the musings of a mellowed heart..

Burp! No more…!

I had been suffering from excessive burping from couple of months. I started to feel very uncomfortable with my condition as burping in a place of work or in public was kind of embarrassing. The more frequent it became, it lead to burning sensation in my chest and I started getting more irritable with it.

But in my case, burping had one more dimension to it. One burp at the breakfast table was a real necessity. For my wife it was an indication of content and otherwise it would leave her unsatisfied.  I could hear her grumbling, ‘you no more like my cooking, its better you start eating your favorite outside food as you were doing when you were a bachelor’ So, for me like friction in physics, burping was also a necessary evil.

Finally, when it became too much to bear, I said enough is enough and we decided to see a doctor. The next day we were at the hospital. When we had enough time waiting for our turn, I googled out burp. I found a few restaurants named burp with hundreds of likes. I showed it to my wife and said, ‘See, It isn’t as bad as I thought. Burp has commercial value too!’ She frowned.

The doctor called us in and he invited me to burp it out. I struggled to explain my difficulties as there were frequent interruptions. My wife being a dietician by profession started to accuse me of eating outside masala laden food and her side of the story was that the condition which I was in was all because of me eating outside and there was nothing wrong with her cooking. I sat there confused, not knowing whether I was being a victim of illness or an accused for a crime for which I myself was suffering the consequences.

The doctor patiently heard the different versions. After my wife’s accusations I felt he was being more sympathetic to me. I wondered if it was a solidarity that every married man felt while witnessing of fellow men being made to look like a culprit when he was supposed to be a just a victim.

The doctor took his time to explain us that in most of the cases burping is self made. ‘Burping is caused due to air being expelled out by the stomach through the food pipe. It is not an easy exercise; the stomach has to undergo energy consuming contractions to be able to do it. When such contractions happen, a part of the digestive acid gets pushed to the food pipe which causes the burning sensation. So, the root of the problem is in the habit of gulping air in’. He demonstrated that that he could also burp by taking in air. When I argued with him that it was not voluntary that I was taking air in, he told that ‘only breathing is involuntary and if you can consciously make an attempt not to gulp air in, you can come out of this condition’

So, when it descended on me that it was nothing but my habit of taking in air that caused the continuous burps, burning sensation and irritation, I started feeling sinned. For the next few days, when it was tempting to gulp in air, I consciously tried to avoid it and to my amazement, the condition greatly improved. Occasionally, I had burps but it ended up there without continuing.

It was a great relief, but the necessity at the breakfast table for a burp however continued!


Celebrating an unique victory of humanity..


In a world filled with divides and prejudices, it is once in a blue moon we come across an event that puts to shame all our differences and establishes a clear victory of humanity. The rescue of Thailand’s Wild Boar team children from Tham Luang cave which captivated world’s attention was nothing less than a miracle. It brought to the forefront many beautiful attributes of being human.

The first and foremost was the absolute resilience of children all aged between just 11 & 16 who did manage to stay strong through nine days of unimaginable ordeal of being inside a flooded, narrow & dark cave, starving and never knowing if help would really come or not. Such great examples of human will & endurance offer lot of hope to people whenever they get into some sort of helpless situations.

The next thing is how the local population responded to a would be tragedy that was unfolding. The whole town was in prayers for the safe return of the 13 and they did try in their own possible way to help the entire rescue team. The lady at the laundry station made it a point to collect the dirty clothes of the Navy Seals and other divers at late night and return it back by early 4 in the morning. Others gave a free ride to whoever wanted to reach the point of rescue. The locals donated money & free food to the hundreds of people who had stayed around the cave for days together. This is an example of community living and a lot to learn from for the kind of societies we are currently living in. The idea is even if we can’t help directly by diving in the flood waters of the cave, there is always a way to help by joining in our own possible ways.

The most beautiful thing was how the whole world united cutting across the boundaries to join the rescue operation. Hundreds of experts flew in from around the world offering their expertise against the toughest conditions of flooding and depleting oxygen levels inside the cave.  One side when the world was witnessing a fight for the pinnacle of glory on the football grounds of Russia, the other side the people around the world held their breath when a so far unknown soccer team in Thailand was struggling for every breath.

The entire journey was a striking remainder to the world around that when hands are joined together; the human misery could be brought to an end. Individual heroics, individual sacrifices bring forth a great deal of respect & remembrance.

At the end, it is the victory of the humanity that brings so much warmth to the heart. So, this Sunday, along with the final battle for glory between France & Croatia, let’s celebrate the victory saluting the heroes of the entire mission and the resilience of our children, remembering the sacrificed life of Saman Kunan and cheering for the victory & extravagant display of humanity that had almost seemed nonexistent under the trivial trumpets, divides & differences.

The wonders of bioluminescence…

The impatient Indian

Nobel laureate Amartya Sen wrote about the argumentative tradition of Indians in his book The Argumentative Indian. He argued that, understanding of this tradition is critically important for understanding the success of Indian democracy, defence of its secular policies & removal of inequalities etc. Here, I would like to talk on the other facet, the impatient Indian.


This impatience is glaring in the everyday chores and it is for public display. Just waiting at the traffic signal you will understand that for the Indian, three colours in a traffic signal is a waste of public money. There should have been only two, red & green or rather only one red; red on & red off. People are always ready without shutting of their engines or when red goes off they only see green. For some people even signal lights at all four junctions are not necessary; they always track the red light on their left side. Normally, we all are so generous that we even take seconds from our neighbours and just move even when it has turned red for us and green for our neighbours. We display the Japanese sense of value for time only at these junctions. Traffic signals are the most potential spots for all the accidents we consciously get into.

The next point of evidence is when finding a seat for a bus or train journey. Queue is a word that is alien to Indians; there is always a mob at the door of a train or a bus. I used to see a proper line in the beginning days of Bangalore Metro travels, but now, even there it is the same old mob culture is at display. Even if the train one is trying to catch is not a push pull train, there is always push & pull at the doors.

Here there is an Indian invention that I forgot to mention; it is on the spot seat booking system which happens to be the most advanced system in the world. There is no hard cash or digital transaction involved here. You just need your handkerchief, towel or a bag, book anything for that matter which you need to place it on the seat through the window and then you get all the right to put claims on that seat. Incredible indeed, isn’t it!

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The third point to put forward is on the mass gatherings at events like kumbh mela or any other such gatherings. The next day the newspapers are buzzing with the reports of people getting killed in a stampede on a hoax call of something bad happening. These are the stark realities on how impatience has become an intrinsic quality in our everyday lives.

There are more worrying  examples of impatience. Sharing, commenting, arguing, passing insults on the social media platform on even unconfirmed reports of news is the newfound face of Indian impatience.

Is impatience our tradition like the argumentative nature that Dr. Amartya Sen talks about? India has been patient enough to welcome all the religions in the world to find refuge in their times of oppression. India has been patient enough to walk the path of satyagraha, without even having an iota of idea on how successful it can be against the mighty & oppressive British empire under the leadership of a man whom the then British Prime Minister called, a ‘half-naked fakir’. Both our epic literatures, the Ramayana and Mahabharata teach us how the protagonists had to patiently walk through years of forest life as part of the tough circumstances they get into. India is the land of Buddha & Asoka who taught us the way to peaceful living for which patience is a precursor.

So, impatience wasn’t our tradition; we cultivated it somewhere down the line in the chase of a busy life. Impatience in the daily walks of life always inconveniences the other, puts one’s life at risk and spoils everyone’s peace of mind. So, patience is a lost habit that we must cultivate as part of our culture that we are going headstrong showcasing the world around us.

Book review- ‘Devariddane! Eccharike!!’by Poornesh Mathavara


It has been an eager wait for quite some time to get this book and read, the reason being the author Mr. Poornesh Mathavara, happened to be my senior during school days at the Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Chikmagalur. It is his first book, a collection of stories in kannada, published in various magazines & newspapers.

The book of 83 pages and 13 stories, at the end of which, I had a kind of lingering appreciation on this maiden venture. It is a beautiful read, especially for the ones who hail from the malnad region. Though in outlook it seems to be just pages out of an author’s travelogue, it is lot more than just that. It has humour; it mirrors the exploitation that gets veiled beneath the shadow of plantations that which act as the very source of revenue & employment in the region. The book uses satire to mock the deep rooted caste practices that are still exhibited with its own pomp & gaiety to alien, rule & subjugate the poor labour class in these plantations. The book debates & introspects in itself the very nature of exploitation that which led to the rebellion of the labour class in the form of naxalism & the awkward spread of its pangs & toils. It also sheds humorous light on the corruption at the grass root level of administration and the farce democratic exercises.

 Overall, the book mirrors the divided, discriminative, unfair society that is still out there in the places from where we were fortunate to jump out because of a better chance of education that we got and which they didn’t. So, it touches your heart by reminding you that there is something that is expected out of you to better the lives of thousands out there who are still reeling under the age old problems.

The author dedicates the book to the very same exploited, underpaid labourers who sweat & toil for long hours every day with a distant dream of a good life. When the dream still proves to be just dream for very long time, they become slaves of cheap liquor and domestic violence. The author in his thanksgiving remembers his kannada teacher to have instilled the love of literature in his heart which seems to me the best way of thanksgiving to a teacher!

 I liked the prose, language and the many aspects of depiction of everyday events in a subtle manner. The book looks to be an advance to the great works that is expected to come out of the author’s pen in the coming years!

Morning by the lake..

The orange Sun was

Peeling off by himself

The cattle egret perched

On the edge of a lifeless branch

Opened her wings

As a cheerful gesture to his first rays


The first rays, the front runners

In the majesties cavalcade

Lit up the dark and the

Flow less & the flawless waters


The just awake lake

Was breathing smoky white

While the thirsty cold winds

Stole up the surface droplets

The tiny dews too sleepy to fall off

Rolled up into a misty net


The black & beautiful darter

Dressed herself on the go

In her queen size shiny mirrors

But the blue kingfisher

Just meant business from the first go


The breathtaking calmness

Prevailed on the vast serene waters

Promising a great day

Only to those who risked those early chills

And that last bit of lazy sleep

The ironies of India

The world’s cheapest Mars mission

Mangalyaan, is our greatest leap

Yet the tantric lemon lies untouched

On the crossroads

Our cheapest way  

To ward off the biggest evils!


India, the oldest living history

Slogs between two worlds

One racing to be the one

Among the developed

Another willingly living in muck

Of ignorance & blind faith


The names differ

Mathamma, Basivi, Saani, Parvathi

Offered to ‘God’ at four

A girl child, is a public property

Devadasi, still part of ‘our culture’

Are we sure

That ‘sati’ is no more?


Striking down triple talaq

Polygamy, Nikah Halala

Under the scanner

Reforms in Islam

Is a welcome

But the question

That may not strike a right chord

Is the need of reforms

Restricted only to Islam?


Raise a question on casteism

The strong root of ‘cultural’ practices

Devadasi, manual scavenging

And the hundred hidden ones

Bringing them to light

In itself is a service to the society


I laugh at the ignorance

For grandparents of day before yesterday

Caste was their achievement of life

I pity the parents of yesterday

Caste was their route to a better opportunity

But I am ashamed of today’s young

Caste is still attached to their names


Hanging on to a caste

Isn’t a symbol of one’s weakness?

Let’s stand up on our own

Not on the one that we never earned


If education has failed

To destroy the ignorance

God save the Nation of today

And our children of Tomorrow

It’s bliss

‘The words’ store

Put it on display

‘Out of stock!’


As I struggled

To put it on

White and black


It is bliss

With you around

Couldn’t ask for more


Your not so soft hands

Moves around

At an architect’s precision


Setting into order

Creating walls of visuals

Bringing life into a shade of green


I know it’s just a beginning

There is more to come

But my struggle is here to stay

To put it back on stock

At ‘The words’ store


To bump into the right one

May be

All it needs is to

Carefully cross the wrong ones!

Blood on our hands!

I had never read Gauri Lankesh, never knew who M M Kalburgi or Narendra Dabolkar or Govinda Pansare were. Yet, the bone chilling cold blooded murders of these intellectuals pose a grave perception on how as a society the country is sliding fast into a conundrum of chaos & mayhem. With a dream of Digital India on one side, the easy access to internet is shedding its fair skin to reveal the darker layer lying underneath. With an open access to every Tom, Dick & Harry to get his opinion published on an open platform, it is being used to strengthen some dangerous ideologies which finally show up with one such barbarous act of silencing a pen through a gun!

A five minutes reading into the comments to a breaking news on the unregulated social media puts your head in a tizzy. The explosion of uncontrolled expressions on twitter & facebook handles looks nothing less than a virtual war with lots of heat & sound. There is limited space for constructive discussion and unlimited space for trolling, name calling, body shaming, spitting venom, character assassination, taking sides, bringing party politics etc etc. This is insane and when reason vanishes in between an argument, it looks nothing better than two dogs barking at each other. It’s time to stop such shameful behaviour.

In a society, everyone from the lowest strata to the highest is responsible for his behaviour as each ones action contributes to the overall essence of the society. Just spending five minutes to google it out to understand the subject and read some variety of opinion before making a personal opinion public must be the responsibility of every individual.

The world at present is already at a tipping point over ideologies waiting to explode at any moment. Mine and your every expression may be adding fuel to that fire. So, when there is such a heinous act of killing over an ideology that got strengthened over a process of our every day expressions, may be the blood is on our hands too!

Blindly following some ideologies is doing great damage to the society. Even emperor Ashoka the Great didn’t blindly follow a religion like Buddhism. Though he was influenced by Buddhist thoughts, he carved out a dhamma between his spiritual longings and his sense of public responsibility.  So, everyone needs to carve out his own understanding between the ideologies one is subjected to. Just taking sides of a party or an organisation or an ideology on every good or bad thing will not help root out the bad elements that has crept into it and is disastrous to a progressive and dreams of an egalitarian society.

We are the citizens of a great nation with unique values preserved from a history of thousands of years and imbibed permanently in our Constitution. We are brothers and sisters living side by side cherishing the idea of ‘Vasudhaiva kutumbakam’ from the Maha Upanishad, which means “the world is one family”. There can be difference of opinion within us and we can definitely be argumentative over such differences but we don’t kill our own brothers and sisters. Now instead of condemning such a gruesome act, if there are celebratory tweets, character assassinations, may be the ground is already set for the next cold blooded murder!

A life is precious and it is blood on our hands too! So, express yourself freely but most importantly, responsibly!

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