Saturday, December 22, 2007

Malwun tak deep

One of my most favorite bhaavageethes. This is one of those gems created by Lata Mangeshkar (voice), Hridaynath Mangeshkar (composition) and Suresh Bhat (lyrics) at their very best. Was humming this song all day, searched for an online link, and I just HAD to share it with everybody who visits my blog. :)

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Here are the lyrics:

मालवून टाक दीप, चेतवून अंग अंग
राजसा किती दिसात, लाभला निवांत संग

त्या तिथे फुलाफुलात, पेंगते अजून रात
हाय तू करु नकोस, एवढयात स्वप्न भंग

गार गार या हवेत घेऊनी मला कवेत
मोकळे करुन टाक एकवार अंतरंग

दूर दूर तारकांत, बैसली पहाट न्हात
सावकाश घे टिपून एक एक रुपरंग

ते तुला कसे कळेल, कोण एकटे जळेल
सांग का कधी खरेच, एकटा जळे पतंग

काय हा तुझाच श्वास, दरवळे इथे सुवास
बोल रे हळू उठेल, चांदण्यावरी तरंग

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Albert Pinto Ko Gussa Kyon Aata Hai

Well, forget about Albert for now, though it is an awesome movie. My gripes are more important now because this is my blog and not Albert's! About a month ago, Zee TV launched Zee Sports here in the US and, since I am a DISH Network customer, gave me a free preview of the channel for a week. India-Australia series was just about to begin and the timing was perfect. I got to watch the first two ODIs on TV for free. Or, did I?

Being a very 'organized' person that I am with all things cricket, I had already bought the 'specially priced' package on Willow.tv a week before, like I always do. Trying to be a smart a$$ this time, I even bought a 'package deal' that covered both the Ind-Aus and Ind-Pak series at a decent discount. I was pretty pleased with my planning. Only for Zee TV to drop the bomb on me a week later! Very nice!

Anyways, I watched the first two ODIs on big screen, and was very impressed, because till now I used to watch cricket on my laptop which was like eating bisibele bhat with one finger: You have it, you are eating it, but you are not fully enjoying it. OK, bad analogy, but that is how I felt. So, to see cricket again on TV was awesome news and was good enough to make me subscribe to the channel at $20 a month. This, after paying much more to Willow.tv. But I don't regret it a bit because a dear friend of mine who is equally passionate about the sport is trying to make use of it. So, money well spent, and I am happy! :)

And that leads me to the list of things that have been pissing me off over the past few days. I needed to let it out of my system, so here I go:

1. Once the free preview period is over, if anybody is watching the channel, it is only those who have subscribed to the channel, correct? You would think this is very straightforward. But not the head-honchos at Zee TV! At every break, which is almost as frequent as Dhoni adjusting the Velcro on his batting gloves, they have to pop up this really loud message urging you to "Subscribe to Zee Sports!" You might say "No big deal" but put that with what else happens on this channel: Celebrities like Preeti Jhangiani, Deepika Padukone, and Yana Gupta popping up every 5 minutes to enlighten us by saying "You are watching Zee Sports. Thanks for watching!" Oh yeah? Thank you!

By the way, the only batsman that comes in and goes back between two of these breaks is Virendar Sehwag.

2. The more I watch cricket, the more generous I tend to become with my money it seems! I am thinking of opening a fund in the name of Arun Lal and calling it "Go Home Mere Lal" and do something similar for Aamir Sohail. The fund will pay a fee for these two commentators for each game they watch sitting at home instead of holding the microphone. I mean, who hires some of these idiots!? I have a strong hunch that Arun Lal actually pays the TV channels for letting him do the commentary. So, I guess the fund will have to compensate the TV channels also for the lost revenue from these idiots. I am also thinking of making a recommendation to ICC to require all the commentators to pass TOECL (Test of English as a Commentary Language). I can ignore their limited cricket wisdom but not their bad English. And would somebody please tell Aamir Sohail that he might want to consider a career in 'Haunted Storytelling" at the Disney World? He might actually make some money there!

There was a time when it was fun, entertaining and enlightening to hear the commentary when folks like Harsha Bhogle used to hold the mic. Those days, past cricketers were 'invited' as expert commentators to add that extra touch of authenticity and experience. Now they are "imposed" on us.

By the way, watching Salman Butt, Yuvraj and Dhoni bat so beautifully last night was an experience marred only by the commentary team led by Arun Lal. I was so hoping for Arun Lal to make a mistake saying Salman Butt's name by misplacing the 's and embarrassing himself. Didn't happen. That reminded me of an incident but this is not the place to recount it. But you have to feel sorry for Salman and those that share his last name. With a last name like that, who would want to go to high school in countries like USA and become the butt of all jokes! I knew a guy who I played cricket with here in Chicago who shared his last name with Salman. And he married an American girl named Rosie. Hmmmm.

3. Kirti Azad. Why is he even allowed to wander near cricket grounds? Since when is he considered a 'Cricket Expert?' Why is he paid to sit with Padam and talk stupid and arrogant (somehow these adjectives always seem to go together!)? How many Tests has he played? 7? With a highest score of 24? Come on, we deserve better than this guy! But I must congratulate him for getting two things right so far: #1 - He said Sehwag should be dropped for the Kanpur match and #2 - He chose to join BJP when he entered politics. Now, if he just shuts up and goes home, he will have scored 3 out of 3 that he is capable of!

You don't want me to continue, do you?

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Camera proposes, the weather disposes...

Last Fall, the colors were awesome everywhere, but I was awfully busy to take the time to go out and shoot pictures. This fall, I promised myself I will not repeat the mistake even if it meant taking time off from work. I was all ready and charged up, but the weather made me pay for last year's mistake -- Fall colors were very ordinary throughout the US because of unusually warm days in October. Oh well, after a couple of trips to Starved Rock in Illinois, I got some pictures which I wouldn't call great, but a bit colorful nonetheless. Here is one.



OK, I know this one isn't colorful. Hahaha! Please click here for a few colorful ones: http://picasaweb.google.com/bedathur/Fall2007

Friday, September 21, 2007

ಯಾವಾಗಲೋ ತಲೆ ಕೆಟ್ಟಾಗ ಬರೆದದ್ದು.....

ಬರೆದು ಮರೆತದ್ದನ್ನು ನನ್ನ ಪುಟ್ಟ ತಂಗಿ ಜೋಪಾನ ಮಾಡಿಟ್ಟು ಇತ್ತೀಚೆಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಗಮನಕ್ಕೆ ತಂದದ್ದು.... ನಾನು ನಿಮಿತ್ತಮಾತ್ರನಾಗಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿಟ್ಟದ್ದು.... ತಾರುಣ್ಯದ ಅಪಕ್ವ ಗೀಚುವಿಕೆ ಅಷ್ಟೇ..... ಓದಿ(ದರೆ) ನಕ್ಕುಬಿಡಿ!


೫ ಜನವರಿ, ೧೯೯೦

ಮುಂಜಾವಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಚೇತನಗಳು ಹಾಡುತ್ತವೆ, ನಲಿಯುತ್ತವೆ, ಲವಲವಿಕೆಯೇ ತಾವಾಗಿ. ನಡುಹಗಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಭಾವರಹಿತ ಜಡತೆಯನ್ನು ಪಡೆಯುವುದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ. ಸಂಜೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಹೊಸ ಹುರುಪು, ತಣ್ಣನೆಯ ಹಾಡು.... ಬಿಳಿ ಮಂಜಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಕರಗುವುದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ.

ಈಗ ನನ್ನ ಮುಂಜಾವು ಕಳೆದಿದೆ. ನನ್ನ ಸಂಜೆಯನ್ನು ಆಲಂಗಿಸಲು ದಾಪುಗಾಲಿಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ - ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕಿಗಿಂತ ವೇಗವಾಗಿ!
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ಅವನು ಕೇಳಿದ : "ಏಕಾಂಗಿತನ ನಿನಗೆ ಬೇಸರವಿಲ್ಲವೆ?"

ಅವನು ಪ್ರಪಂಚದ ಸದ್ದುಗದ್ದಲಗಳಿಂದ ಬಂದವನು. ಪ್ರಕೃತಿಗೆ ಹೊಸಬ. 'ಏಕಾಂತ', 'ಏಕಾಂಗಿತನ' ಅವನಿಗೆ ಒಂದಾಗಿ ಕಾಣುತ್ತವೆ. ಅವನಿಗೆ ತಿಳಿದಿರಲಾರದು ನನ್ನೊಂದಿಗೆ 'ನಾನು' ಇದ್ದೇನೆಂದು.

ನಾನು 'ನನ್ನೊಂದಿಗೆ' ಏಕಾಂತದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದೇನೆ.

ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ಬಳಿ ಯಾರನ್ನೂ ಸುಳಿಯಲು ಬಿಡಲಾರೆ. ಏಕೆಂದರೆ ನನ್ನ ಬಳಿ ಬರುವ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬನೂ 'ಒಂಟಿ'ಯಾಗಿ ಬರುತ್ತಾನೆ. ನನಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತು, ನನ್ನನ್ನು ತಿಳಿದುಕೊಳ್ಳಬಲ್ಲ, ನನ್ನೊಳಗಿನ ಹಾಡನ್ನು ಕೇಳಬಲ್ಲ 'ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿ' ಅವನೊಳಗೆ ವಾಸಿಸುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ.
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೭ ಜನವರಿ, ೧೯೯೦

ಇಂದೇ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದವ ನಾನು. ನಾಳಿನ ಸತ್ಯಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಇಂದಿನ ಶೂನ್ಯ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ನಾಳೆಗೆ ದೂಡುತ್ತಿದೆ.

ಈಗ ನಾಳೆಯಾಗಿದೆ. ಸತ್ಯವನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದು ನೋಡುತ್ತೇನೆ; ಬೆಚ್ಚಗಿದೆ, ಕೆಂಪಾಗಿದೆ. ಬಹುಶಃ ಸತ್ಯದ ಕಣ್ಣೀರಿರಬೇಕು. ವಿಷಾದಪೂರಿತ ನಗು, ಒಂದು ಅಣಕ ಹಿಂದಿನಿಂದ ತೇಲಿ ಬಂತು. ಅದು ನಿನ್ನೆಯ ಶೂನ್ಯದ್ದು.

ಹೌದು. ನಿನ್ನೆಯೇ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದವನು ನಾನು.
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ಮೊದಲ ಬಾರಿಗೆ ಅವನನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದ್ದೆ. ಹೃದಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಸತ್ಯದ ಕಂದೀಲನ್ನು ಇಟ್ಟುಕೊಂಡು ಓಡಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದವ. ಓಡಾಡುತ್ತಲೇ ಇದ್ದ - ಜನರಿಗೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಹಂಚುತ್ತಾ, ಸತ್ಯದ ಕುರಿತು ಮಾತನಾಡುತ್ತಾ. ಬಹುಶಃ ಈ ಜಗತ್ತಿಗೆ ಹೊಸಬನಿದ್ದಿರಬೇಕು.

ಎರಡನೆಯ ಬಾರಿಗೆ ಅವನನ್ನು ಕಂಡಾಗಲೂ ಓಡಾಡುತ್ತಲೇ ಇದ್ದ. ಅಥವಾ ಪರದಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ. ಅವನ ಮುಖ ಕಪ್ಪಾಗಿತ್ತು, ಕತ್ತಲಗಿಂತ ತುಸು ಕಪ್ಪಾಗಿಯೇ ಇತ್ತು. ಬಹುಶಃ ಆರುತ್ತಿರುವ ತನ್ನ ಕಂದೀಲನ್ನು ಉಳಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕಂಗೆಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಂತೆ ತೋರುತ್ತಿತ್ತು.

ನಿನ್ನೆ, ತೀರಾ ನಿನ್ನೆ, ಅವನನ್ನು ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ಭೇಟಿಯಾದೆ, ಸ್ಮಶಾನದಲ್ಲಿ, ಕತ್ತಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ. ಹತ್ತಿರ ಹೋದೆ. ಬಿಳಿಯ ಬೆಳಕಿನಂತೆ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ. ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಕೇಳದ ಯಾವುದೋ ಹಾಡೊಂದು ಅವನ ತುಟಿಗಳಿಂದ ಹುಟ್ಟುತ್ತಿದ್ದಂತೆ ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳು ಅವನ ಒಳಗಿನ ಬೆಳಕನ್ನು ಬಿಂಬಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಮಾತನಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು. ಕೇಳಿದೆ: "ಗೆಳೆಯಾ, ನಿನ್ನ ವಿಚಾರವೇನು? ಅತ್ತ ಕಾಣುವ ಸುಖದ ನಗರಕ್ಕೆ ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ನಡೆಯೋಣವೆ?"

ತಂಪಾದ ಗಾಳಿಯಂತೆ ಉತ್ತರ ಬಂತು: "ಓಡಾಡುವ ಹೆಣಗಳ ನಡುವಿಗೇನು? ಇಲ್ಲ ಮಿತ್ರನೇ, ನಾನಿಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಖಿ. ಏಕೆಂದರೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಗೋರಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮಲಗಿರುವ ಚೇತನಗಳು ನನ್ನೊಟ್ಟಿಗಿವೆ. ಇಲ್ಲಿನ ಮರಗಳಿಗೆ ಕಂಬನಿಗಳಿವೆ."
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