the dog knows not its a dog

like a dog that gets caught in the middle of a traffic,running helter skelter, escaping each colission by a whisker,and lands up on the footpath at last, relieved to be alive,too happy to be breathing..and then realises it is on a new road ,a road it had never seen before,a strange new road.too afraid to trace back, it..it decides to take the new road ..until the next traffic comes.
i live..nay i just survive.

one hour @cobbler's shop.

Perhaps a cobbler working on a torn shoe is the best example of life in its full brutality, blunt and true. the despondency with which the “customer” throws his slipper, the alacrity with which the cobbler takes hold of it in his both hands as if a doctor were checking his patient for injuries, the stingy and ruthless bargain that follows for that extra rupee, the reluctant concession, brimful of contempt. a fistful of disdain. a demand to sew it in black thread to avoid detection, his wry smile. his trembling hands pierce the worn out sole,as I watch detached.he tucks the flagging leather in,i watch.he finishes his operation and places it near my foot.i wear hand him a coin and just when i turn and get ready to lose this small stop in the midst of more important and significant events i hear a voice "maga joda sari hoythaa"(son,does the shoe fit properly")i nod my head dumbly and whizz past as my engine screamed at the top of its voice.

an ode to greatness-MN

yesterday happened to be MN's birthday.i wish i had his no.wanted to tell him that he shaped our lives,kindered thousands of souls like mine.i usually dont confess influences but boy,he has changed me rather made me,i seriously dont know where MN ends and i begin in my life.he taught me how to think.what amazed me was his versatility i have seen people brilliant in their domains but the universe is his domain.talk about literature,medicine,sociology..u name it he knows its depths. his sense of humour is outstanding,and those were not cheeky remarks or pjs he made but his masterful play with words and stupendous analogies that made us laugh.he had his own analogies for everything.hysteresis curve-totapuri mango,simple kuduk motion(shm).....
if u have lived in mysore and not listened to him u have missed something.long back niki had written something about good teachers,i didnt know how to reply to it then but now i realise ..perhaps a great teacher is one who can make his absence felt long after u have passed out from his classes, when u exclaim i wish he were to explain this...u know u have met one