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Stones that we see, Stories we Forget

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Some stones stand quietly for centuries...their stories not always ! Tata had a dream. Not just a dream… a dream backed by determined action — to build an institute in India deeply rooted in science and technology. But dreams of this scale rarely belong to one person. It took the collective belief and persistence of many —Jamsetji Tata, Swami Vivekananda, Sister Nivedita, Diwan Sheshadri Iyer, Maharani Kempananjammanni, and several others who believed India needed such an institution. Nearly two decades of effort went into turning that vision into reality. And finally, the Indian Institute of Science was born. Today IISc stands as one of the country’s proudest institutions. For more than a century it has contributed immensely to science, technology, and nation building. The iconic main building stands tall , and in front of it stands the statue of Jamsetji Tata . When you stand there, it naturally evokes deep respect and gratitude for the visionary who imagined it long before others ...
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ಹೆಸರಿಲ್ಲದ ಚರಿತ್ರೆ - ಕಾಲಯಾನ 2025

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  ಒಂದು ಪ್ರೇಮಕತೆ ತೋಟದ ಮುತ್ತಜ್ಜ ಕಲ್ಲು  ಚಳಿಗೆ ಮುದುಡಿ ಮಲಗಿದ್ದ ಸಮಯ ಕಾಲಯಾನದ ಗುಂಡಿ ಒತ್ತುವ ಸಮಯ  ಸರಿ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲೇ  ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಎಲ್ಲೋ ಇದ್ದ  ಆ ಗಂಡ ಹೆಂಡತಿ ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ  ಅವನ ಶೌರ್ಯ ಏನು ಕಮ್ಮಿಯಲ್ಲ  ಆದರೇನು ಬದುಕಿ ಉಳಿಯಲಿಲ್ಲ ಅಷ್ಟೇ  ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ಊರವರೆಲ್ಲಾ  ಸೇರಿ ಅವನಿಗೊಂದು ವೀರಗಲ್ಲ ಕೆತ್ತಿದ್ದು  ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯರ ನಡುವಿನ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯನೊಬ್ಬನ  ಅಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಶೌರ್ಯ ಆಗಲಿ  ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಪ್ರೇರಣೆ ಎಂದು  ತಾಳಿ ತಾಳಿ ಅದೇ ಕಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಸೇರಿಸಿಲಿಲ್ಲವೇ  ಅವನ ಸತಿಯನ್ನು . ಹೋಗಿಬಿಟ್ಟಳಲ್ಲ ಅವನ ಜೊತೆ  ಪರಿ ಪರಿಯಾಗಿ ಹೇಳಲಿಲ್ಲವೇ  ಊರವರೆಲ್ಲ “ಕಾಲಕ್ಕಿಂತ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಔಷಧಿಯಿಲ್ಲ” ಉಸಿರಾಗಿದ್ದವನ ಉಸಿರಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಉಸಿರಾಡಲು ಅಂತ । ಕೇಳಲಿಲ್ಲ ಅಷ್ಟೇ … ಹೊರಟೇ ಬಿಟ್ಟಳು ಹಿಂತಿರುಗಿ ನೋಡದೆ ! ಹೆಸರೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲದ ಅವನು,  ಅವನಿಗೆ ಉಸಿರಾದ ಅವಳು. ಇನ್ನು ನಿಂತಿದ್ದಾರೆ  ಅಂದಿನಿಂದ-ಇಂದಿನವರೆಗೆ, ಬಹುಶಹ ಎಂಟು ಶತಮಾನಗಳಿಂದ  ಇತ್ತೀಚೆಗೆ,  “ಕೋಲೆ ಬಸವ”ನೂ  ಸೇರಿಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದಾನೆ  ಅವರೆಲ್ಲ ಕತೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಮೂಕ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿಯಂತೆ, ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಕೇಳುತ್ತಾ, ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ  ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಹೇಳಲಾಗದ  ಕತೆಯನ್ನೇ ಮೆಲಕು ಹಾಕುತ್ತಾ  ಇರಲಿ ಇವರದೊಂದು ಶೌರ್ಯದ  ಪ್ರೇಮಕತೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಜೊತೆ !!  ಹೆಸರಿನ...
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Running the Old Waterways – Agara to Madiwala to agara

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We knew the route this time. No wrong turns, no U-turns. Parked in the quiet lane near the Bosch bike service, and by 5:45 we were off, moving clockwise from Agara. The city was still half asleep, traffic only beginning to build. Suresh set the pace — steady, relaxed. He doesn’t complicate running. No splits, no heart rate, just the road and the joy of moving. “Run happy” is his mantra. I was distracted — vehicles coming from the opposite direction, but more than that, the thoughts running in my mind. I paused at the Agara Someshwara temple, clicked a photo, and a girl passing by asked me for directions. I smiled to myself: “I’m just a visitor here… actually, I’m time-traveling to witness the history of these lakes. Don’t ask me about the present places, ask me about the past 🤗.” I didn’t say it aloud. The look on her face was enough. She might have thought a local runner would know the place for sure. We turned toward Silk Board. The chaos was beginning — honking, buses, bikes squeez...
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Agara Lake Run – A Dialogue Across Time

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After pausing lake runs for a while, I decided to restart them. I chose Agara Lake . Why Agara deserves a story of its own will come later. I messaged Suresh about the plan to skip Saturday’s long run and do it on Sunday. He is more into gym these days, so I was doubtful. Still, he replied, “Yes.” With a smile he added, “If I can’t run, I’ll take an auto back home.” I knew he would never do that. We left home at 5 AM, planning to start by 5:30. We reached early, but I took the wrong road, got onto the flyover, and had to take a U-turn. Lost 20–25 minutes. Parked near Hyundai showroom and entered through Gate 4. The entry was unpleasant with the smell from the Raja Kaluve . But once inside, the lake loop was calm. A good path, tall trees, and shade made it welcoming. One round is about 2.6 km. Many runners were already there. For sure it appears in the list of one of the well maintained lake loops for run. Suresh was cheerful. “Let’s not push too hard. Let’s run happily,” he said. That’...
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Running Alone, Running Together: A Paradoxical Journey

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They say running is an individual sport. Unlike team games, it doesn’t depend on others. All you need is a pair of shoes—and the will to take that first step. You run on your own time, at your own pace, chasing your own goals. That’s true. But only half the story. The beauty of running is this: while you can start it alone , it flourishes in company. The journey becomes deeper when you're surrounded by others—each running for their own reasons, yet moving beside you, around you, and sometimes, with you. You see someone pass by on the road, someone looping silently in a park, someone pacing beside you. Without words, you pick up lessons—form, rhythm, resilience. Sometimes, even a fleeting smile—gone in the blink of a stride—is enough to remind you: you're not alone. " Walk with someone to know them.    Run with someone to know them better.   Keep running to know yourself " Running with others helps you discover yourself, even in a crowd. It helps you create space—wit...
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Marathon Run

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 Ever wondered how a marathon run turned into a global event? In 490 BCE, the Greeks defeated the Persians at the Battle of Marathon. Legend says a soldier ran from the battlefield to Athens—about 40 km—with one message: “Nike!” (meaning “Victory”). And then he collapsed and died. Or so the popular version goes. A few centuries later, the historian Herodotus recorded a different tale. He wrote about a messenger named Pheidippides who ran 240 km from Athens to Sparta to seek help before the battle. A run of grit and urgency. For nearly 2,000 years, the story remained buried in history—until 1879, when British poet Robert Browning retold the post-battle run in his poem Pheidippides. His version focused on the dramatic 40 km run and the messenger’s death. It was shorter. It was emotional. It was poetry. And it gained traction. Do people really care about what the real story is? Or do we even know what the real story is? In 1894, Pierre de Coubertin, a French educator, dreamt of revivi...
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ಚಿತ್ರಾನ್ನ, ಚಿತ್ರಾನ್ನ... ಒಂದು ಚಿತ್ರಣ!

"ತಿಂಡಿಗೆ ಏನು ಇದೆ?" "ಊಟಕ್ಕೆ ಏನು?" "ಟೈಮ್ ಇಲ್ಲ, ಆದ್ರೂ ಏನಾದ್ರೂ ರುಚಿಕರವಾಗಿ ಬೇಕು." "ಅಡಿಗೆ ಕಲಿಯೋಕೆ ಶುರು ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೀನಿ. ಮೊದಲಿಗೆ ಏನು ಟ್ರೈ ಮಾಡ್ಲಿ?" ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಯಾವುದೇ ಇರಲಿ, ಉತ್ತರ ಒಂದೇ—ಚಿತ್ರಾನ್ನ! ತಿನ್ನೋದಷ್ಟೆ! --- *ಬಣ್ಣ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಚಿನ್ನದ ಅನ್ನ* ಚಿತ್ರ ವಿಚಿತ್ರವಾದ ತಿಂಡಿ-ತಿನಿಸುಗಳು... ಬೇಕೊ ಬೇಡವೋ ನೂರಾರು ಆಯ್ಕೆಗಳು ಕಣ್ಣ ಮುಂದೆ ಕಾಣುವ ಮುನ್ನ, ಆಪ್ ಓಪನ್ ಮಾಡಿ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗೋ ಇವತ್ತಿನ ಕಾಲದ ಮುಂಚೆ, ಮನೆ ಮನೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ, ಮನ ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದದ್ದು – ಚಿತ್ರಾನ್ನ. ಚಿತ್ರಾನ್ನ ಒಂದು ಸರಳ, ಸುಲಭ, ಸುಂದರ, ರುಚಿಕರ ತಿಂಡಿ. ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಅಲ್ಲ – ಕಪ್ಪು ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಎನಿಸೋ ಬದುಕಿನೊಳಗೆ ಬಣ್ಣ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಕನಸುಗಳ ಚಿತ್ರಣದಂತೆ. --- ಉದುರು ಉದುರಾದ ಅನ್ನ, ರುಚಿಗೆ ತಕ್ಕಷ್ಟು ಉಪ್ಪು, ಹುಳಿಗೆ ನಿಂಬೆಯೋ, ಹಿರಳೆಯದೋ ರಸ, ಹುರಿದ ಕಡಲೆ ಬೀಜ, ಚಿಕ್ಕದಾಗಿ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿದ ಮೆಣಸಿನಕಾಯಿ, ಹೊಂದಿಸಲು ಎಣ್ಣೆ, ಅದು ಸಾಲದು ಅನ್ನೋಂತೆ ಬಾಣಲಿಯೊಳಗೆ ಬೆಚ್ಚನೆಯ ಅಪ್ಪುಗೆ, ಒಂದಿಷ್ಟು ಉಗ್ಗರಣೆ, ಇದು ಸಾಲದು ಎನಿಸಿದರೆ ಕತ್ತರಿಸಿದ ಈರುಳ್ಳಿ! --- ಇಷ್ಟೆಲ್ಲ ಸರಳತೆಯ ಮಧ್ಯೆ, ಬೇಜಾರಾಗದಷ್ಟು ವೈವಿಧ್ಯತೆಯನ್ನು ಉಣಬಡಿಸುವ ಬಗೆ ಬಗೆಯ ಚಿತ್ರಾನ್ನಗಳು: ನಿಂಬೆ, ಮಾವಿನಕಾಯಿ, ಹಿರಳೆ, ಮೆಂತೆ, ಕಾಯಿ ಸಾಸಿವೆ, ಸೋಪ್ಪು, ಉದ್ದಿನಬೇಳೆ, ಈರುಳ್ಳಿ, ಮೊಸರು (ಇದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಇನ್ನೊಮ್ಮೆ ತಂಪು ಹೊ...
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