If only

You will never meet the same person again.

Big events, small incidents knowingly or unknowingly contribute to building our own character. Whenever somebody says that, “You have changed a lot, you were not like this!” (In what sense, the concerned person knows the best!) Then we get realized that, yes! I guess, I changed a little bit.

I always open to any such events which enhance myself, rather everything around teaches us something, the only thing is that we have to see it with different spectacle. One thing I learned that about myself that, I am so much fancy about living on the edge. I likes when the situation let my adrenaline pumping. Be it exam time, any sport event, writing something innovative, watching lots of movies( till computer itself felt guilty), reading something( and forgetting everything) , going crazy about somebody( in spite of knowing the ultimate end). Although I likes sleeping long hours, sitting idle.

I realized after some time you get bored of the things which at some point you think, I can’t live without this! Time passes, you get addicted to something different. In my earlier stay at Pune, I was crazy about CS, so much that nobody can believe, how addicted I was! After some time the attraction receded gradually. Then came back at pune again. Again get hooked for some time. I again smiled at myself. Now seems to be come to ground reality. 

 

Meanwhile, introduced to Blogging and then poetry. Again fell in love with this, so much that at times, I got afraid of myself. Poetry is a kind of sweet addiction which soothes burning heart. I wrote every kind of poem mostly in Marathi, surprisingly some in English and more surprisingly in Hindi. Last summer I thought about a lot about this blogging and poetry, on the verge of leaving all this. I took a break, very confused. I tried to discuss, but later learned that, none can reach depth of anybody problem expect that person. So I thought a lot, and decided I shouldn’t deprive myself from this divine joy.

Someone said that, we get a single life; we should try each and everything. I totally disagree with this kind of philosophy. Life is such an unpredictable phenomenon that let alone rationalizing it; we cannot go near understanding it. I love surprises, also surprising others also. One thing I learned is that, you can’t blame anyone for your own downfall. You cannot claim sole propriety of your success.

Looking back at those memories,

I felt gasped!

I wonder how beautiful days they were.

Though at that time never realize,

The beauty of living the moment.

Time passes,

With little introspection we console ourselves,

I had a good time out there!

Why this lie?

Why such aloofness?

still, why there is guilt?

Are we destiny’s puppet?

Certainly not!!!

I wanna stride out, then do it!

I wanna break the rule, set free!

I wanna ruin myself, get ruined!

I wanna write a lot, express it!

I wanna hurt myself, do it badly!

I wanna study a lot, make it happen!

I wanna screamed like hell, tear it!

  PS: This post contains so much I, me , myself stuff , which i really don't like at first place but still cant resist the temptation.

दुनियेने झिडकारिले , सारे बेइमान झाले,
आतून तुटलो, शब्द मेहेरबान झाले.

Inside story

Hide the pain
hide the tears
nothing gained
nothing feared
all was lost with bloody scars
all it cost
were a few wishing
stars.



I always used to wonder how these poets, authors get inspiration from. Though V P humbly admit that, it is just a matter of one moment, rest is all donkey work(here writing) Yes, everybody craves for that one moment. Although all the stuff i wrote comes within me, but this particular poem i had written was the aftereffect of above lines.( it was a wallpaper.) When i read it first time, i suddenly felt some rush inside me. As my stuffs lies everywhere in the room, so it wasn't hard to catch a pen and book where i was sat. The end product after 10 minutes is lies below.

PS: Don't relate those two in meaning.It was just it spurred me.



What if
nobody besides me,
i will still love
what inside of me.


What if
there is no shoulder to cry for,
I will let myself drawn into my tears,
let tears felt envy of my eyes.


What if
none listen to me
I will let my burning heart to go loud,
so much till i feel numb.


What if
there is no way ahead
I will blindfold myself,
and follow my instincts.

What if
words come hard on me
I will borrow some from you,
to fill the unexplained sorrows...

limbo

At one time so many things invade my mind, having no control over them. Now a day One such thing which dominates all other was, I imagine myself to be in a limbo. I have all sorts of novels, poems, ghazals which I can read rest of my life, having no other things to worry about. I will wake up in the morning (rather in the afternoon) take any of the novels which lie besides me and read it until I quenched my thirst. Then I will write which is mine, mostly poem. I always felt guilty of myself being too lazy. I almost have 4-5 ready plots, on which I can write good short stories, but…Last month the feeling surpassed my laziness (finally!) and I wrote one story. No doubt, felt lot relieved. Now since I will be in a limbo, I can let my laziness to die a slow death then I will ride on my all unfulfilled wishes until the dust settles.

                  This is my idea of inception.   

अंतरे

घेतलेल्या आणाभाका ती सुद्धा विसरली
साथसंगत विसंगत वाटू लागली

आप्तस्वकीय पाठ दावुन पलाले
राहिलेले शर्करामिश्रित जहर देवू लागले

सोबतीही अंतर ठेवू लागले
चेहरा पाहून, तोंड फिरवू लागले

भासे केवढा केविलवाणा प्रयत्न त्यांचा
वाटे अतीव कीव त्यांची

जरी देती अंतरे सारी
ती न सोडी साथ माझी

रोमारोमात सलसलते
कविता फक्त माझी...

पाउले चालती पंढरीची वाट...

रूप साजरे, गोजिरी मूर्ती
घेउनी तुलशी वृन्दावन डोक्यावरती
सांगाया विठुची कीर्ति
पाउले चालती पंढरपूराती|

( i wrote this at 6 am , out of the blue, didn't remember the day. Never thought one day i will going to experience this!!!)

Two days ago, I was off to my mama’s place: Natepute. The reason I was there because almost all my relative(maternal) going to be there, for the palakhi. A Dnyaneshwar mauli’s palakhi going to had a halt at Natepute last Thursday.

I reached there at 11pm. But there were no signs of lassitude in the atmosphere. Streets were pouring of WARKARIS. I had my dinner, and then went off to take a Darshan, but it was a very long queue. If I stand there it must took 3-4 hrs. As I was very tired got back to house.

Very early in the morning, I was very fortunate that I saw palakhi from a very close distance (since our house is very near to highway).

The most important reason because I was there was: RINGAN.

RINGAN: it is a ritual that a mouli’s ashwa (horse) had a three rounds. It consider as a divine tradition. I heard it since my childhood but never had a chance to see one, but this time I was determined!

I heard the almost 400 dindi’s are lined up with palakhi, and almost 2000 trucks were accompanying them. For this reason roads were full. No transportation were available to reach Sadashivnagar( where Ringan was supposed to conduct). But I wasn’t complaining, I walked along with warkaris for an hour. It was a very pleasant experience. I am short of words to describe this. There were young ones as well as aged ones, who had cross 70 but the enthusiasm was stupendous.

I took videos of all such proceedings. Here I am sharing this amazing moments with you.

PS: Here I am uploading only pics, because of dull internet speed!

I am sure u will enjoy the pics as well.

पालखी

वारकरी

रिंगन

माउलीचा अश्व

जिंदादिल

 

When I first heard the death of Dr. Kunte sir, I felt from inside that this should not be happen. He died in a fatal accident. Last year he had his bypass, but he seems to be recovered well, even showed some of  his brilliance ( trademark shayari) at the send off. ( Bhau patankar was his favourite,  like me.)

            So what set apart his from others? Frankly speaking, I was neither his student nor a close one who observed him every day. I guess I met him only 7-8 times but it was a real pleasure each time. That man defied all the boundaries of agedness. He seems to be getting younger by each passing day. Wine taste gets better and better as it gets old, same applied to sir.

                        I heard a lot about him in my graduation days but never had a chance to meet him. It was only when our dept organized a camp at Rahuri, then I came to a person behind the nametag Kunte sir. He was all the time surrounded by the students, he used to question them, told interesting stuffs (which we used to think a bit uncharacteristic for a statistics teacher) but as I said that, “man never rode same trodden path. He was explorer”.

                        We met some people very few times in our life but they leave everlasting impression on us. Why that happened? Because,”inside within us we always idolized some conceptions, a kind of lifestyle which we very loved to live but for some or other reason we can’t. When we came across the kind of people who live according to what we consider the best form of life. We start admiring them, as simple as this!”  I used to think what made me fascinate about sir, whether his enthusiasm, his trademark laughing style mesmerizing the subdued atmosphere or his inner belief that we can make better of everything. I just can’t separate one thing out.

                        At the last day of camp we had a campfire. It was all about Kunte sir night. He told shayaries, gazals , poems, mischievous  jokes , laughed along with us. That night was never intend to end.

            He now may not belong to this materialistic world but his smile will always remained with us.

 

 ज्योत जळत असते
अन समां उजलत असते
ना ज्योतीच्या ठायी कोणा गर्वाभिमान
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कुठून तरी वेडा वारा येतो
अन ज्योत विज़वुन जातो
वाटते मिटाविले आपण हिचे अस्तित्व
पण त्या आधी तिने सारा आसमंत उजलाविलेला असतो |

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