Monday, July 13, 2015

Once Bitten, Twice Smitten

Yes. We often repeat mistakes in life. That's not just that our memory is short, our logic fails sometimes and we may overlook things. Overconfidence also adds to such stupidity.

I bought my Nokia C3 phone in October 2010, when I was sponsored three days trip to Goa for Tata Nano car ad photo shoot. That phone has 2G internet, and I activated the internet by sending message to a particular number, as instructed by a local mobile store guy. Those days I was also a team member of a Mangalorean web portal reporting news and writing articles. So browsing through that website was very essential for me.

My phone was topped up with Rs. 1000/- prepaid recharge for talk time. As soon as I reached goa, I got the welcome message and the roaming started. I used my phone for making and receiving calls, sms and also internet browsing.

Within a day I found that the balance is drastically coming down, and on the second day, my balance sank below the Rs.100/- mark! I called up my friend Ajay Baliga in Mangalore over phone and requested him to power recharge my phone with an extra Rs. 1000/- currency and he obliged.

After my Goa trip was complete, I checked that I had used almost Rs. 1650/- on phone calls, internet browsing and other activities. Then when I discussed this with another friend Konchady Prakash Shenoy, he said Airtel has data plan of Rs.98/- for one month which you can use for 1 GB data. I was shocked to know that I wasted so much currency when I could have done the same thing within an investment of Rs. 100/- for a month!

So I went for that data plan and lived happily for 3 years.

Then I was tempted to buy a 3G smartphone. I went for Samsung S7562 with dual SIM and someone said, it is better to go for a 3G SIM since the phone is 3G, and my Airtel SIm was 2G. I went for the second SIM by BSNL and activated their data plan which was cheaper than Airtel. I also bought a 3G USB dongle so that I can use the same SIM for browsing internet on my PC in case the landline had issues. Eventually I stopped charging the SIM with data plan, as I have WiFi at home which is sufficient for my usage.

So far so good.


Last week, I had problem with connectivity when my BSNL land phone was dead and broadband was intermittently getting disconnected. So I started using the dongle with BSNL SIM loaded in it as and when needed. Thus for 2 days I was happy. On the third day, I was outside in a hotel in the evening, and was idle for a long gap of time waiting for someone. Thought of browsing the net and switched on mobile data. Happily browsed youtube, watched song videos, browsed through my blog, facebook, whatsapp, and what not!

My friend arrived, we had snacks and coffee, I showed him Garam Tawa android app and boasted about what all I am into, and impressed him. He was fascinated, and asked me which data plan I am using. I proudly said BSNL 155/- for 22 days, 1GB data free!

Then I switched mobile data off, and suddenly the message appeared from Airtel,

"You have used 1670 MB data, cost is Rs.167/-, and your current balance is Rs.44.15".


Then I realised that my BSNL SIM was left at home in the USB dongle! 

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The Monsoon Ritual Called 'Choodi'

Choodi signifies complete womanhood and most of the GSB ladies perform this pooja. My mother being an orthodox GSB woman, used to follow that religiously every year in the monsoon month of Shravan. 

Perhaps I was the only boy in our home who used to pick those flowers and foliage for my mother on MG Road Ballalbagh by the thodu(rain water gutter), where the present Kalyan Jewellers is situated! I have fallen into that thodu at least once every year in an attempt to pick 'Maajjraa Naankut', a type of fern. The other ferns that I used to pick were useless for chooDi. I also remember that when our neighbour Vakil Venkatraya Kamath's property(Present SDM Eye Hospital) was purchased by Late KP Mukunda Prabhu and construction was going on, they had dumped heaps of bamboos in their compound and some of the rotten  bamboos facilitated growth of anwaali in abundance! My mother was extremely happy to see them!


For me getting Ratnagandhi and Karveer flowers was like a cakewalk! Both the trees were there at our neighbour Narayana Shetty's compound on the other side of the road. Their compound wall was easy to climb with moulded cement ventilators at regular intervals and then of course, 'Ajjana Kode', the big umbrella with wooden staff and arc handle came in handy to pull and lower the top branches of Ratnagandhi plant and pluck the flowers. Dibrankoru used to grow just outside our compound after they surfaced our compound fully with concrete in the late Sixties. Other flowers that grew wild in our compound were doshNi phool, shankha pushpa, chirdo and nantha phool.


I was so keen about flooding the house with flowers and leaves, my mother used to mumble and advice me not to bring such a heap, since she had plans to make limited choodis and distribute them. She also used to say they in exchange people give her the choodis they make and thus the number of choodis were well taken care of!


I have even tried my hand at compiling flowers for the choodis and the main job I used to do was passing chirdo flowers through the stem of rathnagandhi, since chirdo had brittle petals. Sometimes when it rained heavily, getting some flowers was difficult. Then mother used to add any available flower. I had to run to Car Street or Hampankatta on my bicycle, to get them for her.


Drawing rangoli on the door step(Humbraa Chalk) was fun. I used to sprinkle water on the wooden door frame step and draw rangoli designs with either Shedi(Chalk stone) or with chalk piece. That used to last a day, but half of it used to get wiped as people stepped on that while crossing the door step.


The reward we young boys got after the choodi pooja used to be a simple panchakajjaya type sweet like Phova(Pounded rice) or Lhaayi(Popped rice) mixed in coconut jaggery choorna or sweet chutney. Sometimes that used to get soaked in the unexpected rains that lashed while performing the pooja. Very few times mother had prepared some churmundo, sheera or some other sweet for choodi pooja. Sometimes she just offered Nirakkshane or some nuts and raisins along with sugar candy. I also worked as umbrella bearer for my mother as she performed pooja when it rained!


That scenario faded slowly after 1973, when my second sister in law Prabha Shenoy stepped into our home after marrying my brother Srikanth in November 1972. She took personal interest in selecting the dibrankoru and other wild foliage, while I restricted my service to getting rathnagandhi and karveer from our neighbour's compound.


By 1974 July we moved into a rented house in Shediguri and then my sister in law took full charge of arranging choodi components. I was also just out of college completing my undergraduate studies and felt rather embarrassed to continue collecting flowers for choodi! Yet, my elder brothers and friends kept teasing me and kept asking me for the next one or two years about why I was not going for choodi flowers.


I had written an article for a Mangalorean web portal some years ago. Here's the gist of that article:

Choodi Pooja - A unique Konkani tradition
Shraavan is the month when GSB Hindu women celebrate many festivals and offer many Poojas. Choodi Pooja is one of them. Legend has it, that Demon Jalandhara's wife Vrinda was very beautiful and chaste. She was also an ardent devotee of Lord Vishnu. To save the world from the grip of the demons, Lord Vishnu was awaiting an opportunity to demolish the wicked Jalandhara that would be possible only if Vrinda loses her chastity. When Jalandhara is away one day at the war front, Lord Vishnu is believed to appear before Vrinda in the form of her husband and has connection with her. Vrinda loses her chastity and as a result, Jalandhara loses his life in the battle field. Later, Vrinda realises that it was not her husband Jalandhara but Lord Vishnu who had connection with her, thereby snatching away her chastity along with her husband's life. Being devotee of Lord Vishnu, she has faith that Vishnu's act was aimed at the welfare of the world. Lord Vishnu suggests her to offer Choodi Pooja to the Tulsi plant during Shraavan month, which ascertains chastity and fortune for women. She offers the pooja before noon and thus, Choodi Pooja came into existence.
Women perform Choodi Pooja every Friday and Sunday of Shraavan Maasa(Month). A newly married woman performs her first Choodi Pooja in the presence of many elderly women, separately in her home and her parents' home.

The name Choodi resembles the Kannada word 'Soodi' or a tied bundle. The arrangement of flowers and herbs used to make choodis also resembles the ethnic Japanese flower arrangement 'Ikebana'. Choodis are believed to have cooling and healing effect on the heads of the women who wear them.
A standard Choodi requires many flowers and herbs to be collected, as mentioned here -
1. Ratnagandhi
2. Ratha Pushpa
3. Gauri Pushpa
4. Kaaylya Dolo(Crow's Eye)
5. Anwaali
6. Aarati Pushpa
7. Kangani Pushpa
8. Shanka Pushpa
9. Mithaai Pushpa
10. Cat’s Nails
11. Wild Grass(Dibrankoru)
12. Plantain yarn(Vaayu) for tying.
Making Choodis is a work of art and the formation of flowers and herbs should look balanced in colour and texture. Women personally pick the fresh flowers and herbs where they are available freely. They carefully select the ingredients and make the Choodis and arrange them in a tray.

Next, they prepare a prasadam(Offering) sweet, normally puffed rice(Aralu) with jaggery and grated coconut flavoured with a hint of cardamom. Alternately, they use Beaten Rice (Avalakki) instead of puffed rice. Sometimes, Panchakajjaaya or five ingredient sweet is prepared and offered.

The door step(Hosthilu) are decorated with chalk designs(Rangoli or Humbraa Chalk).

First, pooja is offered to Tulsi plant with a brass pedestal lamp, water drops fed to the Tulsi plant and also consumed by the one offering the pooja (Aachamana). Kaajal and Kumkum are applied to Tulsi as a symbol of womanhood, sweet is offered, followed by Soorya Namaskaara(Sun Worship).

Then Choodi is offered to Tulsi and aarati(Flame) is shown to Tulsi. Later, they offer pooja and Choodis to the Door step(Hosthilu). Finally, all the gods within home are offered similar pooja and Choodis. The remaining Choodis are offered to elderly women by the younger ones. They all wear the Choodi in their hair locks. In return, the elders also present a choodi to the younger ones. For the next four weeks or eight days, GSB women will be busy, going from house to house, offering Choodis and receiving Choodis.

There is also a custom, that the wife offers the first Choodi to her husband along with a worshiped coconut, especially when a 'Vaaina Pooja' is performed. 'Vaaina' is a clean shaven coconut with spots of Kumkum and haldi on it, believed to bring happiness and goodwill for married women.

Superstition apart, Choodi Pooja is symbolic where a woman feels complete within her married life. This pooja also gives scope for women to keep social contact with their families at least once a year.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Chaatwala With A Difference

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There was this Agarwal making chaat at Rajajinagar Bhashyam Circle Market Bangalore, in the early Eighties. I was staying with my friends Shivananda Shenoy and Narayana Kini in a rented house near the School down the road, and we were daily visitors to Agarwal's shop. Needless to say, the fat short guy with a thin black beard was friendly and he used to make chaat according to our taste, little more spicy and tangy, with a handful of extra chopped onions as garnish! He was also a good human being with a philosophical outlook.

We friends were addicted to  Campa Cola and used to drink one 200 ml cola everyday after consuming 'Masala Puri' and 'Paani Puri'. Agarwal tried to advice us not to go for synthetic stuff, though he used to sell them. He recommended us 'Nimbu Soda' or fresh lime soda or just plain soda. We wouldn't listen to him and Campa Cola was our daily poison!

One day, after repeated brainwash by Agarwal, I tried his 'Nimbu Soda'. He squeezed half a lemon into the glass, added a spoonful of sugar syrup and a pinch of salt. Then he poured cold Campa soda over it while beating the drink and handed over to me. As I was about to take a sip, he stopped me and said "I will add something that will make you forget Campa Cola and go for 'Nimbu Soda' or fresh lime with soda. He took a pinch of some powder and added to the drink. The drink started to seethe like a volcano and I panicked! I was not sure if that was a palatable thing he added. Some drink got overlowed and I felt annoyed. Agarwal smiled and said "Don't hesitate. Go on sipping the drink. It is something that keeps you healthy and something that quenches your thirst naturally."

I took a sip and the flavour reminded me of Lakhan's 'Kaala Khatta' I had at Five Gardens Bombay with my friends. I asked Agarwal what was the secret ingredient, and he said it's 'Kaala Namak'. That had a slight smell of Hydrogen Sulphide but was very refreshing. I asked for one more, and Agarwal said, he will show me a magic!

He opened a Campa Soda, added a pinch of Kaala Namak and held the bottle to his lips. The soda raised without him shaking the bottle or lifting it, and within seconds he emptied all the 200ml of soda without taking the bottle off his lips! That was really amazing and I too tried to do that but failed. Soda went into my nostrils, spilled over my cheeks and I was looking pathetic! Our friends also got amused and they too tried it, and one among us, Narayana succeeded in gulping the full soda in one sip like Agarwal did!

From that day onward, we took to either Nimbu Soda or plain soda with kaala namak at Agarwal's Chaat shop.

Agarwal may have made more money selling us Campa Cola, but his attachment to us made him advice us not to go for such harmful drink and resort to the healthy refreshing Nimbu Soda with another healthy organic salt popularly known as Kaala Namak or 'Saindhava Lavana' in Ayurveda, which has medicinal properties. Indian street food vendors have more sense and humanitarian approach than those running fast food chains, I realised then.

Monday, February 2, 2015

ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷ ನಿಲ್ಲಿ!

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’ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷ ನಿಲ್ಲಿ’ ಎಂಬುದು ನಮ್ಮ ಕನ್ನಡನಾಡಿನ ದೈನಂದಿಕ ಜೀವನದ ಅವಿಭಾಜ್ಯ ಸಂದೇಶ. ಇದೊಂದು ಅಪ್ಪಣೆ, ಆಜ್ಞೆ ಅಥವಾ ಸೂಚನೆ ಅಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೂ ಅನಿರ್ವಾಹ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ, ಅವಸರದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದವರನ್ನು ಸಮಾಧಾನ ಪಡಿಸಿ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸುವ ಸಂದೇಶ ವಾಣಿಯಂತೂ ಹೌದು!

ಈ ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷದಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟು ಕ್ಷಣಗಳು, ಎಷ್ಟು ನಿಮಿಷಗಳು, ಎಷ್ಟು ಘಂಟೆಗಳು, ಎಷ್ಟು ದಿನಗಳು, ವರುಷಗಳಿವೆಯೋ ಆಯಾಯ ಸಂದರ್ಭಕ್ಕನುಸಾರವಾಗಿ ನಾವು  ಅತ್ಯಂತ ಸಹನೆ, ತಾಳ್ಮೆಗಳೊಂದಿಗೆ ಅನಾಯಾಸವಾಗಿ ಕಳೆದು ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನವನ್ನು ಸಾರ್ಥಕಗೊಳಿಸುತ್ತೇವೆ!

1990ರ ದಶಕದಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ಉದ್ಯೋಗಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದಾಗ ಒಂದು ಸೋಮವಾರ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಯೆ ನಡೆದ ಸಂಗತಿ. ನಾನು ಕ್ಯಾಶಿಯರ್ ಆಗಿ ಪಾವತಿ ಗೂಡಿನಲ್ಲಿ(ಪೇಮೆಂಟ್ ಕೌಂಟರ್) ಇದ್ದೆ. ಸ್ವೀಕೃತಿ ಗೂಡಿನಲ್ಲಿದ್ದ ನನ್ನ ಸಹೋದ್ಯೋಗಿ, ಸುಂದರ ರಾವಣನ ದಾಯಾದಿ, ತನ್ನ ಸುಖವೇ ಪರರ ಸುಖವೆಂದು ನಂಬಿಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದವ, 11:15ರ ಹೊತ್ತಿಗೆ ಹಠಾತ್ ಗೂಡಿನ ಬಾಗಿಲು ಮುಚ್ಚಿ ಹೊರ ಬಂದು ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ಪ್ರವೇಶ ದ್ವಾರವನ್ನೇ ದಿಟ್ಟಿಸುತ್ತ ನಿಂತನು! ಹನುಮಂತನ ಬಾಲದಂತೆ ಬೆಳೆದು ನಿಂತಿದ್ದ ಕ್ಯಾಶ್ ತುಂಬಿಸಲು ಬಂದ ಜನರ ಸಾಲು ಬೆಚ್ಚಿ ಬಿದ್ದು ಸನ್ನೆ ಮೂಲಕ ’ಕ್ಯಾಶ್ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ತಕ್ಕೊಳ್ಳಿ ಮ್ಹಾರಾಯರೇ’ ಎಂದು ಅವನಿಗೆ ಹೇಳಲು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಿಸಿತು. ಅವನು ವಾರೆ ದೃಷ್ಟಿಯಿಂದಲೂ ಅತ್ತ ನೋಡದೇ ನಿರ್ಲಿಪ್ತನಾಗಿ ಹೇಳಿದನು,

"ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷ ನಿಲ್ಲಿ!"

ಆ ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಐದು, ಹತ್ತು, ಹದಿನೈದು ನಿಮಿಷ ಕಳೆದರೂ ಅವನು ಅಲ್ಲೇ ನಿಂತಿದ್ದ ಮತ್ತು ಜನರ ಸಾಲು ಇನ್ನೂ ಉದ್ದ ಬೆಳೆದು ಅದಾಗಲೇ 25-30 ಜನ ಸರತಿ ಸಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಆಕಳಿಸುತ್ತಾ, ಹಣದ ಚೀಲವನ್ನು ಯಾರಾದರೂ ಲಪಟಾಯಿಸಿಯಾರೇ ಎಂಬ ಭಯದಿಂದ ಕುಂಕುಳಲ್ಲಿ ಇನ್ನೂ ಭದ್ರವಾಗಿ ಅದುಮಿ ಹಿಡಿದು ಬೆರಗಾಗಿ ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ!

ಒಬ್ಬ ಧೈರ್ಯದಿಂದ ಮುಂದೆ ಬಂದು ಕೇಳಿದ "ಎಂಥ ಅವಸ್ಥೆ ಮ್ಹಾರ್ರೆ! ನಿಮ್ಮ ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷ ಎಂದು 15 ನಿಮಿಷ ಆಯ್ತು. ಬಾಗಿಲು ಎಂಥದು ನೋಡುದು ನೀವು? ಬೀಜಾಗ್ರಿ ಸರಿ ಮಾಡಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಉಂಟೋ?"

ಕ್ಯಾಶಿಯರ್ ಮಹಾಶಯ: "ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ನಿಲ್ಲಿ. ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷ ನಿಲ್ಲಿ. ಕಾಪಿ ಬರ್ತದೆ!"

ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಕೇಳಿದವ ತುಸು ಉಲ್ಲಾಸದಿಂದ ಅಗಲವಾಗಿ ನಕ್ಕು ಸರತಿಯ ಸಾಲಿಗೆ ಮರಳಿದ. ಹೀಗೆ ಬಂದವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲಾ ಉಚಿತ ಕಾಫಿ ಸೇವೆ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭಿಸಿದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಆನಂದ ತುಂದಿಲನಾದಂತೆ ತೋರಿದವ, ಹಿಂದೆ ಮುಂದೆ ನಿಂತವರ ಕಿವಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಏನೋ ಹೇಳಿ ಮುಗುಳ್ನಕ್ಕ. ಅವರೂ ಮುಖ ತುಂಬಾ ಹರುಷದ ಚಿಹ್ನೆ ತೋರಿಸಿ ಕ್ಯಾಶಿಯರ್ ಮಹಾಶಯನತ್ತ ನೋಡಿ "ಆಗಲಿ ಆಗಲಿ....ಒಂದಲ್ಲ ಹತ್ತು ನಿಮಿಷ ಹೋಗಲಿ...ಬಂದವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲಾ ಕಾಫಿ ಕುಡಿಸುವ ನಿಮ್ಮಂತಹವರು ದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ನೂರರಂತೆ  ಹುಟ್ಟಲಿ!" ಎಂದು ಹರಸಿದರು!

ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ 20 ನಿಮಿಷ ನಂತರ ಗಣೇಶ್ ಪ್ರಸಾದ್ ಹೋಟಲ್ ಹುಡುಗ ಒಂದು ಟ್ರೇ‍ನಲ್ಲಿ ತಿಂಡಿ ಪೊಟ್ಟಣಗಳು ಹಾಗೂ ಫ್ಲಾಸ್ಕ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಫಿ, ಚಹಾ ಹೊತ್ತುಕೊಂಡು ಬಂದು ಕೌಂಟರ್ ಹಿಂಭಾಗ ಇದ್ದ ಮೇಜೊಂದರ ಮೇಲೆ ಕುಕ್ಕಿದನು. ನಮ್ಮ ಕ್ಯಾಶಿಯರ್ ಮಹಾಶಯ ಮತ್ತು ಇನ್ನಿತರ 10-12 ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ಸಿಬ್ಬಂದಿ ಕಾಗೆಗಳಂತೆ ಬುರ್ರನೆ ಹಾರಿ ಅವನ ಮೇಲೆ ಮುಗಿಬಿದ್ದರು!

ಕ್ಯಾಶಯರ್ ಮಹಾಶಯ ಮುಂದಿನ 10 ನಿಮಿಷಗಳು ಗೋಳಿಬಜೆ ಅಗಿದು ಕಾಫಿ ಸೇವಿಸುವ ಸುಖದಲ್ಲಿ ಕಳೆದು, ನಂತರ ಚೊಕ್ಕವಾಗಿ ಸಾಬೂನು ಹಾಕಿ ಕೈ ಮುಖ ತೊಳೆದು, ತಲೆಕೂದಲು ಬಾಚಿ, ಒಂದು ಬೀಡಿ ಸೇದಿ ಕ್ಯಾಶ್ ಕೌಂಟರ್‍ಗೆ ಮರಳುವಾಗಲೇ ಸಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತಿದ್ದ ಹತಾಶ ವ್ಯಕ್ಟಿಗಳಿಗೆ ತಿಳಿದ ಎರಡು ಮುಖ್ಯ ವಿಚಾರಗಳು:

1. ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ 35-40 ನಿಮಿಷಗಳಿವೆ.
2.  "ಸ್ಕಲ್ಪ ನಿಲ್ಲಿ, ಕಾಪಿ ಬರುತ್ತದೆ" ಎಂಬುದು, ’ಕಾಫಿ ಬರುತ್ತದೆ ತನಗೆ, ಕಾದು ನಿಲ್ಲುವ ಕೆಲಸ ನಿನಗೆ’ ಎಂದರ್ಥ! 

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

ಹೀಗೊಂದು ಕೇಸರಿಭಾತ್ ಪ್ರಸಂಗ!

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ಎಂದೆಂದಿಗೂ ಮರೆಯಲಾಗದ ದಿನವದು!

1979 ಜನವರಿ 9ನೇ ತಾರೀಕು. ಹೊಸದಾಗಿ ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ನೌಕರಿ ಸೇರಲು ಪ್ರಥಮ ಬಾರಿಗೆ ಮೈಸೂರಿನಿಂದ ಚಾಮರಾಜನಗರಕ್ಕೆ ಪ್ಯಾಸೆಂಜರ್ ರೈಲುಬಂಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಸಿದ ನಾನು, 9:30ಕ್ಕೆ ಚಾಮರಾಜನಗರ ರೈಲು ನಿಲ್ದಾಣ ತಲುಪಿದೆ. ಅದಾಗಲೇ 3-4 ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ನೌಕರರ ಪರಿಚಯವಾಗಿತ್ತು ಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಸುವಾಗ. ಸಂಪತ್ ಕೃಷ್ಣ ಮತ್ತು ಬಂಡೇರಾಯ ನನ್ನ ಜೊತೆ ಅಂಟಿಕೊಂಡು ರೈಲ್ವೇ ಸ್ಟೇಶನ್ ನಿಂದ ಬಜಾರ್ ಬೀದಿ ವರೆಗೆ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಮುನ್ನಡೆಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಬಂದರು.

"ಟಿಫನ್ ಮಾಡೋಣಾ ಶೆಣೈಯವರೇ?" ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಆನಂದ್ ಬಳಿ ತಲಪಿದಾಗ ಸಂಪತ್ ಕೃಷ್ಣ ಕೇಳಿದರು. ಹಸಿವೆಯಿಂದ ಕಂಗಾಲಾಗಿದ್ದ ನಾನು ಕೂಡಲೆ ಒಪ್ಪಿದೆ ಹಾಗೂ ನಾವು ಮೂವರು ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಒಳಗಡೆ ನಡೆದೆವು.

ಸೆಗಣಿ, ಸುಣ್ಣ ಬಳಿದ ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಗೋಡೆಗಳು, ಗ್ಲಾಸ್ ಹಂಚಿನೆಡೆಯಿಂದ ತೂರಿ ಬಂದ ಸೂರ್ಯನ ಕಿರಣಗಳು, ಹರಕು ಮುರುಕು ಮರದ ಬೆಂಚು ಟೇಬಲ್ ಗಳು, ಅಲ್ಯುಮೀನಿಯಂ ನೀರಿನ ಮಡಕೆ, ಶಿಲೆ ಕಲ್ಲಿನ ನೆಲ....ಅಲ್ಲದೇಪೀಸಾದ ವಾಲುವ ಗೋಪುರವನ್ನು ಹೋಲುವ, 20 ವರ್ಷ ಮಿಕ್ಕಿದ ಎಣ್ಣೆ ಪಸೆ ಹಿಡಿದ ಗಾಜಿನ ಬಾಗಿಲುಗಳು ಹಾಗೂ ಕಿಲುಬು ತಾಗಿದ ಹ್ಯಾಂಡಲ್ ಬೀಜಾಗ್ರಿ ಇದ್ದತೈಲ ಜನಿತ ತಿಂಡಿಶೇಖರಿಸುವ ಕಪಾಟು ಇವಿಷ್ಟು ನನಗೆ ಮೊದಲ ದೃಷ್ಟಿ ಬೀರುವಾಗ ಗೋಚರಕ್ಕೆ ಬಂದ, ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಆನಂದ್ ಮೇಲ್ಮೈ ಲಕ್ಷಣಗಳು!

ಬಿಳಿ ಧೋತಿ ಉಟ್ಟು ಬಿಳಿ ಶರ್ಟ್ ಹಾಕಿ, ಕೆಂಪು ಪಟ್ಟೆಯ ಬಿಳಿ ಖದ್ದರ್ ಅಂಗವಸ್ತ್ರವನ್ನು ಹೆಗಲ ಮೇಲೆ ಹಾಕಿ, ಕ್ಯಾಶ್ ಕೌಂಟರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತು ಕಣ್ಣು ಸಪೂರ ಮಾಡಿ ನನ್ನನ್ನೇ ದೃಷ್ಟಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ಸುಮಾರು ಐವತ್ತೈದು ವರ್ಷ ಪ್ರಾಯದ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಯೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಪರಿಚಯ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೊಡುತ್ತಾ ಸಂಪತ್ ಕೃಷ್ಣ "ಇವರು ಶೆಣೈ ಅಂತ...ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮಂಗ್ಳೂರು ಕಡೆಯವ್ರು. ಹೊಸದಾಗಿ ಸೇರ್ತಾ ಇದಾರೆ ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ಗೆ. ಇನ್ನು ದಿವ್ಸಾ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಯೆ ನಿಮ್ ಹೋಟಲ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಇವ್ರ ಮೊಕ್ಕಾಂ! ಶೆಣೈ....ಇವ್ರು ಹೋಟಲ್ ಮಾಲಿಕ್ರು ರಾಮಕೃಷ್ಣ ರಾಯರು. ಇವ್ರು ಉಡುಪಿ ಕಡೆಯವ್ರು."

ನಾನಂದೆ "ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ. ನಾನು ಮಂಗಳೂರಿಂದ ಬಂದದ್ದು. ಇವತ್ತು ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೆ ಸೇರ್ಲಿಕ್ಕೆ".

ಆಗ ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಮಾಲಕರ ಇಬ್ಬರು ಮಗಂದಿರು ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದಲೋ ಪ್ರತ್ಯಕ್ಷರಾಗಿ ಮೂವತ್ತೆರಡು ಕಿಸಿದು ನಕ್ಕು, ಕಿರಿಯ ಮಗ ಹೇಳಿದ್ರು "ಶೆಣೈಯವರೇ, ಇದು ನಮ್ಮಣ್ಣ ಮುರಲಿ ಮತ್ತು ನಾನು ಆನಂದ್. ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆ ಮಾತು ತುಳು ಆದ್ರೂ ನಮಗೆ ತುಳು ಅಷ್ಟು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಬರಲ್ಲಾ. ಇಲ್ಲೇ ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಬೆಳೆದವರು ನೋಡಿ!"

ನಾನು ಪರವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ, ನನಗೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಬರುತ್ತೆ ಎಂದು ಅವರನ್ನು ಸಮಾಧಾನ ಪಡಿಸಿದೆ. ಮತ್ತೆ ತಿನ್ನಲು ಏನು ತಗೋತೀರಾ ಎಂದು ಕೇಳಲು.... "ಬಿಸಿ ಬಿಸಿ ಏನಾದ್ರೂ ಕೊಡಿ. ಈಗ ಜನವರಿ ಚಳಿ... ನನ್ಗೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಶೀತ ಜ್ವರ ಬೇರೆ ಉಂಟು!" ಎಂದೆ.

ಆನಂದ್- "ಬಿಸಿ ಬಿಸಿ ಕೇಸ್ರಿ ಭಾತ್ ಮತ್ತು ಇಡ್ಲಿ ಸಾಂಬಾರ್ ಕೊಡೋಣಾ. ಸೆಟ್ ದೋಸೆ ಇದೆ. ದೋಸೆ ರೆಡಿ ಮಾಡ್ಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಹೊತ್ತಾಗುತ್ತೆ!"

ಆಚೆ ಕ್ಯಾಶ್ ಕೌಂಟರ್ ನಿಂದ ಜೋರಾಗಿ ಅರಚಿದರು ರಾಮಕೃಷ್ಣ ರಾಯರು "....ಯಾರೋ ಅಲ್ಲಿ....ಕೇಸರಿ ಭಾತ್ ಗೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ತುಪ್ಪ ಹಾಕೋ!"

ಮುಸಿ ಮುಸಿ ನಗುತ್ತಾ ಸಂಪತ್ ಕೃಷ್ಣ ಹಾಗೂ ಬಂಡೇರಾಯ ಪಿಸುಗುಟ್ಟಿದರು "ತುಪ್ಪ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಬೆಣ್ಣೆ ಕಾಸಿ ಮಾಡಿದ ತುಪ್ಪ ಅಂದ್ಕೋಬೇಡಿ. ಡಾಲ್ಡಾ ಸುರೀತಾರೆ! ನೀವು ಮೊದಲ್ನೇ ಸಾರಿ ಬರೋದ್ರಿಂದ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸ್ಪೆಶಲ್ ಟ್ರೀಟ್ಮೆಂಟ್. ನಾಳೆ ಏನಾದ್ರೂ ಕೇಸರಿಭಾತ್ ತಕ್ಕೋಂಡ್ರಾ....ತಣ್ಣಗಾದ ಹೆಂಚಿನ್ ತುಂಡು ತಿಂದಂಗಾಯ್ತದೆ ಅಷ್ಟೇ!"

ಅವರು ಅಂದ ಹಾಗೇ, ಕ್ಷಾಮ ಡಾಮರಗಳಿಂದ ಪೀಡಿತ ಉತ್ತರ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದ ಪ್ರದೇಶ ಗುಳೇದಗುಡದಲ್ಲಿನ ಗದ್ದೆಯ ಒಣ ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಗಟ್ಟಿಗಳ ಮೇಲೆ, ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಬೊಂಬಾಯಿ ವಿಮಾನ ಹಾರುತ್ತಾ ಹಾದು ಹೋಗುವಾಗ ಬಿದ್ದ ನಾಲ್ಕು ಹನಿ ನೀರು ಸುರಿದಂತೆ ಕಾಣಿಸುವ, ಚಂದ್ರಲೋಕದ ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಬಣ್ಣವನ್ನು ಹೋಲುವ ಏನೋ ವಸ್ತುವನ್ನು, ಅಲ್ಯುಮೀನಿಯಂ ಪ್ಲೇಟ್ ಮೆಲೆ ಪತ್ರಾವಳಿಯ ಎಲೆಯನ್ನು ಇಟ್ಟು ಅದರ ಮೇಲೆ ಪೇರಿಸಿಟ್ಟು, ಕಪ್ಪುಗಟ್ಟಿದ ಮೊಂಡು ಅಲ್ಯುಮೀನಿಯಂ ಚಮಚವನ್ನು ನೆಟ್ಟು ತಂದಿಟ್ಟರು, ಆನಂದ್!

ನಿರಾಶೆಯ ಭಾವದಿಂದ ನನ್ನ ಮುಖವು ಗ್ರೇಟ್ ಡೇನ್ ನಾಯಿಯ ಗಲ್ಲದಂತೆ ಜೋತು ಬಿದ್ದರೂ ಕೈಕೊಟ್ಟು ನೆಟ್ಟಗೆ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಾ, ಆಗಾಗ ಸಂಪತ್ ಕೃಷ್ಣ, ಬಂಡೇರಾಯ, ಮುರಲಿ ಹಾಗೂ ಆನಂದ ಸಹಿತ ರಾಮಕೃಷ್ಣ ರಾಯರು ಮತ್ತವರ ಟೇಬಲ್ ವರೆಸುವ ಮಾಣಿಯ, ಕುದುರೆಗಿಂತ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕಿರಿದಾದ ಮೂತಿಯನ್ನು ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ, ಉಗುಳು ನುಂಗುತ್ತಾ, ಅಳು ಬಂದರೂ ತಡೆದುಕೊಂಡು, ವಿಷಾದದ ಛಾಯೆಯುಳ್ಳ ಕೃತಕ ಮುಗುಳು ನಗೆ ನಗುತ್ತಾ, ಕೇಸರಿಭಾತ್ ಎಂಬ ಹೆಸರಿನ ಅದ್ಭುತ ಲೋಹ, ಇಂಜಿನ್ ಆಯಿಲ್ ಮಿಶ್ರಿತ ಹಂಚಿನ ಕಾರಖಾನೆಯ ಮಣ್ಣನ್ನು ನೀರಿಳಿಯದ ಗಂಟಲಲ್ಲಿ ಕಡುಬು ತುರುಕಿದಂತೆ ಮೊಂಡು ಅಲ್ಯುಮೀನಿಯಂ ಚಮಚೆಯ ಸಹಾಯದಿಂದ ತುರುಕಿ, ಗುಳುಂಕರಿಸಿ ನೀರು ಕುಡಿದೆ!


Friday, December 5, 2014

VHS Cassette

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1978-1998  was the time when Video Cassettes were very popular. We used to watch many programs recorded on VHS tape by my brother in the UK and many times we used to take the cassettes to some wealthy friend's house, play them on the massive 'National' or 'Panasonic' top loading VHS recorder decks that resembled marine barges, costing at least 75000 Rupees those days! Most of the times, it was 'Top Of The Pops', a BBC TV music show.

I still remember going to Mr. Moin Bawa's house above Ladyhill Petrol Pump to watch video cassettes at least thrice with my friend Mahaveer and couple of other friends. We also had the habit of watching our fav films on buses that used to be parked at Vrinda Service Station Lalbagh,  fitted with VHS Players

Couple of times we've even borrowed VHS players or recorders from friends.

One Mr. George from Datamatics Bangalore once lent his VHS recorder but he and his wife sat with us till we watched the two cassettes continuously from 6:00pm to 10:30pm and took back the recorder to ensure safety! We also borrowed from rentals many times.

There was hardly an evening spent without watching movies on VHS, when my brother Kamalakanth finally decided and bought a Video Cassette Player(VCP) in 1981 paying a hefty price. I guess the brand name was Weston. Weston assembled and sold Hitachi CKD those days. He bought it soon after he bought a Bush CTV following the start of Bangalore Doordarshan Kendra. For about a year we watched B/W relay from Bombay and Madras DD channels and then Asiad happened in Delhi in 1982 and colour relay started.

Kamalakanth was also member at a video library(Video Palace?) in Unity Building, JC Road Bangalore. he narrated a funny incidence that happened there when he was there to borrow a cassette.

A local rustic looking guy came and hurriedly asked the man at the counter "Paast aap peeri aithenayyaa?"(Do you have Past of Peeri?)

The man was startled, and he asked his colleague "Yeh kyaa boltabaa?"

His colleague thought for a while, scratched his head and suddenly his eyes brightened!

He said "Oh.... Fist of Fury-naa?"

"Ade ade...Yeno ondu peeri. Aithenayyaa?"

What the chap meant was 'Fist of Fury' starring Bruce Lee.

Hats off to the Video Library chap who guessed it right and that too so fast!

Friday, November 21, 2014

The Scratched Record

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Disclaimer: All the characters in this true story are real. The incident narrated is also true. There maybe slight alteration in the exact dialogues that took place.
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It was one late afternoon in the winter of 1998 in  Bejai. I was coming down the steps of Panchami Complex opposite KSRTC Bus Stand. My intention was to buy some bakery products at Baliga General Stores below our office.

As I went past a white Santro car parked near the store, a familiar voice called me aloud.

"Kanthaa!"

I stopped and looked aside. Standing tall, about to get into the car, having a grin on his face, was Ramachandra Baliga. I too exchanged smile and said, "Hello Ramachandra. How are you?"

Ramachandra Baliga is my friend and brother of my one time closest friend, classmate Late Naresh Baliga, who has since passed away in a tragic and untimely death in 1976.

"I'm fine. Just came here to buy some things. Also thought it will be a change for father who otherwise sits at home and gets bored."

"Oh your father!"

Though I was standing close to the front passenger window, I'd not noticed his father. I saw two curious shiny eyes staring at me and a hesitant smile on his face. He was at least 80 years old but had very less wrinkles on his well nourished, but sort of shrunken face. he was still as gracious as he looked in the Seventies when I'd seen him last, but the scanty silver hair on his head and the silver white eyebrows made it rather difficult for me to match his face with his younger version that had the presence of some Hollywood movie character!

I folded my hands and said, "Namaskaar Baliga Maam. How are you?"

He was surprised that I knew him!

He looked at Ramachandra suggestively.

Ramachandra said, "Kantha. Naresh's best friend. He used to come to our house to meet Naresh. Don't you know?"


(Naresh intimately used to call me Kantha and I am known as Kantha in his family)

"Ravi Surendra? I remember Ravi Surendra. He always used to come and talk to me. This man...! Have I seen him? Let me think."

His voice sounded unusually feeble. The commanding loudness and presence in his rich bass voice had dampened obviously due to senility. Now he sounded more like a horn speaker than the woofer of the Seventies!
 
He thought for a while and laughed aloud, showing the empty cavity in his mouth! He had no teeth. None at all!"

Ramachandra asked me if I could understand whom he meant by Ravi Surendra.

I said, "Yes. Ravi Surendra is Surendra Shenoy, our classmate who was your neighbour. He also used to join us those days at your place."

Ramachandra replied, "Yes. Surendra was staying close by, he used to come frequently to our house and was very intimate with father. That's why father remembers him well! Now senility has caught up with him and he can't remember Naresh's other friends. It's been a long time since he saw you. May not place your face properly. Please don't feel bad. At home he keeps asking us about all the old friends of Naresh who used to come to our place."

I looked at Baliga maam, smiled and told Ramachandra "Oh don't mind at all! I was too skinny and young those days. How can we expect him to remember me when he had not even talked to me once during those days! I used come to your place by bicycle, get down and ask for Naresh. Your father used to sit by the left side window of the verandah on a Bata chair with both his legs relaxed on a stool and chain smoke cigarettes in style. He never even looked at my face. He just shouted in a controlled tone "Nareshaa...." and continued to smoke. I was always too scared to talk to him and go inside to meet Naresh!

Baliga maam watched us slyly, but he acted as if we were talking about someone else and stared through the front windshield in a distance!

I was timid those days alright, looking at the majestic look of Baliga maam, the successful textile businessman from Bantwal Vaikunta Baliga's family, but now he looked very friendly but firm in his looks.

I told him, "Baliga maam, it is indeed a pleasure to see you after so many years and more so, talking to you freely. I had a dream in my life, that was getting intimate with you. When I told Naresh that you never talked to me when I tried to communicate with you those days in the Seventies, he used to say that you are very strict and disciplined. You never mingled with the younger generation. Now I am happy that you are jolly friendly. You made my day. Thank you!"

His eyes glowed and he was speechless for a moment.

Then he laughed aloud and said, "Aha... That scratched record! Was it you who borrowed a gramophone record from Naresh and didn't return it for a week fearing that you mishandled it? Don't worry. I won't scold you now!"

I too laughed aloud and replied, "Oh! You're too good Baliga maam. Yes that 'Kitty Can' SP record by the Bee Gees. I never thought that you knew about it. I just avoided returning it for a week because you were always there when I visited you. Naresh said, you will be away on business trip at the weekend and then it's safe to return the record!"

Baliga maam continued laughing and said, "You cunning brats! Where do you get those brilliant ideas from? Now listen to me carefully. You must come to my home daily and talk to me for at least an hour. I will see that all that talk you missed those days will be given to you with interest! What is the present rate running in Banks? I will give you two percent more over that!"

As they left, my heart was heavy and all my younger days apprehensions about Baliga maam were cleared.

No man is as tough as he looks. He wears that look just to guard himself from some apprehension he may have about communicating with the younger generation, that too with those who try to get more familiar than necessary. That's what's all about 'Generation Gap'. The gap gets filled up automatically as people get old and their wavelength becomes equal. They become younger mentally and try to associate more with the younger generation.

In our case, the Scratched Record had filled the generation gap!