ಬುದ್ಧಿಜೀವಿಯಾಗುವ ಮೊದಲು ಮಾನವಜೀವಿಯಗೋಣ
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Zindagi
Zindagi ne kuch ye sikaya ki,
kisiko maaf kardo,
kisise maafi manglo..
kisiko apnalo,
aur kisiko man mein hi dafnado....
kisiko maaf kardo,
kisise maafi manglo..
kisiko apnalo,
aur kisiko man mein hi dafnado....
Sunday, May 11, 2014
happy mother's day
ಇಂದು ವಿಶ್ವ ತಾಯಂದಿರ ದಿನ, ವಿಶ್ವ ಮಾತ್ರತ್ವ ದಿನ.
ಎಲ್ಲ ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಅಂತರ್ಜಾಲ ತಾಣಗಳ್ಳಲ್ಲಿ happy mother's day ಅಂತ ತಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು ತೋರಿಸುವ ದಿನ.
ತಾಯಿಯ ಬಗೆಗಿನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಉತ್ತಮ. ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಅಲ್ಲ ಅದು ಅವಶ್ಯವೂ ಕೂಡ.
ಆದರೆ,
ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಹೇಗೆ ಒಂದು ಗರ್ಬದಿಂದ ಜನಿಸುತ್ತಾನೋ, ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಒಂದು ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ ಯಿಂದಲೂ ಜನ್ಮ ತಾಳುತ್ತಾನೆ.
ಹೇಗೆ ಒಬ್ಬಳು ತಾಯಿ ತನ್ನ ಮಗುವನ್ನು ರಕ್ಷಿಸಿ, ನ್ಯಾಯ ನೀತಿ ಗಳ್ಳನ್ನು ಬೊದಿಸಿ ಮಾನವನನ್ನಗಿಸುತ್ತಳೋ, ಅಂತೆಯೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ ನಮಗೆ ದಾರಿದೀಪದಂತ್ತಿದ್ದು, ಸಮಾಜದಲ್ಲಿ ನಮಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಯೋಗ್ಯತನುಸಾರ ಸ್ಥಾನಮಾನಗಳ್ಳನ್ನು ಕೊಟ್ಟು ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ರಕ್ಷಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಜೀವನದ ಕೊನೆ ಉಸಿರಿರುವ ವರಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಇಹಪರದ ಏಳಿಗೆಗಾಗಿ ಉತ್ತಮ ಪರಿಸರವನ್ನು ನಿರ್ಮಿಸಿ ಕೊಡುತ್ತದೆ. ನಮಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಪರಿಚಯವನ್ನುಕೊಡಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಅಂತಹ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯ ಬಗೆಗಿನ ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಗೌರವ ಹಾಗು ಆದರ ಅವಶ್ಯವಲ್ಲವೇ?
ಅಂತೆಯೇ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಸಾಕಿ ಸಲಹುವ ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರಕೃತಿ ಮಾತೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೆತ್ತ ತಾಯಿಯಷ್ಟೇ ಮುಕ್ಯವಲ್ಲವೇ?
ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ ಹಾಗು ಪ್ರಕೃತಿ ಮಾತೆಯನ್ನು ಯಾವಾಗ ನಾವು ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ಆರದಿಸುತ್ತೆವೋ, ಅದೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೆತ್ತ ತಾಯಿಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ನಿಜವಾದ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಕಾಣಿಕೆ.
ಅಂತೆಯೇ, ಹೇ ಭಾರತಾಂಬೆ, ನಿನ್ನ ರಕ್ಷೆ ಹಾಗು ಉತ್ಕರ್ಷ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೊಣೆಯಾಗಿರಲಿ.
ಹೇ ಪ್ರಕೃತಿ ಮಾತೆ, ನಿನ್ನ ರಕ್ಷಣೆಯು ನಮ್ಮ ಗುರಿಯಾಗಿರಲಿ.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
who packs your parachute???
Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience!
One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, ' You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down! 'How in the world did you know that?' asked Plumb. 'I packed your parachute,' the man replied. Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, 'I guess it worked!' Plumb assured him, 'It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today.'
Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, 'I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.'
Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.
Now, Plumb asks his audience, 'Who's packing your parachute?' Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory - he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.
Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason. As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognise people who pack your parachutes.
~Author Unknown
One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, ' You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down! 'How in the world did you know that?' asked Plumb. 'I packed your parachute,' the man replied. Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, 'I guess it worked!' Plumb assured him, 'It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today.'
Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, 'I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.'
Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.
Now, Plumb asks his audience, 'Who's packing your parachute?' Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory - he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.
Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason. As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognise people who pack your parachutes.
~Author Unknown
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
The Six Enemies of Greatness (and Happiness)
Source: Jassica Hagy, Article Published in forbes with the same title,
The Six
Enemies of Greatness (and Happiness)
These six factors can erode the grandest of plans and the noblest of intentions. They can turn visionaries into paper-pushers and wide-eyed dreamers into shivering, weeping balls of regret. Beware!
These six factors can erode the grandest of plans and the noblest of intentions. They can turn visionaries into paper-pushers and wide-eyed dreamers into shivering, weeping balls of regret. Beware!
1) Availability
We often settle for what’s
available, and what’s available isn’t always great. “Because it was there,” is
an okay reason to climb a mountain, but not a very good reason to take a job or
a free sample at the supermarket
2) Ignorance
If we don’t know how to make
something great, we simply won’t. If we don’t know that greatness is possible,
we won’t bother attempting it. All too often, we literally do not know any
better than good enough.
3) Committees
Nothing destroys a good idea
faster than a mandatory consensus. The lowest common denominator is never a
high standard.
4) Comfort
Why pursue greatness when
you’ve already got 324 channels and a recliner? Pass the dip and forget about
your grand designs.
5) Momentum
If you’ve been doing what
you’re doing for years and it’s not-so-great, you are in a rut. Many people
refer to these ruts as careers.
6)
Passivity
There’s
a difference between being agreeable and agreeing to everything. Trust the
little internal voice that tells you, “this is a bad idea.”
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
O Re Manwa Tu To Bawra Hai
Tu Hi Jaane Tu Kya Sochta Hai
Tu Hi Jaane Tu Kya Sochta Hai
Baware
Kyun Dikhaye Sapne Tu Sote Jaagte
Jo Barsein Sapne Boond Boond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Jo Barsein Sapne Boond Boond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Kaise Main Chaloon
Dekh Na Sakoon
Anjaane Raaste
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Sun Rahi Hoon Sudhbudh Kho Ke
Koi Main Kahani
Puri Kahani Hai Kya Kisi Hai Pata
Main To Kisiki Ho Ke Yeh Bhi Na Jaani
Ruth Hai Yeh Do Pal Ki Ya Rahegi Sada
Kise Hai Pata
Kise Hai Pata
Jo Barsein Sapne Boond Boond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Jo Barsein Sapne Boond Boond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Kaise Main Chaloon
Dekh Na Sakoon
Anjaane Raaste
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
(Source: Lyricmasti.com)
Tu Hi Jaane Tu Kya Sochta Hai
Tu Hi Jaane Tu Kya Sochta Hai
Baware
Kyun Dikhaye Sapne Tu Sote Jaagte
Jo Barsein Sapne Boond Boond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Jo Barsein Sapne Boond Boond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Kaise Main Chaloon
Dekh Na Sakoon
Anjaane Raaste
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Sun Rahi Hoon Sudhbudh Kho Ke
Koi Main Kahani
Puri Kahani Hai Kya Kisi Hai Pata
Main To Kisiki Ho Ke Yeh Bhi Na Jaani
Ruth Hai Yeh Do Pal Ki Ya Rahegi Sada
Kise Hai Pata
Kise Hai Pata
Jo Barsein Sapne Boond Boond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Jo Barsein Sapne Boond Boond
Nainon Ko Moond Moond
Kaise Main Chaloon
Dekh Na Sakoon
Anjaane Raaste
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara Iktara
Goonja Sa Hai Koi Ektara
(Source: Lyricmasti.com)
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
The day Sir MV blackmailed DVG !
The real greatness of a city is measured not only by its monuments, institutions and infrastructure, but also by the greatness of the people who have been nurtured on its soil, and who, in turn, have contributed to its growth and identity.
D.V. Gundappa, born in 1889, was a matriculate who started working as a journalist at the age of 16. Two years later, he was publishing his own newspaper. He went on to become a titan of Kannada literature, writing on subjects that covered philosophy and literature, sociology and history.
Those of us who consider citizens' initiatives a modern day phenomenon, should know that DVG was a passionate activist, ever ready to give his time for a worthy cause. He was the moving spirit behind the Popular Education League and the Social Service League. In 1945, he set up the Gokhale Institute of Public Affairs, a forum intended to awaken national consciousness among people. He was also the Founder-Editor of the Institute's journal, Public Affairs.
It so happened that one of DVG's closest friends was the famous engineer-statesman, Sir M. Visvesvaraya (Dewan of Mysore between 1912-1918). They met often and, over filter coffee and vadais, would have long, intense discussions. Most of their conversations covered matters relating to the state and its development—subjects close to both their hearts.
Sir MV sensed that although DVG contributed generously of himself to the community, on a personal level, his friend lived in near-penury. Wanting to help, Sir MV pointed out that their discussions were invaluable to him in the discharge of his professional duties as Dewan. He would, therefore, like to make DVG's contribution official by appointing him Consultant to the Kingdom of Mysore.
DVG refused to consider the idea. "My vritti dharma (vocation) is writing and journalism. I cannot take money for conversations with a friend", he said. Unable to persuade him otherwise, Sir MV agreed to go along with DVG's decision—on condition that they discussed only personal matters henceforth. A sort of blackmail, so to speak!
For a man of DVG's wide-ranging interests, this was as hard a punishment as could be imposed. And as Sir MV expected, DVG capitulated after a few meetings and reluctantly agreed to be a Consultant. The Mysore Treasury issued him generous cheques at regular intervals. Sir MV felt pleased that his friend was enjoying a few justly earned rewards.
Time passed. DVG died in 1975, about fifty years after the incident which we have just recounted. Amongst his few possessions was a steel trunk. When family members opened it, they were shocked to see a stack of cheques of the face value of Rs 1200, Rs 900, Rs 1400… amounts that would have added up to the equivalent of several lakhs in 1975.
All the cheques were issued by the Mysore Treasury, paid to DVG for his services as Consultant. Not a single cheque had been cashed. Despite the fact that they came at periods when he had suffered dire monetary difficulties.
Sometimes the greatness of a man can be measured not so much by what he does, as by what he doesn't do.
Source: From facebook shared post.
D.V. Gundappa, born in 1889, was a matriculate who started working as a journalist at the age of 16. Two years later, he was publishing his own newspaper. He went on to become a titan of Kannada literature, writing on subjects that covered philosophy and literature, sociology and history.
Those of us who consider citizens' initiatives a modern day phenomenon, should know that DVG was a passionate activist, ever ready to give his time for a worthy cause. He was the moving spirit behind the Popular Education League and the Social Service League. In 1945, he set up the Gokhale Institute of Public Affairs, a forum intended to awaken national consciousness among people. He was also the Founder-Editor of the Institute's journal, Public Affairs.
It so happened that one of DVG's closest friends was the famous engineer-statesman, Sir M. Visvesvaraya (Dewan of Mysore between 1912-1918). They met often and, over filter coffee and vadais, would have long, intense discussions. Most of their conversations covered matters relating to the state and its development—subjects close to both their hearts.
Sir MV sensed that although DVG contributed generously of himself to the community, on a personal level, his friend lived in near-penury. Wanting to help, Sir MV pointed out that their discussions were invaluable to him in the discharge of his professional duties as Dewan. He would, therefore, like to make DVG's contribution official by appointing him Consultant to the Kingdom of Mysore.
DVG refused to consider the idea. "My vritti dharma (vocation) is writing and journalism. I cannot take money for conversations with a friend", he said. Unable to persuade him otherwise, Sir MV agreed to go along with DVG's decision—on condition that they discussed only personal matters henceforth. A sort of blackmail, so to speak!
For a man of DVG's wide-ranging interests, this was as hard a punishment as could be imposed. And as Sir MV expected, DVG capitulated after a few meetings and reluctantly agreed to be a Consultant. The Mysore Treasury issued him generous cheques at regular intervals. Sir MV felt pleased that his friend was enjoying a few justly earned rewards.
Time passed. DVG died in 1975, about fifty years after the incident which we have just recounted. Amongst his few possessions was a steel trunk. When family members opened it, they were shocked to see a stack of cheques of the face value of Rs 1200, Rs 900, Rs 1400… amounts that would have added up to the equivalent of several lakhs in 1975.
All the cheques were issued by the Mysore Treasury, paid to DVG for his services as Consultant. Not a single cheque had been cashed. Despite the fact that they came at periods when he had suffered dire monetary difficulties.
Sometimes the greatness of a man can be measured not so much by what he does, as by what he doesn't do.
Source: From facebook shared post.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
happiness
Apne gham
ki numaish na kar,
Apne
nasiib ki azmaish na kar,
Jo
tera hai tere paas khud ayega, har roz use paane ki khwaish na kar,
Taqdir
badal jayegi apne aapm hi ae dost,
Muskurana
seek le, wajah ki talaash na kar.
- Guru Granth Sahib
At
times, it is important to step back, forget and attain a peaceful state of
mind. Just like a disturbed lake cannot show what is there in its depths, a
disturbed mind cannot reveal the latent potential within us. Life is all about making the world a
better place to live. In the process, it would not make sense to spoil the self
life with grief and suffering. Don’t
built a magnificent tomb, Built a peaceful palace. Enjoy the present as it is.
ಜೀವ ಜಡರೂಪ ಪ್ರಪಂಚವನದಾವುದೋ
ಆವರಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಮೊಳನೆರೆದುಮಿಹುದಂತೆ
ಭಾವಕೊಳಪಡದಂತೆ ಅಳತೆಗಳವಡದಂತೆ
ಆ ವಿಶೇಷಕೆ ಮಣಿಯೋ - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Silence
It takes a year to learn to talk....
But it takes a life time to learn and understand Silence.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Maine ab hai jeena seekh liya
Der lagi lekin
Maine ab hai jeena seekh liya
Jaise bhi ho'n din
Maine ab hai jeena seekh liya
Ab maine....
Yeh jaana hai, khushi hai kya, gham kya..
Dono hi, do pal ki hai ruttein
Na yeh thehre na ruke
Zindagi do rangon se bane
Ab roothe, ab maane
Yehi toh hai, yehi toh hai, yahaan
Der lagi lekin
Maine ab hai jeena seekh liya
Aansuo'n ke bin
Maine ab hai jeena seekh liya
Ab maine...
Yeh jaana hai kise kahoon apna
Hai koi, jo yeh mujh se keh gaya
Yeh kahaan tu reh gaya
Zindagi toh hai jaise kaarvan
Tu hai tanha kab yahaan
Sabhi toh hai, sabhi toh hai yahaan
Koi sunaaye joh hasti muskurati kahani
Kehta hai dil, main bhi sunu
Aansu bhi moti ho jo kisi ke nishani
Kehta hai dil, main bhi chunu
Baahein dil ki ho baahon mein chalta
Chalun yunhi raahon mein
Bus yunhi, ab yahaan, kab wahaan
Der lagi lekin
Maine ab hai jeena seekh liya
Aansuon ke bin
Maine ab hai jeena seekh liya
Hai koi, jo yeh mujhse keh gaya
Yeh kahaan tu reh gaya
Zindagi, toh hai jaise kaarvan
Tu hai tanha kab yahaan
Sabhi toh hai, sabhi toh hai yahaan
(sabhi toh hai, sabhi toh hai yahaan)
Source: google, Zindagi na milegi dubara...
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