Losing Interest Day-By-Day….

I had submitted this article to TOI (Pune office), but inspite of recurrent promises made by them it never got published, don’t know why……


Respected Sir / Madam.

We always have a special respect and affection for any institute which has updated us, nourished us with knowledge and made us a proud citizen of this country. We respect each and every human being who has helped us achieve our goals.

But, one wrong move and dark shades enter on the clean white chit and sticking to the special human tendency and its respective behavior, we can only tend to remember those bad ones, fading the good ones in our life. Yes this is a short request on behalf of a student who has cleared SSC examination with decent enough grades and expects to land up in a nice institute of one’s own choice to fulfill the aim and goals dreamt about.

But the slow never ending process of government, its respective fields, and all the arenas really starts irritating day by day. I guess we never want to live under the tag ‘Developed’, and are happy as things are shaping up. The education board has to show a candy and attract institutes with fantastic, upcoming ideas on regular basis. Each and every year they are excited n eager to prove their creativity. Then be it new entrance examinations, huge increase of internal marks, vivas for languages, new subjects to make student pass, or no examination to reduce the suicide rate. A person may really feel n try to praise the education system or even government, but this has to never last forever. Courts, laws, custodies everything enters the loop.

When the admission process was expected to happen and students dreams were about to come into reality, the court has to extend the order and everything comes to a stand-still. Coaching has become the indispensible, inseparable part of firstly parent’s n den the respective student. Student may get admission or not, they are going to run their classes, and this has happened for years, is happening and will happen. Everyone hear wants to make money, then whatsoever the path may be.

Then be it Lakhs of money spend on printing of mark sheets all over again, and fill everyone’s pocket with loadz of coins and be happy. Which would have been easier to just print one line with ‘Percentage obtained (out of 650 marks) - __ %” …. But no, then how would each n every one become rich in this poor n downtrodden country, where many are even not able to afford the meal twice a day? Everyone right from peon, to clerk, to officer wants to make money… n land up n flood there account in other countries banks. The marks which are right of any student as they have played some sport, and as pre-decided by government should easily be able to obtain the allotted marks. But no, do you think it’s that easier in this country? Everyone has to show their lethargic behavior in their own way and style, and maintain their uniqueness. Till finally someone say, “common leave it..We will manage to get it without it. So what, we have that person as our acquaintance, and I guess we can land up in that college, I guess seats are available at 20K”. Everyone here, is capable of doing that, and why not “ Woh khate hain……. kyonki hum khilate hain” . What a shame…..

Asking the parents and students to enter in never ending loop of searching people with typical blame game is the ugliest thing one can ever imagine from the institute. And hence anger never comes in picture but in some corner of heart one starts feeling bad and even fears of taking bad memories with one self, which was never wished.

I know such letters are bound to happen trash and be a part of heaps of many more papers lying. But still a genuine try and request on each n every student’s and basically common man’s behalf.

I kindly request to stop such things and it can never be an order to people who made us a responsible citizen and made us stand firm in this society with dignity, but only a mere humble request being a citizen of this state and primararily this country.

-
Indian Citizen.

दिंडी चालली .......

" बोला पुंडलीक वरदे हारी विठ्ठल ..........."

"ज्ञानेश्वर माउली ज्ञानराज माउली तुकाराम ......"

"निवृत्ती, नामदेव, सोपान, मुक्ताई.... एकनाथ, ज्ञानदेव, तुकाराम .... "

Palkhi….. 1000-year old tradition, a festival that showcases the distinctive feature of Maharashtrian culture. It is religiously followed by वारकरी  – people / pilgrims who follow wari…

People collectively in a group called dindis go chanting, singing, dancing and lost n engrossed in their own world and travel to the holy land of Vitthal. 22 days …. N they are continuously walking only with one aim... to meet the Vitthala-Rakhumai at Pandharpur along with पादुका   of dnyaneshwar-Tukaram.

They are simple down-to earth people with least expectations….. One can feel that sense of spirituality just while watching them proceed…. They are continuously walking, with no complaints, just with one goal in their mind.

Really Hatz-off of these Lakhs of वारकरी…. Their attitude… the way they proceed … and try to meet their dreams….their calm & composed behavior….one can feel that positivity … proud to be a part of this land ……….

माझा प्रामाणिक सखा

सध्या झाला आहे तो माझा प्राणप्रिय सखा...
मनाशी प्रामाणिक ..... आणि माझा हृदयाचा ठोका....

शेवटी म्हणाले मी त्याला "का रे .... एवढ्या माझ्या जवळ आलास ?"
तर म्हणतो कसा " हृदयाला आराम देऊन मेंदूला चालना द्यावयास..."

वास्तववादी गाडीतून प्रवास हळूच सुरु झाला कधीतरी ...
मात्रं शेवटी गोल - गोल फिरून मध्य काही सापडत नाही .....

पण त्याची खरी ओळख पटली आता मला .....
त्याला सोडून सध्या मलाहि अगदी करमेना ….

मी एकटी असता तो सारखा माझ्या भेटीस आतुर ….
आणि दुसरा पर्यायाच नाही मला , त्याला भेटण्या पातुर ….

पण तो खूप आहे प्रामाणिक माझ्याशी …
मला सोडून जाताच नाही काहीही केल्याशी.....

मला म्हणाला काळजी मला फार आहे तुझी ....
भविष्यात माझाच उदो - उदो करशील बघ जशी ....
मग कळलं मलाही त्याचं महत्व ….
माझा सगळ्यात प्रामाणिक सखा सततच विचार चक्र …..

Why …. ??

Why do I have to be in office @ 9’o clk sharp???

Why is it raining badly n PMC as usual haven’t even started their work in spite of meteorological department doing their work on time, perfectly???

Why the roads in Pune are so wonderful that brakes are utilized more than accelerator...???

Why do people have to paint d roads n spread the white colored paints on road so that people on 2-wheeler’s, without option be able to hug the dirty concrete roads…… N no. of ppl keep on asking continuously ‘hw cm ur bag…. I mean d color is??? ‘, and really won’t allow you to forget d awesome experience you had some weeks ago……???

Why is it happening that no book seems to attract you… and you can’t even enjoy 3 pages also…???

Why does this happen, you go to enjoy some nice Live program, some really worth a watch movie… but your mind wanders ……???

Why do so many things go around in your brain which has really already exhausted …? Can’t even find the satisfactory answer for the 1st one…।and the second is already standing with open arms…???

Why one part of the brain when tries showing you a tinkling ray of hope… Other part brings it in reality within fraction of seconds…???

Why do such things happen when you had already warned your brain … But heart cares a damn…???

Why do you feel like shedding some salty water …? But are even not that lucky to do so… And can only somehow manage to wet your eye lashes….???

Why …. ????? It strucks mi every time….. But m left unanswered… with new fresh set of questions already replacing the old ones…. With same enthusiasm……

सरी वर सर ......

रिम - झिम कोसळणाऱ्या सरी, खाऊन पिऊन धष्ट-पुष्ट गुबगुबीत झालेली हिरवी झाडं, मधूनच पक्ष्यांचा किलबिलाट , रंग- बिरंगी छत्र्या ....आणि माझ्या हातात गरम-गरम चहाचा mug ...आणि मी घरात ...नुसत्या कल्पनेनच मन सुखावून जात...हळूच गालावर कोणीतरी मोरपीस फिरवावं तसं ...त्या पाऊसाला एक वेगळीच लय असते ...स्वतःच्या तालात तो पडत असतो...एक साज असते, मग त्याच्या तालावर सगळे डोलू लागतात , बहरू लागतात ...फुलं, पान , वेली...प्रत्येक जण त्याला दुलून पसंतीची पावती देतं..मग तो मातीचा सुगंध सारा आसमंत व्यापून टाकतो मन कसं प्रसन्न होत...मनावरची धूळ स्वछ करण्याचा काम हा ऋतू करतो... मनावरचा ताण, शीण, साठलेली धूळ, मलगट ....क्षणार्धात दूर होते... नुकताच चालू लागलेल्या मुलाच्या पायातील घुंघरान प्रमाणे एका विशिष्ट लयीत तो कोसळू लागतो ....

पण हे काही त्याचा स्थिर रूप असतं थोडीच ...प्रेमळ , निरागस, स्वत्चांदा वाटणारं त्याचं रूप अचानक भयानक भासू लागतं...इतक्या प्रार्थना , विवंचना, याचना करून तो ती मेघांची कुडी तोडून मुक्त व्हायला तयार झालेला असतो ....पण मग जणू तायला परतीची वात नकोच असते ...जणू तो गर्जून गर्जून सांगत असतो कि "खरं तर मुक्तता नकोच होती मला ...त्या मेघांचय बंदी वासातही खुश होतो मी...पण ते रडवेले चेहरे , आशेने बघणारे नयन ...मला चुकवता आले नाहीत तुमच्या चुकांची शिक्षा त्यांना का ?? म्हणून धर्तीच्या दिशेनं चाल केली मी...त्या पाण्याची किंमत कळावी तुम्हाला म्हणूनच तर मन अधीर होई पर्यंत वात बघवली तुम्हाला" असं म्हणत त्याने त्याचं भयानक , रौद्र रूप दाखवलं...जाणीव करून दिली त्याच्या विविध स्वभावांची ....

जसा तो शांत .....तसाच कमालीचा चिडका ....
जितका मोहक, सुंदर .....तितकाच भयानक......
जसा स्थिर, गोड ...तसाच रौद्र......
विलाम्बिता बरोबर धृत लयही मनात बिंबवून जाणारा.....
विविध रंगी, विविध ढंगी .........पाऊस........

match d pairs करायचे ठरवलं न तर.....ह्याच्या इतक्या जोड्या बहुदा कोणाच्याच होणार नाहीत.....
पाऊस म्हणजे चहा ....अर्थात त्या बरोबर गरम- गरम कांदा भजी हि आलीच....

पावसाळा म्हणजे हिरवागार, प्रसन्न ...
सर म्हणजे मनसोक्त स्वत्चंदपणे भिजण्याचा आनंद....

एक लय, एक ताल , निराळीच साज .....
रिपरीपणारा पाऊस म्हणजे चिखल, traffic , खड्डे आणि घरात पासून हातात चहाचा मुग आणि शांत जुनी गाणी ....
जलधारा ...पाऊस म्हणेज खाल्खाल्णारे प्रसन्न प्रफुल्लीत धबधबे .....
मस्त पांघरूणाच्या कुशीत, गुडूप व्हावं अशी नं बोचणारी पण सुखावह वाटणारी थंडी .....

क़ा कुणास ठाऊक पण तो कसाही असला तरी माझा अगदी आवडता.... प्राणप्रिया ... त्याच्या प्रत्येक थेंबात जणू काही गुपितं हळू हळू उघडी करतो तो ....पण हातचं राखून ...किती जणांना अधीर करतो, डोळ्यात पाणी यायला भाग पडतो ...काही पिसारा फुलवून तयार तर कोणी त्या एका थेंबासाठी कित्येक महिने अधीर ...आणि धरतीही त्याच्या पदस्पर्शा साठी आसुसलेली.... आणि मग त्याची तयारी सुरु होते ...वाजत, गाजत, गर्जत , मोठ्ठ्या ताठ मानेनं अभिमानानं कधी हळूच, कधी जोरात तो धर्तीच्या कुशीत शिरतो..... ती पृथा त्या बालकाच्या मिठीस आतुर जणू ....ते मिलन इतका सुखावह असतं ...इतका पवित्र असतं ..भावनांचा इतके महिने थांबवलेला बांध फुटलेला असतो ..त्या मातेच्या कुशीत तो शांतपणे झोपी जातो मग ....आणि स्वतःचा अस्तित्व मात्र त्या मृदगंधेच्या रुपात दरवळत ठेवतो ...............

Lost in Mowgli’s World…..

“Jungle Jungle Baat suni hain pata chala hain……”
Rudyard Kipling’s ‘Jungle Book’ created magic and is stil doing so…. But what made him think about d story of a jungle boy and tigers…… ??? D Jungle where der are 89 Tigers present, proving that the ecological life cycle is going on smoothly….. d clean , dense very well maintained spread over 950 sq. km “Kanha National Park”…. Yes dis jungle inspired him to write d Mowgli’s world….. n ders no wonder dat he wrote it…

Before going der I was a bit reluctant… how things would be… n it was my first ever Jungle Safari too… but d group of 30 including active & enthusiastic kids above 60 bought fun… Spotting tiger was like seeing God for them… n den I too realized why was it so…n d journey began… fixed in a very short duration, after my cancellation of another plan… bt gud dis shaped realy well.....

17th April - Left Pune by Azad Hind Express ......

18th April - Reached Gondia..... N den left for Khatia village (MP Beautiful village, n different style houses all over …. We wer so excited when we saw a spotted beautiful golden deer near some tree… but der was a perfect comment by someone “ kantala yeil itki distil… :P" n den we had to enter d Mowgli’s world....... We stayed at Mowgli resort which was truly beautiful n well managed. A small camp fire @ night… to make us understand dat we are in group of 30

19th April - Morning 4.30 we wer all set to go n enter a totally new world. We wer guests in der world. And the Gypsy ride began…… yes it was always on the wish list to have a gypsy ride…. But a open gypsy to spot animals was a surprise package altogether for me…. N den d journey began… flocks of Spotted deer’s everywhere...It was awesome… Peacocks, Sambar, Barasingha, Jackal, Byson, elephants N No. of birds including kingfisher, Indian roller, orange shark ( I cud only remember these many names :P …. N den @ 8 am in d morning… ppl in another gypsy told us ‘ we cud spot tiger … nw… it was awesome… she just passed away from here…’ but yes den it was our turn …. Wat an attitude !! d way she walks, care a damn approach …. N her style…. Truly awestruck…. I hd never imagined I cud c tiger in a such a manner except zoo….. awesome experience………..
Der was another ride in d eve… @ 330pm… same animals …. But everytime d pathways seemed different , mysterious, as if opening secrets slowly… d forest was very well managed n different types of trees mostly Sal, others were crocodile trees…. 2-3 feet long ant and termites hill everywhere adding beauty to the nature….

20th April - Again began @ 4.30 am…. But d surprise package was to see or rather watch d sleeping tiger by elephant ride… d experience was awesome………… d tiger was least bothered ..abt 10-15 ppl arnd him … he was njoying sun bath 2 d fullest…
@ 330 pm we decided to take all together different path from the regular ones… it was Digdola … It was complete roller coaster ride… n when returning back @ 6.30 we could again spot a healthy mast tiger…. As if he had decided…. “ jaate jaate bacchon ko khush kar dete hain ….”

And d jungle trip ended on a very satisfied note……… spotting so many animals..... As we had entered d jungle with zero expectations..... 100% satisfying n worth watching experience….. we wer so used to spot d animals in 4 rides… dat after leaving kanha n travelling.. even after seeing buffalo one shouted “ Byson…..luk at it “ :P…

Den it was Dhuaadhaar waterfall @ Bhedaghat in Jabalpur..... It is also known as ‘Indian Nigeria’ … scenic picturesque view… n den again d train travel was fun…. Playing cards in a group of 6-7 ppl was nice… n dat wid a couple of 60 + enjoying every moment 2 d fullest......

Our jungle trip was totally successful one.....When u go with least expectations n gain 100 % is always fun…. N so it is always an interesting experience…. An altogether different one…

PS: Photography skills by Bhushan………. (at 1 moment had thought of taking d credit….. :P )

Baanwara mann ....

Monday morning…Itz really difficult to convince ourselves… to come to office and probably work for allotted hours… So last Monday I somehow dragged myself convincing that ‘it’s ok…' u won’t have much work today’ and so entered d premises… already bored ....n I was welcomed with a big garbage bin...which stands right in front of our office entrance , people doing all morning necessary things and grand slum area.......I again convinced myself… n then shedding of my boredom thought of entering the office main building… But I was again given a grand welcome by looong queue for authorized laptop checking … it seemed a queue for Dagdusheth Ganpati on some auspicious day: P standing there with that heavy laptop bag slung on the shoulder for almost half an hour. Really not worth at all…. But still had too…

But den after all this… I suddenly realized why m I so bored??? We get bored so soon… den be it anything…right from Job, Office….. electronic devices.....We want everything in mere small short duration...... We can’t afford to spend more time… we want everything perfect in place on time… and if we get the 1st thing from our wish list in no time gap we want d 2nd , 3rd… n so on.....We aren’t satisfied … our mind wanders… then whatever d reason might be…

I tried to crack my brain..... N thought a lot on this… n den realized itz not my, ur or only someone else’s problem… itz d generation problem… we are very expert in fooling our minds and den d mind keeps on wandering like a bee… in search of a tinkling ray of hope… n starts dreaming …. can’t readily accept d defeat too… bcoz ….no answer yet ….

“ Baanwara mann dekhane chala ek sapna…”

Heard many a times…. Bt still shows n secretly opens d meaning each time I hear it… & every time I try to get d meaning… m left without d answer…. Still not able to figure out why??

आजोळ.........

प्रत्येकाला आपलं आजोळ अगदी प्राणप्रिय असतं.. कारण बालपणीच्या सुखद, निखळ, निरागस, आठवणी त्यात दडलेल्या असतात.... ज्यांची पुंजी म्हणजे एक प्रत्येकासाठी ठेवा असतो. एक खजिनाच जणू ..वाट्टेल ती रक्कम देऊनही कधीच न घेता येणारा एक मौल्यवान खजाना .....

तर अश्या आजोळी मी खूप मज्जा केली ..... म्हणजे लहानपणी शिकवलेलं गाणं असतं ना ज्याचं दर्शन सतत पुस्तकात , पापर मध्ये मे महिन्याच्या आणि दिवाळीच्या सुट्टीत होत ...
" झुक झुक झुक झुक आगीन गाडी,
धुरांच्या रेषा हवेत काढी ...
पळती झाडे पाहूया ....
मामाच्या गावाला जाउया ....."
म्हणजे पुण्याला येताना धूर सोडणाऱ्या , बोगद्यातून , गुबगुबीत हिरव्या झाडातून आणि निसर्गाने नटलेल्या गावातून आम्ही यायचो पण पुढे आजोळी म्हणजे परीन्च्याला जाताना आगगाडी अर्थात ट्रेन नसून आमचा प्रवास लाल गाडीतूनच व्हायचा ......मधूनच रुक्ष भासणारा पण सुंदर वळण वळणाने नटलेला, सजलेल्या दिवे घाटातून गाडी सरकत आजोबांचं छोट्याश्या परीन्च्यात येऊन थांबायची तेव्हा गगनही ठेंगण भासे ....

छान सुंदर मस्त कौलारू घर, मोठ्ठा दरवाझा, छान ओसरी आणि भलं मोठ्ठ आंगण .... असं एकदम मराठी picture style आजी - आजोबांचा वाद ....
मग हमखास बैलगाडीची सैर , गणपतीच्या आणि असंख्य देवळातली चक्कर ,टेकडी वरची रपेट आणि ती सुद्धा आजीने दिलेला खाऊ खात खात केलेली मजा ....संध्याकाळी शाळेच्या ground वर ची चक्कर , ती सुद्धा चीनचा खात खात ...शाळेतलं आपली मूळ घट्ट रोउन उभं असलेलं वडाचं झाड ( ज्याबद्दल मला अजूनही attraction आहे ... का ते माहित नाही... ) चिंचा, रामफळं , आणि हट्ट न करता असंख्य गोष्टी ....
सगळं असं काही डोळ्यासमोरून जात आहे जशी काल- परवाचीच गोष्ट .....

दिवाळीतल्या सुट्टीत गेले तर हमखास आजीचा सुरेख फराळ , म्हणजे आजीची किती करू आणि किती खायला देऊची धडपड आणि आजोबांची कुठे - कुठे चक्कर मारायला नेऊ आणि किती विविध फटाके देऊची घाई ...
मग काय बेसनाचे लाडू, चकल्या, चिवडा, रंग - बिरंग्या करंज्या (ज्यांचा मला आफाट attraction आहे ... अगदी अजूनही ...)आणि बरंच काही ....आणि हो मी गेले कि दुधी हलवा patent पदार्थ तयार ...तेव्हा तो मला जरा जास्तच आवडायचा कारण ..... आणि दिवाळीतल्या सुट्टीतल अजून एक attraction म्हणजे चुलीवरचा गरम गरम पाणी....
शेतातली चक्कर तर हमखास ठरलेली ... तिथे पाटात उभं राहायला तर इतकं भारी वाटायचं.... ती विहीर, त्या मोटारीचा एक विशिष्ट आवाज , बैलांच्या गळ्यातला घुंगरांचा लयबद्ध आवाज ..... सगळं इतकं छान ..पत्त्यांचा डावही ठरलेला ... फक्त मी आणि आजोबा ... आणि कुठला माहित आहे ..." Not @ Home " किंवा फार फार तर challenge ......

" आजोबांच्या डोळ्याला चष्मा..
आणि माझी मज्जा " ...
संध्याकाळी शुभंकरोती, आणि संध्याकाळी लवकर जेवण, आणि रात्री आजीच्या कुशीत आजीच्या चौघडीत.... हे खरं स्वर्ग सुख ....
मे महिन्याच्या सुट्टीतही हीच धमाल..... पण ह्याचात भर म्हणजे ... कुरडया, पापड्या, सांडगे, आणि असे असंख्य उन्हाळी पदार्थ ...त्या कुरडया खायला तर किती तरी अजून आज्या.... घरात माणसांची हि वर्दळ....मग सगळी कडे त्या चिकाचा हा घमघमाट सुटायचा .....आणि मग वाटी चमच्याने खायची धावपळ ...आणि संध्याकाळी आजोबांकडून infinite icecream ची treat .....रात्री तर आंगणात झोपायची इतकी गही कि ८ वाजल्यापासूनच गाड्या घालून तयार ...मग रंगायची ती आजोबांची गोष्ट "आलीबाबा आणि चाळीस चोर "...पात्रं अन पात्रं असं हे डोळ्या समोर उभं रहायचं....कि मी आणि श्रुती घाबरून गुडूप ....

आता त्या वाड्यात मात्र आम्ही कोणीच नाही ...त्यामुळे शेत, देऊळ , तिथल्या पेठ ...सगळं एकदम थांबलं , मग ते कोपर्यावरचा उमा मावशीची गिरणी असो, किंवा राजारामचा दुकान .....धुमाळ आजोबांचं दुकान असो किंवा पप्पू दादाचं घर ,,,पण त्या आठवणी अजूनही ताजा आहेत ....तशाच रेंगाळत आहेत ...अगदी कालच घडलेल्या गोष्टी सारख्या ....

मे महिन्यात सासवड - परिंचे trip झाली तेव्हा तो वडा .... ते देऊळ काही निराळाच भासलं...पुन्हा सगळ्या आठवणी ताज्या झाल्या ...अरे इथे तो बाबा आदमच्या काळातला आजोबांचं लाडका आणि अजूनही छान फिरणारा पंखा असायचा.....इथे लिहायचा table ....अरे ओटा, ओसरी, इथेच क्रिकेट खेळायचो ...प्रदक्षिणा मारायची घाई आणि त्यातही स्पर्धा ....
असाच जर उलटं चक्र फिरलं असतं तर...पुन्हा त्या जुन्या गोष्टींचा उजाळा , पुन्हा ते मस्त स्वत्चांडी जगणं, खायचं , खेळायचं आणि झोपायचं....आणि मनसोक्त फिरायचं.........

गुंफण....

प्रत्येक गोष्टीचा प्रत्येकाच्या आयुष्यात एक वेगळंच स्थान असतं ...वेगळी जागा असते ... आणि मग तीच गोष्टं आपल्या आयुष्याचा एक घटक होउन जाते, अविभाज्य घटक ..आणि स्वतःचं असं वेगळं अस्तित्व सिद्ध करते , आणि मग आपण त्यात पुरते गुंतत जातो, आपल्या भावनांना ते वेगळं विश्व सुखावह भासायला लागतं , आणि त्यात मग भावनांची सुरेल अशी गुंफण घडते .... एक सुखावह, छान, स्वत्चंदी , हवीहवीशी गुंफण ....

त्याला मग काही मर्यादा नसते, सीमा नसते ...त्या भावनांच्या गुंतण्याला कुठला बांध नसतो ... मग ती गुंफण कशाचीही असो ... लहानपणी एखाद्या पेनात , पुस्तकात , त्याच ठरलेल्या bench मध्ये ….. एखाद्या पुस्तकातल्या character मध्ये ....

गुलाबाच्या फुला प्रमाणे श्रुंखलेत राहून गुंफायला , गुंतत रहायला त्याला फार आवडते ....पुढे जाता जाता मागे आपलं अस्तित्व दरवळत ठेवण्यात त्याला आनंद भासतो ...पण मग एक वेगळीच नाळ जोडली जाते ...अगदी घट्ट ,न तुटणारी , त्यातला प्रत्येक क्षण निराळाच ...हवा हवासा , कधी न संपावा असा ...आणि मग घडते एक वेगळीच गुंफण....

" गुंतून गुंतते ह्रदय वेडे ,

स्वप्नाळू जगात पुरते गुंतून पड़ते ...

शृंखलेच्या उबित प्रसन्न पणे वसते ....

आणि त्यातच आपले अस्तित्व मात्र दरवळू देते ....

एकातुनी एक ...असे भाव बांधले जातात ...

आणि मग ती साखळी तोडण्यास चक्क नकार दर्शवतात ...

भावनांचा गुंता असा वाढतच जातो .....

आणि तो गुंताच मग हवाहवासा भासु लागतो .....

छान , मस्त , स्वप्नाळू जगात मग मन रमते ...

एका वेगळ्याच भावविश्वात स्वत्चंदं पणे वावरते ....

गुंतणे कदाचित ह्यालाच म्हणतात ....

आणि मग एक सुंदर गुंफण उदयास येते ........"

PS : It is my friends bunglow’s name ‘गुंफण’ …. N d thought process had started from den n der itself… but could expand the idea only after watching a play few days back….

Theatre Beyond Words

Theatre always fascinates me… den whatever the reason may be… d story, d plot, lights everything… watching a movie sometimes definitely makes me happy… but d experience of watching d plays is beyond everything…

But acting = theatre, was a simple concept in my mind since childhood… but I had to revise my concepts after I attended “ Theatre Beyond Words” a different kind of theatre festival organized beautifully by Mr। Amol Palekar & Sandhya Gokhale last year… This festival revolved around the theme of “Theatre beyond words”, featuring theatrical expressions that might manifest through mime, dance, puppetry and movement. It has been said for hundreds of years now, that theatre has a language that goes beyond the spoken word, and it is this area that Mr.Palekar focused on for this festival.

It was extremely heart throbbing experience to watch legendary mime artiste Irshad Panjatan performing ‘Walk of Life’। Pantajan, 77 years old were performing after almost 15 years but what a performance!! It was dream come true to lively enjoy and witness a pantomime by this legendary artiste. He performed for almost 45 mins n der was pin drop silence in d audience, which was ought to happen… it was as if a hour long trip to heaven…. He presented d life journey n left audience mouth awaked to see his energy… d performance ended. But no 1 was ready to accept it again silence for 2 mins…. N den huge round of applause which lasted for almost 10 mins & had to end with standing ovation….

Den came the play ‘C for Clown’ directed by Rajat Kapoor and starring well-known actors Vinay Pathak and Ranvir Shorey। One can readily guess what the play would be on but the different thing was dey make people laugh n sit firm to der chair for 120 mins for d play which was made in gibberish. Den came Aparna Sindoor’s ‘Flowering tree’ in Kannada language, director Veenapani Chawla's ‘A Hare and A Tortoise’ of Adishakti’s using leather puppets, music and mime and Rajat Kapoor’s Hamlet the Clown Prince’

D experience was truly beyond words…………

Give me some Sunshine………..

6th March 2010…brought something different in our lives…We have met so many times, den be it B’Days, holi parties, general time pass meets but that day was something different… our discussions, our arguments, our thought-process were elevated to some different, untouched level before…

Everyone had as if thought of each and every thing in a different manner …।everyone was prepared to answer and enter the confession box… but we realized that there was nothing hided, n so nothing to confess… as we know each and everyone in & out…. Everyone is the purest form of mirror, water, complete transparent… and I suddenly realized that we have grown up……

And complete flash back movie started playing in front of me…

D days when only that 2kms radius was our whole world, our only favorite dress was school uniform, compass boxes over flooded with variety of pens and pencils, to keep many of them even in non-working condition, to play games when Social studies lectures being delivered and feel proud of it, present in the class 10 mins before the bell rang, singing d prayers and poems in full confidence…. What was that world… d most beautiful n pure days in any one’s life….But this was not permanent … We had to grow up…. And settle in our respective life… enter a new world…built it…shape it…try to be the winner in our own respective world.

And then we entered the race…typical exams, submission, scenario in which we always wanted to see each other ,talk with each other…but couldn’t …but that didn’t affect us, we were always there to support each other in good-bad times…I guess nothing more than these lines can express it in better words….

" तेरी हर एक बुराई पे डांटते वोह दोस्त ...
गम की हो धुप तोह साया बने तेरा वोह दोस्त ....
नांचे भी वोह तेरी ख़ुशी में ....
यारों दोस्ती बद्दिहीं हसीन हैं .... "

I have heard this song many a times…. But it sounded something different dat day.Everyone is different in nature, thought process, behavior … but variety surely adds taste to one’s life…but this has only tied us all together in a single thread … Our minds are as pure & transparent like white marble… and we are never ever required to pretend n act about our friendship in public …and this is not even remotely described by me… Gist of a beautiful letter gifted to us by our Ma’am cum Kaku cum mentor… Dikshit Kaku… Dat letter … was as if cherry on d top…described it in apt words…

Reading that, we all felt like growing up again….. sitting on last bench, writing on short note books, enjoy sports period to d fullest, play some funny games n bask in glory looking n thinking about future… n dreaming to the extent….
“ Give me some Sunshine… Give me some rain… Give me another chance … I wanna grow up once again…. "

Proud to be an “INDIAN”

His style......His passion…His love and dedication towards his work…I am his greatest fan (according to me) my idol…His is d real youth icon…d way he has handled success… d way he has always stayed away from any type of controversy.....And kept his personal & public life completely different…D one n only “Master Blaster Sachin Tendulkar” n we all Indians are truly proud of him…।of the unbreakable records he has set…n has form a different fan following ranging from 8 to 80………

His balanced attitude n approach towards d game he plays distinguishes him from rest of d world…...Whether he has bagged 5 wickets in ODI or is playing on 99….. or he is only cricketer who has scored double century in ODI against South Africa making all Indians n all cricket fans go crazy …or the match is declared when he is just 6 runs short of double century.....d expressions, d attitude are always subtle, tranquil…n truly inspiring we like lunatics….who tend n try to lose their temper regularly….. I mean he’ll never jump …n go on flying on d ground if he completes d century or bags any crucial wicket….nor would give cunning looks towards d players….. what he does is only gives innocent smile when he takes a wicket…n removes his helmet n looks up with composed n peaceful expressions towards sky…… seeking blessings from his beloved ones… n we Indians are truly proud to have him…. Because he stands still among all in all situations…..den be it 2003 World Cup match against Pakistan or 2003 world cup match against Kenya when he had returned to play after his father’s funeral…or be latest match against Australia……

His charity work, his staying far away from limelight, calm n composed answers during his interviews makes him undoubtedly No। 1 n different from rest of d cast n crew……he always carries burden of expectations on his tiny shoulders in amazing way…itz truly amazing to watch him play, his Sixes, fours are worth watchinga complete Libran a balanced n composed personality….. then be it ball stampering or some statements which created havoc which were simply given a different twist , but he has handled every situation with the same ease and effort.

I think after few years records would be named after him n would remain totally untouched with many upcoming years…. He has completely justified to the statement “Great Things come in small packets” as his packets are always over flooded with loadz of well wishes, prayers, n blessings from all over the world from 8 to 80….

We love you Sachin ……। N India will always be proud of you…। As you are first an Indian player to all of us…who has always made we all Indians proud of you…

Long live Sachin….

सुखाच्या शोधत .......

अलीकडेच केंज़ल्गद - रैरेश्वर गड सर करण्याचा योग आला , तेव्हा काही फार डोक्यात नव्हता ..... म्हणजे किल्ल्यांच्या यादीत आन्खिन्न एकाची भर एवढं साधं सोपं गणित .... वलना व्लानाने नटलेला सुंदर रस्ता , गप्पांची मस्त रंगलेली मैफल , अफलातून photo session.......... असं सगळा भारी चालू होतं ..... थाम्बत (१/२ वेळेला माज्याच मुले..... ) , मस्त मजेत आखेर केंज़ल्गद सर केला ..... मात्र अत्यंत हुशारीने भूषण शिंदे ह्यांनी ( our driver cum mentor cum trek leader ) जेवणाची सोय दुसर्या गडावर म्हणजे रैरेश्वर येथे केल्यामुले त्या गडाचा टोक गाथ्न्यावाचूँ दूसरा कुठला पर्यायच उपलब्ध नव्हता ...... मग जाम धापा टाकता मी चालत होते ... असं वाटत होतं की आता बास .... अजुन पुढे नाही... पण हा होता किल्ला रैरेश्वर जिथे चिमुकल्या शिवबाने स्वन्तान्त्र्याची शपथ घेतली ..... मग स्व्तहाला ढकलत , पाउले बळजब्रिने पुढे टाकत, स्वतहाच्या लयीत ...... आखेर माणसांची चाहूल जाणवू लागली ....हलू हलू कौलारू घरं ... त्या समोर मस्त छोटसं शेत ..... सारवलेली जमीन असं छान दृश्य दिसलं ......

पाऊल जमीनीवर ठेवली आणि क्षणार्धात सारा थकवा गायब जाल्यासारखा जाणवला .... तो स्पर्श इतका सुखावह होता की वर्न्नाच्या पल्यादाच जणू ..... अचानक पूर्वीच्या आजोबांच्या वाड्याची आठवां जाली .... सारवलेल्या भिंती , जमीन , आणि चुलिचा बेधुंद करून सोडानारा वास .... आहाहा ... आणि सगळ्यात खास म्हणजे चुलीवरचं गरम - गरम जेवण .... (as if cherry on the top... ) त्याची चव काही औरच ..... आणि सगळ्यात जास्तं भावलं ते म्हणजे त्यांचा आनंदी स्वाभाव आणि दूर दूर अपेक्षांचं ओजं नाही ....

ते घर ,अंगन , शेत , देऊल हेच त्यांचं विश्व जणू ..... फार अपेक्षा नाहीत त्यामुले ते तूतल्याचं दुखः सुद्धा नाही.... त्यांच्यात आणि आमच्यात मला तेव्हा अचानक भला मोत्ठा फरक जाणवला .... डोळ्या समोर दोन पाउलं, ऐवढचं त्यांचं विश्व ........ आणि आम्हाला असंख्य tensions..... जी आम्हीच औढवून घेतली आहेत ...... त्यांचं ते निरागस रूप मनाला भावलं .... शहराच्या धकाधाकितून ते किती तरी लाम्ब .... एका वेगळ्याच विश्वात ..... एका स्वत्चंद जगात ..... आम्ही मात्र entrance exam, colleges, universities, salaries ह्याच चक्रात अडकलेले ... मग गाडी कोणती ?? branded कपडे कुठल्या Mall मधून घ्यायचे ??.....movie कुठल्या multiplex मध्ये ?? आणि आजचं celebration cum treat कुठल्या महागड्या होटल मध्ये ?? आणि debit card कुठे उड़वायचं ???

असंख्य सुविधा उपलब्ध त्यामुले त्याचा उपभोह कसा आणि कुठे घ्यायचा हे प्रश्न ...... आणि त्यामुले डोक्याला भुंगा , पण तरी ते त्यांच्या आणि आम्ही आमच्या विश्वतले राजे ... पण प्रत्येक जन आपापल्या परीने सुखाच्या शोधात .... कितीही मिळाला तरी अजुन पुढे जाण्याच्या हव्यासात .... एक मिळाला की मग ते का नाही ?? ते पण हवच आणि त्या साथी एका वेगळ्याच स्पर्धेत ...... एका वेगळ्याच न संपनारया चक्रात .... धड्पदत , स्व्ताहाला सावरत त्याच्या शोधात .... त्याच So called सुखाच्या शोधात …..

खरच माहित नाही का .......

I turned off my laptop…took my bag……and was walking towards parking lot…… I kicked my active…N tears started rolling down my cheeks………
घळा घळा अक्षरशः डोळ्यातून धारा लागल्या ..... आणि मला तेव्हा साधे डोले पुसावेसे देखिल वाटले नाहीत ... मी रडत होते की मनातल्या भावनांचा बांध फुटला होता काय माहित ...... उत्तरही माहित नाही .... उत्तर शोधावं का ?? असंही वाटलं नाही ........
महिन्याला bank balance वाढत आहे .... credit debit cards आहेत .... पण मन शांत नव्हतं ... ते उचंबळत होतं ... कुठे तरी वाट शोधत होतं ..... घुसमटलेल्याला  मोकळा श्वास घ्यायला आतुर झाला  होतं .... असं का होत होतं माहित नाही .... असे विचार मनामध्ये का येत आहेत माहित नाही .... खरच माहित नाही ......

ऑफिस च्या tension मुले डोळे पाणावत आहेत का ??
J M Road chya traffic cha कंताला आला आहे का ??
का गाडीच चालावाविशी वाटत नव्हती ?? की स्वतहाच्या घराचं कुलुप रोज़-रोज़ स्वताहाच उघदय्चा कंटाळा  आला होता ?? की गच्चं भरलेल्या ऑफिस नंतर मोकळ घर खायला उठत होतं ?? की अभ्यासाचं टेंशन ?? की एकटं जेवायचा कंटाळा आला होता  .......... की रोज़ स्वताहाच केलेला experimental breakfast ला वाह वाह म्हणून खायला नको वाटत होतं ..... की आईच्या चवीचा आभास जाणवत होता ....?? की आईने केलेला साधा वरणभात  कुठे तरी हरवला होता ....?? माहित नाही .....

सगळ्यांमध्ये  असून कुठेतरी एकटेपणा जाणवत होता..... की मैत्रिणी कुठे तरी हरवल्या सारख्या जाणवत होत्या ....की सारा फ़क्त मनाचा खेळ  होता ....खरचं माहित नाही

पण रडावसं वाटत होतं ...... ते , ते डोळे  पुसवेसेही साधे वाटत नव्हते .... असं वाटत होतं की ह्या फुटलेल्या बांधाला आज आवारुच नये ..... त्याला त्याच्या दिशेनं आज वाहू द्यावं ........ त्याला त्याच्या परीने आज मन मोकळ करू द्यावं ......आणि असं का वाटत होतं ते ही खरचं माहित नाही .............