Saturday, August 12, 2017

Penance

I deserve
So, you forgive

It slipped my hand
I broke your heart
I now understand
What I’ve hurt
I see my deeds
My heart is shrunk
I beg, I plead
Wash my stink

I know, I know, I know
The pain is hard to let go
But please know, know, know
I won’t ever let you go
I love you, love you, love you
From the bottom of my heart
No matter what you do
Our life wont tear apart
I will wait and wait and wait
For you to take me as I am
It’s in my fate and my fate
I know that day isn’t far

My mistake
Being careless
That doesn’t make
Me reckless
I was wrong
I acknowledge
Pain was long
But now I pledge

I know, I know, I know
The pain is hard to let go
But please know, know, know
I won’t ever let you go
I love you, love you, love you
From the bottom of my heart
No matter what you do
Our life wont tear apart
I will wait and wait and wait
For you to take me as I am
It’s in my fate and my fate
I know that day isn’t far

I will be careful
Won’t cause hurt
More thankful
Forget the dirt
Don’t I deserve
One more chance
So you forgive
My time to penance

BhaShe

Friday, April 28, 2017

ಮುಗಿಯದ ಮಾತು

ಭೇಟಿ, ಒಳತೋಟಿ ತೆರೆದು
ಗುಡ್ಡೆ ಹಾಕಿದ್ದ ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಹರಡಿ
ಎಷ್ಟು ಹೇಳಿದರೂ ಮುಗಿಯದೆ
ಮುಂದಿನ ಭೇಟಿಗಷ್ಟು ಉಳಿಸಿ
ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು

ತೀರ ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯವಾದರೊಂದು ದೂರವಾಣಿ ಕರೆ
ಅಷ್ಟು ಮಾತು, ಮತ್ತೆ ತೆರೆ
ಹೇಳದೆ ಉಳಿದ ಮಾತುಗಳಿದ್ದವು
ಅದಕಷ್ಟು ಬೆಲೆಯಿತ್ತು
ಮಾತು ಉಳಿದರೂ ಮಾತು ಮುಗಿಯುತ್ತಿತ್ತು

ಚಾಟ್ ರೂಮಿನ ಬಾಗಿಲ ಹಿಂದೆ
ಬೇರೆಯದೇ ವಿಶ್ವ ತೆರೆದರೂ
ಅದಕೂ ಇತಿ ಮಿತಿ ಇತ್ತು
ಬಾಗಿಲಾಚೆ ಬೇರೆ ಲೋಕವಿತ್ತು
ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು

ಅಂತರ್ಜಾಲ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹಿಡಿದು
ಸಮಯ, ದೂರಗಳ ಎಲ್ಲೆ ಮೀರಿ
ಬೇಕು ಬೇಡದವರೆಲ್ಲಾ ಬದುಕಿಗಿಣಕುವಾಗ
ಸಂಬಂದಗಳ ಗೆರೆ ಮಸುಕಾದಾಗ
ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುವುದಿಲ್ಲ

ಇಂದು ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುವುದಿಲ್ಲ
ಎರೆಡರ ಮಧ್ಯರಾತ್ರಿಯಲಿ ಗಿಣಿಗುಟ್ಟುವ ಫೋನು
ವಾಟ್ಸಾಪು, ಫೇಸ್ಬುಕ್ಕಿನಲಿ ಬರುವ ಮಾತು
ದಿನ, ವಾರ, ವರ್ಷಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಆಡಿದರೂ
ಇಂದು ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುವುದಿಲ್ಲ

ಭಾಶೇ

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Unasked Apology

He didn’t apologize
I HAVE to forgive

Walked on my broken heart
Did it pierce his feet?
Shattering sounds of my dreams
Broke his ear drums?

I know my suffering
He moved on without trying?
Something inside still hurts
Is he married, does he flirts?

Does he know my feelings?
Am I still a weakling?
Pull myself together
Realize, he doesn’t bother!

He won’t ever say sorry
And why is that my worry?
Whom and what to forgive!
Will my efforts ever be effective?

BhaShe

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Tr(i)ump(h)

“Build a wall”, he said
I tried
To save my heart from thunder and storms
To hide the source of light in my eyes from getting robbed
To revive the fountain of my feelings, not let it run dry
To lick my wounds in safety
I tried to build a wall

“Lock her up”, he said
I tried
Locking her up in a corner of my mind, my heart
So I know she is there
To figure
So I can know what is happening
To plan
“Keep your friends close, enemies closer”,

“Drain the swamp” he said
I tried
I brush, wash my mouth and scrub my tongue
I write to rid myself off the bitter taste
I pack suitcases of memories
Call them “luggage”
Try and throw at these dump yards:
Therapy, counselor, paint, clay, talk, hypnotize, dance
Drain the swamp in my mind

BhaShe

Disclaimer:
I don’t support the man who said these
I just picked the lines
Stitched it to my poem

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Looking through the wrong side

Looking through the wrong side

I acquired binoculars
To sort my issues
It wasn’t helpful
I looked through the wrong side

Problems were bigger
Solutions farther
Caused damage to hope
Distress and pain

I put them down
Took a break
Walked around
Gave a thorough look

Picked it again
The right way
When I looked through
Oh! What a view!

Smaller problems
Closer solutions
Life seemed easy
When my view is right

BhaShe

Friday, February 3, 2017

To be there

When I offer to share
But you are not there
Then the moment is gone

Then my story was new
But pink turned to blue
Feelings can’t be undone

Its choices we make
Split second it takes
Leads to pain or fun

But the choices we make
A life long it takes
To know what’s to be done

I open my heart
Wanna give you a part
My way to connect

If you keep it at bay
And ask me to stay
It has its effect

When I call out for you
Tell you I need you
It’s a moment of truth

If you don’t want to be
Then tell me so please
I can’t take your ruth

I want to share
Coz I think you care
Isn’t it true?

If I have to wait
And that’s your trait
Then it’s not cool!

When I offer to share
But you are not there
Then the moment is gone

When I offer to share
But you are not there
Then the moment is gone

BhsShe

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change brings to India Workshops in Theatre for Living by David Diamond


(Scroll down for English Version)

ಸೆಂಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಕಮ್ಯುನಿಟಿ ಡೈಲಾಗ್ ಅಂಡ್ ಚೇಂಜ್ (CCDC)
ಎ 6, ಗ್ರಾಸ್ಮಿಯರ್ ಅಪಾರ್ಟ್ಮೆಂಟ್ಸ್,
ಒಸ್ಬೊರ್ನ್ ರೋಡ್, ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು
ದೂರವಾಣಿ: 080 23692168 
contact@ccdc.in 

ಸೆಂಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಕಮ್ಯುನಿಟಿ ಡೈಲಾಗ್ ಅಂಡ್ ಚೇಂಜ್ ಭಾರತದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೊದಲಬಾರಿಗೆ ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡರ "ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್" ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರವನ್ನು ಆಯೋಜಿಸಿದೆ.

ಸೆಂಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಕಮ್ಯುನಿಟಿ ಡೈಲಾಗ್ ಅಂಡ್ ಚೇಂಜ್ ಈ ಹೊಸವರ್ಷವನ್ನು ಅಂತಾರಾಷ್ಟ್ರೀಯ ಪ್ರಶಂಸೆಗೆ ಒಳಗಾಗಿರುವ ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ಮತ್ತು ಅವರ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ ಅನ್ನು ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ತರುವ ಮೂಲಕ ಆಚರಿಸುತ್ತಿದೆ. 2014ರಲ್ಲಿ ಅತ್ಯಂತ ಯಶಸ್ವಿಯಾಗಿ ರಾಷ್ಟ್ರೀಯ ಮಟ್ಟದಲ್ಲಿ "ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್" (TO) ಸಮ್ಮೇಳನ "ಡೈವರ್ಸಿಟಿ ಡೈಲಾಗ್" ಆಯೋಜಿಸಿದ ನಂತರ, CCDC, ಜನವರಿ 2 ರಿಂದ ಜನವರಿ 17, 2017 ರ ವರೆಗೆ ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡರ ಮೂರು ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರಗಳನ್ನು ಎದುರುನೋಡುತ್ತಿದೆ.

ಸೆಂಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಕಮ್ಯುನಿಟಿ ಡೈಲಾಗ್ ಅಂಡ್ ಚೇಂಜ್
CCDC ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ಥಾಪಿತವಾದ ಸಂಸ್ಥೆಯಾಗಿದ್ದು ಅದು "ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್" ಅನ್ನು ಪ್ರಚಾರಗೊಳಿಸುತ್ತಿದೆ. ವೈಯಕ್ತಿಕ ಮತ್ತು ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗಾಗಿ ಒಂದು ಸೃಜನಾತ್ಮಕ ಸಾಧನವಾಗಿ ಪ್ರಪಂಚದಾದ್ಯಂತ ಬಳಸಲಾಗುತ್ತಿರುವ "ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್", ಬ್ರೆಜಿಲಿಯನ್ ರಂಗಭೂಮಿ ನಿರ್ದೇಶಕ ಆಗಸ್ಟೊ ಬೊಆಲ್ ರವರಿಂದ ರಚಿಸಲ್ಪಟ್ಟಿದೆ. ಪೌಲೊ ಪ್ರೈಯರಿಯವರ "ಪೆಡಗೊಜಿ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್" ಪುಸ್ತಕದಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಕಲ್ಪನೆಗಳಿಂದ ಪ್ರೇರೇಪಿತಗೊಂಡ ರಂಗಭೂಮಿಯ ಆಟಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಚಟುವಟಿಕೆಗಳ ಗುಂಪು ಇದಾಗಿದೆ. TO ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರಗಳು ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಸಮುದಾಯಗಳು ತಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಮತ್ತು ಇತರರನ್ನು ರೂಪಾಂತರಗೊಳಿಸಲು ತಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಇರುವ ಸಾಮರ್ಥ್ಯವನ್ನು ಕಂಡುಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಬರಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾಗುವ ಜಾಗವನ್ನು ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.

ನೀವು www.ccdc.in. ನಲ್ಲಿ CCDC ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಓದಬಹುದು.

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ಮತ್ತು ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್, ವ್ಯಾಂಕುವಾರ್ ನ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ (TfL) (ಹಿಂದೆ ಹೆಡ್ಲೈನ್ಸ್ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್), ನ ಸಂಸ್ಥಾಪಕ ಮತ್ತು ಕಲಾತ್ಮಕ ನಿರ್ದೇಶಕರಾಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ರಂಗಭೂಮಿಯನ್ನು ಬಳಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಸಮುದಾಯಗಳು ತಮ್ಮ ಕಥೆಗಳನ್ನು ಹೇಳಲು ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ (TfL) ಸಹಾಯಮಾಡುತ್ತದೆ. TfL ಆಗಸ್ಟೊ ಬೊಆಲ್ ರ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್ ಇಂದ ವಿಕಾಸಗೊಂಡಿದೆ. "ಪೀಡಕ / ತುಳಿತಕ್ಕೊಳಗಾದವರು" ಎಂಬ ಬೈನರಿ / ದ್ವಿಮುಖ ಭಾಷೆಯಿಂದ ದೂರಹೋಗಿ ಇದು ಕಲಾತ್ಮಕ ಅಭಿವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಗಳಿಗೆ ತಡೆ ಹಾಕಿದಾಗ ಉಂಟಾಗುವ ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಅನಾರೋಗ್ಯವನ್ನು ನಿವಾರಿಸಲು ಅವಕಾಶ ಒದಗಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.

ನಾವು ನಮ್ಮ ದೈನಂದಿನ ಶಬ್ದಕೋಶವನ್ನು ಸಾಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಕ ಅಭಿವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಯ ಭಾಗವಾಗಿ ಪುನಃ ಬಳಸಲಾರಂಬಿಸಿದರೆ - ನಾವು ನಮ್ಮ ಸಾಮೂಹಿಕ ಕಥೆಗಳು ಹೇಳಲು ಬಳಸುವ ಒಂದು ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಭಾಷೆ - ನಾವು ವೈಯಕ್ತಿಕ ಮತ್ತು ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಸಮತೋಲನದತ್ತ ಮುಂದುವರೆದಂತೆ.

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಮೂಲನಿವಾಸಿಗಳು, ನಿರಾಶ್ರಿತರು, ಮಹಿಳಾ ಗುಂಪುಗಳು, ಪರಿಸರವಾದಿಗಳು, ರಸ್ತೆಯ ಯುವಜನ, ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ವೃತ್ತಿಗಾರರು ಮತ್ತು ನಿರಾಶ್ರಿತರು ಸೇರಿದಂತೆ ವಿಶ್ವದಾದ್ಯಂತ ಹಲವಾರು ಗುಂಪುಗಳ ಜೊತೆ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ.
ಅವರು ಕೆನಡಾ, USA ಮತ್ತು ಯುರೋಪ್, ನಮೀಬಿಯಾ, ನ್ಯೂಜಿಲ್ಯಾಂಡ್, ಆಸ್ಟ್ರೇಲಿಯಾ, ಬ್ರೆಜಿಲ್, ರುವಾಂಡಾ, ಪ್ಯಾಲೆಸ್ಟೈನ್ ಮತ್ತು ಸಿಂಗಾಪುರಗಳ ಉದ್ದಕ್ಕೂ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ, ಮತ್ತು ನೇರ, ಪರಸ್ಪರ ವೇದಿಕೆ, ದೂರದರ್ಶನ ಮತ್ತು ವೆಬ್ ಪ್ರಸಾರದ ಅಭಿವೃದ್ಧಿ ಪಡಿಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಸಿಟಿ ವ್ಯಾಂಕೋವರ್ ಸಾಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಕ ಹಾರ್ಮನಿ ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿ, ಜೆಸ್ಸಿ ರಿಚರ್ಡ್ಸನ್ ರವರ ಇನ್ನೊವೇಷನ್ ಇನ್ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿ, ಫ಼್ರೇಸರ್ ವ್ಯಾಲಿ ವಿಶ್ವವಿದ್ಯಾಲಯದಿಂದ ಗೌರವ ಡಾಕ್ಟರೇಟ್, ಮತ್ತು ರಾಜಕೀಯ ರಂಗಕಲೆಗೆ ಒಟ್ಟೊ ರೆನೆ ಕ್ಯಾಸ್ಟಿಲ್ಲೊ ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿ ಸೇರಿದಂತೆ ಹಲವಾರು ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿಗಳನ್ನು ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಆಸ್ಟ್ರಿಯಾದ ಯೂನಿವರ್ಸಿಟಿ ಆಫ್ ಇನ್ಸ್ಬ್ರಕ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಯುನೆಸ್ಕೋ ದ ಶಾಂತಿ ಅಧ್ಯಯನಗಳ ಸ್ನಾತಕೋತ್ತರ ಕಲಾ ವಿಭಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ ಶಾಂತಿ, ಅಭಿವೃದ್ಧಿ, ಭದ್ರತೆ ಮತ್ತು ಅಂತರರಾಷ್ಟ್ರೀಯ ಕಾನ್ಫ್ಲಿಕ್ಟ್ ಟ್ರ್ಯಾನ್ಸ್ಫರ್ಮೇಷನ್ ಭೋದಿಸುವ ಅತಿಥಿ ಪ್ರಾಧ್ಯಾಪಕರಾಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಆಲ್ಬರ್ಟಾ ವಿಶ್ವವಿದ್ಯಾನಿಲಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೆಡಿಸಿನ್ ಮತ್ತು ಡೆಂಟಿಸ್ಟ್ರಿ ಯ ವಿಭಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂಡ ಅಥಿತಿ ರಂಗನಿರ್ದೇಶಕರಾಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

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ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ (TfL) ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರ
CCDC ಮತ್ತು ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ಜನವರಿ 2 ಮತ್ತು ಜನವರಿ 17, 2017 ರ ನಡುವೆ ಒಟ್ಟು 15 ದಿನಗಳ ಮೂರು ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮಗಳನ್ನು ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ನಡೆಸಿಕೊಡಲಿದ್ದಾರೆ:

Ø TfL ಒದಗಿಸುವ ತರಬೇತುದಾರ ತರಬೇತಿ, ಜನವರಿ 2 ರಿಂದ ಜನವರಿ 7, 2017: ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ವಾರಾವಧಿಯ ತರಬೇತಿ. 30 ಭಾರತೀಯ ಹಾಗೂ ವಿದೇಶೀ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಗಳು ಭಾಗವಹಿಸಲಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

Ø 2 ಡಿಗ್ರೀಯ ಭಯ ಮತ್ತು ಬಯಕೆ, ಜನವರಿ 10, 2017: ಕಾಪ್ ಇನ್ ದ ಹೆಡ್ ತಂತ್ರ ಬಳಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಜಾಗತಿಕ ತಾಪಮಾನ ಏರಿಕೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ 1 ದಿನದ ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರ.

Ø ಅಂಡರ್ ದಿ ಸ್ಪಾಟ್ಲೈಟ್ - ಮಾನಸಿಕ ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ರಂಗಭೂಮಿ ಆಧಾರಿತ ಪರಿಶೋಧನೆ, ಜನವರಿ 12-17: ಡಾ ಆರ್.ಎನ್. ಮೂರ್ತಿ ಫೌಂಡೇಶನ್ NIMHANSನ ಬೆಂಬಲದೊಂದಿಗೆ NIMHANSನ ಕ್ಲಿನಿಕಲ್ ಸೈಕಾಲಜಿ ಇಲಾಖೆ ಜೊತೆ CCDC ಸಹ ಆಯೋಜಿಸಲಾಗಿದೆ. ಈ ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರದಲ್ಲಿ ಆಮಂತ್ರಣದ ಮೂಲಕ ಮಾತ್ರ ಭಾಗವಹಿಸಬಹುದು. 6 ದಿನದ ಈ ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರ ಜನವರಿ 17, 2017 ರಂದು ಒಂದು ಸಂವಾದಾತ್ಮಕ ಸಾರ್ವಜನಿಕ ಫೋರಮ್ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನದೊಂದಿಗೆ ಕೊನೆಗೊಳ್ಳಲಿದೆ. ಈ ಫೋರಮ್ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನಕ್ಕೆ ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಆಹ್ವಾನವಿದೆ.

ನೋಂದಣಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ವಿವರಗಳಿಗಾಗಿ ದಯವಿಟ್ಟು ಲಾಗ್ ಆನ್ ಮಾಡಿ http://www.ccdc.in/theatre-for-living-workshops

"ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ ನ ಭಾಷೆ, ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನ ಜನರು ಮತ್ತು ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯನ್ನು ಭೇಟಿಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಆಗಬಹುದಾದ ರೂಪಾಂತರಕ್ಕೆ" ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ಎದುರುನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾರೆ. "ಪರಿವರ್ತನೆಯ ಸಂಭಾಷಣೆ ಉತ್ತೇಜಿಸುವ ಯಾವ ರೀತಿಯ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳನ್ನು ನಾವು ಒಂದು ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಕೇಳಬಹುದು? "

CCDC ಸ್ಥಾಪಕ ಟ್ರಸ್ಟಿ ರಾಧಾ ರಾಮಸ್ವಾಮಿ ಹೇಳುತ್ತಾರೆ, "ಮುಂದಿನ 15 ದಿನಗಳು ವಿಶಿಷ್ಟವಾದ ಕಲಿಕೆಯ ಅವಕಾಶವಾಗಿದೆ. ಭಾರತ ಹಾಗೂ ವಿದೇಶದ 30 ಜನರು ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ರಿಂದಲೇ TfLನ ಭಾಷೆ ಕಲಿಯಲಿದ್ದಾರೆ. CCDC ಮಾನಸಿಕ ಆರೋಗ್ಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಅರ್ಥಪೂರ್ಣ ಸಂಭಾಷಣೆ ನಡೆಸುವ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಹಾಗಾಗಿ ಅದು TfL ಈ ಕ್ರಿಯೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಗೆ ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡಬಹುದು ಎಂದು ಕಲಿಯಲು ಕಾತುರವಾಗಿದೆ.

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change
A 6, Grasmere Apartments,
Osborne Road, Bangalore 560042
India
Tel: 080 23692168
contact@ccdc.in

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change brings to India
Workshops in Theatre for Living by David Diamond.

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change (CCDC), Bangalore, ushers in the New Year with yet another powerful theatre extravaganza, bringing the internationally acclaimed theatre facilitator David Diamond and his Theatre for Living to Bangalore. After hosting a highly successful national level Theatre of the Oppressed conference, Diversity Dialogues, in 2014, CCDC is back with a set of three workshops facilitated by David Diamond, from January 2 to January 17, 2017.

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change

CCDC is a Bangalore,India based organization promoting Theatre of the Oppressed. Used the world over as a creative tool for personal and social transformation, Theatre of the Oppressed was created by Brazilian theatre director Augusto Boal. It is a set of theatre games and exercises inspired by the ideas of the educationist, Paulo Freire, as articulated in his book, Pedagogy of the Oppressed. TO workshops create a space where individuals and communities come together to realise their potential to transform themselves and others.

You can read more about CCDC at www.ccdc.in

David Diamond and Theatre for Living

David Diamond is the founder and artistic director of Vancouver's Theatre for Living (formerly Headlines Theatre), which uses theatre to help communities tell their stories. Theatre for Living (Tfl) has evolved from Augusto Boal's Theatre of the Oppressed - moving away from the binary language and model of "oppressor/oppressed", it approaches community-based cultural work from a systems-based perspective. If we can reclaim cultural expression as part of our everyday vocabulary – a common language that we use to tell our own collective stories – we are one step closer to being balanced as individuals and as communities.

David has worked with many groups around the world including First Nations, refugees, women's groups, environmentalists, street youth, health practitioners, and people who are homeless. He has worked throughout Canada, the USA and Europe, besides Namibia, New Zealand, Australia, Brazil, Rwanda, Palestine and Singapore, and has pioneered the development of live, interactive Forum television and web casting.

David is the recipient of numerous awards, including the City of Vancouver's Cultural Harmony
Award, the Jessie Richardson Award for Innovation in Theatre, an Honorary Doctorate from the
University of the Fraser Valley and the Otto René Castillo Award for Political Theatre.

David is a Visiting Faculty Member at the Master of Arts Program in Peace, Development, Security and International Conflict Transformation at the UNESCO Chair for Peace Studies, University of Innsbruck, Austria, and Visiting Theatre Director at the Faculty of Medicine and Dentistry, University of Alberta.

For more on Tfl please visit theatreforliving.com

The Theatre for Living (TfL) workshops in Bangalore, India.

CCDC and David Diamond will come together for 15 days between January 2 and January 17, 2017 with three programmes:

 The TfL Facilitator Training, January 2 to January 7, 2017 : a weeklong training in Theatre for Living for 30 participants from across India and abroad.

 2 Degrees of Fear and Desire, January 10, 2017 : a 1-day workshop on global warming using the Cop in the Head theatrical exercise.

 Under the Spotlight - An Exploration of Mental Health Issues, January 12-17 : co-organised by CCDC with the Department of Clinical Psychology, NIMHANS, with support from Dr RN Moorthy Foundation, NIMHANS. Participation in this workshop is by invitation only. The intensive 6-day workshop will culminate in an interactive public Forum Theatre performance by the participants on January 17, 2017.

For details regarding registration please log on to: http://www.ccdc.in/theatre-for-living-workshops

David Diamond is "Looking forward to seeing how the language of Theatre for Living transforms as it encounters the people and culture in Bangalore. What kind of questions can we ask together that stimulate a transformational dialogue? "

“The next 15 days offer exciting learning opportunities" says Radha Ramaswamy, Founder Trustee of CCDC, “30 people from across India will learn the language of TfL from David Diamond himself. We are also looking forward to learning how TfL can help create meaningful dialogues around mental health, an area that CCDC is strongly committed to.”

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

ಕಮಲ

ಮೊಗ್ಗಾಗಿದ್ದೆ
ಅರಳುವವಳಿದ್ದೆ
ನೀವು ಹೇಳುವಂತೆ ಬಲಿತಿದ್ದೆ

ಅರಳುವ ಮೊದಲೇ
ತಾಯಿ ಬೇರಿಂದ
ಹೂಗಾರನ ಬುಟ್ಟಿಸೇರಿದ್ದೆ

ನಿಮ್ಮ ಪೂಜೆ
ನಿಮ್ಮ ನೆಮ್ಮದಿ
ನನ್ನ ಖಂಡಾಂತರ ಪ್ರಯಾಣ

ದೊಡ್ಡ ಪೂಜಾರಿಯ
ಒರಟು ಕೈಗಳಲ್ಲಿ
ನನ್ನ ಕನಸುಗಳ ಅವಸಾನ

ಹೊರ ಪಕಳೆಗಳ ಕಿತ್ತು
ಒಳಗಿನದನ ಬಿಡಿಸಿ
ಬಲವಂತದಿ ನನ್ನ ಹೂವಾಗಿಸಿ

ಮಂತ್ರಘೋಷ
ಭಕ್ತಿ ಭಾವದಿಂದ
ಹಿಡಿದೆನ್ನ ದೇವರ ಮೇಲೇರಿಸಿ

ಮರುದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ನಾನು
ಕಸವಾಗುವ ನಿರ್ಮಾಲ್ಯ
ನಿಮಗಿನ್ನು ನನ್ನ ಚಿಂತೆಯಿಲ್ಲ

ನಾ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದಾ ಕೆರೆಗೇ
ನಾನೀಗ ಮಾಲಿನ್ಯ
ಒಳಗುಳಿದ ಬದುಕಿನ್ನೂ ಸತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ

ಭಾಶೆ

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Karma’s ways to bite

He cheated and moved
I was sad and bruised
I missed his company
But life got its symphony

Came back with request
On social media to connect
At my level, Manager
Grown, it looked meager

I took a step, went up
He again had to catch up
Maybe he took a turn
Devious plans he did churn

Karma has its ways to bite
In a “name” it showed its might
Is his memory his foe?
Karma, I take a bow

BhaShe

Friday, March 11, 2016

Molehill

While I sit and make a mountain out of a molehill
Over friends who haven’t called and checked on me
There are girls who are sold by their dads
To pimps, to be trafficked to Mumbai’s sex districts

Who was there to take care of her anyway?
The women her father slept with hated her
The men her mother slept with have lusted her
Other elders in the society have groped her

It’s just another way of life, a job, an income
Just go, stay, earn and send the money back
Some hungry mouths here have food in their plates
You stay there, do what you do, don’t come back

Who knows, she might find a family there too
A sister who shares the pain of being sold
A mother who has aborted many a times, cold
A friend, to confess, to cry, to talk and to hold

Will I ever grow enough to see a molehill as a molehill?
And enough to see what is and how big a mountain is
Or will I stay listening to all of it as if it is a story
And believe, I live in a universe far away from all that is

BhaShe

Monday, March 7, 2016

Flower

I brew nectar at odd hours of nights
You would have a message when the day breaks
A bowl of peace handed to you with a smile

I breathe the fullest at odd hours of nights
You would have my strong scent when the day breaks
Filling you up with a fresh mood for the rest of the day

I make colors and paint myself at odd hours of nights
You would see the best of me when the day breaks
Still carrying sparkle from countless stars I watched

I make my world a little better at odd hours of nights
Every morning when you wake up, you get to see
How me being 'me' is one step closer to serenity

BhaShe

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Shishila – The Destination

The Desire:
About 4 or 5 years ago, I, appa, amma and Ankith went to a place called Nanya Bhairaveshwar. The ride was beautiful. It is about 25 kms away from my home and is a beautiful place. We had been there in the evening and we looked around. That is when I first saw the peak of Shishila. What a sight it was! As soon as I saw that peak, I wanted to climb to the top of it. I started suggesting that we should go there. Amma and appa tried convincing me that it was a bad idea to start at that hour. When I started making a fuss about it, appa made it very clear that it is not a viable idea. It was getting late and we had to walk in the wild to go to the top and without a guide there is a high possibility that we could be lost. I had to succumb, I had no power over this argument and we returned. For a minute I had the thought of wanting to get married on that hill top.



The Revival:
Last September when I was home, I spoke about my long lasting desire to climb the Shishila hilltop and Chetu helped me with Raju’s number. Raju is a villager in Bhairapura village (which is the nearest) and also acts as a guide to visitors. He spoke about leaches and other problems and suggested that we should plan to go there in November or December.

The Journey:
27th December 2015, me, appa and ankith left home at 12:00 noon. A junction near Agriculture College, before Mudigere, we took a left to go towards Bhairapura. At every junction we asked for directions and we were misguided once. We travelled extra for about 2 kms in the wrong direction and because we asked for directions all the way, we got back to the right road soon. After a while, in the next junction, where we asked for directions yet again, we could look at the Shishila hill top. Ankith noticed the excitement on my face and mentioned it was so much, as though I had already climbed up to the top.

We reached Nanya Bhairaveshwara temple and called up Raju. Oh! You will be lucky if you find any mobile network there, and we were lucky for a while.

The Disappointment:
Raju mentioned that wild elephants had been there at 10:30 in the morning. As we were only 3, he suggested it is better we go back now and come again in a group, instead of the planned adventure. We strolled for a few minutes, saw the way to the hilltop which goes inside the forest, and decided to go back. We could see elephant dump and the havoc they had created that morning, some broken trees, broken twigs and smashed bushes. It was enough proof for us to vouch our decision. We came back to the place where we had parked our bikes and started eating watermelon we carried.

Angels Arrived:
A toofan arrived with 17 people in it. Yes, you read it right, 17, aged between 10 and 45. 13 of them said they are going to climb Shishila. We all jumped out of joy and joined them. It did not take much time for us to get friendly. Together we started walking towards our common destination.
The path in the forest was well made but there were places where we had to walk up on dusty, stone filled roads. It was very slippery and very tiring. Once we crossed the forest it was again an uphill climb and it was extremely exhausting. Ankith held my hand and encouraged me to climb up, “a little more and we will be on flat land”, he would say.




I was breathless by the time I reached the flatland. It indeed was flatland and I rested for a while. Then, the next step was to climb to the peak. Appa said he won’t go up and suggested that I too stay back. I did not want to give up, after going so close. The kids started climbing fast and I took my time to go up. This time appa was with me, asking me to be careful and helping me climb. This was not tiring but very risky. It’s a steep climb and one miss step could lead to a disaster.

I did reach the top successfully along with appa. Ankith had already reached and had clicked some photos too. It took an hour to climb and what a view it was! We could see South Canara border from the top. This day and all its efforts were all worth it. Though not clear, we could still see range of mountains. We could see a river and a water falls at a distant location and we could see beauty in all directions.



It took lesser time to climb down, a small break and step two, and we had reached the gateway to the forest. We all gathered together and walked together as that was our best chance of survival in case wild elephants paid a visit. Four people who had stayed back had watched us climb the hill top and were waiting for us. We said a ton load of thanks to all of them and bid goodbye.

Known Turf:
You might have noticed I said very little about food, because we had very little. On our way back we ate some biscuits and drank some water. It was almost 5:30 and we were in a hurry to get back.

Our way back, we found new connecting roads. From Bhairapura we went towards Devavrunda circle, from there to Jannapura and finally to Gonibeedu. We followed the same protocol of asking for directions all the way till we reached the Devavrunda circle. Dad geared up, “no need to ask anyone for directions” he speeded up. We reached back home, tired, content and me, a dream fulfilled.

PS: Photo credit Ankith H S


Thursday, November 19, 2015

Missing Periods

No! I haven’t missed one
I am not pregnant
It takes a month to come
And I am missing it

I dream of periods
Blood on my hands
Blood between my thighs
To feel “fresh again”

Unbearable pain
My only desire is to rest
It is uncomfortable
An excuse, at its best

But when it comes
It comes with peace
Hormones working
Settling mood swings

I miss my periods
It’s so much fun
It’s such a roller-coaster
Also, it’s a stress buster

BhaShe

Monday, May 25, 2015

High on Cheese

Unfit pumping machine
Clogged passages
A vicious circle
Loop, repeat
I get high on cheese

Hundred rules
More complications
Heart, mind fights
Pinches at wrong places
I get high on cheese

Know the pitfalls
Nature’s calls
Going large from small
Forgetting the stroll
I get high on cheese

Not a relief or medicine
Neither a solution
Harmful than known
But compulsion driven
I get high on cheese

BhaShe

Thursday, March 12, 2015

The Light will come

In the middle of the night
When it’s dark and sleepy
I sit up and make my living

No, it’s not the need
It’s not even the money
It’s only the desire

Satisfaction, silly thing
It’s a desert mirage
Almost there, but never

No enlightenment
Middle of the nights
Serve only the strivers

As every night passes
Am close to the end
But I remain there

The light I seek
Will come to me
When I am about to sleep

BhaShe

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Impotent

His tongue is a sword, criminal mind
Words chosen wisely to play his games
He rules my world, the only area he is competent
Rest all, you will read below, he is impotent

Whatever he touches turns to dust
He always makes all wrong choices
He is the reverse of Midas touch
In these many years, he is financially impotent

He does not understand heart beats
Neither his heart, nor his mind works
Nothing that should, make an impact on him
Making it obvious, he is emotionally impotent

Sperm production has come to a halt
Smoke and booze has killed his capacity
His thing refuses to stand and do its work
I suffer, he is physically impotent

Intertwined and tangled are our lives
Troubles everywhere, no solutions
Stuck at a point, now I ponder
Has he turned me in to an incompetent?

BhaShe

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Two Cups of Joy

“Two Cups of Joy” it’s said
Two cups of poison too
Oozes milk out and
Poison in, sometimes

Genetics gift
Nature’s wrath
Sometimes a warning
Unknown path

Act, take a step
You matter
Make an informed choice
Part of the barter

Fight or flee
Surrender or kill
I did all I could
It was his will

My body
I will know
I will look after
I will show

BhaShe

Heartbreak Season

Am I shielded?
Or am I numb?

What are you seeking?
I infer, search signs
I dip my fingers in paint
Paintings happen

I walk same roads
Same lessons
Are you attempting my failure?
Hard nut

Breaking my hopes
By their tail
My middle finger talks
And I let it

Bleeding toe nails
Leave trail
Though I walk off
I remain

BhaShe

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Mesmerized

When I see you light up the world
I can’t resist but follow you
I punish myself for my acts with silence

The boundaries I set for myself
Are broken, I feel your pull
What magic have you done to me?

I try to chase you away from my mind
While I meditate, when I see you, I name you,
You resist to leave my mind, ever

I try to be angry, I try to hate you, punish you
But when I see your eyes go sad
I fail to stick to the promises made to self

I wonder what you are, who you are
Where have you come from and what’s your purpose
I am too shy to talk to you, question you

My heart runs around you like a lost puppy
My eyes smile when I see your face
What am I supposed to do?

You are too beautiful to resist
Your childlike smile and behavior
Makes me want to love you

BhaShe

Saturday, January 17, 2015

ಕಳೆದುಹೋಗಿದೆಯೊಂದು ಖಜಾನೆ

ಹೊಸರುಚಿ ಮಾಡುವ ಕಾತರ
ಹಲವು ಹಳೇ ರುಚಿಗಳ ಆಗರ
ಯಾವ ಖಾಯಿಲೆಗೂ ಇದೆ ಮದ್ದು
ಹಂಚೀಕಡ್ಡಿಯ ದೃಷ್ಟಿ, ಕೆನ್ನೆ ಮೇಲೆ ಮುತ್ತು

ಮಕ್ಕಳೆಂದರೆ ಅಪರಿಮಿತ ಪ್ರೀತಿ
"ಬಾರೋ ಬಂಗಾರ" ಅವರು ಕರೆವ ರೀತಿ
ಜೀವನದಿ ಎಂದೂ ಮುಗಿಯದ ಆಸಕ್ತಿ
ಹಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ತಂದಿಟ್ಟಿದೆ ಫಜೀತಿ

ಕ್ರೋಶಾದಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ವೆಟರ್ ನ ಕೌಶಲ್ಯ
ಅವರ ಮಾತು, ಅನುಭವ ಅಮೂಲ್ಯ
ಬರೆಯಲಾಗದ್ದು ಅವರ ಭಾಂದವ್ಯ
ಅವರಿದ್ದಿದ್ದಷ್ಟೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಸೌಭಾಗ್ಯ

ಕಿತ್ತಳೆ, ಸೀಬೆ, ಬೀನ್ಸ್, ಸೌತೆಕಾಯಿ,
ಸಪೋಟ, ತೆಂಗು, ಮಾವು, ಪಪ್ಪಾಯ
ಹಣ್ಣು, ತರಕಾರಿ, ತೋಟ ಅವರ ಆಶಯ
ಅಜ್ಜಿಯ ಶಕ್ತಿ, ಯುಕ್ತಿಯ ವಿಜಯ

ಮಲೆನಾಡಿಗೆ ಬಂದು ಮನೆ ದೀಪವಾದರು
ಅಜ್ಜನ ಮನೆಯ ಶಕ್ತಿ, ದೀಪ್ತಿಯಾದರು
ಬಂಧು ಬಳಗಕ್ಕೆಲ್ಲಾ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಹಂಚಿದರು
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