ಅನ್ವೇಷಣ

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"ನಮ್ಮ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಡೆಯುವ ವಿಚಾರವನ್ನು ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಹೇಳಲು ಶಕ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ಮ0ದಿಗೆ ತಿಳಿಯುವುದೂ ಇಲ್ಲ.
ವಿಚಿತ್ರ ಅ0ದರೆ ಮತ್ತೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಹೇಳುವಾಗ ನಾವೇ ನಮ್ಮ ವಿಷಯವಾಗಿ ಇಲ್ಲಾ ಉತ್ಪ್ರೇಕ್ಷೆ ಮಾಡಿಕೊತ್ತೀವಿ, ಇಲ್ಲಾ ಗೌಣ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೊತ್ತೀವಿ.
ಆ ಕೇಳುವವನ ಸಹಾನುಭೂತಿ ಗಳಿಸಲಿಕ್ಕೆ, ಅವನ ಕಣ್ಣಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಾವು ಯೋಗ್ಯರು ಅನ್ನಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿಕ್ಕೆ, ಬೇಕಾದ ಹ0ಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಚಿತ್ರವನ್ನು ತಿದ್ದಿ ತಿದ್ದಿ ವಿಷಯವನ್ನು ನಿರೂಪಿಸ್ತೀವಿ.
ತೀರ ಆತ್ಮೀಯ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನ ಹತ್ತಿರ ನಮ್ಮ ದೌರ್ಬಲ್ಯವನ್ನು ಹೇಳಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬಹುದು. ಆದರೆ ಅದು ಕೂಡ ಅವನ ಅ0ತ:ಕರಣವನ್ನು ಗೆಲ್ಲುವ ಒಳ ಉದ್ದೇಶದಿ0ದ ಕೂಡಿರುತ್ತದೆ.
ಹೊರಗಿನೋರಿಗೆ ನಾವು ನಿಜ ಹೇಳಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ಅದೇನಿದ್ದರೂ ನಮಗೆ ನಾವು ಮಾತ್ರ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬಹುದು.
ಆದ್ದರಿ0ದ ಒಳಗಿನಿ0ದ ಏನಾದರೂ ಕಲಕಿದಾಗ ಒ0ದು ಪುಸ್ತಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದಿಟ್ಟು ಒತ್ತಡ ಕಳಕೊ0ಡು ಬಿಡೂದೇ ಸೂಕ್ತ.
ಡೈರಿ ಮು0ದೆ ಪ್ರಕಟವಾಗ್ತದೆ, ಮತ್ತೊಬ್ಬರ ಕೈಲಿ ಬೀಳ್ತದೆ, ಬೀಳಲಿ ಅ0ಬೋ ಆಶೆಯಿದ್ದರೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಅದು ಸುಳ್ಳಿನ ಸುರುಳಿಯಾಗ್ತದೆ".

My sister

My sister is back home..............
So what????
It's just that my room looks more shabbier....
Clothes are strewn across everywhere....
Whole home is filled with electronic gadgets:her cell phone, music system,walkman, CD player plus their wires....
Everlasting laughs....
Empty wallets....
More requisitions for money....
More phone calls...
Frequent fights for using the same vehicle....
Variety of food items(thank GOD they are edible)...
Loud volume of almost everything: from TV to music system to human voices (that includes my mother's shoutings for her too)....
So our house looks more LIVELIER.....
She is a great destresser...

Home, sweet home...

It's been xactly one month since me and my family members moved into a new house -a rented house...

Having stayed in our own house for more than 20yrs was something luxurious (luxurious because we had the freedom to hammer nails on the walls to hang my mothers' never ending handicrafts, which is not allowed in a rented house).....

All those years i stayed in that house i never really liked it because of sooo many reasons.....such as....

* Important reason- I did not have a room of my own:(((

* Because i did not have my own room I always felt that my mom would find out about some of my secrets....

* Peeping neighbours- who loved to keep a track of others' life's activities ranging from who visited whom, at what time they visited and what time they left to the colour of your dress (sometimes even the dress colour of your guests)....

* Second category neighbours- who delighted themselves (in turn trying to please the GOD) in plucking the flowers from others' garden to perform their everyday pooja at home....

*Third category- who always fell short of a glass of milk or sugar and would come to your door step asking you to lend some.....

Having mentioned these negative aspects I always thought I would never miss the house after moving into a new one. But i was proved wrong just after a week...

Now,I have all the reasons to like the new house because now....

* I have my own room:)))

* House is quite spacious...

* No peeping neighbours.....

* What more, i don't have to mop the floor everyday 'coz nobody can make out on the marble floor if its mopped or not:))))

With all these positive aspects i am actually missing my old 'home'....

May be because i didn't have a separate room then, we all shared certain things together staying in a very close proximity....

Ofcourse there a few things which are really good about the new house but still that 'was' my HOME and it 'is' my new HOUSE now.....

Working with special children

5 statements made by the kids in my special school which can make you laugh:
1. Nikhil- a new comer, a chatter box but with great sense of humor, aged 11yrs.....
The question he asked one of the teachers was- "Gubbi mundugade inda mari hakutta athava hindinidava"?
2.Fareed- as the name indicates a Muslim (the reason am saying about his religion is to stress more on his Urdu mix accent:))), age-10 yrs, always making a mountain of a molehill......replied Nikhil's question- "Hey gubbi motte iduthe kano, mari hakalla....Namma maneli 2 Hennu ide adu motte iduthe gotta".
Listening to the word HENNU we burst out laughing thinking that he misspelled hennu(lady in Kannada) but later he himself gave the meaning that it was a HEN that used to lay eggs!!!!
So he made the Kannada version of the HEN as HENNU:)))))))
3. Pavan- age 14yrs, height- not more than of a 5yr old kid, half a litre of oil poured on his head everyday which would drip from his head till he goes to hostel in the evening. The statement by him which can drives me crazy everyday is.... "Good morning akka, good afternoon akka, good evening akka"....
This drives me crazy because the statement he makes whenever i pass through his class room, be it just few minutes apart.
N more importantly he says this by either folding his hands or saluting me.
4. Irfan- again a Muslim accent, 10yrs, very short built but healthy, protruding ears, very intelligent, always getting pinched by the senior students, had "drawn a picture of a man standing in the rain and had also drawn an umbrella a little away from the man. When asked why he had done that he said 'the wind blew the umbrella away from the man'!!!!!"
5. One more Nikhil: Oiled and spooky hair, 13yrs, always confused be it his subjects or conversation.... There was confusion about his medium of instruction so when the teacher asked him about his previuos school medium he said English medium and so all the teachers taught him in English. But later (3 months) we learned that he had studied in Kannada medium!!!!!

Things like this make me laugh for days but the same kids drive me mad everyday for not less than 100 times......