Harsha's world

You meet a lot of people during your daily travel. Strangers, yet your companion. This story is about one such companion, Pink.  Pink is a 3-year-old girl. I actually do not know her name. I call her Pink because she has got adorable pink cheeks.  I see her almost every day from my office cab. She stays in an old house near the Frazer town signal. She puts her chin on the window and keeps waving her hand to all the passersby. Some respond back, some don't even notice.  I eagerly watch through my cab window while we pass that signal. Sometimes when I am busy talking with my cab-mates, I repent for not having seen her that day.  One day I am going to my office on my bike. My heart beats faster out of excitement while I wait in that signal to catch a glimpse of Pink. But she isn't seen at the window that day. As the signal turns green everyone starts to rush. There is an undeclared race between the bikers. “Uncle” I hear someone shout from my back. I apply my bike brake...

Basavanapura, a small village en-route from Mysore towards holy town Nanjangood. The village was known for its serenity. River Kabini made the village ever green. Until recently, one had to use the launch boat to cross the river. Passing by vehicles were loaded onto the platform like looking boat to cross the river. After a lot of struggle the government had constructed a bridge here.   Ramu Gowda was a localite.  He worked as an office boy at the village bank.  He loved spending time alone under the bridge. Playing games, singing song, all alone, it was his private space. Siddu was from the nearby Mysore town. He was visiting his uncle, who was recently posted to the village as the bank manager. Siddu and Ramu met each other at a bank function. Acquaintance turned to friendship. Siddu found good company in Ramu. They were often seen hanging out together. Once Ramu took Siddu to his hideout, a small vent by the side of the bridge. This had now become...

ಬಸವನಪುರ ಒಂದು ಪುಟ್ಟ ಊರು. ಮೈಸೂರಿನಿಂದ ಸುಮಾರು ೧೩ ಕಿ ಮಿ ದೂರದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದು ಕಬಿನಿ ನದಿಯ ತಾಣ. ಒಂದು ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಊರನ್ನು ದಾಟಬೇಕಿದ್ದರ ಲಾಂಚ್ (launch ) ಬಳಸಬೇಕಿತ್ತು . ಈಗ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಸೇತುವೆ ಕಟ್ಟಲಾಗಿದೆ . ಸೇತುವೆ ಬಳಿಯ ಜಾಗ ತುಂಬಾ ವಿಸ್ಮಯವಾಗಿದ್ದು ಸದಾ ಹಸಿರಿನಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿರುತ್ತಿತ್ತು ರಾಮು ಗೌಡ ಬಸವನಪುರ ಯುವಕ . ಹಳ್ಳಿಯ ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್  ನಲ್ಲಿ office ಬಾಯ್ . ತುಂಬಾ ಬುದ್ದಿವಂತ ಆದರೆ ಸೊಂಬೇರಿ . ಸೇತುವೆ ಕೆಳಗೆ ಕುಳಿತು ಓಬ್ಬನೆ ಹಾಡಾ ಡುತ್ತ, ಒಬ್ಬನೆ ಚೌಕಾಬಾರ ಆಡುತ್ತಾ  ಸಮಯ ಕಳೆಯುವದು ಇವನ ಹವ್ಯಾಸ. ಸಿದ್ದು ಮೈಸೂರಿನವ. ಇವನ ಮಾವ ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಮ್ಯಾನೇಜರ್ ಆಗಿ ಸಧ್ಯದಲ್ಲೇ ಬಂದವರು . ಸಿದ್ದು ಮಾವನ ಮನೆಗೆ ವಾರಾಂತ್ಯ (weekend ) ಕಳೆಯಲು ಬರಿತಿದ್ದ . ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ನ ಒಂದು ಸಮಾರಂಭದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿದ್ದುಗೆ ರಾಮುವಿನ ಪರಿಚಯವಾಯಿತು . ಪರಿಚಯ ಸ್ನೇಹಕ್ಕೆ ಬೆಳೆಯಿತು . ಸಿದ್ದು, ರಾಮುನ ಭೇಟಿಯಾಗಲೆಂದೇ ಬಸವನಪುರಕ್ಕೆ  ಬರತೊಡಗಿದ ರಾಮು ತನ್ನ 'ಅಡ್ಡ ' ವನ್ನು ಸಿದ್ದುಗೆ ಪರಿಚಯಿಸಿದ್ದ. ಇದು ಈಗ ಇವರಿಬ್ಬರ ಪಾರ್ಟಿ ತಾಣ . ಇವರ ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ 'ತೀರ್ಥಕ್ಷೇತ್ರ' ಸಿದ್ದು , ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಹೀಗೆ ಹಳ್ಳಿಗೆ ಬಂದಾಗ ಅಲ್ಲಿಯ ಸೇತುವೆ ಬಳಿ ಅಪಘಾತ ಆಗಿರುವುದನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ ಚಕಿತನಾದ . ಹಳ್ಳಿಯವರ ದೃಷ್ಟಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇದು  brid...

She always cried when her dad carried her on his shoulder to the school. He had a smile. He muttered, 'drama queen'.  But today as he drops her to the school her cry was the same; Only he could make out the difference. There was worry in his eyes. He muttered 'god   keep her safe' #safeschools #stoprape

Peter was fascinated by the parallel world, another world somewhere in this universe just like us, or may be even better. He quit his job to find one such world. The society branded him insane. His friends exclaimed why on earth you want to find out about another earth Peter was a stubborn kid. He grew up with the stubbornness. He wanted to prove something to the society. During his research he figured out that to search for a parallel world one needs so.ething that can travel faster than light.  Books, universities, professors, internet none of it provided him answer. His frustration grew day by day. His grandpa saw his franstration in the form or dark circles unattended beard. Once well dresses corporate executive now looked like a mad man His grandpa one day asked Peter as to what was bothering him. Mocking his grandpa's academic knowledge his said 'I want something that travels faster than light' With a subtle smile on his face he said thought.. Thoughts travel fast...

I had spent half of my childhood here. Yelling, screaming, rejoicing. I still hear those echoes now. Those desi games that we played here, those fights I had here just passed by my mind. Those huge copper urns always fascinated me. The scar on my hand, the Scar, still reminded me how angry the Maha Darshari was when I tried to open the urn's seal. 15 years hence and I had decided to do my thesis on this very temple. May be it was that childhood fantasy of mine to know what is  in those urns. I had studied so much about Indian culture and never seen a caste, sect, religion, tribe worship an urn, sealed urn. I started off with an apology to the Vāsaṇa prabhu as we referred to it, loosely translated to urn god. Apology was that ‘oh god forgive me, forgive me for the fact that I will unravel the mystery inside you’. With a small pause I said 'bless me' The temple had history. It was the royal temple; it belonged to the Maharaja of Thane. The priests once were t...

Engrossed, we played the water rugby, the dried leaves in the pool looked like fishes. After a while I noticed that the leaves are all gone. “Pretty good pool purifier they have”, I remarked. “Goooaalll” remarked Ranjitha. My attention was on my legs, I see a leaf imprint, from within the skin, moving deep in

Teleporter, their greatest invention. They wanted to gift it to their teacher their mentor, on his birthday. Their guru opened his eyes for the alarm ring.  Two young girls rushed screaming. Behind them was the spiked hair young boy with a huge gift box in his hands. It read “happy tutu appa- Sum, Sim, Gav”

She joined FBI for a reason, find her father’s murderer. Through those glasses she could not only see things better but also read mind. Hundreds’ of cases hence she solved. Special was her respected boss. He had mastered the art of forgetting things. So had he done with the incident where he killed her father?

It took her five years to come out of the shock; her husband meant everything to her. Whenever she saw him in uniform she felt proud. Same was the feeling when she saw him in the coffin. 15 years have gone by and it is her son’s turn. After all patriotism is in his blood.

The Swami predicted that world shall come to an end on 1-1-2009 00:00:00. Everyone worried as his predictions never ever went wrong. As everyone were about to rejoice at 1-1-2009 00:00:00 as they felt the Swami was wrong this time, a killer flash ripped through. His prediction had come true but late by 1 second .

Car stopped in front of the very famous Taj. Three people got down from it. The security watched them with suspicion. They took out something, as it was too foggy he could not make out what they had in hand. They walked up to him and said “It is too cold. Have this hot bullet.” A tribute to all those you lost life in Mubai terror attack. Salutations to those brave hearts who dared to fight against the terrorists.

She started to find joy in that pain. It was a few months since it started, it increased with time and she knew it would worsen in the days to come, but still she wanted to feel the pain and enjoy the experience. After they decided to have a baby, everyday was a new experience.

Their friendship had matured into love; neither of them knew it, they shared everything, every pain every happiness. He said he wants to get married and his parents are looking for bride. She was hurt, she also registered herself in matrimony for marriage, His marriage was finally fixed, his parents arranged his marriage with her.

Friday performance review was good from their side but manager expressed dissatisfaction.” Come Monday I shall take a decision” he said. Monday they entered their cubicle with fear, they had a letter on the desk. They knew it was their contract termination letter. It read "congratulations you are now permanent employees with us." Signed Manager.

Two months of agony, pain, protest and hunger strike had come to the end, finally the request was promised to be fulfilled next day. She had a sleepless night. Morning she woke up early and eagerly waited. Trin trin, her father finally came home with a new bicycle for the kid. Her smile touched ears.

Both were standing in front of each other, it was not the first time but this occasion was special. Last one month was tough time for them. They never thought they will ever meet again. Fear of separation was still there in them. Screen came down, they exchanged garland. Their marriage was now a reality.

They were childhood friends. They hadn’t seen each other since 12 years but they were in touch. He loved her very much. She was unaware of it. He bought roses on her 24th birthday. He walked up to her and with trembling voice he said “Will you marry me?” Her childhood dream had come true.

She fell in love with that distant relative in her mother’s funeral. She searched hard but couldn’t find him again. She thought only way she could meet him again was in another family funeral where he would definitely come. Her obsession was greater than her father’s love. She met him again in her father’s funeral.

I can dream my past and change things what I have done. That is why I can escape from murders which I commit. Today I am in jail because I couldn't sleep yesterday. But there is always today night where I can dream and wipe out the clues I have left when I murdered her