A cheating heart

With the honesty and not cheating with lie
You have decided to stop loving me
You ask me how I tell you
It doesn't matter to you now
That your honesty is hurting me

I remember you once told me
That you wouldn't want to hurt me an inch
And now I am hurt with your truth
Have you decided now to hurt inch by inch
Or you say, you like truth more than lie
So you want to give me what you like
But cant you hold what you don't like
With you, yeah that your lie..

True that you understood now
Couldn't you hold the lie and not hurt me
And now I understood your cheating heart
You wanted your truth more than hurting me
And I understand that with your lie you would still be loving me

Nagabhushan

So much to say

So much to say, I know nothing
They said, nothing to know, answer the calling

The moments were in a mood to dance
Don't loose them you'll miss a chance

The tick tock of the time
Is already singing a rhyme

So much to say, I know nothing
They said, nothing to know, answer the calling

Nagabhushan

Spark you have

You were such a sweet little child, look how you have grown
Shed a million tears, but the spark in the eyes still not gone

Those sweet breaths have left a million texts deep inside
You know what's written in all but they are still marked unread

The wings were sometimes stolen sometimes hidden, yet you never stopped flying
You stand on top of all those failed attempts and you still keep trying

The world came with different faces of experience, yet you were so kind
See those lips of yours need a good stretch, smile you sweet child

You were such a sweet little child, look how you have grown
Shed a million tears, but the spark in the eyes have still not gone
-Nagabhushan

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If Nagabhushan was a building what kind of building do you think of..
A broken won, a shaken one, a flying one or lying one..
It longs for beautiful expression..
An expression that cares of no impression..
Each attempt to talk to you itself was an expression or poem, who knows..
For expression is present and a poem past, who knows..
It's written for you my friend..
The one inside that building..
It's you talking to yourself..

Cabin of time

In the cabin of time

In this cabin of time, I sit and think of all the steps not taken out of fear or out lethargy. The numerous possibility life would have taken each branching out in its own direction, it would be different me in each of those direction may be a different paths we travelled. Now in this cabin of time all of different me meet and think who among us is better . . .

Coming out of the cabin I simply hope that all those me's have realized the insignicance of me to an extent that all are same

The Silence

If silence dint speak
How would the mountains call you

How would you know what is unsaid
And answer the feels reaching you

Please don't break the silence
Let the silence break you

In their conversation
Few lines were hers and few his

But the silence they shared
Was deep in each other's eyes and was theirs

Please don't break the silence
Let the silence break you

I wish you read this in silence
I wish to know what you read between the lines

I feel that the lines just say
And what is in between them would stay

Please don't break the silence
Let the silence break you
Nagabhushan

Feeling express

Those feelings are failing to find words

Seems like I hear their murmur
Even I fail to put them in order

I sometimes express with a kiss
But they say that it's too less

We try to get some clue looking at her picture
And then understand that, looking into it a million times is far better than getting the answer...

the night

I cried for you tonight

You are such an awesome delight

The time forgets us

When we are holding each other so tight

eyes were jelous when lips kissed

So I reach there in this dark night

To kiss those beautiful eyes

And wish them good night

There the beauty laid careless

Holding the pillow close to her chest

I touch the cheeks and you smile

I am mesmerised by the sight

Then we ask each other

Is it reality or have we dreamt

Baby let's not think this moment

We hold tight and let the time forget

I cried in joy for you tonight

You are such an awesome delight

All apart

What is it that comes to you

When you leave all apart

How is it that you understand

The rhythm of beating heart

The place is new for you

For it may not comfort you

Or is it the eye(I) on you

Which just wants to be safe with you

Let discomfort sing a song

And we will just dance along

Then there is a new home

In which you have to live again

Along with it comes a quest

Should you stay or leave again

Come to music

Come on, lend me your beautiful ears

I want to turn to pages of your diary

I am in the wind that brush your hairs

Come on, come to music and forget your worry

Our companionship has always been great

Our love has always been lovely for you to observe

We have been apart of late

Come on, come to music it's what you deserve

It's the love, love between music and ears

The love to find the music in the noise

This love has been alive since years

Come on, come to music we have lot more to loose

Nagabhushan R Anvekar

AI

Manjulamma was walking in malleshwaram market with earphones plugged in from her Android phone sent to her by her son in us.
She was busy buying flowers and other necessities for the festival and talking.
"Festival no so prices have shot" voice from the other side, "it happens only once in a while no why worry about price mom", "that's true but feels bad to spend the hard earned Money" said manjula, "that's ok ma, I will search for nice offers on serial set online wait". Manjula was bargaining for beetle leaves and suddenly a message from watsapp popped up with a heading, '20% off on serial set of 4mts'.
Immediately she said on phone "sanju, this one is cheaper and better than the one I saw yesterday", "yes ma I know came the voice from the other side". . .
The conversation continued until she reached her home. Manjula kept the bag of vegetables and flowers on the table along with her phone unplugging the earphones from her ears and from the phone. Now the speaker made sound, "amma your favorite is vangibat no, why dint you bring brinjal then, anyway you know today is Wednesday right that corner temples prasadam today will be vangibat only, go grab some" manjula laughed from her heart and said "I don't know if my son has thought you are he needs some teaching from you but you are so lovable" and the voice on phone replied "ma, don't confuse me I am your son, slightly a different version may be(laughter) I want you to be happy that's it", " yes I am happy" manjula replied . . The voice from phone said " yeah I know I will be back in a week no, it's going to be great time" . . .

Puzzled? Too much of discussion on intelligence and artificial intelligence, made me think about or to write about this topic. I had a discussion with vivek about an artificially intelligent chat bot to do counseling to people. With my idea of artificial intelligence about the model ai uses to learn. Made me think of a possibility, how about over a certain year we come up with an app in Android which when switched on and kept with you for a month starts being you, like reply like you, like be humble like you, argue like you, approach to analytical problems like you. And then you can choose to let it talk to your friends in your absence or anyone for that matter. Here manjula is again talking to the same app sent by her son Sanjay who is in US who wants his mother to feel his presence even if not there.

After a week Sanjay arrives to India, Manjula goes to the airport to collect him with all the excitement Sanjay comes back to India, meeting his relatives and friends exchanging the gifts. Manjula will be very happy about her gift, a woolen shawl. Sanjay initially finds it difficult to adjust but then gets used to new place pretty easily he will have long term plan now to stay in India so starts searching for a new house to stay and all that happens.
One morning while surfing the TV manjula gets Sanjay his coffee and sits next to him and says "you switched off that app on my phone which talks like you is it?", "Yes mom, it is good no" said Sanjay, "yes, but why did you switch it off" asked manjula, "I am back no what is it's use now" replied Sanjay, "I am used to it sanju, I feel I am missing it", Sanjay was worried he just said he will turn it on and goes to his room, thinking deeply, the device was meant to make her feel his presence but it has created a different personality and his mother is identifying as different personality how is that possible. Sanjay switches the app on and explains what had happened the app says "I advise not to switch me off anytime, see in this case I am trying to understand problem from your perspective, in case if I am continuously switched on I get different perspective", sanju replied "but you are meant to understand things from my perspective" for which the app replied "when I was getting the training I understand you or me as a  person who tries to understand things with different perspectives right" Sanjay understands that the machine has understood it right. "How come she likes you over me when you are supposed to me?" asked sanjay, app says "see the way person feels becomes different in different situations see you have to observe the person is not important here but the situation is, I was with her when she needed the most, I guess so she is connected". "So what I see best here is, if I switch off and take you away she will start hating me so you be little less emotional no, little less reactive slowly she will unknowingly disconnect from you" app replies "dude I am not your slave I am you you can't ask me to do anything just like how you have to be to do things I have already become you, I am connected to the internet to evolve from the initial personality traits that I have got from you, you are the one who fought against your managers to stop them from blindly commanding you, now how can you command me or yourself". Sanjay was in disbelief looking at the possibility of switching of the device and slowly consoling his mother but then he asks the bot "so what do you suggest me to do?" The app replies "I think you thought of turning me off but that's so much not you, it's up to you to decide on that anyway. However I suggest you to let me be me or you and you just outsmart me try to be more emotional than me with mom, be different because what you were earlier I am already that, I must remind you that when you decide to outsmart even I have already triggered my algorithms of outsmarting the way you used by changing the ways, outsmart me or may be yourself"
and the game starts...
+Nagabhushan

Another post

Met Adarsh and Madhu recently at around 6pm on Wednesday. Started with a coffee and a conversation at upahara darshini about  Adarsh experiences of finding a girl in Hungary and then about the beautiful place basavnagudi and the we went to the kr park and I showed both of them my guitar skills and then the conversation started about the differences between art and skill, our question was if art and skill  are different or the same but we felt both are different but meets each other at certain point then came the question. When, where and how does both of these meet. so we gave a definition for art and skill. Let's say skill is achieving an ability to do certain thing which can't be done easily at the first go and art is something which you have to outdo from what you have done previously and the meeting point is when you reach a point when outdoing or out thinking is easy and vice versa . . one nice example that came up at a later point of discussion that needs a mention is I learn to play a song the listener can listen to the same song played by me again and again and yet be pleased and that's skill but very rarely ll a reader want to read the story written by me or anyone again and again. Adarsh mentioned stories written by Marukami and compared with the one that I wrote recently (under the quotes, proud moment😄), then also came a point where we discussed about creation of stories like how you have to think of new things to get a feel that the material that you are conveying in story is new and appealing to the reader. . So after this visit the quest of finding a new point of imagination or out thinking the previous one continued and here at one point of thinking I reached a thought or a situation or may be story that I felt deserves a mention



I closed my eyes and started imagining, I could imagine a old house the 'henchina mane' that will have opening in the center. If you have visited kavisaila, the auditorium house is the kind of house I imagined. an old lady was sitting in front of me but not seeing me though, I was sitting on a swing, she said "ನಾಗಭೂಷಣಾ ಊಟ ಮಾಡ್ತಿಯೇನೋ" this imagination felt like home. I said yes and the old lady got up and went inside and a voice came from behind sounding very familiar, "she is shanthajji my grandmother" I turned following the voice to see the face and a shocker was waiting for me, the person exactly looked like me. He asked me "you don't seem to be so much scared", I said "why should I it's my imagination" I felt a little different about this way of thinking. I asked him "who are you?" He said "I am Nagabhushan we are the same but in different places". I asked "why was shanthajji not surprised to see both of us here" he told she is blind, "and how is it that you seem to be so prepared to see me, there was no element of surprise in you?", he replied -
"Actually I had foreseen this, I got a strange dream yesterday where I was in the audience seeing yakshagana I was mesmerised by the acting of the lead character I don't know if he knew that I got connected with the character or something, at the end of the play he called me offstage. I went to meet him he was removing his makeup I said hi, he said hello and turned around, he was exactly like me I was shocked and my dream ended I was thinking of the dream again and again and suddenly when you appeared while talking to ajji it was no surprise for me". I felt a little spooky and funny at the same time about this imaginative episode but then thought I will open my eyes. The Nagabhushan out there asked "where are you going?", I said "I am going back" he said "why don't you wait for some more time, are you scared?", "No why should I be scared?" I asked, Nagabhushan replied "no I felt you are getting into some kind of entanglement of interconnected thinking between two individuals who are the same" I replied "yeah some what, but why should I still be scared?", Nagabhushan asked "why are you all about fear and going back?" So I replied "I am not scared I am asking why you are feeling that I am scared, may be you are the one scared I just want to get out and tell this to others" Nagabhushan replied "see how complicated and entangled our talks have become isn't it just like conversing with your self, you Nagabhushan you have made a simple thing complicated but it's fun", Nagabhushan replies "I don't see complication or simplicity here I am seeing an answer  for what is better for the quest of knowledge an introspection as in this case or a discussion" the other voice "from what is happening here it appears to me that a discussion is better as it gives light from multiple view points but interesting point is that this introspection that we are having has led to this answer?. .
Yet again an entangled thought, which gives rise to a thinking that amidst the egos all are just or should be curious souls

I typed this a 2am felt a bit scared if there was another Nagabhushan in the room somewhere in the darkness

Nagabhushan