Casual and serious thoughts / ಹಗುರ ಗಂಭೀರ ಆಲೋಚನೆಗಳು

PC: Google   It was “Father’s day” and there were wishes pouring out on the media platforms. I have never believed in these and that this is a western influence (and nothing wrong or right about it).   My children have never wished me on that day, perhaps respecting my beliefs and understanding me better. I am happy about it and am not sentimental about it. While I do not watch much of TV shows, I happened to watch a music competition involving children. Their fathers were invited to the show. I could see so much of emotions (the rona - dhona stuff) and I could not relate much to it. I wondered why? That set me to think about fatherhood, relationships between father - son and father - daughter.  My father My Dad I have heard that my father was a fine gentleman albeit with a short temper. He wished the best for us and decided to get us educated well.  Why am I talking so distant of my “Daddy” as my brother and I used to call him and I so vaguely remember of him? I los...

   Srinath’s Art-deco fashioned house (PC: Srinath) For people from Bengaluru (Earlier days Bangalore) south, Lalbagh and Gandhi bazar holds a special place in their hearts. My friend Amarnath kept telling me to come for a walk in Lalbagh on Sundays. Sundays are reserved for my Motorbike rides and hence hadn’t been able to join him for a long time. This time, I decided that I will ride till Lalbagh and have a morning walk in Lalbagh with him and other two close friends Sheshanarayana and Mohan (We missed him on this walk). Post Lalbagh walk - Mandatory idli breakfast  While bike can be parked easily, the idea of lugging the helmet (A Schubert) and not leaving it hanging to the bike was not a great option. I needed a place to keep it safely. Since, I grew up (While not necessarily living there) at Surveyor street near Lalbagh West Gate, I reached out to an other friend Srinath (Srinathi – for old times sake) and requested, if I could park the bike and leave helmet at h...