7wJI/AAAAAAAADgU/C94bkCqdHg4/s400/FullPagadeYakshagana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253614950684541074" border="0" /></a>Traditionally, Yakshaganas would go on all night. It is sometimes simply called as Aataā in both Kannada and Tulu (meaning play). I is also called Bayalata, as name suggests it’s stage is normally put up on the paddy fields and people watch sitting on the fields, and may be some benches on backside.<br /><br />I can’t forget those days during my childhood where we use to go to Aata whenever it happens near our place and spent the whole night there, sometimes watching and sometimes simply sleeping on the ground in the crowd. We use to take along blankets to protect from cold. Normally they use to be the ones played by the troupes of temples funded by devotees. I use to enjoy the comedies in the stories made by the comedy artist. His look itself used to be very hilarious. The demon characters were really frightening, so called Rakshasa or “Bannada Vesha”. They are really colourful and it takes hours for them to do the makeup. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiXTXlp5-I/AAAAAAAADgc/Zpx0VY5qAg8/s1600-h/320795285_bc876a9809_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiXTXlp5-I/AAAAAAAADgc/Zpx0VY5qAg8/s400/320795285_bc876a9809_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253615324332943330" border="0" /></a>We sometimes go to the Chouki (the place where the artists get dressed) and spend some time watching how they get dressed, many senior artists used to dress and makeup themselves.<br /><br />Yakshagana consists of a <span style="font-style: italic;">Himmela (background musicians) </span>and a <span style="font-style: italic;">Mummela (dance group)</span>. Himmela consisting of Bhagawata, who is also the facilitator (singer), Maddale, Hormonium for drone and Chande (loud drums). The music is based on the Karnataka Sangeetha but with a heavy folk influence. A Yakshagana performance begins at the twilight hours with the beating of several fixed compositions on drums called Abbara or Peetike, for up to an hour before the 'actors' get on the stage. The actors wear resplendent costumes, head-dresses, and painted faces which they paint themselves. A performance usually depicts a story from the Hindu epics and puranas. It consists of a narrator(Baghawatha) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiY_QG3neI/AAAAAAAADg0/QDH-r8gK5ig/s1600-h/320793126_faab4912c8_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiY_QG3neI/AAAAAAAADg0/QDH-r8gK5ig/s400/320793126_faab4912c8_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253617177750642146" border="0" /></a>who either narrates the story by singing or sings precomposed dialogs of a character, backed by musicians playing on traditional musical instruments as the actors dance to the music, with actions that portray the story as it is being narrated. All the components of Yakshagana, music, dance and dialog are improvised. Depending on the ability and scholarship of the actors variation in dance and amount of dialog may change. It is not uncommon for actors to get into philosophical debates or arguments without going out of the framework of the character being enacted.<br /><br />I myself is very much interested in Yakshagana, I always try to watch it whenever I am in my native and get a chance to. But spending whole night becomes difficult these days, and to suit our timing concerns these days Tent Yakshagana’s are being organised (A commercial form, where in you pay and watch in a theatre). I myself played a small role once in my native in a “Sanghada Mela” (A group of people who have practised Yakshagana as a habit). I have also played a role in our company’s annual day on surprise event. It’s a wonderful experience to be a part of Yakshagana, make up is and the head wear is the most difficult thing to bear for long time. The head wear called as Keerita is tied tight and sometimes you feel fatigue.<br /><br />There are two variants of Yakshagana. In this fierce competition, the two styles differentiate from one another through the instruments played, but also through the costumes displayed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiX36espzI/AAAAAAAADgk/DcfewgsMhcM/s1600-h/320790970_fe174f95ab_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiX36espzI/AAAAAAAADgk/DcfewgsMhcM/s400/320790970_fe174f95ab_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253615952174294834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Badagutittū</span></span> style, as its name indicates, is prevalent in Northern parts of South Canara, that is, from Padubidri to Byndoor and North Canara District. It makes use of a typical Karnataka chande.[8] The Badagutittu style was popularized by Shivram Karanth's Yakshagana Mandira at Saligrama village in Dakshina Kannada as a shorter, more modern form of Yakshagana. Keremane Shivarama Heggade, the founder of the Yakshagana troupe, Idagunji Mahaganapathi Yakshagana Mandali is an exponent of this style of Yakshagana.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiYdzj5BoI/AAAAAAAADgs/STdieLxj4Is/s1600-h/320792905_fd438e990b_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiYdzj5BoI/AAAAAAAADgs/STdieLxj4Is/s400/320792905_fd438e990b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253616603152057986" border="0" /></a>The second variation, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">the Tenkutittu</span> style, is prevalent in Southern areas of South Canara, that is, from Mulki to Kasargod. It is accompanied by a Kerala maddalam. Another aspect that sets it closer to Kathakali than its northern counterpart is the less exuberant costumes, notable the demon ones. One notable practitioner of Tenkutittu style Yakshagana was the late Sheni Gopalakrishna Bhat.<br /><br />There are other forms of Yakshagana such as “Koodata”, “Jodata” and “Attanige Aata”. Koodata is where two troupes performs together in one stage, one troupe artists will take roles of “Pandavas” and other of “Kauravas” and thus there will be a healthy competition among the artists to give value to the roles they perform and if you get a chance to watch such a Koodata you should never miss it. A Jodata is where two troupes will perform separately on two stages side by side. Attanige Aata is one where there will be one stage above the other, like a two stories building, where they depict the earth on ground floor and Heaven on the top floor, but these days these type of Attanige Aata have reduced and almost extinct.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiZUqWo_PI/AAAAAAAADg8/3WGUocoMgV0/s1600-h/karant-full.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOiZUqWo_PI/AAAAAAAADg8/3WGUocoMgV0/s400/karant-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253617545573367026" border="0" /></a><br />Dr. K.S. Karanth is the foremost authority on Yakshagana and has been working on all its aspects, namely--dance, music, and literature, since 1930. He had given great contribution to Yakshagana and his contribution should be remembered and respected. He has led the way to a deep and systematic study of this art form. He has spent decades travelling to remote villages with in Karnataka to inspect and study every Yakshagana manuscript, the earliest going back to A.D. 1651. He has put together his findings in the shape of two standard books Yakshagana-Bayalata (1958) in Kannada, and Yakshagana in Kannada and English (1975).<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture Credits :<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakshagana"> Wikipedia</a></span><br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-12775815753726598352008-10-04T15:05:00.000+05:302010-07-01T17:16:37.905+05:30Kambala – Muddy Water Buffalo Race<div style="text-align: justify;">Kambala or the buffalo race is a form of folk art for the entertainment of people after the first crop after the rainy season and before the start of second crop, organised by few families in the District. It’s also believed that these fields used in Kambala are not cultivated by people as they are very large in size, in olden days the Bhootas or spirits use to do the work overnight. The roots of this type of buffalo race can be traced back to more than a thousand years. At that time Kambala was the event when farmers paid tribute to their gods for protecting their crops. According to people associated with the sport, it flourished under the royal patronage of kings and famous households in Mangalore. In the olden days, the buffaloes were brought in procession to the accompaniment of drum dance.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SZt0VMbzutI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/QZQIRabNpGU/s1600-h/Altaru+Kambala-3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SZt0VMbzutI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/QZQIRabNpGU/s400/Altaru+Kambala-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303960893622827730" border="0" /></a>In school days going to Kambala was of great interest for us, as there use to be a festive environment everywhere surrounding the Kambala field or track. People use to come from far off places and stay overnight near the field and the racing starts early next morning. People from far off places who come here a day or two early and help in preparing land for this sport. It’s called in Kannada or Tulu as “Hadana”. The winner of the race will normally be given the cash award. It was considered a pride to the owner of the winning pair.<br /><br />There will be a pair of bullocks in the family just for this purpose; they are called “Mani Hori” or the family bullocks of the family, who organize the Kambala, and they will come for racing only at the end, interested people will wait till the end to see this, it will be an eye feasting scene. A popular quote on the race explains this scene,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Hold your breath. Silence rules the air as thousands watch in stunned anticipation! The man is crouching behind the buffaloes on a slide of wood attached to the animals. Not a muscle moves. Only the wind is playing on his lock of hair. For him the race is all that matters. Suddenly the scene explodes, the man springs up, his hand cocked, his whip held high and the huge animals lunge forward, bellowing, their hooves churning the muddy waters and sending their wet spray in the hot air, their eyes wide, wild and white - man and beast engaged in one spurt of activity and one aim - victory."</span><br /><br />There are interesting stories associated with these Kambalas and their rituals. Near my place lot of Kambala happen every year and among them famous ones being Vandaru Kambala, Billady Kambala, and Yedthady Kambala, Vandaru being the biggest in Udupi district. In our school days parents use to say that, “if children go there they will put you guys in “Nigalan Bavi” (A sacred well of Vandaru where the crocodile lives, it’s called Nigala). It seems they had the tradition of giving a human to this crocodile every year on the day of Kambala, and the Kambala starts after giving pooja to this god. As far as I know, as I heard from my grandparents and old people around my place that the workers of the family who organise this Kambala use to come in night to the house of their “Okkalu” (In south canara, some families had a few tribal families as their permanent workers in olden days, and they are called as Okkalu), and tie a thread made of banana plant on their legs when they are asleep, and he will be the culprit or “Bali” for that year. He cannot escape for being dumped in to the well next day. They were not that daring at that time to talk against these rich families who arrange Kambala. But once what happened is the guy to whom the thread was tied, was a little intelligent and he removed that and tied to another guy who came to their house as guest. Next day they dumped the guest in to the well. Since guest is considered as equal to god it was a big mistake, and hence forth this ritual was dropped. But still parents warn us not to go there, saying you will be dropped in the well.<br /><br />There are more than 45 Kambalas held annually in the district between November to February.<br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-42308691838048989602008-10-02T18:39:00.000+05:302010-07-01T17:16:37.913+05:30Bhoota Kola – Spirit Worship<div style="text-align: justify;">The coastal districts of Karnataka, Udupi and Dakshina Kannada, collectively known as Tulu Nadu have always been unique from the rest of Karnataka. Rituals like Bhoota Kola, Nagaradhane (snake worship) have given it an identity, distinct from other parts of Karnataka. Bhoota Kola or Holy Spirit Worship is an ancient form of worship prevalent among the Tulu-speaking community. Bhoota worship has a known history of about eight centuries, but it can be traced back to ancient tribal era. It is not only a living tradition, but is getting revised with much vigour and growing interest. It is a complex thing with beliefs, rituals, and rules of worship, apparatus, literature, music and theatrical elements. In essence, the spirits or the bhootas worshipped are considered to be the guardians of the villages, and are believed to be having powers of helping, showing grace, trouble making etc. The nature, the powers, likes and dislikes of Bhootas vary. Bhootas have been playing an important role in the administration and in the folk judicial system.<br /><br />The spirit in question may be one of a number of different categories: bhuta, daiva, kule, preta, sirikulu, cikku, and others. Some of the prominent names among them are - Guliga, Panjurli, Koti-Chennaya (Baidyerlu), Raktheswari, Ullalthi, Kodamanithaya, Malaraya, koddhabbu, Orthe, Chikku, Haiguli, Vishnumoorthi, Annappa, Nayer, Jumadi, Koragathaniya etc. They include spirits of cultural heroes, animal spirits, ghosts, and anthropomorphic divinities of various sorts. Many spirits and categories of spirits have only vague identities, but the character of some is elaborately described in long oral narratives or paād-danāas(The songs sung in the Kola performances) which describe their birth, "adventures", and death. Many other spirits are incorporated into these cults under specific conditions. its exploits, miracles, greatness etc. The paddanas are sung only at certain stages of a Kola performance. They include many historical and cultural details, along with the story of a Bhoota.<br /><br />Kola means ‘wearing a costume’ or ‘playing a role’. Kola is the chief form of Bhoota worship. Usually it is an annual ceremony. It takes place on fixed dates as per the solar year. It may be at the family level, village level or at the level of a group of villages. The Holy Spirit is also known as 'Daiva'. Mostly this is relevant to few families which have been following this for hundreds of years. Such families might have a small temple like structure built which is known as 'Bhootada Gudi'. These families rely on the holy spirit to shower them with good fortune and protect them from the evil. Parba (Parva), Kola, Nema, Bali, Kendaseve are the varieties of Bhuta worship.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOTJwO7OiOI/AAAAAAAADac/SEwAyl2o8mU/s1600-h/BHOOTA+KOLA+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOTJwO7OiOI/AAAAAAAADac/SEwAyl2o8mU/s320/BHOOTA+KOLA+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252544895898257634" border="0" /></a>On the day of the Kola, we offer fruits and coconut to the Bhoota in his Gudi and followed by a “Annadana” at home depending on the ability of the family or the person. In the evening when the sun sets, family members and the neighbours gather near the “Bhootada Gudi”. Most of the people gathering come either for entertainment or to get solutions for the ever pending problems. The Bhootada Gudi is well decorated with lights and flowers to look like a stage for the Bhoota performance. The musicians, accompanied with drums and wind instruments are seated on another side are ready to provide beats of varying tempo for different stages in the processions. The pandal is well decorated with various figures made from palm leaf, mango leaf and areca flower.<br /><br />The person who invokes the bhoota or the spirit dresses up in colourful costumes, complete with a sword, bells and other such accessories. He is slowly prepared for self-hypnotism and for imposing the spirit on him. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOTKBBBSVeI/AAAAAAAADak/3pXY4K7i2Oo/s1600-h/BHOOTA+KOLA+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOTKBBBSVeI/AAAAAAAADak/3pXY4K7i2Oo/s320/BHOOTA+KOLA+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545184223352290" border="0" /></a>He is ceremoniously given oil for a ritual bath to make his body physically purified and mentally calm. Pastes from plant extract are used as a makeup for the impersonator. Different colours are used to symbolically display the characteristic features of the spirit. His wife, sister or mother sings the ballad or paād-danāas which narrates the birth of that spirit, its descent into the land, heroic deeds, its travels and sphere of influence etc.<br /><br />He now assumes the role of the spirit himself and starts calling the authorities to inquire the reason for his invocation. He addresses everyone according to his rank. The organizers propitiate the spirit and beg protection, prosperity, good crop and wealth for the entire community. If pleased, the spirit through the oracle conveys the pleasure and promises protection and prosperity. If the spirit is not satisfied, then he prescribes certain punitive rituals for acts of insult or impurity to the holy place or certain acts of commissions and omissions on part of the devotees. While settling the quarrels or disputes the impersonator assumes the role of a tribunal and conducts him in a dignified manner as upholder of truth and righteousness. The decision of the impersonator is final without provision for appeal.<br /><br />It is also believed that each place will have some Stala Bhootas and some are immigrants, which migrated with people when they travelled from one place to another. Some are the spirits of the ancestors who died years back, sometimes these existence of Bhootas will come to know during Kola, that those spirits wanted to see the family once in a while, so they need be to given some offering on some special occasions. There is a occasion called “Jakni” where in we give the offering to those ancestors who visit family once in a while. Bhuta worship is an intimate part of the life of the people. It is a forum for social contact, community life, celebration of festival and entertainment - all in one<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo Credits : (<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kgirishshenoy/BHOOTAKOLA">2 pics</a>)</span><br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-51674115501528329942008-10-02T14:20:00.000+05:302010-07-01T17:16:37.935+05:30Tulu Language - Script and History<div style="text-align: justify;">Tulu language is one of the five Dravidian languages of South India (others being Tamil, Telugu, Kannada and Malayalam). Tulu is spoken by about more than 2 million people as their mother tongue in a small niche, mainly in coastal Karnataka and Northern Karala (Kasaragod district), called as Tulunadu. Tulu, derived from proto-Dravidian, and is one the oldest Dravidian languages, you will be convinced with this statement when you read the facts revealed during the study and research.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tulu Script</span><br /><br />A script called Tulu is used in Tulunadu for centuries. All Tulu classics discovered recently are in Tulu script, and some in other scripts. This Tulu script was being used by Brahmins. Till recently they were using it for writing Mantras, for accounts etc. Since hundreds of years, Tulu Brahmins were going to Kerala Temples for Agama Sastra rituals. They took the Tulu writing with them to Kerala, thus they carried the Tulu script to Kerala. Malayalam had not developed a script of its own by that time. The upper castes and classes of Keralites started close contacts with the Tulu Brahmins and hence they adopted the Tulu script, and later adopted it to what is now called the Malayalam script. (Reference: 'Tulu -Nadu-Nudi' by P.V. Puninchathaya).<br /><br />As researches indic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOSO2F3-T_I/AAAAAAAADZQ/78L7Yz7uC30/s1600-h/tululipi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOSO2F3-T_I/AAAAAAAADZQ/78L7Yz7uC30/s400/tululipi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252480125361868786" border="0" /></a>ate, Tulu as a language branched off from Dravidian language, at least a thousand years earlier to Malayalam. So it is unlikely that a language much younger gave a script to an older language. Actually, probably Malayalam as an independent language was yet to be evolved, when Tulu had its own classical literature. So Tulu could not borrow a Malayalm script, simply because it did not exist. What existed was a Tulu Script, later taken by Malayalam. Another important proof of its antiquity is that the pundits (‘Mattadipatis') use only Tulu for their signature since the beginning of Matta tradition, despite the high status of Sanskrit in Mutts. Neither Sanskrit nor Kannada, but Tulu script is the official script of the Mattas in Tulunadu. Hence, it is a script evolved in Tulu area that was later adopted for Malayalam. Hence it is Tulu script, and not Malayalam script nor Tulu-Malayalam script. To call Tulu script as Malayalam is both wrong and unfortunate.<br /><br />In the first half of 19th century the German missionaries undertook a renaissance of the language. Unfortunately, they published Tulu literature and materials related to Christianity in the Kannada script as they had established printing presses in that language in Mangalore. In addition the German missionaries also produced Tulu lexicon and Tulu-English dictionary. They are also credited with transcription of Tulu folklore, Tulu proverbs and works on spirit worship in Tulu Nadu. Printing material in the Kannada script led to further disuse of the original Tulu script. By late 19th century Tulu script became remote and was endangered. Today there are no books or literature in the Tulu script and there are only a handful of Tuluvas who can read the script.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tulu Literatures</span><br /><br />The earliest piece of literature, Tulu Mahabharata is from the 15th century written in Tulu script. Another manuscript that was discovered Tulu Devimahatme, a prose work like the Mahabharata, is also from the 15th century. Two epic poems written in 17th century namely Sri Bhagavata and Kaveri has also been found. Madhvacharya’s eight Muttas established in Udupi in the 13th century were centres of Tulu literature during his lifetime and thereafter. However, very little of this has survived. So it is not inconceivable (as it is claimed) that Madhvacharya himself did all his writings in the Tulu script.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Tulu Dialects</span><br /><br />All the classic literatures discovered thus far are written only in one of the four dialects of the language,<br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>The Brahmin dialect, the dialect spoken by Brahmins in the southern part of Tulu Nadu and is used in these manuscripts. The priests belonged to a sect of Tuluva Brahmins called the Shivalli Brahmins. Tulu script was used by these Brahmins to write mantras. The Brahmin dialect also has imported many Sanskrit words into its dialect and lexicon.</li><li>The Common dialect, which is spoken by the non-Brahmin class, was not used in writings of Tulu. However, the Common dialect is used in many of the folk songs, proverbs and riddles. The folk songs called the Paaddanas are treasures reflective of the rich culture of Tulu Nadu. They also allow a glimpse into the society of Tuluva people. These were never written down and have been passed on through generations as oral traditional songs.</li><li>Jain dialect, Spoken by the Jains in the northern part of Tulu Nadu. </li><li>Tribal dialect, Spoken by tribal people; closely resembles the Common dialect</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Research and Study Reveals the following facts</span><br /><br />Research in Tulu language and script has been sorely lacking. In 1856 Robert Caldwell undertook a systematic study of the Tulu language with his monumental work, “A Comparative Grammar of Dravidian or South Indian Family of Languages.” Caldwell called Tulu one of the most developed Dravidian languages. In 1872 J. Bigel wrote, “Grammar of The Tulu Language.” Then in the 20th century S. U. Panniyadi and L.V. Ramaswamy Iyer published more books about its grammar. These authors contended that the language was well developed, and was one of the earliest off-shoots of proto-South Dravidian language, with many dialectal variations. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOSYmiQgsOI/AAAAAAAADaA/OEt_TbkmWWY/s1600-h/Tulu-Origin.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SOSYmiQgsOI/AAAAAAAADaA/OEt_TbkmWWY/s400/Tulu-Origin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252490853219348706" border="0" /></a>Tamil, Malayalam and Kannada also were derived from it, whereas Telugu was derived from proto-Central Dravidian. There is renewed interest in the language as evidenced by the fact that many universities both in India and abroad are promoting more research of Tulu language. Rashtrakavi Govinda Pai Research Center in Udupi has encouraged such research. Dr. D.N. Shankar Bhat and Dr. Padmanabha Kekunnaya have been doing commendable, ongoing research in the field.<br /><br />Tulu is now disappearing in Tulu country and has established itself in Kerala. This, like many, is a paradox. So Tulu script has become a daughter of the in laws, and in-law of the motherland. The use of Kannada for Tulu is the reason for this peculiar situation. The modern Tulu writings are using Kannada script. So it is natural that Tulu script is not likely to be revived for writing Tulu.<br /><br />After all people from somewhere else came here and did study of Tulu Language and culture, and got doctorate for their findings and studies and some of our people also have contributed a lot. So being from Tulunadu one should at least know about their language, its history and who and all have contributed to its study and growth. This is my little effort in that direction. Many books and web resources have been referred for writing this article, hope this gives you a detailed picture of Tulu language, if so my effort is worth.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >References: </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />• <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.yakshagana.com">The Tulu Script </a><br />• <a href="http://www.boloji.com/">Tulu Language: Its Script and Dialects </a><br />• <a href="http://www.yakshagana.com/tulu-recog.htm">Recognition for Tulu</a></span></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-16568413133877732182008-05-09T10:28:00.002+05:302008-10-05T16:41:59.797+05:30Secret of Birth and Death<div style="text-align: justify;">This is always ma favorite topic, I had read many books related to this topic and everyone's way of description is different, but there is a common thing in all of them. When I analyze with what I know, and what I feel is possible, and adding a bit of science to it, it forms as a nice theory, which may be interesting for you to read. So just go on…<br /><br />As most of us, who know a bit of science, know that Energy can neither be created or nor be destroyed. It can be transformed to another form. And as per E = MC2 Energ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SCPaTqpwidI/AAAAAAAAAzs/EOEUEilbbbw/s1600-h/reincarnation2.jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/SCPaTqpwidI/AAAAAAAAAzs/EOEUEilbbbw/s320/reincarnation2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198238426317490642" border="0" /></a>y can be converted to matter or mass and vice-versa. The statement of Hindu mythology holds well here, It says the whole universe is nothing, which is it’s simply zero! So where does this energy and matter came from? Energy can be positive energy and negative energy, as u might have heard of it. So in that sense if you add up all the energy and matter in this universe the resultant is zero, there is nothing in this universe. It’s just a false impression we are living on ...<br /><br />So now we can as well say, by Einstein's law that somehow masses have been formed from the energy in the universe! But how does the life evolved in the universe? Again we will go to mythology. It says that there are five kinds of materials in the world; they are Air, Water, Earth, Fire, and Light. When all of these come in contact with energy the life is formed!! And this energy is nothing but the Atma, it is a part of Paramatma, when it needs a life to be formed, a portion of energy from Paramatma is allocated, as we allocate memory from heap!! And life is formed!! . So what is death then? It’s still simple; the energy leaves the mass and gets added to Paramatma. It can be considered as the work is done in this world and the memory can be de-allocated and added to heap.<br /><br />Then what are heaven and hell? During the course of stay in this material word the energy is transformed and transmitted. You may be aware that when someone speaks in front of you, you are influenced or in other world your soul’s energy level is changed either positively or negatively. So the energy level changes because of human actions, the energy I mean is the energy gained to the soul. And not to the material body! So this gain can be positive or negative, so finally when your soul leaves the body, it needs to have fit in to some minimum energy level, (positive energy) to get back to Paramatma, as we can assume that all the energy came to this universe from Paramatma as life is positive and when you return it should be positive !!!<br /><br />So if you proceed more in the same direction, you can say that the Atma gain negative energy by doing "paap" (Crime) and gains positive energy by doing "punya" (Good), so the one who has lot of positive energy will be given all the pleasure in heaven and his energy is reduced to the initial value and then added to Paramatma, and this process is called "Moksha"!!!! And the similar way one who has negative energy will be given good treatment in hell and made him gain positive energy!! And he is sent back to heap (Paramatma).<br /><br />How this reincarnation does happen then?? There is another concept, or truth in this world, that is inertia!! The mass continue to follow what it was doing unless applied by a force. Since mass and energy are inter-convertible the same applies to energy also. So the soul (Atma) wants to remain in this world because of inertia!! And if it has lot of ambitions which are un-satisfied then the energy will find some way to stay back in this universe. May be this can be compared to the use of changing the memory pointer. The memory remains same but it is used with a different pointer name there are still traces of its past life. In the energy concept we can say that the energy has not returned to Paramatma, but it added to a newly formed life and since already this energy has undergone lot of changes the newly formed energy is more influenced by this old energy and it carries some of the traces of his past life!!!, Thus at some point of time it is possible that the person may recall his fast life if he was put in some similar situation. This is called as re-birth. But if the energy goes to Paramatma and comes back, then its like a fresh allocation from the heap, and it has no valid traces, and thus it will be a fresh soul.<br /><br />So finally all in all, the entire world is "Nothing" it's NULL... It’s ZERO!! And so why fight!! Be happy and chill maadi!<br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-69809251541172190902008-04-08T16:45:00.001+05:302008-04-08T17:00:17.281+05:30Goast road memories<div style="text-align: justify;">I always cherish ma college days, especially those days when we use to get up before the sun rises. It was me and bhandy (satish) and s<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/R_tXEt6lbUI/AAAAAAAAArI/rwDhg4f9jf8/s1600-h/Goast+road...jpg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/R_tXEt6lbUI/AAAAAAAAArI/rwDhg4f9jf8/s320/Goast+road...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186835134403669314" border="0" /></a>ometimes rai (Prashanth), we use to go for jogging on beach side. It was about 3 Kms+ track, which starts from our hostel blocks and then we go via the NH17(Bombay-Kochin?) till STEP, and there we enter the <span style="font-weight: bold;">goast road</span> in the early morning. Sun would not have rised by that time, it use to be dark and scary. But our spirit never wasn't afaird of those dead spirits ! The goast road reaches beach,and we continue our running on the warm sand, while the sun rising over the sea, it was a nice exepirience to start the day with beautiful sun rise on the Arabian sea.<br /><br />Then we take turn near Shiva temple, close to beach, and our favorite spot during exams!.. Guess we had his wish always with us as we use to salute him every morning! :)<br /><br />We directly reach GYM from there. After all this, we take bath and breakfast in hostel and reach college for first hour at 8.00 AM!! So much of energy. Now 8.00 AM is considered as kind of start of the day! I want to go back to those golden days of ma life, and experience one day back in time. Bandy, rai, TG (ma room mate), achari, adithya (KING), I cherish all those days spent with you guys. I saw this goast road's picture in one of ma old album, and recalled ma (G)olden days , thought of sharing it, so is this post.</div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-90842612982510280142008-03-28T11:23:00.001+05:302008-03-28T11:27:49.133+05:30Dream big ...<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Dreams is one such things which I always wanted to write about, may be this is the right time, when I don’t have any work other than dreaming to go back to India in few days. I guess whatever I am going to write out will definitely be against some of your opinions. As everyone have an opinion, all that are welcome through comments. Before I speak anything about dream let me clear something about dreams. Basically there are two kinds of dreams, one which we dream about and other which we get in night when we don’t intend to get it. Both are very much similar, but the reason it happens and their consequences are different.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/R-yIL96lbSI/AAAAAAAAApE/93kkpTkzSRY/s1600-h/Sweet_Dreams_Healing_Heart_framed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/R-yIL96lbSI/AAAAAAAAApE/93kkpTkzSRY/s400/Sweet_Dreams_Healing_Heart_framed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182667010376822050" border="0" /></a>Let me clear this second one and I am not going to talk anything later about this. The one which we get in the night is said to be because of the processing and storing of data in to brains permanent memory when we are asleep. The brain/nervous system tries to form an image on the retina for all that data processed and a part of brain which is so called capable of understanding the images on retina tries to make a story out of these images by linking them someway which thinks is matching. So it is very common in dreams that your vehicle, place, persons will change as the story continues.<br /><br />Another form of dream is you dream about what you wish to happen, this is one of the most important thing for whatever we are today, and this is also called as imagination, and one do dreams like this is actually imagining things, or creating memories which had never happened in real life, but still they are also memories, and after sometime, if you think back both are same in some sense.<br /><br />There is something, which I always wonder, in movies most of the times we see only guys dreaming about, no need to mention about what? Does that mean, they are more capable of dreaming, or there is something in the genes which makes them dream more than girls? Here I am not arguing, but just analyzing the facts and its implications in terms of whatever I know. I may not be always right, but to prove that I am wrong you need some data. As proved by many, girls are mostly practical and they always think / dream whatever is possible in the limits. But guys dream out of all limits and they feel anything and everything is possible, and thus making their dream world bigger. And may be this dreaming capacity or imagination had helped us to grow up in terms of science and technology, had we never dreamed about flying, we would have never built airplanes. So keep dreaming guys… and girls start dreaming from today to do something better to mankind , just check back in history, all those breakthrough contributions are given to science by men! .<br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-17150147588509991322007-08-01T12:02:00.001+05:302008-12-04T07:07:32.179+05:30Memories of Jog Falls<div align="justify">Jog is one of the higest waterfalls in Asia, and being from M'lore and been to shimoga many times, I did not get the opportunity to see this great falls anytime before. It might be that, as well said "time had not come" to see the falls. This time, I planned it independent of any other fellows who might turn negative at the last moment. I decided that only me and my cousin will go by car. The plan was to visit Jog and other tourist places nearby and stay in Ripponpet (where we have our uncle's house) and goto my native next day. So everything was finalised and we decided to start saturday early morning by 3.00 AM or so.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/949998107/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1373/949998107_0f543192db.jpg" alt="000_1345" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">We wake up at around 2.40 AM, and were ready in time and were able to start at 3.15 from our house. There was no issue finding the route to Tumkur road. We were out of b'lore by 4 AM, and we stopped in a place on the way at around 7.00 AM to call Ripponpet and tell them that we may not be able to make it for breakfast, so no need to prepare for that. I have not decided anything, as I was not sure at what time we reach Shimogga. The road till Shimogga was awsome, 2 lane till Tumkur and then National Highway (NH 206), There was few Kms of bad road at around 30Kms before Shimogga. We bypassed Shimogga city and stopped at a hotel near the bypass and had breakfast there, and started to Sagar from there. We did not go via Ripponpet as it will be little far and road may not be good.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/949998141/"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" alt="000_1355" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/949998141_7390ab7d95.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">We also have a close relative's house in Sagar, thus we thought of visiting there first and make ourselves fresh and start to Jog falls after that. They did not allow us to start immidiately after the bath, they said we can visit in the afternoon, as there wont be much crowd at that time and also that the clouds will get cleard at around 4, most likely, so that we can have a better view. We agreed for that, and thus visited places near by such as Ikkeri and Keladi.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/949998165/"><img style="width: 430px; height: 325px;" alt="000_1356" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1051/949998165_061c4d849d.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">Ikkeri was walkable distance from their house, Keladi was a bit far, and we did take some wrong turns and finally reached there. Ikkeri is a nice place to visit, it is almost similer to Belur and Halebid, the same kind of sculpture, but place is much calm and clean, You will enjoy more than Belur and Halebid as it is still not commercially come up.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/949998203/"><img style="width: 431px; height: 324px;" alt="000_1366" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1110/949998203_b89581a19e.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/949998213/"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" alt="000_1369" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1390/949998213_7850db20d6.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/950928380/"><img style="margin: 10px; float: left; width: 430px; height: 569px;" alt="000_1372" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1182/950928380_6caf940357.jpg" /></a>Afternoon when Prakashanna came home, we went to Jog falls, there was enough water at that time, but it was not too much, that we could see Raja, Rani, Roarer and Rocket separately. All these were appearing so close to each other from the view point.</div><br /><div align="justify">There were two more falls which we came to know that they are visible only in rainy days. If the dam is opened then you cannot see these falls seperately in rainy season, all will look like a single huge falls, and even we will not be able to visit the British Guest House view point, from where you can have a closer look at the falls.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/950928476/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1255/950928476_b27c7868f3.jpg" alt="000_1381" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/950928556/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1153/950928556_f065ae68ef.jpg" alt="000_1392" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">After taking some snaps at the view point, we left that viewpoint and went to the other end from where the water falls down. That place has a British guest house, must have been built by British people for their entertainment. Here we can see the reallity, I mean actual view of the falls, more closer and dangerous view point, the rocks are very slippery and one should be extra careful while walking on them.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/950928584/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1177/950928584_4fc714519a.jpg" alt="000_1405" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">The view from there was Amazing, it was shown in recent super hit movie Mungaru Male also. You can actually go to the top of all the falls, I reached the top of Raja falls, and it started drizzling at that time, it was very good experience there on the tip of the rock, I had to lay down on the rock and see the bottom of the falls.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/950928610/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 431px; height: 325px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1327/950928610_71c64fdf43.jpg" alt="000_1421" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">Prakashanna was continuosly giving me warning not to be too freaky and to be careful in that silppery rock. Putti did not agree to come on top of that at the begining as she got afraid by hearing the sound of the falls and the slippery rocks, I took her on top of the rocks, and she too enjoyed the scene, and the challenge. When we were done with taking photos and had enough fun we planned to come back. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/950928616/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 324px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1349/950928616_51dc67d865.jpg" alt="000_1425" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">It started raining, and it rained so heavily that it took lot effort for even to get inside the car.! As the roads were very nice, it made our journey smooth, and we had a wonderfull time there in Jog falls. I wish, I will make it to the falls, next time whenever I go home via Shimogga.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/958004177/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 431px; height: 324px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1117/958004177_2f32f9083b.jpg" alt="000_1427" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/958004193/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1207/958004193_0ecef39eb2.jpg" alt="000_1429" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/958004231/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1047/958004231_d96c509ca5.jpg" alt="000_1430" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">We left to ripponpet late in the evening at 8.00 PM. The road was better than expected, so happy about that, we reached Ripponpet at 8.30 around in the night. Chicken dist was waiting for us for dinner, it was so tasty and we were tired, and hungry, and was raining outside, which made it still better.!!</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/958004269/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 431px; height: 324px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1119/958004269_2baca3505a.jpg" alt="000_1431" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">Morning aunt prepared Masala dosa as Putti like it very much, it was nice as it had that freshness of home. I washed my car, as it got dirty because of long drive. We had fish fry and curry for lunch, and had good time there. It was pleasant weather, so we could enjoy the place.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/958004337/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1429/958004337_af91c9ad74.jpg" alt="000_1436" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">We started at 2.10, After Nagara, road was not good for some distance, I noticed petrol in red, worried, somehow managed to reduce the petrol usage by switching off A/c,Music, 5th gear etc, finally switched off engine in down, and which made break not working (power break!!).</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/958004383/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1314/958004383_037e46f946.jpg" alt="000_1439" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">I was on a slope near a temple in the ghat section, and I tried to slow down, and found that break is not working, first time in my life I realised how it could feel to a driver, if he finds that break is not working! I took it a little cool and managed to stopp in front of temple in the middle of the Ghat. Realized that it is because the engine was off.!!</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/959095482/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 431px; height: 324px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/959095482_6bc2651691.jpg" alt="000_1445" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/959095498/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 429px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1062/959095498_de89dfe0cc.jpg" alt="000_1446" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">Finally with fear reached Siddapur, and could fill the petrol for only 250 Rs after searching all the pockets as I had very less cash at that time. I could get the money out from ATM nearby. The road was good till Bidkalkatte, and after that it was ok type, finally we reached home at 5.15 PM around.<br /><br /></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-73016311599695964542007-07-30T11:25:00.002+05:302008-12-05T05:57:13.971+05:30Mysore - Madikeri - Rainy Trip<div align="justify">The most impotent and close by place I have not seen till today in my life is Mysore. I have heard lot about it and I know to some extent, that the place is wonderful. But then I did not get much chance to see that place somehow. But the day had come when we were looking for a one day trip options near by b'lore. I had thought of going to mysore a few weeks back also, but had dropped it for some reason. But now I have made up my mind to see it, I asked amar if he can join me, as anyways he will go to mysore every weekend as it's his native place. He agreed to join me and show me all the places around.So our plan was to leave b'lore by 6 AM in the morning. But later as we thought the traffic will be more at 6.00 and thus changed the plan to 5.00 AM.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/915468778/"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 30px 0px; float: left; width: 430px; height: 569px;" alt="000_1272" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1164/915468778_b5a1d9ae4e.jpg" /></a>There was no power that night, and I could not get proper sleep and somehow there were a few mosquitoes also which were always roaming here and there (Night shift for them!) disturbing me from sleep. So we had actually woke up before 4.00!! and were waiting to get out of house, so as to feel the cold breeze at least on the way, as it was so hot inside the apartment. I had forgot to fill the tank last evening and thus it killed our precious 15-20 mins in the bunk and made us leave b'lore by 6.00 AM !! </div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914722805/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1010/914722805_efa57fbe15.jpg" alt="DSC01215" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">We were on mysore road at 100Km/h and reached Sriranga pattana before breakfast time. Some photos before entering the temple! There is actually nothing much to see other than the old Ranganatha temple, which is one of its kind. But the place won't make you feel anything good, as everywhere they will ask you for 10-20 bucks and thus the emotional attachment with the temple is lost. Somehow I found it very irritating and we left the place. We could not see Tippu's palace as it was very early and we have to wait for an hour or so to see that.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914722861/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/914722861_892bbd5d17.jpg" alt="DSC01220" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">Our next destination was Ranganatittu. The place is well maintained by forest dept, and we were inside the bird sanctuary by 8.30. There is a very good hotel near the parking lot. We had breakfast there. We moved in, Amar was very much in to Photography, he took some of our pics too. We roamed around the place, it was a pleasant place with a very good ambience, as we were there early in the morning there were hardly any visitors which made us enjoy the things better as there was no crowd. We could see lot of birds, but as we did not take a boat ride, we could not see the birds from near. But still it was a very nice.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914722949/"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" alt="DSC01237" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1040/914722949_f6f20de201.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">We left from that place, without paying that guard the rest 30 bucks which he asked us to pay while going back, he also did not give receipt for what we have paid for, so he must have put it in his pocket! We were on the way to KRS dam, we reached Balmuri falls. It was very much outside city and the place is not kept so clean, but its pretty decent, Its a kind of mini dam and the water is overflowing like a mini falls all around the barrier which creates a fantastic scene and we also can walk on that dam wall. It was a very nice experience there.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914765159/"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" alt="DSC01248" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1162/914765159_f990f22ebc.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">It started drizzling when we were half the way on the dam, thus have to come back. We next moved to edmuri falls, which is also a similar one, but much bigger in width, and less clean, and roads are also pretty bad (mud roads). People had thrown beer bottles everywhere making it look dirty.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914722913/"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" alt="DSC01221" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1244/914722913_11954ba464.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div align="justify">We stayed there for some time and took some of the best pics, and moved to Chamundi hills. There are two way to climb the hill, one is by 1000 staircase, and other is the 13 km's two lane road. We opted for the second one and were on top with in few mins. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914765201/"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" alt="DSC01250" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1192/914765201_5aa0055818.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div align="justify">The view is nice, but nothing great. If you had covered the hill stations and trekking stations this you don't find it awesome, but you say it to be one simple place where the temple is built on top of the hill. There was a huge queue for Darshan of Devi Chamundeshwari. It took us an hour to get Darshan. The people who keep the slippers were behaving very cheap with people, even many were like that, the ones who were selling that flowers were also like that. I saw many fighting with people for nothing. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914765271/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1122/914765271_9fdff7b260.jpg" alt="DSC01261" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">We came back down, and visited Nandi, A monolithic statue on the way back, that was a one way, which u can cover while coming back. That was a nice place, there also I saw a fellow giving flower for pooja behaving very cheap with foreigners, and even with Indians too who does not take flower from him. That's really a bad thing about that place. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914765257/"><img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" alt="DSC01254" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1430/914765257_ec775ac4db.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">We were back from the hills and were inside Mysore city. The city is very much well arranged, and I was surprised not to see any footpath shops, it was all covered by green grass and trees in most of the streets. I came to know from my friend that the DC is very strict in these aspects, and he had ordered not to put up shops in such matter, which spoil the beauty of the city, and going a step ahead he even had ordered not to extend the shop in to the street by putting a extensible plastic roof. I was happy to see such things. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914765311/"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" alt="DSC01282" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1274/914765311_91518e1ba8.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div align="justify">We had lunch, Amar left us near the Palace and went home. We parked our vehicle near the palace, where they have arranged for proper parking area, one thing you must appreciate. Camera's are not allowed inside the Palace, but it is allowed inside the entrance where u can take pics in front of palace, we took camera with us but seeing some police checking everything, we thought that he is going to ask us to keep the camera inside the Camera room and does not allow us to come back and keep the camera in car, thus we may need to take new ticket to enter again if we come out to keep the camera in car. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914838159/"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" alt="DSC01303" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1412/914838159_cbb5816607.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">Thus came back and kept the camera in car. When we entered there, he was not checking any tickets, we could have brought camera. But its already time, and thus we visited the palace and thought of taking pics later after coming out, by getting the camera from car. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/946564249/"><img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" alt="000_1286" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1329/946564249_0fcb1a7680.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">The palace is very nice, its one must see place in mysore and its very big also. We were tired seeing the whole palace, which made us leave the idea of visiting Jaganmohana palace. We came back again and took some photos in front of the palace.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/946564275/"><img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" alt="000_1298" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1328/946564275_38506b9084.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">I suggested to my cousin about going to Madikeri rather than going back to B'lore, as I was not at all interested going back to b'lore, we have come all the way till here, and if we go to madikeri we can enjoy the cold weather there and stay back for a day there and visit some nearby places to have great fun. First she did not agree as she had not brought extra dress to wear for tomorrow. We thought of buying them at Madikeri, and she agreed for that, we left the place and were on the route to madikeri after asking few people where to go out of mysore city to madikeri. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/914838399/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1241/914838399_85fa851e09.jpg" alt="DSC01327" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">It started raining like anything on the way, the wiper was always moving!! We wanted to stop somewhere to wash our face as it was looking very oily after the tiring journey all around. But as it was raining heavily we could not stop, after sometime the rain had come to some dull phase, which gave us some few mins of time for to wash our face, and come out of that tired look.We had some biscuits to make up with the meals as it was very light still we were feeling very hungry. The road was very good, But later once we crossed Kushalnagar the roads were pretty bad for sometime. Again they were good when we were close to Madikeri. Finally reached Madikeri at around 6.30 PM. We had left Mysore at 4.30 PM around and it took us 2 hours to cover the distance. As it was raining heavily we could not purchase the clothes after reaching Madikeri. We thought of going to uncle's house first and get ourselves fresh. We can come back later with Umbrella to get clothes. So we reached there, sipped a cup of coffee and came back later at around 8.00 PM after taking suggestion from Aunt to go to KT ( A shop where u can get best clothes for college students) We got the best of the clothes we were looking for. </div><br /><div align="justify">Uncle had arranged for chicken dish for that dinner, it's nice to have chicken in that cold weather. The mischievous guy "Amogh" was there, now that he is going to school here, was very much happy seeing us as we were speaking in Kundapur Kannada. He made our stay cheerful with all his stories and arguments on anything and everything.After the tiring drive of more than 300 Kms, it was not that difficult for me to get sleep, I put myself inside a thick blanket, it was dam chill outside. My legs were waiting for some rest after the tiring drive. Soon I was asleep.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/946564311/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1138/946564311_cd498f1a69.jpg" alt="000_1303" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">After the sound sleep, I opened my blanket to find that Putti is not in her bed, I wake up and came out everybody was awake and it was just 7.30 AM at that time. I could have slept a bit more. But I thought I should enjoy this early morning in this cold weather. We sipped a cup of coffee, with Neer Dosa and chicken curry for breakfast. After the bath, when we started for Abbi falls. The road was very good as it was before which made our journey comfortable. We reached the place with in few mins. The Scene was awesome, water was all muddy because of the heavy rain from last few days. The cold water vapors, along with wind were trying to make u feel the power at which the water is falling down the falls. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/946564323/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 428px; height: 322px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1110/946564323_59485a0aa9.jpg" alt="000_1314" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">After some distance again there was one more bridge, which was shorter than the earlier one, but the water flow was more violent and there was no grills on either side to protect in case if we are carried away by the current. I was a bit afraid. Then I came to know from the police people standing there that, there on the other side also one omni is waiting, and one expert young driver is trying to get the vehicle to this side. He came zooming to this side with some of his friends, I asked him if he can help me take the vehicle to other side. He agreed, I gave the vehicle to him and sat in back seat. Two more fellows came and sat on either side of me. My cousin was in the front seat. At that moment I got afraid, as if why other guys are also getting in to the vehicle. Later moment I realized that its just to make the vehicle heavy so that it won't get carried away in the current. We finally reached the other end without any issues, and I am thankful to him, We said thanks to him and left that place. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty/947465528/" title="Photo Sharing"><img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1343/947465528_aaf77c472c.jpg" alt="000_1325" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify">We were searching for the way to "Irpu Falls", but most of them in Virajpet did not know about it, finally one guy told us that the bridge on the way to that falls had collapsed and because of that they also have canceled the trip. We were a bit sad listening to that, but then we were not completely upset. We had enjoyed the drive on this route as it was an awesome track, and more over even if we go there now, we can just see it for a while and can't get into water. All these things made us forget about that falls and enjoy the remaining part of the journey.</div><br /><div align="justify">Then the next amazing spot we got was when we were driving inside the "Rajeev Gandhi Reserve Forest", the weather was breezy, and cold, cloudy, forest was dense and green, roads were straight and dark, and all new. It was an wonderful drive there, we enjoyed it to the max. After sometime once we crossed the Jungle we could see the villages, there also roads continued to be good. We joined the double road soon, and were on the way to Mysore now. We took a shortcut via Srirangapattana and reached Express State Highway. There was not much traffic, but still it was more than while going, and we managed to reach b'lore (Mysore road junction) by 6.30. because of the odd time, it took about half an hour there to cross that junction and one more hour to reach our house at Kaggadaspura.!</div><br /><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">More photos @ "<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty">http://www.flickr.com/photos/prasadshetty</a>"<br /><br /></span></em></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19588183.post-47719730268129428282007-05-30T17:08:00.000+05:302007-05-31T09:48:09.240+05:30Lost in Traffic...<div align="justify">One hand on horn, one hand greeting, one ear on cell-phone, one ear listening to loud music, Foot on accelerator, Eyes on female pedestrians, Welcome to India! This <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/Rl1ip9d4vhI/AAAAAAAAASE/X8fEjofzwOA/s1600-h/DeA2BerlinSign6829.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070317228503121426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/Rl1ip9d4vhI/AAAAAAAAASE/X8fEjofzwOA/s320/DeA2BerlinSign6829.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a>the way the people drive in India, is it the only reason behind all the traffic problems or accidents? There is something more, I have something to say about this. This is a very common problem in b'lore and everyone has their own opinion and frustration level about it. And this article is not meant for your entertainment, but to put out my frustration, the words used may look a bit offensive for some people, take it easy as it's not meant to hurt anyone's feelings or emotions. This is the warning hereby to say that its not for entertainment, Even then if you have some time and want to go through, you are welcome, and no comments entertained except for the incidents happened with you, if you want to share it with others. Please go on… Please go on…<br /><br />I hope many of you must be having idea about the roads in Germany or US, and must have seen it also. First impression about them is always "Roads are very good". If I speak a bit more of how good they are, I should say, "It's made so neat, without any potholes, with proper markings for the driving, and the finishing of the road". Here what I mean by finishing is the way the foot paths are built, they are wider enough for people to walk and they are separated from the roads with a strip of green grass wherever possible, else, they are slightly elevated from the roads so that people know that they are into roads if by chance they get down to road from the foot path. </div><div align="justify"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/Rl1jCdd4viI/AAAAAAAAASM/z3y6lL0dQ8I/s1600-h/driving-india3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070317649409916450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-y4iQ3ddz4/Rl1jCdd4viI/AAAAAAAAASM/z3y6lL0dQ8I/s320/driving-india3.jpg" border="0" /></a>You may be wondering why I am telling all this things here. The reason behind this is trying to answer the question, in most of us, who live in a metro like b'lore. The above explanation is a pre-requisite to understand the things below. :)<br /><br />First of all let me tell you the question!! The question is, why are we struggling in the traffic everyday, no matter whether you are going by bike, car or even by walk..!! The basic reason everyone know is that there's lot of vehicles, but in most of the cases this is not the case, see the picture I have put up here, do u think it’s a healthy situation? Its 100% not because of lot of vehicles as you clearly see that there are hardly few vehicles.<br /><br />Then what is the reason, some one might come up and say now that its because of lack of "road sense" or "driving manners", may be this is true to some extent. I have faced many situations where people do not have "road sense" or "driving sense", I have seen this mostly in people who drive autos and bike. In Auto's it happens because most of the auto drivers in b'lore drive auto on rent, thus they do not bother about the vehicle which is not theirs, while bike people think that their vehicle is small and if I get out of this block now, I can go fast, and the car in front of me is the only guy blocking me from going.!!. But the car fellow who had used the bike before wonders why this guy is in such a hurry when everyone else is going in peace...!!<br /><br />A few days back one fellow was trying to overtake me from left!! that too in a turning near DRDO township. He must be expert in Mathematics!! He predicted some junk radius of curvature for my turn, and tried to push his "Hamara Bajaj" in the gap!! but then I had too take a deep turn, so as not to hit someone coming from front, which made this poor fellow loose control and he almost hit my car from side, but to my fortune, he only touched my vehicle and his Bajaj did not touch my car. Else it would have cost me a lot to recover. This happened when I was coming back home at 9.00 after my car service in the night. Traffic was not much, and still the “Bajajwala” felt that he had to rush from left to reach home early to see his wife a few mins before! :)<br /><br />And this is not the first time, its happening, A few days back, I was overtaking a bike, and he is supposed to slowdown once I start over taking. But he thinks he is in some racing and he did not want to get defeated!! thus he tried to come parallel to me, I dint know this, but when a car came in that congested road I took left as we usually do, this “Bikewala” did not have any place to ride!! He lost control and he fell down. I first thought that he hit my car and made some scratches, I did not stop as it always makes problem more complicated. I reached home, and still I was thinking about him for quite sometime. I was worried if he was wearing the helmet or not, for which actually they do not worry! He may not have got injured much, but he learnt a lesson that he should not overtake from left anytime, and others are not responsible for anything, incase if something goes wrong. I guess never ever he will overtake from left from now on. ha ha..<br /><br />Every one thinks that, he is personally best driver and that rest all are bad. So you can't say that someone does not have this road sense. You take someone to Germany and ask him to drive; he will drive better than a German guy. But he may be missing that politeness of giving way to the pedestrians!!<br /><br />So what’s basically the cause for traffic is the way roads have been built! And note here that the traffic congestion only is because of this and not the accidents caused! The accidents caused are because of the people who want to hurry up some how, god knows for what reason they want to save those 2-3 mins, taking risk of their life.<br /><br />The main reason for the infrastructure being poor is not because of lack of money for these projects, but because the tenders have been given to people/companies who does not know the "International Safety norms of roads" when executing a project. All they do is just lay tar strip to make the road look black for sometime. No quality, no foot-paths, no finishing! At the end the road looks like, a typical Indian city road shown in the figure and making life more hectic. To add to this, people put their "cart shop" on the road, and people cover up this shop for purchase, to make the available roads still smaller, and make others life more and more hectic. They do not have any consideration to others; all they bother is their business!!<br /><br />I am lost in this traffic and sometimes I think why the hell I am in b’lore?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">You can comment and try to get out of your frustration also!!! :).</span></div>Prasad Shettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951999212690576646noreply@blogger.com1