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 ...
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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 ? !