Thursday, November 5, 2015

Take on Tolerance: Rajan shows the way

It is no more writers vs. Modi. Film actors to sportsmen, political parties to art institutions, and Govt. authority to seers, people from all segments of society are airing their view on tolerance. But give it a thought. It was not our national priority. We wanted economic growth, job creation, infra revival, smart cities etc. That should have taken the focus of public and the Govt. But the priorities seem to have changed. Some one has to put us back to work on those challenges. Neither ruling party nor opposition is doing that, they are immersed in leg pulling. In this chaotic time, recent speech of Raghuram Rajan during a convocation program at IIT Delhi, is an attempt to remind us our priorities.

You can watch the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKRbocpotd8


The takeaway is he asks all the parties involved to cool down, avoiding the urge to react violently and to engage in debate. He gives the example of flag-burning issue in the US which the older generation considered it to be a symbol of their freedom, so reacted with an outburst initially. Once the tolerance had set-in the society, flag-burning did not cause the same outburst.

Minorities in India should become more empathetic and sensitive towards feelings of Hindus and that should be reciprocated too with the tolerance and respect by their counterparts. But more importantly, we should not forget our priorities as a society. We need to work towards our growth as one nation and not lose all the time and productivity in this debate. Else, we run the risk of losing focus. We should not let it become a major issue. That is the message Rajan is conveying.


But will India listen to him? Is it possible to engage in a healthy debate? And who will facilitate it? I see no clear answers today. But wish that the society will find a balance and emerge stronger.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Book Review: Tell me a story by Rupa Bazwa

Rani, a young woman, lives with her father, elder brother, brother’s wife and son. Their’s is a very small house in Amritsar which is not repaired for many decades. Whatever their family earns is not sufficient enough for a decent living so they have to lead a compromised life. Rani has to borrow the umbrella from neighbor when it rains, such is their lifestyle. Rani stopped going to school when she was in Ninth standard. She works at a Beauty parlor, making the customers look prettier. The things she like most in her life is telling the stories at bed time to Bittu, her nephew, a school going kid. These stories begin somewhere but do not end as Bittu goes to sleep before they are complete. Rani has an obsession for the movie star Shah Rukh Khan and she is secretly making an album from clippings of his pictures in the Filmfare magazine which she is allowed to bring home from parlor after it has become two-three months old and has lost its gloss.

The peace in their family comes to an end when Rani’s father lends his life savings to a known person but it does not come back. Financial worries become worrisome more than ever. Rani’s father loses his health and dies soon after that. For Rani, who loved her father, this loss becomes painful. When she overhears the talk between her brother and his wife on how burdensome it would be to marry-off Rani, she takes a decision to leave home. A colleague in the parlor she works, informs Rani about a person requiring a home-maid in Delhi.

Rani makes it to Delhi. She finds that house owner is recovering from an accident and that she is a writer. Rani finds that life is better here but she suffers from the pain of living away from Bittu, who was not just an intent listener of her stories but a joy in her life. She goes through emotional highs with the ways the money being is spent in the new place. A sum which is spent on a party would have saved a family from all their troubles back home. The disagreements lead to arguments in the house and the house owner who is going through a writer’s block sees Rani’s point of view and their relationship gets better. This writer discovers the story telling skills of Rani and they both help each other to get through their trauma.

Meanwhile, Rani’s brother dies from depression. Rani is told that Bittu would not cry or talk. Pained by the development, she goes to Amritsar and begs to meet Bittu but she is not allowed to get even a glimpse of Bittu as his mother denies it. Rani comes to know she is no more the same person she used to be. She has to come to terms with what life has in store for her. She returns to Delhi and finds a job in a beauty parlor with the hope that she will get to meet Bittu one day.



Rupa Bazwa is based in Amritsar and has two novels to her credit. Her first novel ‘Sari Shop’ brought her recognition with many awards including the ‘Sahitya Akademi’ award. This is her second novel where-in she constructs the life in the poor families realistically and most of the characters have their own stories to tell. So this appeared to me like a dozen short stories stitched together around the protagonist Rani. Though this novel is based in Amritsar and Delhi, I guess it would have happened anywhere in India and the characters would not have behaved any differently. This novel is a fine read and portrays how human beings care more for the strength in their relationships than materialistic richness or poorness in their lives.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

The platform for politics in India is not yet flat

Nandan Nileknai had successfully led one of the biggest IT companies in India and taken it to higher level of performance. His opinions were respected by whole of the business world. Thomas Friedman got the idea for writing his book ‘The World is Flat’ while talking to him. Nandan’s wife Rohini has earned a good name in well targeted philanthropy. His investments in start-ups have been doing well. He is the man behind ‘Aadhar’ card. He was the chief of a national level Govt. organization before joining politics. There was no looking back and no challenge looked big for him.

When many were expecting he would change the face of politics in India for good, he lost the first election he fought and he has already announced leaving politics.

What do you think went wrong?

Well, if UPA had won the elections, Nandan would have become a Cabinet Minister or held some powerful position in some Govt. organization and would have changed the things for good. But that was not in his destiny.

First thing to note is, it appears like his timing for joining politics was not good. There was pro-Modi and anti-Congress wave during the last parliament elections. The results which gave a majority win for NDA confirmed that.

On a second note, it takes time to establish oneself as a politician. Nandan was well known in business circles and his credentials were great. But how will that matter with voters? They would be more comfortable with a person who is more approachable than a person admired by learned fellows. All the voters knew Nandan was rich and he is not into politics to earn money. But how many times he was seen on the streets solving petty issues and taking the Dias in the local events establishing himself as one of their own? He was hardly active in such matters given his busy schedules in his earlier roles. If you think party workers would have helped him to bridge that gap, think again. The party workers at the root level are loyal to their local party leaders. How many such local leaders were supported by Nandan in the previous ward or assembly elections? When his efforts are not visible, it is safe to assume that Nandan might have remained unapproachable for party workers too, forget the voters. Next let us look at the opponent Nandan had to fight with, which was Anant Kumar of BJP party. Anant Kumar is a seasoned politician. He had won in Bangalore South constituency already and had established his candidature well. His background in RSS had made him a good orator. He knew how to play the caste card well. He had supported the local leaders during all political and party matters. Adding to his advantages, Modi wave was in favor of his party. So his win against first-timer Nandan was not a great surprise.

Lastly, wins and losses are part of politician’s life. But he has to remain loyal to that profession for future success. Look at JD(S) party, no matter they win or lose, they are in politics. Despite his personal wins in elections, it took BS Yediyurappa many decades for his party to gain power. It takes really long time to establish oneself as a politician and some luck to get into a position of power. But if person leaves the profession in between, it becomes difficult to come back as voters will begin to question the motive.

Now that Nandan has taken a decision to leave politics, he might have well thought about it before coming to the conclusion. His colleague at Infosys, V Balakrishna too fought the election and accepted defeat. Nandan would have won the election someday if he had remained in politics and worked on his shortfalls. But it is his personal decision to stay away from active politics. That is not really a motivator for those with entrepreneurial background planning to get into politics.

The platform for politics in India is not yet flat.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನ ಶಿಖರಕ್ಕೆ ಬೆಳಕಾಗಿ

(ಇದು ೨೦೧೫ ರಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದ ಲೇಖನ)

ರಾಯಚೂರು ಜಿಲ್ಲೆಯ ಮಸ್ಕಿ ನನ್ನೂರು. ಸಾಮ್ರಾಟ್ ಅಶೋಕ ತನ್ನನ್ನು 'ದೇವನಾಂಪ್ರಿಯ' ಎಂದು ಕರೆದುಕೊಂಡ ಶಿಲಾ ಶಾಸನ ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆಯಾದ್ದರಿಂದ, ಈ ಊರು ಇತಿಹಾಸದ ಪುಟಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಸೇರಿ ಹೋಗಿದೆ. ಇಲ್ಲಿನ ಬೆಟ್ಟಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಪುರಾತನ ಕಾಲದ, ಬಹುಶ ಶಿಲಾಯುಗಕ್ಕೆ ಸೇರಿದ ಮಾನವನ ಪಳೆಯುಳಿಕೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿರುವುದು, ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಸಹಸ್ರಾರು ವರ್ಷಗಳಿಂದ ಮಾನವ ವಸತಿ ಇರುವುದನ್ನು ಸೂಚಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಹಾಗಾಗಿ ಪುರಾತನ ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಮುಖ ವಾಣಿಜ್ಯ ಕೇಂದ್ರವಾಗಿದ್ದ ಮಸ್ಕಿ, ಅಶೋಕನ ಧರ್ಮ ಪ್ರಚಾರಕರಿಗೆ ಶಾಸನ ನಿರ್ಮಿಸಲು ಸೂಕ್ತ ಸ್ಥಳವಾಗಿ ಕಂಡಿದ್ದಿರಬೇಕು. ಅವರು ಲಂಕೆಗೆ ಸಾಗಿ ಹೋದ ದಾರಿ ಇದೆ ಆಗಿದ್ದರೂ ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ.

ಅಶೋಕನ ಕಾಲದ ಮಾತು ಬಿಡಿ, ಇಂದಿಗೆ ಜನಪ್ರಿಯತೆ ಇರುವುದು ಇಲ್ಲಿನ ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ಮೇಲೆ ವಿರಾಜಮಾನನಾಗಿರುವ ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನನಿಗೆ. ಶ್ರೀಶೈಲದ ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನನೇ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ನೆಲೆಸಿದುರುವಾಗಿ ಪ್ರತೀತಿ. ಶ್ರಾವಣದ ಪ್ರತಿ ಸೋಮವಾರದಂದು, ಈತನ ದರ್ಶನಕ್ಕೆ ಬೆಟ್ಟ ಹತ್ತಿ ಬರುವ ಭಕ್ತರು ಮಸ್ಕಿ ಪಟ್ಟಣದವರಷ್ಟೇ ಆಗಿರದೇ, ಸುತ್ತ ಮುತ್ತ ಗ್ರಾಮಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಕೆಲವರು ಇನ್ನು ದೂರದ ಊರುಗಳಿಂದ ಬಂದಿರುವರು ಆಗಿರುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಕೆಲ ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ನೂರಾರು ಮೆಟ್ಟಿಲುಗಳನ್ನು ಹತ್ತಿದಾಗ ಮಾತ್ರ ಕಾಣ ಸಿಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನ ಇಂದು ಗಾಡಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಭುರ್ರೆಂದು ಬರುವವರಿಗೂ ದರ್ಶನ ಕೊಡುತ್ತಾನೆ. ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ಬುಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಆತನ ಪತ್ನಿಯಾದ ಭ್ರಮರಾಂಭೆಯ ಸುಸಜ್ಜಿತ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನ ಇದೆ. 



ನಾನು ಚಿಕ್ಕಂದಿನಿಂದ ಈತನ ದರ್ಶನ ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿದ್ದಿಲ್ಲ. ಸೋಮವಾರ ದಿನ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಐದು ಗಂಟೆಗೆಲ್ಲ ಎದ್ದು ಸ್ನಾನ ಮಾಡಿ, ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಊದು ಬತ್ತಿ ಹಿಡಿದು, ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮನೆ ಇರುವ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರನ್ನು ಜೊತೆಗೂಡಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು, ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ಮೊದಲ ಮೆಟ್ಟಿಲು ತಲುಪವಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲಿ, ಕತ್ತಲು ಹರಿದು ಬೆಟ್ಟ ರಂಗೇರುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಆದರೂ ಹಿತವಾದ ಗಾಳಿ, ಎಲ್ಲಕ್ಕಿಂತ ನಮ್ಮ ಉತ್ಸಾಹ, ಬೆಟ್ಟ ಹತ್ತುವ ದಣಿವನ್ನು ಮರೆಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಹತ್ತುವಾಗ ನಡುವೆ ಎಲ್ಲೂ ಕುಳಿತು ಕೊಳ್ಳಬಾರದೆಂಬ ನಮ್ಮ ಹುಡುಗು ನಂಬಿಕೆಯಿಂದ, ಮೇಲೆ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನ ಸನ್ನಿಧಿ ತಲುಪವವರೆಗೂ ನಿಲ್ಲದೇ ಸಾಗುತ್ತಿತ್ತು ನಮ್ಮ ಪಯಣ. ನಡು ನಡುವೆ ಹಾಗೇ ನಿಂತಲ್ಲೇ ಏದುಸಿರು ಕಡಿಮೆ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು, ತಿರುಗಿ ನೋಡಿ ಎಷ್ಟು ಎತ್ತರ ಏರಿದವೆಂದು ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯ ಪಡುತ್ತ, ಹಾಗೆ ಇನ್ನು ಎಷ್ಟು ಮೆಟ್ಟಿಲು ಉಳಿದಿರಬಹುದು ಎಂದು ಊಹಿಸುತ್ತ, ಕೆಲವೇ ನಿಮಿಷಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ತುದಿ ತಲುಪಿರುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆವು. ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನ ಪ್ರದಕ್ಷಿಣೆ ಮುಗಿಸಿ ಹೊರಗೆ ಬಂದು ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದಲ್ಲಿ ಒಡೆಸಿದ ಕಾಯಿಯ ಕೊಬ್ಬರಿ ಮುರಿದು ತಿಂದರೆ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ವಿಶ್ರಾಂತಿ. ಅಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಕಾಣುವ ವಿಹಂಗಮ ನೋಟದಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆ, ಶಾಲೆಯನ್ನು ಗುರುತಿಸುವ ಕಾಯಕಕ್ಕೆ ತೊಡಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆವು. ಊರಿನ ಪರಿಧಿಯಾಗಿ ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ಮುಖ್ಯ ರಸ್ತೆ, ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಕಡೆ ಹಳ್ಳ, ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ಕಡೆಯಿಂದ ತುಂಗಭದ್ರ ಕಾಲುವೆ, ಇವುಗಳ ನಡುವೆ ತ್ರಿಕೋಣ ಆಕೃತಿಯ ಪ್ರದೇಶದಲ್ಲಿ ದಟ್ಟ ಜನ ವಸತಿ, ಇದು ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ತುದಿಯಿಂದ ಕಂಡು ಬರುವ ನನ್ನೂರಿನ ಪಕ್ಷಿ ನೋಟ.

ಬೆಟ್ಟ ಹತ್ತುವದಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಇಳಿಯುವುದು ಸುಲಭದ ಕೆಲಸ. ಆದರೆ ಸುಲಭ ಮಾರ್ಗದ ಬದಲಾಗಿ ನಡುವೆ ಬಳಸು ಮಾರ್ಗದಿಂದ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕಡಿದೆನ್ನುಸುವ ಮಾರ್ಗದಿಂದ ಇಳಿಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆವು. ನಡುವೆ ಯಾವುದಾದರೂ ಕಾಡು ಪ್ರಾಣಿ ಧುತ್ತೆಂದು ಎದುರಾದಿತು ಎನ್ನುವ ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯ ಮತ್ತು ಆತಂಕ ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಮನೆ ಮಾಡಿರುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಮಂಗ ಮತ್ತು ಕಾಡು ಪಾರಿವಾಳ ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ ಬೇರೆ ಏನೂ ಕಾಣ ಸಿಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದಿಲ್ಲ. ಬೆಟ್ಟದಲ್ಲಿ ನೈಸರ್ಗಿಕವಾಗಿ ಮೂಡಿದ ಜಾರು ಬಂಡೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮನಸಾರೆ ಆಡಿ, ಸಿಹಿ ನೀರ ಭಾವಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀರು ಕುಡಿಯುವ ಹೊತ್ತಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ನಾವು ಶಾಲೆಗೆ ಹೊರಡುವ ಹೊತ್ತು ಹತ್ತಿರವಾಗುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಮತ್ತೆ ಮುಂದಿನ ಸೋಮವಾರ ಬರುವುದಾಗಿ ಮಾತನಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರೆಲ್ಲ ಮನೆಗೆ ಮರಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆವು. ಇದು ಶ್ರಾವಣದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರುವ ನಾಲ್ಕು ಅಥವಾ ಐದು ಸೋಮವಾರಗಳದ ನಮ್ಮ ದಿನದ ಆರಂಭ. ಆ ಆನಂದವನ್ನು ನಾವು ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರು ಶಾಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಾಗ ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಂಡ ನೆನಪಿಲ್ಲ.

ಆದರೆ ಕಾಲೇಜು ಓದಲು ಊರು ಬಿಟ್ಟ ಹೋದ ಮೇಲೂ, ಶ್ರಾವಣದಲ್ಲಿ ಕನಿಷ್ಠ ಒಂದು ಸೊಮವಾರವಾದರೂ ತಪ್ಪದೇ ಊರಿಗೆ ಬಂದು, ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನನ ದರ್ಶನ ಪಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ. ಶಾಲಾ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದ ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ಬಗೆಗಿನ ಬೆರುಗು ಈಗ ಮರೆಯಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣ ಧಾರ್ಮಿಕ ಸ್ವಭಾವ ನನ್ನದಲ್ಲವಾದರು, ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ವರ್ಷಕ್ಕೆ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಬಂದು ಹೋದರೆ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಸಮಾಧಾನ ಎನ್ನಿಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ನಂತರ ಉದ್ಯೋಗಕ್ಕೆ ದೂರದ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ಬಂದಾದರೂ, ಈ ರೂಢಿಯನ್ನು ತಪ್ಪಿಸಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಹಾಗಾಗಿ ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನನಲ್ಲಿ ನನಗೆ ಭಾವನಾತ್ಮಕ ಸಂಬಂಧ ಬೆಳೆಯುತ್ತ ಹೋಯಿತು. ಸೋಮವಾರ ರಜೆ ಸಿಗುವುದು ಕಷ್ಟವಾದರೆ ರವಿವಾರದಂದೆ ಬೆಟ್ಟ ಹತ್ತಿ ದರ್ಶನ ಪಡೆದು ಮರಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ. ಬಿಡುವು ಇರುವ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರು ಜೊತೆಯಾಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು. ಅಲ್ಲದೇ ಶ್ರಾವಣದ ಪ್ರತಿ ದಿನ ಬೆಟ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಭಕ್ತರು ದರ್ಶನಕ್ಕೆ ಬರುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಸೋಮವಾರಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಲಿಸಿದರೆ ಭಕ್ತರ ಸಂಖ್ಯೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ತೀರ ಕಡಿಮೆ. ಆದರೆ ಸೋಮವಾರದ ಗಜಿ ಬಿಜಿಗಿಂತ ಬಿಡಿ ದಿನದಲ್ಲೇ ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಪ್ರಶಾಂತವಾಗಿ ಕಾಣ ತೊಡಗಿದ್ದರಿಂದ, ಅದನ್ನೇ ಆಯ್ದುಕೊಂಡೆ.

ಪ್ರತಿ ವರ್ಷದ ರೂಢಿಯಂತೆ ಈ ವರ್ಷವೂ ದರ್ಶನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದೆ. ಅದೇ ಆಹ್ಲಾದಕರ ಅನುಭವ. ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಂಗಗಳು ಪ್ರತಿ ವರ್ಷಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಜಾಸ್ತಿಯೇ ಅನ್ನಿಸಿದವು. ಮರಿಗಳೇ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಇದ್ದ ಮಂಗಗಳ ಗುಂಪು, ಆಹಾರ ಅರಸಿ ಹೊರಟಿತ್ತು. ಅವುಗಳು ಸರ ಸರನೆ ಮರ ಏರುವ ಪರಿ, ಬಂಡೆಯಿಂದ ಬಂಡೆಗೆ ಕರಾರುವಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಹಾರುವ ಕುಶಲತೆ ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ ಕೆಲ ಹೊತ್ತು ನಿಂತಿದ್ದೆ. ಅವುಗಳ ಮೇಲೆ ನಾನು ತೋರಿಸಿದ ಆಸಕ್ತಿ, ಕುತೂಹಲ ಅವುಗಳಿಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಮೇಲಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅವುಗಳು ದಾರಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಮೇಲೆ ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ತುದಿ ತಲುಪಿದೆ. ದರ್ಶನದ ನಂತರ ಹೊರಗೆ ಬಂದು ಕೆಳಗೆ ಕಾಣುವ ಊರಿನ ನೋಟ ನೋಡಿದೆ. ಊರು ಮೊದಲಿನ ತ್ರಿಕೋಣ ಪರಿಧಿಗೆ ಸೀಮಿತವಾಗದೆ ಎಲ್ಲ ದಿಕ್ಕುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ವಿಸ್ತರಿಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಹೊಸದಾಗಿ ಕುಡಿಯುವ ನೀರಿನ ಯೋಜನೆಗಾಗಿ ನಿರ್ಮಿಸಿದ ವಿಶಾಲವಾದ ಹೊಂಡ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಜಾಗ ಆಕ್ರಮಿಸಿಕೊಂಡಿತ್ತು. ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದಲ್ಲೂ ಉತ್ತಮ ಬೆಳವಣಿಗೆ ಎನ್ನಿಸುವಂತ ಸಣ್ಣ ಸಣ್ಣ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗಳಾಗಿದ್ದವು. ಆದರೆ  ಇಷ್ಟು ವರ್ಷ ಸುಣ್ಣದ ಬಿಳಿ ಬಣ್ಣದಿಂದ ಹೊಳೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದ ಹೊರ ಭಾಗ ಕೇಸರಿ ಬಣ್ಣ ಪಡೆದುಕೊಂಡಿತ್ತು. ಆ ಕ್ಷಣಕ್ಕೆ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞನ ವಚನ ನೆನಪಾಯಿತು: 

ಕಲ್ಲರಳಿ ಹೂವಾಗಿ, ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಬೇಕಾಗಿ,
ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನ ಶಿಖರಕ್ಕೆ ಬೆಳಕಾಗಿ,
ಬಲ್ಲವರು ಹೇಳಿ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

ಆದರೆ ಈಗ ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನ ಶಿಖರದ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಬಣ್ಣ ಬದಲಾದ ಕಾರಣ ಬಲ್ಲವರಲ್ಲಿ ಕೇಳಿ ತಿಳಿಯಬೇಕು ಎಂದು ವಿಚಾರ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಾ ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ಕೆಳಗಿಳಿದೆ. ನಂತರ ಲೌಕಿಕ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಅಂದು ಆ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಮರೆತು ಹೋಯಿತು. ಮತ್ತೆ ಇಂದು ನೆನಪಾಗಿ ಈ ಲೇಖನವಾಗಿ ಹೊರ ಬಂತು. 

Friday, October 23, 2015

Short Story: Return of the Protector

It is historical town of Hampi, situated in South India. It was home to a forgotten kingdom. Historians called it India’s Rome. But unlike Rome, residents of this town had deserted this place soon after their king was killed in the decisive war. It has remained uninhabited for centuries since then. It has only visitors. People come to offer prayers in the temple to Lord Virupaksha. Not all of the temples see prayers being offered in them. Many of the temples were destroyed soon after the war and some were damaged by treasure hunters in the period aftermath. River Tungabhadara does not overflow during season, like she did in the times when Hampi’s fame was at zenith as a dam built nearby collects the water and lets a small stream flow through the river path. Tourists arrive in big numbers to this place attracted by its glory, beautiful monuments and architecture. But at the night all visitors return to their respective hotels and houses in the nearby town named Hospet, which means “A New Town” in the local language, leaving Hampi to its darkness and a ridiculous quietness.

In this town which found a permanent place in Indian history, one man earned his living working as a Guide. He is a guide with a precise knowledge of history and deep insights into the lives of those who lived an ordinary life and those ruled as kings during the times of Vijayanagara kingdom. His tall and healthy physique gave him a commanding presence. He would have been a soldier if not a guide, such was his stamina and he never appeared tired in the day long walks. Tourists could not keep up with him while climbing the small hills and big boulders to get a better view of the place. He was able to read people with ease and had the ability to take people along with him, more like a leader than a guide. His dramatic gestures, vivid expressions on face coupled with pitched but loud tone would make it easier for even the least creative human being to imagine the sequence enacted by him. The details he provided seemed to be more realistic for those tourists who had done their reading before visiting the place. His poetic exclamations would make the places of Hampi more interesting and human. The travelers who came from different corners of the world were in a treat if they got hooked up with this Guide and they would return with a sense of satisfaction of knowing the place better and a day being well spent.

All travelers won’t be done in a day and some stay back as they think visit for a day won’t be enough for a place like this. On the second and the successive days of their stay, who else can guide them well than the one they had on their first day? They naturally turned to him. And they would ask now, what is his name, by the way? On the first day, it never mattered. A guide is a guide, what name he has should not matter much as long as he had done his job well. But on the second day, it makes sense to know the name of the person who is guiding them. But this Guide would tell some name and he would not respond to it when the tourists called him by that name. The next day, he would say a different name for himself. When the tourists ask how come it is different every day, he would say in return

What is wrong with that? We have different names for different seasons, why should I stick to one name forever?

It made no sense to the tourists but they would smile and rather focus on their purpose of visit. When someone else raised the same question again, the Guide would argue

People change things. They get new clothes for themselves. Few change their life partners with ease. I changing name is not a serious matter”.

Though not pleased with this answer, tourists would stop arguing with him. They understood it is none of their business and they would simply call him ‘Guide’ and get on with their business.

This Guide was always to be found at the foothills of Hemakuta if he is found nowhere else. So tourists had no issues in locating him. From there the Guide would take them for exploration of the town. On the walking trails, the Guide would narrate how the caves in the surrounding mountains served as temporary residences for those visiting capital of Vijayanagara kingdom during 13th century and how the kings learnt the hard way that, it was strong horses which gave an upper hand to their enemies during wars and the resolutions Vijayanagara Kings took to strengthen their cavalry but yet how their failure to breed horses was causing them troubles. Such details were making the walks of tourists less tiresome. Few tourists wondered how he has more details than the book of Robert Sewell. Some thought this Guide belonged more to past than the present. Others thought he just makes up the stories to make the tour interesting.

He would take the tourists to numerous temples and demonstrate how they did not just serve religious purposes but doubled up as the stage to showcase the talents in music and dance by the evening. They were the places to bring cultural transformation in the society which had suffered from multiple attacks and suppressed from its natural expression. He would emphasize on the efforts of Vijayanagara kings to popularize the festival of Vijayadashami also known as Dasara, a festival for celebration of the win of good over evil. On the way to their next spot, he would show tall watch towers and explain to tourists how the multi layered defense system of the town worked. He would detail out the preparations the kings made before the wars and how a war fought wrongly would reduce the army size to a miniscule which would push out the next war by at least a decade as they had to wait for the natural population to catch up and provide soldiers for their army. He would also take them to water feeding canals running from the river which aided agriculture and also filled up multiple Pushkarani in the town to provide drinking water, then to neatly laid out streets and rows of houses of those serving the royal family explaining how the subject of “Town Planning” was put to good use.

By the evening tourists along with the Guide would return to Lord Virupaksha temple or sit on the banks of Tungabhadra River. Tourists would sit in the form of a circle around the Guide and he would tell them few more stories. On one such evening, they began to discuss the historical events behind the birth of this town. Kampilaraya, a king ruling over the small state with capital at Anegundi had lost the war to northern invaders. Sangama, who was father to Hakka and Bukka was at the service of Anegundi rulers as a treasurer and as a head of an army branch. When they lost the war, the entire Anegundi kingdom was put to destruction along with their king. Sangama too had died in the war. Hakka and Bukka were held as prisoners in that war but they managed to escape after a couple of years. Once they returned, they found a mentor in sage Vidyaranya. And their dream to establish a new kingdom took shape.

The Guide opined that, the rain of gold coins was an exaggeration but it is Hakka and Bukka with the help of sage Vidyaranya being able to locate the hidden treasury of Anegondi kingdom helped them to build this city of Vijayanagara, the city of victory and establish a new rule. Hakka and Bukka were brave and ambitious. The political situation was in their favor. They had the right mentor too. Their efforts did not go waste and their success was phenomenal. The small state born on the banks of Tungabhadra River expanded its horizons to the basins of River Krishna towards north and River Kaveri in the south. It erected a strong defensive wall against the northern invaders, revived the unique culture and traditions of southern India. Art and literature gained the prominence in a land free of fear. Society flourished. Fame got spread.

A tourist asked “How Hakka and Bukka did look like?

The Guide replied “Hakka was tall, lean but strong and Bukka was short and fat

The Guide provided some more details on them. Hakka was focused on raising army and expanding the empire and Bukka being a fine administrator, took care of domestic matters and the shouldered the responsibility of building the town of Hampi. Both brothers had unquestionable commitment towards their people and the town they had built. It was their life energy. Even after their death, people did not forget their love for Hampi which led to birth of a legend. Locals believed that ghosts of these two brothers visited the town whenever it was in danger. Their appearance served as a warning to the people to become cautious. One of the tourists mentioned he had read about this in a novel and he felt it was a good fiction. Nodding his approval the Guide continued:

Though their appearance was taken seriously initially, it lost importance in the continued glory, unquestioned supremacy of the later kings of Vijayanagara and their arrogance proved too costly for them in the fifteenth century war”

The war fought at Talikota was against the union of five kingdoms but yet the soldiers in the army of Viajaynagara had outnumbered their counterparts and were expecting a victory like they their numerous wins in the past. But the destiny had a different plan. They lost the war and their king was killed. A two century long glory had come to a sudden end. Magnificent city of Hampi was reduced to ruins in a matter of days.

It would have been a bad time for the ghosts of Hakka-Bukka” said one of the tourists. 

A terrible one” said the Guide with noticeable pain on his face.

Why they did not try to revive the place?” asked a tourist.

The Guide replied “Brief attempts were made but they did not see success as the destructions were devastating. Residents did not have the heart to return to the city they loved and held in pride

He continued “The survivors of the royal family moved to Penugonda and continued to rule from there. But the shine was lost forever”.

He went on to add “Though past residents of Hampi found a new home somewhere else, they did not desert Hampi completely. Even after the extensive destruction, some charm was left in the remains. Fascination for their once beautiful town brought the people back occasionally and the prayers in the temples continued uninterrupted. Many monuments stood test of time and they are mute witness to the rise and fall of Hampi. But they too need some care and protection. If we cannot build things any better, we should protect what is left behind for us

He pointed his finger towards the tower of Virupaksha temple which was coming off in the corners losing its originality and said:

Hakka-Bukka would not have tolerated it”.

It was not just that tower but many of the structures in Hampi were in sorry state and badly needed a revival.

One of the tourists joked “What would ghosts of Hakka-Bukka do now? Will they cry on the boulders of Hampi at night?

The Guide did not respond but looked at the infinite sky in silence. He appeared to be lost in thoughts. Tourists too fell into silence. Some time passed. It was getting dark and the mild touch of cold breeze reminded them it is time to leave. Tourists called it a day to and bid a ‘Good Night’ to each other in the darkness.

It was rainy season ahead. Travelers left Hampi. Some of them wrote to the local Govt. and to UNESCO seeking their attention to the issues at Hampi. Few in authority had met the concerned personnel demanding them to take necessary actions. Some change was about to happen. Local Govt. had decided to revive Hampi and make it a top tourist attraction. They pooled the funds more than they would spend regularly and began their work. Most of Hampi had remained closed for tourists during that work. But the wait was fruitful. Many of the structures got face lift including the tower of temple. It appeared like the whole town of Hampi had got a fresh lease of life.


Then came the summer and the tourists returned as before. But the Guide was nowhere to find. What was his name, he had several of them. At the usual place he was available to tourists; there stood a brand new information center to help them.