Wednesday, March 13, 2019

The Leap Of Faith

The edge.
That is where is stood.
Eighty-three feet above the ground.
“Don’t look down”, the instructor said.
But I had already looked down.
Stones. All I could see is depth and stones.
I was scared.
Somehow, I was the first in my group to jump.  A pioneer of sorts.  Hahaha. Lucky me.
“We won’t push you. You have to jump yourself “, was what they had told.
This wasn’t going to be easy.
“Smile at the camera”, he says.
Dude, I am literally shaking out of fear and you want me to smile?
I had not even dived into a swimming pool from the edge before. Always climbed down.
“Just look straight and when I finish the countdown, don’t think. Just jump”, he says.
I had taken a deep breath. I was ready. Or was I?
My heart was thumping heavily.
Some motivational Bollywood song was playing in the background.
Zillion thoughts were racing in my mind.
The mind went numb. I could not hear the music anymore.
I could not even hear me heartbeats.
This is happening.
Arms out.
Adrenaline rush. Trust. Madness.

The rain drop had left the cloud.
The journey had begun. The leap of faith.
I was floating. I was flying. I was screaming. It was thrilling. I was dizzy. It was crazy.
I was ripping through the air. Till date it was the wind that ripped through my hair.
There was gravity. And boy, it had tremendous strength.
Mid-air, as I was going down I thought “Should I stop and go back”
Mind is mental.
There was one rope between life and death, tied to my waist. Safety Harness they called it. The only thing that was going to get me back alive.
But I had not reached its end.
I was there. Detached from secure platform. Detached from earth.
I was a feather. A dried leaf that had just fallen from the tree.
I was ecstatic. And then there was peace. Silence. Bliss.
There was nothing.

And then that pull came. A gentle pull. The elastic rope had stretched its limits and now was recoiling. The blood is rushing into your head.

I was going up. Against gravity.
I knew I was safe. I screamed again. This time in joy.
Flying at around fifty feet above ground was a different kind of high.
And then I went down again. And up and down.
I was a swing
A pendulum.
Time had stopped.
The jump was done.
The fears conquered.

 Place : Rishikesh
You can watch the video here :

Monday, July 9, 2018


Saw her at the ground.
I tossed around here and there.
Then I decided to attack her heart.
She was defensive.
I gently tackled the situation.
She was caught offside.
She gave me a corner kick from the eye.
My heart had a two second stoppage time.
She offered yellow card of friendship.
I wanted red card of love.
Her brother gave me penalty kick.
Her father gave  me free kick.
I had to counter attack.
I sensed the advantage.
Took them for a drink at crossbar.
Now the match turned friendly.
There was clearance
Sensed an opportunity
I made a pass. She said yes
Goal !!

Friday, May 18, 2018


Three days. 750 kms. Bike trip to Ooty.
Bike rides never thrilled me. And here I was, in midst of sixteen passionate bikers, all ready to rule the roads. The farthest I rode on my bike was a hundred-kilometer drive. This asked for more.
            The weekend where I planned to stay away from people became the weekend I was forced to socialize.
At the said time I reach the decided location. All Benelli, Harley Davidson, Royal Enfield ಮಧ್ಯೆ ಒಂದೇ ಒಂದು Avenger. झुण्ड में तो सुवर आते है... शेर अकेला आता है. All passionate bikers ಮಧ್ಯೆ there is me who doesn't even know how much mileage my bike gives. All jerkin, riding guards ಹಾಕಿರುವವರ ಮಧ್ಯೆ I don't even have a pair of gloves. Am so out of place. ಇದೆಲ್ಲ ಬೇಕಿತ್ತಾ ?

The organiser gives gyaan. Intro session and all is over. Makes one the leader and asks others to follow his bike. Off we go.
Oh wait …. Where is the lead?? Where are others??? Vrooom. They have vanished.
I pause to think of what just happened. The lead took off. And all the fast bikes followed him. Leaving me . to fend for myself. ಈ ಖುಷಿಗೆ ಇವರ ಜೊತೆ ಬರಬೇಕಿತ್ತಾ ? Would have gone solo only.Anyways since I knew next pitstop and went at my own speed.Bengaluru -> Maddur Done.

While having breakfast at Adigas , everyone agrees that each has different speed . We all have to ride as a group.Yeah. Good idea.
Off we start again. As a group.
Oh wait …. Where is the lead?? Where are others??? Vrooom. They have vanished again!!
Maddur -> Mysore Done.

I come to know that two of the Benelli dishum dishum each other. Handle breaks and so does their hope and they go back leaving us half way. I sit there wondering what do people enjoy most in bike rides? Pollution? Heat? ಬೆನ್ನು ನೋವು? ಕುಂಡೆ ನೋವು? Speed breakers? OR speed? wind against the face ? Bike sound? I was about to find out.
This biker has put " Don't follow me" sticker on the front of his bike. ಯಾಕೆ ಯಾಕೆ ಯಾಕೆ ?? My biking illiterate brain asks me not to break my head over it. Instead asks me to break by previously set highest speed on my bike barrier. Given smooth roads and great visibility this is not at all a big deal. I am here, cruising, flying, talking to the wind.

In my mind I tell this to all the girls who overtake me in the city, due to traffic.
Me: “You can overtake me how much ever in the city girl, outside city you are no match.“

Aakashwani comes.
She : So I will be ahead of you 99% of your life.

Yeah, when I am back I will still be getting back to the same traffic filled roads. But I had to think about that only after three days. Right now, its my time to fly. ಬೆನಲಿ ಬೆನ್ನಲಿ ಕುಂತ ಬಾವಲಿ 170 ಕಿ ಮಿ/ಗಂ ಸ್ಪೀಡ್ touch ಆಗಿದಕ್ಕೆ ಖುಷಿಪಟ್ಟ. ನಾನು ಅಲ್ಪತೃಪ್ತ. 110ಗೇ ಸಂತೃಪ್ತಿ ಆಯ್ತು.
Mysore -> Nanjangud : Done
Lunch break.

I meet this Harley owner.
Nice bike.
Cost 5L+ Mileage ~20
Oho , my bike is only better then
Now he is not talking to me.

By now the organiser realises he has not got ants who go in a single line at constant speed but monkeys whom he can’t control. He just gives us route. Asks us to meet in Ooty.

This leads to one of the best rides of my life. The ones every biker dreams of. Beautiful flat straight roads till Bandipur. Reserve forest area drive inside and then the most dreaded thirty-six hairpin curves to reach Ooty. WOW . WOW . WOW.Hairpin ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಮುಖ ಸಿಂಡರಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ bikers , hairpin curves ಕಂಡ್ರೆ ಜೊಲ್ಲು ಸುರಿಸೋದು ನೋಡೋಕೆ ಚೆಂದ.

4344243245 curves plus mud road drive later we reach the destination.Ketty, Kunoor.

We eat and sleep inside a tent.
Good guy in my mind : Sleeping inside sleeping bag inside tent in a tea estate overlooking strawberry estate. Bestest.

Angry guy in my mind : Sleeping inside a tent in this superchilled night in Konoor. Life is so unfair. ದುಡ್ಡು ಕೊಟ್ಟು ನಮ್ ಗಾಡಿಲಿ ನಾವೇ ಬಂದು ಬೀದಿಲಿ ಬಿದ್ಕೋಳೋ ಕರ್ಮ ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಬೇಡ ಗುರು
As we go to our tents we get the most scariest instruction : If snake bites don't put in whatsapp group and spread negativity. Directly come to my tent.
Next day morning.
No one knows each other's name till now. They identify people by their Bikes, colour of bikes or bike numbers. ನನಗೋ RE classic ಯಾವುದು electra ಯಾವುದು ಅಂತ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗೋಕೆ ಎರಡು ವರ್ಷ ಬೇಕು.
We start small talk. One of them comes to me
Biker    : Why Avenger? 220cc ಅಂತಾನಾ ? ?
Me        : ಇಲ್ಲ ನನ್ನ heightಗೆ ಇದೊಂದೇ ಇದ್ದದ್ದು budget ಅಲ್ಲಿ.
Biker2  : Bro which BS?
Me        : Out of syllabus
Biker3  : Macha , top speed ಎಷ್ಟು?
Me        : ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ, ನಾನು ಕಷ್ಟಪಟ್ಟು110 touch ಮಾಡ್ಸಿದಿನಿ
Biker    : Oil cooled or..
*I silently escape*
The day is spent on extreme off-roading, riding up the steep hills on mud-roads or stone filled roads. At some places we come back halfway as the roads were not motorable.
ಒಂದು ದಿನಾನೂ pothole ನ ದುಷ್ಟ ಮುಖ ತೋರಿಸದೆ tar road ಮೇಲೇನೆ ಓಡಿಸಿ ಮುದ್ದು ಮುದ್ದಾಗಿ ಸಾಕಿದ avengerನಾ off roading ಅಂತ ಹೇಳಿ ಕಲ್ಲು ಮಣ್ಣು ತುಂಬಿರೋ ಬೆಟ್ಟ ಹತ್ತಿಸಿ break , suspension ಕಿತ್ತು ಹೋಗೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಮಾಡಿಸಿದ್ರು :( ಪಾಪ ಬೈಕು , ಒಂದೇ ಇಂಡಿಕೇಟರ್ ಲೈಟ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಪೂರ ಅಳ್ತಾ ಇತ್ತು.
Heavy costly bikes had so many problems. One engine stops on over-heating. One brakes ಗೆ ನೀರು ಹಾಕಿ  cool ಮಾಡಬೇಕು. One fan has to be on for engine cooling. One firstgear ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋದರೆ ಕಷ್ಟ ಓಡಿಸೋಕೆ. So everyone stopped one place or the other while RE and Avenger went on and on.
All places we visited were those which only localites would know. No tourists anywhere.
The best part of the day was the synchronized line of bikes curving through the hills like a snake with constant speed and signal communication while onlookers pause to see the sheer beauty of bike sound symphony in motion. It’s a diff kind of high.
Worst part was that the lead rider signals while riding and everyone communicates that signal to behind ones. I was to embarrassed to ask what that meant so kept imitating whatever they did. ಒಂದ್ ಸಾರ್ತಿ ಬೆನ್ನು ಕೆರ್ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ದೆ copy ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೆ .
Multiple bison sightings later we reach our tents again.
While lazing around the fully enthusiastic host comes to me :
 So you love biking haa
Me        : No
Host     : Then you are on your soul-searching journey?
Me        : No
Host     : Sound of bikes, curved roads, nature, speed thrill you.
Me        : No
Host     : Oh. Then why are you here?
Me        : Brother forced coz he didn't have company. ಅಷ್ಟೇ.
He never came to talk to me again.
I asked some guys why they were here. "We were bored of routine city life. Wanted to be amidst nature for atleast 3 days forgetting everything in this world" Ten mins later they were in some house watching RCB match and cursing whole world.
From my observation from whatever little I have seen; Royal Enfield guys are the most stable minded bikers. They drive well, know speed limits and take good care of their bike. And yaa they are extremely proud of their possession. KTM are most rash ones.
There was this rider who honked at every speed-breaker he came across. Am sure one day this biker will realize that speed breakers don’t flat out if you honk at them.
Number of people in trip: 20
Number of HarleyD: 1
Number of people who have pics as if they own HD: 20
Jungle Trail ಅಂತ ಕರ್ಕೊಂಡ್ ಹೋದರು. There was no jungle. Some mudroad ittu ಬೇಸಿಗೆ ರಜದಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ತಾತನ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗೋ ದಾರಿ ಇದಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿತ್ತು. But was fun to see people wearing trekking shoes and all and going all gaga over the walk !
Next day our return journey started
ಡಬ್ಬಾ ನನ್ ಮಕ್ಳು , ಊಟ ಸಿಗದೆ ಇದ್ರೂ ತಡ್ಕೋತಾರೆ, ಫೋನ್ ಚಾರ್ಜ್ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರೂ dont care. Fuel ಕಡಿಮೆ ಇದ್ರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಜೀವಾನೆ ಹೋಗೋ ತರ ಬಾಯ್ ಬಡ್ಕೋತಾರೆ. ಪೆಟ್ರೋಲ್ ಬಂಕ್ ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಸ್ವರ್ಗ ಕಾಣ್ತಾರೆ
Madumalai-Bandipur reserve forest stretch ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಸಂಜೆ ಗಾಡಿ ಓಡಿಸೋ ಮಜಾನೇ ಬೇರೆ. The best. These bikers wasted that opportunity by speeding and reaching the other side... And waited for me for 20 mins. I shook hands with jinke and all and came aaramse.
I was all happy riding in city with 30kmph , avoiding potholes and stopping at traffic till now. Now that I have tasted 110kmph, smooth straight roads with no vehicle in sight, city bike riding suddenly irritates me.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Friday, March 16, 2018

ಮರೆತ ಕನಸು

ಕೊಂಚವೂ ನೆನಪಿಲ್ಲ
ಹೊಂಗನಸೇ ಇರಬಹುದು
ಎದ್ದಾಗ ಮುಖ ಅರಳಿತ್ತು
ಏನಿರಬಹುದು ಆ ಮರೆತ ಕನಸು
ಜ್ಞಾಪಕ ಇರಬೇಕಿತ್ತು.

ಅಲೆಲ್ಲೋ ಹುದುಗಿದೆ ಮಸ್ತಕದೊಳಗೆ
ಯಾವುದೋ ಬಣ್ಣದ
ಯಾವುದೋ ಹೂಗಳ
ರಾಶಿ ತುಂಬಿದ
ಆಗಷ್ಟೇ ಕರಗಿದ ಮಂಜಿನ ಹನಿಗಳ
ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ಕಣಿವೆ
ನಾ ಕಂಡಿದ್ದು ಇದೇನಾ?

ಅಥವಾ ಮನೆಮಂದಿಯೊಂದಿಗೆ
ಮಗುವಾಗಿ ಆಟವಾಡಿದ ಕನಸಾ?

ಇಲ್ಲ  ಇದೇ ಇರಬಹುದು
ಬದುಕಿನ ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಈವರೆಗೂ ಕಾದು
ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಆ ಕೈಗಳ ಹಿಡಿದು
ನಡೆದ ನೆನಪು
ನನ್ನ ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲೇ ಇದ್ದಳು
ತುಸು ನಕ್ಕು, ಹುಸಿ ಕೋಪ
ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ತುಂಟಾಟ
ಯಾರೂ ಬರದ ಸಣ್ಣ ಓಣಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಮುಸು ಮುಸು ಮುಂಜಾನೆ
ಬಂಗಾರದ ಎಲೆಗಳನ್ನು ಮೆಟ್ಟುತ್ತ
ಹೋದಂತ ಅನುಭವ

ಮಂಜಿನ ಹನಿಗಳು
ಅವಳ ಮೊಗವ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶಿಸಲು
ವಜ್ರದಂತೆ ಹೊಳೆಯುವ ಆ ಕಂಗಳ ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ
ಹೋಗುತ್ತಾ ಇರುವ
ನಾ ಮರೆತ ಕನಸಾಗಿರಲಿ

( Adapted from )

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Eclipsed Super Blue Blood Moon

ಹುಸಿಮುನಿಸಿನಿಂದ ಕೆನ್ನೆ ಕೆಂಪೇರಿತ್ತು. 
ಕಾಲ್ಬೆರಳಲ್ಲಿ ಗುಂಡಿ ತೋಡುತ್ತ 
ಪರದೆಯ ಹಿಂದೆ ನಿಂತು 
ಕದ್ದು ಕದ್ದು ನೋಡುತಿದ್ದಳು. 
ನಸುನಕ್ಕಿ ಬಾ ಎಂದೆ. 
ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಮೇಲೊಂದು ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಹಾಕುತ್ತ 
ಅವಿತಿದ್ದ ಮುಸುಕಿನಿಂದ ಆಚೆ ಬಂದಳು 
ನನ್ನ ಇಂದಿರಾ ಇಂದು 
ಪೂರ್ಣ ಚಂದಿರನಂತೆ 

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Light House

“So kids, school time?” asked the old lady as she passed the bunch of school kids.

“Yes ajji” , they said and enquired, ” have you ever been to school?”

“No kids, we were not fortunate enough to go to one”

“Ayyo, paapa ajji , so much learning you missed”

“I know”

“If you had gone to school, you would be intelligent like us”

The old lady smiled and said” Don’t worry about me. You kids study well ”
“Sure, bye ajji”.

Yet another day passed where Sharada ajji was proud of establishing “Sharadha High School”.

(Pic Credit : Twitter Fnd :)

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Stranger things.

OK, that title was just to get you interested. It’s nothing to do with that popular series. Here’s some strange things that happened to me yesterday.

 Fineapple Juice.
I slowed down near this pineapple/mosambi juice stall at the side of the road while he removed the red cloth from the manual juicer. Slowly I got down and when I was sure none of them from my area are nearby ordered a glass of pineapple juice.
While he started pressing it against the machine and turned the juicer handle, I observed a tired looking poor guy nearby standing with his back against the wall. I just felt sorry for that guy and thought why not order another glass for him. By this time my drink arrived and I sipped it. It was great. He had added more sugar to make it great but I was OK with it. All this while he kept looking at me
 I finished my drink and then approached this poor guy and politely asked if he would like to have some juice of his choice.
He smiled and asked which juice I would prefer if I was given that option. Not to sound rude I replied that if I had to buy again I would buy mosambi one as I already drank the pineapple one.
He shouted, “Chotu, ek mosambi bana dena”
I was happy coz he had obliged and just when I was about to pay they both saw each other and exchanged smiles.
It was then I realized that the “poor” guy was actually the owner of this stall and he was so touched by the fact that I was buying juice for some stranger , he decided to gift me a free one :)

This was God rewarding me at 5G speed.

“Tender” coconut
“How much for one?”, I asked pointing to the tender coconut .
Mannu showed 3 fingers and made sounds.
I realized he was mute but did not change my expression to sympathy or otherwise and just asked him to give one.
After drinking I took out two twenty rupees note and offered him.
He said , in his sign language , that he has no change.
I checked my purse again but could not find any . So just like that I signaled him to keep that extra ten rupees.
He kept it and just as I was about to leave he made sounds asking me to stop. Then he picked out a smaller one and offered it. I was quite sure he picked it from the Rs.10/- ones. I felt this was win-win. Drank it happily. To my surprise, it had as much coconut water as the previous one. I thanked him and left. As I turned my vehicle and went in front of his stall I gave him a glance of gratitude.
He smiled and the board from where he had taken that smaller tender coconut read:

Tuesday, December 12, 2017


(Another picture and another story with less than 100 words)

                                                                                                (pic taken from the net)

*Tring, Tring*
No voice from the other side. He knew it was not a connection problem. It was her. She wasn’t speaking but it was her.
His heart started beating fast. He waited to hear that voice which he missed for a long time now.
The phone disconnected.
Had not talked to her after she left him and had changed her number. Just to make sure it was her, he went to a public payphone to call the number who just dialled him.

“Tring Tring”
The payphone next to him rang

Monday, December 4, 2017


A friend of mine asked me to write a story within 100 words  based on the picture he had taken and this is what I wrote :)

“Honey, shall I buy this happiness?”, She asked excitedly.

He smiled, “It’s not happiness. And even if it is, it’s momentary.

I don’t mind”, she nagged

You don’t mind now, but later, that pinch of sadness will burst all the happiness out of it.”, he replied.

She got curious. “Sadness, what type of sadness?

He replied, “Sadness, the fact that we lost our only child four months ago .The one you are buying that for” and left.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

The Astrologer - 2

"Oops, I am sorry, really sorry"

Riding on an empty road at a relatively high speed the kid had apparently lost control,tried to apply brakes but still managed to hit the Astrologer.
Not much damage.
The Astrologer was unfazed .
He smiled,"Whats your name kid?"


"You have 3 daughters and no sons", said the Astrologer with a glint of spark in his eyes.

The family had utmost devotion to God and Gurujis but what he said was unbelievable.
How could he possibly say that with so much of confidence?

The eldest daughter tried to speak when the astrologer said sternly,"Girls need to know how to behave".
She kept quiet.

He continued.
"I know you are in a deep problem, your financial situation is not so good"
The lady of the house still looked confused. Scared.

"And so God has sent me to solve your problems”, This brought a sense of relief on her face.
He dipped Tulsi leaves in a jar he had brought along, and then sprinkled it on the mother daughter duo.
They bowed their head in complete devotion.

And then he started off," Poverty and daughters when combined are the biggest threat to parents. I know you are struggling to marry off your daughters. Your husband, who has left you from many years, whom you think will come anytime, will never return. I am now your only saving grace. "

The mother looked at him with devotion, speechless.
The daughter shrugged at his blabbering as she was not allowed to speak.

"All you have to do is this. In the name of God, give me the chain gifted by your mother during your marriage and I shall perform a special Pooja for you. Within twenty days all your problems will be solved. I will say no more"

The mother slowly got up, still recovering from her shock. She went to the room, came back empty handed and said:
"Guruji, I do not have the chain with me now. Poverty has made me take a loan out of it. I am helpless now. Please do forgive me for this!”
The Guruji said nothing.
He got up, sprinkled Tulsi water again and left.
The mother looked at him confused.
Ramesh came home at his usual time to home. As he had bought sweets for his kids, on the way caught his son, Satyavaan cycling and brought him home too.
His wife was preparing tea. As soon as she heard him, she was relieved.
Ramesh saw beads of stress on her forehead and signed asking what happened.
She broke down.
"All my life I have prayed to every God and Gurujis and what happened today has shattered them all !!"
Now it was his turn to get confused.
She continued,
"Today a Guruji had come to our house...and "
The eldest daughter now pitched in…
"And he said Amma has three daughters and no sons!! Ha ha , He did not tell about Satyavaan only !!
Also he said we are poor. Doesn’t he know we own this house and a farm!! Fraud Guruji!!
"Not only that, " mom added," He said you left us many years ago and would never return"
Things were getting clear now!!

Ramesh asked, " So how much did you pay him for all this nonsense"

"Nothing, he asked for some gold chain which my mom gifted me on my marriage!! Whatta lie, she gifted me only bangles. I told him I don’t have it now and sent him away”
Ramesh was relaxed now. Nothing was lost.
He saw Satyavaan munching away sweets happily, without a care in this world.
Both the parents smiled looking at him.

Slowly he gulped down the last piece, lifted his head and said,
" I am sorry, I hit that guy with a cycle today morning.
Though he did not scold, as a punishment he said I have to answer some of his questions."

Then??Everyone looked at him, curious of what happened.

"Then what, he pointed at our house and asked some questions, I wanted to get away from him and play and told whatever I came in my mind."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM??" Ramesh thundered!!

"Well, whatever I said Astrologer told to Amma and Akka and they have already told you...”, Saying this Satyavaan hopped away..

-----------------------------THE END-------------------------------

P.S : If you liked this story then do read the first part too :)

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Saturday, March 7, 2015

Nation Gets to Know

For those who do not know PunyakoTi, one of the folklore of Karnataka, here is the story

“PunyakoTi was one of the many cows which were returning home after grazing in the idle pastures close by a dense forest. The poor cow got lost and strayed deep into the jungle. Suddenly she found herself at an eating distance from the evil tiger that lived in the forest. Smacking its lips and swishing its tail, the tiger looked hungry and ready to pounce when all of a sudden the mortified cow found her tongue. "I have a small calf waiting for me back home. He would be hungry by now and I need to feed him. Will you please let me go home and feed him? I promise to come back after he is fed." The great cat was bemused. Would any prey really come back to be eaten? But PunyakoTi persisted. "I believe Truth to be my close family. The gods will not be pleased if I go back on my promise. So, no matter what, I shall come back. Please let me go now." Well, the tiger relented and let PunyakoTi go her way.
              Lore has it that PunyakoTi does come back to the tiger. Standing before his den she calls out to him-"Here I am evil one. Come, partake me." The tiger, Arbudha,  was touched by her honesty and moved to tears. In great remorse and realization, the tiger asks for forgiveness and jumps off the cliff to death. PunyakoTi returned to the cowshed happily “

The moral of this was that truth and honesty is always rewarded..he parting of the cow and the calf, the sacrifice of the tiger always brought tears in my eyes as a kid.

But today, many years later Arbudha Cowswamy got a question: What exactly happened that day. The only account he had was from the cows. Had he uncovered all facts?
Unable to control his curiosity, he went into the middle of Dharani Mandala , to Karnata, where it all happened and invited everyone he met ,to his show “Frankly squeaking with Arbudha Cowswamy”

After all even the Nation wanted to know.

Arbudha Cowswamy :  Thank you all very much for joining us. I looked forward to meeting you and talking to you for a very long time. I wanted to talk to you when all the cows were making merry. And now have found you. Without wasting much time, let me start away with the interview.So miss Kekda Kapoor, what do you have to say about this short story?

Kekda Kapoor : We did not had the concept of mega serials then. Once a person dies in our story, he stays dead. No rebirth and all that bullshit. Why we killed it in the story? Well, people like tragedy. And good over evil things has good market value.

Arbudha Cowswamy : Excuse me miss Kekda, I specifically asked for the comments on the moral and not on the length of the story. The question for the day is : Was the tiger justified in jumping off the cliff. Why did it do so? Our animal activist CraneAkka Gandhi would like to pour her thoughts.

CraneAkka Gandhi : I seriously felt that tiger should have been saved. Already we have such less tiger count in India, and if tigers die for all such reasons, how can we even save them !!

Arbudha Cowswamy: Very good point miss CraneAkka, the question stays the same though.

Dinku Donkey : Well , the problem is this , It was a carnivorous animal. Now that it could not eat the cow, it would anyways die of hunger as it could not eat grass. So it jumped.

Arbudha Cowswamy: Your point is not making sense Mr. Dinku. If it did not want to eat the cow, it could just leave the place. Eat some other animal who was not so truthful. The ones in politics for example. Kaalia the crow, you would like to add?

Kaalia : How can you say that the tiger jumped. Did anyone see it jumping? I seriously feel that it was the cow which tricked it to go to the hill top and then pushed it. Motherly love for the calf you see!

Arbudha Cowswamy : Now that’s some serious allegation Mr.Kaalia .Do you agree with Kaalia?
JumboJaani : That is rubbish. Cows are gentle animals and non-violent ones. My guess is , just as I do, it saw the food being delivered at doorstep and jumped in joy. But instead of in joy there was a deep valley behind it. Foolish tiger.

Arbudha Cowswamy : Different people different thoughts. Some say our hero : PunyakoTi is a murderer and some the tiger foolish. Was PunyakoTi really a hero? Cheeku –Meeku , your views?

Cheeku : If PunyakoTi was a hero , why did she not save the dying tiger .How could she  return “Happily”? These cows are so selfish .

Meeku : Oh yeah, How come the tiger is the villain in the story when he did not touch the cow, trusted the cow, did not eat it and sacrificed its life. Same as Raavan case. He should be the hero.

Cheeku : Yaa, which means it should be as famous as PunyakoTi. But this media focused only on this issue. Does anyone even remember that tiger name?

Arbudha Cowswamy : Its name is Arbudha. Not so famous though.

GulluJackal : I still stand by what Kaalia said.  PunyakoTi  was Aryan and the tiger was Dravidian. Aryans wanted to kill Dravidians and establish supremacy .

Arbudha Cowswamy : Oh,  Oh,  Oh.

SillySom : Oh now I get it .That’s why Sandalwood SRK , the Dravidian did a movie called Aryan and made it to flop as revenge!!

GulluJackal:  Oye , Bollywood SRK has named his son Aryan  too. Co-incidence?

Arbudha Cowswamy : Guys please don’t divert the topic.

OneDana : No, as per media reports the cow tried to convince it seems. Tiger did not listen.

GulluJackal  : Who is your source? Some wretched cow-worshipping evil Hindu right? Go and check with liberals. They will tell the truth

OneDana : The tiger felt guilty and it died. Case closed.

Psychologist Paaro : So , it looks like the tiger was under depression and had suicidal tendencies.

GulluJackal  : What tendencies?? How did it decide that it was wrong? For it eating non-veg was not an option. It was a natural requirement.

KaaTaal Naagraj : ItihAsavannu tiruchalAgide! History has been twisted.
Maravind Kej : Sab mile hue hai ji
Sakth Yadav : Blame the tiger. Cows will be Cows

Arbudha Cowswamy : Khamosh…. Psychologist Paaro, you were telling something.

Psychologist Paaro : Yes, Cow is right does not make tiger wrong. Dying just because someone is right sends a wrong message. We need to change the story. Change it to say that suicide is not the solution for guilt.

Arbudha Cowswam: Well Everyone you have been very frank, you were polite but without doubt, those watching this interview will have one thing to say that you have diverse views, each correct from their angle. For going through what you did, for putting out what you did at that point of time I think the country owes you a debt of gratitude. It was  my honour to speak to you all today. Thank you.

Within 2 days the story ending was changed.

“"You are great!"he exclaimed. "I cannot eat such a truthful and noble animal as you. You are my own sister. Go, PunyakoTi – go back to your child!"And he turned and walked away without a backward glance. Arbudha and PunyakoTi were equally blessed.

(Thanks to those special friends who gave inputs to this :)