Environment, Essay, Society

This is Our Earth

Commemorating the Earth Day, here is an essay I had written for a National-level competition, keeping in mind Robert Swan’s veracious statement – ‘The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it’. 

It has become a commonplace to say that we live in an age of comfort, advancement and ease, in a progressive enclosure. I, feel differently. It is a paradox of sorts. I agree that the scientific explosion we have encountered has unintentionally given us a divine right to transform our physical and social environment, and ourselves to forms we deem best. However, what we have deemed best is not necessarily the best, and we refuse to refute our assumptions. Continue reading

ಕನ್ನಡ, ಕವಿತೆ, Society

ಗೂಳಿ ಕೂಗು

This was a poem written by renowned actor Kamal Haasan in 2005 on ‘Jallikattu’ in Tamil. Here, I have tried to bring out the essence of the same poem in Kannada.

ಜಲ್ಲಿಕಟ್ಟೊಂದು ಪಾಪವೆಂದು ಹೇಳಿದ ಪ್ರಾಣಿಪ್ರೇಮಿಯ ಕೇಳಿ,
ಮಡಿಕಟ್ಟಿಸಿದವನ ತಾಳಲಾರದ ಹಸಿವ ನೋಡಿ,
ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ತುಂಬಿಸಿದವನ ರಟ್ಟೆ ತುಂಬಿಸಲು
ಬಿಕರಿಯಾಗಿ ನಾ ಬಂದೆ ಕೋವಯ್ ಟು ಕೇರಳ. Continue reading


Alluvium of Life

This is an essay I wrote in a competition at my college. ‘A study of literature refines our sensibilities’, the topic says.  And this essay yearns to be a part of that literature.

It is extremely difficult to define literature. Each definition falls short of what it really is. It is simply not a structure, a construction of words, sentences and paragraphs. It is a medium of aesthetic communication, where people from hundreds of years ago sit in front of us, in our homes and speak, voice their thoughts, feelings, actions, dilemmas, choices and justifications. They build their world vividly around us. That is magical. That magical experience is literature. Continue reading

ಕನ್ನಡ, ಕವಿತೆ, Kannada, Personal, Poetry

ಕಮರಿದ ಕಾಮನೆ

‘ಅವಧಿ’ ಈ-ಪತ್ರಿಕೆಗೆ ಚಿತ್ರವನ್ನಾಧರಿಸಿ ನಾ ಬರೆದ ಕವಿತೆ.

ಅಮ್ಮನ ಗುಡಿಯ ಕಲ್ಯಾಣಿಯಲ್ಲಂದು
ಕಾರ್ತಿಕ ದೀಪೋತ್ಸವದ ಚಂದು.
ಮುಂದು ಮುಂದೆಲ್ಲಾ ಭಕ್ತಜನರ ಸಮಾಗಮ,
ಇರುಳಾಂಧದಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಣತಿಯರ ಕನಿ ದನಿ. Continue reading

Personal, Poetry, Society

The Bard Sings in his Atrium

There are times when one feels guilty of being a soulful soul. But even when he feels that, he is living in his heart. And he will, always. A poem written with sensitivity towards its antonym.

I think it is written on us by Him, that we be dishevelled, pricked, pruned, pared and shrunk,
In all our endeavours and failures, we are hunted upon like stags.
All pure, brown and beautiful, and pregnable.
They said it right – Continue reading