Sunday, September 20, 2015

Fiction : Pallavi my Saviour

   


This was my first night trek.  I was told, night treks are always on a  full-moon day.   This trek was to a place called Brahmagiri near Nandi hills.  I have been trekking for the last 2 years.  Even though I am not very regular, I enjoy these treks.  Our trekking leader was Mudassar Khan.  Mudassar is the founder of this group.  With his long hair and goaty beard, he’s a handsome man in his thirties.  He plans his trekking very meticulously  and everything works with clock precision..  This trekking group is a non-profitable organisation, and anyone who has good experience can be ‘leaders’.  Each leader has a style.    I generally go to every trek arranged by Mudassar.  I have also been to trekking organized by other leaders.  Pallavi and Patrick are the other two.  With Pallavi, I have been to the toughest trek,  a place called Kumara Parvata.  Pallavi is a wonderful lady.  She’s  very talkative, a very talented singer,  makes trekking a very humorous experience.  When I first saw her , I doubted whether she could finish the trek – with her frail body. She has amazing stamina and treks regularly.  She got married recently, Alas !  I couldnot attend her marriage.  Patrick has a different style.  he’s a very fast paced trekker.  Not knowing Kannada, which is essential when we visit small places, he struggles.  To keep to his style, he runs and pushes everyone to be fast.  Luckily for me, I went to a place called Nijagal, which was easy.  A group has normally 10 to 20 persons, all are connected through google group.  So much for introduction. Normally I am the oldest man in any trek.  Usually slow, but I am determined and complete.  I trek to check my stamina and mental condition.  I  started enjoying this so much that  I too am co-organizer now, and lead their initiative for blood donation.


       Back to this particular trek now, This trek was only for one night.  We took the 5:30 train from Bangalore to Chikballapur. After we got down at Nandigram, it was jeep journey for around 5 kms to reach base camp.   There was  a small hotel where many bought  food.  I carried it, thanks to my wife.  It was already pretty dark.  As usual, after customary introduction session, Mudassar briefed about this trekking.  He said it is classified as ‘Easy’ , It contains  a small dense forest, grassland and then rocky terrain.  He told since it is night, everyone was  to stay together.     First person has to use a torch and be careful about any abnormalities.  He also suggested to avoid using torch  as much as possible and enjoy natural moon light.   It was around 9 in the night, his estimation was that we would reach the peak by 1 in night. There was a temple and we could use it as a shelter.   There can be snakes and other wild animals, nothing very terrifying but one need to be careful.  As I mentioned, this was my first night trek and was little worried.   Except Mudassar, I couldn’t see anyone familiar and that is how this treks usually are.  All are new and carry no baggage.    We started to ascend, moving out of the village.  We could see Brahmagiri’s top, I thought max distance could be 4 KM.  Sky was looking very beautiful, so many stars and a full moon.  You can never see such a beautiful sky in the city.  Moon light was almost like day light.  Initial terrain was rocky and we could see every one  moving up briskly.  Within 1 Km of the stretch it became clear who is fast and who has energy.  I was slow and slightly falling behind the group.  All the time trying to catch-up with the group.  This is normal in any trek.   Normally there are first timers who would accompany me.  This time it looked like  most of them are experienced and all of them are very fast.   After one KM on a fairly plain boulder, it was our first break,  we all ate.  Contrary to normal Saturday night eating I was eating only 2 chapathis.  I know it is difficult to climb, with heavy stomach.  Anyway I had to carry my extra 20 kms weight J..  After 15-20 mins of break, we started again.  Mudassar warned us, now we are entering a thick forest with big trees.  Inside this it would be dark and there are chances of being lost along the way and he wanted everyone to stay together.  We started, I am always amazed by his knowledge.  He seems to know so many treks like back of his hand.   Within 200 meters it was dense forest, but luckily there was a clear trail. Everyone had torches. Most of us switched it on and started moving.  I always felt why all others go so fast, my consolation was that I am oldest of the group and that is possibly excuse to be slow, another half-a-km.. I am falling behind.  I keep shouting ‘go slow’ they stop and again start.  Inside this forest, visibility is almost zero and we had to depend on our battery.    We trekked for another 1 km but clearly I was drifting  away.  I could see the torch lights but nothing else.  Since it was clear trail, I was confident to follow the trail.  I also knew sometimes there were multiple ways and by practice, others who move forward would mark an arrow with available sticks , to show the direction.  Now it is becoming much darker, I thought it was hazy too. Hardly could see some torch lights.  I followed the trail and tried to move as fast as possible but still unable to catch them. One  trail was forking, I use my torch to check, there is no marking.  Confused as to which trail is correct,  I took a trail I thought was going up.  Walked another 100 meters, couldn’t spot anyone.  I was not sure whether I followed the correct trail or not.  My torch was getting dimmer, probably cells are slowly discharged, I checked the time it is 11:55 p.m.   I continued walking, hoping I will be able to catch up, the new worry being whether I have taken wrong trail.    Another 5 mins my battery is totally dead.  Luckily the forest is becoming thinner and leading to a grassland.. Visibility improved and now I can see stars and moon .  It is also clear, I have lost out of the group and couldn't see anyone.  Knowing Mudassar, it must be a break time, they would have checked and found that  I am totally lost.   Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound behind me.  I turned back, Arre!  it is Pallavi with a smile on her face !  I am surprised because she was not there in the group, during introduction session .  She is quite a familiar person to me. When I ask her where she was during introduction.. she mumbles, I couldn’t understand.  Anyway I am happy I found at least one person for my company.  I knew she treks slowly like me.  She just gestured to follow her and she would show me the way. I started asking her about her newly married life and profession,  she is unusually silent this time.  I am also not in a mood to talk since I am tired and eagerly wanting to  join the group.  Pallavi is an experienced trekker and I am sure she will find a way.  She moved forward and I followed.  After another KM, now I was faster than her and over took her.  At last, I could see the group, in my excitement I ran to join the group.  Mudassar is standing and he is also relieved to see me.  I explained I lost my way and somehow I could join them with the help of Pallavi, he says ‘Pallavi, are you sure?,. again he says –‘Are you sure, you were helped by Pallavi? Did you not hear the news? She died in an accident ?!!' .  My blood turned to ice, stunned, I turned back to show him that it was indeed Pallavi.  No… there is no one there  ! who was it that helped me then?!!



Sunday, September 6, 2015

ಗುರವೇ ನಮ :

ನಾನೊಬ್ಬ ಅಸಾಮ.  ಅತೀ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಮನುಷ್ಯ.  ಆಷ್ಟೇನು ಓದದ, ತಿಳುವಳಿಕೆ ಇರದ, ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಮನುಷ್ಯ. ಸಿಕ್ಕ ವೇದಿಕೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಡುವ,ಮಾತುನಾಡುವ ಅವಕಾಶ ಬಿಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.    ನನಗನಿಸಿದ್ದನ್ನು Facebookನಲ್ಲಿ, ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಕಡೆ ಬರೆಯುವುದು ಹವ್ಯಾಸ.  ಇದೆಲ್ಲಾ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಎಂದು ಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ದುಸ್ಸಾಹಸ ಮಾಡಲಾರೆ.  ಇಂತಹದೇ ಸಂದರ್ಬ teachers day ಬಗ್ಗೆ  impromptu ಮಾತಾಡಬೇಕಾಯ್ತು.  ಮಾತಾಡಿದ್ದು  ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷ ಆದರೂ ಅನಿಸಿದ್ದು ನೂರಾರು.  ಅದನ್ನೇ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ.

Teachers day ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನಮಗಲ್ಲರಿಗೆ ತಿಳಿದಿದೆ. ಡಾ. ಸರ್ವಪಲ್ಲಿ ರಾಧಾಕೃಷ್ಣನ್ ಅವರ ಹುಟ್ಟುಹಬ್ಬ.  ಗುರುಗಳಿಗೆ ವಂದನೆ ಸಲ್ಲಿಸುವುದು ಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯ.  ಮಕ್ಕಳೆಲ್ಲಾ ಸೇರಿ ಇಷ್ಟವೋ, ಕಷ್ಟವೋ ಒಂದಿಷ್ಟು ದುಡ್ಡು ಸೇರಿಸಿ chocolate ಅಥವಾ ಹೂವು ತಂದು ಕೊಡುವುದು.  ಕೆಲವೊಂದು ಕಡೆ, ಟೀಚರ್ಸೇ ಏನು, ಹೇಗೆ ಮಾಡಬೇಕು ಎಂದು ಸೂಚಿಸಿ, ಗೌರವ ತೆಗೆದು ಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾರೆ !

ಗುರುವೇ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮ, ಗುರುವೇ ವಿಷ್ಣು, ಗುರುವೇ ಮಹದೇಶ್ವರ ( ಯಾಕೆ ಮೂರು ದೇವರು ಎಂದಿರಾ ?  ಮತ್ತೆ ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟು ಜಾತಿ, ಉಪಜಾತಿ, ಪಂಗಡಗಳಿವೆ.. ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಅನ್ವಯಿಸುವುದು ಬೇಡವೇ ! ) ಎಂದು ಅನಾದಿಯಿಂದ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದು ನಮ್ಮ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿ.  ಹಿಂದೆ, ಗುರುಕುಲ ಪದ್ದತಿ ಇತ್ತಂತೆ.  ವಿಧ್ಯಾರ್ಥಿಗಳನ್ನು ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಕಳುಹಿಸುತ್ಥಿದ್ದರು.  ಸುಮಾರು 12 -15 ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಸತತ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ.  ಮೊದಲೆರಡು ವರ್ಷ ಕೇವಲ ಕೆಲಸ.  ದನಕ್ಕೆ ಮೇವು ಕೊಡುವುದು, ಕಸ ಗುಡಿಸುವುದು, ಒಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಗುರುಗಳ, ಗುರುಕುಲದ ಸೇವೆ ಮಾಡುವುದು.  ನಿಸ್ವಾರ್ಥ ಸೇವೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲ ಪಾಠ. ಆನಂತರ, ಗುರುಗಳದೇ syllabus, ಅವರದೇ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ !.   ಈ ವ್ಯವಸ್ಥೆಯನ್ನೇ Macaulay ಬುಡಮೇಲು ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು...  ಇದಿಷ್ಟೂ ಕೇಳಿದ್ದು,..ಓದಿದ್ದು.

ಇನ್ನು ನನ್ನೊಬ್ಬ ಗುರುಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬರೆಯೋಣ ಅಂತ.  ಇವರು ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೌಢಶಾಲೆಯ Geometry ಮೇಷ್ಟ್ರು.  ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಬೊಕ್ಕತಲೆ, ಯಾವಾಗಲೂ ಬಿಳಿ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಅರ್ಧ ತೋಳಿನ ಷರ್ಟ್. ಇವರ ಜ್ನಾನ ಅಪಾರ.  ಅವರು ಕೊಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಲೆಕ್ಕಗಳು ಒಂದು ರೀತಿ ತಲೆ ಒಳಗೆ ಕೈ ಹಾಕಿ ಪರಪರ ಅಂತ ಕೆರೆದುಬಿಡುತಿದ್ದವು. ಈಗಲು ನೆನಪಿದೆ, ಒಂದು ಸರ್ಕಸ್ ಟೆಂಟೀನ volume ಲೆಕ್ಕ  ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು.  ಈ ಟೆಂಟು ಒಂದು ಸಿಲಿಂಡರ್ ಮೇಲಿಟ್ಟಿರುವ ಕೋನ್ ತರಹ ಎಂದು ತಿಳಿಯಬೇಕಿತ್ತು. ಇದು ಕೇವಲ ಗಣಿತ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಅಲ್ಲ.  ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಕಪ್ಪು ಹಲಗೆಯಲ್ಲಿ thought for the day ಬರೆದಿದ್ದೆ..  . 'ಸರಸವೇ ಜನನ, ವಿರಸವೇ ಮರಣ, ಸಮರಸವೇ ಜೀವನ' ಅಂತ.  ಬಂದವರೇ ಕೇಳಿದ್ದು ಯಾರಿಗಾದರೂ ಈ ಪದ್ಯ ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿ ಬರುತ್ತದೆಯ ಎಂದು.  ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.  ಅವರೇ ತಮ್ಮ ಗುಂಡಗಿನ ಕೈಅಕ್ಷರದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣ ಪದ್ಯ ಬರೆದರು.  ಇನೂಮ್ಮೆ ಪ್ರರ್ಥನಾ ಸಭೆಯಲ್ಲಿ,  ಪ್ರಾಂಶುಪಾಲರು, ಉತ್ತರಾಯಣ ಪುಣ್ಯಕಾಲದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಯಾವುದಾದರೂ ಶಿಕ್ಷಕರು ಹೇಳಿ ಎಂದಾಗ, ಮತ್ತೆ ಇವರದೇ ನಿರರ್ಗಳ ಭಾಷಣ. ಇದೇ ರೀತಿ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಕೈಲಾಸಂ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಒಂದು ನಾಟಕ ಮಾಡಿ ತೋರಿಸಿದ್ದರು !  ಯಾವುದೇ ಪೂರ್ವಸಿದ್ದತೆ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಯಾವುದೇ ವಿಷಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಮಾತನಾಡಬಲ್ಲ ಚತುರತೆ ಇವರದ್ದು.  ಅವರ ಪ್ರಾಸ ಬದ್ದ ಮಾತುಗಳು ಇಂದಿಗೂ ಅಚ್ಚಳಿಯದೆ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲಿದೆ. 'ಇಂದು (ಮತಿ) ನೀನು ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಉತ್ತರಿಸುವುದು ಎಂದು?!'  " ಕೀರ್ತಿ ನೀನು ಲೆಕ್ಕ ಮಾಡುವುದು ಯಾವಾಗ ಪೂರ್ತಿ?!" " ಶಂಕರ ಏನು ಇದು ನಿನ್ನ ಹಾಂಡ್ ರೈಟಿಂಗ್ ಭಯಂಕರ"...ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಸಹಪಾಠಿಗಳು ಹೇಳಿದ್ದ ಪ್ರತ್ಯುತ್ತರ 'ಪಿ, ಎಸ್,ಸಿ ನೀವು ಬರದಿದ್ದರೆ ವಾಸಿ' ಅಂತ.  ಅವರ ಹೆಸರು ಪಿ ಎಸ್ ಚಿದಂಬರ ಮೂರ್ತಿ ಎಂದು..  ಅವರ ಮಗ ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತ.  ಕೊನೆಯ ಬಾರಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದಾಗ " ಪಿ ಎಸ್ ಸಿ ಕಾಲ ವಶವರದು" ಎಂದು ಹೇಳಿದ್ದ.  ಕಾಲಾಯ ತಸ್ಮೈ ನಮ:. ..

ಎಲ್ಲ ಗುರುಗಳಿಗೆ ನನ್ನದೊಂದು ದೊಡ್ಡ ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ. ನಿಮ್ಮ ಜ್ನಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಶರಣು. ಗುರವೇ ನಮಃ