tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126704472024-03-07T13:52:37.818-05:00Jupiter thinks .... ohh, does he?Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-60092419385298172292008-07-01T02:06:00.001-04:002008-07-01T02:10:00.365-04:00Salam - vidambanSalam, bhaiyo aur beheno sabko salam<br /><br />good morning mail la salam<br />forwards na salam<br />replies na salam <br /><br />mails madhun aalelya ganjkyaa vakyanna salam<br />faaTkya Tukaar kavitela salam <br /><br />kadhihi na sampaNarya discussions na salam<br />mail-chains na salam<br />mail na vaachta ti kuNi pathavli aahe he pahun delete karNaryala salam <br /><br />gaD-killyanchya swaaryaa karNaryanna salam<br />tyaachya pravaas varNanaanna salam<br /><br />blog links paathavNaryanna salam<br />Tukaar blogs na salam<br />aaNI te lihilya baddal swatahla khup shahana samajaNaryala salam<br />tya Tukaar blogs var comment karaNaaryanna salam <br />comments-chya laalasene to blog mail madhye paste karun paaThavaNaryannaa salam <br /><br />dusryala uksavNarya mails na salam<br />te lihiNarya kuTil manaanna salam <br />aaNI tyala baLi paDlelya pichlelya lokanna salam <br /><br />mails varchya navra-bayko chya bhanDaNaala salam<br />mails-var mitraan madhye hoNarya baa-cha, baa-chi la salam<br />fakta e-mail var netyanchya navane aarDa oraD karaNaryanna salam<br />devaanche photo paathavun te pudhil 10 minitaat aaNkhi 10 lokanna paathavaayla laavNarya mails na salam<br /><br />te vaachun aaplyla-dekhil mail karaNarya bua/bai la salam <br />tasa nahi kela tar vaait ghaDel asa punha lihun paathavaNarya dubaLyaa, andha-shraddhaLu manala salam <br /><br />lalanaanche ashlil photo paathavNarya havsaaTlelyaa-pisaaTlelyaa lokanna salam <br />tya lalanaanna salam<br />te photos kadhNaryala photowalyala salam<br /><br />Salam, bhaiyo aur beheno sabko salam<br /><br />Anek haat aste tar anek hatanni kela asta salam<br />paN haat fakta donach<br />tyaatla ujwa “me kaam kartoy” asa daakhavNyachya bhitine mouse var thevalela <br />mhaNun Davyaa haatane salam <br /><br />Salam, bhaiyo aur beheno sabko Salam!Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-4116592755247575072008-04-05T02:28:00.007-04:002008-04-05T04:21:09.159-04:00Rent-a-JohnMy car should be carry the label "Sulabh Shouchalay" for crows and sparrows. This reminds me of the mobile toilets in USA, generally with a painted line "rent-a-john" and a phone number - 2805 3434 / 2805 2929. Do not call at this number. It's the contact number for Kayakalp clinic - more details on the posters in Mumbai local trains.<br /><br />In one of the Hindi cinemas we have a song -<br />John, Janny, Janardan,<br />Tara rum pum pum pum....<br /><br />Now a million dollar question - <br />What does "John" stand for in this line?<br /><br />You must have thought that by answering this you would get one million dollars. No, wait. It doesn't mean that. It means you have to pay one million dollars to buy this question and only then you will be allowed to answer it. <br /><br />I like to write such stupid and non-sense things. It gives me peace. Non-sense people who like to read such posts would have peace as well. Well, this way one day a compilation of my blogs would make a story for some super-duper hit masala movie - not to mention that it would be a hindi movie. <br /><br />A Big B(bull?) farm in Maharashtra, a couple of Rent-a-Johns at different corners of the farm and a character named Amar Singh impatiently knocking at the John's door with a small bucket in his hand that's leaking a few drops every minute. aah, what a scene to start the movie!Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-14011221538637858742007-09-21T11:45:00.000-04:002007-09-21T11:48:44.766-04:00घरचा गणपती<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5YvSOpJNqwLgdh9j1yNnKZslaMeVuAG66Q3syzp2qoIDBz8yFsVCd7U9RiSEq785mfzr3xr3RqC6becbbxzNl1dJ0HvEEYIvm2bvDdQUKu7GdxYjcsbCZy2W0_S-US_Uw8_T-w/s1600-h/19092007117.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5YvSOpJNqwLgdh9j1yNnKZslaMeVuAG66Q3syzp2qoIDBz8yFsVCd7U9RiSEq785mfzr3xr3RqC6becbbxzNl1dJ0HvEEYIvm2bvDdQUKu7GdxYjcsbCZy2W0_S-US_Uw8_T-w/s320/19092007117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112684571769674178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWvJuQJjtUqtag3wm0DT2jtAMBSh54XU-gySxHqaNIXhZAW_UMIoAxN4bXGtam5d7jl5lU7rI2keHKX9h31skyDxV3n4Fjv5crC1KFXiPlmHD2_759fwPpda4JSPvSVKfnJf5dg/s1600-h/19092007116.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWvJuQJjtUqtag3wm0DT2jtAMBSh54XU-gySxHqaNIXhZAW_UMIoAxN4bXGtam5d7jl5lU7rI2keHKX9h31skyDxV3n4Fjv5crC1KFXiPlmHD2_759fwPpda4JSPvSVKfnJf5dg/s320/19092007116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112684464395491762" /></a>Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-10569711052069640422007-07-17T01:36:00.000-04:002007-07-17T16:55:11.254-04:00AspirationsTo aspire is to seek, to aim, to hope, to desire, to want, to wish. It’s not many times that we pursue things we aspire for. The natural tendency to give up when faced with hardships makes us lose sight of our aspirations. Then one good day we learn of a person who having followed his aspirations have reached heights, is successful – is satisfied doing things that he had opt for. It is the uncomfortable feeling that occupies us when we learn more – this person’s aspirations are or were the same as they were for us some years ago. We are left with nothing but to express grief over our past - how our efforts deviated from the then much sought after aspirations. The same moment there develops a strong desire to get into it again, but the very second moment we give up with the feeling that we no longer are keen sailing in the same ship with the similar interest as it used to be earlier. Our mind is occupied with some contemporary desire that is top on our temporary aspirations list. This temporary thing irritates me and makes me think - is it "to give up" that we aspire for?Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-79827466748851737982007-06-19T16:00:00.000-04:002007-08-16T19:14:34.483-04:00New York TimesThe day starts with the same speed as it used to be in Mumbai - getting up from the bed, mouth-wash, body-wash and I am all set to start the day – with more or less the same enthusiasm as the yesterdays - winding up things and running hard to catch the last bus in the morning from my place, Secaucus, to the New York City - the bus at 9.08 am. The bus takes her route through the Meadowlands Parkway, picking the Harmon cove residents, then through the Panasonic, it has a big office on the way, and then through the NJ Turnpike route towards the New York City (NYC). These Turnpikes are similar to the motorways - the M4 and M5 in London. Back home we have similar ones and one of those is the Mumbai - Pune expressway. As we approach the Hudson River, separating the two states New Jersey and New York, a spectacular view of the Manhattan high rises makes me stare at it. The different shades of light on those extravagantly high-rises always pumps excitement in me and it feels great to get the sight of such a pleasing landscape to start the day. I keep on thinking about the Chrysler, the Empire State buildings and the bus enters a tunnel - the Lincoln tunnel. Build under the river Hudson; it takes us all the way from NJ to the NYC. Exactly when you travel half-way through it you see vertical markings on the side walls - this is the border separating the two states. It takes forty minutes from my place for the bus to arrive at the Port Authority Bus Terminal, a four storey bus terminal located at 42nd street, Times Square - right in the heart of the NYC. There are more than 400 bus terminals and it is the busiest bus terminal I have ever seen – the multi-ethnic human traffic here reminds me of the Waterloo rail station, London. <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/1491841670048604110HbAKjS"><img src="http://inlinethumb23.webshots.com/3990/1491841670048604110S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Manhattan, USA"></a><br /><br /><br />The subway from the terminal leads to the underground metro rail service also called as ‘subway’. Again it’s a long walk, getting down three floors and walking all the way through the crowded subway, not to forget the market that has evolved in the building. From the Flourist to Halmark and Radioshack(electronics store), the building encompasses a variety of shops. Alongside the subway are the musicians coming from different corners of the world, with an amicable smile, singing and playing instruments, sometimes tooled with speakers, trying to make the morning melodious and peaceful. At times the music is so soothing, believe me, that I tend to pause for a moment and listen to that melody. If you note their expressions you will see the content in their smile when they perform - they enjoy every bit of that moment – and so do I. It makes me think, “how frequent do we have the pleasure of having such a contented smile on our face?”. And how can I make a mistake by missing to take a note of our dear fellows, as are on our Mumbai local railway trains and platforms,<em> trying to persuade the perfect strangers to bear the burden of their maintenance with that optimistic vim that makes all the difference.<br /></em><br />The whole drama is alike the one in other metros, the cosmopolitan metros, but with a difference of volume!<br /><br /><em>The italic line is an extract from the P G Wodehouse’s Life at Blandings.</em>Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1157873168550222872006-09-10T03:21:00.000-04:002006-09-10T03:26:08.560-04:00बटाट्याची चाळ आणि आ.अत्र्यांचे कौतुक पत्रबटाट्याची चाळ - एक बहुरूपी खेळ<br />लेखन, दिग्दर्शन, संगीत, अभिनय - पु.लं.देशपंडे<br /><br />मुंबईत बटाट्याच्या चाळीचे प्रयोग जोरात चालू होते. लोक तीन-तीन तास रांगेत उभे राहून पुढल्या अठवड्यात होणाऱ्या प्रयोगाची आगाऊ टिकीटे घेत असत. मुंबईत प्रयोग सुरु करण्या आगोदर पु.लं. नी लंडन मधील महाराष्ट्र मंडळाच्या मदतीसाठी "बटाट्याची चाळ" या पुस्तकातील काही प्रसंगांचे वाचन करायचे प्रयोग सुद्धा केले. "बटाट्याची चाळ" या एक पात्री प्रयोगाला यशवंतराव चव्हाण, पं. रविशंकर, दुर्गा खोटे अशा अनेक दिग्गज लोकांनी हजेरी लावली. अशाच एका प्रयोगाच्या वेळीस आचार्य अत्रे श्रोतांच्य पहिल्या रांगेत बसलेले. अत्र्यांना पाहताच पु.लं. थक्क झाले आणि भीतीपायी त्यांना चक्क पोटात गोळा आला. मध्यंतरात अत्रे पु.लं.ना भेटायला आले आणि पाठीवर थाप मारली. त्याच दिवशी रात्री दोन वाजता पु.लं.ना फोन आला - "कोण बोलतंय?"<br />"मी पु.लं.देशपांडे बोलतोय."<br />"अत्रे बोलतोय. काय करताय? "<br />"आता रात्री दोन वाजता आमच्या सारखी सज्जन मंडळी काय करणार? आपल्या घरी झोपलो होतो. "<br />"उद्याचा 'मराठा' वाचा. अत्ताच बटाट्याच्या चाळीवर लेख संपवला."<br />"(मनात) बाप रे!"<br /><br />दुसऱ्या दिवशी म्हणजे ४ जुन १९६१ च्या "मराठा" या बातमी पत्रात "बटाट्याची चाळ" ह्यावर अग्रलेख छापून अला होता.<br /><br />क्या बात है!<br />कौतुक करायची ही "अत्रे" पद्धत.Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1152103631178247232006-07-05T08:09:00.000-04:002006-07-05T09:27:37.606-04:00काटा रुते कुणाला ..."हे बंध रेशमाचे" ह्या नाटकाच्या संगीत दिग्दर्शनाच्या वेळी रणजीत देसाई, शांताबाई शेळके आणि पं.जितेंद्र अभिषेकी ह्यांची चर्चा चालू होती. त्या वेळी एका गाण्याच्या भावोत्कटतेविषयी पंडीतजींनी विचार मांडला एका शेराच्या स्वरूपात.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7526/1062/1600/jitendra%20abhsheki%201.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7526/1062/320/jitendra%20abhsheki%201.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />लोग कांटों की बातें करते है,<br />लोग कांटों की बातें करते है,<br />हमने तो फूलोंसे जख्म खाये है।<br /><br />शांताबाईंच्या मर्मातल्या मनाला ती भावना क्षणार्धात उकलली आणि त्यांनी गाणं रचलं - <br /><br />काटा रुते कुणाला<br />आक्रंदतात कोणी <br />मज फ़ुल ही रुतावे<br />हा दैवयोग आहे...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7526/1062/1600/shanta%20shelke1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7526/1062/320/shanta%20shelke1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />सौजन्य: नक्षत्रांचे देणे, पं. जितेंद्र अभिषेकी यांच्यावर आधारीत कार्यक्रमJupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1151580695228150182006-06-29T07:26:00.000-04:002006-06-29T07:41:44.070-04:00....पण मुंबईची सर नाही!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7526/1062/1600/why%20not%20mumbai.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7526/1062/400/why%20not%20mumbai.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Click on the above picture if the text in it is not clearly visible.<br /><br />Courtesy: The Times Of India, June 29 2006, Mumbai EditionJupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1142530550453681742006-03-16T12:29:00.000-05:002006-03-16T12:40:42.246-05:00Pichkaris re-engineeredPichkari is a small tool, generally made of plastic material with a cylinder and piston assembly, being used by people of all ages to sparge colored water on others and celebrate Holi - the color festival. Playing Holi with pichkaris is a tradition now. As the festival approaches, the shops in the market are seen reshaping their face with eye-catching powder-colors that we apply on each others face and a range of pichkaris hanging over them. No wonder that school children rush to these roadside shops with their parents to get one, in addition to the one bought last year. And the scene has not changed since decades. Since its introduction the pichkari has taken different shapes like the original piston–cylinder assembly, pistol shapes, bird and animal designs and many more seen hanging at the roadside shops as Holi approaches.<br /><br />It was Holi yesterday and as I passed through the market, I was curious to see some new designs introduced. One such design made me say that even the pichkaris are being reengineered to serve in a better way. A small boy was demonstrating a new design. Two one and a half litre cold-drink bottles made of plastic were joined together for storage and hanged on the back like a sack; the piston-cylinder assembly physically connected to these bottles through a small plastic/rubber tube. I paused there for a minute to see the design neatly. It was awesome. This was the best design of pichkari I had ever seen since my childhood.Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1140633000419867962006-02-22T13:28:00.000-05:002006-02-22T13:55:05.966-05:00झाला महार पंढरीनाथ - ग.दि.मा आणि बाबूजीग.दि.मांनी लिहिलेलं आणि बाबूजींनी संगीत दिलेलं एक गावरान गीत - <br /><br />झाला महार पंढरीनाथ<br />काय द्येवाची सांगू मात<br />झाला महार पंढरीनाथ ॥धॄ॥<br /><br />नेसला मलीन चिंधोटी<br />घेतली हातामधी काठी<br />घोंगडी टाकीली पाठी, टाकीली पाठी, टाकीली पाठी<br />करी जोहार दरबारात <br />झाला महार पंढरीनाथ ॥१॥<br /><br />मुंडाशात बांधिली चिठी<br />भेटतो दुरून जगजेठी<br />तामाजीनं विकली जी कोठी, विकली जी कोठी, विकली जी कोठी<br />त्याचं घ्यावं दाम पदरात<br />झाला महार पंढरीनाथ ॥२॥<br /><br />खळखळा ओतील्या मोहरा<br />ह्याची मोजून पावती करा<br />ढीग बघून चमकल्या नजरा, चमकल्या नजरा, चमकल्या नजरा<br />शहा घाली बोट तोंडात<br />झाला महार पंढरीनाथ ॥३॥<br /><br />झाला महार पंढरीनाथ<br />काय द्येवाची सांगू मात<br />झाला महार पंढरीनाथ ॥धॄ॥Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1140631142079935782006-02-21T23:56:00.000-05:002006-02-22T12:59:02.093-05:00The Gorgeous at canteenGorgeous would be the word to describe her. She was having lunch and I entered the canteen to accompany my friends for a cup of tea. The first thing that captured my mind was her splendiferous and voluptuous beauty. I had almost lost myself to her, as usual, when my friends, they think, brought me out of the dreamy-world. I am still following her. I cannot think of anything else but her elegant blue dress, her black innocent eyes and her lovely and fair skin - lustrous enough to please ones senses. If I am not mistaken, as is not the case always, those eyes were also desperate to capture every move I made. Just heard that today is her first day in our company.Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1140253859964782792006-02-18T02:43:00.000-05:002006-02-18T04:19:35.296-05:00Feeling proud of ones own countryLast weekend I attended a lecture from Prasad Chikse, member of the Vision 2020 comitee led by our current president Dr.Abdul Kalam. In his presentation, based on the facts supported by statistical data, he revealed the potential India has in different sectors ranging from Agriculture to Atomic energy. During the speech he illustrated an example of how the Japanese people have pride in the commodities their country produce and how much do they care to save a blame on it. <br /><br />Prasad was associated with one of the social organisations in Kanyakumari and was located there as a part of his activity. One day while he was standing against the statue of Swami Vivekananda, he saw two young Japanese men passing by and staring at the awesome statue. These Japanese were equipped with highly advanced cameras and lenses. Prasad requested these Japanese men to take a few photographs of the statue. The Japanese men agreed to Prasad's request but with one condition. They said,"If we get good photographs you have to say that these were taken by a Japan made camera; while if they fall to meet the expectations, you say that these were taken by a young Japanese".<br /><br />Do we, Indians, have the same attitude? Do we take such pride in what India deliver to the world?Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1139855927192290402006-02-13T13:08:00.000-05:002006-02-13T13:38:47.240-05:00गुलजारजी की "त्रिवेणी" इस काव्य-संग्रह सेकुछ २७ - २८ साल पहले गुलजारजी ने एक अनोखे फ़ार्म की कविताएँ लिखी जो "त्रिवेणी" नाम से मशहूर हुई। खुद गुलजार जी कहते है, "त्रिवेणी नाम इसलिये दिया था, कि पहले दो मिसरे, गंगा-जमुना की तरह मिलते है, और एक ख्याल, एक शे'र को मुकम्मल करते है। लेकीन इन दो धाराओं के नीचे एक और नदी है - सरस्वती, जो गुप्त है। नजर नही आती; त्रिवेणी का काम सरस्वती दिखाना है। तीसरा मिसरा, कहीं पहले दो मिसरों में गुप्त है। छुपा हुआ है।" <br /><br />उसी त्रिवेणी संग्रह से कुछ कविताएँ यहाँ पेश कर रह हूँ।<br /><br /><br />उड के जाते हुए पंछी ने बस इतना देखा<br />देर तक हाथ हिलाती रही वह शाखा फ़िजा में<br /><br />अलविदा कहने को? या पास बुलाने के लिये?<br /><br /><br />कभी कभी बाजार में यूँ भी हो जाता है<br />कीमत ठीक थी, जेब में इतने दाम नही थे<br /><br />ऐसे ही इक बार मैं तुमको हार आया था ।<br /><br /><br />खफ़ा रहे वह हमेशा तो कुछ नही होता<br />कभी कभी जो मिले आंखें फ़ूट पडती है<br /><br />बताएं किसको बहारों में दर्द होता है ।<br /><br /><br />क्या पता कब कहाँ से मारेगी? <br />बस कि मैं जिंदगी से डरता हूँ<br /><br />मौत का क्या है, एक बार मारेगी।Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1139052426883372772006-02-04T06:20:00.000-05:002006-02-04T06:49:51.713-05:00And in despair he thinks....He is very much attracted to her and the feeling makes him too anxious to see mesages from her. When this feeling is intense and he sends a message to her, fortunately getting a reply, he feels blissed. But these moments are not experienced too often.<br /><br />He sends a mail and wait for the pop-up saying "you have a new mail". Each time he has a pop-up, he leaves aside all his work and go to inbox, desparately waiting to see whether it's from her - the girl he is looking for? <br /><br />But to his fortune things don't turn up his way. And in despair he thinks of <em>the ways he can love thee.</em><br /><br /><em>How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.<br />I love thee to the depth and breadth and height<br />My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight<br />For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. <br /> <br />I love thee to the level of everyday's<br />Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.<br />I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;<br />I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. <br />I love thee with the passion put to use<br />In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.<br /><br />I love thee with a love I seemed to lose<br />With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,<br />Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose, <br />I shall but love thee better after death.</em><br /><br />(Originally quoted by Elizabeth Barrett Browning)Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1138630666946093842006-01-30T09:05:00.000-05:002006-02-04T06:36:21.053-05:00Gap between the bat and the padYesterday Irfan Pathan took a hat-trick. And the last delivery of his first over which bowled M.Yousuf is greatly applaudable. The gap between the bat and the pad of the batsman was huge and the ball swung its way to the wicket through it. The wicket took me back to the incident when India was touring South Africa. One of the Indian batsman was bowled on a Donald's delivery in the similar fashion. On this Gavaskar, the little master, had commented -<br /><br />"The gap between the bat and the pad was so huge that even an elephant could have passed through it."Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1137512333307288032006-01-17T10:30:00.000-05:002006-01-17T10:40:53.040-05:00बाल - कविताएक होती चिऊताई<br />ती रोज गाणं गाई<br /><br />एक होता राजू<br />तो खाई काजू<br /><br />एक होता राम<br />त्याला यॆई घाम<br /><br />एक होता वाचक<br />गोळी खाई पाचकJupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1137419392406533782006-01-16T08:48:00.000-05:002006-01-16T09:06:05.716-05:00विंदांच्या बाल-कवितास्वप्नात पाहिला राणीचा बाग<br />हत्तीच्या पाठीवर खेळतो नाग<br /><br />विंदांना ज्ञानपीठ पुरस्कार मिळाला ही मराठी माणसाकरिता खरच गर्वाची गोष्ट आहे. परंतु या आधी आपल्यापैकी किती जणांना विंदांच्या साहित्याबद्दल माहिती होती ?<br /><br />असो, या पुढे अशा पुरस्कारांची वाट न पाहता आपण मराठी साहित्य EXPLORE करूया.<br /><br />एक झुरळ रेडीओत गेले<br />गवई हॊऊन बाहेर आलेJupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1137219051998548262006-01-13T14:45:00.000-05:002006-01-16T10:26:56.090-05:00वात्रटीका - दोन ओळींचीAlso there is a two liner वात्रटीका (वात्रटीका - दोन ओळींची) from मंगेश पाडगांवकर.<br />एक होते दार<br />ते वाजत असे फ़ार<br /><br />On the same lines I write<br />एक होता बेड<br />जो घेतला रेडीमेडJupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1136900068426768552006-01-10T08:15:00.000-05:002006-01-10T08:34:28.440-05:00Joke by SardarOnce a sardar couple gives birth to a baby-boy. The boy is exceptionally brilliant from the birth. He starts speaking on Einsteins relativity theory. The parent sardar gets confused to see this. He thinks, "Oye, ये तो अपने comunity की इज्जत मिट्टी मैं मिलाएगा |". So he decides of removing his baby's one half of the brain.<br /><br />Even after the surgery things do not seem to be in control. The baby now starts writing proofs on derivatives and integration. The parent sardar now has no other option but to remove the remaining half in order to save some respect for his family and community as well. He worriedly proceeds with the surgery of his baby to see his baby say -<br /><br /> " जल खॉबे " !Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1136898836889332862006-01-10T08:06:00.000-05:002006-01-10T08:55:47.893-05:00मेरा यार TDSI was having a chat with one of my friends "TDS" (S for Singh), who I believe has got one of the worlds fastest brains, about the drumming instrument “तबला” and the तबला maestro <i>Ustad Zakir Hussain</i>. I explained to him that when <i>Zakir bhai</i> gives a solo performance and the लय (speed at which the beats occur) is at its peak, one cannot visually trace his fingers rolling over the tabla.<br /><br />And his reply made me more confident about he having the virtue of possessing one of the fastest brains. He replied -<br /><br />"Oye यार, मै भी जब सोचता हूं तब लोग मेरा दिमाग नही देख सकते !"Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1136820003361295602006-01-09T10:14:00.000-05:002006-01-09T10:20:03.376-05:00पाडगांवकर ह्यांची वात्रटीकाएक होता राजा <br />एक होती राणी,<br />त्यांना झाली प्रजा<br />झाली संपलीच की सारी मजाJupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1136444473669073682006-01-05T01:59:00.000-05:002006-01-05T02:01:13.693-05:00आपलं नशीबमला घरुन स्टेशन पर्यंत जाण्यासाठी रिक्षा शेअर करावी लागते. रिक्षेमध्ये आपल्या बाजुला सुंदर मुलगी बसावी असं खूप वेळा वाटतं. दिवसाची सुरूवात चांगली झाली की दिवसही चांगला जातो असं म्हणतात. हे खोटं नाही; मी स्वत: एक-दोनदा अनुभवलं देखील आहे.<br /><br />एके दिवशी रिक्षा-स्टॅंड पासून काही अंतरावर असताना २ अतिशय सुंदर मुली ३ ऱ्या व्यक्तीची वाट पाहताना दिसल्या. "ती ३ री व्यक्ती आपणच, आजचा दिवस खूप सही जाणार यात काही वादच नाही!", अशी मनाल खात्री पटणार तेवढ्यात स्टॅंडच्या समोरच्या सोसायटीतून एक काका धावत आले आणि ....<br /><br />मी आता बस-स्टोपवर बसची वाट बघत थांबलो होतो, आशा करीत की निदान त्यात तरी दिवसाची सुरूवात चांगली होवो. पण काही वेळाने माझ्या सर्व आकांक्षांवर पाणी फ़ेरत एक ओळखीचे गृहस्त मला म्हणाले ," अरे तुला माहीत नाही काय? आज बसचा संप आहे!"<br /><br />आपलं नशीब!Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1135939269662547672005-12-30T05:40:00.000-05:002005-12-30T05:49:56.766-05:00एक मैफ़ल स्वप्नातली..तिन्हीसांजेची वेळ होती आणि पं.हरीप्रसाद चौरासीया ह्यांच्या बासरीतून पुरीया कल्याण रागातील सूर मोहून गेले. तासभर सर्वजण शांत चित्ताने बासरीच्या सूरांत तरंगत होतो. हा बासरीच्य सूरांचा प्रवाह असाच चालू रहावा असे वाटत असतानाच पं.शिवकुमार शर्मा ह्यांच्या संतूर वादनाच्या सूरांच्य नावेतील प्रवास सुरू झाला. तबल्यावर संगत होती उस्ताद झाकीर हुसैन ह्यांची. त्या संतूर-तबल्याची अनोखी पेशकश सर्वांना अनोख्या विश्वात घेऊन गेली . दूसरे काही विचार मनाला शिवण्याचा प्रयासही करत नव्हते. मन एखाद्या स्वच्छ तळ्यातील संथ पाण्यासारखे निर्मळ आणि शांत झाले होते.<br /><br />वीज कडकडावी तशी राजन-साजन मिश्रा आणि परवीन सुलताना ह्यांनी मैफ़िलीत "जान" आणली. परवीन सुलताना ह्यांचं "रसिका तुझ्याचसाठी.." लोकांची मनं जिकून गेलं. <br /><br />आणि मन सप्त-स्वरांत गूंतत चाललेले असतानाच अचानकपणे "बोलावा विठ्ठल.." हे स्वर कानी पडले. किशोरी आमोणकर ह्यांनी स्वर मंचाचा ताबा घेतला होता. पुढे "ज्ञानोबा माऊली तुकाराम.." ह्या गजराच्या तालावर आम्ही नकळतपणे डुलायला लागलो होतो. गजर वेग घेत होता आणि आम्ही "भान हरपणे" काय असते हे अनुभवत होतो.<br /><br />आता सर्वांना पंढरीच्या दर्शनाची ओढ लागली होतीच. आणि स्वरांच्या माध्यमातून ते दर्शन घडवणे केवळ एकच व्यक्तीला शक्य आहे - पं.भिमसेन जोशी ! "देव विठ्ठल तिर्थ विठ्ठल.." हे शब्द कानी पडले आणि निर्मळ मनाला एक अनोखे पावित्र्य लाभले. पांडूरंगाच्या सांन्निध्यात वेळेचे भान हरपले. "ईंद्रायणी काठी..", "माझे माहेर पंढरी..", "जाता पंढरीसी सुख वाटे जीवा..", "काया ही पंढरी आत्मा हा विठ्ठल.." हे अभंग आम्हा सर्वांना पंढरपूरला घेऊन गेले. खरं सांगतो, मनाला एवढी शांती या आगोदर कधी मिळाली होती का याचा मी विचार करत होतो.<br /><br />त्या निर्मळ, पवित्र तळ्यात उगवत्या चंद्राचे प्रतिबींब दिसावे आणि काही वेगळाच आनंद व्हावा.Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1135924057747006592005-12-30T01:27:00.000-05:002005-12-30T01:42:14.770-05:00Abhipraay, full of emotions...In almost all the programs we find a book placed at the counter, mostly at the exit, with these tags "feedback" or "अभिप्राय" in Marathi. Having enjoyed the program, people, full of emotions, go on adding lines in this book as if they will be paid one rupee per word. If it's a charity program then you won't imagine the kind of feedback these people scribble in.<br /><br />"We would donate by any means for the cause."<br />"I am a Charted Accountant. I have links with many financial organisations. I can lend a helping hand. I may be contacted @ #$$%%## "<br />"The program is really worth appreciating. We dont get to see such kind of events quite frequently. Such events are really enjoyable and you people should organize such kind of events every year, if not, every semester."<br /><br />And when the needy organisations approach these, for any means it may be, not to mention the financial help, one would be surprised to see the statistics of the helping-hands. I need not mention it in figures for if you have worked or are associated with any of the social organisations, you might have the exact understanding of the scene these people create.<br /><br />What is it that gives them the courage to make such roobish, irresponsible and never-to-be fulfilled statements?Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670447.post-1134996105288834022005-12-19T06:52:00.000-05:002005-12-20T02:51:02.870-05:0038/2 Elgin Rd., KolkataI am traveling to places in and around Kolkata from my few weeks stay here. <br /><br />I had been to Netaji Bhavan two weeks back. It's one of the heritage sites in Kolkata. What surprised me was the way things are preserved here.<br /><br />On the first floor they have Subhash babu's and Saratchandra's (Subhash babu's elder brother) room and also Subhash babu's office from where he used to operate. On the second floor they have a museum portraying different phases in Netaji's life. The museum features Netaji's military attire and other costumes that reflect his personalilty - not to mention his aggression! Also on display are things used by him in the day-to-day life - the marble plate and bowl used by him while having his dinner on the last day in 38/2 Elgin Road - his place of residence, now known as Netaji Bhavan. One can see the car through which he made “the great escape” on 16-17 Jan 1941 mid-night in the verandah just oppposite to the Bhavan entrance. <br /><br />Having read "Mahanayak", a book on Subhashchandra Bose by a renowned Marathi author Vishwas Patil, I was able to revocate a few significant incidents in Netaji's life while passing through the evidences of those incidents. One of the photos showing the then Congress president, Subhashbabu, bedridden at the AGM at Haripore, recalled the incident of Mr.G not feeling it important at all to take a note of his health, moreover he also didn't care to ignore Nehru's phone call trying to depict the scene at the Haripore Congress AGM and the rapidly declining health of the Congress president. I feel pity when people call him (Mr.G) Maha-atma.<br /><br />On the other hand people are losing memory of the real hero, except for a few local political parties who make an attempt to use his name and in turn gain some votes for their party.Jupiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11523812244681522643noreply@blogger.com6