I have not, still I hold

It is true that the smells and memories of your childhood remains in your mind eternally though you may not be aware of the same.Suddenly from somewhere they rush in and you go back to the time you had experienced the same.
Recently I had gone to some ones house for a meeting.After some time they served Orange juice and it was the brand kissan squash.Suddenly I remembered the times when we used to drink lots of kissan squash in our home.For the yonger children it may be a shock to know that then it was a luxury.not many had tasted the squashes and juices.Not many brands were available.The famous one was kissan brand.
When our father used to bring the bottle the orange colour and the shape used to mesmerise us children.If we tried to touch it,our mother used to be afraidthat we would break the bottle.We did not have a refregerator.many times we used to prepare the juice with room temperature water and consume.Sometimes we used to keep the bottle in cold water for some time and then prepare.
My mother used to prepare and give us all in steel tumblers and we used to relish the juices in the hot summers and ask for more and more.....
Now when i go to the malls and buy variety of juicesI simply think of the improvement of our country in consumer goods....
Any how the taste of the not so cool kissan sqush lingers..........

One evening i was in my clinic when three people came in.The worried mother,a small built daughter with a sick look and a father with no particular emotion.
i asked them to sit down and they did.The father took the news paper and sterted to glance The girl was looking that side and this side.I had a phone call to make and after that I enquired about the patient.
The mother told me that the girl had no appetite from two months and not eating properly and becomng weaker day by day.somebody had suggested my name and so hey are here.
I asked the usual questions and examines the girl.Usually when someone has long term loss of appetite we check them for signs of jaundice and they were not there in that girl.Then i told them to get a blood and urine check up and wrote the necessary investigations.As an after thought I also wrote a pregnancy test .We have a code my pathologist and me,when we dont want the people to know that we are getting a pregnancy test done but we have our own doubts The threesome went to the pathology lab which is nearby.
After 20 mins the pathologist telephoned me saying that the pregnancy test is positive for the girl.After some time the three people came and gave the report.
I called the girl inside and told her about the results.She begged me not to sayanything to her mother and she would come again tomorrow to consult me again.I told her that she would have to undergo a scanning to know the exactly the duration of pregnancy and then further expenditure for the medicines or a medical termination of pregnancy. she told she would take care of everything.
So i came out and said to her mother that due to some  harmonal changes this has happened {ofcourse it is true}
and to come after 2 days.
They went and the girl is yet to come.I dont know what the girl did  .....
I dont know whether her boy friend gave her the support she needed.
I dont know if she told the mother,and if she did what was her reaction?
I was also thinking what is the use of all those ads about contraception.
What should one do as a person and doctor?
There is no solution I think......


 

We were watching Travel and living last week and thhere we were watching a herd of mountain goats climbing a steep hill.As you know the mountain goats are very agile and can climb any steep hill with least effort.As we saw ,the old and the young goats climbed the hill as a river went with full speed below.One step wrong and the goats could fall to the valley and perish.They were climbing on the thin rock protrudes and enjoying a tuft of grass as if it is the prime thing in their life and may be it is.
Then we wondered why a old goat will never sit telling itself that it cannot climb?Do a old monkey refrain from climbing trees telling itself it cant climb a branch?Do a old duck does not swim?When in most of the animal kingdom the old ones continue doing what they were doing why in mankind the old will not do the activities it used to do once with ease?Is it the mental conditioning?As we are more civilised is it the penalty we are giving?Is it only due to the lack of exersise and faulty diet?
What may be the reason I wondered?????

We,in our life meet many types of people.Some people leave a lasting impression on you.You remember them many times in your life.I am now telling you about one of them.
We were a group of people of different ages going to maany treks.One of the beautiful treks we went was from Coonoor to Mettupalyam Rail Road trek.ONe is wonderstruck by the beauty of the trek.You start from Coonoor railway station and go on the railway tracks.
You will meet many water points and the flowres take away your breath.The size of the flowers doubles almost in Ooty and Coonoor side may be because of the weather. There are numerous varieties of flowers through out the rail road trek.We enjoyed in the water points.Ate the things we took along with usand spent one of the most beautiful days in our life.
Then we came to a section where the road meets the rail road.We were all tired and thought of taking an available transport.We waited for some time.That road was full of lorries with many vegetable produce After waiting for some time for a bus we decided that we would take a lorry.many lorries did not stop.At last one fellow slowed down and asked us what we wanted.When we asked him to give us a drop to Mettupalyam he was a little hesitant at first.Thenhe saw many young and charming girls and suddenly told us to hop in.We elders sat in the small cabin and the young ones sat behind with a carrot load.The young ones were giggling non stop and then the fellow strted the lorry.He was an expert driver.we sat wonderstruck seeing the speed and the precision of his driving.That was a ghat section and the lorries would go really near each other when thjey crossed.He was chatting with us happily and when he knew that we were from Karnataka he was very happy and told that he was from Nanjangud. We never saw a frown in his face through out the journey.When he had to pay bribe at the toll gate also he was smiling and was telling us these things are there,gave the money and resumed his journey.
At last when we reached Mettupalyam he gave us all carrots as much as we could take and bade us goodbye and resumed his journey.
Some how I remember his smiling face many times.....

My father was a teacher and he had scores of desciples .One of them was from Koppa,a small place in malnad.
My father had requested her to bring two canes from her place.It was for the sole purpose of disciplining us,specially my brother and me.
YOu should not think that he was always beating us.he used to show lot of love,take us for outings tell us stories etc.
Then when we were naughy and when we did not get the right answers for his questios we had it from him.SO we were very apprehensive that that lady was bringing cane.We did not know what a cane was.
Then she got the canes.It was polished canes,yellow coloured and cut exactly for the right size.
Then my brother somehow took one cane and desroyed it.When our father asked what happened to the cane we had our most innocent faces and told him that we had never seen them.
So our father was left with one cane.We (my brother and me}have got few nice beatings in that cane.I dont think nowadays any child will get such beatings.Even after one hour the place where we got hit was burning and the skin was showing red weals.
we were real tough.Next day we were up to our old misciefs.
The scrapes both of us fell in to.Out of ten times nine times we were caught and were given nice beatings.....
May be thats why now we have a bond and enjoy telling these stories to our children and bore them to death.....
but anyhow we enjoy going back to our childhood...

Our mind is like a still lake.Sometimes somehow there comes a time that the memories which were deep comes to the top and you relive the experience.
So suddenly one day i remembered an incident which might be the eariest i can remember ,I got beatings from my father.
We,my brother and I were very small and we had accompanied our father to a small provision store.As our father gave the list of things he wanted and the shopkeeper was packing those,we two were gleefully mixing ragi to rice and wheat to ragi and so forth.The shopkeeper noticed us and compained to our father.
We came home and we both got a nice beating with a cane specially kept for that purpose.
Nowadays I dont think anyone will get such type of caning......

This happened when I was in my 9th standard.
We had our final exams.
The maths paper was on a Saturday and when i asked my classmate who was residing on the same road as me at what time the exam starts ,she told me that it was from 10.30 A M as usual.So I was getting ready at 8.30 in the morning.Suddenly one more girl came to me and told me that all the girls had gone for the exam and why I was still at the house.
I was terrified.Went and enquired in two houses and all had gone including the girl who had told me the timing.
Even without bothering to comb my hair I rushed to the school and told the teacher what happened.She told it was my fault not having seen the time table properly.
i started crying so profusely,finally she let me see the Headmistress.
She allowed me to write the exam on one condition.she would give me no extra time.
I could finish my exam within that time.
Ipassed the exam .
Now i always tell my children to see the notice board properly and not to listen to anyone telling some information...

I woke up suddenly from the sound of telephone ringing…

I yawned and lifted the receiver and as soon as I heard the voice on the other side,I became irritated. That was the voice of Shantha..a cousin of mine. A lady with enormous talents, very artistic. I had a notion that she may call me as I had been warned that she may call me.

I heard she had been calling so many of her acquaintances and asking for help. Asking for money….begging for companionship….and all had slowly become irritated…

As I said “Hello…”my mind was already thinking what should I tell her If she asks for money .How should I tell her that I cannot give her any money.whatexcuse can I give her? She knew that I had money. What if she asks any other help? My mind was saying that I should be doing whatever she asks as she had helped me when I was in real difficulties…She had helped me with money when I needed it, she gave me food when I was hungry…Still my mind was searching for excuses to evade her requests…

She asked me to go to her house at 11oclock that day. She repeatedly requested me not to miss…I said “Yes,” and hung up…

I had determined that I would not go to her house. somewhere hidden, my mind would not let me .So I was out side her house at 11oclock.She came running and heartily welcomed me…I could sense she was having difficulties by the way the house was kept….I went inside and she made me sit on the single chair which was in front of the old reading table.
She went inside and asking thousand and one questions about how everyone was doing brought a big plate full of OTTU SYAVIGE and KAYIHAALU…

I stupidly asked “What is this Shantha?”

I prepared this delicacy and I knew you liked it very much.So I thought I should call you and make you eat.were you very busy?...she asked me

I felt so much ashamed of myself eversince then…

 

I have not tried writing about a film before.This time I am trying.
I knew the film would be one low grade movie.I told the people coming with me to the movie that it would be one of the worst film they have ever seen.Then they love me and knowing that I may go alone to the movie they came with me.
I did not know anything about the film at all.
So,we 8 people went to the theatre telling ourselves that the show will have been caancelled because of no people.First surprise.....many were waiting for the tickets.
Now we will come to the main parts.....
Anupam kher,a very good actor and reduced to playing a corpse with a silly grin on his face may be because he died while doing it with Rakhi Sawanth...(is there anything to be proud and happy about it?poor thing she does not say no to anybody}.His main difficulty is to keep that silly grin through out the film.he is a music baron whose very big photos adore every wall and piller of his house.moreover he has to reassure the audience that they would die laughing in frequent intervals in a most irritating way....He has one more ability.In death he never rots ,bloats and how they managed to dress him as he died doing that and he had no clothes when he died.....

Next in the cast important is Vidyut Baba....he is the baba who controls all of them in the house hold.whether he is an astrologer or anything we dont know but he has to satisfy the sister of anupam whenever she has TENSION and the elderson when he has tension..So an the process of satisfying these two he has to ask the God to give him extra energy other wise he will die of hypertension...mind u the sister looks like saroj khan has tension every where including boardroom meetings...poor fellow for all his satisfying both he will be ruthlessly killed by the same Bebe and darling for the money.....and Om Puri an artist of great calibre plays this part is a shame itself...whether he is doing it fot money,friendship or just kicks is known only to Him.he has bloated and looks huge and that smallpox scarred face has become so fat the nose itself weighs one K g may be.....

There is the elderson who loves vidya{who else but our Vidyut}who has a wife resembling tulsi who is also greedy for the money as everyone is.who inthe end says that her son is the son of her father in law so the son becomes his own bhathija....
The second son married a ball room dancer and the sarojkhan look alike never fails to remind the audience about that.there are all women fightings ........
There are two more girls ,one who wants to become an item girl and one who wants to be a surgeon. All her surgeries are onthe dead laash which is in the house.....
and last but the least there is a wafathar Ramukaka who is none other than our Paresh Rawal who blackmails everybody mercilessly...
Rakhi saawant who is a vishkanya....according to Vidyut baba  the vish has come down to that part.so we have  many deaths and every time the poor thing has to bear the weight of the body that too dead and sream her head off.and there is a cremation and an Adnansamy size fellow doing it with rakhi sawanth in the wash room..{how nauseating}and a psychitrist again sruggles with her and dies ....ramu kaka again the same plight...in the end aftre much sacrifice of somany people{men and women}she takes sanyas!!!!!!!

There is the situation that they cant announce the death....the govt will fall,the shares will fall,,,,,his body is to be disposed.....after many many things and happenings they cut the body in to pieces and each carry a piece in the suitcase s...and our Saroj is carrying the suitcase with the body without the head and the limbs....poor thing somebody steals it and ends up as police guests..
The higher police officer {lady}once she knows that it is a male body because it has Woh..was ecstastic to see and even if there is no head seeing That only recognises that the body belongs to L K that is Anupam kher!!!!!

But then all are put behind bars.......
nodoubt   the movie is a low grade black comedy as they proclaim it,,,it gave some laughs....in a very cheap way and i will be dishonest if i say that i did not enjoy it.....

If you are from Mysore ,you will be knowing Ballal circle. Before some time there was a theatre near that circle. That was Ganesh theatre.We have seen many many good English movies in that theatre.

There is a fellow who does spicy churumuris.It is a favorite spot of ours after the movies. We used ask him to put more spice and eat it with tears rolling .

There is one more coffee shop beside that churumuri shop. It is a shop on a gadi of four wheels. They prepare Idlis,Rice Bath and other items. There is coffee and tea also. all these are served on a teapoy and there are four foldable chairs which are placed around that. There is a water jug and few bottles of water in shapeless used mineral water bottles.

One day as I was having a plate of Tomato. The lady who runs the coffee shop was c losing the shop. If I had not seen with my eyes, I would not have believed that anyone can fit so many things in such a small space.

Inside the place on four wheels, there were already a stove and coffee kettle. There was a Idly preparing vessel. With that she kept a big water tank filled with water. then she folded the teapoy and kept it inside. then she kept the small water jug and the glasses.she chairs and kept them also inside.then she placed the mineral water bottles. She made space for a jug in which they serve sambar.

Then she folded the clothes which they use. One cloth she washed and in the full confidence that nobody will lift it she put it on the compound of the park to get dry for tomorrows use.

Then she closed the door of the shop and put six locks and with the keys safely tucked , started to go to her house, may be to do her other duties…

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It is really difficult to know when old memories resurface.
It is as if some recent event throws a stone to the still lake of the mind.
It happened suddenly when I was viewing Chak De INDIA yesterday.
In the film one player is selected from Jharkhand to play hockyfor the world cup.
The girl made me remember the time when I represented Chitradurga Disrict in Stete level Dasara Sports.
When I take painful steps now it seems long back that I used to bag all the first prizes in athletics and other sports events.
It so happened thatI was selected to represent Chitradurga District in running race and relay races.
ONe P T teacher and one more teacher accompanied us to Bangalore.
We were given residence in one of the schools.which had no electricity and we slept on the benches there.
In the morning there was a water tank and we washed our faces in the stagnant waters there..
The event was at Kanteerava stadium.
Then the noted names in athletics were Angel Mary,Irene D SOUZA and others.
They were ready with their spiked shoes and short skirts.I was in my unironed school uniform and bare feet.
They were well built and I was puny and frail.
After the gunshot we started to run.
They were so strong ,within minutes they were far ahead of me.

Oly satisfaction is I came second.....From the last!!!!!
The last one was a girl from K G F...

Of all the films I have seen, I have seen many,this film Mallammana Pavada holds a special place. That one was running at Padma theatre and my aunt gave me and Nagendra my cousin money to go and see that film.

We used to walk any distance then to see a movie and that theatre was two kilometers from our aunts house and we easily walked to the place.

We took two tickets and went to the doorkeeper .He did not allow me to get inside as the ticket was for only men’s side and if I wanted to see the movie I have to take a different ticket and go to the ladies side. Then it was like that, men used to go separate and women used to sit separately. When some people went with husband to balcony they used to sneer telling that “avaru bidi balconyge hogthare”

I had come from a small place and I was afraid and I started crying. My cousin was also a small boy and he did not know what to do and he too started crying….

Then a middle aged person came, enquired what happened and sold one ticket and got me one more ticket to go to the ladies side. WE met after the cinema and came told our adventure to all.

My other cousins were wonderstruck that I could go alone and watch the movie in the ladies section of the theatre…

It seems so long ago….

Everything has changed now. and back then it was a pavada that I sat alone and saw a movie

Yesterday I was riding my scooty on J L B Road.It was so full of traffic....somany traffic signs....vehicles are honking....you can see all types of vehicles.
My thoughts went to an incidence when I was a student of Mysore medical College. I was staying at the ladies hostel.in the weekends I used to go to my uncles house at Vidyaranya puram.I had to catch a bus to that area.It was either bus no 10 which used to go to Vidyaranyapuram or walk to the central busstand and take a bus from there.It was a long walk to the central bus stand.All advised me to walk to the central bus stand because J L B road was considered unsafe.
  One day some how I ended up waiting for the no ten bus on J L B road by my laziness to walk to the bus stand.one more old woman waiting for the same bus.We were waiting for quite some time.Then suddenly one car came near me and asked me whether I wanted a lift to the place I wanted to go.I told a firm no.That old lady came forward and asked them she would go.They told "NO Ajji,We are not going that side' andthey sped away.
After that we got the bus and both reached our destination.I never thought about it.
Now when I think about that incident I shudder thinking of what might have happened if I had accepted that lift...MY GOD!!!!!!!!

Recently I was traveling in a bus.as I wes snoozing with the effect of avomine in the system I heard a faint music from a small roadside hotel.It was the song bheeghi bheedi rathomein from the film Ajnabi.It had good music and in this song Rajesh Khanna and zeenie baby dance in the rain.

We were medical students and staying in the hostel at Mysore.My room mate was a saucy lady Fairoza Khatoon Khan from Kundapur.Then this song was very popular.and once we were in our room and suddenly there was a heavy shower .my room mate got the sudden idea of dancing in the rain.she pulled me out in to the balcony and strted dancing singing loudly this song.i too joined and we were wet to our skins within no time many of the hostel mates joined us and we had a very enjoyable time .Even now when I hear the song I cannot but remember that incident.

So like this, when I think of getting wet in the rain I think of the incident they happened when my daughter and I had the habit of taking a walk after we had dinner every day.

One day we went about two kms from the house and suddenly there were very thick black clouds .The night suddenly became errie. we hurried back home .have u been outside ur home in a road where there are not many lights and suddenly there is a lot of lightening and thunder ?we were almost running and were about 100 yards when we were struck by sudden heavy rain .The raindrops were big and within no time we were soaking wet and we were shivering. There was no place to take shelter.we ran and the rain drops were blinding us. At last we reached home and dried ourselves

Another time I remember getting wet thoroughly is when we went to vaishnodevi.All took the horses to go up except four of us who decided to climb. It takes many hours to reach the shrine. As we slowly climbed we experienced the first rain of that season.  The rain was falling continuously and all the people were taking shelter.  But we decided to continue our climb.  We were wet but once we became wet it was not bothering us.  Every one was looking at us as if we had gone crazy.  We were drinking hot coffee in the cafes and eating whatever thing which were available hot…The rain continued and we continued….then at last we reached the summit and by then the rain had lessened once we were at the top it became very cold and we were fortunate to get a room quickly and could change to dry clothes.

But that was a experience I would never forget…..

 

As children, we used to like and hate our attes visit to our place. Our father had many sisters. This one stayed near our place, only three hours journey from bus. Our father used to go and bring her. She used to bring her few possessions with her. As she was a widow, she used to shave her head and wear only red sari and follow rigid routine.

   As soon as she came she used to make the kitchen her domain. Even my mother was not allowed inside. No onions, we could not put our fingers near our mouth.We could not touch this or that. So a lot of our freedom was lost.

 She used to take bath and prepare breakfast. She used to keep her share and keep the remaining outside the kitchen door. My mother used to take that and give us our share. Mind you. you could not keep the plates you ate with the vessels that she used to prepare because enjalu and musure were different.

  One thing my mother was happy when she used to come was that my ate was an expert in constructing soude ole.She used to make us go get the red mud from some construction site. They used to use red mud then. we used to bring the red mud in a bandle.She used to assess the quality of the mud and with great reluctance agree that it was good. Then she used to mix with water and after demolishing the old ole ,clean the surface, she used to construct a new one. She had the concentration of an artist while doing it. She was an expert in doing the koodole where they make a side ole where u can cook simultaneously on a small vessel while you cook on a large vessel in the main ole.

After finishing they used to make a fine paste from the red mud and give a smooth finishing and let that dry.

Then she used to season it after she was satisfied that it has dried completely. If you suddenly put too much firewood it may crack. so slowly they used to increase the heat and get the ole used for optimum usage. My mother used to appreciate how well the ole has come and ate used to beam with satisfaction.

 One more thing we used to get when she was in our house was some tindi every night. Since she was not eating rice in the night she used to make rottis,uppittu ,avalakki e t c and we used to get a share. some how it used to taste very good.

 Then the day would come for her to go. Mother used to gift her a sari and both would cry a little. Father used to make us bow to her and take her blessings. Then

 She used to tell us to study well and then go with father with wet eyes and rubbing the tears with the edge of her red sari.

Ill her next visit the ole would be in constant use. Our life used to come to normal where we could touch anything any time.

Still we missed the thindi at the nights…

 

Nan baduke inge...yavaglu kastaneya....
Eevathe ingagbeka?Avlige ade ivlalla nanhedthi...yolidde,bande battini,Rathna talkiesge ogava antha.
Innenu duddiskondu ade nam savkarnthava horadbeku,pon barada...
Illig band kunthivni....
Adyaro Bengloorinda battaranthe allivargu yena tegyalvanthe...
Sari in naanu picturege karkond hodageya....innavala alu jagla....ayyo dyavre......yarigbeku....
Nan jotheyavru,, ade harmonium Manja,drums koli,tutturi vincent  ella beedi seytha kunthideevi......
Innu aa bengluravru bandu ivrella attu naavella band bariskondu masandvargu hogi, estottaythado eno.....
aa kenchi ellargu yolirthale,nan ganda picturege karkond ogthane antha innenen pajhithi kadidyo...
saakappa saaaku...
naan bariso taladinda en vyatyasa ildidru aa nan baasu naanilde aa ena manne agolveno anno age adthane...
innenu madodu naale kaas bekalla...
avalge upaya madi samadhana madthini...
Eega vasi capinadru hottege akkond batthini...

As I went near the closed door,I heard the soft whispers

"I cannot do it."

I heard the sweetest voice telling,

"We will do it together.'

Giggle......Giggle......

Again the sweet voice

"Try madokenanthe?"

Giggle....Giggle.....


"O.K.I will try...."

"If you keep your thighs close you cannot do it"

"If I open them it pains"

Laughter ....and the sweet voice again,"modlu hagagutte,matte novagolla".

Giggle Giggle........

"Aaaaah...."

Laughter....."See,you can do it">

As I went inside,I see the usual gruff and silent insructor teaching a pretty young thing to do abdominal exersise in our Gym....

I thought...Oh the power of youth....

As I lay down with high fever,my bodyaching,nausea gripping my being,my husband came near me and asked me in a caressing voice.......Oh!the skin is burning,are you feeling tired?Shall i bring something to drink?Hot water may be?Did you eat something?Take rest....You always do a loy of work....Dont do somuch....He touched my forehead,gave a light kiss on my cheek....Told me tenderly...get well soon dear.It feels so bad when you are ill....Never fall ill,I cant bear you curling up and sleeping like this...His caresses was so comforting and in spite of fever I smiled and and wanted to hold his hand.....


      and there he was ,my huband snoring beside me as I was hallucinating because of my fever.....
I turned the other side and tried to sleep.

I was very happy.
My eyes shone.
After 25 years I could track my friend,classmate.
How we used to spend our days!studying together,going to films together,talking about somany things,having food in the hostel mess.
How I remembered the time we used to go to the fifth flour and talk about her place,my place,what we liked,what we disliked.
HOw we used to dream what we would become when we pass out of our colleges.
She always wanted to do post Graduation and become a service minded doctor.
She always told me that she would work in the villages and help the poor.
I had lost track of her once we came out of our college.
I always used to wonder whether all she wanted was given by life.
Nobody i knew had her contact number.
Last week I met a mutual friend who knew about her.She gave her number and told me that my friend was a big consultant in Bombay with a big nursing home.
Today I was going to ring her and talk to her of our old friendship.
As I rang her number my heart was beating faster and faster.
The phone was picked up by a receptionist.
I asked for my friend.
She was on line in a couple of minutes.
I introduced myself and asked whether she was the student of our college in the same year i studied.
She told Yes.I was sure she was the one.
I asked her whether she remembered me.
She told me "Sorry,I dont remember anyone with that name who was my classmate'

""Idu India thara kanutte"
"Illa kano nodu idu lake thara kanutte"
"Illa Akka idu nodu sattogiro kappe thara kanutte"
"Ee kadeyinda nodo,modad thara kanutte"
"Chennagide alva akka nodoke"
Annange helu gottagutte eshtu chennagide antha"
"Eega nodakka,hege doddadagtha ide"
"Anna,Ammangeno helodu?"
"Helona barakka,bartha idvi,biddoythu antha'
"Gattiyagi hidkoloke agthirllillavenro antha beelutte vode"
"Gattiyagi hidkondidvi,adre aa car nonu eshtu joragi horn madida andre patre jari hoythu antha helona akka"
"Nanu doddolu kano,nange beelodu"
"Illa akka,swalpa kobbari enne thane,enu annallakka"
"Nuru gram kobriyenne chelde tharakkagalva antha baithare kano"
"Nodakka iga eshtu doddadaythu designu'
"Baro manege hogona,Enagutto agli"
   We saw for the last time the design made by the coconut oil spilt by me on the tar road.
  Afterwards for so many days,till that design faded,we used to see the mark and tell ourselves"NAMMA KOBBARI ENNE DESIGN"..........