ಬದುಕುಗಳು, ನೆನಪುಗಳು, ಒಳ್ಳೆತನ, ಕೆಟ್ಟತನ, ಆಸೆ, ತ್ಯಾಗ, ನೋವು, ಹಠ, ಅಹಂ, ಭಕ್ತಿ, ಧೈರ್ಯ ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ಕಾಲದ ಬಿರುಗಾಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾರಿ ಹೋಗುತ್ತವೆ ಅಲ್ವಾ? ನಮ್ಮ ನಂತರದ ಎರಡು ಪೀಳಿಗೆಗಳು ನಮ್ಮ ನೆನಪಿಟ್ಟುಕೊಳ್ಳೋದೇ ದೊಡ್ಡದು. ಹೆಸರು ಉಳಿಯೋದು ಕೂಡ ಇತಿಹಾಸ ಬರೆಯುವವರ ಪೆನ್ನಿನ ನಿಬ್ಬಿನ ದಿಕ್ಕಿನಿಂದ ನಿರ್ಧಾರ ಆಗುತ್ತೆ. ಹಾಗಾದ್ರೆ ಈ ಬದುಕಿಗೆ ಅರ್ಥ ಏನು?
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
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