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Jai Hind


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Submitted by: Divij
Submitted on: Sun Aug 14 2016 12:15:13 GMT+0530 (IST)
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Language: English

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The Roadshow

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The lights were blazing in his eyes. Nikhil began to blink. But he liked what he heard. It was a piece of comedy being enacted by two men whose acting skills were pathetic and who laughed before the audience did. But nevertheless, it was entertainment and had attracted a sizable crowd that clapped and cheered surrounding the shabbily raised platform with no props to create the backdrop.
It was Saturday night and the right time to put up a show for those who would otherwise roam the streets or take a pint of local booze with a friend at some odd joint to kill time. Basically, nowhere else to go to but home, and that was not always an exciting idea for most young and old. Home was often a hole where wives nagged, children whined and street dogs barked at moving vehicles and shadows on the wall.

When the clown appeared with the heroine in her hot pink outfit studded with sequins, the crowd swooned. There were whistles and sighs and the heroine didn’t wince but did her bit berating and chiding the crooked clown who took a few somersaults and flips, shedding tears to prove he was mortified. There was laughter all around. Nikhil remained unimpressed and thought that the girl was no patch on Kumari Urmila who did such roles with panache.
He looked at the time. It was past nine and the show would continue for an hour longer. He had already seen it once with Manoj, his buddy at work and his neighbor. But he was in no hurry to go home tonight. His wife Preeti left to be with her parents for some time before she could return with the baby. After all it was their first child. She needed proper care by an experienced woman and who could be better than one’s own mom. He rubbed his tired eyes stifling a yawn.

Suddenly he felt at a loss. There was nothing much to do really. Loneliness was gripping him. He took out his cellphone to give a call to Preeti even though she had told him to call her late at night when she was free to talk. But the crowd around him gave him dirty looks as he tried to speak to her. No cellphone during the show, he was told by a viewer. So he decided to saunter out of the makeshift tent that had a platform for a stage and the viewers squatted on mats on the balding grass in the open. Behind the blank backdrop there was stark reality enveloped in darkness with cloth-made partitions for the performers for privacy.
Nikhil quietly came out in to the clear field with city lights all around. He walked a distance and stopped at a nearby chaat shop and asked for a plate of aloo-tikias or light fried potato cakes. Later he ambled along the row of shacks selling toys and a bit of everything — checking out things for Preeti and the baby. Then he stopped at a Punjabi dhaba, a little diner by the roadside, with a neon sign that glared. He needed to grab some real food for his meal for the night. Looking around he decided that he was done for the day.

It was a windless night. The electric bulb flickered for a while before it decided to stay on as it did every night when he returned home. It was stuffy inside and the fan did not do its job properly either. Not its fault. There was too much moisture in the air to cut through. The air was thick and heavy in the room. He went and splashed some water on his face and body as he changed from his work clothes to a lungi and a vest. He turned the TV on and sat on the bed to watch it with a glass of water in hand. He thought of Preeti, her slim and lithe body now heavy with life growing inside her. A smile played on his lips thinking of her and their future together with another breathing being in this suffocating room.
He slid down reclining on his bed, his head resting on the pile of pillows behind him. He was not aware of what was happening on the small screen of the TV but his eyes remained locked on it while his mind wandered from Preeti’s tearful goodbye and his growing fears of keeping his job at the factory as a welder. Times were bad. Any day things could come crashing down on the factory owners who had been trying to compete with big names in the country. This could tantamount to the workers losing their jobs and livelihood.

It was first a whisper and then a nudge that woke Nikhil up from his stupor. He could barely keep his eyes open and saw the faint figure of a lissome woman in a red and yellow sari in sequins covering half her face to hide the fact that she was laughing at him. His eyes opened wide and he thought he saw Kumari Urmilla, the alluring girl of last year’s roadshow. She was standing there and swaying with laughter in front of him. He rubbed his eyes. Yes, it was her and he saw her uneven front teeth behind those luscious red lips as she partially unveiled her face.

‘How did she manage to find me and come here?’ was the first thought that struck Nikhil. Yes, the year before when the theatre group had come over with their roadshow, Manoj and Nikhil had both broken all rules to visit the tantalizing prima donna surreptitiously in her dressing room behind the tent, courtesy Brijmohan, the local organizer of the roadshow and Nikhil’s acquaintance. On the third night of their visit in a row to the show Manoj had admitted he was completely smitten by her and had to see her again. He had taken flowers and gifts for her that Kumari Urmila accepted but flung over the metal suitcase that lay at her feet. She gave a mechanical smile that was wide but didn’t reach her eyes.
It was evident that Manoj was besotted with this enchanting beauty and did not waste time to tell her that he had good intentions of marrying her. The next few days found Manoj in a state of euphoria. One evening he begged her to elope with him after the show, promising to give her the world. Urmila’s smile was constant but her eyes moved back and forth from Manoj’s face to Nikhil’s. Nikhil stood there tongue-tied while he could also feel the sudden rise of a desire to grab her when she looked at him longer than she should have. But he had his Preeti and he was a happily married man. He did look away.
Manoj was determined to meet with her every evening till she agreed to accept his proposal. She was the woman for him, he told Nikhil. Nikhil had laughed and slapped his back telling him that women like Urmila were not to be taken home but enjoyed. But surprisingly Manoj didn’t falter in his determination to win her over and when he threatened to speak to the theatre-group owner if Urmila didn’t promise to give him an answer, she relented. She reminded him of the contract she was bound by and sighed and finally with eyes that danced with every syllable she uttered and the movement of her glossy lips, she coyly agreed to accept his offer. Manoj got a ‘yes’ for a secret rendezvous soon with Kumari Urmila to discuss further matters on their plan of action. She promised to see him at a secret spot behind the tent while the show would run on that evening — of course, courtesy Brijmohan. The day and the time to elope was to be fixed just before the theatre group moved out of town and she got her money in hand.
However, there was only one hitch. Manoj had night shift to take care of for a few days and begged Nikhil to pick up the details from her on his behalf as a good friend. That particular night, Nikhil kept his word as Manoj was busy at the factory.
Kumari Urmila was waiting with a hand written note for Manoj. From behind her dark shroud that covered her from head to toe, she gave a luscious smile as Nikhil came closer. Before he knew it she took his hand and told him flatly that she would like to run away from it all with him instead. Nikhil stood there thunderstruck for a while as she begged him to take her away that very moment.
When he found his tongue, Nikhil stuttered saying that she was mistaken. It was Manoj who wanted to be with her and that he himself was a married man. Kumari Urmila broke down crying and pleading with him saying that she only had eyes for him and not Manoj. She begged him to rescue her from the hell she was in where she performed just to entertain others. Nikhil stood still. A few moments seemed like eons. It was when the bell rang loud and clear that Kumari Urmila woke from her trance. She left his hand and tore the note she had written for Manoj and flung the pieces on Nikhil’s face. Her eyes glinted like burning embers. Two days later the troop left town.
Every bit of this flashed through Nikhil’s mind and he wondered what made Urmila return and that too to him. Manoj never spoke of her again since she left with the theatre group to some unknown destination. He drowned his hurt pride in bottles of local booze that made him vulnerable but belligerent.
“What are you doing here?” Nikhil could barely hear his own voice. In the faint light in the room Urmila looked devastatingly alluring. She laughed and moved a step closer. “Nothing,” she said. “Just came to see you.”
“Me?” Nikhil felt fear rise through his spine. He gave her a scornful glance, as if she was a witch. “Do you know what you’ve done to Manoj?”

Urmila stopped midway. Her eyes were pinned on his angry face and were filling slowly with tears. She stood there and shook her head. “I didn’t want him. I wanted you,” she whispered. There was still a subdued recklessness in her tone.
“But I didn’t want you.” Nikhil sounded cruel.

He sat up and looked at Urmila’s soft and sad face. How strange, suddenly he felt pity for her. He got on his feet and tried to move towards her. But Urmila moved away.
“Look, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I mean, Manoj is my friend and I….I am a married man. My wife has gone to have a baby.” She gave a quick look at him with a blank expression that verged on contempt.

His conscience flared up again. “Anyway, how did you find me here?” he asked in a monotone trying to maintain a cordial distance to avoid misunderstandings.

“I can find anybody if I want to,” Urmila flashed an enigmatic smile.
Nikhil said nothing. He knew some wounds are very slow to heal. Has Urmila gone mad to come looking for him from wherever she had been!
He looked at her face in the light and shade of his dimly lit room. His gaze wandered over her. He found the door shut behind her. He was slowly getting consumed by a feeling of inadequacy creeping up inside staring at this intoxicating and colourful blend of fantasy and reality. He was not sure if he could trust himself.

“Has she really come for me?” He thought to himself. “Does she really want me that much?” He took a step forward. Urmila studied his moves with feline watchfulness. She waved a hand daintily at him but her eyes wore a mournful look. Half scared of the predicament he was in, Nikhil stood still. He reverted to his sullen mood and with the wave of his hand, told her to leave.

Suddenly the sari that was covering her face dropped and in the faint glow of the capricious light bulb, charred remains of her facial skin and body, neck down, caught Nikhil’s eye. He gave out a cry and fell to the ground. Urmila was stupefied to silence and staggered backward resting her back on the door. She stood there for a moment like a bodiless, weightless being giving out almost inaudible moaning sounds. For a second Nikhil thought he saw her stretch her arm where bangles dangled and before he saw anything else, he lost consciousness.

Nikhil woke up to a roomful of people. Manoj was slapping him hard and when he opened his eyes, he scowled.
“What happened to you?” Manoj sounded worried. “I was returning home from the night shift and thought of swinging by your place. The door was ajar and you were lying on the floor. You sure had too much to drink last night, didn’t you?” He frowned. An elderly lady took a mug full of water and splashed it all over Nikhil’s face wetting his clothes.

“She was here.” Nikhil gave a blank stare at Manoj as he whispered.
“Who was?” Manoj squinted.
“She….” Nikhil looked at the crowd in his small room where the night light was still on.
Manoj looked at everybody and requested them to leave them alone assuring them that he would take care of the situation. He made Nikhil sit on the bed and faced him sitting on a broken armless chair. “Now will you tell me the truth?” Nikhil seemed still in a daze. Slowly he recounted what had happened the previous night. He broke down to tell Manoj the facts about Kumari Urmila’s passion for him.

“I couldn’t believe that she would find me here and at a time when I was alone and feeling lonely. And that face and body burnt up on one side — that was terrible.” He covered his eyes to wipe out the memory of it. “Why did she come here?”
“She wasn’t here.” Manoj sounded gruff.
“What do you mean?”
“Just that. She wasn’t here. She couldn’t be here. You just dreamed her up.”
“I saw her, Manoj.” Nikhil sat up.
“Look, she left long time back with the troop.” Manoj stretched himself in the broken chair.
“Perhaps she came back with the roadshow this time too. We just haven’t seen her.”
“She hasn’t and she cannot.” Manoj looked angry now.
“How do you know?”
“Because I do.”
“How, Manoj, how can you be so sure?”
“Because I know she couldn’t return. That bitch died some months ago.”
Nikhil’s eyes were wide open. “What are you saying? Died? How?” Those burnt patches on her face and body, those woeful eyes! Suddenly Nikhil wanted to puke. When he came back from emptying out his stomach, Manoj sat quiet and sad for some time looking at him. Then he looked up and said, “Well then, if you really must know, she died exactly three months ago. She was charred to death.” There was a cruel grin on his face.” Even in death that bitch longed for someone else when I promised her the moon.”
Nikhil gave out a gasp of horror and covered his mouth.
Manoj got up and turned off the light that was burning with shame as the sun streamed in through the window.
“When….. Where and how?” Nikhil took time to spell these words out.
“There was a fire in her tent when they took the show to Ramnagar. It was a hot month and the air was dry by the highway. Something caught fire and that was it.” Manoj gave an indifferent shrug. Nikhil just gave a blank nod of understanding. He couldn’t take his eyes off Manoj’s grim countenance.
“Who told you that?” Nikhil asked after a pause.
“Nobody did, I was there.” He gave a wry smile. “Remember I took leave for three days in the middle of summer? That was when I decided to go looking for her. I kept track of her moves…. wherever they were performing.” Manoj got up and took a glass of water from the pitcher left in a cool corner. He wanted to know if Nikhil wanted a drink of water. Nikhil just shook his head even though his mouth was going dry.
Manoj came back and sat next to him on the bed. Very confidentially and with much conviction he said, “She was sleeping in her cot when the fire broke out and before she could do anything, her side of the tent fell on her and she was consumed by the hungry flames.”
“Then what? The police came and some people were taken to the nearby hospital. She died on the way.” Manoj helped himself to a cigarette from Nikhil’s packet on the bed. “The bitch never came to me. Even in death she wanted to be with you.” He gnashed his teeth as he struck a matchbox.
“Do they know what caused the fire?” Nikhil stuttered.
“Don’t think so. They blamed it on the lamps burning low and the stormy winds.” His big belly jiggled as he laughed mirthlessly.
“How do you know all that?” Manoj gave a scathing look.
“I should….. I caused the fire on her side of the tent.” He blinked. “No more roadshows for her….. no more betrayal. ” He caught his belly and roared with laughter, his body shaking with ripples all over.
******************* THE END ********************

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Submitted by: Dola Dutta Roy
Submitted on: Thu Jul 21 2016 21:16:16 GMT+0530 (IST)
Category: Fiction-An Imaginary Story
Language: English

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ಓಡಿ ಬಾರಯ್ಯ ವೈಕುಂಠಪತಿ ನಿನ್ನ ನೋಡುವೆ ಮನದಣಿಯ
ನೋಡಿ ಮುದ್ದಾಡಿ ಮಾತಾಡಿ ಸಂತೋಷದಿ
ಪಾಡಿ ಪೊಗಳುವೆನು ಪರಮ ಪುರುಷ ಹರಿ ||ಪ.||

ಕೆಂದಾವರೆಯಂತೆ ಪಾದಂಗಳು ರಂಗ
ಚಂದದಿ ಧಿಮಿಧಿಮಿ ಕುಣಿಯುತಲಿ
ಅಂದುಗೆ ಗೆಜ್ಜೆಯಿಂ ನಲಿಯುತ ಬಾರೋ
ಅರವಿಂದ ನಯನ ಗೋವಿಂದ ನೀ ಬಾರೋ ||೧||

ಕೋಟಿ ಸೂರ್ಯ ಪ್ರಭಾ ಕಾಂತಿಗಳಿಂದ
ಕಿರೀಟ ಕುಂಡಲ ಬಾವುಲಿ ಹೊಳೆಯೆ
ಲಲಾಟ ಕಸ್ತೂರಿ ತಿಲಕವಿಡುವೆ ರಂಗ
ಕೂಟ ಗೋಪಾಲರ ಆಟ ಸಾಕೋ ಈಗ ||೨||

ಮಂಗಳಾತ್ಮಕ ಮೋಹನಕಾಯನೆ
ಸಂಗೀತಲೋಲ ಸದ್ಗುಣಶೀಲ
ಅಂಗನೆ ಲಕುಮಿ ಸಹಿತವಾಗಿ ಬಂದೆನ್ನ
ಅಂಗಳದೊಳಗಾಡೊ ಪುರಂದರ ವಿಠಲ ||೩||

ODi bArayya vaikuMThapati ninna nODuve manadaNiya
nODi muddADi mAtADi saMtOShadi
pADi pogaLuvenu parama puruSha hari ||pa.||

keMdAvareyaMte pAdaMgaLu raMga
chaMdadi dhimidhimi kuNiyutali
aMduge gejjeyiM naliyuta bArO
araviMda nayana gOviMda nI bArO ||1||

kOTi sUrya prabhA kAMtigaLiMda
kirITa kuMDala bAvuli hoLeye
lalATa kastUri tilakaviDuve raMga
kUTa gOpAlara ATa sAkO Iga ||2||

maMgaLAtmaka mOhanakAyane
saMgItalOla sadguNashIla
aMgane lakumi sahitavAgi baMdenna
aMgaLadoLagADo puraMdara viThala ||3||

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Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!
Anthony Liccione

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Submitted on: Sun Jul 24 2016 22:09:16 GMT+0530 (IST)
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After the tigers are done, we will reduce the humans.
For what happens to the beasts happens to man.
7 billion humans will take their time to go,
to hasten it though, wars will come and go.
Even then, famines and riots will kill more.
For every end of a term,
the dominant species on earth must change.
It will then be time,
for the quiet and subtle,

-बे. हरेकृष्ण आचार्य

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Submitted on: Fri Jul 15 2016 13:58:56 GMT+0530 (IST)
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ಓದಿದಾ ಓದು ತಾ , ವೇದ ಕಬ್ಬಿನ ಸಿಪ್ಪೆ
ಓದಿನಾ ಒಡಲನರಿಯದಿಹರೆ , ಸಿಪ್ಪೆ ಕ
ಬ್ಬಾದಂತೆ ಕಾಣೋ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

There is no profit in blind reading
Blind reading is like sugarcane husk
Understanding is the essence of reading
making sugarcane out of the husk –


ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು ತನಗೆ , ಬಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು ಪರರಿಗೆ
ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು ಕೆಟ್ಟಿತೆನಬೇಡ , ಮುಂದೆ
ಕಟ್ಟಿಹುದು ಬುತ್ತಿ , ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

Donating in person bears fruit to oneself
What is not donated will one day get into other hands
It is not good to feel lost after donating
In the future it reserves a place in heaven –

ಒಂದೊಂದು ಹನಿಬಿದ್ದು ನಿಂದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಡವಕ್ಕು
ಸಂದ ಸತ್ಪುರುಷ ನೋಡಲಾಗಿ ಪರಬೊಮ್ಮ
ಮುಂದೆ ಬಂದಕ್ಕು , ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

Just like a drop joining a drop can create an ocean,
A person by meeting good souls and learning moral values
earns an ocean of knowledge –


ಒಲೆಗುಂಡನೊಬ್ಬನೇ ಮೆಲಬಹುದು ಎಂದಿಹರೆ
ಮೆಲಬಹುದು ಎಂಬವನೆ ಜಾಣ , ಮೂರ್ಖನ
ಗೆಲುವಾಗದಯ್ಯ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

Arguing with a fool is itself a foolish act
If a fool says iron can be chewed , one must say
yes it can be chewed , and allow the fool to win !! – Sarvagna

ಎಲೆವಿಲ್ಲ ನಾಲಿಗೆಗೆ ಬಲವಿಲ್ಲ ಬಡವಂಗೆ
ತೊಲೆಕಂಬವಿಲ್ಲ ಗಗನಕ್ಕೆ , ದೇವರಲ್ಲಿ
ಕುಲಭೇದವಿಲ್ಲ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

Tongue does not have bone , Poor do not have any support
Sky does not have any ladders , Similarly
God does not do any discrimination – Sarvagna


ಕಿಚ್ಚಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಕೃತವು , ಪಚ್ಚತಿರ ಕರ್ಪೂರವು
ಅಚ್ಚಳಿದು ನಿಜದಿ ನಿಂದಂತೆ ಭೇದವನು
ಮುಚ್ಚುವನೆ ಶರಣ , ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

On a fire, when we put pure ghee or pure camphor ,
it burns out and releases the same flame. Similarly , one who realizes that
Atma and Paramatma are one and same is a real Sharana –


ಈಶತ್ರವಿಲ್ಲದಲೆ ಈಶ್ವರನು ಎನಿಸಿಹನೆ ?
ಈಶನಾನೀಶನೇನಬೇಡ , ಜಗದಿ ಮಾ
ನೀಶನೇ ಈಶ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

Anybody who does not have spirituality cannot be called a God
Nobody should be in the delusion saying ‘I am God’
Those people who are respected among all worlds are the real Gods. – Sarvagna

ಅಂಕದರ್ಜುನ ಹೇಡಿ , ಶಂಕರನು ತಿರಿದುಂಡ
ಪಂಕಜನಾಭ ದನಕಾಯ್ದ , ಇನ್ನುಳಿದವರ
ಬಿಂಕಬೇನೆಂದ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

The great warrior Arjuna had to cowardly disguise at some time
The great bestower Shankara had to beg at some time
The great Sri Krishna had to feed the cattle
Then what about we, normal beings –


ಒಡಲೆಂಬ ಹುತ್ತಕ್ಕೆ ನುಡಿದ ನಾಲಿಗೆ ಸರ್ಪ
ಕದುರೋಷನೆಂಬ ವಿಶವೇರಿ ಸಮತೆ ಗಾ
ರುಡಿಗನಂತಿಕ್ಕು ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

In our body which is like a termitarium , tongue is like a snake
When it tastes with a poison like Anger
It will be like an enemy for body balance –

ಅಂಗನೆಯು ಒಲಿಯುವುದು , ಬಂಗಾರ ದೊರೆಯುವುದು
ಸಂಗ್ರಾಮದೊಳು ಗೆಲ್ಲುವುದು , ಇವು ಮೂರು
ಸಂಗಯ್ಯನೊಲುಮೆ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

Winning a girl , Getting Gold , Winning a war
All these 3 are under the blessings of God

ಅವಯವಗಳೆಲ್ಲರಿಗೆ ಸಮವಾಗಿ ಇರುತಿರಲು
ಭವಿ , ಭಕ್ತ , ಶ್ಚಪಚ , ಶೂದ್ರರಿವರಿಂತೆಂಬ
ಕವನವೆತ್ತಣದೋ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

In God’s view every religion people have the same body,
When every function of it is same among all , classifying them as
Brahman , Shudra etc is just a word without content –

ಎಂಜಲವು ಶಾಚವು , ಸಂಜೆ ಎಂದೆನಬೇಡ
ಕುಂಜರವು ವನವನೆನೆವಂತೆ , ಬಿಡದೆನಿ
ರಂಜನನ ನೆನೆಯೂ – ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

There is no specific right or wrong time to pray God
Instead of saying now I am eating and not pure , its evening ,
I will pray later etc , you can fix your mind on God anytime- Sarvagna

ಐವರಟ್ಟಾಳುಗಳ ಯೌವನದ ಹಿಂಡುಗಳು
ತವಕದಿಂದ ಹೊಯ ನಿಂದಾತ , ಜಗದೊಳಗೆ
ದೈವ ತಾನಕ್ಕು –

Enemies like Anger , Lust , Greed, Delusion , Pride , Jealousy jump on the mind and try to injure it. One who controls them and blows them out will be a God – Sarvagna

ಎಲುತೊಗಲು ನರಮಾಂಸ , ಬಲಿದ ಚರ್ಮದ ಹೊದಿಕೆ
ಹೊಲೆ ರಕ್ತ ಶುಕ್ಲದಿಂದಾದ ದೇಹಕೆ
ಕುಲವಾವುದಯ್ಯ ? ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

With nerves, bones , flesh , blood , semen, covered by beautiful skin
It forms our body which is common to everyone
Then where is upper class and lower class family –

ಆಕೆಯನು ಕಂಡು ಮನೆ ಆಕೆಯನು ಮರೆದಿಹರೆ
ಹಾಕಿದ ಉರಿಕೆ ಹರಿದಂತೆ , ಮನೆಯೊಳಿ
ದ್ದಾಕೆ ಕೆಡುಗು ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

If any man falls behind another women, forgetting his virtuous wife ,
his state will be like a broken string
his wife’s ire will burn his family –

ಅಂಗನೆಯ ಗುಣೆಯಾಗಿ , ಅಂಗಳದಿ ಹೊರಸಾಗಿ
ತಂಗಾಳಿ ಚೊನ್ನದಿರುಳಾಗಿ , ಬೇಸಿಗೆಂದು
ಹಿಂಗದೇ ಇರಲಿ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

If our virtuous wife is together nearby,
And if in the yard of our home there a soft mattress
And If cool breeze touches us slowly
Then there is no fear of any long lasting summer – Sarvagna

ಊರಿಂಗೆ ದಾರಿಯನು , ಆರು ತೋರಿದೊಡೇನು
ಸಾರಾಯದ ನಿಜವ ತೋರುವ ಗುರುವು ತಾ
ನಾರಾದರೇನು ? ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

What matters if anybody guides us the route to a village
What matters if anybody guides us towards truth
They are also our teachers – Sarvagna
ಉಳ್ಳಲ್ಲಿ ಉಣಲಿಲ್ಲ ಉಳ್ಳಲ್ಲಿ ಉಡಲಿಲ್ಲ
ಉಳ್ಳಲ್ಲಿ ದಾನ ಕೊಪರೊಲ್ಲದವನೊದವೆ
ಕಳ್ಳನೆ , ನ್ರುಪಗೆ –

Even when God has given many things
One who does not utilize it for oneself nor gives it to others
Such things finally reach either a thief or a King – Sarvagna

ಉದ್ದಿನ ವಡೆ ಲೇಸು , ಬುದ್ಧಿಯ ನುಡಿ ಲೇಸು
ಬಿದ್ದೊಡನೆ ಕೈಗೆ ಬರಲೇಸು , ಶಿಶುವಿಗೆ
ಮುದ್ದಾಟ ಲೇಸು , ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

For taste and health Vada made from pulses is good
For a sad person, intellectual sayings brings in happiness
For any person, cuddling children brings more happiness – Sarvagna
ಉಣಬಂದ ಜಂಗಮಗೆ ಉಣಬಡಿಸಲೋಲ್ಲದಲೆ
ಉಣದಿಪ್ಪ ಲಿಂಗಕುಣಬಡಿಸಿ , ಕೈ ಮುಗಿವ
ಬಣಗುಗಳ ನೋಡಾ , ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

What to say to a person’s superstitious beliefs
Who does not pay attention to a sage who comes starving for food
and salutes in front of a idol serving food for the idol –

ಇಂದ್ರನಾನೆಯ ನೇರಿ ಒಂದನೂ ಕೊಡಲರಿಯ
ಚಂದ್ರಶೇಕರನು ಮುದಿ ಎತ್ತನೇರಿ
ಬೇಕೆಂದುದನು ಕೊಡುವೆ – ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

Indra, who even after having an elephant like Airavatha does not know charity
While our Shiva Chandrashekara comes on an old bull
And gives happily anything who asks him with Bhakthi (Devotion) – Sarvagna

ಇಕ್ಕಿದಾತನು ಉಂಡು , ನಕ್ಕು ಸ್ವರ್ಗಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋದ
ಇಕ್ಕದನು ಹೋದ ನರಕಕ್ಕೆ , ಲೋಕದೊಳ್ಳ
ಗಿಕ್ಕಲೇಬೇಕು , ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

One who eats and donates to others reaches heaven happily
One who only eats and does not donate , reaches hell
Hence one should eat and donate, so that others can also eat –

ಆರು ಬೆಟ್ಟವನೊಬ್ಬ ಹಾರಬಹುದೆಂದರೆ
ಹಾರಬಹುದೆಂದು ಎನಬೇಕು , ಮೂರ್ಕನೊಡ
ಹೋರಾಟ ಸಲ್ಲ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

If some foolish person says he can jump 6 hills at once
One must accept it.
One must not enter into a debate with foolish people – Sarvagna

ಅನ್ನವನು ಇಕ್ಕುವನು ಉನ್ನತವ ಪಡೆಯುವನು
ಉನ್ನತನು ಅಪ್ಪಯತಿಗಿಕ್ಕಿದಾ ಲೋಬಿ ತಾ
ಕುನ್ನಿಗೂ ಕಿರಿಯ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

There is no high and low who donates food.
Those who wholeheartedly donate food definitely live in harmony
Those rich people who have the capacity to feed the elderly and still do not donate are lesser than a itchy dog –

ಅಲ್ಲಿಪ್ಪನಿಲ್ಲಿಪ್ಪನೆಲ್ಲಿಪ್ಪ ನೆನಬೇಡ
ಕಲ್ಲಿನಂತಿಪ್ಪ ಮಾನವನ , ಮನ ಕರಗೆ
ಅಲ್ಲಿಪ್ಪ ನೋಡ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

God is present in clay , Stone everywhere
Not only that , if one makes an attempt by dissolving his stone heart
With Bhakthi , one finds God in his heart himself – Sarvagna

ಅಡಿಕೆ ಇಲ್ಲದ ವೀಳ್ಯ , ಕಿಡಕಿ ಇಲ್ಲದ ಮನೆಯು
ಒಡಕು ಬಾಯವಳ ಮನೆವಾರ್ತೇ ಎಣ್ಣೆಯ
ಕುಡಿಕೆಯೊಡೆದಂತೆ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

Betel leaves without nuts , a house without windows,
a wife without control on tongue, who disclose secrets
are like a broken clay oil lamp which never lets oil to provide light


ಅಂದಕನು ನಿಂದಿರಲು ಮುಂದೆ ಬಪ್ಪರ ಕಾಣ
ಬಂದರೆ ಬಾಯೆಂದೆನದಿರ್ಪ ಗರುವಿಯ
ದಂದುಗವೇ ಬೇಡ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

A blind person may not recognize another standing in front of him
A normal person with ego does not notice people in front and passes without recognizing just like blinded. It is always good to stay away from such people.


ಅನ್ಯಸತಿಯನ್ನು ಕಂಡು , ತನ್ನ ಹೆತ್ತವಳೆಂದು
ಮನ್ನಿಸಿ ನೆಡೆದ ಪುರುಷಂಗೆ , ಇಹಪರದಿ
ಮುನ್ನ ಭಯವಿಲ್ಲ ಸರ್ವಜ್ನ

Any man who treats other’s wife as his mother
and respects her , he has no fear of the current or the after worlds.
Nothing bad touches him.
– Sarvagna

ಅನ್ನ ದಾನಗಳಿಂತ ಮುನ್ನ ದಾನಗಳಿಲ್ಲ
ಅನ್ನಕೆ ಮಿಗಿಲು ಇನ್ನಿಲ್ಲ , ಜಗದೊಳಗೆ
ಅನ್ನವೇ ಪ್ರಾಣ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

There is nothing greater than donating food
There is nothing more than food ,
World’s life runs on food


ಕೆಲವಂ ಬಲ್ಲವರಿಂದ ಕಲ್ತು
ಕೆಲವಂ ಮಳ್ಪವರಿಂದ ಕಂಡು ಮತ್ತೆ
ಹಲವಂ ತಾನೆ ಸ್ವತಃಮಾಡಿ ತಿಳಿ ಎಂದ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ

Listen to those who know
Watch those who do
Rest do it yourself and learn –


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ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ ಎಂಬುವನು ಗರ್ವದಿ೦ ಆದವನೆ
ಎಲ್ಲರ ಬಳಿ ಒಂದು-ಒಂದು ಮಾತನ್ನು ಕಲಿತು
ವಿದ್ಯೆ ಎನ್ನುವ ಪರ್ವತ ಆದ ನಮ್ಮ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೧ II

Sarvagna-embuvanu garvadhi-indha-aadhavane
Sarva-rollu ondhu-ondhu nudi-kalithu
Vidye-a parvatha-ve aadha sarvagna II ೧ II

Sarvagna was made of vanity too
He learnt a word of wisdom from each
Thereby, became a mountain of knowledge

ಏಳು ಕೋಟಿಯ ಏಳು ಲಕ್ಷದ
ಏಳು ಸಾವಿರದ ಎಪ್ಪತ್ತು ವಚನಗಳನ್ನು
ಹೇಳಿದಾನೆ ಕೇಳಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೨ II

elu kotiye koti, elu lakshave laksha
elu saaviradha eppatthu vachanagala
hellithanu kela sarvagna II ೨ II

Seven crore Seven lac
Seven thousand and Seventy words
Have been uttered by me, listen oh folks

ಮನಸು ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನ ಸುತ್ತಿದಲ್ಲಿ ಫಲವೇನು
ಎತ್ತು ಗಾಣವನು ಹೊತ್ತು ತಾ
ನಿತ್ಯ ವಾಗಿ ಸುತ್ತಿ ಬಂದಂತೆ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೪ II

Chitthavu-illadhe gudiya suthidhode falavenu
etthu gaannavanu hotthu tha
nithyadhalli sutthibandhanthe sarvagna II ೪ II

With the mind elsewhere, What is the use of going around temples?
It is similar to the Ox
going around the oil crusher, oh foolish men

ಮೂರ್ಖನಿಗೆ ಬುದ್ಧಿಯನು ಎಷ್ಟೇ ಕಾಲ ಹೇಳಿದರು
ಒಂದು ದೊಡ್ಡ ಕಲ್ಲಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಮಳೆ ಸುರಿದಂತೆ
ಎಷ್ಟು ಸುರಿದರು ಆ ಕಲ್ಲು ನೀರು ಕುಡಿಯುವುದಿಲ್ಲ II ೫ II

Murkha-nige Budhi-yanu noor-kala paellidharu
gorkalla-mel malle garedhare
Aa-kallu neeru-kudivudhe sarvagna II ೫ II

Giving advice to a fool for hundred years
Is like heavy rain pouring on a stone
The stone does not drink the water
ಸಾಲವನು ಕೊಂಡಾಗ ಹಾಲು ಕುಡಿದಂತೆ
ಸಾಲಿಗನು ಬಂದು ಹಣ ಕೇಳುವಾಗ
ಕಿಬ್ಬದಿಯ ಕಿಲು ಮುರಿದಂತೆ ಎಂದಿದಾನೆ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೬ II

Saalavanu kombaaga halogarundanthe
saligaru bandu elevaaga
kibbadhiya keelu muridhanthe sarvagna II ೬ II

Money being borrowed is like nectar
When loaner torments to return the money
It aches like the backbone is being crushed
ಅನ್ನವನು ನೀಡುವುದು ಸತ್ಯ ವನು ಹೇಳುವುದು
ತನ್ನ೦ತೆ ಪರರ ನೆನೆದರೆ
ಕೈಲಾಸ ನಿನ್ನದಾಗುವುದು ಎಂದಿದಾನೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೭ II

Anna-vanu Ikkuvudu nanni-yanu nudiyuvudu
thann-anthe parara bagedode
kailasa binna-anavakku sarvagna II ೭ II

Giving food, telling truth
Considering oneness in all
Will surely lead YOU to Heaven
ಎಲ್ಲರು ಬಲ್ಲವರಲ್ಲ ಬಲ್ಲವರಿದ್ದರು ಅವರು ಬಹಳ್ಳಿಲ
ಬಲ್ಲವರಿದ್ದರು ಬಲವಿಲ್ಲ
ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗಲ್ಲ ಎಂದಿದಾನೆ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೮ II

Ella Ballavarilla Balla-varu Bahalilla
bala-villa ballavariddhu
sahithya ellarigalla sarvagna II ೮ II

No one knows everything, those who know are very few
There’s no strength even if there are those who know
The scripts are not available for everybody
ಕಚ್ಚೆ ಕೈ ಮತ್ತೆ ಬಾಯಿ ಮಾತು ಹತೋಟಿಯಲಿದ್ದರೆ
ವಿಷ್ಣು ಬ್ರಹ್ಮ ನಂತೆ ಲೋಕದಲ್ಲಿ
ಚಿಂತೆ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಬಾಳುವನು ಎಂದಿದಾನೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೯ II

kacche-kai-baigalu icche-yali Iddhihare
achyuthanappa ajanappa lokadali
nishchinthanappa sarvagna II ೯ II

If a man has control over his pants, hand and words
He would be like the Gods in this world
Walking without any worries
ಒಳ್ಳೆಯವರ ಮಿತ್ರತೆ ಜೆನಿನಹಾಗೆ
ಕೆಟ್ಟವರ ಮಿತ್ರತೆ ಬಚ್ಚಲಿನ
ಕೊಚ್ಚೆಯ ಹಾಗಿರುತದೆ ಎಂದಿದಾನೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೧೦ II

Sajjanara sanga-vadhu hejjenu savidhanthe
durjanara sanga bacchalla
koccheyanthiruthadhe sarvagna II ೧೦ II

The company of good men is like savouring honey
The company of bad men is like the stink
of sewage
ಸೋಮರಸವನ್ನು ಕುಡಿಯುವನು ಹಂದಿಯಂತೆ
ಹಂದಿಯು ಕೆಲವುಕಡೆ ಉಪಕಾರಿ
ಕುಡುಕ ಹಂದಿಗೂ ಕಡಿಮೆ ಎಂದಿದಾನೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೧೧ I

Saendhiyanu saevipanu handiyanthi-ru-thi-hanu
handi-yondhede upakaari
kuduka handigu kadime sarvagna II ೧೧ II

A drunkard is like a pig
Even a pig at times is useful
A drunkard is worse than a pig
ಹೇಳದೆ ಕೊಡುವವನು ಉತ್ತಮನು
ಹೇಳಿ ಕೊಡುವವನು ಮಧ್ಯಮನು
ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಹೇಳಿ ಕೊಡದಿರುವಂತವನೆ ಅಧಮನು II ೧೨ II

Aada-dhele koduvavanu roodi-yolagutthamanu
aadi koduvavanu madhyamanu
adhama thaanadi kodadhavanu sarvagna II ೧೨ II

He who speaks not of his charity is superior
He who speaks and gives is normal
He who boasts and gives not, is inferior
ಇರಲು ಮನೆಯು ಖರ್ಚಿಗೆ ಹಣವು
ಇಷ್ಟದಂತೆ ನಡೆವ ಸತಿಯು ಇರಲು
ಸ್ವರ್ಗವು ಬೇಡದಂತಾಗುವುದು ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೧೩ II

Becchana maneyaagi vecchakke honnagi
iccheyanaritu nadeva satiyaagi
swargakke kicchu-biddhanthe sarvagna II ೧೩ II

A warm house, handsome money
And an understanding wife for a MAN
Even Heavens cannot match these comforts
ಹೂವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಪೂಜೆಯು ಕುದುರೆ ಇಲ್ಲದ ರಾಜನು
ಭಾಷೆ ಅರಿಯದವಳ ಸಂಗಾತವು
ಪ್ರಯೋಜನಕ್ಕೆ ಬಾರದು ಎಂದಿದಾನೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೧೪ II

Pushpavilladha pooje ashvavilladha arasa
bhaashebaaradavala gelethanavu
vyarthakaanayya sarvagna II ೧೪ II

A worship without flowers, A king without a horse
Friendship with a woman who speaks not your language
All these do not come to use anywhere
ಆರು ಬೆಟ್ಟವನು ಹಾರಿದನು ಎಂದರೆ
ಅವನು ಹಾರಿದ ಎಂದು ಒಪ್ಪಬೇಕು ಮೂರ್ಖರ ಬಳಿ
ಜಗಳ ಬೇಡ ಇಂತಿ ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ II ೧೫ II

Aaru-bettava haaridha-nen-dhare
haridha-nen-dena-beku murkha-rolu
kalaha-ve salla sarvagna II ೧೫ II

I jumped across six mountains;
He did you pronounce; With fools!
Prove them not wrong, Sarvagna

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