माझ्या विचारांत दुसरे काही नाही,

दुसरे काही असावे असे माझे मागणेही नाही,

माझ्या मनातदेखील तुच,

विचारांतही तुच,

अखेरच्या श्वासातही तुच तू!

Play

Alone.

Am in Delhi and NSD Festival is going on. How can I miss this opportunity? Today I watched "Sangeet Ranadundubi" (Marathi). And what an experience that was!!!

About the Play:

This play was written in 1927 against the backdrop of the freedom struggle. In it King Kandarp of the Kadamba regime surrenders his kingdom as per a peace treaty with the enemy nation. However, his fiancée, Tejaswini opposes his decision. But the king's ministers and his beloved Saudamini force him to sign the treaty. When the enemy's flag is hoisted, Tejaswini protests and is arrested. The enemy King Matang Yuvraj usurps all powers and arrests King Kandarp. He is helped in this devious task by Saudamini, who ditches Kandarp for the power and position offered by Matang, but ends up getting arrested by Matang's soldiers. Matters come to a head, and finally all ends well as Kandarp, along with his loyalists, wins back kingdom by defeating Matang Yuvraj.

About my experience:

First, it was the first sangeet natak that I was watching. The songs in the play came handy when it helped moving the story ahead or supporting the moment portrayed.

The most amazing part wasn't the above. Yesterday when I searched the internet I read that the play has English subtitles. I ignored considering it as a printing mistake. However, amazingly when the play started I spotted two big LCDs at two corners of the stage which ran the English subtitles. Such a simple idea!! This could help to make any language play go national if not global.

I had only one miss during the entire experience. I missed the company of my beloved. Amrita.

मी

जीवनाच्या गोंधळात मी एकटा

कोण आहे मी काय सापडणार मला वाटा

कोठे एकदा कोणी भेटल्यावर

करता येते मन मोकळे

तो क्षण सरल्यावर आपण आपले

मैत्री

मैत्री म्हणजे एक त्रास...
कधीही काहीही करवणारी...!!!

एकाला बोललो की दुसर्‍याला झोम्बणारी,
भांडायला सदैव तयार ठेऊन वेळेवर रक्तदेखील काढणारी,
मैत्री म्हणजे एक त्रास...!!!

एका मुलीवरुन रुसवा आणणारी,
वेळेवर त्याच मुलीला डावलून दारूच्या ग्लासातून नाते द्रुढ करणारी,
मैत्री म्हणजे एक त्रास...!!!

एका भेटीसाठी कामे बाजूला पाडणारी,
मग अख्खा वेळ इकडे तिकडे भटकून वेळेचेच भान विसरवणारी,

मैत्री म्हणजे खरच एक त्रास...!!!


(ह्या सृजनाला कारणीभूत असणार्‍या तिघांना: बालमान, सुज्या आणि शेंडे )

Trek that never was

Last lap:

The queue was long I never thought I could make it. Finally got down at the last moment. Exhausted me headed towards the exit of main station. Badhe yelled from the bogie that Sujeet was on phone. Waved him to call me. Sujya called and the road I had to walk was easier. All we talked was how the trek was and how we missed him and he missed all the fun.

3 idiots:

Some thing made me awake......Looked around to get amazed finding the ceiling fan so close to me. From where the hell this fan came on my ceiling? The place was also claustrophobic...Looked around.. AC was sleeping peacefully on the next birth. I am in train. Exhausted. Wait then what did wake me up? The TT was asking for ticket. I played the usual trick. Badhe , from the side upper copied me. Didn’t work. Had to shell out 50 bucks. We had boarded the train Nagercoil Expr from Lonavala to Mumbai in sleeper coach. We idiots casually took the railways granted and thought we would b spared....Anyways......
AC was still sleeping and Badhe ran to charge up his bat(ttery).


Chocolate Sonpapdee:

We were waiting at the Kamshet station for a local towards Lonavala/Pune. Famished. AC took out all the stuff + bread and applied his chef skills. The chef-read:Rade- also obliged. The wrapper of chocolate sonpapadee was shown to all. SG can be that ruthless. Nevertheless, we relished on whatever was brought. And set to bid to farewell to each other. The group was then evenly divided. 3 heading towards Pune and remaining to Mumbai. Suhas, Rade had the company of SG. When our local arrived, a thought came to my mind .when would be the next trek? And would I be a part of that? Answer I didn’t seek. But I didn’t spare SG and got his Sonpapdee out of his bag and we all had the sweet at the real bitter moment of departure. Doston ko mitha kha ke bichadanaa chahiye, yaadein meethi rehatee hain!

Furious ve:

From Tikonapet one has to catch the truck/tempo/red bus to come back to Kale Colony stop. We were exhausted and already had curse in the morning. We waited at the bus stop only to understand that one bus recently left to Kale Colony. AC showed some of his photographic skill when he clicked Suhas sleeping (Ok! I know u know Suhas.. he was actually resting . Bus (from Paud) came and we boarded. AC's cam was with me. Me too tried my hands on photography in running bus. And also updated the conductor of bus regarding skills needed for photography. Kale Colony we reached and found that the next queued tempo driver was off somewhere. We managed to get one driver convinced regarding the trip. He, we knew, already decided to stuff us in his trax as may be an over-enthusiastic chef would stuff his first burger with cabbage leaves. It has to a world record. A trax meant for 9 passenger carries 16 seated (+few hanging at footboards). AC occupied the front seat as having problem with knees. Rade got in to back seat and remaining four of us took the middle seat. The driver rudely ordered us to pay for 5 seats for we occupied space for his 5th passenger there. We were open to share "space", but he insisted on us sharing that among 5 of our troop. We argued. Heated up. Badhe got furious. Finally we declared to abandon the vehicle. Badhe continued to abuse and driver got angry, got down in complete mood to fight (he knew he was anyways losing his passenger when there was dearth of those). We did not buckle. People gathered. We kept on "arguing". All of us knew who the first to be on the back foot was. Happened. Finally, we resorted to the next queued Trax and, believe u me, all six of of (with size of XXX) managed to occupy the back seat(like we did on our way up) to march towards Kamshet station. "Jagah gaadee mein nahin dil mein hotee hain", my eternal statement one more time.

Down Under:
Habit of taking nap after lunch continued at 5ooft MSL. We decided to climb down. Took leave of our new friends there near temple. I also suggested the Pune gang to be good to them; they might have given a ride till Pune. Anyways. On our way down, first halt was at the water tank and it was horribly cold water out there as if refrigerated! Drank at will. The watchman was kind to take us there. Downing we found the steps toooo steep. We LITERALLY had to sat down to down. I was at the max risk. Had to bear the entire load should any one tumbled. No casualties although. We then got to the place where we found the old monk on our way up. This time the dogs acting cop sniffers tried to scare us. Finding SG with us they just left, scared may be, like a newly inducted gets scared of his boss. Aso. Me, Badhe and surprisingly for all, SG took lead. Downing we got new route suggested by the watchman and the Pune friends whom we met near temple. The path was initially kind of discernible till a slippery patch. 3 of us almost screamed to others to hold till we confirm the further path. We were not sure. Yet we felt even if we lose track only place we would reach be down. So thought to give it a chance. Well, didn’t miss to get a snap at that place. (U can spot AC, Suhas and Rade following suit). It was only getting picturesque as we looked down. We could easily spot the-correctly-taken-wrong-path. On our left the rock showed signs of water during rains, on right, there was greenery till the sight could stretch. Just imagined, what could be the path (read: fun) during Monsoon here!!! The route went for a while like that. Watched at the clock, I was amazed to find that such a distance we could cover in such a short span. Clearly, only 3 of us were together. Other 3 were slow enough to catch. Walking along side the cliff, I many a times imagined that I would have never done this trek if someone had told me this magnitude of its (the matured trekkers like AC and Suhas would disagree regarding my perceived difficulty of this trek...Who AC and Suhas???? Didn’t I tell u they were lagging the entire path.....never mind). We rested near the end of cliff. Now the peak we conquered was right behind us above and to the left we could have an awesome sight of Tunga gadd and its reflection in the waters of Pavana nagar. This time very clearly and even my D-cam could capture. Greenery on left had not given up the companionship. And ahead of us was a great path as might have imagined reading a poem like Daffodils. A ridge was leading to the destination. Knee height grasses all along. Picture taken. Clearly it was a path to enjoy with everyone. We waited till the laggards could catch up. Seriously, the view of path was totally refreshing. We started. I did not miss to look at the peak and feel the same all over again. The road ahead was usual, though we enjoyed a lot. The sun above suddenly seemed cooler with all friends together. We did not stop till we reached the abandoned look-alike bungalow overlooking the deserted car of the Puneites. This car also served as a lighthouse during our navigation. We rested near the rough path meeting the village road. Tikonapeth village were we crossing refreshing our memories in the morning. We were totally exhausted. Near the crossing there was a school we remembered. Also we earlier hoped that the school tempo would give us lift till Kale colony. Life is not always at the mercy of our hope. We too overlooked and first took plunge into the chilled drink the local vendor was selling. He claimed it to be mango (or whatever) we didn’t care the flavor. It was enough for us to gulp something cold.

Up and above:

The school was the landmark where we got down and had a first fight of the day with the carrier driver regarding (his) misinterpretation of the negotiated value of trip. Who bothered even when he cursed us that he would see none takes us back. We started. The highest point I could watch. But really did not think that its gonna be the same one to be 'conquered' that day. It was 11.10 in the morning. As per the web prints, we had to walk for near 45 minutes or so may be. We enquired. "go straight!","same road ..", we were on right track. You know the route to trek, any for that matter, is never that 'great'. Imagined the real rough patch would be what this road was taking us to. We had to cross Village TikonaPeth. The village on the face of it does not seem to have population of more than 500 (demographers, plz correct). Suddenly, we were lonely on the road and realized that the road is actually on the fringes of the village. We crossed the abandoned-look-alike bungalow. Someone even joked "Ohh ..even ghosts trek here...". We kept on walking. Two guys on bike overtook us (they were on bike they easily could....what a stupid I am). We called them to ask the road above. They said "Straight ahead" (none of us imagined that they too were new to the place). Four of us just got our memories of last trek refreshed when we had missed the path and were lost leading nowhere. Wise we asked the wise old man whom we spotted carrying the logs. He said, "Go ahead on the same path to find a BIG tree on your right. Take right from there and start climbing." We thanked and moved. Every tree on right hand side started looking like a BIG tree to us. "thats the one", "No, the one ahead is bigger”,” are, the bigger one we already crossed"...all we could not come to one conclusion. But we did not stop walking. Only when we spotted that BIG tree, we realized the old mans wisdom and experience in the woods. At least then we were assured that the path had to be correct one. Now as the 'one trek tradition for us' we cut the cake specially meant for the trek. You would be amazed to find the inscribed words on it!!! (Spot). Real climbing was starting. I again looked at the peak. It looked too far and in some corner of mind was sure that thats not where we were heading. Just to capture my thoughts I did not miss to capture that height with AC's SLR. Unknowingly we were already in the dark greenery (which we were to spot on our way back from above). There was no discernible path. Yet enjoyed unsuccessful attempts of not crushing the leaves and branches in the way. Guess what...we realized that we missed to get water along with which we decided to while having misal at Kamshet. So getting exhausted for water was no option. We found few metres ahead that we had a company. The two gentlemen authenticating the straight road ahead on bike were following. They confessed that they too were directed by the locals. They had parked their bike near the BIG tree. Only place where we were at plateau was nearly at the entrance of the fort on that mountain. We halted. It was great view from up there. To our back we had the same range of mountains with a clearly-destined-for-awesome-photograph water divide. A small road was looking like a painter’s skill amidst the green splash. To the left another breath taking view of a seemingly small pond looking like a pot of water for the same painter. The Photo session went on, needless saying. Looked at the clock it was already 12.15. A bit relaxed I felt we are late by few minutes, may be 10-15 minutes more. The trek had different plans, I hardly knew. The two gentlemen again 'overtook' us. We reached at the watchman and old monk step. We left inscription in the visitors’ book there. The watchman told us that the correct (he meant easier) road would have been the other one, he was pointing. We moved ahead, actually up. The steps were really steep. Those lead first to water pond. We had only choice left to taste that. Amazingly, it was sweet and cold. We felt like tasted nectar. NO...literally. Our next halt was at the end of the steps above from where we turned Raghu Rais there. Best photograph by me remains the one that of AC taking snaps there. Next we headed to reach a small Shiva temple. Least I realized that I was heading to the peak. Damn, thats why the legs were complaining! But till then I knew it was worth it. Small structure remains was where we gathered for group photo because that was the apex. I could look the starting point in the village. I did it. Excitement and hunger started a fight to find precedence. Finally hunger won as we opened up the boxes to relish on the food. Then, we were joined up there by two guys from Pune who also found a place of shelter near the temple where we were.

Kamshet Summit:

AC had already boarded. I was to join from Thane. Indrayani started to Lonavala. We absolutely had not planned till then so as to where we all to assemble as 4 were coming from Pune. We just had this rough idea to reach Tikona. We knew we could catch something from Kamshet. But to avoid confusion we decided on phone to meet at Lonavala and then start from there either by local towards Kamshet(Pune) or catch a jeep or something. SG was being annoyed regarding the cake all the way. As we reached Lonavala, Badhe called to tell that they have already boarded Pune local for Kamshet and it was about to start. AC and me got down and decided to forgo the ticket formalities as we were running (of time). We, all six of us, hardly met at the platform then the local started. The destination was couple of stations away. We finally were on 'track' on the trek which we planned haphazardly. Kamshet station was funny. SG had to be convinced that those are not two words to be understood separately. Dirty mind!!! We crossed the tracks avoiding the fob (don’t imitate, could be dangerous) AC got his knee injured which haunted him all the day. We enquired with people and understood that we had to go to Kale colony first and from there transportation would take us to the final destination. Was 9.30 in morning and many of us had nothing for breakfast. So decided to feat on Misal there. Was (seemed) great! As expected SG had faulted in one more area of cake. So suggested we should pack cake from there from Kamshet only. From that small shop we also had bread packed (which we later realized too much). We - all of us- got stuffed on the back seats of a trax and we too qualified for Guinness being a part of trax carrying 1.5 dozens of humans to Kale colony stop, 20-25 min.s away. Getting there was easier than getting the feeder to TikonaPeth. Yet we managed to confuse a carrier driver. The ride gave us nice view of Pavana Nagar dam. (Damm pavan-a !!!)

To be or not to be?

All unwatched movies on my new external drive were driving me crazy. Finally managed to sleep at 1am in morning telling myself to keep promise to AC that I would see him at Thane station at 6. Alarm too did not flunk. Got up at 4:45. But never wanted to start. Thought would give some excuse to all friends. Finally decided to take a chance and call AC and check with him. I guessed as he had not called me to wake me up as I told him to, he must be asleep. So just wanted to have another excuse not to start, and counted on AC, he would give me one. He picked up the call only to tell that he had started and already approaching CST station. Alas, I had to get going. Told him that I would join him soon at the station. I would have missed all the fun had AC was not there. Guess what, I was not the only person calling AC to check his status. We all knew he had to start first to cover maximum distance. Even Badhe checked with him. Suhas and Rade were then moved. The entire starting problems were shared by all of us only later following days. Really, it was a trek that never meant to be......

शनिवार रविवार

आधी शनिवार रविवार म्हणजे पर्वणी असायची...

शाळेला अर्धी बुट्टी आणि दिवसभर गप्पा गाणी असायची...

दुपारची शाळा अर्धाच दिवस सकाळी असल्याने शनिवार गंमतवार बनायचा...

शाळा संपल्यावर क्रिकेट, ढोली चा डाव रंगायचा....

रविवार मग अख्खा टी.व्ही. पाहण्यात जायचा....

रंगोली पासून मराठी चित्रपटापर्यंत एकूण एक कार्यक्रम रंगायचा...

नाहीच असं झालं तर नदीकिनारी सायकलीवर ट्रीप व्ह्यायची, निदान काही शंख शिंपले तरी जमायची....

आता सुद्धा शनिवार रविवार रंगतोच की...

पण येणाऱ्या वीकेण्डपेक्षा दगदगीच्या डेडएण्डचे अधिक अप्रूप असते...

आठवडाभर दिलेले शिव्याशाप मोजण्यातच अर्धा वेळ जातो, उरलेला मग नवीन व्यथा शोधण्यासाठी असतोच की...

शनिवारी रात्री लक्षात येतं की, काही तरी एक्साईटींग केले पाहिजे, पण सर्जनशीलतेला लागलेला शाप एका रात्रीत थोडाच जाणार असतो?

उरलेसूरले चैतन्य मग टी.व्ही.च्या रीयालिटी शो साठी कामी येते, असं करतं मग ती संध्याकाळपण जाते...

झोपताना परत विचार डोकवतो, ह्या वीकेण्डला तरी आपण काय नवीन केलं?

जमेच्या बाजुला फ़ार काही नसतं, असलचं तर आळसाचं भलं मोठ्ठं शून्य असतं.

येत्या वीकेण्डला मात्र असं नाही होवु द्यायचं, जे जे जमेल ते सर्व मनमूराद करायचं,

पण म्हणजे नक्की काय करायचं? हा प्रश्न कधीच सतावत नाही....कारण मनात सोमवारच्या नवीन टेंशनने पुन्हा आपलं डोकं वर काढलेलं असतं....

ती:तो

ती: ए मी कशी दिसतेय?

तो: सुंदरच दिसतेस की .................असं सांगु की खरं सांगु?

स्वातंत्र्य

स्वातंत्र्य म्हणजे नक्की काय? याचा अर्थ मला आज तोवर कळाला नाहिये. मागच्या पिढीचं एक ठिक आहे. त्यांच्या साठी गोऱ्यांपासुन मुक्ती म्हणजे स्वातंत्र्य होत. म्हणजे निदान दररोज राजकर्ते म्हणुन ते न दिसणे असा त्याचा आता अर्थ लावता येतो. पण माझा मुद्दा हा देशाबद्दलच्या स्वातंत्र्याचा नाहीच. मला स्वातंत्र्य वैयक्तीक पातळीवर शोधायचयं. मी शोधतोय देखील पण आश्चर्य ते हे कि प्रत्येक वेळेस मला ते मृगजळच  वाटते. 

जगण्यात सर्वात मोठं पारतंत्र्य म्हणजे विचारचं. आपल्या विचारांवरही आपला हक्क नसावा ह्यासरखा दुसरं दुर्दैव म्हणता येणार नाही. अगदी लहानपणी शाळेच्या निवडीपासुन छोट्या छोट्या निर्णयापर्यंत हे असच घडतं. कोणी म्हणेल, ह्यात वाद घालण्यासारखं काही नाही. मान्य. पण ह्यापैकी किती निर्णयांचा नंतर डोळसपणे विचार तरी होतो, हा मुद्दा. थोडक्यात काय तर जे विचारांचं तेच निर्णयाचं. आपले नेर्णय आपल्याला न घेता येणे हे पण अर्धनशिबीचं. मग तुमच्याकडे निर्णय घेण्याची क्षमता असो वा नसो. तसं ही क्षमता तपासण्याची संधी पण ह्या पारतंत्र्यात मिळत नाहीच. आणि आपण कर्तेधर्ते झाल्यावरही हे चालुच असते. कधी सहकाऱ्याच्या, अधिकाऱ्याच्यारुपाने हे पारतंत्र्य आपल्या आयुष्यात डोकवतेच तर कधी निव्वळ आपल्या अनभिज्ञ्यतेमुळे

 हे घडते.

मग प्रश्न उरतो तो हा कि हे पारतंत्र्य लादत कोण? कोण आपल्या मनावर साम्राज्य करतो आणि आपल्याला ते आयुष्यभर कळतदेखील नाही? आणि ह्या पारतंत्र्याची आपल्याला इतकी सवय का झाली?

प्रश्न जितके कठीण उत्तरे तितकी सोपी असं कोणी  तरी म्हणलं आहे. पण ते काही इथे लागु पडत नाही हे उघड वाटते. तेव्हा माझा हा खुला सवाल आहे, ह्याला आपापल्या अनुभवानुसार आणि मान्यतेनुसार उत्तर कळवावे आणि माझ्या विचारांना दिशा द्यावी, ही विनंती.

कोसला: एक चिंतन

कोसला पुन्हा एकदा......चार वर्षांनंतर आज कोसला परत वाचलं...परत मला ते "माझं" वाटलं...म्हणजे एखादी व्यक्ती अस्सं इतकं आपल्या जीवनाबद्दल कस्सं लिहु शकते? ते पण काहीही ओळखं नसताना?तशी चार वर्षांमध्ये माझ्या ऎहीक आणि वैयक्तिक जीवनात फ़ार फरक पडलाय असं नाही...हो एक मात्र नक्की अनुभवाबद्दल बोलायचं झालं तर तीच काय ती कमाई...

माझी ओळख वाचक म्हणुन नाही हे आधीच मान्य केलयं. त्यामुळे वाचनाचा वेगही साधारणचं. पण आज चक्कं सलग दोन बैठकीत ह्या पुस्तकचा फडशा पाडला...कारण आज मला न जाणो का हे अधिकच माझ्या जीवनाबद्दलचं वाटलं म्हणुन असेल कदचित...
सांगवीकर हा थोरच..

मी माझ्या मित्रांना नेहमी म्हणतो, कि मेरी जिन्दगी खुली किताब है (तसा काहिंना हा आक्षेपार्ह मुद्दा वाटतोच) पण मनातील गुंता कोणाला सांगता येत नाही..तो एक तर अनुभवावा तरी लागतो नाही तर विसरावा तरी...ह्याच गुंत्याच्या अनुभवाचे दर्शन मला परत सांगवीकरांकडुन झाले.

उदाहरणार्थ, समोरच्यावर कारण (आणि विषेशतः स्वभाव) नसताना चिडणे, जुन्या नात्यांना उगाच फाटे फोडणे, जवळच्या मित्रावर तो चांगला आहे हे माहित असुनही वैतागणे, नव्या ओळखीला जवळ करुन नको तेवढा विश्वास करणे वैगेरे ह्या त्याच्या गोष्टी त्याच्या की माझ्या ???.

वेळापत्रक तयार केलं, पाच महिन्याचा अभ्यास दीड महिन्यात...ह्या वाक्यासाठी पांडोबाला माझं वैयक्तीक Nobel केव्हाच मिळालंय...

समजातील हलाहल आणि मनातील चलबिचल ह्या एकमेकांना इतक्या कशा पोषक ठरव्या??? खोल कोपऱ्यातील दुःख असं मुसंडी मारुन का परत जीवनात डोकवतं? आणि प्रत्येक खेपेला अधिक त्रासदायी का बनतं?काहि प्रश्न असे अनुत्तरीतच का रहावे?

होस्टेल वरचे तर कितीतरी विचार (मी कधी काळी न लिहिलेल्या) माझ्या डायरीतुन उचलले वाटतात. ही डायरी अजुन एक थोर । माझ्या एका Non-मराठी मित्राला हे मी सांगीतले, तर तो म्हणाला, उसमे क्या है? चेतन भगत की बुक मे भी वही है....पण मला माहित आहे चेतन नामक स्व-घोषीत कादंबरीकाराने केवळ घटना नोंदविल्या आहेत. इथे तर मनाचा बाजार मांडला आहे. असो.

हे लिखाण केवळ एका ठिकाणी(म्हणजे माझ्या मनाशी संलग्नता साधताना) मार खाते,शेवटाला...

न जाणो का पांडु नियतीला शरण जातो..निदान तशी वाटचाल तरी करायला लागतो. अनुभवातुन आणि परस्थितीतुन अर्जित केलेलं ज्ञ्यान एकीकडे ठीक आणि त्यातुन प्रगल्भ बनुन जीवनच्या नवीन वाटा ढुंढाळणं पन ठीक. पण ह्यापैकी कोणतिही एक किंवा दोन्ही गोष्ट काहि नियतीच्यासमोर पांढरे निशाण उभारण्याचे कारण होवु शकत नाहीच. तेव्हा सांगवीकर आणि माझ्यातला फरक तिथेच.

असे असुनही ही कलाकृती माझ्या Favorite books पैकी झाली आहे हे वेगळे सांगावयास नकोच. लेखक मला ओळखत नाही, माजे जीवन त्यांना माहित नाही. पण त्यांना एकंदर जीवन कळाले आहे म्हणुन ही श्रेष्ठ निर्मिती. अशा कलाकृतीला आणि साहित्यिकाला सलाम.!!!

Good read is Good Food!

Good read is good food.

People and me know myself as a foodie and not as a profound reader. Last week was amazing. Got to read a lot of good atuff.

1. Marx
Got introduced to various ‘-isms’ and Marx was impressive. He says about class conscious. And its so very applicable today as well. Although he was widely interpreted by various brains and non-brains all across the globe. I just felt (no brains here) ‘class’ (with due apologies to the great thinker)has so much a different connotation in today’s applicable. Today class is not based only on financial criterion. Today geographical factor inter alia plays a vital role. Urban rural divide is one illustration. Among each of the same, specifically to India, creed, caste have their share. Such classification is endless, but isn’t that set to give birth to many –isms in future?

2. Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin
This is the guy! Gr8 ups and downs since childhood. Overcame all adversities. And touched as many subjects ranging from science, polity to marketing.

3. Fantabulous article regarding Meaning of life.
“Inner Voice“ in HT had this one on meaning of life. The article took through lanes of memories, what been done in life and for what in life? Simply put, article said value life and do good. And for the same the Author asked to imagine a place that one goes to feel calmness and think about one’s life. One friend of the author told him that he visits GRAVEYARD. And flash! Me too got that! That’s the place which tells us to be on the correct path irrespective of anything. And also teaches us to value each moment of valuable life.

Finally, all read provoked my thinking and made it worth. So I now commit myself to good read!

A Revisit

I feel good things should never die. And like everybody am searching ways to preserve that one good moment when I revisited happiness. Blog was the easiest.

One of my closest friends got into the prestigious Revenue services. And that’s not all. Because of his positive result came a spring full of zeal and enthusiasm with hope. Finally this lad’s all efforts got paid in a better way. Am so very happy for Madhav. And tell u Madhav, your result not only brought cheeer for you but also a sense of justice that finally BIG BROTHER takes care of all …the way one deserves. And am sure like me many who shared the table that evening, had the feeling that there is a place for everyone.

But am not penning down this for your praise,Madhav…That I have done many times since the day before yesterday. But to share my feeling that that was one happy candid moment in my life that I never want to forget and always like to revisit that feeling by reading this blog. And know what, I was missing such moments in my life since last few days (read : a year or so?) And definitely the path is now lit better it seems.

And finally should I say “Thank u”….well give me more such moments and I promise u also would have similar ones from me.

मला नवीन व्हायचयं...

मला नवीन व्हायचयं...
भूतकाळाला चक्काचूर करुन भविष्याकडे मलाही झेपायचयं...
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मला नवीन व्हायचयं...
इतक्यासाऱ्या बदलांमुळे न होणाऱ्या बदलाला बदलायचयं,
नाविन्याला सामोरे जायाला मलाही सज्ज व्ह्यायचयं...
जुन्या मला विसरुन,
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मला प्रचंड चीड आलीये...

गर्दीची, शुन्यात पहाणाऱ्या लोकांची, पचा पचा थुंकणाऱ्या नालायकांची....

दर्याला आव्हान आजही देवु शकतो, नवीन क्षितीजे आजही शोधु शकतो...

पण मला प्रचंड चीड आलीये...

हतबल झालेल्या गलबताची, नेहमीच विरुद्ध दिशेने येणाऱ्या वाऱ्याची....

परत परत तेच करताना होणाऱ्या दमछाकीची..मला चीड आलीये ह्या जीवनाची....

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मनात हो असतानाही नाही म्हणणाऱ्या प्रेमिकांची, चांगल्या असतानाही सुमार दिसणाऱ्या मुलींची,

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दुसऱ्यांच्या आयुष्याला गालबोट लावुन निश्चिंत आणि बेजाबदारपणे ऐकणं टाळणाऱ्या नाकर्त्यांची.....

आशेचा किरण आजही दिसेल, असं दररोज वाटल्यावर, न उगवणाऱ्या सुर्याची मला चीड आलीये...

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मला प्रचंड चीड आलीये...ह्या सगळ्याची....

चीड आलीये.........मला माझीच..!!!

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