Tribute to my thoughts

Morning was gloomy and drizzling. The expected weather !

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 !

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 !

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.

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 ).
I will not disappoint myself !

Notes:
Writing on paper is simpler and creative - I can change between ಕನ್ನಡ , English and sketches .
I love to do sketches while writing. My notebook are filled with such weird sketches.
My creative side is not accepting the Tapping the keyboard as natural thing !

Dog's Eye View :

Its a dog's world and Dog's property rules are :

1. If I like it, it’s mine.
2. If its in my mouth, it’s mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it’s mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine.
5. If I’m chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.
6. If its mine, it must never appear to be yours anyway.
7. If it just looks like mine, it’s mine.
8. If I saw it first, it’s mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
10. If its broken, it’s yours.

Memories :

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 .

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.

Mortal Wishes

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.


The list is not in any particular order. And as and when there is an achievment the list will be updated.


1. To visit Exotic Foreign lands. ( am in one such country with diversity)

2. To be able to write with both hands - being Ambidextrous. (successful to certain extent)

3. To learn atleast one foreign language to read and speak.
3.a - depending on my success I can add more languages. Really fascinated by polyglots.

4. To watch earth from space.











5. Learn Guitar
6. To trekk across Aghnashini river , the total length - Non stop.
7. To view all the falls I visited so far from a glider to have a aerial perception.
8. To ride a harley davidson bike.
9. Free Rock Climbing.
10. To Kayak across the total length of River Kali and River Sharavati.











11. Visit Easter Island and other major polynesian islands.
12. Visit Chile.

Notes:

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.

Story Time

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.

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.

"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:

Tapping with a hammer ......................... Rs. 2.00
Knowing where to tap ............................. Rs. 9998.00

Notes:

Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference

Colors..

Colors.

Its Enchanting. Mesmerising at times . Absolutely fantastic when presented live . Vivid when viewed with child's curiosity. Captivating when spring blooms. Absolutely , there is flow of life in color.
Dumbstruck at the altar of an artist. Framed on the celluloid of photographer. Magnifying the beauty that is already present. Blissfully displaying on petals of flowers.
Colors.
Its life that is dream. By living a dream you awake to the fluid flow of blend of colors.
Thanx for the color else , else life would have been monotonous.

Mother ..

A MOTHERS LOVE by Author Unknown

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:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00 For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75

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:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge
For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.

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".

Notes :
My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. ~ Mark Twain
Always obey your parents - when they are present- Mark Twain

A Remembrance

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.

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.

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.

He was a Good father , Good friend , Good Husband.

I Just remembered him. The emotions were too strong.
May his soul rest in peace.

Notes from me:
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.

Thoughts Wander

Dream- Hallucination-Haze-fantasy-fantastic-unreal-vibrant-cool-Ingenious-Reverie-wild-exotic-charm-beautiful-vision-desire-calm-glide-cloud9-relishing-watchful-Haunting

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' .

i do the same when i am contemplating and one with nature during my solo walks.

Note: i wonder, why - i am always small compared to I . There is a joy in being small and Humble.

Books

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.
1. Tom Sawyer and Huckle berry finn by Mark Twain
2. Ulysses by James joyce. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Joyce#Ulysses
( Second Book I am reading it for the first time... Let me .. )

It was free books offered by our real estate agent - Mr. Anton Scherer.
Thanx - keep up the gud work Anton !

'ಅಮ್ಮ'

'ಅಮ್ಮ'

ಈ ಶಬ್ದದಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಏನೋ ಮೋಡಿ
ಕರೆದಷ್ಟು-ಇನ್ನೂ ಕರೆಯುವ ಹುಮ್ಮಸ್ಸು ನೋಡಿ.

ಯಾಕೋ-ಇಂದು ಅಮ್ಮನ ನೆನಪಾಯಿತು, ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಎದ್ದಾಗ.ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಬಂದ ಕಷ್ಟವನ್ನು ಕಿಂಚಿತ್ತು ಬೇಸರಿಸದೆ ಧೈರ್ಯದಿಂದ ಎದುರಿಸಿದ -'ಅಮ್ಮ' ಈಗ ನನ್ನ ಹತ್ತಿರದಲ್ಲಿ ಇಲ್ಲಾ.
ಇಂದು - 'ನಾನು' ಎನ್ನುವ ನನಗೆ ಜೀವ ತುಂಬಿದ ನಿಮಗೆ, ನಾನು ಎನು ಮಾಡಿದರು ಕಮ್ಮಿಯೆ. ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಸದಾ ಖುಷಿಯಿಂದ, ಅರೋಗ್ಯದಿಂದ ಕಾಣುವ ಬಯಕೆ ನನಗೆ.

ನಿಮ್ಮ ತ್ಯಾಗ,ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲಿ -ಆರ್ಬಿ