My Last Duchess

My Last Duchess is a dramatic monologue written by Robert Browning. I called it a master piece, now am here to justify the statement. Well, it is worth the say because it relishes all the qualities required for a good piece of writing. To gain a good grasp of this poem we need to go back to the physical and intellectual context of this poem. In Victorian Era, poets majorly concentrated on epics, lyrical ballads and courteous writings. In such a position the dramatic monologues caught the eyes of many of the Victorians. Browning, who lived in a time of transition in British poetry, was the one who gave a perfect form to this concept.

A dramatic monologue is a type of poem in which, the narrator is a single person (usually a historic character), who has a silent listener to whom he addresses the speech. The beauty of dramatic monologue lies in its part-whole concept. I mean to say, it tries to explain some serious concept or issues by attempting to represent a part of the story.

My last duchess depicts the glitters of the story of the historical person Alfonoso, the duke of Ferrara who lived in 16th century. The poem has the duke addressing to an emissary who is the silent listener. The duke is trying to entertain the emissary who has been invited to “discuss” about the marriage proposal for the duke. The duke had recently been the widower. And he has the portrait of his duchess on the wall on which he is explaining the emissary.

He points out to the portrait and says, that was his last duchess. Notable word in the very first line and even in the title is the word “last”. It shows he does not even know how many duchess he had previously and that was his ‘last’ one. The duke enlightens the emissary about the painting, saying Fra Pandolf (This is an imaginary artist created by Browning) painted that with his flourishing art. The poem in its every part shouts loud about the feministic clichés and the capitalistic notions that existed during that time of the Victorian era. He says, “Will't please you sit and look at her?” this shows how dominating and possessive he was. He cannot even tolerate some one starring at his duchess’ portrait! And more over, his dominance over the emissary can be visibly noticed throughout the poem.

That portrait has pictured itself so well, that everyone including the emissary (according to the duke) wonder, what made the portrait of the lady to have such a glance and smile on her face. And the duke doubts that smile was not out of his presence but out of Fra Pandolf’s praising. We can observe the psychological envisage of the duke who could not tolerate his wife speaking to some other male and finally he sentences her to death. In other words he gives “commands” to murder her.

“…This grew; I gave commands;

Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands

As if alive…”

These are the observable lines which portraits the psychological illness of the duke, his cruelty and his misusage of the authorities. He, as a duke, wanted his duchess to be only with him and not even talk or smile at the third person. His duchess who was a social girl wanted to mingle with people, be kind and polite to them which took her to the mouth of death. Then after explaining the emissary about the portrait (indirectly warning him about his daughter who is going to become the next duchess), he specifies him not to negotiate with dowry and also he calls the emissary’s daughter as his “object”! Words like this evokes the male chauvinism which the duke had. Finally the duke takes the emissary down meanwhile he shows him another sculpture which was sculpted by Claus of Innsbruck (who is again an imaginary sculptor created by Browning). This sculpture also plays a significant role in the theme of the poem. The sculpture is the taming of a sea-horse by Neptune. This again portraits dominance, power and pride of the duke.

The poem is symbolic and very crucial because it resembles the image of the Victorian and prior Victorian notions and values of the high class creed and the male-oriented society. Browning has been magical with words creating more effect through each and every line in the poem. The duke behaves as if he is the most polite and gentle man to be, but we can also clearly visualize the other darker side of him. This is the beauty of this poem which, like a drama, says something and portrays many multiple other things through the same. The irony and sarcasm which Browning has created through the politeness of the duke has added more color to the theme of the poem. Through this poem Browning also proves himself as a feminist.

A Master Piece of Dramatic Monologue...

One of my favorite poems of Robert Browning. The beauty of this poem is, it is very different from the conventional courtious poetry at that time of the victorian era. It is built based on the concept of Dramatic Monologue. There is only one person speaking but another one who is a silent listener. Smooth reading, simple language and very attractive. We ourselves become the silent listener in the poem. I am sure you will enjoy this one....

My Last Duchess



That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will't please you sit and look at her? I said"
Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myselfthey turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not
Her husband's presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps
Frà Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps
Over my Lady's wrist too much," or "Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat": such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy. She had
A heart — how shall I say? — too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace — all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men, — good! but thanked
Somehow — I know not how — as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech — (which I have not) — to make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark" — and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
--E'en then would be some stooping, and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,
The Count your master's known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretence
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!

Haunting Poem!

ತುಂಬ ಸೊಗಸಾದ, ಭಾವನಾತ್ಮಕವಾದ, ಇತ್ತೀಚೆಗೆ ತುಂಬ ಕಾಡುತ್ತಿರುವ ಪದ್ಯ.
It is Alfred Lord Tennison's one of classic poems.

Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

ದೂರದಲಿ ಬೆಳಕು ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿದೆ!

ಅಂದು, ಆ ಕ್ಷಣ
ನಾನೂ ತೇನ್ಸಿಂಗ್ ಆಗ ಬಯಸಿದ್ದೆ
ಅವನಂತೆ ಎತ್ತರಕ್ಕೇರಲೋ
ಏರುವವನ ಜೊತೆಗೂಡಲೋ

ತಿಳಿಯುವ ಹೊತ್ತಿಗೆ
ಆ ಆಸೆಯೇ ಇಂಗಿ ಹೋಗಿತ್ತು
ಕಳೆದ ಕನಸಿಗೆ ಮನಸು ಭಾರವಾಗಿತ್ತು
ಮತ್ತೆ ನೆನೆದು ಕಣ್ತುಂಬಿ ಬಂದಿತ್ತು

ಈಗೆಲ್ಲ ತಟಸ್ಥ
ದಾರಿ ತಪ್ಪದೆ ಮರಳಿ ಬಂದ ಮನಸು
ನಿರಾತಂಕ, ನಿರ್ಭಾರವೆನಿಸಿದೆ
ಯಾರೋ ಮೆಚ್ಚಿದ್ದ ಕಣ್ಣ ಹೊಳಪು ಮತ್ತೆ ಮರುಕಳಿಸಿದೆ

ಮುಂದಿನ ದಾರಿ ಸಾಕಷ್ಟಿದೆ
ದೂರದಲಿ ಬೆಳಕು ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿದೆ
ಮುಗುಳ್ನಗುತ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಇಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೇನೆ
ನಿರಾಯಾಸದ, ಆನಂದದ ಪಯಣದತ್ತ

Revenge of the Right Brain: A worthy reading

When I started reading ‘Revenge of the right brain’, the first thing that struck me out was the title itself. I thought it must be some mythic story about the right brain which avenges upon another. But, surprisingly, when I read it, I found, it is not a story but a reality. A truth of the Globalized 21st century. The rapid growth of technology. The flow of information has become the quintessential quality of today’s ‘Flat World’. This article unveils the fact of the present world and predicts the key for future success. However, I also found the topic, as a ‘multidimensional dilemma’. Before I get into my judgmental views about this, here is the brief description of the Daniel H. Pink’s article – The Revenge of the Right Brain.

In today’s IT world, it we observe, there is an innumerable opportunity for creativity, artistry and Design. A thought of this itself becomes self explanatory for the need of artistry, concept and empathy. The value given for these aspects are keener. Daniel describes the recently developed world into 2 categories:

1. The Information Age
2. The Conceptual Age

The revolution of IT and the capitalism belongs to the Information Age, where as the future will depend on the second, that is, the Conceptual Age, which represents artistry, empathy and skills. He rightly justifies his depiction about the transition of the world from Information to Conceptual Age, in a scientific way, i.e. through the cause and effect theory.

At first, he recalls the scientists’ notification of the functions of the left and the right brains. According to which, the left brain is responsible for logic, reason and thinking; where as the right brain is responsible for artistry, empathy and concept. Through this description, he moves to the actual facts and reasons which delivered the thought of the Conceptual Age. He presents it through 3 causes: –

1) Asia - through the off shoring and the out sourcing, doing the job of the left brain
2) Automation - The calculation, logic and the Mathematics are easily managed by the automated computers and the software.
3) Abundance - Along with the flow and abundance of the information, there is an abundance resource also.

Hence, the Asia, Automation and Abundance, through its own hysteric ways create the earnest for the transition of the Conceptual Age.

In the beginning of this write up, I have tried to project on the words ‘multidimensional dilemma’. I have used the word dilemma, because, the article, at first reading cannot be digested. Because, we will doubt the quantity and quality of the right brain’s usage. Has it not been used till now at all? If we observe, can only left brain (the only half part of the brain) bring the IT success, which it has already brought? All these questions put us in a dilemma as to how far the writer is authentic!
Secondly, it is again a dilemma or another dimension of the whole essay, i.e. if we observe it carefully; the essay does not talk only in terms of materialistic success but also about transcendental, compassionate aspects of the human beings.

At the end, Daniel addresses the young men and women. He says, “Go right, young man and woman, go right”. We can infer a transcendental advice given by Daniel to youngsters, who are lost in the world of computer programs, software and IT processing. Men and Women, who are forgetting the humanity, goodness and empathy. Every one is becoming so selfish, that there is no room for emotions. So Daniel is asking people to come back and claim the rights of the right brain and use it accordingly.

ಸದ್ದಾಗುತ್ತಿದೆ?!

ಅವಳ ಮನದಾಳದ ಮಾತುಗಳೆಲ್ಲ
ಗಾಂಭೀರ್ಯದ ಹೊಳೆ
ಹುಡುಕಾಟದ ಹೋರಾಟ
ಹೊಂಗನಸ ರಸದೌತಣ

ಈ ಕಲಸುಮೇಲೊಗರದ
ಕನ್ನಡಿಯ ಮೇಲ್ಹಾಸು
ಬಟ್ಟ ಬಯಲು, ತಿಳಿಹೊಂಬೆಳಕು
ಮೇಲೆಲ್ಲ ಬರಿದೆ

ಕನಸ ಭದ್ರ ಕೋಟಲೆಗೆ
ಯಾರ ಹಂಗೂ ಇಲ್ಲ
ಕೋಟೆಯೊಡೆವ ವೈರಿಗಳೂ ಇಲ್ಲ
ಕಿಟಕಿ ಬಳಿ ಕುಳಿತು ಕಾದಿದ್ದಾಳೆ
ಕದವೆಂದು ತಟ್ಟಬಹುದೆಂದು,

ಶ್! ಸದ್ದಾಗುತ್ತಿದೆ!

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire and some say in ice but I say… ‘Fire and Ice’ will end with a metaphysical note. Robert Frost’s this beautiful poem is very compact but yet loaded with innate meanings. At first look, the form of the poem attracts the readers. It seems as if it is a mere passing comment by an ordinary loquacious man. The poem also doesn’t follow the footsteps of what they call the ‘rules’ of poetry writing. It seems to be like a prose if we write it in a single line. But! If we carefully observe it, it is very powerful and contemplative. Before I say more, we can have a bite of the fruit. Here it is;

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

The form is written in this format deliberately to make it more effective. Frost here uses the style of ‘enjambment’ in his seventh line. Enjambment is a form used for breaking of the syntactic unit in between two lines. (Click here to know more about enjambment.) This is used to generate a good effect. Well, let us not get much into the form since we are more concentrated on the meaning.

Frost is known for his confused statements, but as they say, “it is only the perplexity that crafts the profound”. The first line comes out of the basic age old question that, will the world end in fire or will it end in ice? Protruding with the same discussion, frost speaks about the two powerful destructive forces, fire and ice. He says both the forces are equally powerful to cause destruction.

He compares fire to desire and ice to hate. He says, desire brings destruction, now, does it ring a bell! Yes, its the same philosophical notion that has been specified by Buddha. Here we can also concentrate on the fact that, be it east or west, the ultimate truth is the same. Ice, he says is equally potent for destruction as it is like hatred. Ice makes a thing cold, unmoved and ultimately freeze to make it fragile. So fragile, that it makes a thing break into pieces without even moving it. He says, just like ice, hatred kills a man.

That was a war period when he wrote this poem. First World War had just ended and also the civil war. So, he had seen the world towards destruction. His prediction of the ice also made a justification through the ‘cold wars’ that took place.

So, these two destructive forces fire and ice brings the peripheral world to an end. And also, the same desire and hate brings an inner persona of a person to an end. So, in order to make a healthy person and a healthy world, we have to maintain these two destructive forces as well to keep it away.

In a small eight and a half line poem, frost speaks about war, peace, human qualities, personality traits, urges, destruction and the limitations of human being. And he also gives a message to the human kind that in order to maintain internal and external harmony, one has to win over the human urges and bad instincts.

Well! “Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful”, “The words never quite an experience behind them”. Now, am back to my old notion that reading poetry is joyous. What do you say?

On the other note, the title ‘Fire and Ice’ also strike a chord to another very beautiful poem by Edmund Spencer. Click here to have a look at this wonderful piece.

Thanks to you all!

Hi friends,

I am really happy for the response that I am getting for my analysis of my favorite poem “The road not taken”. Thanks to all of you for appreciating my effort and encouraging me to work more on this initiative. On the same endeavor and as suggested by one of my dear bloggers, I am now here to work on the poem”Fire and ice” by Frost.

Before that I would also like to request you all to come up with such suggestions and we can all work together to make this blog a discussion forum. So, any suggestions, any comments, positive, negative…always welcome. Thanks to you all.

ತಿನ್ನಲಾರದ ಹಣ್ಣು...ಬಲುರುಚಿ!

ತಿಳಿದಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ ಉಂಡರೂ
ಇದು ಇಷ್ಟು ಸಿಹಿ ಎಂದು
ನೀರು, ಗಾಳಿ, ಗೊಬ್ಬರ
ಮತ್ತಾವುದೋ ಅಗೋಚರ ಶಕ್ತಿ
ಇದಕೆ ರುಚಿ ತಂದಿರಬಹುದೇ!

ಮಾಗುತಿದೆ ಹಣ್ಣು, ಘಮ್ ಎನ್ನುತಿದೆ
ಆಸೆಯಾದರೂ, ನಾನಿಷ್ಟೇ ಹೇಳಬಲ್ಲೆ
ತಿನ್ನಲಾರದ ಹಣ್ಣು...ಬಲುರುಚಿ!

ಕನಸೇ ರಮ್ಯ...

ದುಸ್ವಪ್ನದ ಬೆನ್ನಹತ್ತೇ ಬಂತು
ಒಂದು ಸುಂದರ ಸಿಹಿ ಕನಸು
ಹೆದರಿದ ಜೀವಕೆ ಸಾಂತ್ವನದಂತೆ
ತಂಪಾದ ಹಾಲಂತೆ ಆ ಹೊಂಗನಸು

ಹೆದರುತ್ತೇನೆ
ಆ ಮಧುರ ಕನಸು
ನನಸಾಗಿಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ!
ನೈಜಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಕನಸೇ ರಮ್ಯ

ನನಸಾಗಿ ಹೋದ ಕನಸು
ಮತ್ತೆಂದಿಗೂ ಕನಸಾಗದಲ್ಲವೇ!
ಅದಕ್ಕೇ, ನನ್ನ ಈ ಕನಸು ಕನಸಾಗೇ ಉಳಿಯಲಿ
ನನ್ನ ನಿತ್ಯಾನಂದದ ಉಸಿರಾಗಲಿ

Reading a poem

Reading a poem is always a pleasurable exertion. Did I call it exertion! Well…you heard me. It is because it is such a challenging accomplishment that, along with an enrichment of our mental strength it also confronts our grasping capabilities. If we try to find the reason, it might be because poems are highly individual, irrespective of its subject matter. It could be based on purely scientific or socialistic approach but still it is individual, since it has been created by a single intelligence.

It is just like reading other person’s mind which is nearly impossible. It is not viable that we understand a poem as the author intended it to be. Every one can perceive the meaning of the poem in their own contextual and knowledge based backgrounds. Each poem can cause highly debatable, controversial arguments. It is probably for the same reason that one of my inspiring literature professors used to say, “There is no wrong answer in literature”. We as students, used to feel happy for this statement since he was the one who corrected our papers! Jokes apart, but what he said is very much true. There shall be multiple ways to perceive any poem.

Unlike essays and stories which is more elaborated and elucidated, poems are usually concise and loaded with connotations. To explain this point, I would like to quote a simple yet complex poem by Robert Frost which he himself has said, "You have to be careful of that one; it's a tricky poem - very tricky" The poem is called “The Road Not Taken”.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

At first reading the poem looks simple. He talks about a person standing at the fork of the road, and deciding on choosing one way to walk. And that way shall be the road “less travelled by”. But will this poem end with that note? Yes, when I was in collage! Well… if we read it carefully, we can observe much complex realities about life. In the first stanza, the poet stands at a dilemma to choose his path.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

There are two roads diverged in the forest. But the poet could not take both the roads. He, as a traveler stood for long and observed one path. It was visible to a small extent but after that it was bent and was not perceptible.

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And then he observed the other one. This one was of his interest, because it was grassy and looked like very few travelled passing that way. “wanted wear” is a phrase that Frost uses, to indicate the solitude of the road that was “not taken” by many. He decides to take this other road which he felt was less traveled but still “about the same”. Here we have to observe the words usage and its complexities. He says, it looked like “wanted wear” but still it was “really about the same” as the other one. Then what made the second one of his interest? However if we see further;

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

In this stanza, poet observes that both the roads have leaves that have not been walked on. At first he wanted to come back to the first seen way on some other day. But again, he is so much attracted by the other way that he doubted that if ever he comes back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

This is the stanza that of much confusion. He says, with a “sigh” after many ages, he thinks about the road that he took and which made all the “difference” in his life.

Now the problem is, is that “difference” is a positive one? Or a negative one? This leaves us in a provoking curiosity as to know more about the status of the poet. Was he right or was he wrong in his decision?

This poem speaks about the problems and situations in life, and also our decision making capabilities. I am sure every one of us has come across the situations where, deciding and putting a step ahead in a particular direction is very difficult. Making choices are too complex. In such a situation, should we follow the ancestors foot steps? Or should we listen to our mind and desires and decide over consequences?

Some say, this poem provokes individualism and leads to unnecessary liberation. It inspires the readers to listen to their mind and go according to their psyche, be it very hard or bad.

But some others say that, this poem talks about how choices are inevitable in life. And it also talks about the metaphysical aspect of life, where choice has to be made to lead a blissful life and to attain the enchantment of realization.

Doesn’t both the ways look very much acceptable? This is the joy of poetry which never has a single dimension, which makes us read more and more and dig deep to find the depth of its innate meaning. Some times it so happens that the poet himself would not know that his poem can be analyzed in so many multiple ways.

Reading poetry is not only a delight and joy, it also helps us to explore sublime things hidden within our own selves. Choices are inevitable….so let us also make a choice to read poetry!

Call a mother as mother and pay fine!?

Sounds strange right? My neighbor’s daughter used to attend music classes with me. Cute, pretty girl of about 12 years old. She had a wonderful pitch in her voice, but she was not very interested in singing. Its only at later stages that I came to know that she was attending music classes only by parental pressure. However, she discontinued it later. She is a brilliant girl from a CBSE school and a kannada girl from a perfect kannadiga family. Surprisingly, one day I came to know that she was unable to read and write kannada. Her kannada accent was also like English. The reason sounded truly bizarre! In her school, the students should pay fine if they speak in kannada. It is just like, paying fine to call a mother as a mother! I mean its really strange because, one cannot make a child learn the concept of language by preventing the learning of mother tongue.

It was really shocking to know that schools, charge a fine to small, innocent children for speaking their own tongue! Children will imprint an image that we portray for them, be it on any substance. If the educational institutions itself create such a blunder, the students will obviously get an aversion towards the banned languages. They will feel guilty to even speak that language in public. They will ultimately come to the conclusion that speaking regional language is a matter of shame. And English language itself becomes the status symbol. Finally for marketing purpose, few Medias bring out a mediocre language in the name of ‘regionalism’ and ‘affiliation for regional languages’.

We don’t recognize these mistakes and at later stages we curb for our language being decimalized. We realize the scarcity for regional language affiliation only when it is being politicized. We have become so narrow minded that, only when it comes to the matter of personal relations like marriage or something, we suddenly become regional and culture lovers. But otherwise, we need all ‘modern’, ‘western’! When I quote these terms here, please observe that I have used inverted commas, to highlight the fact that those terms are also misperceived and wrongly applied.

Of course I don’t deny the fact that English learning is of high importance in this globalised world. Without English, surviving a decent livelihood is almost next to impossible these days. And also we have to learn English for the other reason that it is one of the beautiful languages. But should the learning be happen at the cost of regional languages? Any language, is a bliss to the humankind. I personally feel that, study of a language is a broader concept which includes not only the grammatical aspects of a particular language but also the culture, the psychology and genres of human nature. And also, linguistically all languages will have its own beautifying factors.

It is altogether a different matter that we are not even learning English (or any language for that matter) as it needs to be learnt. This statement is being made here keeping the view of the method of learning a language academically. Language learning needs its own space. The forum of language learning methods can be kept aside for time being and I want the readers to know, hatred for any language is foolishness. It is also objectionable to hate other languages in the name of ignorant love for a particular language. If I am a kannadiga, it doesn’t mean that I should hate all other languages. As youth its our responsibility to understand the political games and make the difference out by our own cognitive knowledge. Let us come out of our ignorance and try to learn all languages with equal respect. To begin with, at least let us oppose this disgusting ‘fine’ system and allow the freedom for children to speak and learn their own languages. Because, language is neither politics, nor class!

At whose cost ?

It was a party time at office, all were discussing about the happy occasion that was going to occur shortly. We were heading to a joyful outing for the weekend. Though all were working, there was full of enthu in every one’s face and a festive mood. I was not very keen on the party this time for various reasons, but still, after looking at every one’s rejoicing attitude, my mood cheered up. Well! I was not sure to join them. It was the lunch hour, and all were enjoying sharing food and cracking jokes, unfortunately I could not participate completely because I was not so acquainted with their means of communication. I mean to say, their language is different and I was able to understand only in bits and pieces. However I was happy that they considered me as one among them to much extent.

Much to our shock, some one shouted saying there is a bomb blast in Bangalore. “What!!” was the initial reaction. At first every one took it lightly as a part of humorous aura and we thought it was a practical joke. But, for heavens, it was not the one. It was very much true and all of us started tuning NDTV and TV 9 for news flash. It was a threatening fact that there were 2 blasts. Unable to digest the news we were all sitting in front of the computer blinking. Every one again startled by the knowledge that it was not 2 but 3 blasts!

The fun and festive environment at office all went for a toss. Every one started calling their dear once. But, as predicted, all phone lines were jammed. Suddenly we came to know that, my newly wedded colleague’s wife was there at the spot where the blast took place, but unable to reach her. It was such a pathetic situation. All were pressing their phone key pads again and again but in vain! In a very short span we again got a news shock that the count of the blasts had incresed to 5!! At that time no one wanted that party or fun or even work. Of course life is important right! Ultimately it was more distressing when we came to know that it was totally 8 blasts by that time and most of them took place near to our office surroundings! Complete office environment changed just in an hour’s time.

By that time we came to know that one lady lost her life in this malicious incident. At whose cost should she loose her life? Who knows how wishful her life was and how she wished her future to be! At whose cost should all of us loose our harmony? The common people are always unite and peaceful. Regrettably it is only one set of the population, who wants to create such feeble acts for their own benefits. Who are held responsible for this entire traumatic situation? The terrorists? Or the popular, masked political terrorists? Or the sadists?!

ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಗಳ ಸುಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ...

ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಗಳ ಸುಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಿಂದು
ಈಜಿ ಹೊರ ಬರುವ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ

ಕಾರ್ಕೋಟ ವಿಷ ಸವಿದು ನುಂಗಿದರೂ
ಚೇತರಿಸಿ ಉಸಿರಾಡುವ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ

ಕತ್ತಲ ಹೊಗೆ ತುಂಬಿ ಕಪ್ಪಾದ ಕೋಣೆಯ
ಬೆಳಕ ಜ್ವಾಲಾಮುಖಿಯ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ

ಕೊಳೆತು ನಾರುವ ಫಲದ
ತಾಜಾ ರಸದ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ

ಮತ್ತದೇ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಗಳ ಸುಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಅನಿರೀಕ್ಷಿತವಾಗೇ ಉಳಿಯುವ ಬದುಕು

ಏನು ಬೇಕು?

ಉಟ್ಟ ಬಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲೇ ಹೊರಟುಬಿಡಬೇಕು
ಕಾಡು ಕತ್ತಲು, ಬೆಟ್ಟ ತಪ್ಪಲು
ಸುತ್ತಿ ಸುತ್ತಿ ಅಲೆದಾಡಬೇಕು
ಹುಡುಕಬೇಕು, ನನಗೇನು ಬೇಕೆಂದು

ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಬಿಟ್ಟೋಡುವ
ಪಲಾಯನವಾದಿಯಾದರೆಷ್ಟು ಚೆನ್ನ
ಜೀವನವನೆದುರಿಸಿ, ಗೆಲುವು ಸಾಧಿಸಿದರೆ
ಮತ್ತಷ್ಟು ಚೆನ್ನ

ಆದರೆ, ಯಾವುದು ಸೋಲೋ
ಯಾವ ಗೆಲುವೋ?
ಸೋಲೇ ಗೆಲುವು?

ಆ ಅನುಭಾವಿ ಹಂತದಲ್ಲಿ
ಸೋಲುಗೆಲುವುಗಳೆರಡೂ ಒಂದೇ
ಸೋತರೂ, ಗೆದ್ದರೂ ನಿರ್ಣಾಯಕ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯೊಂದೆ
ಮತ್ತೆ, ನನಗೇನು ಬೇಕು?

Everything ls fair in money and marketing?

20 gorgeous (but dumb) girls plotting against each other to impress 2 guys and try to win their ‘love’, the guys in turn flirt with all of them, date with them and ultimately choose only 2 (one each) and ‘dump’ all other girls.

This is called the ‘Romance Reality Show’. Switch to MTV any time, you will find at least the trailers or the advertisement on this stupid show called splitsvilla. The whole concept proposes a ridiculous scenario. Any sensible person is sure to get frustrated by this one.

The reason being, firstly, it depicts a complete chauvinistic, bigoted implication. A girl pleads, the guy dumps! (well, fair enough if its genuine). The words such as, ‘dump’, ‘dumping zone’, ‘reach the guy’, ‘date with both of them’, etc. can envisage the outlook of the program. Secondly, the concepts like ‘romance’, ‘love’ are more intense than just the inane commercialism and the money games. Love is more chaste than the bony flesh and the bikinis and begging the guys to choose them. Love is a silent speech between two hearts (no, am not being poetic) and jelling of the two intellectual persona and definitely not the sequential dumping of girls and girls’ much abided struggle to make the guys to choose them.

Let me reveal more pathetic story. Neither those girls nor the boys are responsible for this mediocre program. They are just paid puppets, who come, act and go. They are the commercial devices for making money. The innocent audiences like us are being royally bullied by these commercial markets, by making good profit out of it.

In a broader sense, if we come out of ‘splitsvilla’ and think, this splitsvilla iconization is not new. We have many like this in today’s capitalistic society. Our culture and dignity are being vaporized. Somewhere I feel we are loosing our roots. In the brutal capitalistic society, every thing is considered as fair and true. This is true to such an extent that even human relationships are loosing its values and are being commercialized!

I don’t dare to call it westernization because that would be a hyperbole. There are plenty of good things that we can learn from westerners. This is nothing but the ‘carefree’ attitude of us that’s leading to a wrong way. This doesn’t mean that I am an anti modernist. No, we have to get trendy and modern but only in its true sense.

What do you say friends?

ಆಕಸ್ಮಿಕ...

ಅಪರೂಪಕ್ಕೆಂದು ಬಸ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಸೀಟು ದೊರೆಯಿತು. ದೊಡ್ಡ ಕಿಟಕಿ, ಜನ ಜಂಗುಳಿಯೇ ಇಲ್ಲ. ನನ್ನಾನಂದಕ್ಕೆ ಪಾರವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಇನ್ನೇನು ತುಂತುರಿಸಬಹುದು ಎಂಬಂತಹ ವಾತಾವರಣ. ತೇವ ತುಂಬಿ ಭಾರವಾದ ಗಾಳಿ ಮುಖಕ್ಕಪ್ಪಳಿಸಿ ಮುದನೀಡುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಕೂತವಳೇ ಕಿವಿಗೆ ಎಂ.ಪಿ.ತ್ರಿ ಹಚ್ಚಿದೆ. ಸೊಗಸಾದ ಕನ್ನಡ ಭಾವಗೀತೆಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇಳುತ್ತಾ ಕಣ್ಮುಚ್ಚಿದೆ. ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ಕಿನ ಖಿನ್ನತೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪವೂ ಬಳಿಸುಳಿಯಲಿಲ್ಲ. "ನಾನು ಬಡವಿ..ಆತ ಬಡವ..ಒಲವೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಬದುಕು.." ಕೇಳುತ್ತಾ ಮೈಮರೆತೆ. ಹಾಡಿನ ಭಾವರ್ಥಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಅದರ ರಾಗದ ಶಾಂತತೆ, ಪ್ರೇಮ, ಆತ್ಮವಿಶ್ವಾಸ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಹೆಚ್ಚಿಗೆ ಕಾಡಿತ್ತು. ರಾಗಾಲಾಪನೆಯನ್ನು ಸವಿಯುತ್ತಾ ಕಣ್ಮುಚ್ಚಿದೆ.

ಇದ್ದಕ್ಕಿದ್ದಂತೆ ರಸ್ತೆ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ಬಸ್ ನಿಂತ ಹಾಗೆ ಭಾಸವಾಯಿತು. ಕಣ್ತೆರೆದು ನೋಡಿದರೆ, ರಸ್ತೆಯ ತುಂಬಾ ಜನ, ಪೋಲೀಸರ ಗುಂಪು, ಛಾಯಾಗ್ರಾಹಕರು. ಸಿನಿಮಾ ಚಿತ್ರೀಕರಣ ಇರಬಹುದೆಂದು ಕುತೂಹಲದಿಂದ ನೋಡಿದೆ, ಭಯಾನಕ! ಎದೆ ಜಿಲ್ ಎನ್ನುವ ದೃಶ್ಯ! ನನ್ನಷ್ಟೇ ವಯಸ್ಸಿನ ಹುಡುಗಿಯೊಬ್ಬಳ ಆಕ್ಸಿಡೆಂಟ್, ಸ್ಥಳದಲ್ಲೇ ಮೃತಪಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾಳೆ. ಒರಟಾದ ರಸ್ತೆಗೆ ಅವಳ ಕೆನ್ನೆ ಹಣೆ ರಾಚಿ ಹೋಗಿದೆ. ಹೋಂಡ ಆಕ್ಟಿವಾನಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದ ಆ ಹುಡುಗಿಯ ಪ್ರಾಣ ಪಕ್ಷಿ ಲಾರಿಯೊಂದಕ್ಕೆ ಡಿಕ್ಕಿ ಹೊಡೆದು, ಮುಗ್ಗರಿಸಿ, ಬಿದ್ದು ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಹಾರಿ ಹೋಗಿತ್ತು. ಸುತ್ತಲೂ ಜನ, ಕೆಲವರಿಗೆ ಭಯ ಮತ್ತೆ ಕೆಲವರಿಗೆ ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯ, ಅಂತು ಎಲ್ಲರು ಸುತ್ತುವರೆದಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಪೋಲೀಸರ ಓಡಾಟ ನಡುನಡುವೆ ಪತ್ರಿಕೆಯವರ ಫೋಟೋ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ಕಿಸುವಿಕೆ, ಇವೆಲ್ಲದರ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ಬಿದ್ದು ಜಜ್ಜಿದ ಆ ಒಂದು ನಿರ್ಜೀವ ದೇಹ. ಅದುವರೆಗೂ, ಆ ಕ್ಷಣದವರೆಗೂ ನನ್ನಂತೆಯೇ ಉಸಿರಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ, ಆಫೀಸಿನಿಂದ ಮರಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದ, ನನ್ನಂತೆಯೇ ಕನಸ ಹೊತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಒಂದು ಪ್ರಾಣ ಇನ್ನಿಲ್ಲ!! ಯಾಕೋ ಭಯವಾಯಿತು. ಸಾವು-ನೋವು ಕೇಳಿ ಕಂಡಿದ್ದರೂ, ಈ ರೀತಿ ಒಂದು ಅನುಭವವಾಗಿದ್ದು ಇದೇ ಮೊದಲು. ಅವಳಿಗಾಗಿ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟು ಜೀವಗಳು ಮಿಡಿಯುತಿದ್ದಾವೋ! ತಾಯಿ? ತಂದೆ? ಗಂಡ? ಮಗು?! ಎಷ್ಟೋ ವರ್ಷಗಳಿಂದ ಕಾಪಾಡಿ, ಆರೈಕೆ ಮಾಡಿ ಬೆಳೆಸಿದ ದೇಹ ಈಗ ಮಣ್ಣುಪಾಲು!

ಬಸ್ಸು ಮುಂದುವರೆಯಿತು, ಸುತ್ತ ಜನರತ್ತ ಕಣ್ಣು ಹಾಯಿಸಿದೆ, ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ತಮ್ಮ ತಮ್ಮ ಲೋಕಕ್ಕೆ ಮರಳಿದ್ದರು. ನನಗಿನ್ನೂ ಶಾಕ್ನಿಂದ ಮರಳಲಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಏನೋ ಇನ್ಸೆಕ್ಯುರಿಟಿ ಕಾಡಲಾರಂಭಿಸಿತು. ಅದು ಆ ಹುಡುಗಿಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಮರುಕವೋ, ಆ ಸ್ಥಿತಿ ನನಗೆ ಬಂದರೆ ಎಂಬ ಭಯವೋ ತಿಳಿಯದು. ಒಂದಷ್ಟು ಹೊತ್ತು ತೀವ್ರವಾಗಿ ಕಾಡಿತು, ಚೇತರಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲೆಂದು ಹಾಡು ಕೇಳಲು ಆರಂಭಿಸಿದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಆ ಕ್ಷಣ ನನ್ನ ಅತ್ಯಂತ ಪ್ರಿಯವಾದ ಹಾಡುಗಳೂ ರುಚಿಸಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಈ ಹಾಡುಗಳಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಅರ್ಥವೇ ಇಲ್ಲವೆನಿಸಿತು. ಜೀವನ, ಉಸಿರಾಟ, ನಾನು, ಈ ಜನ, ಬಸ್ಸು, ಜಗತ್ತು ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಆ ಹುಡುಗಿಯಂತೆಯೇ ನಶಿಸಿಹೋಗಬೇಕಲ್ಲವೇ?

ಈ ಯೋಚನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಳುಗಿದ್ದ ನನಗೆ ಪಕ್ಕದ ಸೀಟಿನ ಹುಡುಗಿ ಎದ್ದಾಗ ಎಚ್ಚರಿಕೆಯಾಯಿತು. ಇನ್ನೇನು ನನ್ನ ಸ್ಟಾಪ್ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಬಂದಿತ್ತು. ಭಯಸ್ಮಿತಳಾದ ನಾನು ಒಂದು ನಿಟ್ಟುಸಿರಿನೊಂದಿಗೆ ಎದ್ದು ಬಸ್ಸಿಳಿದು, ಮನೆಯ ಹಾದಿ ಹಿಡಿದೆ. ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ತುಂಬಾ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳು. ಈ ಗೊಂದಲದ ನಡುವೆಯೇ ಮನೆ ತಲುಪಿದೆ. ನನ್ನ ಕಂಡ ತಕ್ಷಣ ಓಡಿ ಬಂದು ಕೈ ನೆಕ್ಕಿದ ನನ್ನ ನಾಯಿಮರಿ, ಬಾಗಿಲು ತೆರೆದು ನನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ ನಗೆ ಬೀರಿದ ಅಮ್ಮ, ಕೋಣೆಯಿಂದಲೇ ನನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ 'ಏನಮ್ಮ..ಬಂದೆಯಾ' ಎಂದ ಅಪ್ಪ, ಇವರನ್ನೆಲ್ಲಾ ನೋಡಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಆ ಹುಡುಗಿಯ ನೆನಪಾಗಿ ಕಣ್ಣು ತೇವಗೊಂಡವು.

ಕಾಯುತ್ತೇನೆ..

ಬಾಂದನಿಯು ಸನ್ನೆ ಮಾಡುತಿಹುದೇನನ್ನು?
ಮೋಡಗಳು ನನ್ನಿಂದೇನೋ ಮರೆಮಾಚುತಿವೆ
ಗುಟ್ಟಾಗಿಡುತಿವೆ ಒಂದು ಸಂಭ್ರಮವನ್ನು
ಆ ಸುಪ್ತ ಸಂದೇಶವು ಮಳೆಯಾಗಿ
ಭುವಿಗಿಳಿದು ನನ್ನೆಂದು ಪುಳಕಿಸುತ್ತದೆ?

ಕಾಯುತ್ತೇನೆ!

ಮುಂದೇನಾಗುವುದೋ ಅರಿಯೆ
ಆದರೆ, ಸಧ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಹಾರುತ್ತಿದೆ ಪಕ್ಷಿ
ಆ ಮೋಡದ ಮಾಟದ ವಿಚಾರವರಿಯಲು!

Who says bus journey is tedious!

Morning @ 9.00, I dress up and stand near the gate, a royal bus would come and pick me up for my office and drop me back after hours. This was a fairytale concept I had in my mind. But fortunately this did not happen or to put it in a smoother way, I did not wait until this happened. The result was, I got placed in a good company but with no commutation facility. So the world (in)famous BMTC became my means of transportation. Though it was a ‘turn off’ thing in the beginning, now I have begun to adore it. I can say people who don’t travel through BMTC, shall surely miss some thing in life.
This is a great place to study human behavior. One can grasp psychology based on personality traits, ego, passion, love, frustration etc. etc. surprised? But true. Let’s see how!
If you just visit any bus stop at peak hours, you can see innumerable kind of people. Some with all the tension and rush will be waiting for the bus, some with all the passion will be standing to stare at the ones who are rushing. Few with complete indifference with the world around, enjoy their own privacy through FM and head phones. Few with dream filled eyes will be busy on phone conversations. Few others with all the eagerness and naughty smiles shall wait for their sole mates to arrive.
There shall also be people who have all the time in the world to just sit and relax for hours together. For such people, bus stops are a boon. After all it’s a free and entertaining place where they can at least avoid the accusations and the tantrums by their family. I have met with a strange man whose job is to sit in the stop and watch every one and note who catches which bus, and in turn help them by informing about their respective bus timings!! And trust me, his job helps people a lot at times. Can we call it just a time pass or social service?
I have seen 70+ age old couple travel in bus daily, that too at peak hours. (I really wonder for what reason!!). Middle aged couple will also be there waiting. The middle aged man would be much concerned about his wife. So his worry is all about guarding his wife rather than bus catching. Some over aged single females would also be waiting, but god knows if its for the bus or some other!! Among all these, there shall be some frustrated, desperate souls who just want to stand amidst the lady crowd and fantasize.
After minutes and hours of waiting a single bus will arrive. At this time all categories of people are warriors. They can go up to any extent to climb the bus and grab a seat! We can confidently say these buses are the place where there is complete equality. A break through from all caste, class bars. Any class, any caste, no matter, people just rush the war field and fight staunchly. In this battle, winners are those who manage to get a seat and also the ones who dare to cliff on the foot boards. The defeaters would proudly accept the defeat with a gloomy face and get prepared for the next battle where they will make sure to conquer the royal one and a half seat!
But I must say, after the bus moves, every one are again in their own world. Though the war after effects persists, it will be much more peaceful and cold. The standing people with all the envy shall dump their baggage with a simple “excuse me” to those who are sitting. And the sitters with complete deferment receive the bags. The sitters also posses the smartness to turn their faces off at the time of emergency to get up, but very few shall have the humbleness to get up and leave the seat for genuine persons.
With all such characters and behaviors and also the dust and traffic people reach their destiny. And I, one among them and as a passive observer, travel daily to get more and more experience and in turn understand myself better.

ಮಳೆ ನಿಂತು ಹೋದ ಮೇಲೆ....

ಶುಭ್ರ ನೀಲಾಕಾಶದ ಮೇಲೆ ಕಡು ಕಪ್ಪಿನ ಕಾರ್ಮೋಡ
ಗಗನದ ವಾಂಚೆ, ಅಭೀಪ್ಸೆ ಸ್ವಾಗತಿಸುತ್ತದೆ ಆ ಮೋಡಗಳನ್ನ
ಒಡನಾಟ ಕ್ಷಣಕಾಲ ಸುಂದರವಾಗಿದ್ದರೂ
ಅದರ ಹಿಂದೆ ಕಪ್ಪಿಟ್ಟ ಕಲೆಗಳು

ಭೋರೆಂಬ ಮಳೆ

ಮಳೆ ನಿಂತ ಮೇಲೆ
ಮರೆಮಾಚಿತು ಮೋಡ
ಮತ್ತೆ ಮೌನ, ಅದೇ ಶುಭ್ರ ನೀಲಾಕಾಶ
ಮತ್ತೆ ಹೊಸ ಕಿರಣ

ಕಿಟಕಿ ತೆರೆದು ನೋಡಿದೆ ನಾನು
ಆಗಸ ಪ್ರಬುಧ್ಧವಾಗಿದೆಯೇ?
ಸಂತಸ ಪಟ್ತೆ

What am i?

Am I the abysmal ocean?
Or I the great creation
Too ordinary is the world for me
Or am I the one who is ignominy

I am no other
As others not me
Yet I know the abnormality of me
Which is not known to the self of me
What am I searching for?

Are you the life?
Are you the fire?
Are you the desire?
Or are you the power?
What are you that I am searching for?

Are you the wealth?
Are you the warmth?
Are you the passion?
Or are you the possession?
What are you that I am looking for?

In this running world
And the glittering wayward
Oh! So bad
I don’t know what I am craving for!!

On the job..

Hi friends,
Thanks for visiting my bloggie ;)

Well….there goes the journey of me as a working woman! Boy..! mom’s lap..dad’s scoldings...hanging out with friends…those 5 o’clock serials…in total me as a student is no more..!! Yes, the day came when I had to go to “office”! That was sort of a derangement for me to think that am going to office and no more to collage…

The girl in me started thinking, was it right on my part to take such a responsibility...am I actually the grown up one? With the same confusion and pride I reached the office. My seniors welcomed me with half smiles on their faces. There awaited a computer for me and a chair with a name plate. It was altogether a thrilling experience to sit on that chair for the first time. After some time, me thinking to break the hostile silence around...started a conversation with the team mates, who with much difficulty accepted me as one among. First day gone with introductions and induction programs. I was back home to get a royal treatment.

Day two…month two…the work, the meetings, the team lunch, out door work and me. Perhaps jelled well for some time. Days gone by enjoying the work and the perks. I was confident enough to manage my work in the new stream. But at the same time I was also encountered with new experiences. To much of my surprise, I came across the most resentful attitudes. Saw two faces of the same coin. Learnt that life is of much more challenges and dangers than I imagined it to be. Finally I came to the conclusion that…oh this is what is called…”the professionalism”!

The hunt!

The last day of exam…final semester MA English literature’s last exam paper. A win over feeling after handing the paper over. Came out from the exam hall, a conglomeration of happy, sad and confused state of look on everybody’s face that seemed more or less a monotonous aura at that time. However every one were happy and bid a farewell to each other and as usual we 3 took our way. Me n my friends Neha and Manu. All three of us were happy but again with a question mark on our faces! Need less to say, that question was, ‘what next?’.. in this exploding information technology world, we being the arts students, where would we stand was the much bothering thing hitherto.

Birds of the same feathers flock together..all three of us started thinking alike…that is say no for teaching, which was the only remarkable way for literature pass outs. But that doesn’t mean that we were against teaching. Because we knew teaching is a kind of spiritual way to keep our minds peaceful and happy. Also in a mean way…when I say mean way, I talk about the egoistical satisfaction and the superior feeling that the teaching profession fetches. At least to my extent I can say this is true because, teaching makes one ‘teach’.. be the guru, where as in other profession one has to work under some one as a clerk.

Well…true, but then….! Was it the glamour of the corporate world? or the money in it? Or the social fame it claims? Or was it just a passing affair? Am still searching for the exact reason as to why it made me not to choose such an adorable teaching profession ( atleast for right now, I might take it up after some time though!). However, as we planned before the examinations itself, right after exam we uploaded our thin resumes in the job portals. Ironically, the portals itself had monstrous names to indicate the future! ;) By that day we were already employed, meaning to say, our current profession was hunting for jobs. No sooner our exams ended Neha and me got a call from Meta-I, who had come for the campus selection to our beloved Bangalore university and told us that we both have been shortlisted. There was no end to our happiness. Our fears that we might get rejected by the corporate world, started fading away. But we felt bad for manu being not selected. But however with all the eagerness, we both started getting ready for the interview. Neha, who was pretty much a Belinda of our collage, wanted me to have a great makeover which she often dreamt off. She took me to the parlour, made me have a haircut, step with razor cut!! Was bit painful for my long black hair. And she made me have my eyebrow shaped. Finally, it was looking like a warrior well trained and ready for the jump into the new corporate world!

The day came, when we have to reach our much awaited destiny. We were ready to kick the day off with the journey to meta-I. Our stomach trembled with full of butterflies. We were amalgamated by fear, curiosity and happiness. It was in JP nagar, as we reached near to the place, we started thinking as to how diplomatically we have to behave and how hypothetically we have to answer. The land mark was next to Aris global, and we reached there. Oops! That was starring. We got down there and started searching for meta-i. As we moved further, for our much disappointment meta-I was a small, not so professional, home come office! All our eagerness and hopeful hopes came to an end, but however we soon recovered and thought to attend the interview. That was a general round of interview wherein we were asked to introduce ourselves and gave the company’s introduction. A day later came the results that I had been selected. With all that disappointment I really felt happy as my first attempt didn’t go a vain. They didn’t not select Neha as they knew that she was of much above the company’s standards!
I was asked to report on 2nd of July 07. A week more to go. By that time we got another call. That was from fidelity investments!!! A big boss in corporate finance. By this time we knew that we have our say in this unknown world. All three of us went to take the test there and test ourselves. This was a real challenge. We still managed to clear all the round but unfortunately, we could not make it up in the last and final round. But Neha made it up to the mark and got a seat in the big brother’s lap. The fidelity was a huge office, full of glamour and passion and also scary. Though that was a kind of place we dreamed, after reaching there I personally felt, this is not what I am!! Within me I never really wanted it. But still I wanted it. May be this is what is called the psychology of human beings. We never really want a single destination. In other words everybody think always in oxymoron. Without thinking much, I started my journey again. But also decided to seek the present fruit in hand that is meta-I.

(to be continued)

kanasu

Hii visitors!
This is my first attemt to create a blog. The blog which is all about me, my life and my thoughts. Everybody's life is a chaos! Atleast at some or the other point, this is true. So in this chaotic world of mind, mine is a small attempt to discover myself. A journey into myself. Well!! all i can say is...let's enjoy blogging. Pls share your views about my views.