ಮಂಗಳವಾರ, ಜುಲೈ 29, 2008

ನಗು ಅತ್ತ ದಿನ...(ಪುಟಾಣಿ ಕತೆ-2)

ಅದೊಂದು ದಿನ...
ನಗು ಅತ್ತಿತು.
ಅದನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ ಅಳು ಗಾಬರಿಯಾಗಿ ನಕ್ಕಿತು.

ಒಂದೇ ದಿನದೊಳಗೆ ಇಡೀ ಜಗತ್ತು ಬದಲಾಯಿತು.
ಜನ ನಗುವಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲ ಅಳತೊಡಗಿದರು.
ಅಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದವರೆಲ್ಲ ನಗಲು ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದರು.

ಮಾಷ್ಟ್ರು ಹುಡುಗನಿಗೆ ನಾಲ್ಕರ ಮಗ್ಗಿ ತಪ್ಪು ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಅಡಿಕೊಲಿನಿಂದ ಗಂಟಿಗೆರದು ಕೊಟ್ಟರು. ಹುಡುಗ ಜೋರಾಗಿ ಗಳಗಳನೆ ನಕ್ಕ.
ಚರ್ಚಿನ ಕನ್ೞೆಶನ್ ಬಾಕ್ಸ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಪಾದ್ರಿಗಳಿಗೆ ನಗು ನಗುತ್ತ ದುಃಖ ತೋಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವವರು ಕಂಡು ಬಂದರು. ಕಾಮಿಡಿ ಸೀರಿಯಲ್ಲುಗಳು ಧಿಡೀರನೆ ನಿಂತು ಹೋದವು.
ಲಾಫಿಂಗ್ ಕ್ಲಬ್ಬುಗಳ ತುಂಬಾ ಹ್ಹಹ್ಹಹ್ಹ ಬದಲು ಅಳುವವರ ಆಕ್ರಂದನ ಮುಗಿಲು ಮುಟ್ಟಿತು.

ಸತ್ತಾಗ ಜನ ನಗತೊಡಗಿದರು.
ಮಗು ಹುಟ್ಟಿದಾಗ ಅಳತೊಡಗಿದರು.
ಸತ್ತ ಹೆಣದ ಮುಂದೆ "ಹ್ಹ...ಹ್ಹ...ಹ್ಹೆಹ್ಹೆ ...ಹ್ಹಹ್ಹ... ಹೋಗ್ಬಿಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಪ್ಪಾ" ಅಂತ ಹೌಸ್ಫುಲ್ ನಗು.

ಇದನ್ನೆಲ್ಲಾ ನೋಡಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಪಟ್ಟೆ ಕನ್ಫ್ಯೂಸ್ ಆದದ್ದು ಸಾವಿಗೆ.
ಜನ ಸಾಯುವಾಗ ನಗುತ್ತಾರೆ ಅಂತ ತಿಳಿದಾಕ್ಷಣ
ಸಾವು ಅಳಲು ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿತು!!
ಹಾಗೂ
ಅದು ನಿಜವಾಗಲೂ ಅತ್ತಿತು!!

ಸೋಮವಾರ, ಜುಲೈ 21, 2008

ಕಟಕಟೆ ಕೋಣೆಯಾದರೆ


ಕಟಕಟೆ
ಕೋಣೆಯಾದರೆ
ಸಬೂಬುಗಳು
ಸಾಬೀತಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ

ಆಡಿಸಿದ ಗೋಣು
ಗೇಣಿ ಕೇಳುತ್ತದೆ
ಒಂಟಿ ದಸಕತ್ತಿಗೆ
ಬೆಲೆಯಿಲ್ಲ

ಕಾಂಕ್ರೀಟು
ತೋಳುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ದಿವ್ಯಸನ್ನಿಧಿ
ನಲುಗಿದರೆ
ಉಸಿರು ಹುಟ್ಟುವುದಿಲ್ಲ

ಬುಧವಾರ, ಜುಲೈ 9, 2008

ಪ್ರಣತಿಯ ಬೆಳಕಿಗೆ ಕಾದವ (ಪುಟಾಣಿ ಕತೆ-1)

(ಇತ್ತೀಚೆಗೆ ಒಂದಷ್ಟು ಪುಟಾಣಿ ಕತೆಗಳನ್ನು ಬರೆದೆ. ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಇದೂ ಒಂದು)

ಅವಳು "ಪ್ರಣತಿ"

ಸಾವಿರ ಕಾರ್ತಿಕೋತ್ಸವದ ಬೆಳಕನ್ನು ತನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಬಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟುಕೊಂಡವಳು. ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದ ಗರ್ಭಗುಡಿಯ ಮುಂಬಾಗಿಲಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರತಿ ದಿನವೂ ಎರಡು ಹಣತೆ ಬೆಳಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದವಳು.

ಅವನು "ಅವನೇ"

ಕಾರ್ತಿಕೋತ್ಸವದ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ತೇರಲ್ಲಿ ಕಳೆದುಹೋದವ. ಪ್ರಣತಿಯ ಬೆಳಕಿಗಾಗಿ ಹಪಹಪಿಸಿದವ. ಪ್ರತಿ ದಿನವೂ ಗರ್ಭಗುಡಿಯ ಮುಂದಿನ ಬೆಳಕಲ್ಲಿ ಉಳಿದು ಹೋದವ. ಅವಳು ಹಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟ ದೀಪ ದಿನವೂ ಆರಿ ಹೋಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾಗ ಗುಟ್ಟಾಗಿ ಎಣ್ಣೆ ಸುರಿದವ.

ಒಂದು "ಮುಂಜಾನೆ"
ಆತ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋದಾಗ ಪ್ರಣತಿ ಉರಿಯುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಮಾಸಿದ ತಿಬಿಲೆ, ಬಿಳಿಯೆಲ್ಲ ಕಪ್ಪಾಗಿದ್ದ ಬತ್ತಿ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಅಲ್ಲಿದ್ದದ್ದು. ಆತ ಪ್ರಣತಿಯ ಬೆಳಕಿಗೆ ಕಾದ. ಕೈಯಲಿದ್ದ ಎಣ್ಣೆಯ ಡಬ್ಬಿ ಹಾಗೇ ಉಳಿಯಿತು.

ರಾತ್ರಿಯಾಯಿತು, ಬೆಳಗಾಯಿತು. ವರುಷಗಳು ಉರುಳಿದವು. ಆದರೂ ಆತನ ಮೊಗದ ಕಾತರ ಕರಗಲಿಲ್ಲ.


ಕೊನೆಗೊಂದು ದಿನ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತಿದ್ದ ಆತ ದೇವರಾದ!

ನೋಡ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದಂತೆ ಪ್ರಣತಿ ಆತನ ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆಳಗಿತು!

"ಕನ್ನಡಿ ಒಳಗೆ ಗಳಗನಾಥರಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ "- ಇಂಗ್ಲೀಷಲ್ಲಿ

(ಜೋಗಿ ಅವರು ಬರೆದ ಕತೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಕಾಡುವುದು-"ಕನ್ನಡಿ ಒಳಗೆ ಗಳಗನಾಥರಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ ". ಆ ಕತೆ ಉಂಟು ಮಾಡುವ ತವಕ-ತಲ್ಲಣ ನಮ್ಮೊಳಗೆ ಉಳಿಯುತ್ತದೆ, ಬೆಳೆಯುತ್ತದೆ. ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಅನುವಾದ ಸ್ಪರ್ಧೆಯೊಂದಕ್ಕೆ ಉಜಿರೆ ಎಸ್ಡಿಎಂ ಕಾಲೇಜಿನ ಇಂಗ್ಲೀಷ್ ಉಪನ್ಯಾಸಕ ಮಿಥುನ್ ಚಕ್ರವರ್ತಿ ಈ ಕತೆಯನ್ನು "Galaganatha did not find himself in the Mirror" ಎನ್ನುವ ಹೆಸರಲ್ಲಿ ಅನುವಾದಿಸಿದ್ದರು. ಜೋಗಿ ಕೂಡ ಅನುವಾದವನ್ನು ಇಷ್ಟಪಟ್ಟಿದ್ದರು. ನೀವೂ ಓದಿ ನೋಡಿ. ಅನುವಾದ ಓದಿ ಇಷ್ಟವಾದರೆ, ಪ್ರತಿಕ್ರಿಯೆಯಾಗಿ ನಿಮ್ಮ ನಾಲ್ಕು ಸಾಲುಗಳಿರಲಿ)


Galaganatha did not find himself in the mirror

--by: Girish Rao(Jogi)

--Translation: Mithun Chakravarty

Galaganatha was startled.
As usual when he stood in front of the mirror, he couldn’t see his reflection. He felt his eyes had grown dim and therefore rubbed them. Still he could not see him. He was frightened and looked outside the window. Far in the distance, the healthy hillock with majesty, the palm tree grown over it without anybody’s obligation, the Choudeshwari temple under it, the Renje tree well attired in grey flowers, the anonymous brook running under it….. everything looked quite clear.

Again he looked into the mirror. He could see the mirror, but there was no Galaganatha in it. The mirror that showed the objects in inverted mode was so indifferent that day that it behaved as if Galaganatha was not standing there. This thought really started torturing his conscience. He raised his arm, took his towel out of his shoulder and held it in front of the mirror. He took a step back. Standing there, he gazed to check if other things were visible in the mirror.

The mirror reflected everything except Galaganatha. When he bent, the tiled roof, the cot at a side glance, all looked apparent. Galaganatha felt insulted that the mirror hesitated to show him. Standing in front of the mirror, Galaganatha started thinking if he had done anything wrong. In the kitchen, his wife who was cooking was angry and was beating her third daughter. The first daughter was getting ready for the college and was literally waiting for Galaganatha to finish his shaving and vacate the place aft the mirror. When Galaganatha was peering into the mirror like a suspecting animal, his daughter felt annoyed to see this and irritably said, ‘Oh! appa, it’s enough. Please come aside, I have to go to college.’

Galaganatha stood afar and watched his daughter getting ready with her make-up. Her gestures conveyed that she was looking her image adoringly in the mirror. She parted her lips, applied lipstick and pressed both her lips on one another, furnishing the corners with the hem of a towel. She opened her eyes exorbitantly wide, applied kajol and made up her hair on the forehead. The mirror was swallowing her slowly. If what is happening right now is true, his very attempt of seeing in the mirror before, itself is a lie. The mirror rejecting him also might be a lie. ‘Let me see!’ uttered Galaganatha and jumped in front of the mirror. The suddenness of his jump frightened his daughter and she was angry.

Galaganatha was not visible in the mirror to Galaganatha. Why is father today standing in front of the mirror for long? With surprise and anxiety, the daughter asked, ‘What happened to your face, appa? Didn’t you sleep in the night? See your eyes! How red they have become!’ Galaganatha was really frightened now. ‘Why? What has happened?’ he asked anxiously. ‘I really cannot see your face…..You go to the mirror and look for yourself!’ Saying this, the daughter held her books and ran towards the street.

* * *
On the whole day, the mirror affair literally troubled Galaganatha. All the people who met him asked, ‘Are! Why have you become like this? Are you not in good health?’ and tormented him. When he stood in front of the mirror to see how he looked, he couldn’t see him. Galaganatha felt that the mirror in the house had deceived him and he went to his usual barber Govinda’s shop. Govinda had decorated his whole shop with mirrors. They were arranged in such an order that one face looked like ten, twenty…….

Govinda made him sit on the chair. Galaganatha was startled once more. He could see only the chair and not Galaganatha, the giant occupant of the chair. Further, he heard the sound of Govinda’s scissors on his head. The cut hair from his head started falling on his body. But the mirror was silent and numb. He felt the mirror was angry on him and was further scared. Immediately he got a troubling doubt whether he existed or not. To ensure, he bent and looked into his hands, legs and stomach. Govinda immediately caught his head and proceeded with his hair cutting.

After paying Govinda, Galaganatha came out. He developed a tremendous suspicion whether he was visible to the world or not. Has nobody faced such a problem? If I go to a doctor, will I get medicine to this? Is it the problem of sight or the mirror? He strangely recalled Shastriji at the same time. Shastri is a great Pundit. He knows both Astrology and Ayurveda. Without taking bath, one should not approach him. Galaganatha came running to his house and took bath. He expected that his face could be seen at least in the tumbler of hot water while bathing. The water in the tumbler was shimmering, but showed nobody’s face.

* * *
Galaganatha did not spell his problem with Shastri. He was perplexed how he should say to Shastri that he couldn’t see himself in the mirror. Casually he spoke about his cough, back pain…… and enquired about the bridegroom for his first daughter. While coming out, Galaganatha asked at last, ‘Shastriji, I met one of my old acquaintances before two days. His problem is unique. He cannot see himself in the mirror though he stands in front of it!’ Shastriji without even thinking once said, ‘During such time, it is like that!’ and hurried inside the house.

During Such time means What time? Did he say about old age, the time of death? When we die, the body doesn’t live, only mind keeps wandering. In that case am I dead? But why am I visible to others? Am I dead for me and living for them? Is it possible to be like that? Can one live only to others? If I am alive to myself and dead for others, will I be able to see myself?

Galaganatha thinking the same came to his house. At last, he wanted to stand in front of the mirror. He expected, ‘Possibly, now I may see myself!’ With this, he came to the gateway, washed his legs and knocked the door. The door opened. Straight away, he went to the mirror and stood in front of it. He didn’t see anyone in the mirror. He probed deep into the mirror and saw slowly the face of his wife. Galaganatha turned back. His wife had just taken bath and had tied the towel on her hair and was applying vermilion powder on the forehead. Galaganatha was just in front and the wife showed no sign of recognition and he felt scared. He tried to utter something, but didn’t. The wife undoing the knot of her hair asked her daughter, ‘Where has your father gone? The daughter who was playing dice with the wild nuts said, ‘I don’t know!’
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ಮಂಗಳವಾರ, ಜುಲೈ 1, 2008

ನೆನಪಾದಳು ಶಾಕುಂತಲೆ

ನೆನಪಾದಳು ಶಾಕುಂತಲೆ
ಅರವತ್ತರ ಹರೆಯದಲ್ಲಿ
ಎಲ್ಲಿರುವಳು ಆಕೆಯೀಗ?

ತೆರಳಬೇಕೆಂದಿದ್ದೇನೆ ಅತ್ತ
ತಿರುಕನಂತೆ, ಅಲೆಮಾರಿಯಂತೆ


ಆವತ್ತು ಹಸಿ-ಬಿಸಿ ಬಯಕೆಗಳಿದ್ದವು
ಬಿಸಿಯುಸಿರು ಮೊಗವ ತಾಕಿದಾಗ ಸಂತಸವಾಗುತ್ತಿತ್ತು
ಆ ಮುಂಗುರುಳ ಚೆಲುವೆಯ ಜೊತೆ
ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ಕಡೆ ಅಡ್ಡಾಡಿದ್ದೆ ನಾನು
ನಿದ್ದೆಯಿಲ್ಲದ ರಾತ್ರಿಗಳು, ಮನದ ತುಂಬಾ ಕನಸುಗಳು
ಗಾಂಧಿ, ಲೋಹಿಯಾ, ಬುದ್ಧ ಯಾರೂ ರುಚಿಸುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ
ಕೂತಾಗ-ನಿಂತಾಗ ಆಕೆ "ನೆನಪೇ" ಆಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದಳು

ಅರಳಿರುವ ಹೂವು
ನೀಲ-ನಿರ್ಮಲ ಆಕಾಶ
ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ತೋರಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದಳು ಆಕೆ
ಆಶಾವಾದಿಯಾಗಬೇಕಂತೆ
ಬಾಡಿ ಹೋದ ಹೂ-ಬಳ್ಳಿ, ಕಪ್ಪನೆಯ ಮೋಡ
ಆಕೆಗೆ ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ
ತಲೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಸಮಾಜ, ತತ್ವ, ಆದರ್ಶ
ಎನ್ನುತ್ತಿದ್ದವಳು ಕೊನೆಗೆ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಾದರೂ ಏನು?
ಸುಂದರ-ಸುಮಧುರ ವಂಚನೆ

ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ದಿನ ಸಿಗರೇಟುಗಳ ಸುಡಲಿ
ಬೆಚ್ಚಗಿನ ಹೊಗೆ ಕೆಂಡವ ಆರಿಸಿತೇ?
ವಿಸ್ಕಿಯ ಗುಟುಕು ಗಂಟಲಿನಿಂದ ಕೆಳಗಿಳಿಯುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ
ಒಡಲು ಸುಟ್ಟು ಹೋಗಿದೆ
ವಯಸ್ಸು, ದೇಹ, ಎರಡೂ ಕರಗುತ್ತಿದೆ
ಮನಸ್ಸೂ ಕೂಡಾ

ಸಜ್ಜನನಾಗಬೇಕೆಂದಿದ್ದೇನೆ, ನಿರ್ಮಲನಾಗಬೇಕೆಂದಿದ್ದೇನೆ
ಬಿರಿದ ತುಟಿಗಳು, ಉರಿದ ಒಡಲು
ಉಫ್......ಸಾಕಪ್ಪಾ ಸಾಕು
ನೆಮ್ಮದಿ ಬೇಕಾಗಿದೆ, ಚಿರ ವಿಶ್ರಾಂತಿಯೆಡೆಗೆ ಸಾಗಬೇಕಿದೆ
ಆದರೂ ಆಕೆ ನೆನಪಾಗುತ್ತಾಳೆ
ಕಳೆದು ಹೋದ ಮಧುರಭಾವದಂತೆ, ಸ್ಮಾರಕದಂತೆ

(ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನ ಕ್ರೈಸ್ಟ್ ಕಾಲೇಜು 2005-06 ಸಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಡೆಸಿದ ದ.ರಾ.ಬೇಂದ್ರೆ ಸ್ಮ್ರತಿ ಅಂತರ್ ಕಾಲೇಜು ಕವನ ಸ್ಪರ್ಧೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬಹುಮಾನಿತ ಕವನ)