Sunday, March 29, 2020

Corona - My understanding of what is going on and how I am making sense of it.

Why is it instilling fear and dread?

There are a few reasons for it.
One, because it is new. None of us has suffered from it and our immunity system has not fought it before. Plague killed millions in the past and managed to instill fear in the hearts of many. To me, this seems like another version of the plague - Plague of the modern age. There are other communicable and non-communicable diseases which are killing people every day, but we know about them and hence we worry less.

Two, because there is no medicine to either prevent it or cure it. Without a fail-safe net, this feels like a free fall. Once you are sick, only your immunity system has to fight it off. Not all of us are strong enough to do that.

Three, because it can spread easily. HIV is deadly but it doesn’t spread through a sneeze. This, because is a respiratory disease – affecting our breathing system, (virus in our nose, throat and lungs) – spreads with a sneeze and a cough. Sneeze and cough have mostly been harmless till date and all of a sudden have turned deadly. Also, the virus in the droplets can survive outside quite easily and for quite a long time. Hence making it easier to spread. Difficult to contain.

Four, it reaches a critical state soon. Even though HIV is a death sentence, people manage to live with the disease for years. That is not the case with Corona. It gets serious soon and kills people fast.

Five, anyone can catch it. It is not a poor people or poor country disease. Some diseases are; and we manage to get a good night’s sleep. May be because it is out of sight and out of mind, or because we know we may not get those diseases and even if we do, we can get better because we have the resources. COVID 19 is not a country or ethnic origin centered disease. It has crossed borders easily and has affected the rich, the famous and the powerful.

Six, senior citizens, children, and people with pre-existing conditions are at a higher risk of getting affected severely. Generally people with weak immune systems will see the harsher side of the illness. We generally don’t have a report giving us an understanding of how good our immune system is. Anyone can succumb to death due to this illness.

Wasn’t social distancing enough? Why the lockdown?

If we lived in a world where we can maintain 6 feet or more distance from any other individual at any given point, if we could keep our face covered all the time, if we all had access to soap and water and could wash our hands for 20 seconds whenever we want, then, maybe, it would have been enough.
We are a lot of people in limited space. Our public transport is always crowded. Water and soap are not always available and we cannot take our hygiene practices for granted. So, social distancing is not enough. One mistake – touching your face with unwashed hands – one accident, one chance encounter with the virus can put a lot of lives at risk. Because we can be asymptomatic for 15 days and still spread the virus, social distancing alone is not enough. Also, because it is impossible to test 1.3 billion people in India or 8 billion in the world, deliberate measures have to be taken to contain the spread.

As the virus arrived, we were able to track who had it and to whom it could have been transferred. But, people go off the radar, travel in crowded buses and have spread the virus. Once we reach a stage where we don’t know how one has got the virus, lock down is the only way to stop further spread.

During these 21 days, initially, we will see a peek in the number of people who have contracted the virus. We will discover many cases because they might have got infected before the lockdown. If the lockdown is successful, then, the numbers will start to drop by the third week.

Are 21 days enough?

I doubt it. Unless we have tracked everyone infected and people they have come in contact with, it may not be enough. Why?

Let’s say I got infected the day before the lock down. For 15 days,without symptoms, I walked around, not a lot, just to get essentials. On day 15, I show symptoms. But the people I have infected may take 15 more days to show. That means, at least a month. And that, only if we strictly follow the rules. The more we break the lockdown rules, the more time it will take to contain the virus.

What can we do?

Stay at home.

Decrease your chances of getting infected. Your health is taken care of.

By not spreading the virus, you are saving the health of others around you.

And you are helping the healthcare system by not falling ill. The ones who had to go out, the ones who have fallen ill can access medical care because the system is not overwhelmed by huge numbers of ill people.

Stay home after the 21 days lock down.

21 days is not a magic number that will erase the virus off the planet. It is an effort to flatten the curve. Even after 21 days, if the virus is still in the country, then stay home. The ones who can work from home, can afford to stay home, should. If the food on your plate is not dependent on you going out, then stay home. So the ones who have to go out for their daily needs can do so while practicing social distancing easily. Let’s uncrowd.

I wish we could stay home till we knew no one in the world is sick or till an effective and inexpensive vaccine is available easily to everyone.

Continue the best practices.

If one has to be at work, switch off the air conditioning, open all windows, cover your nose, mouth and eyes all the time. Wash or sanitize your hands regularly, particularly before eating or drinking anything. I have found that covering my face completely helps me to stop touching my face. This infection can get to us only in certain ways and if we are careful, we can decrease the chances of getting it.

Remember the worst case scenario.

If this spreads, goes out of control, our hospitals will be over crowded, health care workers will be overwhelmed, medical supplies will run out, and care will be denied to many. People who could have been saved will die because of this. We are a country with a lot of elders, people with pre-existing health conditions and many of them could die.

Donate.

Thousands of laborers from unorganized sectors are stuck in cities and are going hungry. Donate to feed them. Donate to help them. Use your skills and resources to collaborate, organize and mobilize resources to help them. Nine families or ninety people, do something. Their lives matter too.

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Hybrid Black Grapes Thief

Along with my partner and child, I went fruit shopping the evening of Holi. We needed elakki and nendra banana fruits. We walked to a shop close by noticing another vegetable and fruit shops being closed and a bakery shut. Holi holiday, I thought.

The shop we wanted to buy from, was open. This shop has fruits at the outside and vegetables inside. I think it is a pattern, as I have seen other shops too have fruits at the entrance, almost on the outside and vegetables in. The billing counter separates the fruits and vegetables section and is in a corner. This is a relatively decent sized shop for a fruit and vegetable shop. There usually is one person looking after the shop and sometimes, on busy evenings, two attenders.

My partner was carrying our child while I choose the fruits and he went to pay the bill while I carried our child. I saw two boys, color all over them, fighting, pulling each other, trying to hit, being rough with each other; being pre-teen kids. I thought they might be from north India. The smaller boy looked at me as they came close to the vegetable shop. The shopkeeper was busy tending to his customers, shifting his gaze from the kids, to the shelves and to billing. His focus was on billing and delivering the right items to the right customers and he was not paying much attention to these boys.

The smaller boy came close to the shop, put his hand in the hybrid black grapes basket, took some grapes, put it in his mouth and took his hand back; throughout looking at the shopkeeper.

I was looking at the boy, and he knew I was looking as he looked right back, meeting my eyes. I was angry at what he did and it was visible on my face.

He took few moments and repeated his act. We looked at each other again. This time, he was more confident, almost as if asking, I dare you to tell the shop keeper. I did not. I was furious because I had thought me watching him steal would have made him self-conscious and that would be enough to stop him. But it was not and I could not digest my failure.
He looked at me as if to ask, do you think I care if you tell the shopkeeper. I wanted to tell the shopkeeper but I did not. I was afraid because I also saw aggression in him as if to say, see what I will do to you if you tell him. I was holding my child and I feared for our safety.

My partner had finished his business and we walked back home. I happily distracted myself with some other thoughts. My child engaged with me in some conversation and I was relieved to be away from the boy.

Next morning, again the three of us were out and I was reminded of this boy. Why was this boy taking grapes that he did not buy? Why didn’t he have enough pride to say what is not mine, is not mine, that his significance won’t depend on whether he ate those grapes or not, I thought.
He knew what he was doing was not right, otherwise, he would not have done it when the shop keeper was looking away.
Why does his family not buy grapes? We have had poverty eradication measures since independence, still, here is a boy, unable to afford the fancy grapes.
Why do we have such temptations, why are these fruits so expensive?

I thought about value systems, politics, education policies, societal conditions and everything else that is part of the big picture. To fix a problem such as this, the whole country has to be fixed, I thought.

My partner pointed out that even we take fruits that we don’t necessarily buy. But my defense was, we go there with an intention to buy and we buy something. And somehow, when we buy something, taking a sample of something else did not seem wrong.

That evening, while lying on the bed, I thought about the boy again and I wondered;

Why didn’t I think of buying him some grapes? Ask him whether he liked them, whether he was hungry and buy him grapes or anything else he wanted?
I could afford those grapes (even though I think they are expensive and a waste of money, instead, we should buy local ones). If I had offered him, would it have made a difference?

Beneath the layers of fear, judgment and pseudo social activism, do I have a heart that really cares? How much do I have to navigate within my mind to do something?
As it was all thinking and no action.

Sowmyashree Gonibeedu

Saturday, June 29, 2019

Wounds of Childhood - Part 2

Part 2

http://varthabharati.erelego.com/viewpage.php?edn=Sunday+Magazine&date=2019-06-30&edid=VARTABARTI_SUN&pn=4&fbclid=IwAR1m6ecXBMINDUfrfQ-0OxZDBHW395mnRT_BaBCfh-h8xwKwQxmBn5RzhDQ#Page/4/Article/VARTABARTI_SUN_20190630_4_3/320px/174F41C

Wounds of Childhood - Part 1

I am thrilled to share with you my article published in Varthabharati news paper.

Kimari is a child sexual abuse survivor. Now, a 35-year-old woman, when she looks back at her life, she wonders why she was abused. She knows that nothing she did was/could be the reason for it. She believes her situation made her an easy prey, made her susceptible to abuse. She has narrated her childhood and early adulthood incidents to connect the dots, to find reasons. She thinks along with the abuse; the inability to understand what was going on, the inability to share it and the complicated situation she was in, made it hard for her to deal with it, recover from it and rehabilitate. She believes her struggles are worth if any child in her situation or any parent who thinks like her parents can get benefited by reading her story.

She wishes that her writing reaches as many people as possible.

I have narrated her story in Kannada and it is being published in Varthabharati news paper. Here is a link for all Kannada readers:

http://varthabharati.erelego.com/viewpage.php?edn=Sunday+Magazine&date=2019-06-23&edid=VARTABARTI_SUN&pn=4&fbclid=IwAR24hsKjygoX9Vza1uCKC9PCDBzgc6CNvl0f3AGYBvSWYsVQX0yo6y7JMo4#Page/4/Article/VARTABARTI_SUN_20190623_4_3/320px/16C4ADB

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Death and Life


Death and Life

“Egg and sperm meet and life is formed”; it is not an accurate statement, because, life is always not formed. Egg and sperm meet and form a cell and it starts to multiply. Only when it forms a beating heart, life is formed. There are times when even though cells multiply, there isn’t a heartbeat. That won’t be called a zygote, it won’t be celebrated; instead it is considered a loss, a lifeless mass, and it is removed from its mother’s uterus. So, is there something else along with egg and sperm that make a baby? If there is, what is that something?

Medical science has made such advances that our expectations have increased. 100 years ago, a preterm baby in breach position with umbilical cord around his neck may not have survived. There is a chance that the mother may not have survived that delivery either. This incident would have been accepted as reality. There would have been a period of mourning, sadness but people would have moved on. The “why” question would have been answered with “God’s will” or “karma” or “fate” or something to that account and mostly that would have been enough. Today, it is not the case.
Today, babies are delivered at 5 months gestation, delivery is postponed, and 500 grams babies are kept alive and taken care off. Today, death can be postponed, can be averted and can be played with.

But even today, death is ultimate, and that reality has not changed. A person, walks into a hospital for a checkup and comes back home in an icebox. A functioning body, with ailing liver and kidneys, gives up beating, breathing and is considered dead. Medical science fails to restore the functionality of these body parts and gives into the pressure of death. Even with oxygen support, lungs fail to take in the needed oxygen. Even with dialysis, toxins are left out in the body. Even on ventilator enough oxygen fails to reach the brain. Even with bold transfusion hemoglobin and platelet count does not stabilize. Medication does not help a failing liver. Efforts put by the medical science fraternity are not considered enough and there are no answers to the question “why”.

I lost someone close to me. He was a father figure to me. He was a loving, caring, kind person, knowledgeable man, a humble human being, a loving father, a friend, and an amazing human being. Whatever he was, everything went away with his death. His sense of humor, intelligence, empathy and wisdom vanished the minute his heart stopped beating. His body was kept in an icebox, it was kept intact, but his beating heart, his active brain, and all that that made him “him”, was gone. Where did it go? I don’t know how to react to devastation like this.

Medical science cannot reverse death. Sometimes, they cannot even postpone it. At times do they advance death, I wonder. He walked into a hospital for check up. He was admitted, was taken care of for 10 days but he passed away. I would have considered that the efforts paid off if he had lived. How do I account for his death? In the game of life and death, effort does not count, right? Did the doctors do all that they could; I wonder if anyone can ever be sure of that.

I wonder what happened when his heart stopped, when his brain went to pre coma stage. The element that makes a heart beat from a mass of cells went away from his body is it? Is that what the spirituals call as “atman”? If yes, where did it go, if no, what happened then?

The question of birth and death has existed forever and it continues to puzzle us. Is there a definitive answer? If there is, what is it?


Sunday, April 15, 2018

ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ - Women are not humans

ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ
ಯೋನಿಯೊಂದಿಗೆ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ ಒಂದೇ ಕಾರಣಕ್ಕೆ
ಬದುಕು ಪಂಜರವಾಗಿ
ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರವೇ ಹಾಡಾಗಿ
ದಿನಾ ಸಾಯುವ ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ

ಮನೆಯ ಗೌರವ, ಜಾತಿಯ ಗೌರವ
ಹೆಚ್ಚಾದರೆ ಹಳ್ಳಿ, ತಾಲ್ಲೂಕು, ಜಿಲ್ಲೆಯದ್ದೂ
ಎಲ್ಲ ಗೌರವವ ಅವಳ ಯೋನಿಯಲಿಟ್ಟು
ಹೆದರುತ್ತಲೇ ಓಡಾಡಬೇಕಾಗಿರುವ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ

ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಪ್ರ‍ಾಣಿಯೂ ಅಲ್ಲ
ಕುರಿ, ಕೋಳಿ ಕಡಿಯುವಾಗ
ಅದರ ಲಿಂಗ ನೋಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ
ಯೋನಿಗೆ ಕಬ್ಬಿಣ ತುರುಕುವುದಿಲ್ಲ
ದಿನಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಬಂಧಿಸಿ ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರ ಮಾಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ
ಹಸುವಿನ ಮಾತಂತೂ ಬಿಟ್ಟೇಬಿಡಿ
ಕೊಂದರೆ ಸಾವು ಕಾದಿದ್ದೇ
ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ, ಕೊಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೂ
"ಗೋ ರಕ್ಷಣೆ"ಯಿದೆ, ಸ್ತ್ರೀಗಿಲ್ಲ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ

ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮರ, ಗಿಡವೂ ಅಲ್ಲ
ಕಾಡು ಕಡಿದರೆ ಜೈಲು
ಲಿಂಗ ತಾರತಮ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ
ಗ್ಲೊಬಲ್ ವಾರ್ಮಿಂಗ್
ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿರುವ ಸತ್ಯ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ
ಪ್ರಾಣಿಯೂ, ಮರ ಗಿಡವೂ ಅಲ್ಲ

ಗಂಡಿನ ಶಿಶ್ನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆದರುತ್ತಾ
ಯೋನಿಯ ಇರುವಿಕೆಗೆ ಬೆದರುತ್ತಾ
ಹುಟ್ಟಿನಿಂದ ಸಾಯುವವರೆಗೆ
ತನ್ನ ಇರುವನ್ನೇ ಮುಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟು ಬದುಕುತ್ತಾ
ಸುಲಭಕ್ಕೆ "ಮರ್ಯಾದೆ" ತೆಗೆಯಬಹುದಾದ
ಸುಲಭಕ್ಕೆ ಸಾಯಬಹುದಾದ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ

ಅವಳು ವಸ್ತುವಾ? ಆಯುಧವಾ? ಅಥವಾ ಏನೂ ಅಲ್ಲವಾ?

ಹೆಣ್ಣನ್ನು ಈ ಮಟ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಇಳಿಸಿರುವ
ಮತ್ತೆಲ್ಲರೂ, ಈ ಸಮಾಜಕೂಡ
ಮನುಷ್ಯರದಲ್ಲ
ಅದ್ಯಾರದ್ದೋ, ನನಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ

ಭಾಶೇ

Women, not human
Cursed with a vagina
Life is prison
Abuse, our song
Crushed everyday to death
Women are not humans

Respect of the family, caste,
At times, village, taluk, districts too
Is hidden in our vaginas
We walk with fear
Women are not humans

Women are not animals either
Before you butcher a chicken or goat
Gender is not looked at
No iron rod is inserted into the vagina
Neither are they raped everyday
Forget about cows
Death is imminent if you kill one
At times even if you don’t
Cows are protected, women are not
Women are not humans

Women are not plants and trees either
Permits and jail, process involved
No gender to look at
Global warming
Inevitable truth
Women are not humans
Not animals, not plants or trees

Terrified of a man’s penis
Terrified of having a vagina
Hiding her existence
From birth to death
Loses “respect” easily
Loses life easily
Women are not humans

Is she an object? A weapon? Or “nothing”?

The society and everyone else who
Have brought women to this level
Are also not humans
I don’t know what they are!

BhaShe

Sunday, March 4, 2018

I want to fix my country for the next generation

There was a time when I was in my own bubble and did not care about the world. I did my work, got paid, paid my taxes and that is all that mattered. I had money in my account and I was happy.
Today, I am a freelancer, taking a break, not working full time or earning like I used to, but I am aware of some of what is happening around me and I am bothered. I am frustrated, angry and concerned. And I do not want to keep quiet about it.

There was a time when our politicians looted our country. They have taken away crores and crores of tax payers’ money and we have done nothing about it. Black money, white money, foreign currency, gold, in many forms they have stored all our resources away in their lockers and we have done nothing about it. Scandal after scandal we Indians and the country has been looted and we have done nothing about it.

Now, it looks like the time for corporate giants to do so. Vijay Mallya, Nirav Modi, - I don’t know how big this list will go - are looting our country, our banks. Though, I do not have a clear understanding of how tax payers will be affected by this loot, I don’t find anyone else but tax payers who have to bear the burden.
Why is this happening in my country, why? And why are we keeping quiet about it? And more importantly do we know what we can do and what we should do? How do we work towards fixing this? How to get the money back and restoring some form of justice? I don’t know. This is one side to the problem.

The other side is, not letting such cases happen in the future. How do we do that? The other day, in a conversation with my father in law, he mentioned something about the loss of sense of pride. I understand it better today, looking at the number of people who have sold their souls for money. If we were to have a culture of pride in self, maybe we could turn out to be incorruptible?

This brings me to my idea of a sense of equality. Whether I am rich or not, educated or not, well to do or not, employed or not, if I have a sense of equality that I do not consider myself above or below anyone for whatever they may or may not have, then too, I can be incorruptible, right?

I believe in the idea of making money, creating jobs, growing economy and all that along with saving the environment and not exploiting any form of resources. I believe in working hard and not copying, growing and not pulling someone down, and being hopeful and not a cynic. I believe in the idea of having a sense of equality and the desire to work my way up the ladder the right way. Having a sense of pride whether I go up or not, whether I achieve what I aimed for or not. I believe in the idea of having a sense of contentment, using the term “enough” in life and applying it more often than not. I believe in having a sense of purpose that is bigger than self and bigger than my personal gain. I believe in feeling part of community and therefore having an identity that is not just me. I believe these could lead to a generation of solid and incorruptible souls.

I want to fix my country today, right now! I feel the need, I feel the urgency and I feel the desire. I want to leave a better society for the coming generations. I want the next generation to inherit a just, caring and trust worthy society which looks after everyone. I want to leave behind a society, a world with no corruption, no hate and no bitterness. I hope for a society with a sense of hope, trust, a sense of community with full of souls who are incorruptible.

Am I dreaming for something impossible? Please say “no”. I want to believe this is possible and I can work towards making this happen.

A concerned citizen.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

ಪರ್ವತದಲ್ಲಿ ಪವಾಡ - ಪುಸ್ತಕ ವಿಮರ್ಶೆ

ಸಂಯುಕ್ತಾ ಪುಲಿಗಲ್ ರ ಪರ್ವತದಲ್ಲಿ ಪವಾಡ ಓದಿ ಕೆಳಗಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ನೆನ್ನೆಗೆ ಮುಗಿಯಿತು. ಇಂದು ಏನೋ ಖಾಲಿತನ. ಎರೆಡು ದಿನ ಎಡೆಬಿಡದೆ, ಬಿಡುವಾದಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲಾ ಓದಿದರ ಪರಿಣಾಮ.

ಆಂಡೀಸ್ ಶ್ರ‍ೇಣಿಯ ಮೌನಕ್ಕೆ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಹಾತೊರೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಅವರು ಬದುಕಿರದಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಬರೆಯುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ, ಹಾಗಾಗಿ, ನ್ಯಾಂಡೋ ಬದುಕಿದರು ಎಂದು ಗೊತ್ತಿದ್ದರೂ, ಹೇಗೆ ಎಂದರಿಯುವ ಕುತೂಹಲದಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟೂ ಬಿಡದೆ ಓದಿಸಿದ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಈಗ ಕೈಬಿಟ್ಟು ಮೇಜು ಸೇರಿದೆ. ಮನಸು ಖಾಲಿ ಖಾಲಿ.

ತಾನು ಓದಲು ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಕೈಬಿಡಲಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂದಳು ಸಂ. ಪು. ಹಾಗೇ ಭಟ್ಟಿ ಇಳಿಸಿದ್ದಾಳೆ ಕನ್ನಡಕ್ಕೆ. ಅದು ಹೇಗೆ ಅನುವಾದಿಸಿದಳೂ, ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ!

ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಗಟ್ಟಿ ಹಿಡಿತ ಹೊಂದಿದೆ. ಕಡೆಯವರೆಗೂ ಒಂದೂ ಶಬ್ದವನ್ನು, ಅನುಚಿತವಾಗಿ, ಅನಾವಶ್ಯಕವಾಗಿ ಬರೆಯಲಾಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಗಟ್ಟಿಯಾದ ಕಥೆ, ಬೇಸರಕ್ಕೆ ಆಸ್ಪದ ಕೊಡದೆ ಓದಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗುತ್ತದೆ.

ಅನುವಾದ, ಒಂದು ಭಾಷೆಗೆ ಹೊಚ್ಚ ಹೊಸ ಯೋಚನೆಗಳನ್ನು ತರುವ ಸಾಧನ. ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾರದರೂ ಆಂಡೀಸ್ ಪರ್ವತಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗುವ ಸಾಧ್ಯತೆ, ಬಹಳ ಕಡಿಮೆ. ಹಾಗಂತ ಆ ಅನುಭವವನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಓದಲಾಗದು/ಓದಬಾರದು ಎಂತೇನೂ ಇಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ?

ಅನುವಾದ ಹಾಗೆಯೇ, ಬರೆಯುವ ವಿಧಾನ, ಭಾಷೆಯ ಬಳಕೆ, ಉಪಯೋಗಕ್ಕೂ ನವೀನತೆಯನ್ನು ತರುತ್ತದೆ. ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬರೆಯುವ, ಭಾವನೆಗಳನ್ನು ಬಳಸುವ ರೀತಿ ಭಾಷ್ಯಾನುಸಾರ ಬದಲಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಅನುವಾದ, ಈ ಹೊಸ ರೀತಿಗಳನ್ನು ಅರಿಯಲು ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡುತ್ತದೆ.

ಕನ್ನಡಕ್ಕೆ ಬಂದಿರುವ ನ್ಯಾಂಡೋರವರ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಅವರ ಸಾಹಸ, ಬದುಕು ಸಾವಿನ ನಡುವಿನ ಹೋರಾಟ ಮತ್ತು ಛಲವನ್ನಷ್ಟೇ ಅಲ್ಲದೆ, ಅವರ ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಹರಿವು, ಭಾಷೆಯನ್ನು ಬಳಸುವ ವಿಧಾನ, ಮತ್ತು ಯೋಚನಾಲಹರಿಯನ್ನೂ ಅರಿಯಲು ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡುತ್ತದೆ. ಅನುವಾದದ ಉದ್ದೇಶವನ್ನು ಅನುವಾದಕರ ದೃಷ್ಟಿ ಮಾತ್ರ ನಿರ್ಧರಿಸಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ. ಓದುಗರಿಗೆ ಆ ಸವಿಯನ್ನು ಸವಿಯಲು ಮಾತ್ರ ಅವಕಾಶ.

ಉತ್ತಮ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಕನ್ನಡಕ್ಕೆ ತಂದಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ, ಗೆಳತಿ ಸಂಯುಕ್ತಾಳಿಗೆ ಅಭಿನಂದನೆಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು.

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