<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092</id><updated>2012-02-14T03:55:49.746+05:30</updated><category term='Casual'/><category term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><category term='Dairy'/><category term='ದಿನಚರಿ'/><category term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category term='ಬರಹ'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Grins'/><category term='Worth Read'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='ಕವನ'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='solitary walks'/><category term='Trek'/><category term='ನೆನಪು'/><category term='Story'/><category term='ಹೈಕು ?'/><category term='ಬದುಕು'/><category term='- ಹೈಕು ?'/><category term='Old memories'/><category term='Japan Places'/><category term='Esoteric'/><category term='Cherry'/><category term='ಪತ್ರ'/><category term='ಜೋಳಿಗೆ ಜೋಕು'/><category term='Photo Journal'/><category term='Insights'/><category term='ಹರಟೆ'/><category term='Project : Earth'/><category term='ದಿನಚರ'/><category term='obituary'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Grin'/><title type='text'>ಅನುಭವ</title><subtitle type='html'>ಅನ್ವೇಷಣೆ, ಪ್ರಯೋಗ, ಅನುಭವ, ಆಸ್ವಾದನೆ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-1615204471045836188</id><published>2008-03-31T19:09:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:07.917+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitary walks'/><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reflections from within:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Entry from my journal - dated 2008.03.31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183900420975322786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R_Dp96c7ZqI/AAAAAAAACcE/A4IUEeF4Gmk/s320/Pond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has just stopped raining.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is still wet and one can feel the wetness with every breath they take.&lt;br /&gt;Its gloomy spring noon with rain behind it. The water is dripping from the trees which silently stood in the onlash of the rain and cold. Now sheds the last remains of tears once poured as white petals of cherry flower.&lt;br /&gt;whole pathway is covered with the white petals of Sakura fall.&lt;br /&gt;The scene is enchanting with silence occassionally broken by water droplets falling down from the tree and birds making the call out to mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by the side of the green watered pond with dim light from the sky illuminating the top of the sorrounding trees, I recall and relish the frog and pond haiku from Basho. It is from "Kawazu Awase" (Frog contest)....&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breaking the silence&lt;br /&gt;Of an ancient pond,&lt;br /&gt;A frog jumped into water-&lt;br /&gt;A deep resonance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep relaxation and happiness has engulfed me. I feel complete for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spring day - It is the kind of day one often have in late March - so perfect that one wants it to last for ever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಮುಂದುವರಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಬರೆದದ್ದು ಈ ಸಾಲು:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಕುಳಿರ್ಗಾಳಿಯ ಜೊತೆ ಬರುವ ನೆನಪು&lt;br /&gt;ವಸಂತದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಳೆಯ ಭೋರ್ಗರೆತ&lt;br /&gt;ಬಿಳಿಯ ಹಾಸನ್ನು ಹೊದ್ದು ಮಲಗಿದ ಈ ನೆಲ&lt;br /&gt;ಖಿನ್ನತೆಗೆ ಗಾಂಭೀರ್ಯ ತಂದಿದೆ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-1615204471045836188?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/1615204471045836188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=1615204471045836188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1615204471045836188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1615204471045836188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2008/03/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R_Dp96c7ZqI/AAAAAAAACcE/A4IUEeF4Gmk/s72-c/Pond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-5943293783625740479</id><published>2008-02-21T18:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:08.154+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹರಟೆ'/><title type='text'>ಸೇಬು ಹಣ್ಣಿನ ಸುತ್ತ ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An apple a day keeps Doctor away ಎಂಬ ಮಾತು ಬಹುಕಾಲದಿಂದಲೂ ಪ್ರಚಲಿತವಿದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಈ ಮಾತು ನಿನ್ನೆಯ ದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಸೂಕ್ತ ಎಂಬುದು ಬಲ್ಲವರ ಅಂಬೋಣ. ಕಾರಣ ಅತಿ ವೇಗದಿಂದ ಬದಲಾಗುತ್ತಿರುವ ಇಂದಿನ 'ಗ್ಲೊಬಲ್ ವಿಲೆಜ' (ಈ ಶಬ್ದದ ಜನಕ - ಆಲ್ವಿನ್ ಟೊಫ್ಲರ್ - ಭವಿಷ್ಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ವಿಚಾರಗಳನ್ನು ತನ್ನ ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಹುಟ್ಟುಹಾಕಿದವ),ವಿಶ್ವವೆಂಬ ಹಳ್ಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕಂಡುಕೇಳರಿಯದ ರೋಗರುಜಿನ ಕಲ್ಪನೆಗೂ ಮೀರಿ ಹುಟ್ಟುತ್ತಿವೆ. ಮನೆ ಮನೆಗೆ, ಹಳ್ಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸುದ್ದಿ ಹರಡುವ ವೇಗದಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ರೋಗವೂ ಹರಡಲುತ್ತಲಿದೆ. ಈ ಕಾರಣದಿಂದಲೇ ಇರಬೇಕು, ಒಬ್ಬ ಡಾಕ್ಟರ್ ತಮ್ಮ 'Waiting room' ಅಂದರೆ ರೋಗವಾಸಿಯಾಗುವುದೆಂದು ರೋಗಿ ನಿರಂತರವಾಗಿ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಕುಳಿತು ಕೊಳ್ಳುವ 'ನಿರೀಕ್ಷಣಾ ಕೋಣೆ'ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಕೆಳಗಿನಂತೆ ಫಲಕ ಹಾಕಿರುವುದನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದ್ದೆ. 'An apple a day, doesn't do it. That's why you are here'(ದಿನಕ್ಕೊಂದು ಸೇಬು ವೈದ್ಯರನ್ನು ದೂರವಿಡದು ಅದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ನೀವು ಇಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಿರಾ!) ಈಗಿನ ರಸಾಯನಿಕಗಳನ್ನು ಹಾಕಿ ಬೆಳೆಸಿದ ಸೇಬುಗಳು ಪೌಷ್ಟಿಕಾಂಶಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿ ಗಿಡ ಬೆಳೆಯಲು ನಾವು ಹಾಕಿದ ಕ್ರಿಮಿನಾಶಕ, ಕೀಟ ನಾಶಕ ರಸಾಯನಿಕಗಳನ್ನೇ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿ ಕುಡಿದು ಕೆಂಪಾಗಿರಬಹುದೆಂದು ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನೊಬ್ಬನ ಅಂಬೋಣ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನೀಚರು ಹಾಗೂ ಕಟುಕರು ಮಾತ್ರ ಸುಖದಿಂದ ಬದುಕಬಲ್ಲ ಇಂದಿನ ಜಗತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಗೋಸುಂಬೆ ತರಹದ ಬುದ್ಧಿವಂತ ರೋಗದ ವಿರುದ್ಧ, ವೈದ್ಯರ ಫೀಸಿನ ವಿರುದ್ಧ ಪಾಪ, ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಸೇಬುವಾದರೂ ಏನು ತಾನೆ ಹೊಡೆದಾಟ ಮಾಡಬಲ್ಲುದು? ಇಂದು ಯಾವುದೇ ರೋಗಕ್ಕಾದರೂ ವಿದೇಶಿ ವೈದ್ಯರೇ ಸರಿ ಎಂದು ಪುಡಾರಿಗಳು, ಸಿನೇಮಾ ತಾರೆಯರು , ಸಮಾಜದ (ನ)ಗಣ್ಯ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಗಳು ವಿದೇಶಯಾನ ಮಾಡುವ ಕಾಲ. ನಮ್ಮ ಮಂತ್ರಿ ಮಹೋದಯರು ವೈದ್ಯಕೀಯ ಖರ್ಚಿಗಾಗಿ ಲಕ್ಷಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಸರಕಾರಿ ಹಣ ಉಪಯೋಗಿಸದರೆಂದು ಆಂಗ್ಲ ಪತ್ರಿಕಾ ವರದಿ. ಯಾವ ರೋಗಕ್ಕೆಂದು ವಿವರ ಲಭ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ ( ಕೆಲವೊಂದು ರೋಗಗಳ ಹೆಸರು ಸಾರ್ವಜನಿಕ ಸ್ಥಳಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಎತ್ತಬಾರದು ಎಂದು ಬಾಲಂಗೋಚಿಯ ಉದ್ಗಾರ ! ) ಎಂದು ಪತ್ರಿಕೆ ವರದಿ ಮಾಡಿದರೆ, ಯಾವ ವಿಚಿತ್ರ ರೋಗವೆಂದು ತಿಳಿಯದೆಂದು ವಿದೇಶಿ ವೈದ್ಯರು ಕೈಚೆಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತಿರ ಬಹುದು. ಹೀಗೆ ದೇಶಕ್ಕೆ ಹೊರೆಯಾಗಿ, ಮಧ್ಯಮ ಹಾಗೂ ಬಡವರ್ಗದ ಜನರ ಸಾಲದ ಹೊರೆ (ಕರದ ರೂಪದಲ್ಲಿ) ಹೆಚ್ಚುತ್ತಿರುವಾಗ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಜನರು ಸಾಲಗಾರರನ್ನು (ಹಾಗೂ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲರನ್ನೂ) ದೂರವಿಡಲು 'An onion and a garlic a day will keep everyone away' ಬಾಯಿಯಿಂದ ಬರುವ ವಾಸನೆಯಿಂದ ಎಂದೆನ್ನಬಹುದೆನೋ? ಆದರೆ ಈಗ ತರಕಾರಿ ಬೆಲೆಯೂ ಮೇಲೆರುತ್ತಿರುವಾಗ ಅದೂ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ಈ ಮಾತು "ಅಯ್ಯೋ, ಪಾಪ!" ಎಂದ್ಹೇಳಲು ಮಾತ್ರ ತಮ್ಮ ಕರುಣಾಸಾಗರವನ್ನು ಸೀಮಿತಗೊಳಿಸುವ (ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ) ಸಮಾಜವನ್ನು ದೂರವಿಡಲು ಉಪಯೋಗಿಸಬಹುದು. "Where are all the good times gone" ಎಂಬ ಹಾಡನ್ನು ಕಟುಸಂಗೀತವೆಂದೇ ಸುದ್ದಿ ಮಾಡಿ ಯುವ ಜನಾಂಗ (ಜಾಣ ಕಿವುಡು ಯುವಜನಾಂಗಕ್ಕೆ ಅಂಟು ಕೊಂಡಿರುವ ರೋಗ ! )ದಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಸಿದ್ಧಿ ಪಡೆದ Hard rock ಸಂಗೀತಕಾರನೊಬ್ಬ ಹಾಡಿದನೆಂಬ ನೆನಪು.(ವಿಮರ್ಶಾಕಾರರು Hardrock ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ ದಿನದಿಂದಲೇ ಸಂಗೀತಕ್ಕೆ ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ದಿನಗಳು ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋದವು ಎಂದು ಕೇಳುವ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿ ಬಂದಿದೆ ಎಂದಿದ್ದರು) ಈಗ ನಾವು ಅದೇ ಮಾತು " ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ದಿನಗಳು ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋದವು?" ಎಂದು ಕೇಳಲು ಇದು ಯೋಗ್ಯ ಸಮಯ. ಇಂದು ಪ್ರತಿ ರೋಗಕ್ಕೂ ತಲೆ, ಬಾಲ ಸೇರಿ ಹೊಸದಾದ ಹೆಸರೂ ಹಾಗೂ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿತ್ವ ಬಂದಿದೆ. ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಚಿಕಿತ್ಸೆಗೆ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಹಣವನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮಿಂದ ಹೊರಕಕ್ಕಿಸುವ ಬಲವೂ. Made for each other (ಒಬ್ಬರಿಗಾಗಿ ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರು) ಎನ್ನುವಂತೆ ಇರುವ ವೈದ್ಯ ಹಾಗೂ ಔಷಧಿ ಕಂಪನಿ ಇಬ್ಬರಿಗೂ ಜೀವನಾಡಿಯಾಗಿದೆ. ಮಾನವ ಅದಕ್ಕೂ ಜಪ್ಪಯ್ಯ ಎನ್ನದೆ ತನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ರೋಗದ ನೆರಳು ಬೀಳದಂತೆ ಮಾಡಲು ಸಮರವನ್ನೇ ಸಾರಿದ್ದಾನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ದೇವರು ದೊಡ್ಡ ಸೈನ್ಯದ ಜೊತೆ ನೀಡುತ್ತಾನೆ' ( God is on the side of Big battalion ) ಎಂದು ಫ್ರೆಂಚರ ದಂಡನಾಯಕ ನೆಪೋಲಿಯನ್ ಹೇಳಿದ ಮಾತು ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೂ ಅನ್ವಯಿಸುವುದು. ಮಾನವ ಇಂದು ಹೊಡೆದಾಟ ನಡೆಸುತ್ತಿರುವುದು ಕಂಡು, ಕೇಳರಿಯದಷ್ಟು ಅಗಾಧವಾದ ಸೂಕ್ಷಾಣು ಜೀವ ಸಾಮ್ರಾಜ್ಯದ ಎದುರು. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಜೊತೆ ನೀಡುತ್ತಿರುವುದು ನಮ್ಮ ಒಳ ಹೊರ ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಬಲ್ಲ ನಮ್ಮ ನಿಸರ್ಗ. ನಮ್ಮ ಗುಟ್ಟೆಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ತಿಳಿದ ಮಿತ್ರ ಶತ್ರುವಿನ ಜತೆ ನೀಡಿದರೆ ಫಲಿತಾಂಶ ಏಕಮುಖಿ. ಅದರಂತೆ ಜೀವಸಂಕುಲದ ಸಮತೋಲನವನ್ನು ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ತೂಗಿಸಿ ಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗುವ ' ಮಹಾತಾಯಿ ' ಪ್ರಕೃತಿ ಮುಂದಿನ ಶತಮಾನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾವ ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯವನ್ನು ಬರುವ ಮಾನವ ಸಂಕುಲಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾದಿರಿಸಿದ್ದಾಳೆ ಎಂದು ಕಾಲದ ಪರಿವೆಯೇ ಇಲ್ಲದ ಕಾರ್ಯ ನಿರ್ವಾಹಕ ಕಾಲನೇ ಹೇಳಬಲ್ಲನು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ಬೆಳಕನ್ನು ಕಾಣದ ಲೇಖನ - ಖಾಸಗಿ ಪ್ರಸಾರಕ್ಕೆ (Private Circulation ಗೆ ಇಟ್ಟದ್ದು !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಬರೆದ ಕಮೆಂಟಿನ್ನು ಮುಂದಿಟ್ಟುಕೊಂಡು ಮುಂದುವರೆಸಿದ್ದು ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13386371953472087631" rel="nofollow"&gt;sunaath&lt;/a&gt; ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು ... ನೀವು ಹೇಳಿದಂತೆ Grin and Bear it ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( Grin and Bear it - to accept an unpleasant or difficult situation because there is nothing you can do to improve it. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172198740261136066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R8dXWcz85sI/AAAAAAAACag/uddcJHD_i9k/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5943293783625740479?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/5943293783625740479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=5943293783625740479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5943293783625740479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5943293783625740479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_21.html' title='ಸೇಬು ಹಣ್ಣಿನ ಸುತ್ತ ...'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R8dXWcz85sI/AAAAAAAACag/uddcJHD_i9k/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-914673405298333169</id><published>2008-02-08T16:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:46:17.272+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಬರಹ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಬದುಕು'/><title type='text'>ಎರವಲು ಪಡೆದಿದ್ದು</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;# ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕದ ಬಹುದೊಡ್ಡ ದೋಷವೆಂದರೆ ಓದುಗನಾದ ನೀನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನಗೆ ವಯಸ್ಸಾಗುವ ಅವಸರ.&lt;br /&gt;ಆದರೆ ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ನಿಧಾನವಾಗಿ ಮುಂದುವರೆಯುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನಗೆ ನೇರವಾದ, ಸಾಕಷ್ಟು ಸತ್ವವುಳ್ಳ ಕತೆ ಇಷ್ಟ. ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಸರಳವಾದ ಶೈಲಿ ಬೇಕು.&lt;br /&gt;ಆದರೆ ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಮತ್ತು ನನ್ನ ಶೈಲಿ ಕುಡುಕರ ಹಾಗೆ ಎಡವುತ್ತಾ ಮುಗ್ಗರಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ನನ್ನ ಕಳೆಬರದ&lt;br /&gt;ತಣ್ಣಗಿನ ಮಾಂಸವನ್ನು ಅಗಿದು&lt;br /&gt;ತಿನ್ನುವ ಮೊದಲ ಹುಳುವಿಗೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಮರಣೋತ್ತರ ಸಂಸ್ಮರಣೆಯನ್ನು&lt;br /&gt;ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ಅರ್ಪಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿರುವ ನೋವನ್ನು ನಾವು ಅನಾಯಾಸವಾಗಿ, ಅತ್ಯಂತ ತಾಳ್ಮೆಯಿಂದ ಸಹಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬಹುದು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ನಾವು ಕಾಲವನ್ನು ಕೊಲ್ಲುತ್ತೇವೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾಲ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಹೂತು ಬಿಡುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ಬ್ರೆಜಿಲ್ಲನ ಬರಹಗಾರ - ಮಜಾದೊ ದ ಅಸಿಸ್ ನ 'Epitaph of a small winner' ಪುಸ್ತಕದಿಂದ ಆಯ್ದದ್ದು )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-914673405298333169?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/914673405298333169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=914673405298333169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/914673405298333169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/914673405298333169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='ಎರವಲು ಪಡೆದಿದ್ದು'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-4946547845790896461</id><published>2008-01-30T09:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:25:22.768+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><title type='text'>ಹಣ (ಕವನ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(ಊರೂರು ತಿರುಗುವ ಸಾಧುಗಳು ನೋಡಿ ಪ್ರೇರಿತವಾಗಿ ಬರೆದ ಈ ಕವಿತೆ ನನ್ನ ಪುಟ ಹಳದಿಯಾದ ನೋಟಪುಸ್ತಕದ ಒಂದು ಪುಟವ ಅಲಂಕರಿಸಿತ್ತು ಇಷ್ಟು ದಿನ. ಇಂದೆಕೋ ಮತ್ತೋಮ್ಮೆ ಆ ಹಳೆಯ ಪುಟಗಳ ಸೆಳೆತೆ ಜಾಸ್ತಿಯಾದ ಕಾರಣ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ತಿರುವಾಡಿದಾಗ ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಬಿತ್ತು. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೂ ನಾ ಕಾಣುತಿರುವೆ ಹಣ&lt;br /&gt;ಅದಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಜೀವನ ಆಗಿದೆ ಬಣಬಣ&lt;br /&gt;ನಂಬಿದರೆ ಕಾಯಕವೇ ಕೈಲಾಸ&lt;br /&gt;ಬಿಡದು ನಂಟು ಗುಡಿಸಲ ವಾಸ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರ ಮೂರ್ಖತ್ವ ಕ್ಯಾಶ ಮಾಡುವ ಕಲೆ&lt;br /&gt;ತಿಳಿದಿರಲು ನಿನಗೆ ನಾ ಹೇಳುವೆ 'ಭಲೇ!'&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಭೂಮಿತಾಯಿಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಆಣೆ&lt;br /&gt;ನ್ಯಾಯವಾಗಿ ಶ್ರೀಮಂತರಾದವರ ನಾ ಕಾಣೆ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹಣದಿಂದಲೇ ಬರುವ ಆ ಅಂತಸ್ತು&lt;br /&gt;ಅದಿದ್ದವನದೇ ಈಗ ಎಲ್ಲ ಗತ್ತು&lt;br /&gt;ಮನಕ್ಷೋಭೆಯಲಿ ಆಗುವರು ಹೆಣ&lt;br /&gt;ಗಗನಕುಸುಮವಾಗಿರಲು ಕಾಂಚಾಣ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಮಧ್ಯಮ ವರ್ಗದವರನು ಬಿಡದ ಬವಣೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಇದ್ದಿರಲು 'ಮರ್ಯಾದೆ' ಎಂಬ ಪರದೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಬಡವ,ಸಿರಿವಂತರಲಿ ಇದನು ನಾ ಕಾಣೆ&lt;br /&gt;ನೆನಪಿರಲಿ 'ಮಧ್ಯಮನೆ ಅಧಮ' ಗಾದೆ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಕೈಗೂಡದಿರಲು ಹಣ ಎಂಬ ಸಂಗಾತಿ&lt;br /&gt;ನಾ ತಿರುಗುತಿರುವೆ ಬಳಿದುಕೊಂಡು ವಿಭೂತಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ( ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರನು ಮೂರ್ಖರ ಮಾಡುವುದು ಊರೂರು ತಿರುಗುವ ಸಾಧು, ಸಂತರ ವರ್ತನೆ ಅಂಥ ಭಾವಿಸಬಾರದು. ಕವನಕ್ಕೆ ಬೇಕಾದ ತ್ರಾಸ, ಪ್ರಾಸಕ್ಕೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಅದರ ಬಳಕೆ ಆಗಿದೆ. ಹಾಗೆಯೇ 'ನ್ಯಾಯವಾಗಿ ಶ್ರೀಮಂತರಾದವರ ನಾ ಕಾಣೆ' ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಒಬ್ಬ ಜೀವವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಅತಿಯಾಗಿ ನೊಂದ, ಕಷ್ಟವನ್ನೆ ಕಂಡ ಮನುಷ್ಯನಿಂದ ಬರುವ ಸಹಜವಾದ ದೂರು ಎನ್ನುವಂತೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳಲಾಗಿದೆ.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-4946547845790896461?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/4946547845790896461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=4946547845790896461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4946547845790896461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4946547845790896461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_30.html' title='ಹಣ (ಕವನ)'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-3401085281972706075</id><published>2008-01-29T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:27:01.900+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><title type='text'>(ಇಲ್ಲದ) ಆ ಹೆಣ್ಣಿಗೆ !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( ಈ ಕವಿತೆ ಬರೆದಿದ್ದು ಜೂನ್-1996 ರಲ್ಲಿ. ಇನ್ನೂ ಬ್ಲಾಗಿನ ಪರಿಚಯ ನನಗಿರದ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ. ಇಂದು ನನ್ನ ಹಳೆಯ ನೋಟ ಬುಕ್ಕ ತಿರುವುತ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಾಗ ನೆನಪಿನ ಅಂಗಳದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಹಳೆಯ ಕವಿತೆ ಇದು. 1996 ರಲ್ಲಿ ಕವಿತೆ ಬರೆಯುವ ಉತ್ಸಾಹ ಎಷ್ಟಿತ್ತೆಂದರೆ ಆ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಗದ್ಯಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಪದ್ಯವನ್ನೇ ಬರೆದಿದ್ದು ಜಾಸ್ತಿ. ಆ ಸೃಜನಶೀಲತೆ ಬಹಳ ಕಮ್ಮಿ ಅವಧಿ ಜೊತೆ ನೀಡಿದ್ದು ನನ್ನ ನೋಟಬುಕ್ಕಿನೆ ಪುಟ ತಿರುವಿದಾಗ ಯಾರಿಗಾದರೂ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗುತ್ತೆ. ಇಂದು ಖಾಲಿ ಹಾಳೆ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಅಣುಕಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದರೆ, ನಾನು ನನಗೆ ಸಂಬಂದವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ನುವಷ್ಟು ನೀರ್ಲಪ್ತ ಹಾಗೂ ನಿರ್ಲಜ್ಜ . Somewhere, something is wrong ... I don't know )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹೇ, ನೆರೆಮನೆಯ ಹೆಣ್ಣೆ&lt;br /&gt;ನೀನೇ ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕಿನ ಕಣ್ಣೆ!&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನೆಯುತ ನಾನು&lt;br /&gt;ಎಲ್ಲವ ಮರೆತೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಇರಲು ಒಂದೇ ಚಿಂತೆ,&lt;br /&gt;" ನನ್ನಿಂದ ದೂರವೇಕೆ ನೀನು? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನ್ನ ನಗುಮುಖವನ್ನ&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನವೂ ನೋಡಲೇಷ್ಟು ಚೆನ್ನ!&lt;br /&gt;ಆ ತುಂಟ ಕಣ್ಣಿನ ನೋಟ&lt;br /&gt;ಎಲ್ಲರಲೂ ನಾ ಕಾಣೆ&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ದೇವರಾಣೆ&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನ್ನ ನೋಡದೆ ಸೇರದು ಊಟ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನೀನು ಹೋಗಲು ದೂರ&lt;br /&gt;ನಾ ನಿತ್ರಾಣಗೊಂಡ ಶೂರ&lt;br /&gt;ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಬಾ ನಿನ್ನ್ ಒಣ ಬಿಗುಮಾನ&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನ್ನ ದಾರಿ ಕಾಯುತ&lt;br /&gt;ನಿಂತಿರಲು ನಾ ಅನವರತ&lt;br /&gt;ಅಂಧಕಾರದಲಿ ಇರುವ ಚಂದ್ರ ನಾ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನವೂ ಕಣ್ಣುಮುಚ್ಚಾಲೆ ಆಟ&lt;br /&gt;ಇರಲು ನಿಮ್ಮಪ್ಪನ ಕಾಟ&lt;br /&gt;ಮನೆಯಲಿ ಆತನ ಗೈರು ಹಾಜರಿ&lt;br /&gt;ತಂದಿರುವ ಕಳೆ ವಿಶೇಷ&lt;br /&gt;ಎಷ್ಟು ದಿನವೀ ಸಂತೋಷ&lt;br /&gt;ತಿಳಿಯದಿರೆ ನಾ ಕಥಾಂತ್ಯದ ಪರಿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-3401085281972706075?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/3401085281972706075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=3401085281972706075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3401085281972706075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3401085281972706075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_29.html' title='(ಇಲ್ಲದ) ಆ ಹೆಣ್ಣಿಗೆ !'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8337959756117572401</id><published>2008-01-21T13:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:09.234+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹರಟೆ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ದಿನಚರಿ'/><title type='text'>ಕೋಳಿ ಹಾಗೂ ತಮಾಗೋ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಜಪಾನಿಗರ ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಸಣ್ಣದಾಗಿಸುವ ಗೀಳಿಗೆ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knbc.com/news/10493995/detail.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಪಿಯಾನೋ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frostfirezoo.com/japan-invents-the-worlds-smallest-toilet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ನಾನೋ ಟಾಯ್ಲೆಟ್ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಇತ್ತಿಚಿನ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಸೇರ್ಪಡೆಯಾದದ್ದು. ಮರಗಿಡದೊಂದಿಗೆ ನಿಸರ್ಗವನ್ನು ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವ ಹಾಗೂ ಆರಾಧಿಸುವ 'ಶಿಂಟೊ'ಧರ್ಮಾನುಯಾಯಿಗಳ ನಾಡಾದ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಮರವನ್ನು ಕುಭ್ಜವಾಗಿಸುವ '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonsai"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಬೊನ್ಸೈ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' ಕಲೆ ಕರತಲಾಮಲಕ ಹಾಗೂ ತಲತಲಾಂತರದಿಂದ ಬಂದಿದ್ದು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಸಣ್ಣದಾಗಿಸಿ ನೋಡುವ ಇವರ ಗೀಳಿಗೆ ವ್ಯತಿರಿಕ್ತವಾಗಿ ಕಂಡಿದ್ದು MacDonalds ನಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಗುವ MegaTamago (ದೊಡ್ಡ ತತ್ತಿ(ಮೊಟ್ಟೆ)). ಅದರ ಜೊತೆ ಪರಿಚಯಿಸಿದ್ದು MegaMac. ಈ ಮೆಗಾಮ್ಯಾಕ ತಿಂದು ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ತುಂಬುವುದು ನಿಜವಾದರೂ ದವಡೆ ಜರಿದು ದವಾಖಾನೆ ಸೇರಿದವರ ಲೆಕ್ಕವೂ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾದಂತೆ ತೋರುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157844365158135650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R5RYH2gAN2I/AAAAAAAACZA/JV-JOdAryrU/s320/Mac1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R5RYjWgAN5I/AAAAAAAACZY/YXAwGU3Mq9I/s1600-h/Mc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157844837604538258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R5RYjWgAN5I/AAAAAAAACZY/YXAwGU3Mq9I/s320/Mc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R5RYbmgAN4I/AAAAAAAACZQ/g7gCG5HGYMA/s1600-h/Mac.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157844704460552066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R5RYbmgAN4I/AAAAAAAACZQ/g7gCG5HGYMA/s320/Mac.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಈ 'ದೊಡ್ಡತತ್ತಿ'ಗೆ ಬೇಕಾದಂತಹ ಮೊಟ್ಟೆ ಕೇವಲ ಆನುವಮಂಶಿಕವಾಗಿ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗೊಂಡ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಕೋಳಿಯಿಂದ ಬಂದಿರಬಹುದೆಂದು ಒಂದು ಊಹೆ ಇದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಕಾಲವೇ ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಹೇಳಬಲ್ಲುದು. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಆ ಮೊಟ್ಟೆಗಳ ಪಿತ ಈ ಹುಂಜವೇ ಇರಬಹುದೆನೋ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R5RYS2gAN3I/AAAAAAAACZI/PpjQ0irvS2M/s1600-h/Hen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157844554136696690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R5RYS2gAN3I/AAAAAAAACZI/PpjQ0irvS2M/s320/Hen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ದಿನಚರಿ: ದಿನ-334&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8337959756117572401?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8337959756117572401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6967692650106641160</id><published>2007-12-17T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:09.777+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ದಿನಚರಿ'/><title type='text'>ವಾರ್ಷಿಕ ವ್ಯಸನ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ವರ್ಷ ಮುಗಿಯುತ್ತಾ ಬಂದ ಹಾಗೆ ನೆನಪಾಗುವುದು Bob Geldof ಎನ್ನುವವ ಹೇಳಿದ ಮಾತು: "ಇದು ಕ್ರಿಸ್ಮಸ್ ಸಮಯ. ಹೆದರಿಕೆ ಪಡುವ ಯಾವುದೇ ಕಾರಣವಿಲ್ಲ". ಆದರೆ ಜಪಾನಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಇದು ನೀವು ಅತಿ ಕಾಳಜಿಯಿಂದ ಇರಬೇಕಾದ ಸಮಯ. ರಸ್ತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸುರಕ್ಷಿತವಾಗಿ ತಿರುಗುವುದು ಪಾದಚಾರಿಗಳ ಕೆಲಸ ಎಂದರೆ ತಪ್ಪೇನೂ ಇಲ್ಲ. ರಸ್ತೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ತಿರುಗುವಾಗ ಅತಿ ಕಾಳಜಿಯಿಂದ ತಿರುಗಬೇಕು. ಇಲ್ಲವಾದಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಡಿದು ತೂರಾಡುವವರ ನೆರೆ ಹಾವಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಲುಕುವ ಎಲ್ಲ ಚಾನ್ಸಸ್ ನಿಮ್ಮದು. ರಸ್ತೆ ಉದ್ದ, ಅಗಲ ಅಳೆಯುವವರ ಸಂತೆ ಸರ್ವೇ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ. ಉದ್ಯೋಗದಲ್ಲಿರುವವರ ಅತಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಕೆಲಸ ಕುಡಿತ ಅಂತ ಕಾಣಿಸುತ್ತೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ. ತಮ್ಮ ದೇಹದ ಅಂಗ ಎಷ್ಟು ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವೋ ಅದಕ್ಕೂ ಮೀರಿ ಕುಡಿಯುವುದು ಇಲ್ಲಿಯವರ ಪರಿಪಾಟ ಅನ್ನಿಸುತ್ತೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಇದಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾರಣ ಸರಿ ಸುಮಾರು ಎಲ್ಲ ಕಂಪನಿಗಳೂ ತಮ್ಮ ಕೆಲಸಗಾರರಿಗೆ ಡಿಸೆಂಬರ ತಿಂಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಆ ವರ್ಷವ ಮರೆಯಲು ನೀಡುವ ಪಾನಗೋಷ್ಠಿ. ಮಜದ ವಿಚಾರವೆನೆಂದರೆ ಬಹಳ ಜನ ವರ್ಷವ ಮರೆಯುವದೊಂದಿಗೆ ತಮ್ಮ ಹೆಸರು, ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗುವ ದಾರಿ ಹಾಗೂ ತಮ್ಮ ನೈಸರ್ಗಿಕ ಕ್ರಿಯೆಯ ಮೇಲಿನ ಹತೋಟಿ ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನು Temporaryಯಾಗಿ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡಿರುತ್ತಾರೆ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ವಾರ್ಷಿಕ ಪಾರ್ಟಿಯ ಹೆಸರು – ‘ಬೊನೆನ್ ಕೈ ಪಾರ್ಟಿ’. ಜಪಾನಿಗರು ಆಂಗ್ಲ ಭಾಷೆಯಿಂದ ಎರುವಲು ಪಡೆದ ಶಬ್ಧದ ರೂಪಾಂತರ ಇದು. ಮೂಲ ಪದ – “ Bonkers “. ಕಾನೂನಿನ ಕಾಳಜಿ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ , ಜನರ ಹುಚ್ಚು ನಡತೆಗೆ ಅತಿ ಹತ್ತಿರದ ಶಬ್ದ ಇದು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಜನರು ನೀರಿನಂದದಿ ಕುಡಿಯುವುದು ಇದು :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144955659526895234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R2aN6cc8doI/AAAAAAAACAA/H_8AKcb5h54/s400/Beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗುವ ಒಂದು ಶೈಲಿ – ರೈಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144955590807418482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R2aN2cc8dnI/AAAAAAAAB_4/yPYyxsA7ISI/s400/Deadman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಮತ್ತು ಬಾಗಿಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮೂಡಿದ ಚಿತ್ತಾರ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144955479138268770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/R2aNv8c8dmI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Vec2QKUBzU8/s400/Wyak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6967692650106641160?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ನಾನು ಒಂದು ವೇಳೆ ....&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ಮುಂದಿನ ದೊಡ್ಡಸ್ತಿಕೆಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಆಲೋಚಿಸದಿದ್ದರೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ಮತ್ತು ಸುತ್ತಲಿನ ಹಸಿರಿನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಹಾಗೂ ಕಟ್ಟಡದ ಹೊಸ ಕಣ್ಣಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡಿದ್ದರೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ಮತ್ತು ನನ್ನ ಸುತ್ತಮುತ್ತಲಿರುವವರ ಜೊತೆ ಕೈಜೋಡಿಸಿದ್ದರೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ಮತ್ತು ಹಂಚಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಬಿದ್ದ ಮಳೆ ಹನಿಯ ಶಬ್ದವ ಆಲಿಸಿದ್ದರೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ಮತ್ತು ಮೊದಲ ಮಳೆಯ ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ವಾಸನೆ ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದರೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ಮತ್ತು ಕ್ಷಣಕಾಲ ನನ್ನ ಮೇಲೆ ನಾನು ಹಾಕಿಕೊಂಡ ಕಟ್ಟುಪಾಡು ತೆಗೆದಿದ್ದರೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ಮತ್ತು ನನ್ನ ಬಾಳಸಂಗಾತಿಯ ಹೆಗಲ ಮೇಲೆ ಕೈಹಾಕಿ ಹಿಡಿದುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದರೆ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹೌದು...... ಇದ್ಯಾವುದಕ್ಕೂ ಇನ್ನೂ ಕಾಲ ಮೀರಿಲ್ಲ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಈಗ ಮುಂಜಾವು. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ಕೈಯ್ಯಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಕರಗದ ದಿನ.&lt;br /&gt;ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ದಿನ- ಕೇಳಲು ಹಾಗೂ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸಲು,&lt;br /&gt;ಕಳೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಹಾಗೂ ವೈಭವತೆಯನ್ನು ನೋಡಲು.&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ದಿನಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿದ್ದೇನೆ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಾನು ಈ ಮುಂಜಾವಿಗೆ ಇರದವರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಆಲೋಚಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ಈ ದಿನವ ಏನನ್ನೂ ಬಯಸದೇ ಬದುಕುವೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ಕೇವಲ ಬದುಕಲು ಬಯಸುವೆ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನವು ಸಣ್ಣ ಸಣ್ಣ ವಾದ ವಿವಾದಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನಲುಗಿಹೋಗಿತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಈಗ ನಾವು ವಾದ ವಿವಾದ ಯಾವುದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಎಂದು ತಿಳಿಯಲು ದೊಡ್ಡದಾಗಿ ವಾದ ವಿವಾದ ಮಾಡುತ್ತೇವೆ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5958730191633820731?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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ಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಕರನ್ನು ಹೊತ್ತ ಮೆಟ್ರೊ ಟ್ರೇನಿಗೆ ಗಮ್ಯ ತಲುಪುವ ತವಕ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಹಿಡಿದು ಕಾಲದ ಸದುಪಯೋಗ ಪಡೆಯುವವರಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನೂ ಒಬ್ಬ. ನನ್ನ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಪ್ರೇಮ, ನನಗೆ ತಗಲಿ ಹಾಕಿಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದು ನನ್ನ ಶಾಲಾ ದಿನದಲ್ಲಿ. ಬೊಂಬೆಮನೆ, ಚಂದಮಾಮ, ಬಾಲಮಿತ್ರದೊಂದಿಗೆ. ನನ್ನ ಓದುವ ಗೀಳಿಗೆ ನನ್ನ ತಂದೆ ಹಾಗೂ ಅಗ್ರಜನಿಂದ ಪ್ರೋತ್ಸಾಹದಾಯಕವಾಗಿ ಸದಾ ನನ್ನ ಜೋಳಿಗೆ ಪುಸ್ತಕದಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿರುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಅಲ್ಲಿನಿಂದ ಶುರುವಾದ ಪುಸ್ತಕದ ಹಿಂದಿನ ಓಟ ಇನ್ನೂ ಮುಗಿದಿಲ್ಲ. ಅದೊಂದು ಜೀವನ ಪರ್ಯಂತದ ಓಟ - Marathon for Lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಚಿಕ್ಕವನಿದ್ದಾಗ ಮುಂದೆ ಎನಾಗಬೇಕು ಎನ್ನುವ ಆಶೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಗ್ರಂಥಪಾಲಕನಾಗುವ ಆದಮ್ಯ ಆಶೆಯೂ ಒಂದಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಕಾಲದ ಗತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಯ ಗಾಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮೂಲ ಸ್ವರೂಪ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಬಂದು ತಲುಪಿ ಆಗಿದೆ. ಆ ಮುಗ್ಧ ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಗಾಳಿ ಬಿಸಿದಾಗ ಖುಷಿಯಾಗುವುದಂತೂ ಖಂಡಿತ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಟೊಕೀಯೊಗೆ ಬಂದ ನಂತರ ಇಲ್ಲಿ Alien Registration Card ಹಾಗೂ ವರ್ಕ ಪರ್ಮಿಟ್ ಸಿಕ್ಕ ನಂತರ ಮೊದಲು ಮಾಡಿದ ಕೆಲಸ ಲೈಬ್ರರಿ ಕಾರ್ಡ ಮಾಡಿಸಿದ್ದು. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರತಿ ಗ್ರಂಥಾಲಯದಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಉಚಿತ. ಆ ಗ್ರಂಥಾಲಯದ ಕಾರ್ಡ್ ಇದ್ದರೆ ಆಯಿತು. ಪ್ರಸ್ತುತ ನನ್ನ ಬಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಎರಡು ಕಾರ್ಡ್ ಇದೆ. ನಾನು ಖಾಯಂ ಹೋಗುವುದು ಹಿಬಿಯಾ ಗ್ರಂಥಾಲಯಕ್ಕೆ. ಒಟ್ಟಾರೆ ೧೦ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಉಚಿತ. ೨೧ ದಿನಗಳ ಎರವಲು ದಿನ. ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಸಾಂದ್ರ ಬಿಲ್ಲೆ ( CD ) ಯೂ ಎರವಲು ಸೇವೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಕೇವಲ ೫ CD , ೧೫ ದಿನಗಳ ಕಾಲ. ಆಂಗ್ಲ ಭಾಷೆಯ ವಿಭಾಗ ಗ್ರಂಧಾಲಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಲಿಸಿದರೆ ಸಣ್ಣದೆನಿಸಿದರೂ ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಸಂಗ್ರಹ ಇದೆ. ಭಾರತದಲ್ಲಿ ಬಹಿಷ್ಕಾರವಾದ ಸಲ್ಮಾನ್ ರಶ್ದಿ ಬರೆದ Satanic verses ಸಹ ಓದುವ ಯೋಗ ನನಗೆ ಇತ್ತು ಅಂಥ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಆ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ನೋಡಿದಾಗಲೆ ತಿಳಿದಿದ್ದು. ಒಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಕನ್ನಡದ ಪುಸ್ತಕದ ಕೊರತೆ ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ ಮತ್ತೆನೂ ಇಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಪುಸ್ತಕದ ಅಂಗಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತು ಯಾವುದೇ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನೂ ಓದಬಹುದು. ಯಾರೂ ಏನೂ ಹೇಳುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಕೆಲವೊಂದು ಪುಸ್ತಕಾಲಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ರೀತಿ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಓದಲು ಬೇರೆ ಜಾಗವೇ ಇದೆ !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಟಿಪ್ಪಣೆ:  Tachiyomi suru （立ち読みする）- ಪುಸ್ತಕಾಲಯದಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತು ಓದುವುದು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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ಹೊಂದುವುದಿಲ್ಲ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಮುಂದಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗಿ ದೋಚುವ ಆಶೆಯನ್ನು ( ಯಾರೂ ) ಬಿಡುವುದೂ ಇಲ್ಲ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದಾಗ ) ನುಂಗಿದವ ಬದುಕಿದ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ನೋಡಿದವ ಸೊರಗಿದ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಸಣ್ಣದಕ್ಕೆ ಆಶೆ ಪಡುವುದು ಮೂರ್ಖತನ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ದೊಡ್ಡದ್ದು ಸಿಕ್ಕರೆ ಬಿಡುವುದೂ ಮೂರ್ಖತನ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಬಹುಮಾನ ಕೊಡುವವರನ್ನು ಅವಲಂಬಿಸಿದೆಯೇ ಹೊರತು ಅರ್ಹತೆಯುಳ್ಳವರನ್ನಲ್ಲ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-3803667628862860081?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8994440155514565705</id><published>2007-10-27T05:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-27T05:39:07.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ದಿನಚರಿ'/><title type='text'>ಹಣ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಹಣ ಇಲ್ಲದಿರುವಾಗ ಬರುವ ತೊಂದರೆಗಳು .. ಇವುಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಆಲೋಚಿಸುತ್ತ ಕಳೆದ ಆ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದ ಟಿಪ್ಪಣೆಗಳಿಂದ ಆಯ್ದ ಕೆಲವು ತುಣುಕುಗಳು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* ಮನುಷ್ಯನಿಗೆ ಹಣದ ಹುಚ್ಚು ಇರಕೂಡದೆಂದು ನಂಬುವವರಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನೂ ಒಬ್ಬ. ಆದರೆ, ಹಣವಿಲ್ಲದಿರುವುದರಿಂದ ಬರುವ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗಳು ಬರಕೂಡದೆಂದು ನನ್ನ ಕೋರಿಕೆ.&lt;br /&gt;* ಒಂದು ಸಲ ಹಣ ಬರಲು ಪ್ರಾರಂಭವಾದರೆ ಅದು ಪ್ರವಾಹದಂತೆ, ಅಲೆಗಳಂತೆ ಬರುತ್ತಿರುತ್ತದೆ. ಇಷ್ಟೊಂದು ಹಣ ಈ ಪ್ರಪಂಚದಲ್ಲಿ ಇಷ್ಟು ದಿನ ಎಲ್ಲಿತ್ತು ಎಂದು ನಾವು ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯ ಪಡುವಂತೆ ಮಾಡುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;* ಊಟವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ದಿನಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಕಳೆದ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಿಂದ ಹಣವಿದ್ದರೆ ಲೆಕ್ಕವೇ ಇರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಗೇರಲು, ಮೊದಲಿನಿಂದಲೂ ನನಗಿರುವ ಏಕೈಕ ಅರ್ಹತೆ – “ ಹಣದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಆಕಾಂಕ್ಷಾಪೂರಿತವಾದ ಅವಗಾಹನೆ ಮಾತ್ರ”&lt;br /&gt;* ಹಣ ಸಂಪಾದಿಸುವ ಕಲೆಯನ್ನು ಒಂದು ಜವಾಬ್ದಾರಿಯೆಂದೂ, ಅಭ್ಯಾಸವಾಗಿಯೂ ಬದಲಾಯಿಸಬೇಕೆಂದೂ, ಅದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಈ ಪ್ರಪಂಚದಲ್ಲಿ ತುಂಬಾ ಅವಕಾಶಗಳಿವೆ ಎಂದೂ, ಹಣ ಸಂಪಾದಿಸುವುದು ಒಂದು ಆನಂದದಾಯಕವಾದ ಪ್ರಕ್ರಿಯೆಯೇ ವಿನಾ ಕಷ್ಟಪಡುವುದೋ, ಬೇರೆಯವರಿಗೆ ಮೋಸ ಮಾಡುವುದೋ ಅಲ್ಲವೆಂದು ನಾವು ಅರಿತುಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕು.&lt;br /&gt;* ಹಣ ಇರುವವರು ಬೇರೆ. ಹಣ ಸಂಪಾದಿಸುವವರು ಬೇರೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8994440155514565705?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8994440155514565705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8994440155514565705' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಆತ್ಮಗತ ಮಾತು</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ನಿ&lt;/span&gt;ಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯ ಬಾಗಿಲನ್ನು ಅದೃಷ್ಟ ಬಡಿಯುವುದು. ( ನೆನಪಿರಲಿ : ನೆಂಟರೂ ಕೂಡ ! ).&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ‘Fortune’ knocks. Next time it’s his daughter that knocks the door, ie. ‘Mis-fortune’.&lt;br /&gt;ಅದೃಷ್ಟ ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಬಾಗಿಲು ಬಡಿದರೆ ‘ ದುರಾದೃಷ್ಟ ‘ ನೀವು ಬಾಗಿಲು ತೆಗೆಯುವ ತನಕ ಬಡಿಯುತ್ತಲೇ ಇರುವುದು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ಪ್ರ&lt;/span&gt;ತಿಫಲ ಬಯಸಿದರೆ ಅದು ಸೇವೆಯಾಗಲಾರದು. ಅದೊಂದು ಕೆಲಸವಾದಿತು.&lt;br /&gt;ಅದಕ್ಕಾಗಿಯೇ ಸಾರ್ವಜನಿಕ ಆಸ್ಪತ್ರೆ , ಸರಕಾರಿ ಕಛೇರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ‘ ಪ್ರತಿಫಲ ‘ ಕೊಟ್ಟರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಕೆಲಸವಾದಿತು ! ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಸರಕಾರಿ ಕಛೇರಿಯ ಗೋಡೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಕಾಣುವ ಬರಹ – “ ಸರಕಾರಿ ಕೆಲಸ , ದೇವರ ಕೆಲಸ “ . ಆ ಸರಕಾರಿ ಕೆಲಸ , ದೇವರಿಗೇ ಪ್ರೀತಿ. ದೇವರೇ ಬಂದು ಆ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೊಡಬೇಕು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ಬ&lt;/span&gt;ದಲಾವಣೆ ನಮ್ಮ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿತ್ವದಲ್ಲಿ ಆಗಬೇಕು. ವರ್ತನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ನ&lt;/span&gt;ನಗೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಬೇಸರವಾದಾಗ, ಘಾಸಿಗೊಂಡಾಗ, ನನಗೆ ನಾನೇ ತುಂಬಾ ನಿರುಪಯುಕ್ತ ಅನ್ನಿಸಿದಾಗ ಒಂದು ವಿಷಯ ನೆನಪು ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವೆ ! ಆವತ್ತು ಕೋಟ್ಯಂತರ ವೀರ್ಯಾಣುಗಳು ಸ್ಪರ್ಧೆಗೆ ಬಿದ್ದಿದ್ದಾಗ ಅವೆಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಹಿಂದಕ್ಕೆ ಹಾಕಿ ಮಾತೃಗರ್ಭಕ್ಕೆ ಸೇರಿ ಮಗುವಿಗೆ ರೂಪು ಪಡೆದಿದ್ದು ಅತ್ಯಂತ ಯಶಸ್ವಿ ವೀರ್ಯಾಣು ನಾನೇ ಆಗಿದ್ದೆ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ಇ&lt;/span&gt;ಡಿ ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ಅನುಕಂಪ ಬೇಡುವ ಮನಸ್ಥಿತಿಯನ್ನು ದೂರವಿಟ್ಟರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಒಬ್ಬ ಮನುಷ್ಯ, ಏಕಾಂತದಲ್ಲಿ ಗಾಢವಾದ ಜೀವನ ದರ್ಶನ ಹುಟ್ಟುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ಏ&lt;/span&gt;ನು ನಡೆಯಿತೆಂದಲ್ಲ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ. ಅದನ್ನು ಹೇಗೆ ನೋಡಿದೆವೆಂದು ಉತ್ತರ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-1311229026417342997?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/1311229026417342997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=1311229026417342997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1311229026417342997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1311229026417342997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_08.html' title='ಆತ್ಮಗತ ಮಾತು'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-5333964684888879408</id><published>2007-10-05T21:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:10.320+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹೈಕು ?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ನೀಲುಗಳ ಅರಸುತಾ ....0.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RwZdjb7aKkI/AAAAAAAABLw/Oasj4Gm3m88/s1600-h/DSC02598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117880889926888002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RwZdjb7aKkI/AAAAAAAABLw/Oasj4Gm3m88/s400/DSC02598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ಚಳಿಯಾದಾಗ ನೀನೆ ಬೇಕು ಅಂತ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಚಡಪಡಿಸುವ ಜೀವಕ್ಕೆ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಹೊತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಹೇಳಲು ಬಾರದ ಅಮಾಯಕತೆ ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5333964684888879408?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/5333964684888879408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=5333964684888879408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5333964684888879408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5333964684888879408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='ನೀಲುಗಳ ಅರಸುತಾ ....0.4'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RwZdjb7aKkI/AAAAAAAABLw/Oasj4Gm3m88/s72-c/DSC02598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8753108457446737774</id><published>2007-09-29T21:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:10.519+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಪತ್ರ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ನೆನಪು'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಸಾವು – ಪತ್ರ – ಸಾರಾಂಶ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rv5zv77aKhI/AAAAAAAABLU/waLOIqqku7s/s1600-h/bialy-Death_and_Possibility_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115653494117378578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rv5zv77aKhI/AAAAAAAABLU/waLOIqqku7s/s400/bialy-Death_and_Possibility_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಹೀಗೆ ಒಂದು ಸಾವಿನ ಮುಂಚೆ ಬರೆದ ಪತ್ರದ ಸಾರಾಂಶ&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....ಈ ಬಾಳು ಇಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಇವತ್ತಿನ ಬದುಕು ಬದುಕೇ ಅಲ್ಲ. ಇದನ್ನು ತಿರಸ್ಕರಿಸಬೇಕು. ಇಲ್ಲಿಂದ ನಿರ್ಗಮಿಸಬೇಕು. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಸತ್ತು, ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕೊಳೆತು, ಇನ್ನೆಲ್ಲೋ ಚಿಗುರಬೇಕು. ನನ್ನ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವಕ್ಕೆ ಅರ್ಥವಿಲ್ಲ. ಇದು ಉತ್ತುಂಗ ಪರ್ವತದ ತುದಿಯೂ ಅಲ್ಲ; ನಿರ್ಜನ – ನೀರವ ಪ್ರಪಾತದ ಆಳವೂ ಅಲ್ಲ. ಇದು ನಿರ್ಮಾನುಷ ಬಯಲು.ಈ ಬಯಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಏನೂ ಬೆಳೆಯುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಏನೂ ಘಟಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಯಾರು ಬರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಇಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಹೊರಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗಲು ದಾರಿಯೂ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಬಯಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಒಂಟಿ ; ಒಬ್ಬಂಟಿ.&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನೊಂದಿಗೆ ನಾನೆ ಮಾತಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕು. ನಾನೇ ಸಂತೈಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕು. ನನ್ನೊಂದಿಗೆ ನಾನೇ ದುಃಖ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕು,ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಸಾಯುವ ಸವಲತ್ತೂ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಬದುಕುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಬೇಕಾಗುವ incentive ಕೂಡ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಹೇಗೆ ಬದುಕಿರಲಿ? ಅಥವಾ ಹೇಗೆ ಸಾಯಲಿ ? ನನ್ನಿಂದ ಯಾರನ್ನೂ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸಲೂ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾಗುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ. ಮತ್ತು ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಯಾರೂ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ. ( ನಾನು ನಿರೀಕ್ಷಿಸಿದಂತೆ ಅನ್ನಲೇ ? ( ಈಗಲೂ ಬಿಡದ ನನ್ನ ಕುಹುಕತನ ! )) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am Destitute. ನಾನು ಅನಾಥ. ಅನಾಥರನ್ನು ದೇವರು ಮಾತ್ರ ರಕ್ಷಿಸುತ್ತಾನಂತೆ. ನನ್ನ ಪಾಲಿಗೆ ದೇವರೇ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಅವನನ್ನೇ ನಂಬದವನಿಗೆ , ಅವನು ಕೊಡುವ ರಕ್ಷಣೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅದೆಂಥ ನಂಬಿಕೆಯಿದ್ದೀತು ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;……………… ನಾನು ಕಾಲವನ್ನು ಕಂಡ ಕಂಡಲ್ಲಿ ಕೊಂದುಬಿಟ್ಟೆ . ಈಗ ನಾನು ಕಾಲನ ಕೃಪೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದೆನೆ. ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಹೂಳಲು ಕಾಲ ತಯಾರಾಗಿ ನಿಂತಿದೆ ! ….ಇದುವೇ ಜೀವನ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rv5zv77aKhI/AAAAAAAABLU/waLOIqqku7s/s72-c/bialy-Death_and_Possibility_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-7276984378915462345</id><published>2007-09-22T06:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:10.664+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ದಿನಚರ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ವಿಡಂಬನೆ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RvRq977aKcI/AAAAAAAABKc/73FDI7godWI/s1600-h/nidde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112829089263790530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RvRq977aKcI/AAAAAAAABKc/73FDI7godWI/s400/nidde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಜಪಾನಿನ ರೈಲು ಪ್ರಯಾಣದಲ್ಲಿ ಖಾಯಂ ನೋಡುವ ದೃಶ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಇದೂ ಒಂದು. ಜನರಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿದ ರೈಲಿನಲ್ಲೂ ಗದ್ದಲ ಇಲ್ಲವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಮೊಬೈಲ ಕಿಂಕಿಣಿಯೂ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಜನರ ಮಾತೂ – ಪಿಸುಮಾತಿನಲ್ಲೆ. ಇಂತಹ ವಾತಾವರಣದಲ್ಲಿ ನಿದ್ದೆ ಬರದೆ ಇನ್ನೇನು ಮಾಡಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ ?…ಈ ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಹಳ ಮುಗ್ಧವಾಗಿ ಕಾಣುವುದು ಅಲ್ವಾ .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಆದರೆ ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಅತಿಯಾದ ದುಡಿತದಿಂದಾಗಿ ಒಬ್ಬ ಸಹಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಕ ಕುಳಿತಲ್ಲಿನಿಂದಲೇ ಗೊಟಕ್ ಅಂದಿದ್ದಾನೆ.. ಮನೆಯ ತಲುಪುವ ಬದಲು ಪರಂಧಾಮವ ತಲುಪಿದ್ದಾನೆ.ಇಲ್ಲಿನ ೧೪ ತಾಸಿನ ಕೆಲಸವ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಪರಲೋಕದ ಮೆಗಾ ಕಛೇರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ೨೦ ತಾಸಿನ ದುಡಿಮೆಗೆ ಹೊಂದಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕು ಆತ. ರೈಲಿನ ತೂಕಡಿಕೆ ನಿದ್ದೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಿಳಿಯದೆ ಆತ ಖಾಯಂ ನಿದ್ದೆಗೆ ಜಾರಿದ್ದು ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ವಿಷಾದನೀಯ.&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಆರು ಮಹಾನುಭಾವರಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾರು ಕುಳಿತಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಕೊಳೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾರೆ ಅಂಥ ಹೇಳ್ತಿರಾ ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-7276984378915462345?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/7276984378915462345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=7276984378915462345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7276984378915462345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7276984378915462345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_22.html' title='ವಿಡಂಬನೆ'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RvRq977aKcI/AAAAAAAABKc/73FDI7godWI/s72-c/nidde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-1278761636831795368</id><published>2007-09-14T09:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:10.680+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹೈಕು ?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ನೀಲುಗಳ ಅರಸುತಾ ....0.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RuoNHs06pWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/K2z2eApmUiY/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109911153148601698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RuoNHs06pWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/K2z2eApmUiY/s200/DSC02213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ನೀನು ಇಲ್ಲಿದರೆಷ್ಟು ಚೆನ್ನ !&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ಏಕತಾನತೆಯ ಕೊರೆತ ಕೇಳಲು&lt;br /&gt;ಸುಂದರ ಪೂರ್ಣಚಂದ್ರನ ನೋಡಲು&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ತಾರೆಗಳ ಮಧ್ಯದೀ&lt;br /&gt;ಬೆಳಗುವ ಪೂರ್ಣಿಮೆ ಚಂದ್ರನೇ&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನ್ನ ಸೌಂದರ್ಯವೂ ಕ್ಷಣಿಕವೇ,&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನ ನಿತ್ಯದ ಏರಿಳಿತದಿ ಸಾವು ಸನ್ನಿಹಿತ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-1278761636831795368?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RuoNHs06pWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/K2z2eApmUiY/s72-c/DSC02213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6441114888645886811</id><published>2007-09-13T10:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:11.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- ಹೈಕು ?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ನೀಲುಗಳ ಅರಸುತಾ ....0.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RujI-806pVI/AAAAAAAAA5o/0PAgrXLEQGw/s1600-h/raindrop_macro_leaf_extreme-dof_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109554761057346898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RujI-806pVI/AAAAAAAAA5o/0PAgrXLEQGw/s200/raindrop_macro_leaf_extreme-dof_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಭಗವಂತನ ಅಪಾರ ಆಸ್ತಿ ಲಕ್ಷ-ಕೋಟಿ ಇಹುದು,&lt;br /&gt;ಇಬ್ಬನಿ - ನಡುಗುತಿರುವ ಹುಲ್ಲಿನ ಮೇಲೆ&lt;br /&gt;ವಜ್ರದಂದದಿ ಹೊಳೆಯುತಿರಲು &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RujDzs06pTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/7g66LJgWjhc/s1600-h/park_bench470x353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109549070225679666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RujDzs06pTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/7g66LJgWjhc/s200/park_bench470x353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಓ&lt;/strong&gt;ಡುತಾ, ಓಡುತಾ ಅರಮನೆ ಸೇರಿದರೂ&lt;br /&gt;ಒಬ್ಬಂಟಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದಾಗ ಆವರಿಸಿಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದು -&lt;br /&gt;ಮುಳ್ಳಿನಂತೆ ನಾಟುವ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಗುಡಿಸಲ ನೆನಪು&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಬೆ&lt;/strong&gt;ಟ್ಟವ ಹತ್ತಲು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ನಿಧಾನವಾಗಿ,&lt;br /&gt;ಅತಿ ನಿಧಾನವಾಗಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಆ ಬಸವನ ಹುಳುವಿನಿಂದ,&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಆವರಿಸಿರುವ 'ಕುಂಟುತನ'&lt;br /&gt;ಅರಿವಾಗಿದ್ದು ಆ ಕ್ಷಣದಲ್ಲಿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RujDn806pRI/AAAAAAAAA5I/s9w8s7xmr34/s1600-h/4b1b23a0c3c13b4e5f1cd5b6cc934b95_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109548868362216722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RujDn806pRI/AAAAAAAAA5I/s9w8s7xmr34/s200/4b1b23a0c3c13b4e5f1cd5b6cc934b95_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RujDFs06pOI/AAAAAAAAA4w/eu4IsaiGLko/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RujC-s06pNI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Pcvlj39JS9U/s1600-h/4b1b23a0c3c13b4e5f1cd5b6cc934b95_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಕಿ&lt;/strong&gt;ವಿಬಳಿ ಕುಯ್ಞಿಗುಡುತ್ತಿರುವ ಸೊಳ್ಳೆ&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ಕೈ ಹೊಡೆತದಿ ಸಾವಿಗೆ ಶರಣು&lt;br /&gt;ಸಾವಿಗೆ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ್ಯ , ನನಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದೆ ಪುನರ್ಜನ್ಮ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107274257853429986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RuCu4MXZuOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/HH9wLMMFdUA/s400/chapeau5261.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ತಾಜ್ ಮಹಲನ ಸುಂದರ ಗೋಡೆಯ ಮಧ್ಯೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಆ ರೋಧನ , ರಕ್ತ , ಬೆವರು , ಶೋಷಣೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ಲುಪ್ತ ಸಮಾಧಿ ಹಾಗೂ ನೀರವ ಮೌನ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಮತ್ತೆ ವಸಂತ ಆರಂಭ :&lt;br /&gt;ಹಳೆಯ ಮೂರ್ಖತ್ವದ ಪುನರ್ ಆವರ್ತನ&lt;br /&gt;ಹೊಸ ತಪ್ಪುಗಳ ಆವಿಷ್ಕಾರ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ದೂರದ ಹೊಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿಸಿಲಲಿ&lt;br /&gt;ರೈತನ ಕೆಲಸ ನಡೆಯುತಿದೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಮಾವಿನ ಮರದ ನೆರಳಿನ ಛಾವಣಿಯಡಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಬೆವರು, ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಸಮ್ಮಿಳನ ಸುಖದ ನಿಟ್ಟುಸಿರಡಿಯಲಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ದೂರದ ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ಸುಂದರ&lt;br /&gt;ಪ್ರತಿಬಿಂಬ ರೆಕ್ಕೆ ಮುರಿದ&lt;br /&gt;ಆ ದುಂಬಿಯ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8151657526402736085?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8151657526402736085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8151657526402736085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8151657526402736085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಮರೆತ ಹಾದಿಯಲಿ - ಹಿನ್ನೋಟ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಕವನಗಳು , ಪನ್ನುಗಳನ್ನು ಬರೆಯುವದರಲ್ಲಿ ಇರುವ ಸುಖ ಮತ್ತೆ , ಮತ್ತೆ&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದೆಳೆದು ಬರೆಯುವ ಹಾದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಂದು ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸಿದಾಗ ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಕೆಲವು ಕಾಯಿಗಳು -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ಕಾಲೇಜಾಯಣ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ವಿಚಿತ್ರ ಲೋಕವೇ ಸರಿ , ಕಾಲೇಜು&lt;br /&gt;ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಒಂದೊಂದು ಕ್ರೇಜು&lt;br /&gt;ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಓದಲು ಬರುವವರು ಕಮ್ಮಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಅರೇ ! ಷೋಡಶಿಯರು ಆಗ್ವರು ಮಮ್ಮಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ಜೋಡಿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ , ಅವಳ ಪರಿಪೂರ್ಣ ಜೋಡಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಮದುವೆಗೆ ಮೊದಲು - ಪ್ರೇಮದ ಕೋಡಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಜನಿಸಲು ನಾಲಕ್ಕು ಜೀವದ ಕುಡಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಈಗ ಬರಿ ಸಾಲದ ಹೊರೆಯೇ ಬಿಡಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;ತೀರ್ಪನು ನೀಡಿತು&lt;br /&gt;ನ್ಯಾಯಾಧೀಶರ Mouth&lt;br /&gt;'ಕೊಲೆಗಾರನಿಗೆ ತಕ್ಕ ಸಜಾ " मौत "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;ಕ್ಯಾತ ಓದಿದ್ದು&lt;br /&gt;ಕರಿಕೋಟಿನವರ&lt;br /&gt;" Law "&lt;br /&gt;ಪ್ರತಿ ಕೇಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಗೆದ್ದಾಗಲೂ&lt;br /&gt;ಇವಗೆ " ಧನ -Lawಭ "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-1855338628695941030?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/1855338628695941030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=1855338628695941030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1855338628695941030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ತಮ್ಮ&lt;/span&gt; ಜೊತೆ ತಮ್ಮ ಸಾಕು ನಾಯಿಗೂ ವಾಕಿಂಗ್ ಮಾಡಿಸುವ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ ನಗರ ಪ್ರದೇಶದಲ್ಲಿ ಈಗ Fashion ಆಗಿದೆ.ಇದು ನಾಯಿಯ ಆರೋಗ್ಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಕಾಳಜಿ ಎಂದರೆ ತಪ್ಪು. ನಾಯಿ ಮುಂಡೆದು ತಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯ ಮುಂದೆ ಗಲೀಜು ಮಾಡದೆ ಮತ್ಯಾರ ಮನೆ ಮುಂದೆಯೋ ರಸ್ತೆಯ ನಡುಮಧ್ಯೆಯೋ ಮಾಡಲಿ ಎಂಬ ಕುತಿತ್ಸ ಯೋಜನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ಟೊಕಿಯೋದಲ್ಲಿ ಅನೇಕ ನಾಯಿ ಪಾಲಕರನ್ನು ನಾಯಿಯನ್ನು ವಾಕಿಂಗ್ ಕರೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗುವುದನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಒಂದು ಪ್ಲಾಸ್ಟಿಕ್ ಬ್ಯಾಗನ್ನು ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಯಾಕೆ ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗುತ್ತಾರೆಂದು ಬಹಳ ದಿನದ ತನಕ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದರೆ ಒಂದು ದಿನ ತಿಳಿಯಿತು. ಆ ನಾಯಿಯ ಗಲೀಜನ್ನು ಪ್ಲಾಸ್ಟಿಕ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ತುಂಬಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿರುವಾಗ ನಾನು ನಾಯಿ ಯಜಮಾನನನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದೆ. ಆ ಹಾದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ ಮತ್ಯಾರೂ ಇರದಿದ್ದರೂ ಆತ ಆ ಕೆಲಸ ಖಡಾಕಂಡಿತ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಎನ್ನುವುಧು ಗ್ಯಾರಂಟಿ. ಈ ರೀತಿಯ ನಾಗರಿಕ ಪ್ರಜ್ಞೆ ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಇದ್ದರೇ ಎನ್ನುವ ಆಲೋಚನೆ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಮನದೆದುರು ಹಾದಿ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದಂತೂ ನಿಜ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಇಂದು ಯೋಯೋಗಿಯಲ್ಲಿರುವ ನಮ್ಮ ಆಫೀಸಿಗೆ ಕಂಪನಿಯ ಮೇಲಧಿಕಾರಿಗಳು ಬಂದಿದ್ದಾರೆಂದು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೆ. Ebisu ಎನ್ನುವ ಸ್ಟೇಷನನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಬ್ಬ ಸ್ವಯಂಚಾಲಿತ ಟಿಕೇಟ್ ಕೌಂಟರ ಬಳಿ ಲಾಬ್ರಡಾರ ಜಾತಿಯ ನಾಯಿ ಹಿಡಿದು ನಿಂತಿದ್ದ. ಮಾನವ ಸಹಜ ಕುತೂಹಲದೊಂದಿಗೆ ನೋಡಿದರೆ ಆತ ಕುರುಡ. ಆ ನಾಯಿ ಪೂರ್ತಿ ತರಬೇತಿ ಪಡೆದ ನಾಯಿಯ ತರಹ ಕಂಡಿತು. ಕಾರಣ ಆ ನಾಯಿ ಅಷ್ಟು ಜನ ದಟ್ಟನೆಯಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ವೀಚಲಿತವಾಗದೆ ಆರಾಮವಾಗಿ ಒಡೆಯನ ಕಣ್ಣಾಗಿ ನಿಂತಿತ್ತು. ಕಾಕತಾಳಿಯ ಎನ್ನುವಂತೆ ತಿರುಗಿ ಆಫೀಸಿನಿಂದ ಬರುವಾಗ ( ಸುಮಾರು ೧.೩೦ ತಾಸಿನ ನಂತರ ) ಯೋಯೋಗಿ ಸ್ಟೇಷನ್ನನಲ್ಲಿ ಅದೆ ಮಹಾನುಭಾವನನ್ನು ಕಂಡೆ. ಈ ಬಾರಿ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ವಿಚಿತ್ರ ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಬಿತ್ತು. ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದ ೪ ಸ್ವಯಂಚಾಲಿತ ಟಿಕೇಟ್ ಕೌಂಟರನಲ್ಲಿ ೧ ಮಾತ್ರ ಖಾಲಿ ಇತ್ತು. ಆ ನಾಯಿ ಆ ಖಾಲಿ ಇರುವ ಕೌಂಟರ ಬಳಿ ಅವನನ್ನು ಕರೆದೊಯ್ದು ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸಿದಾಗ ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ಆತ ಎಷ್ಟು ಸ್ವತಂತ್ರವಾಗಿ ಯಾರ ಮೇಲೂ ಹೊರೆಯಾಗದೆ ಬದುಕುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾನೆ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತು. ಆ ನಾಯಿಗೂ ಈ ನಾಯಿ ಪ್ರಿಯನ ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6967800557928176906?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6967800557928176906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6967800557928176906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6967800557928176906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6967800557928176906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_05.html' title='ಶ್ವಾನ ಪುರಾಣ'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-5825471171356363969</id><published>2007-09-05T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:00:34.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹೈಕು ?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ನೀಲುಗಳ ಅರಸುತಾ ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ನೀಲುಗಳ ಅರಸುತಾ ಹೊರಟಾಗ&lt;br /&gt;ಕೈಗೆಟಕಿದ್ದು ಧೂಳು ಹಿಡಿದ&lt;br /&gt;ಟಿಪ್ಪಣೆ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ..&lt;br /&gt;ತಡಕಾಡಿದಾಗ ಹೊರಬಂದಿದ್ದು&lt;br /&gt;ಹಳೆಯ ನೆನಪು - ಮೈ ಆವರಿಸಿ ಕೊಂಡ ಘಾಟು ಬೆವರಿನ ತರಹ ...&lt;br /&gt;ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದು ಈ ಕೆಲವು ಬರಹ. ಬೆಳಕು ಕಾಣದೆ ಅಟ್ಟ ಸೇರಿದ ಬರಹದಲ್ಲಿ ಇದೂ ಒಂದು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ನಿನ್ನ&lt;/span&gt; ಪ್ರೇಮದ ಬೆಳಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ನೋಡಿದ ಜಗತ್ತು&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ 'ಕುರುಡ' ಎಂದಾಗ&lt;br /&gt;ಆವರಿಸಿದ್ದು ಅಮವಾಸ್ಯೆಯ ಕತ್ತಲೆ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ಯೌವನ್ನ &lt;/span&gt;ಎಂಬ ತೂಗು ಸೇತುವೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಆವರಿಸಿದೆ ಸುಕ್ಕುಗಟ್ಟಿದ ಬಳ್ಳಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಇನ್ನೆಲ್ಲಿ ಆರ್ಭಟದ ತೂಗುವಿಕೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಪುಸ್ತಕದ ಪುಟದಂದದಿ ಮೈ-ಮುಖದ&lt;br /&gt;ಮೇಲೆ ಹರಡಿರಲು ನೆರಿಗೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ಚಳಿ&lt;/span&gt;ಯಾದಾಗ ಮಾತ್ರ ನೀನೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಬೇಕು ಅಂತ ಚಡಪಡಿಸುವ&lt;br /&gt;ಜೀವಕ್ಕೆ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಹೊತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ ಹೇಳಲು ಬಾರದ&lt;br /&gt;ಅಮಾಯಕತೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5825471171356363969?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/5825471171356363969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=5825471171356363969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5825471171356363969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5825471171356363969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='ನೀಲುಗಳ ಅರಸುತಾ ...'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-5464340247835342918</id><published>2007-08-27T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:10:12.347+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ದಿನಚರ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಅಲೆಮಾರಿಯ ದಿನಚರಿಯಿಂದ ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ದಿನ -7300&lt;br /&gt;ಬದುಕಿದ್ದಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲ 'ಸಾವು,ಸಾವು' ಎಂದು ಬಡಬಡಿಸುತ್ತಾ - ಸಾಯುವ ದಿನ ಬದುಕಿಗಾಗಿ ಹಂಬಲಿಸಿದ್ದು ಎಂಥ ವಿಪರ್ಯಾಸ ( ಪ್ರತ್ಯಕ್ಷ ದರ್ಶನ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನ - 7308&lt;br /&gt;ಪಂಚೇಂದ್ರಿಯಗಳನ್ನು ಮೀರಿ ಒಳನುಗ್ಗುವ ಅನುಭವಗಳು ನಮಗೆ ಸತ್ಯದ ದರ್ಶನ ಮಾಡಿಸಬಲ್ಲವು.ಅಕ್ಷರಗಳ ಮೂಲಕ ಒಳಸೇರಿದಷ್ಟೇ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ನಿಜವಾಗಿಯೂ ಒಳಗೊಳ್ಳಬಲ್ಲದು.ಒಳಗೊಳಗೆ ಬೆಳೆಯಬಲ್ಲದು.ಕಾಣದ ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕರೆದೊಯ್ಯಬಲ್ಲುದು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನ - 10885&lt;br /&gt;ಬದುಕುವ ಭಯ - ಸಾವಿನ ಭಯಕ್ಕಿಂತ ದೊಡ್ಡದು. ( 01/02/**** ).&lt;br /&gt;ಆದರೆ ಸಾವಿನ ಸಾರ್ಥಕತೆಯಲ್ಲೇ ಬದುಕಿನ ನಿರರ್ಥಕತೆಯ ಅರಿವಾಗುವುದು. ( ಹಿಂದೊಮ್ಮೆ ನನ್ನ ದಿನಚರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದ ನೆನಪು - 'ಆತ್ಮಹತ್ಯೆ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಅಪಾರವಾದ ಧೈರ್ಯ ಬೇಕು. ಹೇಡಿಗಳು ಆತ್ಮಹತ್ಯೆ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಸಾವಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ರೀತಿಯ ಪ್ರಶಾಂತತೆ ಮನುಷ್ಯರನ್ನು  ಆವರಿಸುತ್ತದೆ ಎಂದು ನನ್ನ  ಅನಿಸಿಕೆ ')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನ - 9754&lt;br /&gt;ಮದುವೆ ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಅತಿ ಆಶೆ ಮತ್ತು ಅತ್ಯಧಿಕ ಅವಕಾಶಗಳ ಸಂಗಮ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನ - 9755&lt;br /&gt;ಬಿಡುವದರಲ್ಲಿ  ಇರುವ ಆನಂದ , ಹಿಡಿಯುವದರಲ್ಲಿ  ಇಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಯ ಸಾಕ್ಷಾತ್ಕಾರವೇ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗೆ ಪರಿಹಾರವೂ ಕೂಡ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನ - 10884&lt;br /&gt;ನೀವು ಸ್ವರ್ಗಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗಬಯಸಿದರೆ ನಿಮಗೊಂದು  ಕಿವಿಮಾತು..&lt;br /&gt;(ನೀವು ಸತ್ತಾಗ ಮಾತ್ರ ಇದು ಸಾಧ್ಯ. ಇದು ಜೀವನದ ಕಟು ಸತ್ಯವೂ ಹೌದು ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5464340247835342918?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/5464340247835342918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=5464340247835342918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5464340247835342918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5464340247835342918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_27.html' title='ಅಲೆಮಾರಿಯ ದಿನಚರಿಯಿಂದ ...'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8492452456252611808</id><published>2007-08-16T14:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:37:32.661+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ನೆನಪು'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಗೆಳತಿಗೆ ಪತ್ರ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...... " ಯಾರು ನೋವಿಗೆ, ಕಾರ್ಪಣ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ತನ್ನನ್ನು ತಾನು ಒಡ್ಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾನೋ ಅವನು ಮನುಷ್ಯನಾಗುತ್ತಾನೆ.ಆನಂತರ ಕಲಾವಿದನಾಗುತ್ತಾನೆ. ಇಲ್ಲವೇ ಸಾಧಕನಾಗುತ್ತಾನೆ.ಆದರೆ ನೋವಿನ ಹೊಂಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಖಾಯಂ ಆಗಿ ಬಿದ್ದು, ಸ್ವಾನುಕಂಪದಿಂದ ಬಳಲುವಾತ, ಬದುಕನ್ನಿರಲಿ, ನೋವನ್ನು ಪ್ರಾಮಾಣಿಕವಾಗಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸಿರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಬದುಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಅಸಂಖ್ಯರು ಕೊರಗಪ್ಪಗಳಾಗಿ ಮಾರ್ಪಾಡುವುದು ಹೀಗೆ. ನೋವೆಂಬುದು ಯಾವತ್ತೂ ರಿಲೇಟಿವ್. ಅದನ್ನು ಪ್ರಾಮಾಣಿಕವಾಗಿ ಇಷ್ಟ ಪಟ್ಟರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಅದರೊಂದಿಗೆ ಕದನ ಮತ್ತು ಗೆಲುವು ಸಾಧ್ಯ. ನೋವುಗಳನ್ನು ಪ್ರೀತಿಸಿದವನಿಗೆ ಜೀವನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ತಾನಾಗಿ ಬರುತ್ತದೆ. ನಿರಂತರ ನೋವನ್ನು ನೀಡುತ್ತಾ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ 'ಜೀವನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ' ಹುಟ್ಟಿಸಿದ ನಿನಗೆ Hats off And a friendly Bear Hug ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ಗೆಳತಿ ನೀ ಸದಾ ಖುಷಿಯಿಂದರಲಿ ಎಂದು ತುಂಬು ಹೃದಯದ ಆಕಾಂಕ್ಷೆ ಹೊತ್ತ ( lonely ) ಗೆಳೆಯ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಬಾಲಂಗೋಚಿ : ನೆನಪಿರಲಿ , " ಕನಸುಗಳನ್ನು ಮರೆತು ಹೋದ ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಗಾಯಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನರಳುತ್ತ ಬದುಕು ಮುಗಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾನೆ ". ಇದನ್ನು ಯಾವತ್ತೂ ನೀ ಮರೆಯದಿರು !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8492452456252611808?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8492452456252611808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8492452456252611808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8492452456252611808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8492452456252611808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_16.html' title='ಗೆಳತಿಗೆ ಪತ್ರ'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-4468681974732912831</id><published>2007-08-15T07:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:29:45.889+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹರಟೆ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಹಿರಿಯರಿಗೆ ಬರೆದ ಪತ್ರ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಹಿರಿಯರಿಗೆ ನಮಸ್ಕಾರಗಳು ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನೆಲ್ಲಾ ಬಹಳ ದಿನಗಳಿಂದ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದು ನನ್ನ ಅರಿವಿಗೆ ಬಂದಿದ್ದು ಏನೆಂದರೆ ನಾನು ನಿಮ್ಮ ತರಹ ಇಲ್ಲ.ಸಮಾನ ವಯಸ್ಕರಾದರೂ ನಾನು ನಿಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲರಿಗಿಂತ ಭಿನ್ನ ! " ಅಪರೂಪವಾದದ್ದು - ನಾಚಿಕೆಯಿಂದ ಬಳಲುವುದು " ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಸತ್ಯವಾದರೂ ನನ್ನ ಪಾಲಿಗೆ ಅದು ಮಿಥ್ಯ.ಅದಕ್ಕಾಗಿಯೇ ಒಬ್ಬರನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರು ಅರ್ಥ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಸುಲಭವಾಗಲೆಂದು ಈ ಮುನ್ನುಡಿ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನಗೆ ಅನ್ನಿಸುವ ಪ್ರಕಾರ ನನ್ನ ಮಾನಸಿಕ ಬೆಳವಣಿಗೆ ನನ್ನ 14ನೇ ವರ್ಷದಂದು ನಿಂತು ಹೋಯಿತು.ಅದು ನಿಜ ಅನ್ನುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಪೂರಕವಾಗುವಂತೆ ನನಗೆ ಈ ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಯಾವುದೇ ವಿಚಾರ ತಲೆ-ಬುಡ ಅರ್ಥವಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;- ಹಣ&lt;br /&gt;- ಗಿರವಿ ಇಡುವುದು&lt;br /&gt;- ವ್ಯವಹಾರ&lt;br /&gt;- ಕುಟುಂಬ&lt;br /&gt;- ವಿಮಾ ಪಾಲಿಸಿ&lt;br /&gt;- ಭೋಜನ ಕೂಟ&lt;br /&gt;- ಮಹತ್ವಾಕಾಂಶೆ&lt;br /&gt;- ಜನಸಂಪರ್ಕ&lt;br /&gt;- ಗಾಳಿ ಸುದ್ದಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಕ್ಷಮಿಸಿ, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಅಮೂಲ್ಯವಾದ ( ಹಣದಷ್ಟೆ ಕಾಲವೂ ಅಮೂಲ್ಯ ಎಂದು ನಿಮ್ಮಲೇ ಒಬ್ಬರು ಹೇಳಿದ ನೆನಪು ! )ಕಾಲವನ್ನು ನಾನು ನಿಮ್ಮಿಂದ ಕದಿಯಲು ನನಗೆ ಮನಸಿಲ್ಲದ ಕಾರಣ ಈ ಪತ್ರವನ್ನು ಈ ಮೊದಲು ಹೇಳಿದಂತೆ ಮುಂದಿನ ನನ್ನ ಕೊರೆತಕ್ಕೆ'ಮುನ್ನುಡಿ' ಎಂಥಲೇ ಭಾವಿಸಿ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಮತ್ತೆ ನಿಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲರಿಗೆ ಬರವಣಿಗೆಯಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಸಿಗುತ್ತೇನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಪ್ರೀತಿಪೂರ್ವಕವಾಗಿ ,&lt;br /&gt;- ಇಂತಿ ನಿಮ್ಮವ&lt;br /&gt;ಅನಿಕೇತನ&lt;br /&gt;(ವಯಸ್ಸು - 45 ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-4468681974732912831?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/4468681974732912831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=4468681974732912831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4468681974732912831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4468681974732912831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_15.html' title='ಹಿರಿಯರಿಗೆ ಬರೆದ ಪತ್ರ'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-5009350455895834534</id><published>2007-08-14T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:01:29.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ಚಮಚಾಗಿರಿ</title><content type='html'>ಚಮಚಾಗಿರಿ :&lt;br /&gt;ನಮಗೆ ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲದಂತೆ ವಾಕ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಒಂದು ಜೊತೆ ಶಬ್ದಗಳ ಅಕ್ಷರ ಬದಲಾವಣೆ ಮಾಡುವಿಕೆಗೆ 'ಚಮಚಾಗಿರಿ' ಎನ್ನಬಹುದು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;strong&gt;spoonerism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900, but perhaps as early as 1885, involuntary transposition of sounds in two or more words (cf. "a well-boiled icicle" for "a well-oiled bicycle;" "scoop of boy trouts" for "troop of Boy Scouts"), in allusion to the Rev. William A. Spooner (1844-1930), warden of New College, Oxford, who was famous for such mistakes. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹಂದಿಯ ಮರಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಮಂದಿಯ ಹರಿ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ವೀರಭದ್ರನ ಸರಸ ಸಲ್ಲಾಪ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಸರಭದ್ರನ ವಿರಸ ಸಲ್ಲಾಪ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹರಿಯೇ ನಾ ತಾಳಲಾರೆ ಈ ಉರಿಯ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಉರಿಯೇ ನಾ ತಾಳಲಾರೆ ಈ ಹರಿಯ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಬಾಡಿಗೆಗೆ ತಂದ ಗಾಡಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಗಾಡಿಗೆಗೆ ತಂದ ಬಾಡಿ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಪೇಪರನ್ನು ಓದ್ರೊ ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಓಪರನ್ನು ಪೆದ್ರೊ !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5009350455895834534?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/5009350455895834534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-5777735323503099139</id><published>2007-08-10T08:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:51:47.001+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಪುಟ ತೀರುವಿದಾಗ ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಹರೀಶ&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಮ್ಮಯ&lt;br /&gt;ವಾಚಾಳಿ ಗೆಳೆಯ ಗೃಹಸ್ಥ&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;ಹರೀಶ&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;ಅವನ ಮನೆಯಲಿ&lt;br /&gt;ನಾವ್ ಕೂಗಿದರೆ ' &lt;strong&gt;ಹರೀ...&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;ಬಂದ ಉತ್ತರ ಮಾತ್ರ ' &lt;strong&gt;ಶ್ !&lt;/strong&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ತುಂಬಾ ಹಿಂದೆ ಗೃಹಸ್ಥಾಶ್ರಮ ಸೇರಿದ ವಾಚಾಳಿ ಗೆಳೆಯ ಹರೀಶನ ಕುರಿತು ಹಿಂದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಯಾವಾಗಲೋ ಗೀಚಿದ್ದು )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಅವಶ್ಯಕತೆ&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಲೇಖಕ ಮದುವೆಯಾದ&lt;br /&gt;ಹೇಳುತಾ&lt;br /&gt;" ಜೀವನದಲಿ ಇದೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಹೆಣ್ಣಿನ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಅವಶ್ಯಕತೆ&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;ದಾಂಪತ್ಯ ಜೀವನದ&lt;br /&gt;ಸವಿ ಉಂಡು&lt;br /&gt;ಬರೆಯುತಿರುವ&lt;br /&gt;' &lt;strong&gt;ಆ - ವಿಷ - ಕಥೆ &lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these ಚುಟುಕು were written keeping in mind the beauty of ' oxymoron ' , Where contradictory terms are combined to give a special effects like “cruel kindness” or “to make haste slowly.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5777735323503099139?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/5777735323503099139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ದಾಹ&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾಡುವ ಮೋಹ&lt;br /&gt;ಹೀಗೆಯೇ ಆಗಿದೆ ಜೀವನದ ಸವಕಳಿ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಎಳೆಯ ಮನ ಕಂಡ ಕಷ್ಟ &lt;br /&gt;ಆಗಿನಿಂದಲೇ ನಾ ರೋಗಿಷ್ಟ&lt;br /&gt;ಅನಸ್ತೇಶಿಯಾದಂತೆ ಕನಸಾದಾಗ ವರ&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾಲಕ್ಕೂ ಅತೀತ&lt;br /&gt;ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಸಮ್ಮೀಳಿತ&lt;br /&gt;ನಾ ಬವಣೆಯ ಮಧ್ಯವೂ ಸುಖದ ಆಗರ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಖರ್ಚಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಕಂಡ ಕನಸು &lt;br /&gt;ಮುದಗೊಂಡ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸು&lt;br /&gt;ಆವರಿಸಿದಾಗ ಕಷ್ಟ ಎಂಬ ಭಾರ&lt;br /&gt;ಯೋಚಿಸಲು ಹೆದರಿ&lt;br /&gt;ನಿರ್ಲಿಪ್ತತೆಯೆ ಸರಿ !&lt;br /&gt;ಪರಿಹಾರ ಉಳಿಯಿತು ಬಹು ದೂರ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ವಾಸ್ತವತೆ ತಿಳಿದಾಗ ನಾ ಬೆಪ್ಪು&lt;br /&gt;ಆವರಿಸಿರಲು ನನ್ನನು ಮುಪ್ಪು&lt;br /&gt;ಕಂಡಿರುವೆ ನಾ ಕನಸಿನ ಹತ್ತಾರು ಮುಖ&lt;br /&gt;ಬೇಡ ಮರೀಚಿಕೆ !&lt;br /&gt;ಜೀವನದಿ ಏಕೆ ಅಂಜಿಕೆ&lt;br /&gt;ವಾಸ್ತವತೆ ಅನುಭವಿಸಿ ನಾ ಪಡುವೆ ಸುಖ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6113340369797438043?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-7752091126090662232</id><published>2007-08-08T10:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:05:57.257+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ನಿಶೆಯ ಆನಂದ</title><content type='html'>ಬೇಸಿಗೆ ರಾತ್ರಿಯ ನಿಶ್ಯಬ್ದ ವಾತಾವರಣ &lt;br /&gt;ತಂದಿದೆ ದಣಿದ ಮನಕ್ಕೆ ಆಹ್ಲಾದತನ &lt;br /&gt;ಈ ನಿಶಾಚರ ರಾತ್ರಿಗೆ ಇದೆ ತನ್ನದೆ ಬೆಡಗು ಬಿನ್ನಾಣ &lt;br /&gt;ಇದೋ ... &lt;br /&gt;ನಿದ್ದೆ ನೀಡುವ ಆ ಮುಗ್ಧ ಸುಖಕ್ಕೆ ನನ್ನ ನಮನ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-7752091126090662232?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-3662792664813191282</id><published>2007-08-03T08:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:11:10.327+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಜೋಳಿಗೆ ಜೋಕು'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಹೀಗೊಂದು ಕಥೆ</title><content type='html'>ಆ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಗಂಡ,ಹೆಂಡತಿ ಇಬ್ರೆ ಇರ್ತಿದ್ದ.&lt;br /&gt;(ನಾನು ಇಲ್ಲಿ &lt;a href="http://www.motugode.blogspot.com/"&gt;ಮೋಟುಗೋಡೆಯಾಚೆ&lt;/a&gt;ಯ ವಿಚಾರ ಹೇಳ್ತಾಇಲ್ಲೆ ! )&lt;br /&gt;ಆ ದಿನ ಬೆಳಗಾ ಮುಂಚೆ ಹೆಂಡತಿ ಮೂರೆ ಮೂರು ದೋಸೆ ಮಾಡಿತ್ತು. &lt;br /&gt;ಎರಡು ದೋಸೆ ಗಂಡಂಗೆ..ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ತಂಗೆ ಹೇಳಿ.&lt;br /&gt;ಅಕಸ್ಮಾತ ಭಾವ ಬಂದ !&lt;br /&gt;ಹೆಂಡತಿಗೆ ಚಿಂತೆ ಶುರು ಆತು ; ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು ಮೂರೇ ದೋಸೆ, ಹಿಟ್ಟೂ ಇಲ್ಲೆ.ಯಂತ ಮಾಡಕಾತು ಹೇಳಿ ಗಂಡನ ಹತ್ರ ಕೇಳ್ಚು.&lt;br /&gt;ಗಂಡ ಹೇಳ್ದ - " ನೀ ಯಂತ ಚಿಂತೆ ಮಾಡಡ.ಯಂಗೆ , ಭಾವಂಗೆ ಮೊದ್ಲು ಆಸ್ರಿಗೆ ಹಾಕು.ಇಬ್ರಿಗೂ ಒಂದೊಂದು ದೋಸೆ ಹಾಕು. ಎರಡನೆ ದೋಸೆ ಮೊದಲು ಯನ್ನ ಹತ್ರ ತಗಂಡು ಬಾ.ಆನು ಯಲ್ಲ ನೋಡ್ಕ್ಯತ್ತಿ ".&lt;br /&gt;ಹೆಂಡತಿ ಹಾಂಗೆ ಮಾಡ್ಚು.&lt;br /&gt;ಒಂದೊಂದು ದೋಸೆ ತಿಂದಾದ ಮೇಲೆ ಎರಡನೇ ದೋಸೆ ಮೊದ್ಲು ಗಂಡನ ಹತ್ರ ತಗಂಡು ಹೋತು.&lt;br /&gt;ಆವಾಗ ಗಂಡ ಹೇಳ್ದ - " ಎರಡು ದೋಸೆ ತಿನ್ನಲ್ಲೆ ಆನು ಯಂತ ಕತ್ತೆ ಹೇಳಿ ಮಾಡಿದ್ಯನೆ, ಭಾವಂಗೆ ಹಾಕು ".&lt;br /&gt;ತಕ್ಷಣ ಭಾವ ಹೇಳ್ದ - " ಯಂಗೂ ಬ್ಯಾಡ, ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ತುಂಬ್ಚು " &lt;br /&gt;ಮೂರನೆ ದೋಸೆ ಹೆಂಡತಿಗೆ ಉಳತ್ತು.&lt;br /&gt;ಹ್ಯಾಂಗೆ ಗಂಡನ  idea ? ಚಲೋ ಇಲ್ಯ ?&lt;br /&gt;( ಕೇಳಿದ್ದು ....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-3662792664813191282?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/3662792664813191282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=3662792664813191282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rq0nQXKVs4I/AAAAAAAAAjg/4UFGhMGyEbw/s1600-h/Grt.Expectations2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092769915674669954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rq0nQXKVs4I/AAAAAAAAAjg/4UFGhMGyEbw/s400/Grt.Expectations2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rq0mFHKVs3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/fiB81OqDfG4/s1600-h/Grt.Expectations.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rq0lx3KVs2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YQM90n5Vlug/s1600-h/Grt.Expectations.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rq0nQXKVs4I/AAAAAAAAAjg/4UFGhMGyEbw/s72-c/Grt.Expectations2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-217703824601289798</id><published>2007-07-24T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:11.982+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಚಿತ್ರ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RqXElXKVs0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Dn385rS6s04/s1600-h/Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090691099963798338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RqXElXKVs0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Dn385rS6s04/s320/Temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ಕಲೆಯ ಆಯುಷ್ಯದ ಧೀರ್ಘತೆ ಅಥವಾ ಅಲ್ಪತೆಗಳಿಗಿಂತ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿ ಕಲೆಯ ಆನಂದದತ್ತ ಗಮನ ಹರಿಸುವುದು ಒಂದು ಕಲೆ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ಕಲೆ ಜೀವನದ ಪ್ರತಿಬಿಂಬ ಅನ್ನುವುದು ಹಳೆಯ ಮಾತು. ಅದು ಹಾಗಲ್ಲ. ಕಲೆ ಎಲ್ಲೊ ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ಜೀವನವನ್ನು ಮೀರುತ್ತದೆ. ಯಾಕೆಂದರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಬದುಕಿಗಿರುವ ಕಟ್ಟುಪಾಡು, ಸಣ್ಣತನ, ತೋರಿಕೆ, ನೀತಿವಂತಿಕೆ ಕಲೆಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಕಲೆ ಜೀವನವನ್ನು ದೇವರ ಹಾಗೆ ನೋಡುತ್ತದೆ.ದೇವರಿಲ್ಲದ ಜಗತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಕೃತಿಯ ಹಾಗೆ ನೋಡುತ್ತದೆ.ಆಕಾಶದ ಹಾಗೆ ಅದು ನಿಷ್ಪಕ್ಷಪಾತವಾಗಿ ಆವರಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-217703824601289798?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RqXElXKVs0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Dn385rS6s04/s72-c/Temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-4443029731236763394</id><published>2007-07-20T07:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:10:54.290+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಹರಟೆ - 4</title><content type='html'>ಸಿರ್ಸಿಯಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಾಗ ಬರೆದ ಕೆಲವು ಚುಟುಕಿಗೆ ಈಗ ಅರ್ಥವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತಾ ಇದೆ. ಟೋಕಿಯೊದಲ್ಲಿ ಅರ್ಥ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡರೂ ಇನ್ನೂ ಸಿರ್ಸಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅದು ಚಾಲ್ತಿಯಲ್ಲಿರುವ ವಿಷಯವೇ ಅಂಥ ಅಮ್ಮ ಫೊನ್ ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಹೇಳ್ತಾಇದ್ರು. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಮ್ಮಗಳ ಜೊತೆ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ತಾ ಇರೊದು !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ಕ-ತ್ತಲೆಗೂ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ನಾವು ಕೊಡುವ - ರೆಂಟು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ನಿಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲರ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ಗಗನ ಕುಸುಮ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ಕ-ರೆಂಟು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ದೇವ ಮಾನವ :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ಕಾವಿ ಬಟ್ಟೆಯ ಈತ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ಜನರೆದುರು &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;'ಹೋಲಿ'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ಒಬ್ಬಂಟಿ-ಜೊತೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ಲಲನೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;'ಆಹಾ..ಪೊಲಿ ! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ಎರಿಯಾದ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ದಾದಾನಂತೆ ಮೆರೆದ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'ಪೋಲಿಸು'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ಆತ್ಮಹತ್ಯೆ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಂಡಾಗ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ಜನರಾಡಿದ್ದು ಮಾತ್ರ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ಸತ್ತ ಆ ' ಪೊಲಿ-ಸೂ ****'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ಆ ಹೆಗ್ಗಡೆಗೆ 'ಹೆಂಡ'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ದಂತೆ ನಶೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ನೀಡುವ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ಆ ಹೆಗ್ಗಡತಿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ತಾನೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ಆತನ 'ಹೆಂಡ-ತಿ'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-4443029731236763394?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/4443029731236763394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=4443029731236763394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4443029731236763394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4443029731236763394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/07/4.html' title='ಹರಟೆ - 4'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-2131732253449739579</id><published>2007-07-13T06:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:12.158+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RpbMkYD0SQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KFiSXmA0-NI/s1600-h/20070713_092320_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086477754467371266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RpbMkYD0SQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KFiSXmA0-NI/s320/20070713_092320_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ನಾನು ಚಿತ್ರ ಬರೆಯುವುದು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಸರಿ ಸುಮಾರು 12 ವರ್ಷಗಳೆ ಕಳೆದಿರಬೇಕು. ಹಿಂದಿನ ಶನಿವಾರ ಮಳೆ ಇರದ ಕಾರಣ ಹಾಗೆ ಸುತ್ತಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು ಬರಲು ನದಿ ತೀರಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದೆ. ಆಗ ಯಾಕೋ ಚಿತ್ರ ಬರೆಯೋಣ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತು. ಹಾಗೆಯೆ ಕುಳಿತು ಗೀಚಿದ್ದು. ಮೊದಲಿನಷ್ಟು ಬಹಳ ಹೊತ್ತು ಕುಳಿತು ಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ವ್ಯವಧಾನ ಇಲ್ಲಾ... ಯಾವತ್ತಿಗೋ ಕಳೆದುಹೋಗಿರುವ ಸೃಜನಶೀಲತೆ ...ನಾನು ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೆನೆ ಅನ್ನಿಸ್ತಾಇದೆ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-2131732253449739579?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/2131732253449739579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=2131732253449739579' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2131732253449739579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2131732253449739579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_13.html' title='ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ...'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RpbMkYD0SQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KFiSXmA0-NI/s72-c/20070713_092320_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6756934786510978265</id><published>2007-07-12T05:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:12.386+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Life Logs - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RpVpvZYWWQI/AAAAAAAAAio/E49lTo-U5aM/s1600-h/contemplation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086087617172625666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RpVpvZYWWQI/AAAAAAAAAio/E49lTo-U5aM/s320/contemplation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I heard a story about two workers who were approached by a reporter. The reporter asked the first worker., "What are you doing?" His response was to complain that he was virtually a slave, an underpaid bricklayer who spent his days wasting his time, placing bricks on top of one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The reporter asked the second worker the same question. His response, however, was quite different. "I am the luckiest person in the world," he said. "I get to be a part of important and beautiful pieces of architecture. I help turn simple pieces of brick into exquisite masterpieces."They were both right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The truth is, we see in life what we want to see. If we search for ugliness we'll find plenty of it. If we want to find fault with other people, our career, or the world in general, we'll certainly be able to do so. But the opposite is also true. If we look for the extraordinary in the ordinary, we can train ourselves to see it. This bricklayer sees cathedrals within pieces brick. The question is, can we? Can we see the extraordinary synchronicity that exists in our world; the perfection of the universe in action; the extraordinary beauty of nature; the incredible miracle of human life? To me, it's all a matter of intention. There is so much to be grateful for, so much to be in awe about. Life is precious and extraordinary. I put my attention on this fact and little, ordinary things will take on a whole new meaning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6756934786510978265?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6756934786510978265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6756934786510978265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6756934786510978265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6756934786510978265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-logs-2.html' title='Life Logs - 2'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RpVpvZYWWQI/AAAAAAAAAio/E49lTo-U5aM/s72-c/contemplation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-4240762125860228783</id><published>2007-07-11T14:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:02:03.368+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Life Logs - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I grew up believing I was a good listener.And although I have become a better listener that I was ten years ago, I have to admit I'm still only an adequate listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Effective listening is more than simply avoiding the bad habit of interrupting others while they are speaking or finishing their sentences. It's being content  to listen to the entire thought of someone rather than waiting impatiently for  your chance to respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In some ways, the way we fail to listen is symbolic of the way we live. We often treat communication as if it were a race. It's almost like our goal is to have no time gaps between the conclusion of the sentence of the person we are speaking with and the beginning of our own. My close friend and I were recently at a cafe having lunch, eavesdropping on the conversations around us. It seemed that no one was really listening to one another; instead they were taking turns not listening to one another. I asked my friend if I still did the same thing. With a smile on her face she said, " Only sometimes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Slowing down your responses and becoming a better listener aids you in becoming a more peaceful person. It takes pressure from you. If you think about it, you'll notice that it takes an enormous amount of energy and is very stressful to be sitting at the edge of your seat trying to guess what the person in front of you ( or on the telephone ) is going to say so that you can fire back your response. But as you wait for the people you are communicating with to finish, as you simply listen more intently to what is being said, you'll notice that the pressure you feel is off. You'll immediately feel more relaxed, and so will the people you are talking to. They will feel safe in slowing down their own responses because they won't feel in competition with you for "airtime"! Not only will becoming a better listener make you a more patient person, it will also enhance the quality of your relationships. Everyone loves to talk to someone who truly listens to what they are saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-4240762125860228783?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/4240762125860228783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=4240762125860228783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4240762125860228783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4240762125860228783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-logs-1.html' title='Life Logs - 1'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8384982565074834741</id><published>2007-07-08T09:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-08T09:37:23.243+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹರಟೆ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಹರಟೆ-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boneless chicken – Can we call it invertebrate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಕನ್ನಡಿಕರಿಸಿದರೆ - ಅಕಶೇರುಕ ಕುಕ್ಕುಟ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಸ್ನಾನದ ಟವೆಲ್ ತೊಳೆಯುವ ಅವಶ್ಯಕತೆ ಇಲ್ಲಾ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಒಂದು ವೇಳೆ ಅದನ್ನು ನಾವು ದಿನವೂ ತೊಳೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದರೆ,ಸ್ನಾನದ ನಂತರವೂ ನಾವು ಸ್ವಚ್ಛ ಇಲ್ಲ ಎಂದೆ ಅರ್ಥ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಹೊಸದನ್ನು ಕಂಡು ಹಿಡಿಯುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ನಾವು &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;research &lt;/span&gt;ಎನ್ನುತ್ತೇವೆ.ಆದರೆ ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ಅದು&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Neo-search ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಕೇಸರಿ ಬಣ್ಣ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿರುವ ಗಜ್ಜರಿ (&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carrot&lt;/span&gt;) ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Orange &lt;/span&gt;ಎಂದು ಕರೆಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಯೋಗ್ಯ. ಹಾಗಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Orange &lt;/span&gt;ನ್ನು&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Carrot &lt;/span&gt;ಎಂದು ಕರೆಯಬಹುದು. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8384982565074834741?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8384982565074834741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8384982565074834741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8384982565074834741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8384982565074834741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='ಹರಟೆ-3'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6568563339347844313</id><published>2007-07-06T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:12.555+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project : Earth'/><title type='text'>Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Ro4eU5YWWPI/AAAAAAAAAig/5fqGnBrom6g/s1600-h/manhattan-by-night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084034373697034482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Ro4eU5YWWPI/AAAAAAAAAig/5fqGnBrom6g/s320/manhattan-by-night.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All those offices with lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;burning bright at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are they really all full of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;people working late ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or is it some cock-eyed theory of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aesthetics which says that lighting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;an empty space is beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ivory was considered beautiful once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fur was considered beautiful once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6568563339347844313?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6568563339347844313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6568563339347844313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6568563339347844313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6568563339347844313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/07/concern.html' title='Concern'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Ro4eU5YWWPI/AAAAAAAAAig/5fqGnBrom6g/s72-c/manhattan-by-night.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-7449016167226109329</id><published>2007-07-02T06:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:14.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><title type='text'>Mt.Takao Nature Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was calm and sunny Saturday Morning. My decision to cycle to a new place was dropped because of my bad nature of coming up with ingenious ideas to stay in the bed. I usually satisfy myself somehow to stay more time in the bed. That’s one side of the story. The other side of the story is that this sleeping long hours is alternated with, me sleeping bare minimum, making up on the edge. In this bare minimum cycle I make up with just 4 hours of sleep. During that time I am more productive and innovative too. I need to keep challenging myself to achieve that. But with out knowing I slip out of that and back again on the long , unfruitful sleeping habit , completing the cycle. It keeps alternating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June, it was nearly 9:45 that I got up. Since it was weekend, I was gearing up for my weekend Japanese class. I usually rate myself not very good at learning new language. I believe polyglots are basically bunch of people who are exposed to more than one language at an early stage of development. May be before one’s 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Their mind set is just set to take up any new language. For me it takes a longer time to get a mastery over the language. When I really start out with a new language it will be for the perfection. Right now I am trying to make a perfect entry in to Japanese language. I should be able to read their book in their own language. The beauty lies there. OK .. enough of my monotonous talks. Coming back to the story , I was waiting for an excuse to skip this Japanese class as I feel , I am not spending quality time on this beautiful language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mobile starts ringing at 10:45 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt; calls up asks whether I can make it for a hiking. My immediate reaction was a joyous ‘Yes’. Then I ask him ‘Where?’ He promptly apologies that he cannot repeat that place name and promptly gives the number of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gokul&lt;/span&gt;. I immediately place a call to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ‘Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gokul&lt;/span&gt; ‘ , how are you man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Goku&lt;/span&gt;: Fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; ( soliloquy : what this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; stands for, I am scratching my head ! )&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gokul&lt;/span&gt;, what are the plans for the day ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gokul&lt;/span&gt;: Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Takaosanguchi&lt;/span&gt; and from there it’s ascent to Mt.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Takao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, gr8 … I am in. Who else is joining us ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gokul&lt;/span&gt;: Only Joseph and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wind up my talks &amp; tell him that I will be joining them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shinjuku&lt;/span&gt; station. Its then a mad rush to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;seiyu&lt;/span&gt; supermarket to grab some quick, dry snacks. Food has never been a problem for me during the treks. Even water too. I just go on and on. My stamina comes from repeated physical exertion for a prolonged period. It’s purely backed up by my will. Will to put the next step forward , when your whole body is saying ‘no’. Its separating the two entities and our mind should be in saying position and body in a responding position. This has helped me in my many previous strenuous treks. Once I remember , I came from Hyderabad and reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sirsi&lt;/span&gt; at 5:00 in the morning and and at 7:00 Am went for a trek to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mattigatta&lt;/span&gt;. I, Trekked till the evening with a fistful of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Avalakki&lt;/span&gt; as energizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Shinjuku&lt;/span&gt; station at 1300 hrs along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Gokul&lt;/span&gt; and Joseph joined in a matter of few minutes. We then boarded the train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Takaosanguchi&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Odakyu&lt;/span&gt; line. The journey was comfortably 45 minutes and compartment was almost empty except for beginning of the journey. As we approached our destination, the place around was turning from a concrete jungle to a real jungle. It was real eye softener. On our compartment we could see only few people , but all with a back pack. Obviously for the same destination. Some of us developed a familiar common bonding and exchanged smiles. At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;takaosanguchi&lt;/span&gt; station we purchased some food items and water. The automatic vending machines are part of life here. They find their way in to the mountain top too. With the printout from the ‘ Day walk near Tokyo ‘ , we maneuvered our way by the side of Nature Museum. There is a path leading to Cable car pickup point. Just before the start of that road we took the steps that was the start of our trail. This mountain is officially in Tokyo itself. This is the one of the closest getaway from the maddening crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RohROJYWWGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gVVcc77Z884/s1600-h/Climb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082401482965669986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RohROJYWWGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gVVcc77Z884/s320/Climb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uphill we took had steps in the beginning. Since the foliage was thick and canopy of trees covering us above, the afternoon sun was almost blocked and it was blissfully cool. It was photo rampage from all of us. We met many trekkers who were ascending from their completed circuit hiking. We even exchanged some smiles and Japanese ‘ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Konnichiwa&lt;/span&gt; ! ‘ . As usual we met people fully geared looking like models and picture perfect. We could hear familiar bell sounds. It reminded me of returning cows from the day grazing ! On our way up we stopped at the temple of mountain deity. The guardian of the Mt.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Takao&lt;/span&gt;. These people are nature worshippers like us. In some places the tall coniferous kind of trees were logged to make the hiking trail. Here everything is so orderly that I find it really boring sometimes. In forest , the joy of finding ones own way is really interesting and challenging too. I loved the uncertainty in the trekking. I have taken so much risks like there is no tomorrow during my ‘ Phase one’ of life. Mad rush of adrenaline was really the way of my life. It was all the outcome of my previous traumatic adolescent years. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082402634016905394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RohSRJYWWLI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Yt8PLHyOBnQ/s320/Logging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082402522347755682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RohSKpYWWKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tjtWA3jHnRg/s320/Boundary1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082401732073773186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RohRcpYWWII/AAAAAAAAAhs/XhqC94vQhIs/s320/Route+map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After hiking for around 45 minutes we reached the first vantage point on the mountain. Here there is a one more trail that circles the mountain top. Every now and then we crossed well marked sign boards written in Japanese on the Wooden planks giving the trail directions. From this vantage point we could see the boundary of greenery stretched far below beyond which we could see the high rise and concrete jungle. There is that well marked boundary, one could make out. After a brief snack session, we again started our climbing. As we climbed higher we started seeing the other mountain range stretching and making a dark outline on the horizon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082401641879459954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RohRXZYWWHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KTaicZEmiao/s320/Mt.Fuji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we reached the top , it was really nice late evening sun with cool breeze from the valley below that welcomed us. On the top there is a metallic signboard indicating the height of each mountain that can be viewed from the top. There in the back stood the revered Mt.Fuji or Fuji &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt;. It’s a beautiful almost perfect conical dormant volcano. I could take one beautiful snap of Fuji &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt;. The mountain top is around 599 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;mts&lt;/span&gt; above sea level. There are automatic vending machines here too , housing cold drinks and hot beverages. There on the top we met a Japanese couple who had spent around 3 months in India , exploring and tasting the varied cultures of India. They were very excited talking about India and the lady was well informed about India. Even asked about film career of Ash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Rai&lt;/span&gt; ! . We took a snap along with the Japanese couple. It was warm waving and bowing before we took off for a descent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082402745686055106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RohSXpYWWMI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Y-zyfxd3DYw/s320/Statue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082401826563053714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RohRiJYWWJI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Y9-7IN5nyXE/s320/Temple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We took the route 4 of the hiking trail which winds down crossing a hanging bridge and Monkey Zoo. On our way down we tried to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt; water falls. But due to the shortage of time we had to drop the idea after descending about good half a kilo meter. The cable car drop of point was near by . From that point , it was a silent descent till we reached the railway station. It was almost past 7:30 in the evening that we reached the station. It was 7:55 PM train that we caught , on our way back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Shinjuku&lt;/span&gt;. From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Shinjuku&lt;/span&gt; to Our Den which is 1 hour journey it was silent contemplative journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-7449016167226109329?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/7449016167226109329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=7449016167226109329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7449016167226109329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7449016167226109329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/07/mttakao-nature-trail.html' title='Mt.Takao Nature Trail'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RohROJYWWGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gVVcc77Z884/s72-c/Climb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-2548863778202076670</id><published>2007-06-26T06:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:17.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><title type='text'>Tanzawa National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBmHaTImvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vr9_7A9KHtg/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080172657178614514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBmHaTImvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vr9_7A9KHtg/s320/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;General Outline :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, "hiking" implies not taking a taxi from the front door to the train station. For others, it conjures images of fresh air, mountaintop vistas, and endless tree-filled horizons. Those in the latter category will appreciate that nature in all its glory - a treasury of oxygen, foliage, and spring water - beckons within an easy day trip of the choking city.&lt;br /&gt;Verdant foothills and low mountains (mostly below 2000m) gird the Kanto plain to the south and west. Networks of trails follow the valleys and ridge lines, offering gradients ranging from rolling riversides to vertical rock climbs. With everything from torturous uphill routes for die-hards to cable-car assisted ascents from which to mock and pity them, there's something for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, everyone knows there is something for them: Hiking is very popular in Japan. On weekends, holidays, in the mornings and in areas closest to the city, expect crowded trails. On top of most mountains, expect a cold drink machine, a noodle shop, and groups of people sharing this special moment with a keitai and a pack of cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;While at times the terrain might resemble mountain trails in other parts of the world, hikers in Japan have their own idiosyncrasies. Since Bassho's day, many Japanese have taken up the sport as a panacea for woes of urban living - although, don't be surprised to see women wearing heels or sandals at Takao-san ( This one was visited on our previous outing ). On the trails, you will certainly meet caravans of mostly older Japanese (a prescription for health, they'll tell you) clad head to toe in matching Gore-Tex outfits, wool knickers, argyle socks, gaiters, heavy boots, and a towel around their neck. People often hike to the tinkling of bells or the strains of enka (folk music) from small transistor radios attached to their packs, and nearly all are friendly - but, as you utter your 20th "konnichi wa" in a row during a steep breathless ascent, you may begin to wish they weren't.&lt;br /&gt;The best seasons for hiking in Kanto are spring (March to May) and autumn (October to December). It's not too hot, humid, or cold, there's little rain or mud, and the promise of bright green buds, blooming yama-zakura (mountain cherry trees), and purple azalea in spring and the fiery reds and oranges of koyo (foilage) in autumn is positively Pavlovian.&lt;br /&gt;In the summer, humidity is high, there's rain and mud, but lush green forests and waterfalls keep you shaded and rested. Winter days are short and can be cold, but they reward hardier folks with fewer crowds, blue skies, clear views, and low humidity. Some of the higher peaks may also get frost, ice and/or snow.&lt;br /&gt;Tanzawa and Oku-tama offer greater variety and longer, even multi-day treks.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of favorite places in the extreme west end of Tokyo, known as Okutama. In fact, it is hard to believe that as you are standing in this mountainous area, you are still officially in tokyo. It is a great day trip and getaway because in one-and-a-half hours you can get away from the messy urban sprawl of tokyo city, and be amongst nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday- 24.06.07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Day started at 0500hrs, JST. Had a quick wash , a slice of bread and started calling others, asking them to get ready. As uaual I was ready on time by 0535 hrs waiting for others to get ready. Everyone ie. highbridge gang and myself , joined at Gyotoku station at 0600hrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From Gyotoku - Tozailine ( 0610 hrs ) reached Kayabacho - Hibiya line and Tozai line junction at 0630 hrs. We had to wait for Sathish and Meena to join us who had missed the train we had boarded and at 0638hrs they joined us at Kayabacho. From Kayabacho to Ebisu it was a silent ride with Subhajit joining us at Tsukiji. From Ebisu we boarded the JR line to Shinjuku - The world's busiest station with an average 3.2 million people using this station everyday. It is so vast that there are 200 exits !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On weekdays its just human sea moving in unison. Grim, drowsy faced crowd moving systematically bound for final destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here in Shinjuku station, we switched to Odakyu Line express from Platform 4-5 to Shin-Matsuda. Joseph and Gokul had started 40 mins early as per our earlier schedule and were 40 mins ahead of us.We took the train at 0731 hrs. It was comfortably, long journey of nearly 1 hour 20 min. We reached Shin-Matsuda at 0853 hrs. The train fare from Shinjuku to Shin-Matsuda is 750 ¥. After reaching this station and it was decided the trek we had planned which is nearly 8 hours long really strenuous for newbies and ultimately in the end I was left alone to take up that trail. So I decided to take it up when my better half joins me. I think I will be attempting that trail in the fall time, in October or November when the whole forest range will be glowing in color. The other trail we decided which is " Omote-Tanzawa forest trail" required us to retrace our journey by one station, ie.Shibusawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The train fare from Shin-Matsuda to Shibusawa is 180 ¥. From Shibusawa station we had to take the central exit, turn right, and walk a few meters to the bus stand, and catch a No. 2 Kanagawa Chuo Kotsu bus for Okura. Here some of us took a break as the bus was at 0945 hrs and few of us were feeling hungry. The bus journey was short one with small individual houses, curvy roads sided by beautiful garden. The fare is 200 ¥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The weather was gloomy with rain clouds blocking the sun. The total envirnment was calm and cool, with mountain range covered with tall coniferous kind of trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is a board welcoming the hikers to Omote-Tanzawa Park. We took the road leading to the forest, a uphill tar road path. After walking for some ten minutes it started drizzling and it continued throughout the journey. Another ten minutes of walk, we took the small lane leading to the forest, which narrowed to a trail and ultimately joined the cold, damp, moss clad tree lines. It looked like this area had the rains for the last fortnight as the total way was really wet, muddy and moreover the tall trees were covered with moss and lichens. The canopy made the total walk, a dark , haunting one. After covering around 800 mts we reached a narrow ill maintained tar roads. As per the looks on the forest walls it looked like the forest had a constant landslide, changing the view all together. We could see some nets which was put on the vertical face of the forest floor on the steep curving. With mud and sludge covering and grass growing on it, it had effectively blocked the soil erosion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080187444751014770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBzkKTIm3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/g0qkc5kZfh4/s320/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080187809823234946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBz5aTIm4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/p1xUyuztwrk/s320/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A walk of around 3.5kms brought us to a fork , with one way leading down to kokuryu Waterfall.Since I was piloting with subhajit , I had to go down for the look out and scouting. It looked more like a seasonal water fall to me than a natural splendid, awesome waterfall I had seen in Sahyadri Hill ranges. This falls joins with Shijuhasse River which literally means " River with 48 Rapids". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080189158442965938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoB1H6TIm7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/L5sunrFSVb8/s320/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080188273679702946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoB0UaTIm6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/xsKEbdWEVSc/s320/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is makeshift bridge of logs nailed and tied together to cross this river. The total area was grassy and moist with rains pouring and water dripping from the trees. This place is real damp with lot of big leeches. Since I was wearing my sandals, I was most affected with 4 leech bites and Now I can proudly say I have donated my blood in Tokyo blood donation camp! There are signs in Japanese cautioning the people about the area full of leeches.&lt;br /&gt;We climbed again the path, which is really winding uphill and hard climbing. I had to climb this path 2 times because I was scouting the area. We again joined the main road and rain was picking up the strength. We met some Japanese hikers with fully geared from top to bottom with map of the camp. With insights from them we cut short our journey and took a shorter trail which directly connected us to the Shijuhasse River. The path was almost damp, slippery thin foot trail which brought us directly to the makeshift bridge. It was almost straight down with steep inclination. Everyone literally ran because of leeches ! After reaching the river we climbed the same uphill path by the side of Kokurya waterfall. Some were almost out of breath and about to collapse. After that the journey back was almost silent one split as 4 groups. Myself alone in the front and sai and sudheer making the second wave , Raj alone as the third wave . Rest all in a group nearly 10 minutes walk behind. The rain was really pouring heavily and we were drenched like old crows.&lt;br /&gt;When We reached Okura, the starting point, it was 1600 hrs. We washed our selves at the common cleaning place, where one can clean their shoes too, to get ready for the urban appearance. Brush and flowing water is available for this, which of course is free or costs 0 ¥ !&lt;br /&gt;Back home journey was really silent with most of the participants were sleeping and some even with their mouth open ! On the train Joseph pulled out the last of the leeches that had comfortably sucked enough blood from him. The leech had lost its home grounds and made a free ride till Machida , where we changed the train bound to shinjuku. It was around 2000 hrs that we reached our den.&lt;br /&gt;Next week it may be Kamakura : The place known for Shrines, hiking trails and beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-2548863778202076670?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/2548863778202076670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=2548863778202076670' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2548863778202076670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2548863778202076670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/06/general-outline-for-some-people-hiking.html' title='Tanzawa National Park'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBmHaTImvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vr9_7A9KHtg/s72-c/DSC01055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-3272507998030408548</id><published>2007-06-26T05:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:17.693+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grins'/><title type='text'>Tube Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBeeqTImtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/mZ5Cj9wJbcs/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080164260517550802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBeeqTImtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/mZ5Cj9wJbcs/s200/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBeGqTImsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/MW7-iChGJWI/s1600-h/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080163848200690370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBeGqTImsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/MW7-iChGJWI/s200/112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBdeKTImrI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gNSKk4klcmo/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080163152415988402" style="CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBdeKTImrI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gNSKk4klcmo/s200/111.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View of Megalopolis : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love riding on underground trains, popularly known as Tube all around the world and in this part of the tiny world its know as 'Metros'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's like visiting the zoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can see humans of all sizes and shapes coming and going, each in their own space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though crammed in tightly together they are paradoxically alone and isolated at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Here are ones captured on an early morning ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-3272507998030408548?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/3272507998030408548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=3272507998030408548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3272507998030408548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3272507998030408548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/06/tube-journey.html' title='Tube Journey'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RoBeeqTImtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/mZ5Cj9wJbcs/s72-c/DSC01016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6675316080679347044</id><published>2007-06-12T08:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:11:57.462+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹರಟೆ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಆಲೋಚನೆ</title><content type='html'>ನನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪ ಸತ್ಯ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಬೇರೆ ಏನೂ ಹೇಳುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ಅಗ್ರಜನಿಗೆ ಸುಳ್ಳು ಹೇಳುವುದು ಕರತಲಾಮಲಕ.&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ತೊಂದರೆ ಎನೆಂದರೆ, ನನಗೆ ಸುಳ್ಳು ಮತ್ತು ಸತ್ಯದ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ವ್ಯತ್ಯಾಸ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನತನ ಎನ್ನುವುದು ನಾನು,ನಾನಾಗಿ ಇರುವುದರಲ್ಲಿ ಇದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರನ್ನು ಅನುಕರಿಸುವುದರಲ್ಲಿ ಅಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಒಬ್ಬ ಕಳ್ಳ ಕದ್ದ ಸಾಮಾನು ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಓಡಿ ಹೋಗುವಾಗ ಅಚಾನಕ್ ಆಗಿ ಪ್ರಾಣ ಬಿಟ್ಟ.&lt;br /&gt;ಅದೇ ದಿನ ಒಬ್ಬ ಕೋಟ್ಯಾಧಿಪತಿಯೂ ತನ್ನ ಕೊನೆಯ ಉಸಿರೆಳೆದ.ವರುಷಗಳಿಂದ ಕೂಡಿಟ್ಟದ್ದ ಆಸ್ತಿಯನ್ನು ತನ್ನ ಜೊತೆ ಒಯ್ಯಲು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಿಸಿದ. ಆದರೆ ಲಗೇಜ ಚಾರ್ಜ ಬಹಳವಾದ ಕಾರಣ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಇಲ್ಲೇ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋದ.&lt;br /&gt;ಇಬ್ಬರೂ ಕಳ್ಳರೇ.&lt;br /&gt;ಒಬ್ಬ ಸಮಾಜಕ್ಕೆ ವರ್ಜ್ಯ, ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬ ಸಮಾಜಕ್ಕೆ ಸಹ್ಯ.&lt;br /&gt;ಆಸ್ತಿ ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರಿಂದ ಕದಿಯುವುದೇ.&lt;br /&gt;ನಾವು ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಅನಾಮತ್ತಾಗಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋಗುವ ಲಗೇಜು ಅದು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹಾಗೇ ಕಿವಿಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಬಿದ್ದಿದ್ದು :&lt;br /&gt;'ಆತ ಮಾತನಾಡಲು ಬಾಯಿ ತೆಗೆದೊಡನೆ ಆತನ ಅಗಾಧ ಮೂರ್ಖತ್ವದ ಪರಿಚಯವಾಗುವುದು.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ಪಾಪಿ ಸಮುದ್ರಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೊಣಕಾಲು ನೀರು."&lt;br /&gt;ಇದನ್ನು ಯತಾವತ್ತಾಗಿ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷಿಗೆ ತುರ್ಜುಮೆ ಮಾಡಿದರೆ ಸಿಗುವುದು-&lt;br /&gt;Sinner Sea goes , Kneeful water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ಕಿಡಕಿ ತೆಗೆ. ಗಾಳಿ ಜೋರಾಗಿ ಬರಲಿ "&lt;br /&gt;Open windows. let the air force come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾಮ ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಕುತೂಹಲವಾಗಿರುವಾಗಿನ ಸೌಂದರ್ಯ ಅನುಭವವಾಗಿ ಪರಿವರ್ತನೆಯಾದ ನಂತರ ಇರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಆಗ ಅಲ್ಲಿರುವುದು ಆಸೆ, ತವಕ , ತುಡಿತ. ಬಾಲ್ಯದ ಮುಗ್ಧತೆ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಪ್ರೌಡಾವಸ್ಥೆಗೆ ಕಾಲಿಟ್ಟ ಮನುಜನಂತೆ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6675316080679347044?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6675316080679347044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6675316080679347044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6675316080679347044'/><link rel='self' 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:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ನೀವು ಮಾಡುವ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಕೆಲಸವೂ ಜೀವನ ಎನ್ನುವ ಹಾಳೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ತನ್ನ ಚಾಪು ಮೂಡಿಸುವುದು.&lt;br /&gt;ನಿಮ್ಮ ತಪ್ಪನ್ನು ನೀವು ತಿದ್ದಿ ಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಸಾಧ್ಯತೆ ಇದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ಬಾಹ್ಯ ರೂಪಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಮುಖ್ಯವಾದದ್ದು ನಿಮ್ಮ ನಿಜವಾದ ಅಂತರ ರೂಪ.&lt;br /&gt;ತ್ರಾಸದಾಯಕವಾದರೂ ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನು ನೀವು ಹರಿತಗೊಳಿಸಿಕೊಂಡಾಗ ಮಾತ್ರ ಉತ್ತಮ ಮನುಷ್ಯರಾಗಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ.&lt;br /&gt;ಸೀಸದಕಡ್ಡಿಯ ಹಿಡಿದು ನಡೆಸುವ ಹಸ್ತದಂತೆ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಶ್ರೇಷ್ಠತೆಯ ಹಾದಿಯಲಿ ನಡೆಸುವ ಕೈಗೆ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ನಾವು ಒಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕು. ( ನಾಸ್ತಿಕರೇ ಕ್ಷಮೆಯಿರಲಿ)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(For English version pls visit &lt;a href="http://kgrohit.blogspot.com/"&gt;ರೋಹಿತ&lt;/a&gt; ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಸಹ ಜಾಲಚರಿ &lt;a href="http://noorukanasu.blogspot.com/"&gt;ಶ್ರೀ&lt;/a&gt;ಯವರು ತಮ್ಮ ಅನಿಸಿಕೆಯನ್ನು ಸಹ ಈ ಕೆಳಗಿನಂತೆ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. ನಾವು ಒಳ್ಳೆಯವರಾಗುತ್ತಾ ಹೋದ ಹಾಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವ ಸಣ್ಣದಾಗುತ್ತಾ ಹೋಗುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2.ಯಾವ ದಿನ ಹಿಡಿದು ನಡೆಸುವ ಕೈಗಳು ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿಯದ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿ ಬರುವದೋ ಆಗ ಆ ಕೈಗಳು ಹೊಸ ಸೀಸದ ಕಡ್ಡಿಯನ್ನು ಹುಡುಕುವುದು. ಉಪಯೋಗಕ್ಕೆ ಬರುವಷ್ಟು ದಿನ ಮಾತ್ರ ನಮ್ಮ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವ. ಇದು ಜಗದ ನಿಯಮ. ( ಯಾವತ್ತೂ ಹೊಸದರಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಖ ಹುಡುಕುವುದು ಜಗದ ನಿಯಮ! )  Its in our genes , I believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಆಲೋಚನೆ:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ದಿನವಿಡಿ ಆಲೋಚಿಸುತ್ತಿರುತ್ತೆನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ಅವರು: " ಜೀವನದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಆಲೋಚಿಸು"&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು: ಸಾರಾಸಗಟಾಗಿ " ಇಲ್ಲಾ".&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾರಣ ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನ ನೀನೇ ತಾನೇ ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಎಲ್ಲ ವಿಜ್ಙಾನದ ವಿದ್ಯಾರ್ಥಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತು ಬೆಳಕಿನ ವೇಗ ಎಷ್ಟು ಅಂತ.ಉತ್ತರ : ಸೆಕೆಂಡಿಗೆ 299,792,458 ಮೀಟರ್. ಹಾಗಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ಕತ್ತಲೆಯ ವೇಗ ಎಷ್ಟು ? ಬೆಳಕಿನ ವೇಗದಷ್ಟೇ ... ಕಾರಣ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ವೇಗದಷ್ಟೆ ವೇಗವಾಗಿ ಕತ್ತಲೆ ಹಿಂಜರಿಯಬೇಕಲ್ಲಾ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಭೂಮಿಯ 3/4 ಭಾಗ ನೀರಿನಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿದ್ದರೂ ನಾವು ಭೂಮಿಯನ್ನು 'ಸಮುದ್ರ' ಅಂತ ಯಾಕೆ ಕರೆಯುವದಿಲ್ಲಾ ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಸುರಂಗದ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ತುದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸದಾ ಬೆಳಕಿರುತ್ತದೆ ಎಂದು ಭಾವಿಸಿದ್ದೆ ನಾನು. ರೈಲಿನ ಬೆಳಕು ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಬೀಳುವ ತನಕ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಕೆಲಸ ಒಂದು ಸುಂದರ ಚಿತ್ರ ಇದ್ದಂತೆ. ಅದನ್ನು ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ ಗಂಟೆಗಳ ಕಾಲ ಕುಳಿತರೂ ಬೇಸರ ಎನ್ನಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲಾ.ಚಿತ್ರ ಬರೆಯುವ ಪ್ರಸಂಗ ಬಂದಾಗ ಮಾತ್ರ ಕಷ್ಟ !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-3228990782976117978?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/3228990782976117978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=3228990782976117978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3228990782976117978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3228990782976117978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/06/2.html' title='ಹರಟೆ-2'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6417288431062165949</id><published>2007-05-28T13:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:59:39.151+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹರಟೆ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಹರಟೆ-1</title><content type='html'>" ಮಗುವಿನ ಕಣ್ಣು ಅಮ್ಮನ ಕಣ್ಣಿನ ಹಾಗೆ ಇದೆ ".&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಮಾತನ್ನು ಕೇಳಿದಾಗ ನಾನು ನೆನಪು ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದು 5 ಅಪ್ಪ,ಅಮ್ಮ ಇರುವ ಆ ಮಗುವಿನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ..ವೀರ್ಯ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಅನಾಮಧೇಯ ಅಪ್ಪ , ಅಂಡಾಣು ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಅನಾಮಧೇಯ ಅಮ್ಮ , ಈ ವೀರ್ಯ ಹಾಗೂ ಅಂಡಾಣು ಹೊತ್ತು 9 ತಿಂಗಳ ತಿರುಗುವ ಬಾಡಿಗೆ ಅಮ್ಮ ( Surrogate Mother ) . ಇವರೆಲ್ಲಾ ಜೈವಿಕ ತಂದೆ - ತಾಯಿಗಳಾದರೆ , ಈ ಮಗುವನ್ನು ಸಾಕುವ ಪೂರ್ತಿ ಜವಾಬ್ದಾರಿ ಹೊತ್ತ ಸಾಕು ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮಗಳ ಜೋಡಿ . ( Adopted parents ) .&lt;br /&gt;ಈಗ ಹೇಳಿ 5 ಅಪ್ಪ, ಅಮ್ಮ ಇರುವ ಆ ಮಗುವನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದರೆ ಏನು ಹೇಳುವುದು ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಿರ್ಜನ ಪ್ರದೇಶ ಹೇಗಿರುತ್ತದೆ ಎಂದು ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಹೇಳಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲಾ.&lt;br /&gt;( ಯಾರಾದರೂ ನಿರ್ಜನ ಪ್ರದೇಶದಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ ಎಂದರೆ ಅದು ಜನರಿಲ್ಲದ ಪ್ರದೇಶವಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲಾ ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಜಾಲಪಂಚಾಂಗ - Blog ( Web-Log )&lt;br /&gt;ಜಾಲಪಂಚಾಂಗಿ - Blogger&lt;br /&gt;ಅಥವಾ&lt;br /&gt;ಜಾಲಚರಿ ( ಜಾಲ-(ದಿನ)- ಚರಿ ) - Blog&lt;br /&gt;ಜಾಲಚರಿಗಳು - Blogger&lt;br /&gt;ಯಾವುದು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ ಅಂಥ ನೀವೇ ಹೇಳಿ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಸ್ಮಶಾನ : ಸತ್ತವರು ತಮ್ಮ ( ಜೀವಿತ(?)) ಉಳಿದ ಅವಧಿಯನ್ನು ಕಳೆಯುವ ಜಾಗ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಒಂದು Catch Phrase ಇಟ್ಟು ಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕು ಎನ್ನುವವ ನಾನು.'ಸುಖಾ'ಊರಿನಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಾಗ ನಾನು ಖಾಯಂ ಉಪಯೋಗಿಸುವ Catch Phrase ಆಗಿತ್ತು. ಆ ಶಬ್ದವನ್ನು ರಾಗಬದ್ದವಾಗಿ ಎಳೆದು ಹೇಳಿದಾಗ ಸಿಗುವ ಸುಖವೇ ಬೇರೆ ! ಆ ಶಬ್ದವನ್ನು ಉಚ್ಚರಿಸಿಯೇ ಅನುಭವಿಸಬೇಕು - ಸುಖಾ ( Real Comfort).ನಂತರದ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ತಗಲಿಸಿಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದು ' ನಾಯಿ ಜನ್ಮ '. ಎಲ್ಲ ಬದಿಯಿಂದಲೂ ಕಷ್ಟಗಳು ಬಂದು ವಕ್ಕರಿಸಿದಾಗ ನಗು ನಗುತ್ತಲೇ ಹೇಳಬೇಹುದಾದ ಹಾಗೂ Reality ಯನ್ನು Realistic ಆಗಿ ನೋಡುವ ಒಳಕಣ್ಣು ನೀಡಿದ್ದು ಈ Catch Phrase. ನಿಮ್ಮ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನೀವೇ ನಗಬಹುದಾದಾಗ ಹೊಸದಾದ ದಾರಿ , ಉತ್ತರ ಸಿಗುವುದು ಖಂಡಿತ ! Its having a whole new outlook and approach to the situation you are right now in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6417288431062165949?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6417288431062165949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6417288431062165949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6417288431062165949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6417288431062165949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/05/1.html' title='ಹರಟೆ-1'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-5849391685149897265</id><published>2007-05-25T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:16:58.895+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹರಟೆ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಹರಟೆ</title><content type='html'>ದೇವರು ಪರಿಪೂರ್ಣ ಕಲೆಗಾರ -Artist.&lt;br /&gt;ಆದರೆ, ಆತ ಪರಿಪೂರ್ಣತಾವಾದಿಯಲ್ಲ.ಕಾರಣ ನನ್ನ ಇರುವಿಕೆ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನವೂ ಏನಾದರೂ ಹೊಸದನ್ನು ಕಲಿಯುವ ಬಯಕೆ ! ದಿನವೂ ಏನಾದರೂ ನಾನು ಹೊಸದನ್ನು ಕಲಿಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನೆ.ಆದರೆ ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ನಾನು ಕಲಿಯುತ್ತಿರುವುದು ಹಳೆಯ ವಿಚಾರಗಳನ್ನು ! ಕಾರಣ ನಾನು ಕಲಿಯುತ್ತಿರುವ ವಿಚಾರ ಬೇರೆ ಯಾರಿಗೋ ತಿಳಿದ ವಿಚಾರ ತಾನೇ... ಇದಕ್ಕೆ ಸೂಕ್ತ ಉದಾಹರಣೆ : ಕೊಲಂಬಸ್ಸ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಎಸ್ಸ್.ಎಮ್ಮ್.ಎಸ್ಸ ನ್ನು ಕನ್ನಡಿಕರಿಸಿದ್ದಾಗ ದೊರೆತಿದ್ದು 'ಸಮೋಸ'.&lt;br /&gt;ಇದು ಸರಳ ಮೊಬೈಲ್ ಸಂದೇಶ ಎಂಬುದರ ಮೊಟಕುಗೊಳಿಸಿ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಬದಲಾವಣೆ ಮಾಡಿದ ರೂಪ.&lt;br /&gt;(ಗೆಳೆಯ ರೋಹಿತ ಕಳಿಸಿದ್ದು )&lt;br /&gt;ಎರವಲು ಪಡೆದಿದ್ದು !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಜೀವನ ಸಣ್ಣದು ..ಕ್ಷಮಿಸಿ. ಜೀವನ ಸಣ್ಣದಲ್ಲಾ. ನಾವು ಸದಾ ನೋಡುವ ಗುಡ್ಡ,ಬೆಟ್ಟ,ನದಿ,ನಕ್ಷತ್ರ,ಗ್ರಹ ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವಿತಾವಧಿಗಿಂತ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ದಿನ ಇರುವ ಕಾರಣ ನಮ್ಮ ಬದುಕು ಸಣ್ಣದಾಗಿ ಕಾಣುವುದು. ಬದುಕಿನ ಅವಧಿ ಯಾವತ್ತು ಸರಿಯಾಗಿಯೇ ಇರುವುದು. ನಮ್ಮ ಸಾವಿನ ತನಕ.ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ಸಾವಿನ ಅವಧಿ ಸಣ್ಣದು. ( ಇಲ್ಲಿ ದಿನವೂ ಸಾವಿನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಆಲೋಚಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಹೆದರಿಕೆಯಿಂದ ದಿನ ಸಾಯುವವರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಪ್ರಸ್ಥಾವನೆ ಇಲ್ಲಾ ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಜೀವ ಇರುವ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀವು ನಿದ್ದೆ ಬಂದು ಮಲಗಿದಿರೆಂದರೇ , ನಿಮಗೆ ಎಚ್ಚರವಾದಾಗ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮೈ ಮೇಲೆ ಹೊದಿಕೆ, ಬೆಡ್ ಶೀಟ ಇರುವುದು. ( ಬೇಸಿಗೆ ಕಾಲ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಇದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ . ಒಂದು ವೇಳೆ ಬೇಸಿಗೆ ಕಾಲವಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ಫ್ಯಾನಿನ ಗಾಳಿ ಸ್ವಾಗತಿಸುವುದು )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗೆ ನಿಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಪರಿಹಾರ ಇದೆ ಎಂದಾದರೆ , ನೀವೂ ಸಹ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಯ ಒಂದು ಭಾಗವೇ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but Not Least :&lt;br /&gt;Cloud9 gets all the publicity but cloud 8 is cheeper , less crowded , and has a better view too !&lt;br /&gt;ಎರವಲು ಪಡೆದಿದ್ದು !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5849391685149897265?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/5849391685149897265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=5849391685149897265' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5849391685149897265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5849391685149897265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_25.html' title='ಹರಟೆ'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-4790547231612134461</id><published>2007-05-21T07:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:17.970+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಕವನ ಪ್ರಸಂಗ-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RlEGr4oJSdI/AAAAAAAAAek/MftwIM3JujA/s1600-h/candle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066838406773426642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RlEGr4oJSdI/AAAAAAAAAek/MftwIM3JujA/s320/candle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ನೂರು ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಆಗರ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಈ ಕಂಗಳ ನೋಟ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ದೀಪದ ಸುತ್ತ-ಮುತ್ತ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಬೆಳಕು-ಕತ್ತಲೆಯ ಮೈತ್ರಿ ಕೂಟ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಕಂಡರೂ ಕಾಣದ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ನೋಡಿದರೂ ಹೇಳಲಾಗದ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಅಪರೂಪದ ಸ್ಥಿತಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಇರಲು ಈ ಸುಂದರ ಚಿತ್ರ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಶಬ್ದಸಾಗರದಿ ತಿಳಿಯಾಗಬಹುದೇ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಎನ್ನುವ ಭೀತಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ನೂತನ-ಚಿರನೂತನ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ನೋಟ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಬಣ್ಣದ ಚಿತ್ತಾರಕ್ಕೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಶಬ್ದದೀ ಹೊಸ ಮೈಮಾಟ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-4790547231612134461?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/4790547231612134461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=4790547231612134461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4790547231612134461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4790547231612134461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/05/2.html' title='ಕವನ ಪ್ರಸಂಗ-2'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RlEGr4oJSdI/AAAAAAAAAek/MftwIM3JujA/s72-c/candle3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-2637660579617125025</id><published>2007-05-15T10:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:12:04.479+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕವನ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಕವನ ಪ್ರಸಂಗ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ಕಲೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಗಂಡನಿಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತು&lt;br /&gt;ಬ್ಯಾಂಕಿನಿಂದ&lt;br /&gt;cheque - ಕ್ಯಾಶ್ ಮಾಡುವ ಕಲೆ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹೆಂಡತಿಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತು&lt;br /&gt;ಪತಿ ದೇವರ&lt;br /&gt;ಜೇಬೆಂಬ ಹುಂಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿನ&lt;br /&gt;Cash- ಚೆಕ್ ಮಾಡುವ ಕಲೆ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ಅಮಲು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಮುಂಜಾವಿನಿಂದ&lt;br /&gt;ಸಂಜೆಯ ತನಕ -&lt;br /&gt;ಕುಡಿತ ವಿರೋಧಿ ಮಾತು&lt;br /&gt;ಅನೇಕರಿಗೆ ಕರ-ತಲಾ-ಮಲ-ಕ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಗೋಧೂಳಿ ಸಮಯದೊಂದಿಗೆ&lt;br /&gt;ದೂಳು-ತಿನ್ನುತ ರಸ್ತೆ ಬದಿಯಲಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಬರಿ-'ತಲೆ'-'ಅಮಲು'-(ಹಿಕ್,ಹಿಕ್)-ಕ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;-ವೈ.ಎನ್.ಕೆ. ಯವರ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ ಹಬ್ಬ ( ಮೇ 16) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ಅವರ ನೆನಪಿಗೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-2637660579617125025?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/2637660579617125025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=2637660579617125025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2637660579617125025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2637660579617125025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_15.html' title='ಕವನ ಪ್ರಸಂಗ'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-3470842471622317896</id><published>2007-05-14T16:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:18.132+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ನಿದ್ದೆ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RkhBoT824GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DbGAQki1WG4/s1600-h/20060723-INBLRSriKrisnharajendraMarket-0064-01-ppw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064369941784223842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RkhBoT824GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DbGAQki1WG4/s400/20060723-INBLRSriKrisnharajendraMarket-0064-01-ppw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ನಿದ್ದೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಗೂ ಸಾವಿನಲ್ಲಿ ವ್ಯತ್ಯಾಸವಿಲ್ಲ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ಎರಡರಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಹಸುಗೂಸಿನ ತರಹ ನಿರ್ಮಲ ಚಿತ್ತನಾಗಿರುತ್ತಾನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬನಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಮಗುವಿನ ಮನಸ್ಸಿದೆ ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಸತ್ಯ ತಾನೇ !&lt;br /&gt;ಯಾವುದೆ ಚಿಂತೆ, ಸಿಟ್ಟು , ದ್ವೇಷ , ಅಸೂಯೆ , ಇನ್ನಾವುದೇ ಕಿರಿ-ಕಿರಿ ಇಲ್ಲದ ಸಮಯ ಈ ನಿದ್ದೆ ಹಾಗೂ ಸಾವು.&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನವೂ ನಾವು ಮಗು ಆಗುತ್ತೇವೆ, ನಮಗೆ ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲದಂತೆ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-3470842471622317896?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/3470842471622317896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=3470842471622317896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3470842471622317896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3470842471622317896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_14.html' title='ನಿದ್ದೆ'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RkhBoT824GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DbGAQki1WG4/s72-c/20060723-INBLRSriKrisnharajendraMarket-0064-01-ppw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-1552136042343374778</id><published>2007-05-11T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:18.328+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಹಿಬಿಯಾ ಉದ್ಯಾನವನ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RkQscz824FI/AAAAAAAAAbM/a4t43dzwC0U/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063220754564702290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RkQscz824FI/AAAAAAAAAbM/a4t43dzwC0U/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ಸುಮಾರು 4-5 ಎಕರೆ ಜಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ ನಳನಳಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ಈ ಉದ್ಯಾನವನ ಟೊಕಿಯೊ ಕಾಂಕ್ರೀಟ ಮಹಾನಗರಕ್ಕೆ ಒಂದು ಶೋಭೆಯೇ ! ನಾನು ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡುವ ಆಫೀಸಿನ ಎದುರು ಈ ಉದ್ಯಾನವನ ಇದೆ. ವಸಂತ ಋತುವಿನಾಗಮನದಿಂದ ಹಸಿರಿನ ವಿವಿಧ shades ನಲ್ಲಿ ಕಂಗೊಳಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ಗಿಡ, ಮರಗಳನ್ನು ನೋಡುವುದೇ ಒಂದು ಚಂದ.ಇಂದು ಊಟಕ್ಕೆ ಇಂಡಿಯನ್ ರೆಸ್ಟಾರಂಟಗೆ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದೆ. ಊಟಕ್ಕೆ 620 ಯೆನ್ನ್ ಕೋಡುವುದು ಈಗ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಅನ್ನಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲಾ. (ಸರಿ ಸುಮಾರು ಭಾರತೀಯ 211 ರೂಪಾಯಿ ).ಬರುವಾಗ ಬೇರೆ ದಾರಿ ಇದ್ದರೂ ಈ ಉದ್ಯಾನವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರುವುದು ಕಾಡು, ಬೆಟ್ಟ, ಗುಡ್ಡ ತಿರುಗುವುದರಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಖ ಕಂಡ ನನಗೆ ಒಂದು ರೀತಿಯ ಮುದ ನೀಡುವುದಂತೂ ಗ್ಯಾರಂಟಿ ! ಬರುವಾಗ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಕಂಡ ಪಾರ್ಕನ ಮ್ಯಾಪಿನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದಾಗ ಅದರ ಮೇಲೆ ಕೈ ಆಡಿಸ ಬೇಕಂತ ಅನ್ನಿಸಿತು. ಕಾರಣ ಆ ಮ್ಯಾಪ ಅಂಧರಿಗಾಗಿಯೂ ಇದ್ದಿರುವುದು.ಆ ಮ್ಯಾಪಿನ ಮೇಲ್ಮೈ ಉಬ್ಬು,ತಗ್ಗಿನ ಬ್ರೈಲ್ ಲಿಪಿ ಸಹ ಕಂಡು ಇಲ್ಲಿನ ಜನರ ಆಲೋಚನಾ ಶೈಲಿಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಶಹಭಾಶ ಎನ್ನಿಸಿತು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-1552136042343374778?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/1552136042343374778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=1552136042343374778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1552136042343374778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1552136042343374778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_11.html' title='ಹಿಬಿಯಾ ಉದ್ಯಾನವನ'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RkQscz824FI/AAAAAAAAAbM/a4t43dzwC0U/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-9049283355352326654</id><published>2007-05-07T15:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:15:46.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಹರಟೆ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಕನ್ನಡ'/><title type='text'>ಅಲಾರಾಮ್ !</title><content type='html'>ದಿನವೂ ಅಲಾರಾಮ್ ಬಡಿದೇಳಿಸಲು&lt;br /&gt;ಕರಾರುವಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಇಡುವ ಸಮಯ 6.00 ಗಂಟೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ಅಲಾರಾಮ್ ನ ತಲೆಗೆ ಬಡಿದು ಮಲಗಿಸುವ ಸಮಯ 5.55 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹಿಂದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಅಲಾರಾಮನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬರೆದಿದ್ದೆ ನಾನು..&lt;br /&gt;' ನನಗೆ ಬೇಡ ಅಲಾರಾಮ್ ..&lt;br /&gt;ದಿನ ಮುಂಜಾನೆ ಇರಲು ಎರಡು ಅಲಾರಾಮ್ !&lt;br /&gt;ಒಂದು ಬಾರಿ - ಖಾಜಿ ಕೂಗಲು 'ಅಲ್ಲಾ...'&lt;br /&gt;ಮಗದೊಮ್ಮೆ -ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದಿಂದ ಕೇಳಿಬರಲು 'ರಾಮ್'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನಗೆ ಬೇಡ ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ಅಲಾರಾಮ್..&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾರಣ ಅಲಾರಾಮ್ ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆಯೋ ಇಲ್ಲವೋ&lt;br /&gt;ಎಂದು ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಮಾಡಲು ಕನಿಷ್ಟ 4-5 ಬಾರಿ ಆದರೂ ನಾನು&lt;br /&gt;ಎದ್ದಿರುತ್ತೆನೆ.ಅಲಾರಾಮ್ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗೆ ಮಲಗಿರುತ್ತದೆ !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-9049283355352326654?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/9049283355352326654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=9049283355352326654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/9049283355352326654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/9049283355352326654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='ಅಲಾರಾಮ್ !'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-3867218506859294153</id><published>2007-05-02T08:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:18.627+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RjgAMz824BI/AAAAAAAAAao/ckqt4cSYZrI/s1600-h/ototake305x456.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059794401454645266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RjgAMz824BI/AAAAAAAAAao/ckqt4cSYZrI/s400/ototake305x456.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am presently reading a book by Hirotada Ototake. The language is simple and touching. Its memoirs of a physically challenged person who was born with 'tetra-amelia' a cogenital condition in which the person is almost left with no arms and no legs.A touching story of a person from his birth to present day. His transformation , his emotions, his never say die personality all are captured in this nice  book which can be read in a single stretch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worth reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He reminds :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its go-getters world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its your outlook to life that matters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where never is heard , A discouraging word , And the skies are not cloudy all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;He says :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I don't suppose a disability is actually an asset in too many people's eyes, but don't let that stop you. In the end, it all comes down to what you, as a person, have to offer."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-3867218506859294153?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/3867218506859294153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=3867218506859294153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3867218506859294153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3867218506859294153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/05/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RjgAMz824BI/AAAAAAAAAao/ckqt4cSYZrI/s72-c/ototake305x456.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8493218730392513706</id><published>2007-04-27T14:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:19.090+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Journal'/><title type='text'>Trekking Days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RjG2Bj823ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/P7G2_JayLfo/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058023994460396946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RjG2Bj823ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/P7G2_JayLfo/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Venues included on this Life Poster :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gerusoppa valley - Sharavati waters , Jakkor stream Near kalleshwar , Unnamed fantastic falls near Burude Jog , and Places near Sirsi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;t used to be 6 Days a week and sometimes I used to make it 7 days week with my affinity for work back in my earlier days. From now one i will call it as Phase 1 . Our core trekking team used to comb the forest every week ( On Sundays ) for new trails or pathways made by wild streams. The forest as usual is not friendly. Its always punishing and demanding . The strain it puts on you is worth it , once you are out of the green canopy and relish on the memories of ur ordeal. The sheer joy of physical exertion used to bring us back to the wild chase after an unknown stream , Go after Peak after Peak or any place near to Nature. Many streams we used to chase after were known only to the locals and it was word of mouth propagation we used to get info about next ' Green Hunt '. The days of green are vivid and enchanting with each season offering its best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059488505293889538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rjbp_T824AI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fx-HD9YkKW4/s400/PHOT0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ur core team had 'Harishpant Damodharpant Dattopant Krishnapant Haripant Devnawathe' - or shortly Harish Nawathe ( Taking only the first and the last name !. Its how a traditional old timer Hindu will tell his name.. The name will include the forefathers name .. as far as u can remember ! ) , Amit and Me. This Amit is a freelance photographer with a creative approach. I have seen his creativity on Photo film. He is doing wonderful things with his analog camera. He used to chase his dreams in forest alone during the early days. He used to go to bus stop and catch the bus to remote villages , get down at the last stop and used to start his unscheduled journey from there and usually he used to come back brimming with nice experience to share with. He had that sense of direction in forest and real hard core I can say. Contrary to Amit, Harish is organised and employee of LIC of India and he is the driving force - who made all our treks a reality by getting info required and planning. Some times when I couldn't get a bike for the weekly trek , we 3 used to ride on the single bike to our dream destination , in rain , in wind and in scorching sun. We never published our treks but I chronicled each one of them with photos and points I kept. The trek was purely personal like the exercise we do in a gym. Myself and Amit were capable of the dawn to dusk trekking without food and water. We were camels on the go ! And Harish was just the opposite. With our differences we grew stronger and richer.. richer with experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;e used every mode of communication to reach our destination.. Yezdi (1972 model) which used to run comfortably with 50-50 petrol and kerosene mixture ! , 50 cc Luna TFR ( I will some time write about this Luna rides myself and Harish took - those are one our best days till date.I Personally equate that to journeys of Ernest 'Che' Guevara chronicled in his &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0318462/"&gt;'The Motorcycle Diaries' &lt;/a&gt;) , Cycle , Bus , Truk and Walk. During some treks we had accompanying mates who had got cars to reach the starting points. Usually our starting points used to be 20kms to 50kms away from our houses. The number used to vary. The members used to change. But core remained the same for nearly 12 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;emoirs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to thank my father for the inculcating the habit of walking. His normal walking gait was equal to brisk walking speed. As he hailed from a small , remote village and as was a old timer, the only way to town was walking. He made walking pleasurable exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8493218730392513706?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8493218730392513706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8493218730392513706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8493218730392513706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8493218730392513706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/trekking-days.html' title='Trekking Days..'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RjG2Bj823ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/P7G2_JayLfo/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-4210382625108296297</id><published>2007-04-27T05:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:19.250+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Life Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RjFF7D823YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UJdDRgFyIqc/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057900737488936322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RjFF7D823YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UJdDRgFyIqc/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Picture speaks for itself. Its true. My College days I used to cut all colorful photos and make a collage - then depending on the outcome , I used to give names to those collage ! . It was fun and creative also. This 'Life poster' is done with Picasa. I am looking for more diverse and more effective collage programme. Till then Picasa is the go. ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notes : Thanx again 'hitu. Thanx to unknown mike too !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-4210382625108296297?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/4210382625108296297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=4210382625108296297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4210382625108296297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4210382625108296297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-poster.html' title='Life Poster'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RjFF7D823YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UJdDRgFyIqc/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6321549024518696002</id><published>2007-04-25T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:20.154+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Tribute to my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Ri78qT823SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wAcPe1ayDYY/s1600-h/HPIM2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057257235423878434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Ri78qT823SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wAcPe1ayDYY/s200/HPIM2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was gloomy and drizzling. The expected weather !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While commuting on the train , it was my own private world - Me , Myself and My weird thoughts. Most of the time what I think or rather churn out during the journey of nearly an hour is lost , the moment i step out of the Metro trains. Its the same routine of follow the crowd. I sometime feel , I am drifting in the Human Sea. Here , there and every where. Sometimes in Human sea the currents are so dense that I can call that its elbow to elbow sea of humanity !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the tension , grimness , and also drowsiness in the fellow commuter's face. Be a male or fee-male , both the same. In the stations I can hear the bouncing and echoing sounds of high heeled foot gear made by running ladies. Its fee-males that run the running show !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should remember all the things i thought of , or planed to do.Many times my good thoughts are lost forever due to my negligence. Or rather my slightly laid back nature ! For me its walking and Travelling on Car or Train or any moving objects that starts chain of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought of writing about my Good old trekking days back in the place I worked and worshipped ( for its natural beauty ), stretching back to a decade. My active trekking days have ended for the time being , at least. I will be posting my thoughts on the weekly treks I did back in India in the future. ( Only problem here is my dedicated time to tap the keys and a little bit of me for some creative input ).&lt;br /&gt;I will not disappoint myself !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;Writing on paper is simpler and creative - I can change between ಕನ್ನಡ , English and sketches .&lt;br /&gt;I love to do sketches while writing. My notebook are filled with such weird sketches.&lt;br /&gt;My creative side is not accepting the Tapping the keyboard as natural thing !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6321549024518696002?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6321549024518696002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6321549024518696002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6321549024518696002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6321549024518696002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/tribute-to-my-thoughts.html' title='Tribute to my thoughts'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Ri78qT823SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wAcPe1ayDYY/s72-c/HPIM2176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-5908809729328238850</id><published>2007-04-23T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:20.321+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><title type='text'>Yebisu Beer Museum</title><content type='html'>On Saturday 21.04.07 , it was a sudden decision from Anil Polineni to visit the Sapporo Beer Museum. Its a Beer Museum which is unique and which can be reached by Ebisu station ( H-2) on Hibiya Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RixuGxVHXBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/s3YagsS3E9M/s1600-h/DSC00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056537544230394898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RixuGxVHXBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/s3YagsS3E9M/s200/DSC00160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origins of "Yebisu Beer" date back to 1887, when Nippon Beer Brewery started producing beer in the area then called Mita Village. The name "Yebisu" was later adopted in slightly altered form to designate the station, and "Ebisu" has since become familiar to many as the name of the surrounding town. Yebisu's century-old tradition of brewing beer is now celebrated in a new museum dedicated to the history, science and culture of the beloved beverage. The museum will take visitors to experience new world of the beer through the "MAGIC VISION THEATER" and other video equipment that employ the latest technologies.&lt;br /&gt;Admission is Free. One can enjoy the Drought beer Tasting in the Museum, But its paid tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timing :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00a.m. - 6:00p.m.(Entrance until 5:00p.m.)Closed on Mondays and during New Year’s festivities.When Monday is a holiday, the next day will be closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transportation :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ebisu station(reached either by JR Yamanote Line, JR Saikyo Line, or Hibiya Line Subway)ride the moving expressway&lt;yebisu&gt;to the Entrance Pavilion of Yebisu Garden Place; from there it's a three-minute walk to the Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sapporobeer.jp/english/guide/yebisu/images/ebisu-map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sapporobeer.jp/english/guide/yebisu/images/ebisu-map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Information:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapporo is primarily known outside Japan as the host city for the 1972 Winter Olympics, and for the annual Snow Festival, known as yuki matsuri, which draws more than 2 million tourists from around the world. The city is also home to the eponymous Sapporo Breweries. Sapporo Breweries Limited is a Japanese company that makes beer, headquartered in Ebisu, Shibuya, Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yebisu (ヱビス, Webisu?) is a beer produced by the Sapporo Brewery. Basically &lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ebisu_(mythology)"&gt;Yebisu&lt;/a&gt; is Japanese Mythological God. He is One of the Seven Gods of Fortune. He is the Smiling God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further information,please call at +81-3-5423-7255 or FAX +81-3-5423-2060&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notes From me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The buildings in the complex with red bricks are really worth watching. Totally good for a weekend outing ! More photos are there in Yebisu link &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aniketana/YebisuBeerMuseum"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aniketana/YebisuBeerMuseum/photo#5055853532033800578"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5908809729328238850?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/5908809729328238850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=5908809729328238850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5908809729328238850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5908809729328238850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/yebisu-beer-museum.html' title='Yebisu Beer Museum'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RixuGxVHXBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/s3YagsS3E9M/s72-c/DSC00160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8020663441858076431</id><published>2007-04-20T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:56:19.484+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casual'/><title type='text'>An Excerpt</title><content type='html'>An excerpt which is really interesting - For all those Etymology Buffs&lt;br /&gt;--many of the reasons that English spelling contains many silent letters and other complexities date from the 15th century, around the time of William Caxton's 1476 introduction the printing press in England:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In spelling, the language was assimilating the consequences of having a civil service of French scribes, who paid little attention to the traditions of English spelling that had developed in Anglo-Saxon times. Not only did French qu arrive, replacing Old English cw (as in queen), but ch replaced c (in words such as church--Old English cirice), sh and sch replaced sc (as in ship--Old English scip), and much more. Vowels were written in a great number of ways. Much of the irregularity of modern English spelling derives from the forcing together of Old English and French systems of spelling in the Middle Ages. People struggled to find the best way of writing English throughout the period. ... Even Caxton didn't help, at times. Some of his typesetters were Dutch, and they introduced some of their own spelling conventions into their work. That is where the gh in such words as ghost comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any desire to standardize would also have been hindered by the ... Great English Vowel Shift, [which] took place in the early 1400s. Before the shift, a word like loud would have been pronounced 'lood'; name as 'nahm'; leaf as 'layf'; mice as mees'. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The renewed interest in classical languages and cultures, which formed part of the ethos of the Renaissance, had introduced a new perspective into spelling: etymology. Etymology is the study of the history of words, and there was a widespread view that words should show their history in the way they were spelled. These weren't classicists showing off. There was a genuine belief that it would help people if they could 'see' the original Latin in a Latin-derived English word. So someone added a b to the word typically spelled det, dett, or dette in Middle English, because the source in Latin was debitum, and it became debt, and caught on. Similarly, an o was added to peple, because it came from populum: we find both poeple and people, before the latter became the norm. An s was added to ile and iland, because of Latin insula, so we now have island. There are many more such cases. Some people nowadays find it hard to understand why there are so many 'silent letters' of this kind in English. It is because other people thought they were helping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David Crystal, &lt;strong&gt;The Fight for English: How language pundits ate, shot, and left&lt;/strong&gt;, Oxford, 2006, pp. 26-9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8020663441858076431?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8020663441858076431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8020663441858076431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8020663441858076431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8020663441858076431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/excerpt.html' title='An Excerpt'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6069327456902956037</id><published>2007-04-20T10:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:20.700+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><title type='text'>Dog's Eye View :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RihJIxVHV5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dh-mKgYp8sI/s1600-h/dog_tag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055370996753061778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RihJIxVHV5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dh-mKgYp8sI/s200/dog_tag1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its a dog's world and Dog's property rules are :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. If I like it, it’s mine.&lt;br /&gt;2. If its in my mouth, it’s mine.&lt;br /&gt;3. If I can take it from you, it’s mine.&lt;br /&gt;4. If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine.&lt;br /&gt;5. If I’m chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.&lt;br /&gt;6. If its mine, it must never appear to be yours anyway.&lt;br /&gt;7. If it just looks like mine, it’s mine.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I saw it first, it’s mine.&lt;br /&gt;9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.&lt;br /&gt;10. If its broken, it’s yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memories :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me show you the world's ugliest dog . It got awarded also and it has died at the age of 14 years. I have seen such horrible looking ailing dogs but with deteriorating health conditions - But still struggling to live along. Good thing is they can not commit suicide ! . Let those loyal creatures have a peaceful life .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RihK-xVHV6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PRsXmBKl-J4/s1600-h/uglydog.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055373023977625506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RihK-xVHV6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PRsXmBKl-J4/s200/uglydog.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me write about dogs , good times and bad times and merciful times - in the near future. I have seen the death, tortures from a near quarters. Its a wild , wild world outside. And as usual its the survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6069327456902956037?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6069327456902956037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6069327456902956037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6069327456902956037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6069327456902956037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/dogs-eye-view.html' title='Dog&apos;s Eye View :'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RihJIxVHV5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dh-mKgYp8sI/s72-c/dog_tag1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-7769107397470564078</id><published>2007-04-19T06:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-19T06:38:46.632+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth Read'/><title type='text'>A Letter from Azim Premji...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Wiproite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own successes and setbacks along the way have taught me some lessons. I wish to share them with you and hope you will find them useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #1: Be careful to ask what you want. You may get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means is that do not ask too little either of yourself or the others around you. What you ask is what you get. When I look back at the time when I joined Wipro, I was 21. If you ask me whether I thought that Wipro would grow so by someday, the honest answer is that I did not. But neither did I think it would not. We constantly stretched ourselves to higher and higher targets. Sometimes, it seemed possible, sometimes fanciful and sometimes plain insane. But we never stopped raising limits. And we got a lot more than what we bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson # 2: Respond, don’t react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be aware of your emotions and learn to manage them. There is a huge difference between people who react impulsively and those who can disengage themselves and then respond at will. By choosing to respond differently, we can prevent another person from controlling our behaviour. I remember a small story that illustrates this well. There was once a newspaper vendor who had a rude Customer. Every morning, the Customer would walk by, refuse to return the greeting, grab the paper off the shelf and throw the money at the vendor. The vendor would pick up the money, smile politely and say, “Thank you, Sir.” One day, the vendor’s assistant asked him, “Why are you always so polite with him when he is so rude to you? Why don’t you throw the newspaper at him when he comes back tomorrow?” The vendor smiled and replied, “He can’t help being rude and I can’t help being polite. Why should I let his rude behaviour dictate mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson # 3: Intuitions are important for making decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to realize that our intuition is a very important part of decision making. Many things are recorded by our subconscious. Use both sides of the brain. Even that is not enough. Some decisions need the use of the heart as well. When you use your mind and heart together, you may get a completely new and creative answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson # 4: Learn to work in teams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenges ahead are so complex that no individual will be able to face them alone. While most of our education is focused in individual strength, teaming with others is equally important. You cannot fire a missile from a canoe. Unless you build a strong network of people with complimentary skills, you will be restricted by your own limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globalisation has brought people of different origins, different upbringing and different cultures together.  Ability to become an integral part of a cross-cultural team will be a must for your success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #5: Never lose your zest and curiosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the available knowledge in the world is accelerating at a phenomenal rate. The whole world's codified knowledge base (all documented information in library books and electronic files) doubled every 30 years in the early 20th century. By the 1970s, the world's knowledge base doubled every seven years. Information researchers predict that by the year 2010, the world's codified knowledge will double every 11 hours. Remaining on top of what you need to know will become one of the greatest challenges for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natural zest and curiosity for learning is one of the greatest drivers for keeping updated on knowledge. A child’s curiosity is insatiable because every new object is a thing of wonder and mystery. The same zest is needed to keep learning new things. I personally spend at least 10 hours every week on reading. If I do not do that, I will find myself quickly outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson # 6:  Put yourself first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean being selfish. Nor does it mean that you must become so full of yourself that that you become vain or arrogant. It means developing your self confidence. It means, developing an inner faith in yourself that is not shaken by external events. It requires perseverance. It shows up in the ability to rebound from a setback with double enthusiasm and energy. I came across a recent Harvard Business review which describes this very effectively :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No one can truly define success and failure for us- only we can define that for ourselves. No one can take away our dignity unless we surrender it. No one can take away our hope and pride unless we relinquish them. No one can steal our creativity, imagination and skills unless we stop thinking. No one can stop us from rebounding unless we give up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is no way we can take care of others, unless we take care of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson # 7:  Have a broader social vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there is every reason to be excited about the future, we must not forget that we will face many challenges as well. By 2015, we will have 829 million strong workforce. That will make India home to 18% of global working-age population. The key challenge is to transform that into a globally competitive work-force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will not be an easy task. Despite all the rapid economic expansion seen in recent years, job growth in India still trails the rise in working-age population. It is important that gains are spread across this spectrum, so that the divide between the employed and the under-employed, is minimised. Education is a crucial enabler that can make this growth as equitable as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lesson # 8: Play to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing to win is not the same as playing dirty. It is not about winning all the time or winning at any cost. Playing to win is having the intensity to stretch to the maximum and bringing our best foot forward. Winning means focusing on the game. The score board tells you where you are going, but don’t concentrate too much on it. If you can focus on the ball, the scores will move by themselves.  I recently came across this story that I thought I would share with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.  Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.  Offering his guests coffee, the professor went into the kitchen. He returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal- some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – and asked them to help themselves to coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, you were more concerned about comparing your cups but what you really wanted was coffee.  Yet you spent all your time eyeing each other's cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to contain Life, but cannot really change the quality of Life. Sometimes, by over concentrating on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all every success in your career and your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azim Premji  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This letter is provided by KSR. Thanx KSR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-7769107397470564078?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/7769107397470564078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=7769107397470564078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7769107397470564078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7769107397470564078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/letter-from-azim-premji.html' title='A Letter from Azim Premji...'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-924432282887810641</id><published>2007-04-18T08:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:20.888+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><title type='text'>The IT Life....</title><content type='html'>There are 2 people always next to you: &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - The PM (Project Manager), giving a pleasant smile every time he sees you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - The TL (Team Leader), busy in scheduling work for u ..... And busy in his world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In between its you, who struggles with Coding or testing. The perfect picture is given below...... {Team leader -- U --PM} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiWJxQFC1pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PCJWSLVm6ow/s1600-h/IT+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054597636015969938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiWJxQFC1pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PCJWSLVm6ow/s200/IT+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-924432282887810641?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/924432282887810641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=924432282887810641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/924432282887810641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/924432282887810641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-life.html' title='The IT Life....'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiWJxQFC1pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PCJWSLVm6ow/s72-c/IT+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-1282274261675259832</id><published>2007-04-16T16:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:21.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><title type='text'>Mortal Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The list below has things I always wanted to do , some atleast once , some mastery over them , and some for sheer fun, Some I would like do over the years , with my slight laid back nature !.Some may look crazy. Some my look too idiosyncratic. But list is genuine ! and Personal. Knowing the power of psyche , I strongly believe , when we dream and think about dream with a will and desire , the road to success will be realised from known and unknown sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The list is not in any particular order. And as and when there is an achievment the list will be updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. To visit Exotic Foreign lands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( am in one such country with diversity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. To be able to write with both hands - being Ambidextrous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(successful to certain extent)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. To learn atleast one foreign language to read and speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3.a - depending on my success I can add more languages. Really fascinated by polyglots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. To watch earth from space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiNdVgFC1nI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2TGqIAWY4sA/s1600-h/Earth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053985830809556594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiNdVgFC1nI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2TGqIAWY4sA/s200/Earth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. Learn Guitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6. To trekk across Aghnashini river , the total length - Non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7. To view all the falls I visited so far from a glider to have a aerial perception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8. To ride a harley davidson bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;9. Free Rock Climbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10. To Kayak across the total length of River Kali and River Sharavati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiNhzAFC1oI/AAAAAAAAAE4/92z_f0CbQ0w/s1600-h/48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053990735662208642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiNhzAFC1oI/AAAAAAAAAE4/92z_f0CbQ0w/s200/48.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11. Visit Easter Island and other major polynesian islands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;12. Visit Chile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;thanx - rohit; for making my wishes public. All these days my wishes were kept in a diary (which is left back in India ), viewed and reviewed only by me. I will be updating it regularly now onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-1282274261675259832?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/1282274261675259832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=1282274261675259832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1282274261675259832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1282274261675259832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/mortal-wishes.html' title='Mortal Wishes'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiNdVgFC1nI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2TGqIAWY4sA/s72-c/Earth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-591022635009504395</id><published>2007-04-15T08:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:21.834+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Journal'/><title type='text'>My Views</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiGZCAFC1kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8rAlzHX1TPw/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053488516546352706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiGZCAFC1kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8rAlzHX1TPw/s200/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Space ship from Sci-fi movie ? Just the night lamp - In my room !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiGZpQFC1lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U0s82J017Ec/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053489190856218194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiGZpQFC1lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U0s82J017Ec/s200/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deep down the edges of Solar Systems Looming Death star !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiGapQFC1mI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9R9sNGS3AKs/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-591022635009504395?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/591022635009504395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=591022635009504395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/591022635009504395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/591022635009504395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-views.html' title='My Views'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RiGZCAFC1kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8rAlzHX1TPw/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8677844157000153709</id><published>2007-04-13T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:22.158+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obituary'/><title type='text'>The Bird is Free :</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rh8xdAFC1hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Sddp-LE3k1k/s1600-h/birdcage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052811681240110610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rh8xdAFC1hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Sddp-LE3k1k/s200/birdcage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.1922 — 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vonnegut.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was back in 1995. The Sundays were best spent on roads , rather combing the activity filled roads of over crowded Bangalore. On such a stroll down the narrow roads of Chickpet , my self and frend Satish happended to peer in to a second hand bookstall as usual. Searching for priceless bootie among the discarded books. He happened to Pick a a book with no front cover but the rest of it intact. When I glanced over his shoulder, I could see some simple drawings filled the pages. It was queer and stood apart from the rest of the books. When the bargain was done , it was i, who pulled the money out of the wallet first and paid Rs.25 for it and still i have that novel with me, cosily lying in my library..The book was ' Breakfast of Champions' by Kurt vonnegut.jr.He is best known for such classic novels as Slaughterhouse-Five and Cat's Cradle. But incidently I do not have these two novels. It was pretty interesting to read his ' Break fast of champions'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The satirical novelist Kurt vonnegut.jr who was 84 , died on 11.Apr.He was the kind of writer who made people _ young people, especially _ want to write. He wrote the kinds of books you pass around.He also filled the book with some of his own simple felt-tip pen drawings, intending to illustrate various aspects of life. It was real smile !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look at his works , For countless teenagers, reading Vonnegut was as much an entry into adult life as your first beer. The world became funnier, more dangerous, more exciting. If you were looking to send up authority, question life's meaning or face the worst and keep your sense of humor, Vonnegut was your teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His writings are remembered for world-weary gentleness, warmth, and comedy. And he was pretty darned imaginative, too, with his funny looking , insightful drawings and the words that rolled out from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cage is empty and Bird has been set free. May his soul rest in peace .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notes : The cage was drawn by dead author himself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8677844157000153709?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8677844157000153709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8677844157000153709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8677844157000153709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8677844157000153709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/kurt-vonnegut-jr.html' title='The Bird is Free :'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rh8xdAFC1hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Sddp-LE3k1k/s72-c/birdcage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8545735393472724327</id><published>2007-04-12T14:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:22.332+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>I'M-POSSIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rh35zwFC1cI/AAAAAAAAADY/N1-5715ZSwo/s1600-h/penrose-impossible-triangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052469024454268354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rh35zwFC1cI/AAAAAAAAADY/N1-5715ZSwo/s200/penrose-impossible-triangle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Ice Cream that puzzled General motors!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pls read on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night, but the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it. It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem.....You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice-cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds "What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinner me, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start. The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start.Now the engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem. And toward this end he began to take notes: He jotted down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time. Eureka - Time was now the problem - not the vanilla ice cream!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer: "vapor lock". It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapor lock to dissipate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bystanders View:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution, with cool thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rmember : Impossible is Just I'm-possible&lt;br /&gt;What really matters is your attitude and your perception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8545735393472724327?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8545735393472724327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8545735393472724327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8545735393472724327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8545735393472724327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-possible.html' title='I&apos;M-POSSIBLE'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rh35zwFC1cI/AAAAAAAAADY/N1-5715ZSwo/s72-c/penrose-impossible-triangle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6161094108206075824</id><published>2007-04-11T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:22.491+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>A Discussion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rhx5_QFC1bI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gMsNJ9H8vew/s1600-h/19f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052047009557697970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rhx5_QFC1bI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gMsNJ9H8vew/s200/19f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FINDING TRUE GOD&lt;br /&gt;1) Does burning the oil lamps, electrical bulbs around pictures in the name of God help in burning your EGO? It just burns a hole in your pockets. That is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If God can see all at any time, does he need those flickering weak lamps to see around your house and temples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If God is everywhere, then how can you lock him up in your ‘God’s room’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If God is with you always, why are you searching him in the temples, churches and mosques?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If God is ONE, then why does he need so many places to live when people don’t have shelter over the head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If people become ghosts &amp; spirits after death, then why are all worshiping the ghosts of king Ram, Krishna or Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Has anyone taken the photograph of God to think that he looks as funny and fat like Ganapati or voluptuous like Durga? Do educated people today need to celebrate these creatures’ festivals just because some politician or saint advised without giving a thought about the nature? Move with time, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Why can’t people today gather for a WISE reason &amp;amp; purpose of helping the poor, disabled or old people instead of wasting public money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Why do ‘nature-worshipping’ Hindus contribute and support the ‘destruction’ of the same by disposing dirt/faeces/ half-burnt corpse/idols in the ever-shrinking rivers, burn wood by felling trees to burn corpse and to perform rituals, gathering in huge numbers to pollute the environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Why do the Christians still believe in miracles of a virgin giving birth? How can they be called ‘educators’ while they are so superstitious and are still searching GOD in the thin air?&lt;br /&gt;11) Why does the religion Islam which starts with the word ‘PEACE’ has successfully terrorized the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) When half of the world does not carry out the customs, traditions and rituals and still LIVING WELL, then why the other half wastes money on these silly customs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) When you believe that God created EVERYTHING in this universe, why do you worship those fraud saints and sadhus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) How is that even educated people can’t differentiate between mythology (fabricated stories) &amp; reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Why do parents force children believe in thousands of years lies and force them to waste money on non-essential customs? These are the parents who throw a fuss when the children want a new book/pen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) How is that you don’t know that a religious person is a fraud and a spiritual person is non-religious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Does God need to be given BRIBES… when he is one who is GIVING ALL TO US? Isn’t it like filling the ocean with water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Why do you need to decorate and dress this GOD? Why does he need to go for a fashion parade when billions don’t have clothes to cover their dignity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Why do you need to FEED this GOD when he has all &amp;amp; gives us all? Or is this God permanently hungry? Billions of living beings don’t have a morsel to eat that you want to feed this imaginary being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) How is that you are never thinking of donating that amount saved (may be even Rs.10/) from burning that wasteful lamp, decorating this GOD, performing silly and useless rituals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) How is that every greedy and ambitious person ends up in ‘Art of living’ classes with high levels of stress where as those who take life as it comes and be humble don’t need any of these guidance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) If all our ancestor saints, sadhus and rishis were crooked, arrogant and foul mouthed; why to follow them even today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) When you declare you trust NONE BUT THE POWER OF GOD, why do you then trust the power of pearl, diamond and corals more? Did it ever strike you that diamond is just another piece of rock HE has created?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) If you are truly educated, then how is that you don’t want to stand up for the RIGHT VIEWS, RIGHT PRINCIPLES AND RIGHT DUTIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God is not lost to find him; he is not physically present to feed and to shelter him. For the gullible idiot everything is a miracle. For a thinker it is all science. For a spiritual person it is just mind over the matter. His virtual presence and thought is required to make us humble, clean, sincere and honest. God exists in essence and effect of life. It is that feeling wherein the TRUE GOD lives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with thanx to Mrs. Rekha Ram for her insights..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"What is the atheist's symbol?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A simple black circle. It has the following characteristics in common with atheism:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is unbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is obvious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is all-encompassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It has nothing to do with any religion or belief system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, it makes for quite a small image file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Thots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I smile because I don't know what the hell is going on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God made hundreds of millions of planets and wonderful species. But, by the time he got to us, he was scraping the bottom of the barrel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6161094108206075824?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6161094108206075824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6161094108206075824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6161094108206075824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6161094108206075824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/discussion.html' title='A Discussion'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rhx5_QFC1bI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gMsNJ9H8vew/s72-c/19f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-2204942948180355014</id><published>2007-04-11T08:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:22.700+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>What is Love  &amp; Marriage ................?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhxRCwFC1aI/AAAAAAAAADI/wCq1bHVdzCk/s1600-h/cropped-imgp4538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052001989710501282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhxRCwFC1aI/AAAAAAAAADI/wCq1bHVdzCk/s200/cropped-imgp4538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all of you who are married and all others who aren't.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is love? How can I find it?" His teacher answered, "There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the most magnificent stalk, then you have found love." Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands, having picked nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teacher asked, "Why did you not pick any stalk?" Plato answered, "Because I could only pick once, and yet I could not turn back. I did find the most magnificent stalk, but did not know if there were any better ones ahead, so I did not pick it. As I walked further, the stalks that I saw were not as good as the earlier one, so I did not pick any in the end. His teacher then said, "And that is love." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is marriage? How can I Find it?" His teacher answered, "There is a thriving forest in front. Walk forward without turning back, and chop down only one tree. If you find the tallest tree, then you have found marriage". Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with a tree. The tree was not thriving, and it was not tall either. It was only an ordinary tree. His teacher asked, "Why did you chop down such an ordinary tree?" Plato answered, "Because of my previous experience. I had walked through the field, but returned with empty hands. This time, I saw this tree, and I felt that it was not bad, so I chopped it down and brought it back. I did not want to miss the opportunity." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His teacher then said, "And that is marriage. You see son Love is the most beautiful thing to happen to a person, its an opportunity but you don't realize its worth when you have it but only when its gone like the field of stalks. Marriage like the tree you chopped , it's a compromise." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bystanders view:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So don't let your love go away from you.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;otherwise u will have to compromise with the marriage..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-2204942948180355014?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/2204942948180355014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=2204942948180355014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2204942948180355014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2204942948180355014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-love-marriage.html' title='What is Love  &amp; Marriage ................?'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhxRCwFC1aI/AAAAAAAAADI/wCq1bHVdzCk/s72-c/cropped-imgp4538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-7010980809019680219</id><published>2007-04-10T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:22.835+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><title type='text'>XX vs XY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhtxmgFC1ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/afj26H3fBOw/s1600-h/original_diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051756313286202770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhtxmgFC1ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/afj26H3fBOw/s200/original_diary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER DIARY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day night, I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that Iwas a bit late, but he made no comment.Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet and absent.IAsked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love u, too."When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.He just sat there and watched TV. He seemed distant and absent.Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep.I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIS DIARY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today India lost the cricket match against Pakistan. DAAM IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;NOW that's called Simplicity of Men Vs Complexity of Women !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-7010980809019680219?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/7010980809019680219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=7010980809019680219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7010980809019680219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7010980809019680219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/her-diary-day-night-i-thought-he-was.html' title='XX vs XY'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhtxmgFC1ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/afj26H3fBOw/s72-c/original_diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-1648681671748676698</id><published>2007-04-10T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:22.932+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhtwvAFC1YI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1dFZ9z8GX7Q/s1600-h/effort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051755359803463042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhtwvAFC1YI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1dFZ9z8GX7Q/s200/effort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard the story of the giant ship engine that failed? The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand Rupees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!" So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill." The man sent a bill that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapping with a hammer ......................... Rs. 2.00&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where to tap ............................. Rs. 9998.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-1648681671748676698?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/1648681671748676698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=1648681671748676698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1648681671748676698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1648681671748676698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/story-time.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhtwvAFC1YI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1dFZ9z8GX7Q/s72-c/effort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6677274546761777040</id><published>2007-04-09T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:23.160+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Colors..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhneAENNFsI/AAAAAAAAACU/8Jcjql5ig2E/s1600-h/colors_alcohol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051312549783213762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhneAENNFsI/AAAAAAAAACU/8Jcjql5ig2E/s200/colors_alcohol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Its Enchanting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mesmerising at times .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Absolutely fantastic when presented live .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivid when viewed with child's curiosity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Captivating when spring blooms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Absolutely , there is flow of life in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dumbstruck at the altar of an artist&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Framed on the celluloid of photographer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Magnifying the beauty that is already present.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Blissfully displaying on petals of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Its life that is dream.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;By living a dream you awake to the fluid flow of blend of colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanx for the color else , else life would have been monotonous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6677274546761777040?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6677274546761777040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6677274546761777040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6677274546761777040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6677274546761777040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/colors.html' title='Colors..'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhneAENNFsI/AAAAAAAAACU/8Jcjql5ig2E/s72-c/colors_alcohol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-4906011420471251472</id><published>2007-04-06T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:23.510+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Mother ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYOOENNFoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1I1XUp7ll1o/s1600-h/lange_migrant_mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050239666952672898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYOOENNFoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1I1XUp7ll1o/s200/lange_migrant_mother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A MOTHERS LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For cutting the grass: $5.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For going to the store for you: $.50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking out the garbage: $1.00 For getting a good report card: $5.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Total owed: $14.75 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. ~ Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Always obey your parents - when they are present- Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-4906011420471251472?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/4906011420471251472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=4906011420471251472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4906011420471251472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4906011420471251472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/mother.html' title='Mother ..'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYOOENNFoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1I1XUp7ll1o/s72-c/lange_migrant_mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-3145676052459311619</id><published>2007-04-06T12:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:23.897+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><title type='text'>A Remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYcLENNFqI/AAAAAAAAACE/tCHOB1Fh4K8/s1600-h/death_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050255008575854242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYcLENNFqI/AAAAAAAAACE/tCHOB1Fh4K8/s200/death_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYa40NNFpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2oSJXST6ScQ/s1600-h/cold+death1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050253595531613842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYa40NNFpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2oSJXST6ScQ/s200/cold+death1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a man of words, who waited for a better years to come and in the waiting he lost the interest in life for a moment - the moment of detachment and ended his life in a gory way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity to see the noble soul departing the body in a hurry and haste , that after his end , he even left his deserted body for the feeding of stray dogs , vultures and animals on the prowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An end one should not wish for an enemy also, was his. He embraced the death boldly for the principles he adhered to.It was not the expected end for a man of his financial knowledge , Common sense , humbleness , managerial skills. He was a work horse . He tirelessly used to work hour after hour and still be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a Good father , Good friend , Good Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just remembered him. The emotions were too strong.&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notes from me:&lt;br /&gt;It was a tree of life . It sheltered and fed all the people who came to it and passed by . It was a source of inspiration for all around . A wood cutter , who was also once sheltered saw only the fortune he could make by cutting the tree of life and fed 'poison'. Now on that road only memories of the tree prevail. Dead stub of the tree remains to tell the story of bygone era of glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-3145676052459311619?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/3145676052459311619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=3145676052459311619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3145676052459311619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3145676052459311619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/remembrance.html' title='A Remembrance'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYcLENNFqI/AAAAAAAAACE/tCHOB1Fh4K8/s72-c/death_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8382809457236105836</id><published>2007-04-06T08:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-06T08:46:54.217+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>ದಮ್ಮು</title><content type='html'>ನನ್ನ ದೊಡ್ಡಪ್ಪ&lt;br /&gt;ಎಳೆಯುತಿದ್ದ&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾಡಿ-ಬೇಡಿ-ಬೀಡಿ 'ದಮ್ಮು'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಈಗ ಯಾರಿಗೂ&lt;br /&gt;ಬೇಡ-ಬಿಡಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಅವನ Prob-'ಲಮ್ಮು'&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾರಣ ಅವನಿಗೆ ಈಗ   &lt;br /&gt;Extreme-'ದಮ್ಮು'       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notes from me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch out - Cockroaches are getting cancers !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=4824&amp;id=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=4824&amp;amp;id=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8382809457236105836?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8382809457236105836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8382809457236105836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8382809457236105836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8382809457236105836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='ದಮ್ಮು'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-7373076371467427534</id><published>2007-04-05T14:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:24.355+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Wander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhTCCUNNFlI/AAAAAAAAABc/dp854UZAndA/s1600-h/Surrealistic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049874427228788306" style="CURSOR: hand" height="131" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhTCCUNNFlI/AAAAAAAAABc/dp854UZAndA/s200/Surrealistic.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhTCCkNNFmI/AAAAAAAAABk/p_o7ymv1HpQ/s1600-h/Surrealistic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049874431523755618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhTCCkNNFmI/AAAAAAAAABk/p_o7ymv1HpQ/s200/Surrealistic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream- Hallucination-Haze-fantasy-fantastic-unreal-vibrant-cool-Ingenious-Reverie-wild-exotic-charm-beautiful-vision-desire-calm-glide-cloud9-relishing-watchful-Haunting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i let the Thoughts wander when ever i watch a nice picture. i just relax and watch the feeling flow thro me. Its exciting and playful. Its broken thots that i picked up by words and presented above. The movie clip is from 'A series of Unfortunate Events' .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i do the same when i am contemplating and one with nature during my solo walks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: i wonder, why - i am always small compared to I . There is a joy in being small and Humble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-7373076371467427534?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/7373076371467427534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=7373076371467427534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7373076371467427534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/7373076371467427534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/thoughts-wander.html' title='Thoughts Wander'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhTCCUNNFlI/AAAAAAAAABc/dp854UZAndA/s72-c/Surrealistic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-4208206004808396631</id><published>2007-04-05T13:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:39:30.649+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grin'/><title type='text'>Small Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sixth Sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father put his three year old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying "God bless Mommy, God bless daddy, God bless grandma and good-bye grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;The father asked, "Why did you say good-bye grandpa?"&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do." The next day grandpa died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers, which went like this: "God bless Mommy, God Bless daddy and good-bye grandma."&lt;br /&gt;The next day the grandmother died. Oh my god, thought the father, this kid is in contact with the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say, "God bless Mommy and good-bye daddy."&lt;br /&gt;He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch sent in and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;midnight he&lt;/span&gt; would be okay. He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home. When he got home his wife said "I've never seen you work so late, what's the matter?" He said "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day of my life."&lt;br /&gt;She said "You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what happened to me. This morning our neighbour James dropped dead on our porch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notes From Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The difference between a husband and a lover is the difference between day and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While forgiving say - ' I forgive you, but I don't forget ! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guns don't kill people... Husbands who come home early kill people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-4208206004808396631?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/4208206004808396631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=4208206004808396631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4208206004808396631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/4208206004808396631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/small-story.html' title='Small Story'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-1266254371085105468</id><published>2007-04-05T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:33:03.289+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grins'/><title type='text'>Fastest Thing ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four guys, one each from Harvard, Yale, MIT University and SANTA SINGH from Punjab University were to be interviewed for a prestigious job. One common question was asked to all 4 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERVIEWER: WHICH IS THE FASTEST THING IN THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YALE guy: Its light, nothing can travel faster than light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HARVARD Guy: It's the Thought; b'coz thought is so fast it comes instantly in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MIT guy: Its Blink, you can blink and its hard to realize you blinked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SANTA SINGH: Its loose motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;INTERVIEWER: (Shocked to hear Santa's reply, asked) "WHY"?&lt;br /&gt;SANTA SINGH: Last night after dinner, I was lying in my bed and I got the worst stomach cramps, and before I could THINK, BLINK, or TURN ON THE LIGHTS, it was over!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-1266254371085105468?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/1266254371085105468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=1266254371085105468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1266254371085105468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1266254371085105468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/fastest-thing.html' title='Fastest Thing ..'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-676353591057273925</id><published>2007-04-05T12:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:25:47.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>A Story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A new vacuum cleaner salesman knocked on the door on the first house of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tall lady answered the door.Before she could speak, the enthusiastic salesman barged into the living room and opened a big black plastic bag and poured all the cow droppings onto the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, if I could not clean this up with the use of this new powerful vacuum cleaner, I will EAT all this s...!" exclaimed the eager salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need chilli sauce or ketchup with that" asked the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bewildered salesman asked, "Why, madam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We just moved in, &amp;amp; there's no electricity in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL: Gather All resources be4 working on any project...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-676353591057273925?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/676353591057273925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=676353591057273925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/676353591057273925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/676353591057273925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/story.html' title='A Story..'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-2944926303274532211</id><published>2007-04-05T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:27:04.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casual'/><title type='text'>Crazy English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'&lt;a name="1"&gt;Arigato gozaimasu&lt;/a&gt;' - to buddy Rohit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English is a Crazy Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's face it -- English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one loose tooth, 2 leese teeth? One index, 2 indices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, that you comb through annals of history but not a single annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If teachers taught, why didn't preacher praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you wrote a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo or a truck by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Park on driveways and drive on parkways? Lift a thumb to thumb a lift? Table a plan in order to plan a table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can a person be "pretty ugly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another. Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who *are* spring chickens or who would actually hurt a fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on. Why is "crazy man" an insult, while to insert a comma and say "crazy, man!" is a compliment (as when applauding a jazz performance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn't a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-2944926303274532211?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/2944926303274532211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=2944926303274532211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2944926303274532211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2944926303274532211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-english.html' title='Crazy English'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-5898572607631723333</id><published>2007-04-04T15:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:24.791+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><title type='text'>Metro Trains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhNxR0NNFkI/AAAAAAAAABU/pKz0OA7q69k/s1600-h/Morning+Commute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049504158098200130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhNxR0NNFkI/AAAAAAAAABU/pKz0OA7q69k/s200/Morning+Commute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhNxLUNNFjI/AAAAAAAAABM/C7FNjjuOsG4/s1600-h/Ground+Zero++inside+the+train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049504046429050418" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhNxLUNNFjI/AAAAAAAAABM/C7FNjjuOsG4/s200/Ground+Zero++inside+the+train.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Metro Train Journey to my work place takes nearly 45 Minutes. Its very hard to find the trains empty as shown in the second photo. The real scenario is as in first photo. If you are on the opposite lane during the rush hour ie. against the crowd you will find the second scenario. Both from a 'gaijin'-foreigner's view ! Entry fee for any station is 160 JY in Metro. Most of the people on the train will be dozing - standing , sitting and dangling ! . Or else they will be reading some books. Mostly cartoon books. ( These people are real crazy abot cartoons ) . They never look you in the eye. All with bowed head , closed eyes , hearing to music if they carry their ipod, or Usb Players. I have even seen people playing games on their gadgets or on mobiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good thing abot travel is on top of the doors there is a display . It displays the next station approaching in English like ' Next Kayabacho (H-12)' and after that it keeps displaying the Japanese letters. You have to be observing - if you are newbie - of course ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even the doors which is going to be opened is also announced. 'Hidarigawa' - Left side and 'Migigawa' for the right side. Just get accustomed to the things and one will start noticing a whole new world ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every station will display the station Number and Name . Along with it Previous station and Next station in line are also displayed , with the station name . That is the good thing . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a courtesy seat at both ends of the compartment. Its meant for People who have seen the better days , Pregnant women , Patients and People with broken legs . A sign asks you to Switch -off the mobile near courtesy seats. I forgot to mention - If people are not reading or dozing , they are meddling with their flapped mobiles. Almost all mobiles will be showing off some odd things hanging from the mobile in place of tags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Through out the night the train services are not available. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-5898572607631723333?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/5898572607631723333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=5898572607631723333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5898572607631723333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/5898572607631723333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/metro-trains.html' title='Metro Trains'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhNxR0NNFkI/AAAAAAAAABU/pKz0OA7q69k/s72-c/Morning+Commute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-757821853918104608</id><published>2007-04-03T09:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:41:32.153+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>ಎನಾದರೂ ಬರೆಯೋಣ ಅನ್ನುತ್ತಿದ್ದರೂ, ಬರವಣಿಗೆಗೆ ಅಗತ್ಯವಾದ ವಿಚಾರ ಮನದೆದುರು ಪಾಸಾಗಿ ಹೋದರು ಹಿಡಿದುಕೊಳ್ಳಲಾರದ ಉದಾಸೀನತೆ ಎನ್ನಲೆ ? ವಾ Creative Input ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಮಂಕಾಗಿ ಕುಳಿತ ಮನಸ್ಸನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ 'ಪಾಪಾ' ಎನ್ನಲೇ ? ಕೆಲಸ,ಕೆಲಸ, ಮೂರೂ ಹೊತ್ತು ಕೆಲಸ...ಸೃಜನಶೀಲತೆಗೆ ಆಸ್ಪದ ಎಲ್ಲಿ ? ಓದಲು ಇಂಗ್ಲೀಷ ಪುಸ್ತಕಕ್ಕೇ ಗತಿ ಇಲ್ಲಾ..ಇನ್ನು ಕನ್ನಡ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದ ತರಲಿ ? ಗೆಳೆಯ ರೋಹಿತ ಭಾರತಕ್ಕೆ ಬಂದಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲಾ ಕಳೆಯುವ ಬಹಳ ಸಮಯ ಕನ್ನಡ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಹುಡುಕುವ ಭರಾಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿ.ಈಗ ಅದರ ಅರಿವು ನನಗಾಗುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಏನಾದರು ತಲೆಗೆ  input ಕೊಟ್ಟರೆ Creative output ಬರಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ.ಭಾರತದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಾಗ ನನ್ನದೇ ಗ್ರಂಥಾಲಯ ಹೊಂದಿದ ನನಗೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ Internet ನಲ್ಲಿ  ಮಾತ್ರ Online Books ಲಭ್ಯ. ಆದರೂ ಈ Sunday 2 ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಹೊಂದಿಸಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾಯಿತು.&lt;br /&gt;1. Tom Sawyer and Huckle berry finn by Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;2. Ulysses by James joyce. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Joyce#Ulysses"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Joyce#Ulysses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Second Book I am reading it for the first time... Let me .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was free books offered by our real estate agent - Mr. Anton Scherer.&lt;br /&gt;Thanx - keep up the gud work Anton !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-757821853918104608?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/757821853918104608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=757821853918104608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/757821853918104608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/757821853918104608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/04/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-3363150571720485093</id><published>2007-03-31T18:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:25.647+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherry'/><title type='text'>Visit to Ueno Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rg5ap0v7T7I/AAAAAAAAABE/qpqurAkvzJI/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048071906909704114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rg5ap0v7T7I/AAAAAAAAABE/qpqurAkvzJI/s200/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rg5Y10v7T5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/FQn8x_ovRaw/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048069914044878738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rg5Y10v7T5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/FQn8x_ovRaw/s200/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rg5XuEv7T4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vhlCmy5_Fdk/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048068681389264770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rg5XuEv7T4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vhlCmy5_Fdk/s200/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rg5Z1Uv7T6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3jhbft7g_7w/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048071004966571938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rg5Z1Uv7T6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3jhbft7g_7w/s200/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we Gyotoku residents of Mindtree were met by our Asia Pacific Manager - Shom. We had a great outing at Ueno park which can be accessed by Hibiya line and getting down at station 17. The crowd here is organised , unlike in India the crowd can not think ! There is no Mob mentality here ! Its Sakura fall that we watched with the Japanese crowd. There is a nice Museum, Boating area, Park , Temple ... And a crowd to see during this time of the year, boozing dancing and having a merry time . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-3363150571720485093?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/3363150571720485093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=3363150571720485093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3363150571720485093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/3363150571720485093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/03/visit-to-ueno-park.html' title='Visit to Ueno Park'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rg5ap0v7T7I/AAAAAAAAABE/qpqurAkvzJI/s72-c/DSC01390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-2208860334274616857</id><published>2007-03-31T08:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:25.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esoteric'/><title type='text'>'ಅಮ್ಮ'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYnekNNFrI/AAAAAAAAACM/NQ2nWDCqGyU/s1600-h/07dahliavertical1wp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050267438211208882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYnekNNFrI/AAAAAAAAACM/NQ2nWDCqGyU/s200/07dahliavertical1wp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'ಅಮ್ಮ'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಶಬ್ದದಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಏನೋ ಮೋಡಿ&lt;br /&gt;ಕರೆದಷ್ಟು-ಇನ್ನೂ ಕರೆಯುವ ಹುಮ್ಮಸ್ಸು ನೋಡಿ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಯಾಕೋ-ಇಂದು ಅಮ್ಮನ ನೆನಪಾಯಿತು, ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಎದ್ದಾಗ.ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಬಂದ ಕಷ್ಟವನ್ನು ಕಿಂಚಿತ್ತು ಬೇಸರಿಸದೆ ಧೈರ್ಯದಿಂದ ಎದುರಿಸಿದ -'ಅಮ್ಮ' ಈಗ ನನ್ನ ಹತ್ತಿರದಲ್ಲಿ ಇಲ್ಲಾ.&lt;br /&gt;ಇಂದು - 'ನಾನು' ಎನ್ನುವ ನನಗೆ ಜೀವ ತುಂಬಿದ ನಿಮಗೆ, ನಾನು ಎನು ಮಾಡಿದರು ಕಮ್ಮಿಯೆ. ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಸದಾ ಖುಷಿಯಿಂದ, ಅರೋಗ್ಯದಿಂದ ಕಾಣುವ ಬಯಕೆ ನನಗೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಿಮ್ಮ ತ್ಯಾಗ,ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲಿ -ಆರ್ಬಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-2208860334274616857?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/2208860334274616857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=2208860334274616857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2208860334274616857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/2208860334274616857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_30.html' title='&apos;ಅಮ್ಮ&apos;'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RhYnekNNFrI/AAAAAAAAACM/NQ2nWDCqGyU/s72-c/07dahliavertical1wp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-8364119815222768625</id><published>2007-03-30T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:26.344+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherry'/><title type='text'>Cherry Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rgznw0v7T3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/buphi-3hRs8/s1600-h/samhanami.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047664108354883442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rgznw0v7T3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/buphi-3hRs8/s200/samhanami.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RgznGUv7T2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jVtgITiQzBY/s1600-h/Cherry+Blossom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047663378210443106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RgznGUv7T2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jVtgITiQzBY/s200/Cherry+Blossom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every one who landed in Japan during this time of the year has written about Spring and Cherry blossom. It makes the people emotional and thoughtful. Here is One more from my end !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Springtime in Japan - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanami Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (or cherry blossom festivities)&lt;br /&gt;Spring is celebrated by every country and relgion all over the world, (apart from places with no spring I guess), and Japan is no exception. Its a busy time of year; as the financial year ends there's an awful lot of paperwork to do, people transeferring (with no choice in the matter) to different areas of Japan and the start of a new school year. So what better way to celebrate the coming of spring than hanami - from hana=flower and miru=to see. Its a tradition dating way back, originally it was ume (plum) blossoms that everyone went to see, but a while back the preference changed to sakura (cherry blossom).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern form of hanami sounds like this: get out there early and bag yourself a spot, in busy areas there's incredible competition for places, traditionally reserved by placing a big blue plastic sheet on the ground and pinning it down with rocks. The family orientated version takes place in the day but the adults come out to play at night. There's an incredible amount of organisation that goes into some of these bashes, the young generation here take a crates of alcohol (a keg and gas cylinder...) Many times along with their mental control they sometime seem to lose most of their clothes too. Anyway, there's very little viewing of flowers going on, People get lots of drinks and then drink until the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like every where the things are viewed and defined by generation that rules the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It reminds me of Bob Dylan's - 'Times they are a changing ...!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-8364119815222768625?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/8364119815222768625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=8364119815222768625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8364119815222768625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/8364119815222768625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/03/cherry-blossom.html' title='Cherry Blossom'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rgznw0v7T3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/buphi-3hRs8/s72-c/samhanami.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-6200400433768065351</id><published>2007-03-30T12:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:26.561+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><title type='text'>Nostalgic Monsoon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rgy8Mkv7T0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mAzHbeijucU/s1600-h/Umbrella+Locker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047616206584631106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rgy8Mkv7T0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mAzHbeijucU/s320/Umbrella+Locker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today it's raining a bit . Tomorrow and the day after is mostly going down the drench with expected rain. Hey.. have u noticed this.. U can keep ur umbrellas locked and go safely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way due to fierce wind people usually carry big umbrella. Foldable umbrella (or shall I say the fashionable ones) do not last long here ! Back in India we used to hate carrying the big umbrellas. That was not fashionable . Here its essential. I have a white umbrella !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-6200400433768065351?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/6200400433768065351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=6200400433768065351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6200400433768065351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/6200400433768065351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-reminds-me-of-monsoon-back-home.html' title='Nostalgic Monsoon...'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/Rgy8Mkv7T0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mAzHbeijucU/s72-c/Umbrella+Locker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100328634624519092.post-1552276990909751777</id><published>2007-03-30T12:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:18:26.736+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ಅನುಭವ'/><title type='text'>ಜಪಾನಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಅನುಭವಗಳು</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RgzjrEv7T1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/sieHr67tB4Q/s1600-h/Look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047659611524124498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RgzjrEv7T1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/sieHr67tB4Q/s200/Look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಜಪಾನ ಅನುಭವ- ಇ-ಬ್ಲೊಗ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Journal will be just a window to the world i stayed -explored, experienced and enjoyed. It's my experiment with time ! Since My stay here in Japan is going to be a long one , i am going to make it memorable and worthwhile. My journal will be textual-audio-visual bonanza ! As my Mood swings are high , writing is the last refuge. Its comforting, soothing, relishing and more over its creative ! i write - it takes away my blue moods. Juggling with words is Joy. i wrote poetry , prose , travelogue , ಹರಟೆ, - if nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; a few lines of insights- of mine or ಎರುವಲು ಪಡೆದಿದ್ದು. I need variety and always expect something new , demanding and a change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is a new way of writing. I have seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kannada&lt;/span&gt; articles freely filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; words - randomly. Why not the other way round ? !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100328634624519092-1552276990909751777?l=rajeevbn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/feeds/1552276990909751777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100328634624519092&amp;postID=1552276990909751777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1552276990909751777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100328634624519092/posts/default/1552276990909751777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajeevbn.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='ಜಪಾನಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಅನುಭವಗಳು'/><author><name>ಅನಿಕೇತನ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15808835670552499997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1281914800_ce6591be9d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ft1G86iLzqc/RgzjrEv7T1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/sieHr67tB4Q/s72-c/Look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
