Raw. Real. and Ridiculous.

Mummy pappa jothe duddu kaasina vichara aldhe innyav vicharanu mathadake agthilla. Mugithu ivathe kone, idhaadh mele yaavdhe karanakku sumne yaariganthanu kaas kelalla, yellige hogbek idhru oble ne hogthini

Nodi dina Ninge yenilla 40 rupee metro ge anta kharchu aguthe, evening baruvaaga do one thing come with kaveri and save 40 rs. Ondh month ge 26*40 = 1040rs aguthe. Then ondh 500 alli, we'll spend it to buy or save something according to the situation.

ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು, ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವ ಪ್ರತಿ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನದಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ನಾ ಸೋತಿರುವೆ. ನಿನ್ನ ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋಗುವ ಘಳಿಗೆಗಾಗಿ, ನಾ ಕಾದಿರುವೆ. ಕಾರ್ಪಣ್ಯ, ಕಟ್ಟುಪಾಡುಗಳ ಮೀರಿ ನಾ ಈವರೆಗೂ ಬೆಳೆದಿರುವೆ. ಆದರೂ, ಅದೇಕೊ ಬದುಕಿನ ಈ‌ ಪುಟದಲ್ಲಿ ನಾ ಸತ್ತಿರುವೆ. ನೀ ಈ ಬಾಳಲ್ಲಿ ಬೇಡವಾದ ಇರುಳಾಗಿ ಬಂದೆ, ನಾನೆಂದೂ ನೋಡಿರದ ಕತ್ತಲೆಯ ತಂದೆ. ನೀ ತಂದ‌ ಕಡುಗತ್ತಲೆಯ ಧಾರುಣಕ್ಕೆ ನಾ ಮುನ್ನುಗ್ಗದೆ‌ ಅಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ನಿಂದೆ. ನನ್ನೊಡಲ‌ ಮಾತುಗಳು ನಾ ಯಾರ ಬಳಿಯೂ ಹೇಳಲಾರೆ. ಪುಟಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಅಚ್ಚಾಗಿ,‌ ಕಾಲಕ್ರಮೇಣ ಕೊಳಿಯಲೂ‌ ಬಿಡಲಾರೆ. ನನ್ನ ಹೊಕ್ಕುತಿರುವ ಈ ಭಾವ ಸುರುಳಿಯ ನಾ ತಾಳಲಾರೆ. ನಿನ್ನಿಂದ ಮುಕ್ತಿಯ ಹೊರತಾಗಿ ಮತ್ತೇನೂ ನಾ ಬೇಡಲಾರೆ. ಮನದ ಕುಹಕ ಮಾತಾಗಿ ಬಂದಾಗ ನಾಲಿಗೆ ಹೊರಡದಾಗಿದೆ. ಹೇಳಿಯೂ ಪ್ರಯೋಜನವಿಲ್ಲವೆಂದು ಎನಗೂ ಅರಿವಾಗಿದೆ. ಹೇಳುವ ಮನೆಗಳಿಗೆ, ಕೇಳುವ ಕಿವಿಗಳಿಲ್ಲದ ಈ ಊರು ಸಾಕಾಗಿದೆ. ಬಯಸಿಯೂ ಹೋಗಲಾರೆ, ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನ ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯ ಸಾಂಗತ್ಯವೆನಗೆ ಮುಗಿಯದಾಗಿದೆ.

Nang luck illa, adikke nan ista pattidhella doora hoguthe anta naan andhkondidhe, but actually nang aagalna itkolo yogyathe illa, ivathu nan watch. Nan past ge, naan pattiro Yella kastakke, sukhakke, dukhhake, yelladakku sakshiyaagidha watch hoythu, hoythu annodakkina naan murdh hogo haage maaditte andhre thappu agalla. Nan hachkolodhe materialistic things na. Manushyaru nannogina manaviyathe na kondu haakidhare. Karune ge uddhatathanadha hesru kottru. Snehakke muthaluthanada hesru banthu, indu nanna watch kuda hoythu, nangeno Gothilla hogskonde antha helalare, maybe bere vishyadalli helthini yeno, iga nan kaili agalla. Nan watch nanna kanniranna, nanna dukhavanna, nanagadha mosavanna, naanu naanadha pariyanna kandiruve kone vasthu. Indu adu kooda nannondigilla... Bengaluru, ninna preetisuva prathi prayatnadalliyu na sothiruve. Ninna sampurnavaagi bittu hoguva ghaligegaaagi na kaadhiruve. Kattupaadugala miri illivaregu na belediruve Aadaru adeko, badukina ee putadalli na satthiruve. Ne...

Drop year! Quite a hard one for me to reminisce, I chose a safe way out, but some brave ones, I repeat, brave ones chose to fight with it again, to experience it again, to challenge themselves and win over themselves and the world by risking it all. Yes, it's a gamble, yes, it's risky, but lemme tell you, to decide to take up that risk consciously, takes a heart of STEEL!! And I swell in pride to tell you that two of my friends Niveditha and Yamuna, are absolute warriors and have decided to take up the risk. This is my note of appreciation to both of them, I hope they slay through hardships, break-up with distractions and rock throughout the year. Lastly I know that you both actually don't need luck,  That's exactly why I love you both.

It's 11:11pm I dunno whether I'm supposed to be happy about that, but no. I'm not. So my father drinks alcohol, he used to be rare drinker initially, now he's an every week drinker all thanks to my uncles. They visit us almost every week and my uncle and my father have a round table conference every week. It infuriates me to another level, seeing my mum's helplessness, seeing my father as a drunkard really breaks my heart. I scold him everytime he drinks, I scream at him, I shame him, I tell him how much it hurts all of us. He doesn't beat me or my mum when he's drunk, he doesn't irritate us or something. He stays quite unless he's spoken to, yet I don't like the thought of him drinking.  For him alcohol is freedom, it makes him feel less stressed (god knows how) but that's what he says everytime when questioned why he drinks. If I let him keep drinking, one day he'll die from fatty liver or liver cancer. If I let him drink even after kno...