लाव्हा

18:58

का होत नाही धरणीकंप
का स्फुटत नाही ज्वालामुखी

का येत नाही त्सुनामी
घ्याया कवेत अवनी

कुठला खदखदतोय लाव्हा
कोणता जळतोय हा सूर्य

कोण तटतटतोय पान्हा
कोणता लुचाया कान्हा

जन्माया हा धडपडे गर्भ
वांझ कळांची त्याला साथ

काही केल्या सुटेना नाळेचा फास
काही केल्या तुटेना उदराचे पाश

धरणी कधी फुटणार नाही
लाव्हा गरळ ओकणार नाही
पान्हा कधी झरणार नाही
सल कुठला तो सरणार नाही

we saw and we changed

Rarely do we a scientific principle such creatively related to human experience. This one is from a letter by Marathi writer-director-producer Vishram Bedekar to his wife of many years.
He has referred to a principle in quantum physics which states that mere act of observing affects the thing or process being observed.
Then he moves on to his personal experience when he met his wife forty years earlier:
"see, when i first saw you forty years ago, you started changing, didn't you? My seeing, mere looking at you, changed you. I kept watching and you kept changing. And you, you saw me, you kept looking at me, and I too kept changing. Now I I have changed so much that nothing has left of what I was"

तो आक्रोश माझा होता

सभोवतालच्या दूर डोंगरांतल्या
सन्यस्त खड्‍गांतून जो
निरव खडखडाट रवत होता
अगाध गुहांच्या तमातून
निःस्तब्ध योग्यांच्या मनातून
निःशब्ध जो ओंकारत होता
तो माझा आक्रोश होता

विजेच्या कल्लोळात घनघोर वादळात
वरून प्रपातात चहूकडून प्रवाहात
सजीव स्फुल्लिंगी अंगागात
निर्जीव पाषाणी अंतरंगात
अजगराला वेटाळून जो
मृतवत तमोगत झोपला होता
तो माझा आक्रोश होता

उदरातच भ्रूणकळी खुडली होती
पाहण्याआधीच स्वप्ने संपली होती
वेळेआधीच निर्भावी स्खलन झाले होते
पत्थरी पाझर सारे सुकले होते
अंकूर मनाचा बर्फ़ाने थिजला होता
आर्त मूक तयांचा हुंदका जो होता
तो माझा आक्रोश होता

अश्वत्थाची जखम जेव्हा भरली
त्या अनादी अनंत काळामधून
लटकत्या त्रिशंकूला स्थैर्य मिळाले
त्या अमीती निराकार पोकळीमधून
व्यासाच्या प्रतिभेला उत्प्रात लाभला
तशा निर्गुण नोर्मोही प्रपातातून
जो टाहो उत्स्फुरत होता
तो आक्रोश माझा होता

ध्वनीची प्रकाशरेषा

विश्राम बेडॆकरांनी एका ठिकाणी म्हटलंय, "ध्वनीची एक सूक्ष्म, अत्यंत अचपळ, अतिशय लाजाळू, लपकती आणि भित्री प्रकाशरेषा"! एका इंद्रियाचा अनुभव इतर इंद्रियांनी घेता येणं ही तर एक प्रकारची अनुभूतीच आहे. काहींना ते जमतं. पण आमचं बघा. . . सगळा आनंदच आहे. ज्या त्या इंद्रियाचा अनुभव त्या त्या इंद्रियाने सुद्धा धड अनुभवता येत नाही.

एकदा कुमार गंधर्वांच्या मैफिलीत माझा शेजारी अचानक विव्हळून ओरडता झाला, " . . अहाहा !!!!" मी काळजीने त्याला विचारलं, "काय झालं? ठीक आहात ना". यावर त्याने माझ्याकडे ज्या नजरेने बघितलं ती शब्दात वर्णन करता येणं केवळ अशक्य आहे. त्यानंतर अनेक वर्ष जावी लागली, अनेक अनुभव-अनुभूतींमधून तावून-सुलाखून निघावं लागलं, तेव्हा कुठे कळलं की त्या माणसाचं ते ओरडणं हा हृदयविकाराचा झटका नव्हता. तो एक हृदयाच्या अगदी आतून आलेला झटका नक्कीच होता. विकार नव्हे तर साक्षात्कार होता!

ध्वनीची प्रकाशरेषा, मधुर स्पर्श हा दोन इंद्रियांचा मिलाप झाला. पण त्याच्याही पलिकडे जाऊन लाजाळू, लपकती हे भावानुभव ऐंद्रिक गोष्टींमधून घेता येण्यासाठी मनाची तरलता, लवचिकता, मोकळेपणा लागतो. हे जेव्हा जमायला लागतं तेव्हा आपण स्वतः देवच होतो एक प्रकारे. देवाने दिलेल्या इंद्रियांच्या मर्यादा नुसत्या ओलांडतच नाही तर आपण एक प्रकारे आपलं स्वतःचं अतिंद्रिय विश्व निर्माण करतो.

Cost of Cleanliness

For past few there is lot of talk on the filth and anarchy at Commonwealth Games preparations in Delhi. Western countries have been particularly upset about the conditions. One of the organising officials attributed this cultural differences in perception. There was big hue and cry against this officer. But the fact that what he said is really true. Be it cultural or genetic or something else, Indians ARE unclean, undesciplined, lethargic. You go anywhere in India, you will find these characteristics abundant. Those are some of 'unity in diversity' specialities. Indians might be unique in the amount of filth they crate around themselves, in the degree of recklessness about their own lives, and so on.

In a different perspective this lethargy has benefits attached to it. Indians did not go around marauding and massacring in the name of peace, trade, conquest or politics. Indians do not terrorize countries in 'war on terror'. Indians did not erase forests for Indonesia to Africa to Brazil. Indians did not plunder natural resources, be it underground, on surface or in sky, as if those are infinite, as if they are costless, as if they have no waste.

Indians do have their own houses dirty, shabby, smoky etc. Their backyards are worse. And then there are societies who have great houses, and they have big pipelines throwing all their waste beyond their neighborhood. Its no coincidence that casting and hot forging industries in India boomed the time Europe tightened pollution laws and increased energy tariffs. Now Europe boasts of clean air and scoff at smogs in India and China. Unfortunately smogs are not like rocks, they spread.

I am not sure who is worse, the man who lives in filthy house or the man who keeps his clean and throws his filth all across continents. There must be some mid-way which can be called good.

WTF, why should I care! My economy is doing great in automatic single-use products that I manufacture and sell. But I am aware that when I point one finger at anybody, other three fingers are pointing at myself. This humility is a door towards brightness into long future ahead.

Essentials (?) for Happiness

Received this in an email and found worth sharing :::::::

mnmlist: 10 essentials

I was reading a series in GQ called 10 Essentials where a designer or stylish celebrity names 10 things that are essential to them. I love the idea, but the lists seem like such tributes to luxury consumerism.
I’m the last guy that GQ would interview for this series (I have no sense of style, to start with), but it got me to thinking: what are my “10 essentials”?
And so I made a list:
1. What I wear: jeans. I love the thick texture of jeans. I wear them every day. Some people like synthetic fabrics because they’re lightweight and dry fast, but jeans are just comfortable. I only buy my jeans at Goodwill.
2. What I also wear: T-shirt. I only have a few — black, blue, and grey — but I wear them everyday until they get thin.
3. How I hydrate: water. I do drink coffee and tea, but neither compares to plain water. I drink from the tap, throughout the day.
4. What I love to eat: fruit. Fresh from the farmer’s market, or berries picked straight from the bush. Mmmm.
5. What entertains me: books. Any type. I get them used, from friends or the library.
6. My essential writing tool: a text editor. I’ll also take a pen and small notebook, especially if I’m out and about and feel like writing.
7. What I do for fun: walk. I like to go outside and just take in the city, or nature. I don’t even need shoes — barefoot walking is even more enjoyable. Even better: walk with someone I like.
8. Where I go for inspiration: nature. A nice park, a garden, a forest, the ocean, hills.
I ran out of things at this point — and the last couple aren’t exactly things. I really tried for 10 items but I can’t think of more. If I have the 8 items above, I’m very happy: jeans & t-shirt, water & fruit, a book and a notebook, a walk in nature.
I could live on just those items — of course I’d need other food for nourishment, but not much more. I don’t even need a computer — I could write in a notebook and use a computer at a library to post to my blog.
You don’t need consumerism to be very happy — in fact, I’d argue that life is better without it.

- written by Leo Babuata

तारुण्य

मुलायम छातीवर दरवळ्णारा
तुझा हा हळवा मृदु स्पर्श

त्याचे आर्जव-मार्दव रोमांचसंगत
राहील ना रे असेच कायम

शुष्क सुरकुत्यांच्या खाचखळग्यांतून
अडखळत धडपडत वाट काढताना ? . .

भारूल

तिन्हीसांजेची अनवट वेळ
पुढे निशेचं अधिर भविष्य

लाल निळं काळं पाणी
त्यात अलवार थरथर पाऊलं

घरट्यांमध्ये झोपेची चाहूल
स्थिरावलेला अस्थिर वारा

म्हटलं तर संध्येचा आरव
म्हटलं तर शांतता निरव

डोंगरमाथी झळाळी काळी
उमले तिथून आर्त हाळी

सादेच्या त्या पंखांवर अनवट
येतेस तू हळूच अलगद

आहेस तू अन् नाहीस तू
भारलास सारा आसमंत तू

भरून भारून भोवताल माझा
कणरंध्र माझे पुलकित झाले
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अशाच एका कातरवेळी देवाला
पृथ्वीची कल्प्ना सुचली असेल
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(संपूर्ण भारून टाकते ती भारूल)

Random wandering into Feeling

Thanks to guys like Roger Federer, tears are gaining in respectability. They are helping crying-weeping to come out of dungeons of sissyhood, out into manliness. A man now need not be wary of being rediculed because he cries like a girl. Man can now proudly 'cry like a man'!

A person who can cry, can laugh heartily! But whats big deal about crying and laughing. Nothing. The BIG deal is about expressing, about being able to express, about being in touch with emotions. What will a human be without emotions! ? Human being will turn into a evolved (?) mechanical being, a mere device.

I dread such a situation. I would rather be an ape than a robot.

'Nren (Naren) Nren, 1-2-3, attend board meeting for 1 hour, give conlcuding speech for 13 mins, out of office in 49 secs, turn left into car, drive home, eat for 5 mins, copulate for 3 mins, send emails to overseas vendor, sleep for 6 hrs, . . . .' - OMG - even the thought is making me feel shit scary !

Life in worth living only because I can feel. Lets come together and build an environment where 'feeling' is encouraged and enriched.

मेघ . . . एक सद्य

मेघ हा एकमेव पुरुष असावा जो जन्म देतो,
तो जन्म देतो पाऊसाला

मेघ एकमेव आई असावा जो जन्म देतो अनाकार
कधी इवलूसं सशुल्याचं बाळं, तर कधी देवमाशाइअतकं अजस्त्र पिल्लू

मेघ एकमेव आई असावा जो जन्म देतो निःसंख्य
कधी एकच तर कधी अनंत
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म्हटलं तर काव्य कल्पना आहे
ना काही आकार अलंकार
ना काही साचा ना ढाचा
म्हणून पद्य म्हणवत नाही

मग गद्य म्हणावं तर
ना काही विस्तार सविस्तर
ना कुठे मुक्त विहंगन
म्हणून गद्यही म्हणवत नाही

काहिही असो कसही असो
सद्यस्थितीत मनाला भावतं आहे
म्हणजे काय तर
आहे हे असं आहे
म्हणून . . . ” सद्य’

lethal railways

Indian railways is the third largest employer in the world after Chinese Peoples Liberation Army and Walmart. Its wide and dense network has been important mode of travel and commuting for the huge Indian population.
I have always felt awe at the way it handles all its complex functions with only most basic of technology in extremely populated environment. Not only wonder, I have felt pride in this Indian Railways.
But things seem to be changing fast. safety is waning. there have been six major accidents in just one year. Indian Railways is fast catching with Chinese coal mining in lethality.
Most of the accidents with Indian railways are attributed to human error. In Indian situation I would rather call it human negligence. what else can we expect amidst utter disregard toward any system and discipline.
Number of actual accidents we see is much less than what it deserve to be. All credit goes to Indian compassion. People don't expect systems to work and are always watching out on other people to act out of turn.

पुकार

उसने मुझे बुलाया, लेकिन मै नही गया
दुसरी बार बुलाया, लेकिन मै गया नही
तिसरी बार बुलाया, तब भी मै गया नही
बीसवी, सौवी बार बुलाया, फ़िर भी मै गया नही
वो बुलाती रही, मै न जाता रहा

बुलाते बुलाते, आस्ते आस्ते
सागर कुछ ऊड सा गया
बादल सा आसमा में समा गया

न जाते इन्कारते धीरे धीरे
बहता पानी रुक सा गया
पत्थरसा जमी में बुझ सा गया

बारा कोस

दर बार कोसांवर भाषा बदलते म्हणतात. भाषा ही नदी सारखीच असते एखाद्या. इथे अशी दिसते, तिथे तशी दिसते, इथे अशी वाटते, तिथे तशी . . . .
पण आजकालच्या standardization च्या जमान्यात लोकांना ना अशा बारा कोसांची पर्वा ना इच्छा.

’अनुभव’ च्या हाराष्ट्र विशेषांकात त्यांनी या बारा कोसांना नेमकं शब्दांत पकडायच प्रयत्न केला आहे. निवडक लोकांना त्यांनी ’आमची माणसं’ हा विषय देऊन त्यांच्यात्यांच्या बोली भाषेत लिहून घेत्तलं. महाराष्ट्रातच्या पूर्वपश्चिम, उत्तरदक्षिण कोपऱ्यांतून कोकणि, वऱ्हाडी, खानदेशी, मराठवाडा, कोल्हापूर-सोलापूर, नंदुरबारचा सातपुड्याचा भाग अशा अनेक बोलीभाषेंमधलं बोलणं वाचताना जाणवतं की म्हटलं तर भाषा एकच आहे पण तिची किती सुंदर सुम्दर रूपं आहेत ही! अशा सगळ्य़ांना एकाच प्रमाणात बांधणं पूर्णपणे चुकीचं आहे. उलट असे मार्ग शोधणं आवश्यक आहे की ज्यायोगे आपल्या सर्व बोलीभाषा जिवंत बहरत्या तर राहतील आणि त्याच वेळी सर्व बोलीभाषां बोलणऱ्या लोकांना एकमेकांशी संवादही साधता येईल.

संत

ह्यांना कधीकधी करुणेचे झटके येत असत. त्याची कागलच्या मुक्कामातील एक आठवण : हे एकदा सहज मुलांच्या वसतिगृहात गेले. तिथे त्यांना एक सतरा-अठरा वर्षांचा विद्यार्थी रडताना दिसला, हे त्याच्या जवळ गेले, अंगाला हात लावला, तर त्याच्या अंगात ताप होता. हे त्याला ताबडतोब घेऊन घरी आले. आता आमच्या घरात आमची दोन लहान मुलं वय तीन आणि एक. शिकायला असलेला चौदा वर्षांचा भाचा बपू, धाकटी बारा वर्षांची नणंद सोनी. म्हातारपणने भ्रमिष्ट अवस्थेत असलेले सासरे आणि भरीत भर माझी नोकरी. पण आजारी पोर घरी आले म्हणजे त्याचे खने-पिणे औषधपाणी करणे भागच होते. चार दिवसांनी पोराचा बाप खेड्यावरून आला आणि संतपुरुष म्हणून ह्यांच्या पायाला हात लावून पोराला घेऊन गेला. कुणचे कष्ट आणि कोण संत पुरुष ! असो.

- ’रास - सुमा करंदीकर’ मधून. संकलन: सरिता आवाड, मुंबई (साभार - ’मिळून साऱ्या जणी’, मे, २०१०)

"अगदी मध्यारात्री त्गेयांच्लंया घरी गेलं तरी जेऊ घातल्या शिवाय सोडत नाही’ असं एखाद्या पुरुषाचं कौतुक होत असताना, त्या मध्यरात्री झोपेतून उठून संपूर्ण स्वयंपाक नव्याने कराणऱ्या घरातल्या कर्त्या स्त्रिचा साधा उल्लेखही नाही!

एका हिंदी सिनेमात वाक्या होतं, " प्यार करना आसान है, लेकिन निभाना मुष्किल।".

Shall we rephrase the old english saying into - Behind every great saint there is a woman ! ?

सायंस्पर्श

अजून संध्याकाळ रेंगाळते आहे; तिला पृथ्वीचा स्पर्श सोडवत नाही. तिचे सोनरेशमी हात पृथ्वीच्या गळ्यात अशकले आहेत. तिच्या स्पर्शाने वाळूसुद्धा शहारली आहे. आज माड मोरपिसे आहेत . . . आता अंधार नाही. फ़क्त त्यांचा परर्परांना होणारा स्पर्श तवढाच शिल्लक आहे. निजलेल्या मुलाच्या अंगावरचा हात आईने हळूहळू काढून घ्यावा तशी संध्याकाळ आपला हात हळूहळू काढून घेत आहे. तिची बोटे निवलेली आहेत, अबोध स्पर्शाने भारलेली आहेत

- विंदा - ’स्पर्शाची पालवी’ मधून, संकलन: सरिता आवाड, मुंबई


-साभार ’मिळून साऱ्याजणी’ , मे, २०१०

वसंत

सफ़ेद मेघ
सफ़ेद नभ
सोनेरी वर्ख

सुरेल दयाळ
सुरेख सकाळ
वासंती स्वप्न

आयकर खातं

राजकारणाच्या पटावरचं
लई खास प्यादं
अवो ह्ये आमचं
आयकर खातं

खा खा खातं
बकाबका गिळतं
ततरी उपाशीच असतं
आयकर खातं

इकडून खातं
तिकडून चरतं
वरती चारतं
आयकर खातं

Killer Heart

A man was killed
bullet through his head
from a gun of revenge
and trigger of anger

amidst gathered crowd
of horror and sympathy
the man laid dead
with bleeding head

the killer heart stood
alone with roaring penance
like that raging sun above
behind dancing black clouds

a body was killed
a heart was stilled
black shooting star
in red bright daylight

Here or There, We Are Same

Flooding mines on one side
blasting mines on the other
red flag flutters in between

Capitalist communism at one place
socialist capitalism at the other
innocent folks wondering in between

million poors with trillion hopes
thousands die for thousands to soar
others lie neither here nor there

power in the name of hunger
money in the name of poor
India, China, be it America
Effecr same, colours differ

expression lagging imagination

How to evolve my expression to cope with the speed and expanse of my own thoughts and imagination! ?

Multiplication by Addition of 1

Location: Hyedrabad (India)and many place all over the globe.

Till last week, on the streets of Hyderabad, there were fights with one conflict - proponents and opponents of seperte state of Telangana. Come Hanuman Jayanti, a full moon day and lunatic tendencies spread out like rumours in mist. Hindus and muslims are fighting colourful battles. Saffron and green, the colours of peace and piety, have donned red, the colour for blood and hatred. There is addition one conflict. but I am wondering, as usual, about consequences of this single addition. what would anti-Telangan Hindu and anti-Telangana muslim do when they come across a anti-Telanaga hindu. First fight among themselves and jointly fight with the anti-telanaga. Or first fight among themselves anti-telngana hindu chipping in for hindu and then the two anti and pro Hindus fight against each other with the muslim chipping in for Telangana ? ! ? ! ? !

Oh My, addition of just one fight has opened a Pandora's box! hindu anti against hindu pro. muslim anti against muslim pro, hindu anti against hindu pro. Just an addition of one has multiplied the fights-number to I don't how many, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, or even more. And its raised even more comple questions in my mind. How do you love or hate a person when he is for against you at the same time. Or is it that wars and fights are similar to sports ?! Teammate in club team is your opponent when you are playing for state, or country. Play professionaly - nothing to heart. Can humans fight with such professionality, without taking it to heart?

Oh maybe. And maybe we need to be aware and wary of this profession - profession on blood and profession of blood.

Happiness

Don't use ivory because it comes from killing a tusk.
dont use furr bacause it comes from a killed animal
dont use wood because it comes from killing a jungle
dont use a product because it comes from exploiting a chinese labourer
dont use oil because it will end up killing everything in fresh air
dont use plastic because dumping grounds are overflowing
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Oh God, whats left to use but myself
me, my sweat and my happiness.
Use happiness because thats how it grows

Wanderings in Wonderlands

These are simple random wanderings into the wonderlands of inside !

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Some people say "Nobody is perfect". Some other people say "Everything is perfect" and "World moves from perfect to perfect". I feel the first statment is a seeking one. We define what is perfect and then look, seek such a thing in people, things around us. While the later statements have acceptance ! ! !

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First World has made it impertinent for themselves that third world have money and start spending. What a amusing corollary, wonderful circularity !
'Poor must get rich if rich are not to get poor'
But . . . what a rich can tolerate about how much rich poor gets ?

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How to measure success if it is not to be counted, neither by counting of notes owned nor by counting of claps of appreciation received ?

What is worth of a quantity but the quality we perceive from it or the value we attach to it ? ! ! !

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There are many experiments I have rad about on to describe physiology behind behaviour. But I have seen hardly anything which tries to see at origin of physiology. Say, we know about co-relation between a behaviour and secretion of some harmones. But w e hardly know anything on how conscious thought, beliefs, faiths, emotions, feeling affect this secretion itself

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Wanderings in Wonderlands

There are simple random wanderings into the wonderlands of inside !

रास्ता

एक था रास्ता
चलता हुआ सा
कुछ थे पॉंव
रुकते हुए से
इक थी मंज़िल
धूंडती हुई सी

पॉंव ही जब रुक गये तो
रास्ता ये चले किसके लिए
मंज़िल खुद धूंडने लगी तो
रास्ता ये चले किसके तले
रास्ता ही गर ना रहा तो
दिल ये बेहाल कैसे फ़ुले

Sweet Chilly

Sweet chilly !
if you kiss her
you will taste sweetness,
but if you bite ...
. . . . . .
you will get hot shock
of your life.
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Ah, woman!!!

दगडातला देव

धगधगते शिवधनुष्य
जिवंत होऊन उठले
मला त्याने राम केले॥

आग ओकी रवी
खाली मगरमिठी
मध्ये उभा मी
डळमळत्या पायांनी ।

हाती आले पवित्र झाले
कसनुसे तोलून धरले
थरथरत्या रक्त ओठांनी
हृदयी बिलगून धरले ।

होता माझा दगड
आला त्यात अनाहत नाद
ताणला माझा जीव
त्यातून उमटे टणत्कार ।

परीस हो माझा तू
सोनं व्हायचंय मला
मोरपीस हो गालावर
परी व्हायचंय मला ।

दगडाचा देव होतो
झळाळतो जेव्हा
देव स्वतः पूजतो
दगडातला देव

Into Virgin Skies

hand in hand
fingers entwined
arms swaying
steps aside
hearts facing
I walk with thee

I walk with thee
I walk with glee
from unbeaten path
through untouched waters
into virgin skies
I fly with thee

धुक्य़ातली वाट

धुक्यात कोरलेली नवी वाट
जर कोणाला दाखवावी वाटेल
तेव्हा खात्री बाळग की
माझे डोळे हसत शेजारी असतील

धुक्यात वाट शोधताना पडून
धडपडून ढोपर फ़ुटलं तर
रडू नकोस, माझे ओठ
हळूवार फ़ुंकर घालत असतील

रडु नकोस भेकू नकोस
घेतला वसा टाकू नकोस
धुक्यालाअ भिय़ नकोस
पणतीला विझवू नकोस

स्वप्नातील गाव

घनदाट काळी झाडी, तीत धुकं शुभ्रगच्च
लांब कुठे देवळाच्या घंटा, त्यांची गूढ मला हाक
धुक्यात हरवली वाट, पल्याड माझं स्वप्नातील गाव

कुठलीशी एकली देवी, तिची हडळ आहे पुजारीण
नारद करे कीर्तन, त्याची आर्त मला हाक
शोधी सार भाव, कुठे माझा स्वप्नातला गाव

धुक्याची माती रस्ते, धुक्याचीच झाडे फ़ुले
धुक्याच्या अंधारात, धुक्याचीच पणती वातं
त्यात ओतीन माझा जॊव, चेतवीन माझा गाव

दैवगंध

या विश्वाच्या
एकच पृथ्वीवर
एकच भूतल माळ

सारी सपाटी
अन्‌ एकच टेकडी
तीवर एकच झाड

खाली सारा माळ
वर एक आभाळ
मध्ये एकच झाड

झाड एकमेव
त्याला एकच फ़ांदी
टोकी एकच फ़ूल

एकच पाकळी
पुढे एक केसर
त्यांचा एक सुवास

भोवती पोकळीत
भरला सुगंध
त्यात एकटा मी

दैवी सुगंध
तनमन भारून
धुंदीत एकटा मी

आत्मगंध माझा
देऊ कुणाला
गंधीत एकटा मी

मीच फ़ुलवला
मीच हुंगला
दैवगंध झालो मी

Artist, Scientist and Child

Van Gogh painted in bright sun till his eye site got affected by brightness. In a fit of emotions he cut his ear. Archimedes came out running naked straight from his bath tub shouting 'Eureka'. German scientist had a dream which lead to the discovery of ringlike chemical structure of Benzene. Issac Newton had made two holes in lab door, bigger hole for mother cat and smaller one for its kitten. Albert Einstein's wife has said that whenever Einstein came up with something fundamentally new, it had invariably happened that he would be playing violin late into previous night.


Picasso had said that an artist takes his childness into adulthood. But why only artists! Anyone who has pure intensity of emotions, who has uncontrollable passion has retained his/her childness. Passion to develope, to explore, to invent, to create, passion to change, insatiable passion for new and to be new!

Pearl Millet

Baajraa = Pearl Millet.

PEARL Millet! What a name!

This pearl is well adapted to agricultural production systems of drought, low soil fertility and high temperature. Its not a delicate pearl, but a rather tough and rugged Baajraa Pearl.

Baajraa is sort of word which gives you feel of ruggedness
and
Pearl of delicacy, beauty !

Ah, thats what that grain is! Ever tried any of its recipe - either the Baajraa way or the pearly way ? !

बंदिवान

कृष्णविवरात सूर्य
नपुसंक तळपतोय

ओथंबला पान्हा तरी
बाळ उपाशी रडतंय

सागरात खलाशी
तहानला झुरतोय

वक्षांवरचे स्पर्शरोमांच
उभेच थिजून गेलेत

स्वपुच्छ पकडून
कुत्रा पळतोय

बंदिवान हे सारे
या नियतिचे,
मनोवृत्तीचे
बद्धकृती

God's Abode

What is white but
emittance of infinite colors,
what is black but
absorption of all.

We see black as
absence of possibilities,
but its all possibilities
turned inwards

We treat black and white
as two exclusive opposites,
but God lives where,
zero and infinity meet.

Dreaded Killers At Large In India

One more terrorist attack in India. 11 people died on the spot in an bomb explosion in Pune. As would be expected there were huge reactions, right from candle light peace marches to calls for going to war. People are outraged understandably. But I fail to understand what exactly they were outraged about. It could not possibly be because of the deaths. Because life is not so valued here! Just look at some data published in a newspaper, which was collated from police records. This is just an representative example.

From 1st to 15th February, 2010 in the state of Maharashtra there were 759 deaths due to unnatural deaths. Out of these 759, 11 deaths were due to the bomb explosion while 432 were in road accidents. In spite there is hardly any concern about it. People are driving without regard to rules, police do not have neither number nor will to control improper driving, administration is least concerned and political parties are concerned only to extend of arranging populist protests when administration tried to implement any rule.

Second largest killer is Suicides. There were 217 suicides in the state in the period between 1st to 15th February, 2010. There is lot of political awareness on this issue. Grants and concessions are being offered. But nobody knows how much of it reach the actual victims and affectees. No doubt there are systemic issues which push people over the brink. But there are also behavioural issues which nobody wants to talk about. Indebtedness, fear of failure, emotional turbulance do not happen overnight nor without personal and social behavioural and emotional issues. But these need a long time support, and not quick fix publicity.

भिंती

भिंती असाव्यात बुरुजासारख्या
उंच रुंद दणकट भक्कम,
झरोके असावेत मोठे पुष्कळ
प्रकाशाला जाण्यायेण्यासाठी

नादप्रकाश

आलाप दूरचा झंकारतो तारा
अतर्क्य पोकळीत उठतो घुमारा
जळमटे सारी खडबडून फ़ुलली
नादप्रकाशे उजळून उडाली

कैदी

तुरुंगाबाहेरचे
कैदी सारे
यापेक्षा कैद
बरी म्हणावे

मर्ढेकरांची कविता

किती पायी लागूं तुझ्या
किती आठवू गा तूंते;
किती शब्द बनवूं गा
अब्द अब्द मनी येते

बा. सी. मर्ढेकर

All The Colours In Blue

Oh, my lovely dear
will you help me
see
all the colours in blue?

Oh, my lovely dear
can you help
me
see
all the colours in blue?

Oh, my lovely dear
can I ever
see
all the colours in blue?

My lovely dear
can I ever
see
all the colours in you?

Why Me

From million silent wanderings
into aloneness
when God threw me
into loving arms
I did not ask Him
"Why me?"

When a curtain of rain
opened suddenly
peacock danced his lovedance
only for my rain-wet soul
I did not ask Him
"Why me?"

Today like trillions trillions
bodies before me
I lye ailing and waiting for eventual
arm of time clock to come out and touch me
I ask Him wailing
"Why me?"

When He parted me into this world
I did not ask, "Why me?"
When He is welcoming me back
I do ask, "Why me?"
Such is love
Such is Maayaa

झॊका

पिसाच्या दोरीने
वारा देई झोका
झोक्याच्या वाऱ्याने
पतंग झाला माझा

माया आणि मोहिनी
झोका गेला आला
आसक्तिच्या वक्षावरून
पदर असा पडला

xxx Envy

"If a woman says she never had penis envy then probably she had never travelled in a bus for 12 hours with desperate need to pee", wrote a woman in an newspaper article. I can imagine her ordeal. Getting down from a bus on such a occasions I have thanked God for not making me a woman in India. Forget about 12 hours, I have the luxury of not waiting even for minutes.

I was travelling in a bus while reading this article. Reading it made me uncomfortable. I once again asked driver to stop the bus. Relieved, I returned to my seat, feeling comfortable. I started thinking. And the first thing my mind stumbled upon was irony. A gender, with its anatomy and type of dressing, can actually relieve with no exposure waits for hours to find a toilet, howmuch unclean or stinking. While the gender, with its anatomy and type of clothing he wears, goes about doing anywhere and howsoever he wants to.

So the problem obviously not in the lower part of body but somewhere in upper parts, in hearts and minds. Problem is not in the location of organs that developed in evolution, but the problem is in the way the 'evolved' human is perceiving those organs and those locations. Its not only genitals but whole perception of genders.

Lets look at the other side of this coin talk of pride instead of envy. Feeling envious for years and years hasn’t helped much, so why not try feeling proud! Its not enough that a woman here or a woman there feeling proud. Many many women need to feel pride in themselves, they need to come together help each to overcome anxiety and feel good with their own selves. Pride is not something that should be begged for but it’s a thing to be felt and proclaimed. They need to stand up and demand. Demand be it dignity, be it product or whatever. In today's world overflowing with technology and products and gadgets, women have not demanded a single product that would enable them to respond to nature's call in time and with privacy and dignity their present mind set-up requires. Not a single woman designer has found it worthwhile to design such a product, speaks for itself. It explains why envy and not pride.

Talking so much about what women feel and what they should feel, I should also be talking of what men feel. Maybe I will write about 'breast envy' or 'motherhood envy' and may also about 'breast pride' and 'motherhood pride'

Amen

'Hitchhiker's Game', 'Guide' and Games People Live

There is a wonderful story by Czech writer Milan Kundera in which a couple is driving. Journey is long and monotonous. To make it a little interesting, the girls thinks of a game. She would act as a hitchhiker and ask for a lift. And then they would continue like they are two strangers meeting for the first time this way. And the game starts. Both of them don't realize when they have stopped playing a game and the game has started playing with them. For reader it’s a journey through diverse, and often conflicting, human emotions. A drama of real life, temporarily called 'game'.

There was a very famous Hindi movie titled 'Guide'. In this the hero is jailed for a crime. After completing his jail term he is out free and wandering here and there without purpose. He wanders into a famine struck area. The village he walks into is facing total water scarcity and is looking into calamity. His attire, his demeanor make the village take him as some kind of Godman. They had given up all hope from earthly things and were feeling that only divine miracle could save them. He tries to convince them that he is no Godman, on the contrary he is a freed convict. But desperate villagers did not want to let go off their only ray of hope. Looking at their desperation, their absolute haplessness, he relents to act up as Godman. He had not realized that it would be a path of no return. From then on he was a mere pawn in the game that the fate was playing with him.

Keep away these dramatic examples. Unknowingly we give birth to so much of drama. Many a times it starts with noble intention, many times intentions are selfish or mean. Whatever be the intentions, as we start getting more and more engrossed, it becomes more and more difficult to differentiate whats in the game and whats out of it, what is life and what is just a game, who is playing and who is played. Master does not realise when he became slave of his mastery. That’s why Kahlil Gibran has warned freedom seekers to 'be free even from the thought of freedom', lest the thought itself will bind you. Unknowingly you may get enslaved by your obsession of freedom.


Lovely was the game I played
Enchanting was the game I played
Enthralling was the game I played
Enslaving was the game I played
Slave of my own self