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ना ‘शरदा’चे चांदणे
ना ‘सोनिया’चे दिस
‘घडय़ाळा’चे ओझे ‘हाता’ला
म्हणून ‘आय’ कासावीस
‘कमळा’च्या पाकळ्यांची
यादवी छळते मनाला
‘धनुष्य’ आलंय मोडकळीस
पण जाणीव नाही ‘बाणा’ला
विळा, हातोडा अन् कंदिलाला
आजच्या युगात स्थान नाही
डब्यांना ओढू शकेल एवढी
‘रेल्वे इंजिना’त जान नाही
मन आहे ‘मुलायम’
पण ‘माया’ कुठं दिसत नाही
‘हत्ती’वरून फिरणारा
‘सायकल’वर बसत नाही
कितीही उघडी ठेवा ‘कवाडे’
पण ‘प्रकाश’ आत जाणार नाही
विसरलेले ‘आठवले’ तरीही
‘गवई’ गीत ‘गाणार’ नाही
‘बंडखोर’ ‘पक्षां’चा थवा
‘पार्टी’साठी आतूर
कुंपणच खातंय शेताला
अन् बुजगावणही फितूर
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By Suhas Patil (surapasa@hotmail.com)
Fwd
By Vilas Bhonde (vbhonde6@gmail.com)
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Friday, July 09, 2010
Monday, July 05, 2010
A most energetic Tea cup
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Today morning when I had my tea, I was chatting with my one colleague. We discussed about the daily routings of ourselves and weather they are meaningful or we are just passing the life, that was our subject of discussion. Slowly subject turns to the matter how he entered in this field.
I am just going to describe the matter what he has told me. After hearing his story I felt energy. I don’t know why? Perhaps I have seen his courage, or experienced his affection to piping design field or his childish behavior. Don’t know exactly but I liked it much and thought of making it in black & white.
Not disclosing his name.
I am writing his story in his own words (Just translating in English)
This goes like this.
When I started to Mumbai I knew only that I am going to Dadar station. Other than that I don’t know anything about Mumbai. What is central? what is western? what is harbor line? No clues. I was very new to Mumbai and Mumbai culture.
I have only one bag with me, I started this very risky journey by keeping my everyting far behind in Amaravati. After reaching to Dadar station I literally seen running people my all around in all direction. For a moment I feared by seeing that. After sometime gathered some courage and asked somebody, how to go to Santacruz? Somebody told me to go to western. now what does it mean ?I can not ask the same question again and again to same fellow so asked somebody else what does it mean?
Somehow question by question and answer by answer I finally boarded one local. The fourth station was santacruz. I am an engineer but don’t know why that day I asked everytime the station name , when train stopped at the station. As I already told them that I wanted go to santacruz , I automatically de-boarded the train when station arrived.
A big question infront of me again. East or West?
I wanted to go to west . I have asked somebody where to go? The direction. He stared at me and asked” padhe likhe to ho na? fir kyon pooch rahe ho?” I silently went from. Thought a while. The man was not wrong at all. I am an Engineer. Why I should ask this question to anybody. That was my fear who made me to ask this.
I wanted to go to one institute . It was monsoon time and raining like anything. I was wet from top to bottom. I entered one building. Fully wet cloths and having a terrible mental state. I talked with the lady sitting at reception. Later I came to know about her name “ Mrs More”. I told her that I came to get admission in piping course. He coldly replied that the admission is over. The batch was already full before 4 weeks. And Its generally happens like that way only she added.
But I want admission, That was my reply.
Now she has attended me properly. Because she had never expected this type of answer from my side. She has noticed me. Wet from top to bottom. Not well prepared as she regularly have seen guys who came for admission. Not even looking like Mumabaikar. so many questions on the face itself. She perhaps read my mind from my face. I didn’t had to tell her much but she got full idea about me. I told her, I need this admission any way. I came here by leaving everything behind, my family and also my job.
Job? She exclaimed , not loudly but I could see it on her face. “I anyway need to join this course. I don’t have any choice now. I can not go to my parents again. I have to join the course.” I told
I am not sure whether she was hearing me or watching me. But she was noticing me with real curiosity. Who I am? From where I came? How can I speak like that? These may be the questions in her mind that time. “I have money in cash” I said. She told me that fees only paid by D.D.
I repeatedly told her that I had not much options. I needed this admission or ….no option. She understood what I mean to say. She asked me to wait. She asked me if I like to have some coffee or tea.
I told “admission”
She replied that she is calling to sir.
Sir means the person who runs the institute. Very welknown person. Very respective person. she called him and told about myself. She told him about me everything. Actually whatever I have described above is , what she told about me on phone that day. Otherwise I was not in the situation even to note myself, How I was looking.
Sir came out at the reception, pat me on my shoulder and asked me about myself , from where I came and all. I simply told everything again whatever I told to Mrs. More. He smiled and told me that how could he do it? The admission was already full even he told that the admission was full even for next batch; December batch. “And you are asking for the July batch admission. How it is possible?” He added
I replied “ that is what you know, sir”. I need admission. He asked me where I will stay. I replied, I don’t know anybody in Mumbai. My relatives never came out of Amaravati even. So I asked him about the accommodation whether they can arrange for me or not? He smiled. They had option about hostels for the distance area students but it was already packed long ago just as admission. He asked “Will you stay at my home? I replied “ yes”.
He gave me admission. He gave me a bunch of papers and told me that It was an assignment and I had to complete it when I returned to join the course. The course would start at 27nd july. 2 weeks later to this conversation.
Our tea cups were empty since long, and even our leads were started watching us. So I came to my place and started my today’s work. May be this whole story doesn’t exactly conclude anything but this is what happened with my friend. And I think this type of zeal everyone should have, this type of dedication to any particular subject lead you to success for sure. May be I am wrong. But I feel very energetic. This was one of the very energetic tea cup of my life.
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Today morning when I had my tea, I was chatting with my one colleague. We discussed about the daily routings of ourselves and weather they are meaningful or we are just passing the life, that was our subject of discussion. Slowly subject turns to the matter how he entered in this field.
I am just going to describe the matter what he has told me. After hearing his story I felt energy. I don’t know why? Perhaps I have seen his courage, or experienced his affection to piping design field or his childish behavior. Don’t know exactly but I liked it much and thought of making it in black & white.
Not disclosing his name.
I am writing his story in his own words (Just translating in English)
This goes like this.
When I started to Mumbai I knew only that I am going to Dadar station. Other than that I don’t know anything about Mumbai. What is central? what is western? what is harbor line? No clues. I was very new to Mumbai and Mumbai culture.
I have only one bag with me, I started this very risky journey by keeping my everyting far behind in Amaravati. After reaching to Dadar station I literally seen running people my all around in all direction. For a moment I feared by seeing that. After sometime gathered some courage and asked somebody, how to go to Santacruz? Somebody told me to go to western. now what does it mean ?I can not ask the same question again and again to same fellow so asked somebody else what does it mean?
Somehow question by question and answer by answer I finally boarded one local. The fourth station was santacruz. I am an engineer but don’t know why that day I asked everytime the station name , when train stopped at the station. As I already told them that I wanted go to santacruz , I automatically de-boarded the train when station arrived.
A big question infront of me again. East or West?
I wanted to go to west . I have asked somebody where to go? The direction. He stared at me and asked” padhe likhe to ho na? fir kyon pooch rahe ho?” I silently went from. Thought a while. The man was not wrong at all. I am an Engineer. Why I should ask this question to anybody. That was my fear who made me to ask this.
I wanted to go to one institute . It was monsoon time and raining like anything. I was wet from top to bottom. I entered one building. Fully wet cloths and having a terrible mental state. I talked with the lady sitting at reception. Later I came to know about her name “ Mrs More”. I told her that I came to get admission in piping course. He coldly replied that the admission is over. The batch was already full before 4 weeks. And Its generally happens like that way only she added.
But I want admission, That was my reply.
Now she has attended me properly. Because she had never expected this type of answer from my side. She has noticed me. Wet from top to bottom. Not well prepared as she regularly have seen guys who came for admission. Not even looking like Mumabaikar. so many questions on the face itself. She perhaps read my mind from my face. I didn’t had to tell her much but she got full idea about me. I told her, I need this admission any way. I came here by leaving everything behind, my family and also my job.
Job? She exclaimed , not loudly but I could see it on her face. “I anyway need to join this course. I don’t have any choice now. I can not go to my parents again. I have to join the course.” I told
I am not sure whether she was hearing me or watching me. But she was noticing me with real curiosity. Who I am? From where I came? How can I speak like that? These may be the questions in her mind that time. “I have money in cash” I said. She told me that fees only paid by D.D.
I repeatedly told her that I had not much options. I needed this admission or ….no option. She understood what I mean to say. She asked me to wait. She asked me if I like to have some coffee or tea.
I told “admission”
She replied that she is calling to sir.
Sir means the person who runs the institute. Very welknown person. Very respective person. she called him and told about myself. She told him about me everything. Actually whatever I have described above is , what she told about me on phone that day. Otherwise I was not in the situation even to note myself, How I was looking.
Sir came out at the reception, pat me on my shoulder and asked me about myself , from where I came and all. I simply told everything again whatever I told to Mrs. More. He smiled and told me that how could he do it? The admission was already full even he told that the admission was full even for next batch; December batch. “And you are asking for the July batch admission. How it is possible?” He added
I replied “ that is what you know, sir”. I need admission. He asked me where I will stay. I replied, I don’t know anybody in Mumbai. My relatives never came out of Amaravati even. So I asked him about the accommodation whether they can arrange for me or not? He smiled. They had option about hostels for the distance area students but it was already packed long ago just as admission. He asked “Will you stay at my home? I replied “ yes”.
He gave me admission. He gave me a bunch of papers and told me that It was an assignment and I had to complete it when I returned to join the course. The course would start at 27nd july. 2 weeks later to this conversation.
Our tea cups were empty since long, and even our leads were started watching us. So I came to my place and started my today’s work. May be this whole story doesn’t exactly conclude anything but this is what happened with my friend. And I think this type of zeal everyone should have, this type of dedication to any particular subject lead you to success for sure. May be I am wrong. But I feel very energetic. This was one of the very energetic tea cup of my life.
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