Kabootar Ja…Ja…Jaa….

Not very long ago, I am sure you all remember the pomp and glory with which our esteemed self had announced its return to the home turf. The bon homie did last for sometime I must say, and now, our mommy dearie wants to get into the details. Just what are those specifics that she is underlining offlate is any boy-staying-with-parents’ guess! Right from picking up the clothes lying around in ma room.. to picking up a bride (to loiter around in my room) is on the list of have-to-dos. One is more akin to seein’ the quintessential linear markings of a certain silver kind on the dark horizon and thus amidst all this, we spotted a lot of grub for blog! So after mommy dearest handed down the list of “do-this-else-i’ll-whop-your-sorry-a$$”, we got down to handle the daunting tasks… in order that suited us! And here we are dishing out a post! Amen!!

While sorting out the fossils accumulated in my book shelf drawers (the first on the list), out popped the long dead Engineering notes, half drawn sketches of God-only-knows-what, birthday cards, mushy bye-bye cards, scrap books (Ah! the innocence of childhood), and finally a bundle of letters! Hmmmm… letters…. mused my mind. Much like the neandrethel gaping at the spherical structure in front of him, and uttering those weird sounds “Wheee”… “Wheee”… “Wheeeeel” to make up for the lack of anything more sensible, I made similar sounds albeit of more sophistication “OOoooooohhh!!” “Aaaaaahhhh”… “Awwwww” and the likes. Memories tumbled down of my first pen-pal(ly) ofcourse! She was a friend of Prarthana while we were in highschool and was looking for a pen-pal. Needless to say, being the boy of the hour, I stepped in duly to fulfill her needs, and soon enough, Prarts was playing the Kabootar between me and her. Ofcourse there was no romantic inclination, lemme make it clear upfront. But there certainly was the charm associated with penning words that we knew would be gazed at by a friend at the other end. And great wonder of wonders! We also found a wonderfully hidden, yellowing parchment of what was once a paper, that had in it the loving yearning of a girl, I was so totally smitten by while I was in 7th Standard! Yep! Buddies!! with eyes moistening, I realized that the Stupid Cupid afterall had managed to preserve just one letter of my Wonder years when I had written my first love letter to the one girl I had gifted my heart to, on a platter!! I read, re-read, re-re-read the letter…..and finally for lack of anything better, let out a sigh.

Do people still write Love letters? Have any of you written a love letter? The idea of a letter by itself in this fast paced lightning-speed email/sms age seems archaic. Needless to say, its already replaced the notion of a postman to someone who brings in the bills and statements than anything remotely humane in content! Maybe in the remote corners of India, people still communicate using letters, and maybe someday, if my mom has her way, I’ll be taking my kids over there to show them just how a snail-mail (such an unromantic and degrading nomenclature) looks and works! Anyhooo, lets get back to the Love letters. The idea of writing a love letter itself was so irrepressibly romantic that it spawned generations of lilting romantic numbers in every language that has dished out movies on the screen! Be it Rajendra kumar begging Vyjayanthimala not to give him a beating with “Yeh mera prem patr padhkar”, to Shashi kapoor doing his stick-dance for a sharmili Asha Parekh with “Likhe jo khat tujhe…woh teri yaad mein”…. aaaahh!! I know, so many of you are now silently nodding their heads and smiling! 😉 Circa 1990s and Bhagyashree coaxing the dove to carry her letter to Sallu Bhai had set the hearts rolling on the streets, gallis and nukkads. And surely enough, every heart ever asunder in the burning fire of pining love was doling out letters by kilos! Nowadays, we have our ears bulldozed by Reshammiyas of the netherworlds, who don’t know which particular anatomy of their body should be used to sing let alone act!

The first time I ever saw a love letter was ofcourse by “accident” when I was fishing through the locker of my parents looking for chocolates (Yep!! There! I said it! My mom had the most dubious distinction of hiding my favorite chocolates in the weirdest of places least of which wasn’t the locker). I wasn’t ofcourse able to read through it entirely, what with the details being etched in miniscule letters for want of more space! But the gist mentioned in the first couple of lines of how much she missed my father was sufficient enough to turn my cheeks a deep hue of pink! Later ofcourse, entirely due to the fault of the genes my lovely parents bestowed me with, I was handling out love letters left, right and center! 😀 And if girls flipped by the lot, well, what can I say! Magic hands baby 😉 (and the genes ofcourse!!)

The toughest part of writing a love letter, I feel is just that! The writing!! Painstakingly you have to choose the words to give just the right amount of feeling. Not too laid back, not too desperate! Not handing the heart on a platter, nor barricading it! How does one dish out such a word-perfect love letter?! I am yet to discover! The emphasis is ofcourse laid on the feeling not just the verbal cosmetics. And inspite of all the best laid out words, one can never be too assured of a hit (sic) both physical and emotional!! 😛

After writing, comes the second daunting task of actually handing over the letter to the girl. Many a movie plots have found this to be the turning point that they seek! Hearts stop and breathes gasp just as the poor hero goes to hand over the love letter to the lady-love only to find her cozing up in the arms of his best friend or worst rival! Ouch! Else we have him with sweaty hands and smelly arm pits handing it over to the girl and soon are teleported to swiss locales to find them both prancing around like puppies with cooties! The best that has ever transpired when I handed a love letter was to find the girl smile and nod her consent while the worst… well… let’s not get into it! The post is increasing in its size! 😉 For those who are worried of their well being, ofcourse there are friends – both human and non-human that can be called upon to aid in the need of the hour! Dogs, pigeons, swans, to monkeys have all essayed the roles of romantic messengers.

Love has certainly come of age! We no longer talk of “janam-janam ka naata”! Lovers these days philosophize about the effervescence of public buses and girls (or boys too!) in our lives and rightly forbid from too much of mourning. Love letters have become short and crisp. They have changed to the formats of emails and sms. From agonizingly long sentences prophecizing the lives that one would want to live with one another, we now see “I lv u. Wanna gt 2gthr” being txtd arnd! Love makes the world go round and Love letters ensure that corporates stay in business. The VHPs and Bajrang Dals of the world not withstanding, we still celebrate love the old fashioned way atleast once in a year with Valentine’s Day! People exchange greeting cards (for those strapped of cash, there’s e-cards), write love poems, treat eachother at candle light dinners, propose, depose, and maybe a few of them proclaim their love through words etched on a paper!!!

Those of you who are in love, go home, or if your project is boring, snatch that letter pad and write something out, in your own handwriting, your own feelings and send it across to that one loving heart that you feel is meant for you! Those of you who wanna be in love, do the same and keep ur fingers crossed! In the meanwhile….I have a lot more cleaning to do and who knows what I may find next to spawn a lengthy boring post to heckle you all with!! 😉

ಓ ಸುಪ್ತ ಚೇತನ!

ಹಲವು ತಿಂಗಳುಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ಬೇಸರದಲ್ಲಿ ಗೀಚಿದ್ದ ಮೊದಲ ನಾಲ್ಕು ಸಾಲುಗಳು, ಹಳೇ ಹಾಳೆಗಳ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ಸಿಲುಕಿ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗಿದ್ದು, ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಬಿತ್ತು. ಅರೆ ಬರೆಯಾಗಿದ್ದ ಭ್ರೂಣಕ್ಕೆ ಪೂರ್ಣ ರೂಪಕೊಟ್ಟು, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮುಂದೆ ಇರಿಸಿದ್ದೇನೆ.

ಆಗುಹೋಗುಗಳ ನೂಕುನುಗ್ಗಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ನಾನಿರುವ ನಾನಾಗಹೊರಟಿರುವ ಇಕ್ಕೆಲದಲ್ಲಿ
ಬಯಕೆಯಾಮಿಷಗಳ ಗೊಂದಲ ಗೋಜಲು.
ಸಿಲುಕಿ ನರಳಿ ಬೆಂಡಾದ ಇರುವನ್ನು
ತೊರೆದೆಲ್ಲಿ ಅಡಗಿರುವೆ ಓ ಸುಪ್ತ ಚೇತನ?!

ನಿನ್ನೆಯ ನಿರ್ಣಯಕೆ ಇಂದೆನಗೆ ಶಿಕ್ಷೆಯೋ?
ಜಡಿದ ಸಂಕೋಲೆಯೊಲು ಹಾರುವ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಯೋ?
ಅಗ್ನಿಶಿಖೆ ಧರೆಯಾಗಿ ಕೋಲ್ಮಿಂಚು ಮುಗಿಲಾಗಿ
ರೋದಿಸುತ ಕನಲಿರುವ ಏಕಾಂಗಿ ಮನವನ್ನು
ತೊರೆದೆಲ್ಲಿ ಅಡಗಿರುವೆ ಓ ಸುಪ್ತ ಚೇತನ?!

ನೀನೊಮ್ಮೆ ಸಲಹಿದ್ದೆ, ಮುದ್ದಾಡಿ ಬೆಳೆಸಿದ್ದೆ!
ವಾತ್ಸಲ್ಯ ಭೋರ್ಗರೆಸಿ, ಸತ್ವದ ಸುಧೆಯುಣಿಸಿ,
ಜೀವಿತದ ಅರ್ಥವನು ಗುರುವಾಗಿ ತೋರಿದ್ದೆ
ಇಂದೆಲ್ಲ ಮರೆತಿರುವೆ, ದಾರಿಯನು ತಪ್ಪಿರುವೆನೆಂದೆನ್ನ
ತೊರೆದೆಲ್ಲಿ ಅಡಗಿರುವೆ ಓ ಸುಪ್ತ ಚೇತನ?!

ಎನ್ನ ನಿರ್ವಿಕಾರ ದೈವದ ಅನುಭೂತಿ ನೀನು!
ಎನ್ನ ಸಾಕಾರ ಸಾರ್ಥಕ್ಯ ರೂವಾರಿ ನೀನು!
ಮರಳಿ ಬಾ ಬೇಡುವೆನು… ಶಬರಿಯೊಳು ಕಾಯುವೆನು
ಶಿಲೆಯಾದ ತಮವಾದ ಜಡವಾದ ಜೀವಕೆ ರಾಮನಾಗಿ
ಉದ್ಧರಿಸು ಬಾ, ಉತ್ಸಹಿಸು ಬಾ ಓ ಸುಪ್ತ ಚೇತನ!!

-ಪ್ರವೀಣ

Appeal against Plagiarism

Well, honestly, sometimes I do suffer from self-delusional beliefs that whatever I write in my blogspace is of prime importance, if not for the few surviving readers of mine, then atleast for me! Why else would I want to write about it?!! But there are certain occurrences that even defy the limits of this egoistic belief of mine, and validate it!! In simple words, it surprises me when some people actually give too much worth to what I write.

And that is what happened, when one fine day last month, I received an email from a wonderful friend of mine, telling me that my blog post was blatantly copied and posted in another blog by I guess a fellow ‘blogger’… and I felt the first pang of being plagiarised hit me. Honestly, it was surprise that first took hold of me. I felt rather weird that someone would find the content worth copying and associating their name with it! But that is done already!

http://nimmaadiga.blogspot.com/2009/06/favorite-poetic-numbers-in-kannada.html

http://nimmaadiga.blogspot.com/2009/06/bhaavageete-soulful-songs.html

In the second post link, I haven’t included the lyrics of the song in my original post. However, the content for both the posts have been completely lifted from this blogspace. The original posts have been mentioned below for the reference of my discerning readers:

http://allformusic.blogspot.com/2005/12/favorite-kannada-poetic-numbers-in.html

http://allformusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/bhaavageete-soulful-songs-for-hearfelt.html

Well, what is to be said for this?!! I dunno! I wrote an email politely asking him to take the posts off, or atleast mention the original source, but no action has been taken so far towards either of these steps. You know, its really flattering to think that someone will enmasse copy my words given that imitation is the best form of flattery. But I am not sure, if I am really happy about it. A lot of what I have written here, given that it is pertaining to music, is not entirely original. I have written about songs, meanings of these lyrics/compositions, and music personalities. Anybody can write about these, and I wouldn’t claim these to be my sole ideas, but my feelings about these songs are mine. The emotions that I feel and I relate to through these songs, are mine. I am not so sure if someone can just copy them and claim them to be his own. May be am being too picky, or maybe I am being justified in my slight indignation about such behaviors. But the fact is that I do feel it is insensitive on a person’s part to blatantly copy someone else’s work (no matter how pedestrian it may be) and post it as his own.

I have no idea how many people take blogs seriously. Maybe none, or maybe negligibly few! Or if its someone like the Who’s who of entertainment industry or politics, then maybe a lot of them would! I am just a small fish in this colossal school! But I take time to think about what I write about the songs that touch me, that move me, inspire me and prod me to write about them. And its just effin’ irritatin’ that a person can spend a bare minimum 5-6 minutes in copying the contents, and posting it on his blog and rudely ignore polite requests to pull it down!

Am I being a cry baby?!! Oh well who cares!

Btw. Sush.. a wonderful friend of mine and an even more chronic music buff.. introduced me to a wonderful song from the upcoming movie Ishqiya…. “Dil Toh Baccha Hai Ji”… penned by Gulzar… thatz what is coming up next!! Thanks a lot for patiently listening to my rants …. if u have made it so far.. I guess u can stick around! Cheerio!!

Hum bhi agar bachhe hote…

Had a bad night. Unwanted, unwarranted, misleading and misunderstood argument with a friend, hurtful words, unintended meanings stifling the air around me! Nearly sleepless night…. grubby morning, cloudy weather, Monday!
Made a fake cheery presence to my mom, and headed towards the auto stand… 3 buses full of kids, probably on their way to a picnic pull over near the traffic signal, and out of nowhere, the whole bunch of kids lined up near the windows called out and a medley of “TaTa!!” “Good Morning”, “Anna!! Hiiiiiii” rang out! And suddenly it all seemed okie. 🙂

Why is it so tough for us to be child like? Simple… uncomplicated… and contended?

Kelo Satcharitra – On pious lives and noble souls

Usually, I receive a lot of requests either through comments or through emails for mp3 files or lyrics of songs. While it is extremely heartening to have readers who are drawn to this blog, and coax me into writing, I must at the same time, profusely apologize for the delay that invariably happens in materializing these requests.
The ones that are easily done, will surely be done. Some requests that ask for the lyrics and the meaning usually take time, and that is the first round of problem that I run into. I do want to eventually write on all the songs that I’ve been receiving requests on, and better late than never. So please do continue to visit…and ofcourse demand. If it can be met, it surely will :).

One of the requests I had received from a person (who didn’t give me his email address while leaving the comment) was for the lyrics of a composition by Sri Purandara Dasa – Kelo Satcharitra. I had listed this song was one of my favorites that had been sung by the maestro Maharajapuram Santhanam. It is a bit tricky to be writing about this song, as I’ll have to go into some nuances of the belief system held in Hindu tradition. I hope I can do some justice and would call upon any readers of mine, who have much more knowledge, to kindly add on to this, or correct me if I erred anywhere.

Kelo satcharitra manuja pa

O! Human! Listen to the lives of noble and pious people!

drudha bhaktiyindali hariya nenedare
koduva mokshave saakshi
drudha bhaktiyillade hariya nenedare
paduva narakave saakshi 1

When one prays to Lord Hari in steadfast devotion, the testimony for the same is provided by the salvation he obtains. Whilst the hell one suffers is proof of the person not being truly devoted to Lord Hari.

kanyaadaanava maadidavarige
hennina bhogave saakshi
kanyaadaanava maadadavarige
hennina kaatave saakshi 2

For people who give away their daughters in marriage, affluence and prosperity in their families holds the proof. (It is a belief that giving daughters in marriage is an act of great virtue and sanctity that brings immense goodwill and fortune to the doers, although in the present days, I am more akin to believing in the contrary!) Whereas those who do not indulge in this shall suffer from nagging women or women who shall cause their downfall. [If I can get on a lighter tone, it seems as if the best way to bring in fortune is to give away the women!!]

pankti vanchane maadidavarige
janma rogave saakshi
pankti vanchane maadadavarige
putra bhaagyave saakshi 3

Those who jump the order shall suffer from birth disorders. (pankti – is a term that is generally used for the rows of people who sit for dinner. There was an established order as to who follows who in the earlier days. It was believed that those who skip this order, or cheat on the order, shall have progenies with defects. It may also be interpreted as someone who skips the social order established in the society, and someone who transgresses this social order shall pay for it in their future generations). For those who do not skip the order, the testimony is provided by them bearing sons. (Typically considered to be the ones who continue the family legacy, birth of male child was regarded as an event of great auspiciousness for the family).

anna daanava maadidavarige
unnuva ootave saakshi
anna daanava maadadavarige
anna kalevude saakshi 4

The food one eats is proof that the individual also feeds others. There are several quotes in kannada and ofcourse in almost every language and culture that emphasise on the need to share food. Food has been considered one of the prime offerings that can be made to fellow human beings. Be it an occassion of celebration or one of mirth, offering food to others, has been held as a pious act since age immemorial. This stanza emphasizes the same by stressing that those who perform such offerings, shall also be blessed with an abundance of food. While those who do not share their food (or fortune) shall lose it, which is the proof of their greediness.

aadida maatige hariye saakshi
todida baavige jalave saakshi
maadida paapake manave saakshi
saatige purandara vithalana saakshi 5

The Lord is the witness for the words that are uttered as the water is the proof for the well that is dug! (When a well is dug well, it does hit the water spot, in the same way, words that are spoken well, with the best of the intentions and truthfully, shall please the Lord). The consciousness is the witness for the crimes that have been committed, while the Lord Purandara Vitthala is the witness for the truth. (Even if we may believe that no one is watching us, and resort to unlawful activities or bad actions, our consciousness shall always be aware of it, and hence its the true witness. Hence, the saying goes that character is what we do, when we think that no one is looking!)

One of the interesting aspects of the compositions by the dasas or the sharanas, is that it sheds a lot of light on the social structure and belief system held during those days. Ofcourse, many of it may seem irrelevant of even blasphemous now, but the underlying philosophy has indeed been noble.

After a While…

Received this poem as a comment from Sushma…. was so good that I didn’t think it was fair to leave it in the comments section so moving it as a post.

I know it has feminine overtones to it.. but I strongly feel it transgresses the genders…

After a While

After a while
you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.

By,
Veronica A. Shoffstall