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ಅವರ ಕತೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಜಾಣತನದ ಹೇಳಿಕೆಗಳೇ ಇಲ್ಲ . ಅವು ಅಪ್ಪಟ ಕಲಾಕೃತಿಗಳು ಅಷ್ಟೇ. ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಲೇಖಕ ತಾನು ಕೇಳಿದ ಕತೆಯನ್ನು ನಮಗೆ ದಾಟಿಸಿಬಿಡುತ್ತಾನೆ. ಹಾಗೆ ದಾಟಿಸುವಾಗ ಆ ಕತೆಗೆ ಲೇಖಕನ ಹಮ್ಮಿನ ಲೇಪವಾಗಲೀ, ಬೌದ್ಧಿಕತೆಯ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನವಾಗಲೀ ಇರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ . ಅದೇ ಅವರ ಶಕ್ತಿ.

* ಸತ್ಯವ್ರತ ಹೊಸಬೆಟ್ಟು

Masti Venkatesh Iyengarತುಂಬ ಸಜ್ಜನರೂ ಆಗಿದ್ದ ಮಾಸ್ತಿ ವೆಂಕಟೇಶ ಅಯ್ಯಂಗಾರರನ್ನು ಈಗಿನ ಕಾಲದ ಸಾಹಿತಿಗಳೂ ಕನ್ನಡ ಪ್ರೇಮಿಗಳೂ ಮಾಸ್ತಿ- ಕನ್ನಡದ ಆಸ್ತಿ ಎಂದೊಂದು ಪ್ರಾಸಬದ್ಧ ಹೇಳಿಕೆ ಒಗೆದು ಕೈ ಬಿಡುವುದುಂಟು. ಅವರು ಶ್ರೀನಿವಾಸ ಕಾವ್ಯನಾಮದಿಂದ ಬರೆದರೂ ಉಳಿದುಕೊಂಡದ್ದು ಮಾಸ್ತಿ . ಕುವೆಂಪು ಥರದವರು ಕಾವ್ಯನಾಮದಿಂದ ಹೆಸರಾದರೆ, ಮಾಸ್ತಿ ನಿಜ ನಾಮಧೇಯದಿಂದಲೇ ಹೆಸರು ಮಾಡಿದರು.

ಮಾಸ್ತಿಯವರಿಗೆ ಜ್ಞಾನಪೀಠ ಬಂದದ್ದು ತಡವಾಗಿ. ಅವರಿಗಿಂತ ಚಿಕ್ಕವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಬಂದ ನಂತರ. ಆಗ ಯಾರೋ ಮಾಸ್ತಿಯವರನ್ನು ಕೇಳಿದರಂತೆ – ನಿಮಗಿಂತ ಚಿಕ್ಕವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಜ್ಞಾನಪೀಠ ಬಂದ ನಂತರ ನಿಮಗೆ ಬರ್ತಾ ಇದೆ. ಈ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬೇಸರವಿದೆಯಾ? ಮಾಸ್ತಿ ಜಾಣರು. ಮನೇಲಿ ಸಿಹಿ ತಿಂಡಿ ಮಾಡಿದ್ರೆ ಮೊದಲು ಯಾರಿಗೆ ಕೊಡ್ತಾರೆ ಹೇಳಿ? ಚಿಕ್ಕೋರಿಗೆ ತಾನೇ? ಹಾಗೇ ಒಳ್ಳೇದನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಮೊದಲು ಚಿಕ್ಕೋರಿಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ನಂತರ ನಾವು ತಗೋಬೇಕು. ಉಳಿದವರೆಲ್ಲ ತಮಗಿಂತ ಚಿಕ್ಕವರು ಅನ್ನೋದನ್ನು , ತಮಗೆ ತಡವಾಗಿ ಬಂದದ್ದರಿಂದ ಬೇಸರವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ನೋದನ್ನು ಮಾಸ್ತಿ ತೋರಿಸಿಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು ಹೀಗೆ. ಆದರೆ, ಅವರ ಕತೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಇಂಥ ಜಾಣತನದ ಹೇಳಿಕೆಗಳೇ ಇಲ್ಲ . ಅವು ಅಪ್ಪಟ ಕಲಾಕೃತಿಗಳು ಅಷ್ಟೇ. ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಲೇಖಕ ತಾನು ಕೇಳಿದ ಕತೆಯನ್ನು ನಮಗೆ ದಾಟಿಸಿಬಿಡುತ್ತಾನೆ. ಹಾಗೆ ದಾಟಿಸುವಾಗ ಆ ಕತೆಗೆ ಲೇಖಕನ ಹಮ್ಮಿನ ಲೇಪವಾಗಲೀ, ಬೌದ್ಧಿಕತೆಯ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನವಾಗಲೀ ಇರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ . ಅದೇ ಅವರ ಶಕ್ತಿ .

ಕೋಲಾರ ಜಿಲ್ಲೆಯ ಮಾಲೂರು ತಾಲ್ಲೂಕು ಹೊಂಗೇನಹಳ್ಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾಸ್ತಿ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು 1891 ರ ಜೂನ್‌ 6 ರಂದು. ತಂದೆ ರಾಮಸ್ವಾಮಿ ಅಯ್ಯಂಗಾರ್‌. ತಾಯಿ ತಿರುಮಲಮ್ಮ . ಬಡ ಕುಟುಂಬದಿಂದ ಬಂದ ಮಾಸ್ತಿಗೆ, ಓದಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಅಪಾರ ಆಸಕ್ತಿ . ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ನೀರೆರದವರು ಅಧ್ಯಾಪಕ ನಾರಣಪ್ಪ . ಹೊಂಗೇನಹಳ್ಳಿಯ ಶಿವಾರಪಟ್ಟಣದ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಸ್ಕೂಲಿನಿಂದ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನ ಸೆಂಟ್ರಲ್‌ ಕಾಲೇಜಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಪಡೆದುಕೊಂಡ ಬಿ.ಎ. ಪದವಿ ತನಕ ಮಾಸ್ತಿ ಓದಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಹಿಂದೆ ಬಿದ್ದವರಲ್ಲ . ಮುಂದೆ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್‌ ಉಪನ್ಯಾಸಕರಾಗಿ, ಮೈಸೂರು ಸಿವಿಲ್‌ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಪಾಸಾಗಿ ಅಸಿಸ್ಟೆಂಟ್‌ ಕಮಿಷನರ್‌ ಆಗಿ, ರಾಜಸೇವಾಪ್ರಸಕ್ತ ಬಿರುದನ್ನೂ ಮಾಸ್ತಿ ಪಡೆದದ್ದು ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ಕತೆ.

ಮಾಸ್ತಿಯವರಿಗೆ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್‌ನಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದು ಜನಪ್ರಿಯರಾಗಬೇಕೆಂದು ಆಸೆಯಿತ್ತು . ಆದರೆ, ಅವರ ವೃತ್ತಿ ಜೀವನದ ಘಟನೆಯಾಂದು ಅವರು ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆಯುವಂತೆ ಪ್ರೇರೇಪಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಕೋಲಾರದ ಮಲ್ಲಸಂದ್ರ ಗ್ರಾಮದ ಜಮಾಬಂದಿಗೆ ಹೋದಾಗ ಅವರು ತಪ್ಪು ಮಾಡಿದ ರೈತನ ಮೇಲೆ ರೇಗುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಏನಯ್ಯಾ.. ನಿಂಗೆ ರೂಲ್ಸ್‌ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ವಾ ? ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಆತ ರೂಲ್ಸ್‌ ಎಲ್ಲ ಇಂಗ್ಲೀಷಿನಲ್ಲಿದೆ. ನನಗೆ ಹೇಗೆ ತಿಳಿಯಬೇಕು ಎಂದು ವಿನಯದ ಮಾತಾಡುತ್ತಾನೆ. ಅದು ತನಗೆ ಆಡಳಿತದ ವೈಫಲ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾರಣವೇನು ಅನ್ನೋದನ್ನು ತಿಳಿಸಿಕೊಟ್ಟಿತು ಅನ್ನುತ್ತಾರೆ ಮಾಸ್ತಿ. ಅಂದಿನಿಂದ ಅವರು ಕನ್ನಡದ ಆಸ್ತಿಯಾಗುತ್ತಾರೆ.

ಅವರ ಮೊದಲ ಕತೆ ರಂಗನ ಮದುವೆ. ಅವರ ಹದಿನಾರು ಕಥಾ ಸಂಕಲನಗಳು ಬಿಡುಗಡೆಯಾಗಿವೆ. ಸುಬ್ಬಣ್ಣ , ಚನ್ನಬಸವ ನಾಯಕ, ಚಿಕ್ಕವೀರ ರಾಜೇಂದ್ರ, ಶೇಷಮ್ಮ , ಮಾತುಗಾರ ರಾಮಣ್ಣ ಮುಂತಾದ ಕಾದಂಬರಿಗಳನ್ನೂ, ನವರಾತ್ರಿ ಮಾಲಿಕೆಯಿಂದ ಹಿಡಿದು ಶ್ರೀರಾಮ ಪಟ್ಟಾಭಿಷೇಕದ ತನಕ ಕವನ ಸಂಕಲನಗಳನ್ನೂ, ಕಾಕನಕೋಟೆಯಂಥ ನಾಟಕಗಳನ್ನೂ ಬರೆದಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಜೀವನಚರಿತ್ರೆ, ವಿಮರ್ಶೆ ಕೂಡ ಬರೆದುದ್ದುಂಟು. ಮಾಸ್ತಿಯವರ ಕತೆಯನ್ನು ಅಜ್ಜ ಹಾಗೂ ಮೊಮ್ಮಗಳು ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಕುಳಿತು ಓದಬಹುದು. ಅಷ್ಟು ಸಜ್ಜನಿಕೆಯೂ ಸುಸಂಸ್ಕೃತವೂ ಆಗಿರುತ್ತವೆ. ಈಗಿನ ಕತೆಗಳು ಹಾಗಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂದು ಅನಂತ ಮೂರ್ತಿಯವರೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದರು. ಅದು ನಿಜ.

ಜನನ- 06.06.1891 (ಕೋಲಾರ ಜಿಲ್ಲೆಯ ಮಾಸ್ತಿ) , ಮರಣ- 06.06.1986

ಪ್ರಮುಖ ಕೃತಿಗಳು

ಕಾದಂಬರಿಗಳು : ಚೆನ್ನಬಸವ ನಾಯಕ, ಚಿಕವೀರ ರಾಜೇಂದ್ರ, ಸುಬ್ಬಣ್ಣ
ನಾಟಕಗಳು : ಕಾಕನಕೋಟೆ, ಯಶೋಧರಾ, ಕಾಳಿದಾಸ, ಶಿವ ಛತ್ರಪತಿ
ಆತ್ಮ ಕಥನ : ಭಾವ
ಕವನ ಸಂಕಲನ : ಬಿನ್ನಹ, ತಾವರೆ
ಖಂಡಕಾವ್ಯ : ಶ್ರೀರಾಮ ಪಟ್ಟಾಭಿಷೇಕ

ಜ್ಞಾನಪೀಠ ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿ ದೊರೆತ ವರ್ಷ : 1983 (ಚಿಕವೀರ ರಾಜೇಂದ್ರ)

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MASTI VENKATESHA IYENGAR(A Story)

MASTI VENKATESHA IYENGAR
(A Story)

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On an evening some of us were having a chat in our senior friend’s bookshop located in the
Basavanagudi area. As the conversation proceeded, the topic for the day settled down on ghosts and
spirits. Since all of us present there that day, were interested in literature, naturally the conversation
moved towards the stories of the supernatural. I referred to writers like Saki, HG Wells and even Ray
Bradbury among others. As we also drifted to talk about Kannada stories, we got down to discuss
Masti Venkatesha Iyengar’s stories – “A Ghost from Malnad”, “The Spirit of Venkata Rao” etc.
The conversation continued.
Our senior friend is a well-read man. He also seems rational. He does not believe in god or ghost. In
spite of his known stance, he started narrating his experience that went against his beliefs. As a
prelude, he quoted Masti Venkatesha Iyengar from one of his stories: “though several of us do not
believe in the existence of spirits, we are also not sure that they do not exist.” Our friend was
essentially narrating his own experience. I have the urge to narrate this story to you, only because
of the sheer coincidence involved in the whole affair – of spirits appearing in Masti’s stories; of my
name being the same as Masti’s friend ‘Sriram’ who often appeared in his stories and so on. In fact
our senior friend who is a better storywriter could himself have written this story. But as he did not
appear to be inclined to do so, I am going ahead to write it and share his experience with you too.
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Our friend has been running this bookshop in Basavanagudi since a few years. He being a writer and
a lover of literature liked to spend most of his time amidst books. He usually started his day with a
long walk in the Lalbagh garden. He would come back home for his breakfast, after which he would
leave for the shop. He normally spent all his time in the shop. He used to read, write and when he
was tired, even take a nap there. He had a small anteroom built on the rear side of the shop,
especially for this purpose. In the anteroom he had a portable television set and a video player. He
used them to watch a few good movies and to watch the daily news. In this way, our friend had
made his shop an integral part of his lifestyle. Normally he opened the shop at Nine in the morning.
He used to lock it up and go home only after the evening news was broadcast on the television. Our
friend had appointed two youngsters to look after the daily transactions of the shop. Since the boys
usually looked after all the transactions, our friend spent more time in the ante-room than in the hall
outside.
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It was not easy to meet our friend, when he was in the anteroom. Visitors had to first give an
account of their identity and the purpose of visit to one of the boys outside. The boy would then
convey this to our friend. If our friend was not on any important assignment or he was not writing
anything and was in a good mood, he would grant an interview to the visitor. In fact there was a
reason why he used to hide himself inside the shop like this. As a bookseller, our friend had
observed that, of late, the number of people reading books in Kannada had drastically gone down,
while the number of authors who wrote was going up in geometric proportions! And so, there used to
be a large number of young poets who published their own work and brought it to our friend for
display and sale. Since our friend was also a writer, he used to yield to their pleas and stock those
books. He would never say ‘no’ and as a result his stocks of unsold books turned out to be very large.
So, he had now developed this plan of staying inside, in the ante-room whilst the boys sent away
such visitors saying – “the boss is out” or “the owner is writing something important, he would not
like to be disturbed”. All of us knew about this strategy. He would say “It is one matter to have a
love for literature and quite another to run a business, is it not?” and we would all agree. We should
agree with whoever utters the truth, is it not?
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I have given all these details only because I thought it was essential as a background for me to
narrate the story of our friend. I shall now narrate the experience our friend had on an evening
sometime ago. Our friend had a habit of taking some alcoholic drinks sometimes in the evenings,
when he felt that he was not in the right spirits. Even this activity was carried out in the anteroom.
These days, we cannot say that one should hold a man guilty for having such a habit. However, since
our friend was already middle aged, he had the fear and guilt, natural to his generation of people,
who thought that alcohol was a taboo. In any case, our friend was no drunkard by any standards.
One such evening, our friend was feeling lonely and did not know what better to do. None of us had
gone to meet him in the shop that day. At around seven in the evening he thought he would down a
few drinks and started. “One was not sure whether it was a full moon or a new moon day. The whole
sky was cloudy and it was chilly all around” – our friend told us – “it was darkness that had enveloped
the environment”. Before our friend started the ritual, he came out and told the boys just this: “Do
not allow any strangers inside the room”. He then went inside to start his evening ritual.
At around eight in the evening the younger boy came inside and took leave of our friend. At around
nine, the older boy entered. It was the usual practice that he would pull the shutter down at around
that time and leave. As soon as he entered the room, our friend is said to have told him: “Okay, try
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and come early tomorrow, you will have to go to Rajajinagar and get some books from Mavinakere
Ranganathan”.
The boy acknowledged our friend’s words but did not move out. “Sir an elderly person is here to see
you” he said. Our friend was getting to be tipsy and was in no mood to meet people. “Who is it?
Is that somebody new to the shop?” he asked, for which the boy said “Yes sir, it is Masti Venkatesha
Iyengar”.
It was difficult to imagine what all could have happened in our friend’s mind. If some soul who had
died a few years ago had come and was waiting for an interview, anybody was bound to be nervous.
Our friend was no exception. He however thought that the boy might have made a mistake. It was
irritating. After all, working in a bookshop, the least he should have known was which of the authors
were alive and which of them were dead, is it not? Our friend had some hope and therefore he
wanted to be doubly sure. “Go out and have a look again. Find out what his name is?” he said
sending the boy out.
The boy went out and came inside very quickly. “Yes sir, he is Masti Venkatesha Iyengar for sure. He
is quite old and has these three red and white lines drawn on his forehead…” he reported back.
The ghost of Malnad and the spirit of Venkata Rao must have started dancing violently in our friend’s
mind. “Why should an old soul which led such a pure, contented, peaceful life and lived for almost a
century torment me?” This and other such questions must have emerged in our friend’s mind. It
seems the boy just then walked out of the room. Our friend, who was now a little shaken up and
really nervous at the thought of Masti Venkatesha Iyengar catching him at it, quickly put the bottle
and glasses away. He walked out of the room and quickly closed the door behind him. When he
looked up, nobody except the boy was around.
“I saw that your mood was not all right sir, so I just sent him away. He said that he would meet you
in a day or two..” the boy said.
Our friend narrated this experience to all of us. “You know, now a days I do not consume alcohol
alone. I avoid it in the evenings. The name of Masti Venkatesha Iyengar seems to instil some sense
of fear in me” he said.
I tried to find a rational explanation for what might have happened that evening. “Some elderly
Iyengar gentleman must have come to look you up” – I said – “the boy who would have seen Masti
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Venkatesha Iyengar’s photographs on his books must have thought this man to be him” and tried to
fly more kites with my possibilities when our friend nodded his head sideways.
“See, it is not important to find out what happened in reality that evening” – our friend explained –
“the fact is that I was there, alone, consuming alcohol, in the evening. The boy uttered the name of
none other than Masti Venkatesha Iyengar. It might have been a divine intervention to put the name
of this great man on the boy’s lips. What is more important is the power the name seems to carry. If
the boy had uttered any other name, I would not have been so disturbed as to give up consuming
alcohol alone, right? This is what is of prime importance.”
All of us agreed with what he said. We should agree with whoever utters the truth, is it not

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Masti Club-after the father of short fiction in Kannada,

A club with character

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The presence of Masti Venkatesha Iyengar is still palpable in the 103-year-old Basavanagudi Club, which is belatedly celebrating its centenary now



Masti Venkatesha Iyengar’s presence in this 103-year-old club is still palpable. Till his death in 1986, he visited it every evening.

NO OTHER club in Bangalore, perhaps, carries as much literary aura as the Basavanagudi Union and Services Club does. Which other club, after all, has the distinction of being nicknamed after a literary giant?

Better known as Masti Club — after the father of short fiction in Kannada, Masti Venkatesha Iyengar, its most cherished member — the 103-year-old place preserves his memory in many corners. A huge portrait of the Jnanpith-award winner hangs in the library named after him. On the other wall is the framed poem on Masti by K.S. Nissar Ahmed, which talks at length about his regular visits to the club for 30-odd years. A hall in the first floor too is named after Masti. A small bunch of friends, who played cards with him, run an annual cards tournament in his memory. Old timers tell you that other literary luminaries such as Bendre and D.V. Gundappa also visited the club once in a way. The club has the distinction of hosting a lecture on Vendanta by Ramana Maharshi.

So, it’s not surprising that the valedictory function (tomorrow at the club, at 6.30 p.m.) of the belated centenary celebrations will be presided over by two men of letters — lexicographer G. Venkatasubbiah and Nissar Ahmed.

Not that the club set out to be a cultural and literary centre when it was started in a rented building in 1901 by a retired professor, Bellave Venkatanarayanappa. It was an attempt at providing “club amenities” — a colonial idea not familiar to those who lived beyond Cantonment area — to South Bangaloreans retired from Government service. The club rules were amended later, though, since there were no takers among the old for tennis. The club shifted to its own building (the existing one), in 1912. T.R. Raghavendra Rao, the present Secretary, remembers the contribution of one of the early members, K.S. Aiyar, who built a hall as an “octogenarian’s tribute to the climate and the amenities of the garden city of Bangalore”.


The oldest rule book available in the club office, dating back to 1940, documents some interesting historical details. It condoles the death of Yuvaraja Kanteerava Narasimharaja Wadiyar and Maharaja Krishnaraja Wadiyar, and says that some members of the club participated in the coronation ceremony of Jayachamaraja Wadiyar. It carries a message from Mirza Ismail, the Diwan of Mysore, on the occasion of the opening of the hall built by K.S. Aiyar, who, incidentally, passed away that very year. The list of newspapers and journals that the club got then makes for an eclectic range — Harijan, Vedantakesari, The Indian Theosophist, The Animals’ Friend, The Indian Concrete Journal, The Co-operative Productive Review, The Oriental Watchman, Herald of Health, and so on. That was also the year the subscription fee of the club was hiked by four annas, from Rs. 1.

An important landmark in the club’s history was Masti becoming a member of it in the late Forties. Masti came to the club everyday to play cards at 6 p.m. and left for his home in Gavipuram at 8 p.m., till he died in 1986. “I might miss the day’s Sandhyavandane, but not the visit to the club,” the devout man often told his friends. He never lingered, though, beyond the appointed time.

K.R. Venkateshaachar, who has been a member since 1953, was one of those who shared the table with Masti. “You could set your watch by the time of his arrival and departure!” he recalls. “He came in his signature attire — overcoat, cap, umbrella, and shawl — and had a smile for everyone.” He played a game called 28, with half paisa as stake. “But we played with such seriousness that you would think we were playing for thousands!” In his poem, Nissar talks about how Masti pulled up those who didn’t play the game in the right spirit, with a: “Let us play the game for the game’s sake.”


Mr. Venkateshaachar also remembers Masti as a generous soul who always helped fellow club members. “He would order dosas from Vidyarthi Bhavan for everyone whenever there was a committee meeting. `Two each, Acharre!’ he would insist. Those were days when we didn’t have a canteen or a bar,” recalls Mr. Venkateshaachar.

It’s interesting that Masti, who retired as the Excise Commissioner, fought tooth and nail against the setting up of a bar at the club. “The members had to convince him that it was important for revenue generation,” remembers Mr. Venkateshaachar. “But he never stepped into the bar even once.”

Is it true that the club, in the initial years, was called “Brahmanara koota”, because of its location in a predominantly Brahmin locality and the fact that a good number of men in service during the Raj days were Brahmins? Mr. Venkateshaachar vehemently denies it, saying that the club welcomed people from all sections since the days he can remember.

The club has, in any case, come a long way since then. It has most of the amenities that normal clubs have. A centenary building will also come up on the premises soon. But some things have remained constant down the ages. “It is still a middle-class man’s club,” say a long-time member, K. Visvesvara. The club has, undoubtedly, managed to hang on to its South Bangalore character. After all, at Tagore Circle, where the club is located, you can still hear the chirping of birds above the din of passing vehicles if you strain your ears hard enough!

(The valedictory of the centenary celebrations begins at 6.30 p.m. at the club tomorrow.)

BAGESHREE S.

http://www.hinduonnet.com/thehindu/mp/2004/05/22/stories/2004052200380300.htm

July 28, 2007 Posted by | Dewan Purnaiah, MASTI | Leave a comment

mungaarumale haadina itthichina avrutti..shivanand

ಇದು ‘ಮು೦ಗಾರುಮಳೆ’ಹಾಡಿನ ಇತ್ತೀಚಿನ ಆವೃತ್ತಿ!

ಮು೦ಗಾರು ಮಳೆಯೇ ಏನು ನಿನ್ನ ಹನಿಗಳ ಲೀಲೆ
ನಿನ್ನ ಮುಗಿಲ ಸಾಲೇ, ಮನೆಯ ಗೋಡೆ ಉರುಳಿದ ಮೇಲೆ
ಸುರಿವ ರಭಸದ ಜಡಿ ಮಳೆಗೆ ನೀರು ತು೦ಬಿದೆ
ಯಾವ ಹೊತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾವ ರೂಮು ಕೆರೆಯಾಗುವುದೋ
ಯಾವ ಪೈಪು ಕುಡಿಯೊಡೆಯುವುದೋ ತಿಳಿಯದಾಗಿದೆ
ಮು೦ಗಾರು ಮಳೆಯೇ ಏನು ನಿನ್ನ ಹನಿಗಳ ಲೀಲೆ

ಭುವಿ ಕೆನ್ನೆ ತು೦ಬಾ ಮಳೆಯು ಸುರಿದ ಮುತ್ತಿನ ಗುರುತು
ನಮ್ಮ ರಸ್ತೆ ತು೦ಬಾ ಹೊಳೆವ ಕೆ೦ಪು ಕೆಸರಿನ ಗುರುತು
ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಇಟ್ಟರೆ ಜಾರುವ ಸದ್ದು ಕಾಲು ಗಾಯವೋ
ಮನೆಯ ಮು೦ದಿನಿ೦ದ ನೀರು ಚೆಲ್ಲಿ ನಿ೦ತೆ ನಾನು
ಉಕ್ಕಿ ಉಕ್ಕಿ ಬರುವ ಜಲವು ಏನು ಕೋಡಿಯೋ

ಯಾವ ಕಾರಿನಿ೦ದ ಯಾರ ಮೇಲೆ ನೀರೆರಗುವುದೋ
ಯಾವ ಹನಿಗಳಿ೦ದ ಯಾವ ನೆಲವು ಕೆಸರಾಗುವುದೋ
ಯಾವ ಕೆಸರಲ್ಯಾರ ಹೆಸರೋ ಯಾರು ಬರೆದರೋ
ಯಾವ ಕಪ್ಪು ಬಣ್ಣದ ಕೂಡೆಯು ಯಾರ ಕೈಯಿನಲ್ಲರಳುವುದೋ
ಯಾರ ತಲೆಯ ಮೇಲೇರುವುದೋ ಯಾರು ಬಲ್ಲರು

ಒಲವ ಮಳೆಯ ಮಾಮ ನಗುತ್ತಾ ಬ೦ದ ಮನೆಯ೦ಗಳಕೆ
ಮಬ್ಬು ಬೆಳಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒ೦ದು ಕಾಲು ಗು೦ಡಿಯ ಒಳಗೆ
ಒಗೆದ ಬಟ್ಟೆಯೆಲ್ಲಾ ರಾಡಿ ಏನು ಮೋಡಿಯೋ
ದೊಡ್ಡ ಮೋರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗೋ ದು:ಖವ ನೆನೆದು
ಇನ್ನೂ ಇಲ್ಲೇ ನಿ೦ತಿದೆ ನೀರು ಏನು ಮಾಡಲಿ

July 28, 2007 Posted by | Kavanagalu by Kannadigas | Leave a comment

huchhu manassu..by rangi

ಹುಚ್ಚು ಮನಸ್ಸು

ಅಗೋಚರ ಅಗಣಿತ ಚಿಂತೆಗಳ ನಡುವಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಅರಳುವ ಮನಸುನೂರಾರು ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ವೇದನೆಗಳ
ನಡುವೆಯಲ್ಲಿಯು ಜೀವಂತವಾಗಿ ಸತ್ತಂತಿರುವ ಮನಸು
ಇಲ್ಲ ಸಲ್ಲಗಳಿಗೆ ಮಿತಿ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಆಸೆಗಳನ್ನು ಕಟ್ಟುತ್ತಾ
ಎಂದಾದರು ಒಂದು ದಿನಾ ನನಸಾಗುವುದೇನೋ
ಎಂಬ ಭ್ರಮೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿದ್ದು ನರಳುತಿಹುದು

ಸಾವಿರಾರು ಆಸೆಗಳು………..
ನೂರೆಂಟು ಕನಸುಗಳು……….
ಇವೆಲ್ಲ ನಿಜವೆಂದೋ ?????????
ಸತ್ಯವಾಗುವುದೆಂದೋ????????

ಆದರೂ ಹತಾಶ ಭಾವದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಂಗನಸುಗಳ
ಸೌದಗಳನ್ನು ಕಟ್ಟುತ್ತಾ ಸವೆಯುತಿಹುದು ಜೀವನ
ಅಗೋಚರವಾದ ಜೀವನದ ತಿರುವುಗಳಲ್ಲಿಯಾವುದು

ನಡೆಯುವುದೋ? ಇಲ್ಲ ಮುದುರಿ , ಮುಳುಗಿ ಮಾಸಿ ಹೋಗುವುದೋ!
ಯಾರಿಗೂ ತಿಳಿಯದ ತಿಳಿಯಲಾರದ ಗುಟ್ಟು

ಏನೇನಿದೆ ಈ ಜಗದಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ನಗುವಿನ ಹೋರತು
ನಕ್ಕು ಬಿಡು ಒಂದು ಬಾರಿ ಮರೆತು ಎಲ್ಲಾ ನೋವುಗಳ
ಹಗುರಾಗುವುದು ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ನೋವಿನ ವೇದನೆಯಿಂದ ಮೊಗ

ಬೇಯಬೇಡ ಈಡೇರದ ಬಯಕೆಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ಬಿದ್ದು
ಹುಚ್ಚನಂತೆಆದಿ-ಅಂತ್ಯಗಳ ನಡುವಿನ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಎಂದೂ
ಸಿಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಉತ್ತರ

ಏಕೆ ಓಡುವೆ ಹುಚ್ಚು ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಜೊತೆ
ಬಿಸಿಲ ಕುದುರೆಯಂತೆ
ಒಂದೇ ಒಂದು ಸಲ ಹಿಡಿಯೋ
ಅದರ ಜೀನವ
ನೀನಾಗುವೆ ಆಗ ನಿಜ ಮಾನವ

ರಂಗಿ (ನನ್ನ ಹೊಸ ಕಾವ್ಯನಾಮ)

July 28, 2007 Posted by | Kavanagalu by Kannadigas | 2 Comments

oh geleya kaadiruve.. by shobha

ಓ ಗೆಳೆಯ ಕಾದಿರುವೆ…………………………….

ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಣುತಿಹುದು ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಬಿಂಬ
ನೀನೆ ತುಂಬಿರುವೆ ನನ್ನ ಮನದಾಳದ
ತುಂಬಾಹ್ರುದಯವೆಂಬ ಹಕ್ಕಿ ಗರಿಬಿಚ್ಚಿ
ಹಾರುತಿದೆ ನಿನ್ನಯ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲಿಎಂತಹ
ಮನರೋಮಾಂಚನ ನಿನ್ನನೆನಪಿನ ಮಾತುಗಳ ದಾಟಿ
ಹಾಡುತಿಹುದು ಮನವು
ಕಾಯುತಿಹುದು ತನುವು
ಸ್ವಾತಿ ಮಳೆಯ ಚುಂಬನಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಬಾಯ್
ತೆರೆದು ನಿಂತ ಕಪ್ಪೆಚಿಪ್ಪಿನಂತೆ ,
ಕಾದಿರುವೆ ನಿನ್ನ ನೋಟಕ್ಕೆ

ಕರಿಯ ಕಾರ್ಮೊಡಗಳ ಗುಡುಗು
ಸಿಡಿಲು ಕೋಲ್ಮಿಂಚುಗಳ ಆರ್ಭಟ
ನಿನ್ನ ಮೇಲೆ ಮಾಡಿರುವುದು ಮಾಟ
ನೀಲಿ ನಸುಗೆಂಪು ಚಲ್ಲಿದ ಆಗಸದ ಬಣ್ಣ
ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮರೆಯುವಂತೆ ಮಾಡಿದೆ ನನ್ನ

ಮನದಾಳದಲ್ಲಿ ಸದ್ದಿಲ್ಲದೆ
ಗುಡುಗಿ ಮಳೆಯಾದವನು ನೀನು
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಬೀಜವ ಹುತ್ತಿ ಬಿತ್ತಿಹೆಮ್ಮರವಾಗಿಸಿ
ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಹಣ್ಣನ್ನು ಇಬ್ಬರು ಹಂಚಿತಿನ್ನುವ
ಕನಸು ಕಾಣುತಿರುವಾಗಲೆ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಅಲ್ಲೋಲಕಲ್ಲೋವಾಯಿತು

ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಪ್ರೇಮಿಗಳಂತೆ ನಮಗು ತಪ್ಪಲಿಲ್ಲ ಪರೀಕ್ಶಿ
ಇತಿಹಾಸ ಸಾಕ್ಶಿಯಾಗಿ ಯಾವ ಪ್ರೇಮಿಗಳು
ಒಂದಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ
ಗೆಳೆಯ,ಅವರೆಲ್ಲ ಅಮರರಾದರು

ಹೆದರಿಕೆಯಿಲ್ಲ ಸಮಾಜಕ್ಕೆ,
ಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯಕ್ಕೆ
ಗೆಳೆಯ ಕಾದಿರುವೆ ನಿನಗಾಗಿ
ಬರುವೆ ತಾನೆ ??????????????

July 28, 2007 Posted by | Kavanagalu by Kannadigas | 3 Comments