Ye hai Mumbai meri jaan

I saw a person with a getting down from a first class compartment of Local train. He was wearing Van huesen Shirt, Black Berry trouser with a laptop bag.... went to bootpolish wala... and said... ''Boss, special polish" Ye hai mumbai meri jaan...

baba ke liye

baba ke liye.. baby ke liye... 15-20 wale ka sirf dus rupaya... everyday while returning to home from office by a local train i hear this sound... in the middle of book reading when the song getting played on neighbour's mobile does not distracts me... i get attracted to this sound baba ke liye... he is selling the drawing book... one has to put colors in it and enjoy the sheer joy out of it...the one who is selling baba ke liye and baby ke liye himself is a 'baba'... and he is selling the joy which he should be experiencing... coming at naka i shared this thing... chhotya asked what can we do to change this.... i just said... if you can sponsor the education of on child, it would be enought... in the back of his mind he must have done some calculations... chhotya came with novel idea... what if it is made compulsary for any person who is getting money above a cetain level to sponsor the education of one child in need... what say??? baba ke liye itana kar sakate hai?

It's public....
The best part about being in a newspaper is you are always in public and the worst part is you are always in public. You write a good article and they will talk about ur intellect, style and n number of good things. You do one simple mistake and you are careless, brainless. Not only ur boss but the whole public is talking about ur fullishness and it's horrible. You just miss one digit of a phonenumber and you are gone coz it goes to few lac people...
But life aisa hai to aisa hi hai!!!

Just amazing

पायी शृंखला असू दे, मी गतीचे गीत गायी
दुःख उधळण्यास आता आसवांना वेळ नाही
- बाबा आमटे

Irshaad

रहने दे आसमाँ, जमीन की तलाश कर
सब कुछ यही है, ना कही और तलाश कर
हर आरझू पुरी हो, तो जिने का क्या मजा
जिने के लिये बस, एक कमी की तलाश कर

wowww....

I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realised, somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free : free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them.
- Shantaram

कॉलेजमध्ये गेल्यावर नववीचा पोर्शन बदलला होता. नाक्यावरच्या कोणाला तरी शोध लागला की, नववीच्या पुस्तकात पान क्र. ४९ वर ही कविता आहे. तेव्हा पहिल्यांदा वाचली आणि लगेचच तोंडपाठ झाली
कणा
ओळखलत का सर मला पावसात आला कोणीकपडे होते कर्दमलेले केसांवरती पाणी
क्षणभर बसला बोलला वरती पाहूनगंगामाई पाहुणी आली गेली घरट्यात राहून
माहेरवाशीण पोरीसारखी चार भिंतीत नाचली मोकळ्य हाती जाईल कशी बायको मात्र वाचली
भिंत खचली होते नव्हते गेलेप्रसाद म्हणून पापण्यांमध्ये पाणी थोडे ठेवले
कारभारणीला घेऊन संगे सर आता लढतो आहेपडकी भिंत बांधतो आहे चिखलगाळ काढतो आहे
खिशाकडे हात जाताच हसत हसत उठला पैसे नको सर जरा एकटेपणा वाटला
मोडला सगळा संसार तरी मोडला नाही कणपाठीवरती हात ठेऊन नुसतं लढ म्हणा
कुसुमाग्रज

5 W's and 1 H

Who - me
What - write
When - now onwards
Where - Ya jalyat
Why - Shares peksha Sharing awadata mhanun (thnx vapu)
How - Ala manat, actually Ashwini Shende... maazi colligue... ticha blog sahaj mhanun wachala... watala aapan pan lihayala pahije... tya nimittane thoda nostalgic ani barach futuristic hot hot vartamanat mast jagata yeil.