Posted on Facebook on Jan 4th 2018. After a very long time attempted to write a Kannada poem based on a demand from my nephew. For those who don't understand Kannada, find below the English version and a rough translation. Thanks to Rekha Anoop for the motivation and handwriting. Dedicated to all such friends. O nanna gelaya, O nanna gelaya Helale ondu andhadha vishaya Thayi, thande, guru, deva, idhalla namma vidhi Ninnathah gelaya sikkare, nanage adhe nidhi Nammibbharadhu berey dharma, berey jathi, berey bashe Namagilla yavudhe bhedhabhava, idhalla bari tamashe Ninnathah gelaya yellarigu sigali Namma E sneha yendhedhigu erali Rough translation ( please excuse mistakes) O my friend, O my friend Shall I tell you something beautiful? Mother, Father, Guru, God, all these are our fate Get a friend like you, that is my treasure We both have different religion, different caste, different language
In a small shop (mom and pop store) the owner of the shop gets direct feedback from customers. For example, when a customer comes to purchase something and if that item is missing or sold out, the owner immediately is aware about this. Now the owner decides if he should order that item or not. My question is, how do supermarkets manage similar situations? In the supermarkets when some item is missing or sold out, most customers don't bother to ask the employees there, even if they ask the employees are not tracking any of this and therefore not passing this information to store manager or management?
Germans through an Indian eye We shop at Lidl, Rewe or Aldi Drive Benz, BMW or Audi We strictly follow all the rules Be on time for all schedules We drop kids at Kindergarten Meet our friends at Biergarten We drink Helles, Weiss or Radler One out of 3 is a footballer We're ready for all weather Treat alien also like our brother We like being healthy and fit Run even when it's snow and grit Our dogs don't bark, kids don't cry Cars don't honk, even rain doesn't try Our almost everything is on wheel You can't imagine it's such a good feel We speak English fluently When we claim only a little bit We know to say no politely And where exactly is our limit We aren't shy to say, I don't know On the face, sarcasm is not our friend We'll tell you what you should know Whether stranger, colleague or friend Our breakfast is from bakery Public transport is luxury Flea market is not secondary Our work is our
Teacher’s Day Our teachers should be the country’s best minds Thoughtfully said one of India’s own greatest minds Ex-President, Late. Dr. S Radhakrishnan’s birthday Celebrated grandly since then as Teacher’s day Teachers teach us Civics, Geography and History Languages, Physics, Biology and Chemistry Teach us everything from Algebra to Geometry More importantly you unravel the life’s mystery You have the greatest impact in our story Our respect to you in this short poetry We cannot thank enough for your contribution Can only admire your choice of noble profession Thanks for always guiding us in the right direction Oh, remover of darkness, it’s your day of celebration Since centuries, respecting our teacher Has been a core part of Indian culture Kabir Das’s famous couplets about teacher Or Guru Purnima, show reverence for teacher Whether it is first-ranker or backbencher You are every student’s life enricher I wrote this poem based on a request from my nephew who is studying in 7
In a posh 4 bedroom house an NRI software engineer (35), originally from Bengaluru, living with his beautiful wife and two cute daughters in the US reads news online about India and says to his wife " Oh God, what has happened to India ? look, it's another rape, a 5-year-old girl has been raped in Uttar Pradesh, gang rape, I am scared to go back to India with you and our daughters now". In Delhi, on the streets there are protests, there are people shouting slogans, kill that bast***, cut his **** off, burn him, chop him into pieces and throw those pieces to the dogs. All over the country, in fact all over the world there is concern, there is helplessness, people want to do something about this growing menace, but most people choose to remain silent till it doesn't affect them, it's always fun to watch someone else's mad mother, right? Little does that NRI software engineer realize that he ("X") was a catalyst to this rape of the 5-yea