A Haiku of Life

A dead Chrysenthemum
and yet- isn't there still something
remaining in it.
This is a Haiku by Takahama Kyoshi.Is there not something remaining of it,the chrysenthemum that spread its beautiful colour on every side has nothing remained of it? The chrysenthemum that spread its beautiful and sensible scent for the joyous- has really nothing remained of it? The chrysenthemum as it opens its petals and sings the melody of love that once ran around the summer of times known un- known, is no song echoing the strech of time and space.The chrysenthemum, is it really dead , and if dead it is -is nothing remaining of it and has the sand of time taken the toll?

How much important do we make ourselves.Uselessly important. In the universe we may not be spotted even but we attach so much importance to ourselves.One small painful nail can make us toss our head , but we still do make ourselves important.One simple head ache may wipe off our total wealth, but still we hold on to be important.We talk of relationships, we talk of love, hate but we in reality talk of our convenience only. The way it makes our life convenient we accept it only that way. I am happy it is great, if some one is in pain he should understand that all cant be happy.

Shaikh Sadi said "Ah! lift the cup what boots it to return, unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday, why fret for them if today be sweet".

We understand Shaikh Sadi's language, we understand what Basho writes, we manage to excellence, we rule biggest organisations but we are slaves of this self which we never come across in all our life. We go right and we go left but never go along with ourselves.

We wear this cloak of hypocrisy , Love people because we can not tell them that we do not, hate people because they do not tow our line. If we do not stand by ourselves in this life then tell me how , where and when? You can not make people happy by treating them as dumb driven cattle.You can not love people if you prioritise your mood. You are not truthful if you are a cause of pain to others. And if you are not truthful you are no where near the God.

When silence outstreches itself, it becomes intollerable.Silence becomes deafning. I have seen it streching to miles together. And a moment comes when you look for a dialogue but are not able to put in even a single word because you are afraid of the sound that it will make. It has been pin drop silence and thus no one would dare to drop a pin even. Sometimes it is difficult to stand up and acknowledge the acheivements of ones own mind. Mind does not seek a permission. It roams around, risks everything and takes you to what you never dreamt of. we reach a destination ,a point of time and space where we get lost because we had never thought it to be so.So dont let any one be silent. Be peaceful, be witness and be a part of it.

HOW ARE YOU...............

When you receive an SMS stating "How are you. Take care". You feel like saying I am fine and taking care.How does one meditate, one thinks of something continuously without a break, and when a break takes place you go back to your processes and return when you are steady again.A devout religious man told Majnoo why did you cross me , did you not see that I was offering prayers? Majnoo said I was seeing Laila and thus could not see anything else, not even you offering prayers, but tell me if you were with God while offering prayers how could you see me passing by?Fear takes you apart, you can not be fearful and in love at the same time.Whenever fear crops in love does not stay.You do not live with the person that you are fearful of.And that is why you are not present in the message, HOW ARE YOU, TAKE CARE.Those who love know how others are , they do not put questions. Their heart speaks of what has to happen?They care , they do not ask you to take care.Some one has said, SUNA THA MUHABAT PHOOL HOTA HAI, PHIR MAINE EK DIN PHOOL BIKTE DEKHE.
There are people talking to trees, singing with flowers, dancing with rain and there are people shopping love.
MERI DEH KE DAREECHOON PAR
PANCH PEEROON NE DASTAK DI
SARA AMBAR SAJDE MAIN JUK GAYA
MERA WAJOOD EK DARGAH HO GAYA.
I have no answer for that sweet little girl who met me today morning at the Marathon Bengaluru Run and hugged me saying sir you are very handsome.What was handsome in me I really do not know?I have no answer when communications settle down at AUR KYA HAAL HAI, BAS THEEK HAI.I have no answer when for hours and hours you live together and do not live to gether at all.
Life is beautiful if you can share your cup of tea with your friends, It is more beautiful if you can share your concers with them, It is lovely if they can take you to the final destination... but if you are alone , if you have failed relationships, if you have bruises all around you and if you are in pain, weep not, cry not , it is just that God has emptied all spaces around you to make enough space for HIM to be with you. So take care, Good care of yourself.

Absence of stupidity does not mean intelligence, Joy is not absence of pain, for light darkness is not driven out. Seeking absence of pain would mean running away, therefore we seek acheivement of happiness.I know about the beautiful shades that flowers wear but Safron has an innocent fragrence. No one may sing a song with me , the birds will chirp, the cascades will dance,there will always be beautiful mornings and the nights will for ever rejoice.Who speaks what and who lives what, there will be no judges and there will also be no one to be judged.Time will be the only destination. This destination is the only chosen goal, and run around if you can but there is nothing but this goal, the chosen goal.Dont sing the virtues of love, what love is there in the store , no more is a sermon on daffodils and no more is there a solitary reaper.The Byron no more sends a hush and no more does the west wind flow. if I do not close my eyes how can it be that I have stopped dreaming and the ones who have their eyes closed how can it be that they necessarily dream?Avoiding death does not mean living and dragging on does not mean we are alive.

कभी कभी ज़िन्दगी
किसी मटमैली शाम को
बिस्तर की सलवटों मैं
ठिठक कर रुक जाती है I
कभी कभी रौशनी
काँधे से सरक कर
मेरे साये को
मुझ से लम्बा कर देती है I
तब वह साया
उदार की हंसी का मुखौटा पहने
अजनबी आंखूं से दूर तक
देखता रहता है मुझे I
वह मेरी कोख मैं पलता है
मेरे कण- कण से लिपटा
हर पल अपने अधूरेपन का
अहसास दिलाता है मुझे
एक अथाह अंधकार की पनाह मैं
हर सुबह मिलता हूँ उसे
और किसी मटमैली शाम को
मेरे बिस्तर की सलवटों मैं
छिपा हुआ मिलता है वह मुझे I

KARWAR

Karwar is the administrative Head Quarter of Uttar Kanada. Situated roughly 95 Kms from Goa and 260 Kms from Mangalore this port town is connected to Delhi, Mumbai and Mangalore through Konkan Railways.One one side it has the sea and on the otherside it is guarded by Western Ghats. An unexplored destination Karwar is a beautiful port town with a very small population of lovely people.The town has a number of popular beaches like Devbagh,Kajubagh and Koodibagh. There is a Dargah of Peer shan shamasdin kharoobat and Naganatha Temple.Karwar was an ancient site for sea trade for Arab, Portugese and later the British.Karwar in earier times was a source of cardamom ,pepper and muslin.Kali river(Kalinadi)which takes birth in western ghatsflow through Karwar.Konkani,Kanada,Marathi and english are major languages spoken.A Naval base has come up at Karwar which is a part of project sea bird.An ideal place to to relax Karwar is a beautiful tourist destination for a nature lover.An evening at the virgin beaches of Karwar is a rememberence of a life time.

YAKSHA GANA
Yakshagana is a dance form popular in coastal regions of Karnataka. The dance form is believed to have evolved from ancient pre classical music period and theatre. Yaksha gana means the song of Yakshas. They were an exotic tribe mentioned in the Sanskrit literature of ancient India. This dance dialogue form is popular in Uttar Kanada, Udupi, Kasargod,Shimoga and is compared to western opera.An interesting fact of Yakshagana is its use in puppetery.YakshaGana is composed of two main parts:
Himmela the Background music group and Mummela the dance dialogue group. Together they are known as Yakshagana Prasanga. The performance usually consists of the rendering of a story from a Hindu epic or purana. There is a narrator known as Bhagawatha who narrates on the basis of precomposed dialogues set to music. It can be classified in to Classical, Folk or even Rural Dance form. A beautiful dance form rich in costumes highly traditional and full of touching performance by the dancers/ actors is traced back to eleventh century AD. An amazing blend of Sanskrit dance drama Yakshagana is played at twilight hours. The colourful masks worn by the performers is a visual delight.
Most of the dance troupes remained associated with the temples, therefore many Training facilities could not be developed. There are even today very few training institutes in the coastal belt of Karnataka. Government is doing a lot for revival of this dance form and there is a lot of activity in the area of training and research at Bengaluru.