"Agle janam Mohe Bitiya na dena"

Maa bohot Dard sah kar..
Bohot dard de kar..Tujhse kuch kah kar main jaa rahi hun........

Aaj meri vidai main jab Sakhiyaan milne aayengi...
Safai­d Jode main lipti dekh sisak sisak mar jayengi...
Ladki­ hone ka khud pe fr wo Afsos jatayengi.....

M­aa tu unse itna kah dena Darindo k duniya main Sambhal kar rahna..........­­.....
Maa Rakhi par jb Bhaiya Kalai suni rah jayegi..
yaad mujhe kar kar jab unki Aankh bhar ayegi....
Tilak mathe par karne ko Maa rooh meri bhi Machal jayegi...
Maa tu bhaiya ko rone na dena...
Main sath hu har Pal unse kah dena.......­...­..

Maa Papa bhi chhup chhup bohot royenge...
main kuch na kar paya ye kah k khud ko kosenge....
Maa dard unhe ye hone na dena..
Ilzaam koi lene na dena...
Wo Abhimaan hai mera samman hai mera..
tu unse itna kah dena........

Maa­ tere liye ab kya kahu..
dard ko tere shabdon main kaise bandhu...
fir se jeene ka moka kaise maangu......

Maa­ log tujhe satayenge....
mu­jhe azaadi dene ka tujhpe ilzaam lagayenge....
Ma­a sab sah lena par ye na kahna
"Agle janam Mohe Bitiya na dena"

- Amitabh Bacchan (This is what I could write n post )

ONE says.....

ONE says ‘Dis country sucks, the government toh double sucks’

ONE says ‘Der r no proper rules and regulations amended in dis country’

ONE says ‘Ders no civic sense present, leftover in dis country’

ONE says ‘The Indian mentality … just Go Get a Life…’

ONE says ‘The roads, the transportation … OH my Gawd!!’

ONE says ‘Corruption… biggest disease the person ever had, and medicines – even invented can’t cure dis… as medicines only work on humans with heart & emotions’

ONE says ‘the scams…. Do whatever you want – Politicians are only meant for that’

ONE says ‘Illiteracy – biggest headache to country’s progress’

ONE says ‘Fast… common latest trend in the country’

ONE says ‘Traffic, potholes…careless approach’

But what do we do actually???

Is the only utilization of speech, feelings, way to express oneself that God has gifted out of all to only sole human beings??

What do we do really for d country, for d surrounding, environment, people, citizens of this country ??

We just keep on & on & saying dat “ wat a mess people have created, its realy haphazard and dirty atmosphere…and just within few minutes of completion of this sentence, we ought to throw away garbage out of the vehicle we r travelling… n even wile doing so .. one needs to say “ You know what, ders fine to each citizen in US, whosoever tries breaking the rule” …

Everyone needs , dreams of a house like Shahrukh Khan, but is least bothered whi;e throwing shabby garbage outside the window… we are least concerned, and zero civic sense…

We say corruption is the biggest disease… n bribe everywhere we go.. License, passport, traffic havaldar & list never ends… “Who khate hain … yeh baat sahi hain… lekin “ who khate hain… kyonke hum khilate hain”

Its high time that while “ONE says”, “One” even tries taking some concrete steps for the same…… Hope that “One will even TRY WORK while SAYING”

Miss u …  

I felt his care, nice nature, friendly behavior…… very welcoming and also felt a nice comfort… we knew each other since I was in standard 3… yahh , now you can tag it as ‘Childhood sweethearts..” n yahh that’s true :P

It was a coincidence that we met, den we wer acquaintances, den friends, philosophers, n den my loved one… my most favorite one…

You saw me grow, laugh, cry, emoting every single emotions… I shared everything with you…. N you too listened to it calmly, quietly, proving to be a very good listener…

Den we had to part our ways … I had to leave you… education matters dear… but still we met, atleast once in a month… n still you could always appear d same… behaved in a similar manner….

But now, today when I look back, I really have mix bag of emotions… looking at the past, living in present and hoping for a peaceful, happy, cheerful future ahead… waiting with both arms open…

But really can’t forget you… I loved you from the bottom of my heart… loved every moment we spent together… and will cherish it forever…

But today we have parted our ways and our relationship has ended… definitely on a good note (we both are matured :P).. we realy won’t meet each other now… but still I am happy that we wer once associated…

Luv u …. Rasayani and my home, apartment (B Type) where I stayed :D :D :P :P J J

hatzz off.....

चूल आणि मुल…असं label असंख्य वर्ष एका स्त्रीला दिला जात होतं, गेलेला होतं…पण फार पूर्वीपासून ह्या गोष्टी पेक्षा, ह्या वाक्याला धुडकावून चूल,मुल आणि स्वतःचा स्वाभिमान अर्थात स्वतःच्या पायावार मुली खंबीर पणे उभ्या आहेत….मग ती मुलाला पाठीला बांधून रणागणा वरची  लढाई असो, किंवा नवऱ्या बरोबर समाजाच्या हाल अपेष्टा सहन करत इतर मुलींना शिक्षणाचा मार्ग मोकळा करून देणं असो, किंवा परदेशी जाऊन डॉक्टर होणं असो…ते अंतराला  पर्यंतची  झेप असो..असंख्य उधाहरणं डोळ्यासमोर अशी उभी ठाकतात…

आता पर्यंत एखादा social service किंवा स्त्री-मुक्ती संघटनाचं भाषण वगरे वाटायला लागलं असेल …किंवा फार फार तर…स्त्री-पुरुष समानता वगरे असे मूल्य शिक्षणा मधले मुद्दे…

नाही पण घाबरू नका ह्या पैकी काहीच नाही….पण जे काही तुम्ही वाचला ते अगदी खरा आहे कि नाही ….आणि ह्या सगळ्या गोष्टींचा उजाळा खऱ्या अर्थानं मिळाला तो म्हणजे परवा…

Deccan वरून येताना माझा घोडा म्हणजे माझी घोड्या सारखी पळणारी Activa नामक गाडी चा tyre puncture झाला तेव्हा….पण मला ह्याबद्दल काहीच गंध नव्हता मी गाडी मजेत चालवत असताना अचानक आपली गाडी हलत असल्यासारखा वाटलं आणि दांडी उडाली…आता काय करावं म्हणजे गाडी ढकलावी तर कशी कारण चढावर ती गाडी धाकालना शक्य नाही कारण पाठीला किमान 5 किलोचा वजन ( हे म्हणजे खरा स्वतःचा कौतुक करून घेणं….असं मला नंतर वाटला )…….कि puncture वाल्याला तिथेच बोलवावा…..

असे स्वतःचे लाड करून घेत …हळू हळू गाडी sinhagad Road वर आणली …..आणि puncture वाल्याला दिली …….पण इथे तर एक वेगळाच दृश्य दिसला ……त्या puncture वाल्याची बायको अतिशय सराईत पणे इतर गाड्यांचा tyres चे puncture काढत होती ……म्हणजे cycle पासून, motor-cycles पासून अगदी truck पर्यंत सगळ्या वाहनांचे....... मला दोन मिनिटे तिला कसा सांगावा ते कळेना……म्हणजे माझ्या हि मनात आला कि “ येईल ना हिला नक्की ??“….(पण मलाच माझी लाज वाटली..) पण नुसता puncture न काढता तिने मला tyre tube का गेली असेल आणि तो खिळा जो अडकून पडला होता तो हि काढून हातात दाखवला……आणि त्याच बरोबर चांगली tube कशी ओळखायची ह्याचे हळूच धडे सुद्धा दिले …..

काय शिक्षण झालं असेल हो तिझा???? किती इयत्ता शिकली असेल हो ती….पण गणित आणि practical knowledge चा खजाना होता …

त्या 8x8 च्या खोली cum तिच्या puncture shop मध्ये……….ती अभिमानानं वावरत होती आपल्या नवऱ्याच्या खांद्याला खांदा लाऊन त्याच्या धंद्यात त्याला मदत करत होती …..मुलाला मधेच खायला देत होती ,स्वयपाका कढेही बघत होती, आणि समर्थ पणे दुकान हि सांभाळत होती ……..

मला तेव्हा तिच्यात आणि वर वर्तविलेल्या स्त्रियां मध्ये कुठलाच फरक जाणवला नाही ……त्याही स्वाभिमानी होत्या आणि हि सुद्धा त्यांच्याच सारखी …….पण हिला ती प्रसिद्धी, समाजात ते स्थान मिळेल ????.. सावित्री बाईंनी सुरु केलेल्या त्या यात्रेत अश्या असंख्य जणी अजूनही चालत आहेत…..काही जणी तिथेच थांबल्या….जगानं त्यांना सलाम केला,ते स्थान दिला, त्यांना बघून अभिमानानं छाती सुद्धा ताठ केली….. काही मात्र इतिहासात हरवून गेल्या…… कोणी everest सर करून आलं, तर कोणी पोलिसान मध्ये आपला नाव कमावलं……आणि अमुक अमुक करणारी पहिली महिला ठरण्याचा मान सुद्धा मिळवला …


पण आपली आर्थिक चण चण दूर करण्यासही आपल्या नवऱ्याच्या खांद्याला खांदा मिळवून समर्थपणे घर आणि हि अशी आगळी वेगळी नोकरी करणारी महिला पाहिल्यावर आम्हालाहि अभिमान वाटतो…आणि त्याच बरोबर स्वतः बद्दल क्षुद्र पणाची भावना देखील……आपण नक्की ह्या नोकरीचा टेंभा मिरवतो कि शिक्षणाचा …….आपल्या पेक्षा खरा तर किती तरी प्रकाराने समृद्ध आणि अभिमानास्पद काम करतात ह्या …..म्हणूनच ह्या अश्या आणि हिच्या सारख्या असंख्य स्त्रियांना माझा सलाम ....

असंच कधीतरी …..

असंच कधीतरी ….. म्हटलं आठवूया जुने ..
हातातुनी किती वाळू निसटली हळूच शोधूया ते ...
कोणी विचारलंच जर कि हा वेडा प्रयत्न का करत आहे मने ..
उत्तरही ठरवलं त्याने कारण तेच, कारण शेवटी जुने तेच सोने..

कालचा क्षण होता कसा ? ,गेला कसा?, का गेला तसा ?
असंख्य प्रश्न उठतात नुसते…आणि उत्तर शोधण्यात मग ते इवलसं मन पार थकते..
मग ते वेडा मन स्वतःलाच समजावते आणि भविष्याचा विचारात रमते..
आणि मग असलेला क्षण हातातल्या वाळू प्रमाणे झर्रकन सरकते..

काळाला म्हणे बंधन नसते कोणाचे
क्षणाचा एक अवधी ही पुरेसा असतो त्यासे
भुताचा वर्तमान व्हायला तो एकंच अवधी पुरून उरते..
आणि मग असंच कधीतरी वर्तमान हरवून बसतो अस्तित्व त्याचे..

पण मग मी ठरवलं पक्कं…
गेला तो निसटला, पण खूप काही शिकवूनी गेला..
येणार्यांना समजण्यात हुशारी देऊन गेला
आजच्या आनंदावर कालची साय नको आता….
आणि उद्याच्या विचारात मनी भारही नको फारसा…

आहे तो उपभोगायचा…… त्या क्षणास कुशीत वसू द्यायचा….
मग छान प्रसन्न वातावरणात त्या मनाला मोकळा श्वास घेण्यास सोडायचा …
आणि त्याच्या दिशेनं त्याला मोकळं करायचं….
मग असंच कधीतरी मनी बांध फुटतो….
आणि आवरण्यासाठी चक्क नकार दर्शवतो…

तो फुटलेला बांध तसाच वाहू द्यायचा..
त्या बंधनाच्या कुडीतून त्याला मुक्त होऊ द्यावं…
म्हणून तो आलेला प्रत्येक क्षण स्वछंद पणे जगायचा….
प्रत्येक क्षणातलं अमृत ठीबकाने प्यायचं….
आणि प्रत्येक ठिबकणाऱ्या अश्रूतून त्याचं अस्तित्व मात्र दरवळू द्यायचं………….

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.