ನಾನು ಮೊದಲನೇ ಬಾರಿ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೀತಾ ಇರೋದು ನನಗೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಖುಷಿ ಕೊಡ್ತಾಯಿದೆ. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ವಿಷಯ ಏನಂದ್ರೆ, ನಿಜವಾದ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಯಾರು ಅನ್ನೋದು.
ಕನ್ನಡ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಒದ್ಬೇಕು, ಆದ್ರೆ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಪುಸ್ತಕದಷ್ಟು ಬೇಗ ಓದಕ್ಕೆ ಆಗಲ್ಲ. ಯಾಕಂದ್ರೆ, ಕನ್ನಡ ಓದೊ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ ಸ್ಕೂಲ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಇತ್ತು, ಆಮೇಲಿಲ್ಲ. So, ಕನ್ನಡ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಓದದೇ ಇರೋರು ನಿಜವಾದ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರಲ್ವಾ? ಕೆವಿ ಐಯರ್ ಬರೆದಿರೋ ರೂಪದರ್ಶಿ ಕಾದಂಬರಿ ನನಗೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಇಷ್ಟವಾದ ಪುಸ್ತಕ. Legendary is an understatement to describe this book! ಏಳನೇ ಕ್ಲಾಸಿನ ಸಮ್ಮರ್ ಹೊಲಿಡೇಸ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪ ನನಗೆ ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನ ಓದಿಸಿದ್ರು . ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಅರ್ಥ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋಕೆ ಅದು ತುಂಬಾ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ವಯಸ್ಸು ಅನ್ಸಿದ್ರು, ಎಷ್ಟು ಅರ್ಥ ಆಯ್ತೋ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಒಂದು ಅಘಾದ ಚಿಂತನೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿತ್ತು. ಆ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಓದುವ ಸಮಯ ಈಗ ಮತ್ತೆ ಬಂದಿದೆ ಅನ್ನಿಸುತ್ತೆ.
ಹೋಗ್ಲಿ, ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಬಿಡಿ, ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಕನ್ನಡ ಸಿನೆಮಾ ನೋಡಲ್ಲ, ಯಾರೋ ಒಬ್ಬ ಆಕ್ಟರ್ ಅಥವಾ ಡೈರೆಕ್ಟರ್ ಇರೋ ಸಿನೆಮಾ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿರತ್ತೆ ಅಥವಾ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ ಅಂತ ಗೊತ್ತಾದ್ರೆ, ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋಗಿ ನೋಡೋರು ತುಂಬಾ ಜನ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ. ಅದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಒಬ್ಬಳು. ಇದು ನಿಜವಾದ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗನ ಲಕ್ಷಣನ ಅಲ್ವ ಹೇಳಿ? ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಸಿನೆಮಾ ನೋಡಿ ಪ್ರೋತ್ಸಾಹಿಸಬೇಕು, ಆದ್ರೆ ಸರಿಯಾದ ಪ್ರತಿಕ್ರಿಯೆ ಕೊಡ್ಬೇಕು ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಇರೋ ಸಿನೆಮಾ ನೋಡಬಾರ್ದು ಅಲ್ವ? ಆದ್ರೆ ಒಳ್ಳೇದು ಕೆಟ್ಟದ್ದು ಯಾರು ನಿರ್ಧರಿಸೋದು? ಒಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಕೆಟ್ಟದ್ದು ಅನ್ಸಿದ್ದು ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಒಳ್ಳೆದನ್ನಿಸಬಹುದು ಅಲ್ವ? ಇದಕ್ಕೆ ಉತ್ತರ ಆಮೇಲೆ ಹುಡುಕಿದ್ರೆ ಆಯ್ತು, ಆದ್ರೆ ಜನರ ಈ ಸರಿ ನಡವಳಿಕೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಸಿನಿಮಾ ಇಂಡಸ್ಟ್ರಿ ಯನ್ನ ಮೇಲಕ್ಕೆತ್ತಿದೆ ಅನ್ನೋದು ನನ್ನ ಭಾವನೆ. ಈ ನಡುವೆ ಸಿನೆಮಾಗಳು ಹೊಸ ಮತ್ತು ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಗಳನ್ನ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ, ಜನರನ್ನ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ಗೆ ಹೋಗಿ ನೋಡೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಖಂಡಿತ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇವೆ. ಹಾಗಿದ್ರೆ, ಕನ್ನಡ ಸಿನೆಮಾ ನೋಡೋರು ನಿಜವಾದ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರ?
ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಆಯ್ತು, ಸಿನೆಮಾ ಆಯ್ತು, ಈಗ ಹಾಡುಗಳು? ಸಂಗೀತಕ್ಕೆ ಭಾಷೆ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಇದ್ರು, ಯಾವ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಅರ್ಥ ಆಗತ್ತೋ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ನಾವು ಹತ್ತಿರವಾಗೋದು ಸಹಜ. ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯವಲ್ಲದೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ, ಸಂಗೀತ ಅರ್ಥ ಆಗ್ಬೇಕು. ಎರಡು ಅರ್ಥವಾಗದೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ, ಭಾವನೆ ಅರ್ಥ ಆಗ್ಬೇಕು. ಈ ನಡುವೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಸಿನೆಮಾದ ಹಾಡುಗಳು ಸಹ ಹೊಸೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಅವಕಾಶ ನೀಡ್ತಾ, ಬೇರೆ ಭಾಷೆ ಅವ್ರು ಸಹ ನಮ್ಮ ಹಾಡನ್ನು ಕಲಿತು ಹಾಡುವ ಹಾಗೆ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇರೋದು ನಾವು ನೋಡ್ತಾ ಇರ್ಬೋದು. ಹಾಗಿದ್ರೆ, ಕನ್ನಡ ಹಾಡುಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇಳೋರು ನಿಜವಾದ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರ?
ಇನ್ನು ಕನ್ನಡ ನಾಟಕಗಳು - If there is one thing that I miss, it is watching plays in Rangashankara that I used to do once in a while in Bengaluru. ಕನ್ನಡ ನಾಟಕಗಳನ್ನ ನೋಡುವವರು ಸಹ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ ಅನ್ನೋದು ನನ್ನ ನಂಬಿಕೆ. ಹಾಗಿದ್ರೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ನಾಟಕ ನೋಡೋರು ನಿಜವಾದ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರ?
ಇನ್ನು ಯಾರಾದ್ರು ಕನ್ನಡ ಬಂದ್ರೂ ಸಹ ಬರ್ದೇ ಇದ್ದ ಹಾಗೆ ನಟಿಸಿದ್ರೆ ಜನ ಯಾಕೆ ಹೀಗೆ ಬಾಹ್ಯ ಅನ್ನಿಸೋದು ಸಹಜ, ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸಿಟ್ಟು ಸಹ ಬರತ್ತೆ ಒಂದೊಂದ್ ಬಾರಿ, ಆದ್ರೆ ಯಾರೋ ಈಗ ತಾನೇ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕಕ್ಕೆ ಬಂದಿದ್ದಾರೆ, ಕನ್ನಡ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಅವರ ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾತಾಡಿ ಉತ್ತರ ಕೊಡೊ ಮನಸ್ಥಿತಿ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗರಿಗಂತೂ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸವಾಗಿದೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಅದರಿಂದಾನೆ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರು ವಿಶಾಲ ಹೃದಯದವರು ಅಂತ ಹೆಸರು ಬಂದಿರೋದು ಸಹ. ಯಾವುದೇ ಭಾಷೆ ಆಗಲಿ, ಯಾವುದೇ ಊರಾಗಲಿ, ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾಷೆ ಮತ್ತು ನಮ್ಮ ಜನ, ಜಗತ್ತಿಗೆ ಮಾದರಿ ಆಗಬೇಕು ಅಂದ್ರೆ, ನಾವು ನಮ್ಮ ಊರಿಗೆ ಬಂದವರನ್ನ ಹೇಗೆ ನೋಡಿಕೊಳ್ತೀವಿ ಅನ್ನೋದು ದೊಡ್ಡ ಮಾಪನ. ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರು ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಜನ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಒಬ್ಬ ನಡೆದು ಕೊಂಡ್ರೆ, ಅವನು ನಿಜವಾದ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗ ಅಲ್ವ, ಹೇಳಿ?
Speak Kannada, adore the beauty of it, breathe Kannada if you like to, but don't impose it on anyone - ಇದೇ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರ ನಿಜವಾದ ಗುಣ ಅಂತ ನನ್ನ ನಂಬಿಕೆ. ಕನ್ನಡ ಬಂದವರ ಜೊತೆ ಖುಷಿ ಇಂದ, ಹೆಮ್ಮೆ ಇಂದ ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾತಾಡಿ, ಆದ್ರೆ ಬರ್ದೇ ಇರುವವರನ್ನ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಮಾತಾಡಿಸದೆ ಇರ್ಬೇಡಿ, ಅವ್ರಿಗೆ ಇಷ್ಟ ಇದ್ದರೆ ಭಾಷೆ ಹೇಳಿ ಕೊಡಿ, ಭಾಷೆ ಬೆಳಸಿ, ಆದ್ರೆ ಒತ್ತಾಯದಿಂದ ಬೇಡ.
ಕನ್ನಡ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವದ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು!
You think being a single child is easy, don't you? It is anything but easy. Do you understand?
So you think he or she will be pampered, and inherit all of their parents' property, huh? Some of us inherit only physical and mental properties, alright?
So you thought we will have nicknames such as munna, munni, don't you? Some of us are called ammu also, do you understand?
Okay, you thought all this, over that you say things such as, I will learn to be independent sooner rather than later, I will become a mature person soon, I will take great responsibilities, et al. Whilst you enjoy gifts from brothers & sisters, click selfies with siblings, their spouses and children in exotic locations, I should sit and become independent, huh? Too much ok?
Okay, I'll also let that go, but you brag about how your siblings pamper you, how he or she will pay for your trips, movies, bike, car and all while I source money for everything on my own? Enough of singing your own praises, alright?
If you have an elder brother, more show off! You tell how he fought with troublesome guys of your life, how he is protective of you and supports your causes to a party, go out and all while I sit and support my own causes at home?
If you have a sister, you will talk about exchanging clothes, accessories, and what not, while I sit and do ctrl+f in my wardrobe to find something to wear!
Furthermore, you also talk about how your siblings teach you and help with choosing courses to career to a life partner? Then you make me feel miserable by saying I should have had a sibling. Enough is enough ok?
Anyway, I have sat and become independent, so be it.
You say I have too many friends? You should have siblings, their spouses and children, their pets and friends, and also your friends. I should not have friends, huh?
You hang out with your siblings and be busy. When I make plans with friends, you complain saying I'm always busy with other friends, don't you? Life is fair only if you look deeply, alright?
You became busy with siblings, I with friends. That's all.
You are resting and getting pampered now in contrast to me having to go and pay my utility bills.
You have no inkling of what I'm talking about, do you?
P.S. This hyperbolized post is purely intended for humor, and does not intend to demean anyone, nor does it intend to generalize. Just laugh it off!
Proof read and refined by Sanjay V, one of the nicest humans I have come across! :)
Everything I mentioned just now has made my life in Singapore much lovelier, and I'm ever so grateful to Chinatown for providing me with the most comfortable shelter, a home away from home.
On this note, I would like to wholeheartedly wish everyone a very happy Chinese new year!
Gong Xi Fa Cai!
May the year of rooster bring in peace, and prosperity!
"Fire!", I said.
He said, "Light".
"Fire!", I echoed.
He approvingly said, "Light of perseverance, and fire of inspiration".
Light or fire, did not matter, when I figured it was nothing but God.
I surrendered praying for light that brings me out of darkness that beholds negativity.
May this year bring you the fire that yearns for knowledge, wisdom and prosperity, and light that keeps you going forward.
A very happy 2017!
I knew it was time for another solo trip. Another on the same day as my first one from December 2015.
Last year it was Chennai for music season, this time it was a nearby island which is also the last kampong in Singapore - Pulau Ubin.
My being a vegetarian, and food being the most crucial part of any trip necessitated me to cook something delicious and the first thing that came to my mind was vegetable Pulav(an Indian cuisine, right most in the picture below). I excitedly cooked on the previous night, and also packed some snacks.
I left at sharp 9 am SGT from Chinatown after having a delicious breakfast - Bread upma, cornflakes, and a glass of milo(center in the picture).
Delicious, isn't it?
I reached Changi Village by 10.15 am, and took a bumboat to Pulau Ubin to reach at 10.40 am. A short walk from the bus stop to Changi Ferry terminal to arrive at the bumboat stop, and a 10-15 min ride from there to reach Pulau Ubin.
The excited soul that I was, I immediately walked in without further delay, and rented a cycle from one of the shops as opposed to taking a drive in a van to explore the national park. There are walking trails too for people who like to walk inside the forest. However, I preferred cycle. If you are an experienced cyclist, you can rent trekking bicycles to explore the black diamond trails to the Ketam Mountain Park. Those bikes come with a helmet, and protective gears. However, my pretty bicycle looked like this.
I started my journey inside the national park at 11 am after taking some time out looking at the map to plan the day. There are 3 main places inside the national park - Pulau Ubin Quarry, Ketam Mountain Park, and Chek Jawa Wetlands. If you plan to camp inside the park, there are 2 campsites as well.
I decided to first cover the left side of the map which consists of Pekan Quarry, Ubin Quarry, Ketam Quarry, and a few small Chinese temples on the way.
Less than or a km away from the cycle shop is the Pekan Quarry which also has a butterfly park nearby. I did not explore the butterfly park though I spotted a few colorful butterflies as I passed by that area. Pekan Quarry, home to several birds, let me spot a hornbill, and a few other birds flying and bathing far away from the visitors barricade.
After taking a good look at the Pekan Quarry, and at my picture that a visitor captured, I continued my journey towards Ubin Quarry. The real journey started here! Forest full of sounds of nature, and minimal crowd made me feel as though it was my private park. I stopped for a quick tender coconut. It was the sweetest water I had ever had. I curiously asked the adorable coconut seller if it is from the same forest. She proudly said yes.I requested for a picture and she happily posed as she continued her work. Simplicity which is of second nature to people from villages was obvious in her personality.
Here she is!
The coconut water had energized me enough for the rest of the journey and I got lost in the beauty of the forest yet again as I continued.The deeper I got into the forest, the more I felt nature! The thrill, and the happiness started building up inside me. I rode the cycle feeling the breeze as my hair ruffled and my cheek touched, I sang but also listened to the nature sing.It was just us, getting to know each other.The nature and me!
When longer was still not long enough, I clicked a few pictures of the pretty place and left. Universe, I guess, heard me here. What happened next is super hilarious and the reason is, I was back at the quarry after about 2 km of cycling through ups and downs. Yes, again! This is bound to happen to most first time visitors because one can reach Chek Jawa Wetlands through various ways. There are boards that say, "This is one way to Chek Jawa Wetlands" at various places. I was being a little unnecessarily explorative by not paying attention to the map and taking every road that looked good, and kept losing track of the way but it was fun anyway until I had severe body pain at night! I reached Jawa Wetlands to witness the notorious monkeys that were snatching people's bags. Since cycles are not allowed beyond the gate, visitors need to park the cycle in the designated parking area and walk in. All the bags kept in the basket of the cycles in the parking area were being snatched, and the funny little creatures had reached another level by even jumping on people as they wore bags on the back. Pretty scary and funny at the same time when 12 monkeys surrounded a girl as she had a big bag in hand, but she or her big group of friends wouldn't do anything but shout to escape the monkeys. I spotted a wild boar in that area at this moment. There was another path opposite gate to walkway which is also the exit path from the Jawa Wetlands, I turned my cycle and entered the path to explore a bit before the monkey drama was over. Noone could enter the gate as the monkeys covered the path to gate. The exploration brought me to the exact same quarry again!! This is when I remembered a good friend of mine saying, "Be careful about what you wish for". I agree I wished to stay near the ever so beautiful quarry, but not so much either! Dear Universe, say what!? Nevertheless, losing in the right direction shouldn't be harmless after all, I thought.
There are boards that suggest you dismount your bicycle, and push through the steep slopes. As there are many ups and downs throughout the way, I never bothered pushing it down the slope each time I encountered one. It was fun riding down the slopes! Up hills are quite hard to cycle, especially when you have to cover around 12 km in the hot sun, and when there are about 6 km added to the journey for no reason, so dismounting and pushing is the only choice on up hills.
This time again, I stopped at the quarry. There was no way I couldn't. I told myself that even when something gets too much, if you still stay, then probably you can term this feeling love. But it was time to get away from the place, the serene quarry wouldn't respond to my feelings anyway, though probably the calm silence itself was the response. So I moved on. As I came to one of the huts, the rain god showed his power out of the cloudy skies as though my departure from the quarry was something worth raining for. I was stuck in the middle of the forest in rain that I don't usually enjoy. But guess what? There I was happily clicking pictures, and enjoying the rain. I finally reached Chek Jawa Wetlands, and started with the Mangrove boardwalk. Mangrove boardwalk has different species of Mangrove, and a beautiful board walk way that ends with a view point. There were firefly mangrove tree, false coffee bean, nipah(the original mangrove), Sea Holly, mud lobster, rocky shore, sandbank, seagrass lagoon on the board walk. When I reached the sandbank, it just got heavy (no prizes for guessing why).
I leisurely walked on the walkway until the view point, feeling the ocean from above the bridge. The breeze, the smell, the airplanes that flew above, the ships that sailed below, the lagoons that settled on the water, and humans that rejoiced the scenic beauty - The conglomeration couldn't have been better. Tranquility is too small a word to describe what was going through my mind then. At this point, I finally found another solo traveler on the walkway, around same age as mine. I requested her to capture a picture of mine and she did. Here! Tadaa!
I resumed my journey to explore cross boardwalk in the Jawa Wetlands and found many more habitats in the national park. I heard the red jungle fowls cluck, but couldn't spot any. I further found breadfruit, fish-killer tree, and candlenut on the way to the visitor information centre that has some professional photographs of the habitat in the park. I read all the information displayed inside the centre, walked to the backyard to get a glimpse of a beautiful view which is nothing but the backside of the mangrove view point.
The information centre looked beautiful, and I couldn't not get a picture of mine there. I asked a little girl to capture a picture of mine, she nervosuly did and complimented my Gryffindor scarf. Here, the picture!
I then decided to call it a day. Courtesy - My tired body. Witness - the picture above. It was 4.30 pm. I had trekked for about 20 km easily including all the wrong direction distances. I headed back towards the cycle shop, returned the bicycle, took one last glance at it, walked towards the ferry. The bumboat was ready, I hopped on, sat not on the seat but on the wooden floor of the boat so I can get a good view, and some splashes of water. Here are some pictures of the journey back from Pulau Ubin to Changi Ferry terminal.
At the end of the trip, I knew I had listened not just to my inner self, but also to the nature like never before.
It was a day of meditation with my listening to the birds chirp, and the nature talk in its beautiful ways. It had been a fulfilling day as I discovered myself more than I had before. I had one thought after another flowing in my mind when there was no sound from nature. In the end, I knew I was evolving, I knew I was happy. And happiness is real only when shared and therefore this article.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Until next time,
Sandhya Vasudeva Rao