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ಕೊನೆಯೇ ಇಲ್ಲದ, ಯಾವುದೋ ಹಟಕ್ಕೆ ಬಿದ್ದವರ ತರ ಅಪ್ಪಳಿಸುವ ಅಲೆಗಳು, ಎಷ್ಟು ನೋಡಿದರೂ ಸಾಕಾಗದ ಮುಳುಗುವ ಸೂರ್ಯನ ಬದಲಾಗುವ ಬಣ್ಣಗಳು, ಆ ಕಡಲತೀರಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಆಧುನಿಕತೆಯ ಯಾವ ಸೆಳೆತಗಳು ಇಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೂ ಜನ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಬರುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಅವರ ಓಡುತ್ತಿರುವ ಮನಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಹಿಡಿದು ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸುವ, ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಕೂರಿಸುವ ಆಯಸ್ಕಾಂತ ಆ ನೀರಿಗೆ, ಮರಳಿಗೆ, ಸೂರ್ಯನಿಗೆ ಇದೆ. ಅದೇ ಕಡಲತೀರಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಕಾಲಿಗೆ ಕಪ್ಪು ಜಿಡ್ಡು ಮೆತ್ತಿಕೊಂಡರೆ? ಮರಳಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಕೂರಲು ಹೋದಾಗ ಕಸದ ರಾಶಿ ಕಂಡರೆ?

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 ಗೆದ್ದವರು ಇತಿಹಾಸ ಬರೆಯುತ್ತಾರೆ ನಿಜ. ಆದರೆ ಸೋತವರು ಆ ಇತಿಹಾಸವನ್ನು ಮನಪೂರ್ತಿಯಾಗಿ ಒಪ್ಪಿಕೊಂಡರೆ? ದಾಸ್ಯದಿಂದ ಬಿಡುಗಡೆಗೊಂಡ ಮೇಲೂ ಅದನ್ನೇ ತಮ್ಮ ಮುಂದಿನ ಪೀಳಿಗೆಗೆ ಕಲಿಸಿಕೊಟ್ಟರೆ? ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ಅನೇಕ ಪ್ರಾಚೀನ ನಾಗರಿಕತೆಗಳು ಈಗ ಬರೀ ಇತಿಹಾಸವಾಗಿ ಉಳಿದಿರುವುದು ಆಕ್ರಮಣಕೋರರಿಂದಲ್ಲ; ಅವರ ಕ್ರೂರತೆಯನ್ನು ಅಡಗಿಸಿ ಅವರು ಕಟ್ಟಿದ ಕಥೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಒಪ್ಪಿಗೆಯ ಮುದ್ರೆಯೊತ್ತಿ ಅದನ್ನೇ ತಮ್ಮ ಇತಿಹಾಸವನ್ನಾಗಿ ಒಪ್ಪಿಕೊಂಡ, ಬರೆದಿಟ್ಟ, ಹಾಡಿ ಹೊಗಳಿದ ಆ ನಾಗರಿಕತೆಗಳ ವಾರಸುದಾರರಿಂದ. 

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"ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್‌ ಗಾಡ್‌. ಕೊರೋನಾ ವೈರಸ್‌ ಭಾರತದಲ್ಲಿ ಶುರುವಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ, ಏಕೆಂದರೆ ಆಗ ಭಾರತದ ಆಡಳಿತ ವ್ಯವಸ್ಥೆ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಚೀನೀಯರಷ್ಟು ಸಮರ್ಥವಾಗಿ ಸ್ಪಂದಿಸುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಬೇರೆಯವರಿಗೆ ಹೋಲಿಸಿದರೆ ಚೀನಾ ಯಾವ ಆಪತ್ತಿಗೂ ತಕ್ಷಣ ಪರಿಣಾಮಕಾರಿಯಾಗಿ ಸ್ಪಂದಿಸುತ್ತದೆ." ಈ ಮಾತುಗಳು ಇಡೀ ಜಗತ್ತು ಸ್ತಬ್ಧವಾಗಿ ನಿಂತಿರುವ ಈ ಘಳಿಗೆಯಲ್ಲಿ, ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಚೀನಾ ಕಾರಣ ಎಂದು ತಿಳಿದಿರುವ ಯಾರಿಗಾದರೂ ಅಚ್ಚರಿ ಉಂಟುಮಾಡುತ್ತದೆ. ಬ್ರಿಟನ್‌ನ ಖ್ಯಾತ ಅರ್ಥಶಾಸ್ತ್ರಜ್ಞ ಜಿಮ್‍ ಓ’ನೀಲ್‌ ನಮ್ಮ ದೇಶದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಇಂಥ

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ಶ್ವೇತಾ ಹಾಲಂಬಿ ಬೇಸಿಗೆಯ ಸುಡುಬಿಸಿಲು ಸುಡಲಿಲ್ಲ, ಮಳೆಗಾಲದ ಪ್ರವಾಹ ಮುಳುಗಿಸಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೆ ಸಾವಿರಾರು ಮೈಲಿ ದೂರದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂತ ಒಬ್ಬ ರಾಜಕಾರಣಿ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರಪೂರ್ವ ಅವಿಭಜಿತ ಬಂಗಾಳದ ಮತ್ತು ಸುತ್ತಮುತ್ತಲಿನ ರಾಜ್ಯಗಳ ಬರೋಬ್ಬರಿ ಮೂವತ್ತು ಲಕ್ಷ ಜನರ ಸಾವಿಗೆ ಕಾರಣನಾದ. ಅದು 1943ರ ಪೂರ್ವಾರ್ಧ. ಮಿತ್ರದೇಶಗಳು ಬಲಿಷ್ಟ ಜರ್ಮನಿ ಮತ್ತದರ ಸಹದೇಶಗಳನ್ನು ಮಣಿಸಲು ಒದ್ದಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಎರಡನೇ ವಿಶ್ವಯುದ್ಧದ ಕಾಲ. ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ಬಂಗಾಳದಲ್ಲಿ ಭೀಕರ ಬರಗಾಲ, ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಕಡೆ ಭಾರತೀಯರನ್ನು ತೀವ್ರವಾಗಿ

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The artist of a 100-year-old postcard printed in Britain took a wild guess at the probable scenario in the Parliament if women were to enter it as representatives of the people. While one woman on the postcard is seen talking about “Man and how to treat it”, another appears busy staring into the mirror; yet another is seen reading a book while a mother holds her baby close. Photo: BBC Another

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The world may have forgotten the June of 1989, when thousands of unarmed students and activists were butchered by the Chinese state in what came to be known as the Tiananmen Square massacre. Sir Alan Donald, the then British ambassador to China, wrote in a secret diplomatic cable to the UK Foreign Office that at least 10,000 people were killed; wounded students bayoneted as they begged for their

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ನಮ್ಮ ಆಂಗ್ಲ ಪತ್ರಿಕೆಯೊಂದು ಮೊನ್ನೆ ಮೊನ್ನೆ ಕಾಶ್ಮೀರದಲ್ಲಿ ಸೈನ್ಯದ ಜೀಪಿಗೆ ನಾಗರಿಕನೊಬ್ಬನನ್ನು ಕಟ್ಟಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೋದ ಘಟನೆಯನ್ನು ಹೇಗೆ ಹೇಗೋ ತಿರುಚಿ ಮುರುಚಿ ಜಲಿಯನ್‍ವಾಲಾ ಬಾಗ್‍ ಹತ್ಯಾಕಾಂಡಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಲಿಸಿತು. ಆ ಭಾರತೀಯ ಸೇನಾಧಿಕಾರಿಯನ್ನು ಜನರಲ್ ಡೈಯರ್‌ಗೆ ಹೋಲಿಸಿ ಸಮಾಧಾನಪಟ್ಟುಕೊಂಡಿತು. ಕಾಶ್ಮೀರದಲ್ಲಿ ನಡೆದದ್ದು ಹಿಂಸೆಯನ್ನು ತಡೆಯುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ; ಬ್ರಿಟಿಷರದ್ದು ಕುತಂತ್ರದ ಕಗ್ಗೊಲೆ. ನಿಜವಾಗಿಯೂ ಜಲಿಯನ್‍ವಾಲಾ ಬಾಗ್‍ನ್ನು ಹೋಲಿಸಬೇಕಾದ್ದು ಇಂದಿರಾ ತಂದ ತುರ್ತುಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿಗೆ.

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ಅದು ಆಗಸ್ಟ್ 1914. ಒಂದು ಕೊಲೆಯ ಕಿಡಿ ಹೊತ್ತಿ ಉರಿದು ಇಡೀ ವಿಶ್ವವನ್ನೇ ಸುಡುವ ಮೊದಲನೇ ವಿಶ್ವಯುದ್ಧಕ್ಕೆ ನಾಂದಿ ಹಾಡಿದ ಸಮಯ. ಆಗ ದಕ್ಷಿಣ ಆಫ್ರಿಕಾದಿಂದ ಭಾರತಕ್ಕೆ ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದ ಗಾಂಧೀಜಿ ಸುದ್ದಿ ತಿಳಿದ ತಕ್ಷಣವೇ ಈ ಯುದ್ಧದಲ್ಲಿ ಬ್ರಿಟೀಷರ ಬೆಂಬಲಕ್ಕೆ ನಿಲ್ಲುವ ನಿರ್ಧಾರಕ್ಕೆ ಬರುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಇಂಗ್ಲೆಂಡ್ ತಲುಪಿದ ಕೂಡಲೆ ಗಾಯಗೊಂಡ ಸೈನಿಕರಿಗೆ ವೈದ್ಯಕೀಯ ನೆರವು ನೀಡಲು ಮುಂದಾಗುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಅಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಕೆಟ್ಟು ಭಾರತಕ್ಕೆ ಮರಳಿದರೂ ಸುಮ್ಮನಿರದೆ ಗಾಂಧೀಜಿ, ಬ್ರಿಟೀಷರ ಕಷ್ಟಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ

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She walked briskly, not knowing where and not caring. Her muddled mind cleared slowly, as walking often did for her. Drawn out of the vale of her reverie by the singing of a koel in search of its soul mate, she glanced around her. Finding herself in the thick of the woods and recognising the wild mango tree which towered over the long-forgotten path, she recalled her childhood days when she

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This is my feeble attempt at story-telling. She was a mother. Sitting beneath a mango tree which had begun flowering at the fag end of Spring, she thought about her grown-up children who had gone fishing in the roiling sea. Looking up from the task of making brooms from the green coconut fronds spread around her, she saw that grey clouds shrouded the sky, threatening to pour pails of water

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It was the third day of incessant rains. Peeping through the first floor window of my grandparents' house, I could see that the river which flowed beyond the farmlands, begin to swell and its orange waters creep slowly beyond its banks towards our house. As we watched in increasing horror, the swirling torrent swallowed everything in its path, felling huge trees, drowning the deer, peacocks,

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"When do I make my mark in this world?" asked her mind. "Why do you need to make a mark in this world?" questioned a tiny voice from deep within her, trembling slightly as it's yet a child in the midst of towering consciousnesses. "Because I wish to be remembered for posterity," replied the mind, slightly irritated that a young one had bothered to question her, who is known for her age old

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Queen of a lilting voice which can sail smoothly over classical or fall-rise unexpectedly in western, young singer Indu Nagaraj has been adding colourful feathers to her vocal talent with many awards including the coveted Filmfare (Best Female Playback Singer-South) and more recently, the Radio Mirchi award (Best Upcoming Singer-South) for the path-breaking hit song ‘Pyaarge Aagbitthaite... from

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Title: Maharshi Kabba Author: B.S. Nataraju (Besina Maharshi) Pages: 134 Publisher: Maharshi Innovatives & Publishers Price: Rs. 99 A look at the serene environs outside his friend’s house one day where the eternal blue sky touched the vast land at the horizon gave birth to a profound philosophy in the heart of a poet. Thus was born the poem ‘Anantha’ (Eternal) with the lines “

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Beauty is in the nature of some persons, others strive hard to look beautiful, there are a few others who love prettifying other people. The 39-year-old Uma Jadhav is among the third kind of persons. Uma Jadhav's Cosmos The Brides Pride Beauty Care and Spa, on 13th main, fourth stage in T.K. Layout, has been a part of Mysore since Nov. 1999. She was 27-year-old when she decided to become a

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The tales of rags to riches are always inspiring. Most of us can take a leaf from the lives of such persons who stand up from the midst of adversity and shake off their 'predetermined' future to write a new one for themselves. Such achievers are all around us and the one who stands out among them is Dr. Muruga, Medical Officer, Community Health Centre, JSS Medical College premises in city. Dr.

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It was 4.50 am. The night was dark as it always is just before the dawn. The train was moving at 25km/hour speed. Suddenly, the engines jerked to a halt so smoothly that none of the 1,200 passengers were neither stirred in their sleep nor disturbed either by the screeching of the wheels or the absence of movement beneath them. The driver of the train, who stopped the rail, peeped from his

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 The year was 1950. The day auspicious, being the Gowri festival. The family was huddled around a radio. The air was filled with a sense of curious anticipation... Then came the announcement of the song by H.R. Leelavathi from All India Radio, Mysore. During the next ten minutes, there was an absolute stillness except for the melodious song “Haradi Parvathi Devi...” The flow was smooth

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George Patton, a General who led the American army during World War II, once said: Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. Men whose needs ought to be taken care of by a grateful nation in turn for their utmost sacrifice — their Life. India’s jawans are fortunate in this aspect as they have a separate institute to look after their needs of food which is the most necessary for

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I visited Chennai after many years to attend a function on Wednesday. My experiences from the past visits made me cringe at the thought of going there. However, I thought things may have changed in the first major British settlement of South India. But I was gravely desponded and disappointed. The AC car which took us from the railway station was not imperviable to the odours I had so

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How does a person stand uncompromised on ethical values in business and in life? How does one find answers to queries on loss and gain, finding success, countering negativity, social engineering and such other questions? Is morality dying in business practices? How to find spirituality in daily life? The book In search of meaning: A spiritual perspective of management by Management Monk Moid

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Rain-stained walls, cracked windows, creeper-hugging pillars, crumbling steps, rusty gates, desolated and littered gardens, houses that seem to tremble beneath the burden of the past, either engulfed in assorted weeds or standing isolated like a lone warrior struggling to hold back the adversary called time, buildings that seem lonely at the outset but whisper secrets about the long-gone

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Words may mean different things to different people. However, images open up a whole new dimension. When artists create images, then the mind registers them better. "between Mysore & Mysooru" is one such set of images, impressions and words. The book, authored by art curator Shoaib Chadkhan, will be released by veteran journalist Krishna Vattam at a function to be held tomorrow at Art

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There is no reason as to why the rivers flow or the mountains remain stationary. There is no rationale as to why only birds fly and humans do not. There is no purpose as to why there is a universe in itself under the sea... thus the book 'Shoonya: An Abyss of Absolute Timelessness' is introduced to the readers. No, this is not a science book which answers queries regarding the workings of the

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He is an exemplary Guru, akin to the keystone to Mysore traditional style of painting. Though frail and ripe with age, Ramanarasaiah, who was the Palace artist, enthusiastically carries on with the guru-shishya tradition. About 35 enthusiasts, mostly women, are learning the indigenous art of Mysore traditional painting under the 91-year-old artist and his daughter-in-law Suma Krishna at the

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