SATY'S

ಕಾಯಕವೇ ಕೈಲಾಸ ಯಂದು ನಂಬಿದವರ ಬೇಕೆದೆ ವಿಳಾಸ ಪರರ ಹಿತಕೆ ಬದಾಕುವ ಜನ ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಗುವರು ಯಂದು ಕೇಳೆದೆ ಹಣ್ಣ ಭೂಮಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾಡಲು ಹರುಟಿವೆವು ನಾವು ಸ್ವರ್ಗ ಆದರೆ ತಪ್ಪು ಹೋಗಿದೆ ನಾವು ಚಲಿಸುವ ಮಾರ್ಗ ಮುಂದಾಲೋಚನೆಯ ವೈಫಾಲ್ಯ್ತೇವೆ ಭೂಮಿಯನು ಮಾಡಿದೆ ನರಕ್ ಬಾವನೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಸ್ಥಾನವಿಲ್ಲ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆ ಕೃತ್ರಿಮ ಬುದ್ಧಿವಂತಿಕೆಯ ತರ್ಕ್ ಹಾಸೆಗೆ ಇದಸ್ಟು ಕಾಲು ಚಾಚು ಬಾಚಣಿಗೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ ಕೂದಲು ಬಾಚು ತಲೆ ಇಲ್ಲದ್ ಜನರೆಗೆ ಬಾಚಣಿಗೆ ಏಕೆ? ನಿದ್ರೆ ಬರದ್ ಈ ಲೊಕಕೆ ಹಾಸಿಗೆ ಯಾಕೆ? ಕೈ ಕೆಸರಾದರೆ ಬಾಯಿ ಮಸರು ಮರಗಳು ಮಾಯವಾಗುವಾಗ ಇನ್ನು ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹಸಿರು? ಹಕ್ಕಿಗಳೇ ಇರದ ಮೇಲೆ ಕಾಣಿಸುವುದು ಹೇಗೆ ಗೂಡು? ಪುಸ್ತಕ್ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾತ್ರ ನಾವು ನೋಡಬವುದು ಈಗ ಕಾಡು ಪರಿವರ್ತನೆ ಪ್ರಕೃತಿಯ ನಿಯಮ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ ಇದಕೆ ನಿರಂತಾರ ಚಲಿಸುವ ಸಮಯ ಬದ್ಲಾವಣೆಯ ಸಾಗರದಲ್ಲಿ ತೇಲಿ ಹೋಗಿದೆ ಮಾನವಕುಲ ಪ್ರೀತಿ , ವಿಶ್ವಾಸ , ಸತ್ಯ ಕಲ್ಲಿದುಕೊಂಡಿವೆ ಬಲ್ಲ ಸೂರ್ಯನನ್ನು ಪರಿಕ್ರಮಿಸುವ ಈ ನಮ್ಮ ಭೂಮಿ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮಾಂಡದಲ್ಲಿ ವಂದು ನಿಕೃಸ್ಟ ಬಿಂದು ಇಂತಹ ಆತ್ಯಲ್ಪ ಜಗದಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನ ಮಹತ್ವಾಕಾಂಕ್ಷೆ ತುಂಬಿದ ನಮ್ಮ ಸ್ವಾರ್ಥಿ ಜೀವನ ಹೌದು ಬದಲಾಗಿದೆ ನಾವು ಬದಾಕುವ ರೀತಿ ಬದಲಾಗಿದೆ ನಮ್ಮ ತತ್ವಗಳು

ಚಹಾದ ಮೇಲೆ ಬರೆಯಲು ಒಂದು ಕವಿತೆ ಪುಸ್ತಕ್ ಪೆನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದು ನಾನು ಕುಳಿತೆ ಚಹಾ ಕುಡಿಯದೆ ಬದಕುವುದು ನಮಗೆ ಕಷ್ಟ ಚಹಾ ಕುಡಿದು ಬದಕುವುದು ನಮಗೆ ಇಷ್ಟ ಚಹಾದಲ್ಲಿ ಇರುವುದು ಸಕ್ಕರೆ, ಚಹಾಪುಡಿ ದಿನದಲ್ಲಿ ೩ ಹೊತ್ತು ಚಹಾ ಕುಡಿಯುದು ನಮ್ಮ ರೂಡಿ ಮುಂಜಾನೆಯ ಆ ತಿಳಿ ಬೆಳಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬೇಕು ನಮಗೆ ಚಹಾ ಮುಸ್ಸಂಜೆಯ ಮದೂರ್ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶ ನಮಗೆ ಚಹಾ ಹಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾಡಿದರೆ ಅದೇ ಚಹಾ ಆಗುವುದು ಕೇಟಿ (KT) ಒಂದೇ ಗುಟುಕ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಡಿದು ಮಾಡುವವು ಕಪ್ empty ಮೂರು ಹೊತ್ತೂ ಚಹಾ ಕುಡಿಯುವ ಈ ನಮ್ಮ ಚಟಾ ಎಂದಿಗೂ ಬಿಡಿಲಾರೆವು ನಾವು ಈ ನಮ್ಮ ಹಟಾ ಚಹಾ ಮಾಡುವುದು ಒಂದು ಸುಂದರ್ ಕಲೆ ಇದ್ದಕೆ ಬೇಕಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಕುವುದು ಬಳೆ ಹೌದು ಗಂಡಸರು ಕೂಡಾ ಮಾಡುಬಹುದು ಚಹಾ ಇದ್ದನು ಕೇಳಿ ಹೆಂಗಸರು ಅಂದರು ಇದೇನು ಮಹಾ ಆದರೆ ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಬರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಈ ಕಲೆ ಕುಡುಕರಿಗೆಏನು ಗೋರ್ತು ಇದರ್ ಬೆಲೆ PARLE G BISCUIT ಬೇಕೇ ಬೇಕು ಇದರ್ ಜ್ಯೋತೆ ಎದಿಕೊಂಡು ತಿನ್ನುವೆವು ನಾವು ಮತ್ತೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಚಹಾ ಇದು ಒಂದು ಅಸದರನ್‌ವಾಡ್ ದ್ರವ ಚಹಾ ಈ ಶಬ್ದ ಕೇಳೆ ಎದ್ದು ಕೂಡುವುದು ಶವ ಈ ಕಡಿ ಬಿಸಿಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬೇಕು ನಮಗೆ ಚಹಾ ಕುಡಿದು ಸಂತೋಷ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ನಾವು ಸಂಬ್ರ್ಹಮಿಸುವೆವು ವಾಹ ವಾಹ -      ಸೂರ್ಯ -       ಅನಂತ ಪ್ರಕ

Paramedic’s Panorama In a white van with a red light The call of duty beckons even at night I have seen the pain; I have seen the loss I have seen the dead lying gross A cracked skull; a punched nose I can sense the death when it’s close A broken jaw; a split ear I know when it will take long to repair War, accidents and flood I have seen everywhere blood The sight of it has grown in my head Now I see everywhere red Dislocated bones; punctured vessels I have fixed them all, fixed them same Snapped fingers; swerved toes The cry of young and old, I have heard the same A gashed belly, a slit throat At times, I have saved them both A strike to brain, a bullet through heart Death has style and it loves art Killers of pain, unconsciousness dose Morphine injected and quickly pain goes Sedatives, paralytics I keep all kind Stitch in times saves nine, knows my mind To always try my best, I have taken the oath Life and death, I

I pray to thee, oh! My dear lord! Please save me from this fraud Strength of my men is lost Their hearts are now sealed in frost They now stand head held low Shattered by Shakuni’s blow Couldn’t they see the deceit? Couldn’t they decide to forfeit? Look, what the desire has cost My honor is about to be lost Oh! My dear lord, I only have you Save me soon, minutes are few Mighty Bhim can’t move an inch While, to my garb I desperately clinch Arjun’s aim is no more the same Yudhisthir failed in an unfair game Oh! My dear lord my strength is weak I pray to thee, save this meek I am being stripped in front of all Crowd is pleased watching Pandava’s fall Now, I have very less to hide In shame five men watch plight of their bride Oh! My dear lord, I can no more wait Come save me before it’s too late This is a horrendous crime Repercussions will be soon seen in time My men will prepare to retaliate In their anger Kaurava’s kingd

A murder in cold blood An act of extreme violence Everyone stood still and watched A man dying in complete silence The murdere looked around The victim lay motionless on the ground His eyes showed no remorse nor fear He didn’t care if this act could bring smear His hand held a scimitar dripping blood The dead body had none to enshroud He walked through crowd, not in haste The dripping blood was all he wanted to taste Everyone stood still, head held low Except a child who didn’t lower his gaze His fists tightened, his eyes glowed with anger People around him held him from moving any longer When the murderer left People came together and wept Some came ahead and buried the dead Everyone retreated to save their own head Storm and rain embrace the night The child awake remembering the dreadful sight He wondered why none came ahead to stop The terrible crime committed in daylight The sheriff’s came but everyone kept quiet

The dictionary defines gambler as a person who is willing to take the risk in hope of a desired result. A risk-taker is a gambler. A gambler doesn't necessarily meet success every time. Loss is always expected; the undesired result. It was sometime during the month of May, summer vacations were on but Sainik school had called back its pupils for early onset of classes. The campus was empty except for the final year batch. The city of Bijapur bathed in the intense heat of blazing sun. The air near the surface of earth was so hot that it often resulted in mirages on the black velvety asphalt road. The days were hot; the nights brought relief with occasional rains and cool breeze. It was not an ordinary night. It was raining hard and fast and it made a rhythmic sound as it splashed on the window panes. Mike and Saty were in no mood to study, they were sitting near the window and discussing about the smallest route that they could take in this rain to reach Reshma’s hom

This blog is written to let you all know about the story behind the concept of “Chindi Chor". Chindi Chor is one who eats all the low budget snacks usually present in mobile stores or small Kirana shops present in the narrow streets of an underdeveloped town. These snacks usually consist of nuts (vatani) which come in various colours like red, green & yellow. I even don't know the English names of these snacks so let me put there Desi(Indian, more specifically North Karnataka) names: Papdi, Kurbaani(Habib brand), Maharaja Badaang, Chakli etc. These usually came at a price of 1 to 2 Rupees when Chindi Chor(The main protagonist of this article) first started eating them. At present their costs have risen up to 5 Rs. Did you all know why he fell in love with such products and ended up practically endorsing them and being their brand ambassador? Well, let me tell you how it began and how it became his obsession and how still he continues to eat them whenever and wherev

My words are semantic My thoughts are symmetric My actions regardless of my intentions Always tend to be heroic! My entry is dramatic My reactions are theatric My speed is progressive My movements are ballistic My costumes are thematic But my jokes are not pedantic For all kinds of pain, I am stoic Forever immune to all kinds of toxic My beliefs are Vedic I practice what is scientific For ladies I am always romantic Don’t mistake me as robotic My speeches are always a topic For discussions that are not pragmatic By people who are so eccentric Ironically they call me a fanatic My poetry is Kabbalistic Every line in it, is mystic Every word has a varied meaning Which makes me cryptic My views are holistic My ideas are futuristic I can escape out of any crisis As I know each and every tactic At times my behavior can be erratic Which makes my anger sporadic Don’t sway too close I tend to be highly magnetic The