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What is "home"? : Some unsaid thoughts

What is home? Can you smell it? Can it be felt? Can you live it? Can you experience it? According to me, home is a place where time stands still. Maybe it’s a place where time doesn’t exist. It is a place where all your memories, emotions, angst, smiles, tears – all those intense ups and downs that you have gone through all your life, lay bare, as if they had happened just moments ago. Home is a time machine whose walls have captured every emotion you have felt as a child, at which you can smile when you revisit them in your adulthood. Home is a place whose roads stand testimony to those heady days when you roamed them carefree with your friends, without an ounce of care to pay bills, rents, or to earn money to feed yourself. Home is a place which reminds you how privileged you have always been, and how grateful you need to be for this privilege. Home is a place whose winds soothe your inner soul, and calm down your anxieties. Home is a place whose air has the freshness and purity of a…
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Dare to think the unthought known

Note: The title of this poem is inspired by the wonderful festschrift bearing the same title, edited by Prof. Ajeet Mathur of IIMA. The book has opened new vistas in my mind, it has inspired me to always live on the edge, no matter how difficult it is and will be. The book, according to me, is a perfect example of what being "boundaryless" truly means. 
Dare to think the unthought known
Dare to feel the unacceptable acceptance
Dare to accept the difficult feelings
Dare to break the unbroken shackles.

Dare to think the unknown thought
Dare to touch the untouched part of your heart
Dare to love the unloving them
Dare to be the unstoppable you.

Dare to fall and get up in no time
Dare to face rejection everytime
Dare to be there for yourself all the time
Dare to create new reality sometimes.

Dare to let go
Dare to let be
Dare to welcome surprises
Dare to let go
Dare to let be
Dare to live life as it comes!

Tryst with IIMA - Critical reflections

Disclaimer: These are my personal views drawn from very personal experiences I have had at IIMA. There will be people at IIMA who do not agree with my views. So, please respect the subjectivities inherent in the views expressed.

Being at IIMA must be a dream of millions. I do not know why and how God found me worthy enough to be a part of this hallowed institution. I feel overwhelmed by this wonderful stroke of luck, if I may call it that. It has been around 45 days that I am calling myself a WIMWIan and the feeling is heady. It's heady partly because of the premium Indian society lays on people who have studied here, and partly because, the experience of being a part of the IIMA fraternity in itself is mind boggling. The structures here make me push my limits even if I do not want to, or even if I am not ready for it. The structures make sure that I make myself ready for the war. Yes, everyday here is a war against time, against laxity, against mediocrity, against complacence, ag…

a poem on deep, dark death

we all die as unfinished chapters.  wanting to do more, but given less wanting to love more, but left alone wanting to live, but left dead
we all die as unfulfilled wishes wanting to talk but left dumb wanting to cry with no tears wanting to die, but left alive
we all die bit by bit, inch by inch when heart stops wishing and desires stop coming we die a bit everytime we kill ourselves
we all die one day when grammar doesn't matter nor does metre all that matters is the deep dark death in all its glory, peace and mystery!

ಈಗ ಕನ್ನಡ ಯಾಕೆ?

ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ಸಲ, ನಾವು ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆ, ಊರು, ರಾಜ್ಯ ಅಥವಾ ದೇಶವನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋಗುವ ತನಕ ನಮ್ಮ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ ಮತ್ತು ಮೌಲ್ಯಗಳ ಮಹತ್ವ ನಮಗೆ ತಿಳಿದಿರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ನನಗೆ ಆಗಿದ್ದೂ ಅದೇ.
ಕಾನೂನಿನ ಪದವಿ ಪಡೆಯುವ ತನಕ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದಲ್ಲೇ ಇದ್ದಿದ್ದರಿಂದ ಕನ್ನಡ ಭಾಷೆ ಮತ್ತು ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯ ಅರಿವು ನನಗೆ ಅಷ್ಟು ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಆಂಗ್ಲ ಭಾಷೆಯ ವ್ಯಾವಹಾರಿಕ ಪ್ರಾಧಾನ್ಯ ಜಗತ್ತಿನಾದ್ಯಂತ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿದ್ದು, ನಾನು ಆಂಗ್ಲ  ಮಾಧ್ಯಮದಲ್ಲಿ ಶಿಕ್ಷಣ ಪಡೆದಿದ್ದಾಗಿದೆ. ಆದುದರಿಂದ, ನಾನು ಓದಿದ ಶಾಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾತನಾಡುವುದನ್ನು ವಿದ್ಯಾರ್ಥಿಗಳು ಹಾಗೂ ಶಿಕ್ಷಕರೂ ಸಹ ಕೀಳಾಗಿ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು. ಕಡ್ಡಾಯವಾಗಿ ಆಂಗ್ಲ ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲೇ ಮಾತನಾಡಬೇಕು ಎಂಬ ನಿಯಮ ನನ್ನ ಶಾಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇತ್ತು.
ಹೀಗಿರುವಾಗ, ನಾನು ಕಾನೂನು ಓದಲು ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ, ಮೊದಲನೇ ಸೆಮಿಸ್ಟರ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ, ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಓದಿದ ವಿದ್ಯಾರ್ಥಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಡ್ಡಾಯವಾದ ವಿಷಯ ಎಂದು ಘೋಷಿಸಲಾಯಿತು. ನಾವು ಯಾರೂ ಸಹ ಈ ನಿಯಮವನ್ನು ತುಂಬು ಹೃದಯದಿಂದ ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸಿದ್ದಿಲ್ಲ. ಶಿಕ್ಷಣ ವ್ಯವಸ್ಥೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಸಿಟ್ಟು ಬಂದಿತ್ತು. ನಮ್ಮ ಆಯ್ಕೆಯ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಈ ನಿಯಮ ಧಕ್ಕೆ ತಂದಿತು ಅಂತ ನಾವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಗೋಗರೆದೆವು. ಆದರೂ ಒಲ್ಲದ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಿಂದ ಕನ್ನಡವನ್ನು ಓದಲೇಬೇಕಾಯಿತು!
ಸ್ನಾತಕೋತ್ತರ ಪದವಿ ಪಡೆಯಲು ಮುಂಬೈಯ ಟಾಟಾ ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ವಿಜ್ಞಾನ ಸಂಸ್ಥೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಕಾಲಿಟ್ಟಾಗ ನನಗೆ ಭಾಷೆಯ ಪ್ರಾಮುಖ್ಯತೆ ಮೊದಲ…

Why do we celebrate Birthdays?

Birthdays. These are those awkward days on which we are made to realise that we are growing old. Albeit, in a celebratory mode. Why do we celebrate the day we were born on this Earth? What's so special in our births? Maybe the fact that all the cells, atoms & molecules in our bodies have fought hard to make it till date. Maybe every birthday is a reminder of the fact that we are born fighters. But, maybe also of the fact that we are slowly disintegrating into nothingness (or, everything-ness?!).

One aspect of the way in which we celebrate birthdays has intrigued me. And that is the so called "surprise" birthday parties. Is celebrating our birthdays even a surprise to us? As if we wouldn't know it's a special day unless we artificially create this "surprise" element? What's so surprising about the birthday parties? The materialistic gifts? The time and money spent in arranging for the event? Or the mere fact that we are aging? Isn't the cale…

Freedom from my mind

I always wanted to be free. Free from all the invisible shackles, That bound me to invisible ideals That made me just a part of the whole.
I always dreamt of charting my own path, Path gleaming and glistening with youthful dreams Dreams that are screaming to be realized Dreams that have never been dreamt before
But dreams are just dreams It takes grit & guts to make them real Where did mine go? Where did I lose myself?
I lay prisoner within myself now The web which society weaved for me The web which I wanted to tear open I lay trapped within it I lay trapped within myself
I became the web I became the enemy I was fighting against I became the prison I dreaded I became the mask I wanted to shred
Where lies freedom? It's nowhere to be seen Where lie the dreams? They are nowhere to be found
All I have is society Living comfortably within my mind All I have is this mind Which is no more mine
The enemy has seeped into me Twisting and turning my identity It's beyond my recogni…