फु बाई फु "Best performance"

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Who is Soharabuddin Shaikh ?

અહીં કોણ ખુદાને પૂછે છે !!!!!!

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સંતાનને સારા સંસ્કાર આપવા ગમે તેટલા પ્રયાસ કરો ..... આખરે તો
એ મા-બાપનેજ અનુસરશે !

કેટલાક લોકોનું દિલ દરિયા જેવું વિશાળ હોય છે, જેમાં એક ચકલું ય પોતાની
તરસ ના છિપાવી શકે !!!

વ્યવહાર નથી બદલાતા સંજોગો બદલાય છે,માણસ નથી બદલાતા ખાલી તેમના
અભિગમ બદલાય છે.

જીવનમાં ફક્ત એક સારી વ્યક્તિનો સાથ હોય તો આખી જિંદગી જીવી શકાય છે,
પણ ક્યારેક ફક્ત એ એક સારી વ્યક્તિની શોધમાં આખી જિંદગી વીતી જાય છે!

શ્વાસ ખુટી જાય અને ઈચ્છાઓ બાકી રહી જાય, તે મોત!
ઈચ્છાઓ ખુટી જાય અને શ્વાસ બાકી રહે, તે મોક્ષ!!!

કોણ ભલાને પૂછે છે? અહીં કોણ બૂરાને પૂછે છે?
મતલબથી બધાને નિસ્બત છે, અહીં કોણ ખરાને પૂછે છે?
અત્તરને નિચોવી કોણ પછી ફૂલોની દશાને પૂછે છે?
સંજોગ ઝુકાવે છે નહીંતર અહીં કોણ ખુદાને પૂછે છે?

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Ek Chhan political Kavita

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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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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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Friends are the source of Inspiration

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આ ચાર વર્ષના મારા શિક્ષકજીવન દરમિયાન મારી પાસે કેટલાય વિદ્યાર્થીઓ આવ્યા. કેટલાક હોશિયાર આવ્યા અને કેટલાક ઠોઠ આવ્યા. એમાં મારી પાસે એક વિદ્યાર્થી એવો વ્યો કે જેને અંગ્રેજી વાંચતાં કે લખતાં આવડતું ન હતું. અંગ્રેજીના મૂળાક્ષરો પણ તે ઓળખી શકતો નહી. મેં તેને અંગ્રેજી શિખવાડવાનો ઘણો જ પ્રયાસ કર્યો પણ તેને અંગ્રેજી વાંચતાં કે લખતાં આવડ્યું નહી. આ પ્રયાસ બે વર્ષ સુધી ચાલ્યો, તો પણ તે શીખી શક્યો નહીં. છેવટે મેં હિમ્મત ગુમાવી અને વિચાર્યું કે હવે વધારે મહેનત કરવી નથી.

આટલી મહેનત બીજા વિદ્યાર્થી પાછળ કરીશ તો ફળશે પણ ખરી! મેં આવું વિચાર્યું એના બે દિવસ પછી મારો મિત્ર કુણાલ વરિયા મને મળ્યો. મારો આ મિત્ર અમદાવાદની બી.એડ. કોલેજમાં અભ્યાસ કરે છે. તેની કોલેજની વાત કરતા તેણે જણાવ્યું કે ત્યાં તેમને એક અભણ બાળકને ભણાવવાનું કાર્ય સોંપવામાં આવે છે. એમની તાલીમ પામી જેટલું બાળક વધારે હોશિયાર થાય તે પ્રમાણે તેમની યોગ્યતા અને ગુણ નક્કી થાય છે. મારા મિત્રએ કહ્યું કે તેણે એક અંધ બાળકને ભણાવવાનું કામ પોતાના હાથમાં સ્વેરછાએ લીધું છે. જે ખરેખર એક મોટો પડકાર છે.

અંધ બાળકને ભણાવવાનું અને તે પણ જે અભણ હોય! મારા મિત્રે કહ્યું કે જો આ બાળક પોતાનું નામ લખતા પણ શીખશે તો તેનું શિક્ષકજીવન સાર્થક થઇ જશે. તેની આ વાત સાંભળી મને એક નવી જ પ્રેરણા મળી. મારા અધૂરા પ્રયાસ અને નિષ્ફળતા સામે મને તેનો દ્રઢ નિશ્ચય અને આત્મવિશ્વાસ હિમાલય કરતા પણ વધુ અડગ લાગ્યા. મને એક નવી જ પ્રેરણા, નવી જ ચેતના મળી અને મેં પેલા ઠોઠ વિદ્યાર્થીને બમણા ઉત્સાહથી અને આત્મવિશ્વાસથી ભણાવવાનું ચાલુ કર્યું. હવે મને ખરેખર સમજાય કે મિત્રો ખાલી હરવા-ફરવા કે ટોળટપ્પા કરવા નથી હોતા. મિત્રો પ્રેરણાનું ઝરણું હોઇ શકે છે. પ્રેરણાનો સ્ત્રોત હોઇ શકે છે.

- અભિષેક સુરેશચંદ્ર સોની, બેજલપુર.

Taken from "આહા! જિંદગી" of Divya bhaskar.
you can read the same by following link also
http://www.divyabhaskar.co.in/article/SPL-soft-plant-turn-them-turn-1111782.html

How to save PAPER (How to save TREEs)?

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3R is the best tool to do that.
1st R : Reduce
2nd R : Reuse
3rd R : Recycle

1. what is the need of "reduce" and how we can achieve that ?
#In the process of not using polythene bags we are using paper bags unnecessarily more. and the pity is that we are feeling ourselves ecofriendly by doing so.
what we should do then ? Dont we have Fabric bags at our home ? use them for shopping. while going out make habit of keeing one fabric bag (folded bad certainly will not take much of your space) with you.
#Good documentation is the key of saving papers. If you do it in hard copies then also if you document it properly no need to print everytime you need the same paper and if you can do it in soft properly ,I mean to say in your computer perhaps no need of printing even.
now this always happens with all of us, that while taking any print we knew that this is already taken but dont know where it is ? and we are taking again. we can minimise it.

2. How to do reuse? we can take back to back print outs, we all use rough pads at our work stations try to bunch your own void official prints and use the blank side of those or if they are in the good condition then even use them for printing.

3. How to help in recyling? any piece of paper should not go to dustbin. make habit of keeping one bag or bin at your home of in office where you can through any paper. instead of tearing of any paper just through it in that bin or bag. It will give you some 5-10 RS. at the month end and importantaly you channel them on the way of recycling by selling them to "scrap vendor" (KABADI).

3R is the very handy and practicle tool to save papers and to save our mother earth.

I inspired by one of my friend Jay's written topic, The topic is having some more statistical data related to paper use.
you can read it by given link.

http://jaybhatia.blogspot.com/2010/06/saving-is-good-habbit-lets-start-with.html
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What is this?

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"

The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?"

The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,

What is this?"

At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow".

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?"

This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".

While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

So..

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.

They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".

Say a prayer to God, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

વડોદરા કાર્નિવલને નાગરિકોના સહકારથી મળી સફળતા

Indians are returning back

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