दोन प्रकारची माणसं शांत झोपतात. एक ज्यांना स्वप्नच पडत नाहीत अन एक ज्यांची स्वप्नं पूर्ण होतात. माझ्यासारखे काही अर्धवट झोपेत, उठ्ल्या क्षणाला रागात जागे होत, स्वप्नांची भुतं मानगुटीवर नेतात. कधी वाटतं स्वप्नांना आयुष्य आहे. कधी वाटतं आयुष्य हेच स्वप्न आहे! जाग यावी,निसटून जावं.

Friday, December 25, 2009

A new end….

I love the year end so much….from Christmas to my birthday…its celebrations everywhere…I was actually supposed to make my entry on stage on 31st dec 1986…but I loved dawdling even then I guess…

After very many years…umm six actually…I m having exams around my birthday…
And I am not loving it…

I am a birthday freak…I mean right from my first birthday…yeah I remember the gorgeous cake…I have always had splendid birthday parties…courtesy mom n dad…but my 18th birthday was superlative ..because then on I have had 3 bashes every year…one plus, courtesy my college cronies…

If u haven’t celebrated your birthday at 12 am sharp in the hostel…amid screams, chaos, smeared cake faced buddies tossing you in the air…your wind pipe choked with all the cream…gleam and emotion…ahh…don’t count your years…you are yet to feel alive…



Gosh…how enthusiastically…they ll act funny that eve… ignore you…and manage to scare you till 11.59 pm every year…while you hold your breath and enter your own room…until you here that deafening roar…”suuurrrrprrriiiiiiiiiiizzzzzzeeeeee”……

Ahh.. that feeling of being “Wanted” is just out of the world pleasant…

There are so many stories about this 11.59 pm, “scared to death”, moments I have had…
Last year I was at Dad’s place…and I had brought a pastry just in case…(I always do…I have this obsession about cutting cake at 12 am…as if the world ll come to end if I don’t…may be it will…who knows…well… you see… its not worth taking a risk, a huge favor to mankind indeed…)
..So I kept tossing in bed till 11.50…my bro was much into his NREM sleep…he talks !
and by 11.55.. I was so awake and sure…I even heard the background score….
A fine blend of “Fighting crime..” and “Capt planet…”

So not really sure of what would I be facing… MoJo -JoJo….radioactive waste or the usual birthday blues…I had it my way…and my dad loves to tell that story…
He even has that footage where I sing “happy birthday to me”…
yeah yeah….of course its pathetic…

They all love it…my friends especially…they do it year after year…waiting and watching…until I panic and go on to take out my spare cake(!!)….swallow the anxiety…ready to blow the fancy candle…and Dhaadaaam ZZZZ…
They come to rescue me or may be they are just very eco-friendly!!
And then I pose with the usual embarrassment blush at 12.01 sharp…
wat a cheesy moment !

But then everyone gets plenty of cake…so it’s a happy ending!

On the other hand I don’t worry about Christmas at all…..I go out n buy a nice cake and share it with hostel buddies…
New year’s eve is hardly an issue…coz I have had the best and the worst ones…as long as its extreme…no problem..

JJ hostel is very silent, when it comes to birthdays….and that’s my only worry this year…
My college buddy is in campus, my best friend is in India…Mom s home…and I have reminded every single friend in my own special pathetic way…and they all are planning usual sweet surprises for me…
Still the sky is pretty blue…

But I must tell you...this is a very special birthday…I have been 60 yr old for most of my life…but this year I feel like the youngest 23 yr old on the planet !
This has been a splendid year…coming back to Mumbai…Cleaning off all the DHOOL from past 5 yrs…being optimistic about future…passionate about life, love, music, medicine and poetry….being in Alps…first snowfall…and lot of firsts…missing friends, seniors, juniors, campus, terrace, hangouts …finding new ones…entering the big pool of competition… realizing what matters to me…and that I love my work…breaking free from all emotional liabilities…absolute independence…working as a doc…saving lives...my very first stipend…a close encounter with politics…new books, new movies, sharing my songs and poetry with the world….
And last but not the least… polluting the Blogosphere….

Ain nobody gonna rescue you from my cheerful infectious wishes…as they slowly penetrate your mind…feeling dizzy already?…hurry.. go grab a nice chocolate tart…
Crispy and sweet…wishing you caramelizing…delicious… splendid holidays :)



Saturday, December 19, 2009
















मी विझल्यावर त्या राखेवर नित्याच्या जनरीतिप्रमाणे..

विस्मरणाची थंड काजळी उठेल थडगे केविलवाणे..

मी विझल्यावर त्या राखेवर पण कोर्‍या अवसेच्या रात्री..

धुळीत विखुरल्या कविता माझ्या धरतील चंद्र्फुलांची छ्त्री..

- कवी बोरकर




माझ हे नेहेमीच आहे...

अस काही सुंदर वाचल, पाहिल, अनुभवल...की मला खूप रडायला येत...

असा एक सार्थ क्षण मनस्वीपणे जगून, निरर्थक आयुष्याला आपण सेकंदांसाठी का होईना पण फसवल..

याच आनंदात असेल कदाचित..

असे कॄतज्ञ क्षण फार फार मोलाचे वाटतात मला...माझी जगण्याविषयीची आसक्ती पुन्हा निरागस करून जातात...

अश्या वेळेला मला आईची खूप आठवण येते...

तिच पुस्तकांवरच, गाण्यावरच, कवितांवरच, माणसांवरच मनस्वी निरपेक्ष प्रेम पाहिलय मी...

किती श्रीमंतीत वाढवलय मला तिने...

जगायला खर तर एवढाच वारसा पुरेसा आहे.. बाकी सगळ तुम्हाला मिळवता येत...

मी अशीच चालत असते...चांदण्याचे सडे तुडवत, कवितांच्या सरी झेलत...

आनंदाला मूहुर्त नसतो बघायचा..फक्त 'ये' म्हणायच......

अश्या वेळेला मला आजोंची पण खूप आठवण येते...

तुम्ही कुणावरही प्रेम करा.. निरागस आणि निरपेक्ष.....

and you continue to live in their heart forever....

मला दिसते ना मी...माझ्या भोवतीच्या इवल्याशा पाखरांना सांगताना...

माहित्येय...मी छोटी होते ना...तेव्हा माझे एक आजो होते.. त्यांना किती गोष्टी यायच्या माहित्येय.....

मग त्यांच्याही स्वप्नात येतील... निळ्या डोळ्यांचे, मउ हातांचे, हूं बाबाच्या गोष्टी सांगणारे आजो...

and the love will go on and on forever..........

मला अजूनच भरून येत...

सुनीता बाई माझ्या कोण ?...

बोरकर माझे कोण ?

पण एखाद्या चांदराती.. ह्या कवितांना बिलगून मी रडत असेन तेव्हा मलाही कुणी विचारू नका...तू ह्यांची कोण?

चंद्र्फुलांना मनसोक्त बरसू दे....



कधी सकाळीही

उर भरून येता खोल

दिवेलागणीला

वाटे पाउस पडेल..........

- आरतीप्रभू



आवडलं?

मग १९ डिसें, लोकसत्ता मधला अरूणाबाईंचा मूळ लेख नक्की वाचा, अजूनही काही सुंदर कविता आहेत त्यात...

-अनुश्री

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Being Girly girl…

Statutory warning: this post is not at all about any transgender
feelings or issues, real or fictitious…its just about
the sensitive issue of my haircut…
any pervert comments are severely discouraged :)



It was our first Jean’s day in college..
i was nervous wrek..coz it was 8 months since my ass had the comfort of denim..
(happy days for parents..coz they were anti-denim…I was told…good girls shouldn’t were ‘em…coz jeans are provoking….!!!!!!!! ????…pahleezzzz ! parents !!
they take so much time to grow up !!! )

Jeans day ! yeah..
And rest 364…salwar kameej.. and we were not allowed to look good…courtesy teachers, seniors and parents…in that order…
I am not kidding…it was a very official policy of SBHGMC…till very recently…

I remember in second year , me and Rupashree had decided to initiate a revolution…after all, we were “shree2“…The Official rebels of 04 batch…it was our duty to fight against this injustice !!
So ..we went to posting in style.. came back and swore.. never again!…
Eh..uncivilized civilians of civil hospital…

Its difficult to go out in Dhule in numbers less than 6 , looking even nearly good… once i had to stop our dear rickshawala kaka from getting his hands on a couple of lukkhaas !
not that I don’t love Maramari..i was getting critically late for a movie !!

So the first jeans day….
I was happy!...i dressed up in style, for the eve function…had a great time…every one told me I was looking smart…I was on cloud 9…then I went to mess to get rid of hunger pangs ..and…………

“BAHER Ho….” Mess wali Aji yelled at me…..
I was stunned…I looked at my shoes..i thought I just had accidentally painted on crystal clean floor that she loves to clean…NEVER in years..

“Ram Ram Ram…Girls mess madhe Mula Yayla Lagli !!!! “

And I was the laughing stock that week…….

Still I refused to give up my boyish looks…just got rid of my fashion consultant…my mom !

Now a days, I don’t mind looking beautiful …still there are times…I feel that I want a boycut again…But I possess a written sworn statement from 24 friends that they will kill me…If I do so….

A couple of days back..while I was returning from a movie…

“hey beautiful” and a song followed…”woh pehlee bar jab hum mile”
And I almost thought , damn these hair !!
But damn my guts…
“woh pehlee bar hum jail gaye…”

And there was silence in the campus my lord…
May be because I sing well you know…:)

I am still such a paange baaj tomboy at heart…

I don’t remember how and when…but eventually my friends had groomed me to be this Girly girl…..by end of second year.
I still got a DCH cut once there after….but I din like it…I saw in the mirror..
And accepted once for all…that I am this beautiful girl and I have to live with that…eh whatever !

I will never forget the look on mess wali Aji ka face, when my friend hugged me and told her..
“She is a girl !! “

Yup a pretty one :)

I read Linda Goodman yesterday…yeah I know I know.. I am not twenty two-teen…oh sometimes u have to forgive yourself…
Just the Capri part…and guess what I am prototypical !!!
And I used to think I was anything but that !!
Cheers …
To being a lovely January girl..

I doodle starry skies..
Walk to mountain tops..
Romance ghosts of past..
Seeking misty forecasts..
Oh I am a January girl..

Hauntingly beautiful poem..
Growing younger as you chant..
Little birdie’s twitter & chime..
Glittery spells and star dust..
Oh I am a January girl..

Love me and know ..
Made of fairy tales & snow..
Its my magical kiss..
Giving dreams, Angel wings..
Oh Baby, I am a January girl..

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Tie tie fish !!!

I hate fissh !
Having said it million times before..i say it once more..
i have always had a notion..that it ll fire back one day..and it did !

To make my critical contribution towards- Rashtriya Grameen Arogya Abhiyaan aka NRHM, i have to work in a Prathmic Arogya Kendra, PHC..yup thats in a village place..miles away from comforts of
Mumbai..

I got my posting order..the first thing which came to my notice was that d poor intern has to make her own food arrangements ! ( sangat hote ..swayampak shik, pan aikanaar kon, iti P. Pu. Mumma ! )
Okay.. No big deal.. I was brave enough to eat swiss local meal !!
"Mukkam post " meal couldnt have been worse !

So, much excited abt this new "mission" .. Armed with bread butter n jam ! ..i went to this place..changed trains twice.,a roller coster dum-dum ride.. Just a km short of my destination ..i sniffed danger !! ...

The whole gaon earns its bread butter, by fishing, and related processing..once learnt in Bhoogol..and on the way to my PHC..THE ROADS ARE FLOODED WITH FISH..SMALL AND BIG..DEAD AND STARING AT ME , i dont even know their names !!
Fish is in the air..its everywhere !

And i clinched my hanki, perfume wipes..aimed at invisible enemies with a spray..n after every possible warfare..settled on an antiemetic finally.!

Dont remember anything much thereafter..my cointerns obliged to help..while i dozed.. Better than fainting and breaking ligaments..sure..

On way back, near to mumbai..i came outta this olfactory shock..courtesy, a red rose!!

So this year , i m celebrating valentine's early and for two months back to back...
Love is in the air :)

P.s (post shock)
Life..how n why ??!&$§!

Why is it that even far away PHCs are blessed with full ön network, but jj campus isnt..

I had to drive kms for water in dhule..n now have to run outta hostel to receive a simple call.. N i cant even decide which is worse !

I enter d PHC, On the verge of fainting..and the generous Medical officer says..oh you must b hypoglycemic, eat my tiffin..its fish !
..strike 2 !!

Dont you wanna know wat happened to my bread butter n jam??
Me too..!
It just disappeared..!
Verry fisshy..eh !!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Zing!

Wow.. Vishal sir got PGI, that’s amazing with a ‘zing that only Hireites will understand….yeah..ok… back to where I was…trying to have a sensational beginning …hmm…how about….”I died a day back…

How many times did you close your eyes, thinking you won’t see the light ever again?
How many times, along the river, set in crystals, vibrant, your reflection smiled at you?
How many times, you stood alone, looking at the cityscape, invincible, the dark knight?
How many times have you found yourself missing in the mirror, amongst familiar flesh?
Clinched all those razor sharp moments? Raced alone? Been on edge?

Life is futile……….
We kill time to let time kill us..

My last words were ..i wannna live..save me…no “good enough” doc around?..okay then…bye life…and puff…gosh!! it was sooo lengthy …I was almost bored to death…literally :) ..on retake (do actors ever settle for one !) ...i don’t wanna have time to think or say anyhting…wish it will be ..puff… straight away….

All along the last few moments of frantic revival attempt..i was thinking only one thing.. ”Its not gonna change the world one bit”…say ..JJ crows wont change their crow time from sharp 12.30 night…I asked a GMcite and she said hospital ke kauwwe hain ..bimaar wimar honge( kya yaar ye externs ko kuch nahi pata hota !!)…ok…but 12.30?
Anyways ( if actors could stick to original dialogues!) ..yeah…so…

“its not gonna change the world one bit” .. and even if it did…it wont matter..i wont even probably know that I died…
And I closed my eyes and waited for an eternity or so.. and woke up to the same boring life..
Death has lost its charm since then…
The night that followed..I decided to bid farewell to life and mean it really..so it might just come true this time…be ready to die and never realize that I did..but I couldn’t say it..i wished to wake up and woke up this morning…

I listen to Psaaydan, when I go to sleep..the Guy who wrote it, retired at 21…I am 22 and so reluctant to let go life…
So I have to wait…for someone else to do this mercy killing…slow n steady..
While I act and try n fool around…find a purpose in life etc etc…try to write, read, be a “good enough” doc ( I wish), before its time to board..
Manage to roam around like some one act play going on…exhibiting this game…
Its only when I see in the mirror…trouble…I see through all the layers…make up, foundation, all the decorative time killing layers…I have piled up on that I…may be that’s why I feels so strange….I….I try not to smile…coz I feel like a hebephrenic schizophrenic every time I do this mirror gazing… even for milliseconds…
I cant lie to I …

Life is futile…………
Like some kind of lucid interval..
People talk about no escape from death…Well thank god for that !
Coz after dying and from that other side of sea, right at the moment when I woke up…the only thing which seemed pretty inevitable and boring was Life…
Hmm…sometimes I feel my writing tastes like black coffee( #$%^?)…but then some weirdos love such things…don’t they..then..
Cheers to life…actually…yawwwwn…..!!!

I have this fantasy about ‘how I wanna die…I wanna read a poem…loud on CST station..amongst the Chaos..and bore people to death…to the point of desperation…that they throw aanda, bhajiya or tomato as per the availability or choice at me..life threatening excitement naa…come on…do you read headlines atleast? ..lot more bullshit nonsense is happening around...and we sit idle…do nothing..

I think its gonna take my poetry recital for ppl to realize ..that they really have had enough..may be it ll ignite them to show an intense protest….eventually for lot more worthy causes (than- I don’t like this new look of facebook!)

Come on people…u heard the threat…go to reliance fresh or whatever and be prepared…kill the poet…but for gods sake don’t wait for someone else to do it…don’t wait for another kasab to do it…do it yourself…don’t be a spectator for once… I would be more than happy to take away this passivity to hell with me…
…And my role in this cosmos ll perhaps be over…
still JJ crows ll continue imitating barking dogs at 12.30 night ( death is futile too :)…)

The real challenge is to write this ultimo poem though.. creating boredom is an art…n I ve a feeling that I m getting better at it (how many times did you yawn so faar?)

Sometimes I feel my writing tastes like rotten eggs(no idea abt that either)…
But then you can scare away lizards with that….Lot more useful than our democracy...and its spirit…i mean the solid one…liquid is fine…then..
Cheers to the largest democracy ….actually…yawn!!!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Loner..

I was once part of the WOW-WOW circles...know what i mean? you pamper somebody's creativity ego and vice versa...i did recite my poems in such circles....loved the appreciation..was floating in the mist..that i am the next great marathi poetic sensation..I AM ! but thats not the point...
the moment of truth did come ultra soon though..one my fella poets read out a dabba one..and when i confronted him...i grinned and i said "wow"....
Next moment on..i decided to be a loner..and its difficult !
i write for myself..people love it..i love that they do..i love reciting and singing for them..
though i am a full timer in Medicine..poetry n writing is my passion too...
To be honest guys, i dont know how i am gonna release my poetry and songs...coz these days its about constant hammering, marketing...and you need to do it consistently...
So every year, as exams approach, december is worrysome..always..My PR, social networking goes hibernating...
There is no Break from life=poetry=study, but still i get apprehensive about loosing my readership...
so i was feelin a lil down these days...about not posting latest poems...but today i saw this reply.. and its not from any wow wow circle....

"take ur time...
its nice to read your latest post..though we were never busy in studies (Coz its da thing we do to kill time)you do it sincerely .we will wait for your posts.there aren't many things worth waiting for around these days "

And i am all misty again... and this time I am not alone :)
i have you..loving my poems unconditionally...its humbling :)
lets see if i can pull off some more posts nd poems...before the great xam :)

Friday, November 20, 2009

thanks

hey dear all, tumhi mazya kavitanchi chaukashi karta, kahinni profile var majhya kavita post kelyat, he sagla pahoon khup utsaah vatato..
gelya kahi divasaat pan pushkal kavita ani gani lihili, abhyasatoon sawad miltach post karen...mazya kavitanvarach tumcha prem asach abadhit rahu de..
love
anushree :)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

प्रिय सुनीताबाई


तुम्हा दोघांना खूप मिस करत्ये :(
या इन्टरनेट सारख्याच कुठल्या तरी कल्पोकल्पित अवकाशात तुम्ही दोघ आता मजेत असाल ...
शुभेच्छा :)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I had another dream yesterday...

I had another dream yesterday...i was floating in space...amongst zillions of mcqs...it was lovely...each one sparkling like a distant star...i would go near.. touch it and discover the answer...
Knowledge is beautiful...
do we loose site of what we really love...once upon a time...i loved studying and exams....
a child fears nothing, hates nothing...these are suprimposed things...we the peers….did that to each other…and we all ended up thinking that we hate some and fear some..do we really?

was reading Wittgenstein's philosophy...
questions...
philosophical problems arise primarily out of misleading features of our language..hmm...i think all our problems arise outta our choice of words..or silence..

is existence, a property somethings have and others lack?
our understanding bewitched by language? iconography..r we misled by imagery embedded in our language? is language a limiting factor to our understanding...if it is...our thinking habits are very much spoiled by it...damage reversible?

Language contains same traps for everyone...well kept false paths...fair enough?

what is the principal of individualisation for immaterial substances?

Hume- "when i enter most intimately into what i call myself, i always stumble upon some particular perception, heat or cold, light or dark, pain or pleasure, love or hatred, i never catch myself at any time without a perception and never observe anything but the perception"

seriously..i ve tried it..meditating deeper n deeper...u fall asleep..but there never comes a moment where we get rid of our perception...except the Gap between the moment u fall asleep and start pt of dreams, if any...or when u wake up... and this gap,i am absolutely unaware of...

so existance is merely consciousness of perception? then what is subconscious, it exists too...

Consciousness has been compared to a self scanning mechanism...

funny..we are dissecting our world to the power of microns..nano...to understand structure and functioning...
i read about how amino acids got inside, assembled and got trapped...may lead us to understand how life got trapped into a physiochemical structures..hierarchy of organisation..to the highest level..humans..or so we think :)

and at the same time...funny anology...we ve given birth to...these babies... organisation from o and 1 to software and trap them in hardware..and this ultra mobility via web...and now artificial intelligence...and little monsters like trojans viruses,which replicate too...
can they and if they invade our circuits?

who created us?

i sumtimes get a feelin..my laptop and my n95 have become extensions of my grey matter..obviously my neurons are much more efficient...but one day these guys ll be too...then wont it be funny to say that they dont exist ?

i believe that if there is reincarnation..i had died last time by drowning..i m so hydrophobic...
i have this funny vision...anology...i soak my n 95..poor thing reincarnates...may be into an ipod...poor thing..will it be water fearing like me ?

why Anology?
Anology is the only thing by which we understand eachother...each others pain...but ur pain like my pain...it is not my pain...I can never truely know how the other person feels....
pain has to be owned...

"it seems absurd to us that a pain, a mood, a wish should go around world without an owner, independently..."

But i go to temples, not coz i believe in god, i have this notion..that it has faiths of millions embodied...not owned..faiths...just existing there...floating...But the beauty is i own the notion..but not the faith...
its amazing how one can have absolute faith in god..or anything for that matter...
if u ve faith in e=mc2, how can you be an atheist?
Believe me, when i visited Einstein's house in Bern, where he wrote that...i had the same feeling..faiths of millions embodied...

I love questions...a Question, that is the only thing i have absolute faith in...
so if u dont know the answer..no big deal..keep questioning...

I dont know, fellow existing beings...how existing feels to you...
for me it seems like a dream...a delusion...
I am the centre of my universe...and you are also a part of my delusion...
What is truth? truth exists?
What is beyond perception?
who am i?

Questions...questions..and questions....

there is no more stupidity than thinking that you are not stupid...

I like being stupid..at least I have a Quest...the day i ll know everything...or ll think that i do..i think i ll die...or may be i ll be born...

Come on.. review your thinking habits...are you a victim of the same language trap...are your abstract ideas, really abstract...

are we gonna traverse these rusty well kept paths.. and die the same...sorry, similar death?

Questions are humbling, intoxicating, addicting...

So is it just a dream or it is my life...
i m floating amongst these zillions of sparkling questions, mcqs, faqs,and all types of qs...
and i am loving it :)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

माझ्या चष्म्यातून...

Somethings we try to run away from , have a tendency to come back to us...
I remember, me n my friend had brought a kitty from our galliwala shopkeeper...managed to hide it from his parents for almost two days ...yeah...quite an achievement...everyone actually believed that homework that week was really tough enough for us two genius brats, to consult each other.. finally we were caught..his nosy sister...and we returned the poor thing...i remember, she used to come back to us for many days and everytime..we used to escort her back, almost in tears...
U wish you could say good bye...once and for all....
i wished to do it for so many things and times...its like kicking old habits...too comfortable to get rid of...
Like i was so sure i dont want to go to Dhule ever...but this diwali i wanted to...all the things good bad and ugly about the place, kept crowding my mind...
If you loose something...it becomes valuable...
Is that why i hold on to stupid sentiments and people ?
Yet they die....and fossilize in subconscious layers...
I read a paper on interpreting dreams...
I have very entertaining dreams...its funny to know...what stuff keeps piling in that recycle bin !
I started interpreting and gave up instantly...being a critic of your own movie...nah...
Happiest i have been so far , when i got rid of my short-sightedness and specs...
Funny, for almost a month after Lasik..i would get up and flumble around to find my glasses reflexly...only to realize that i dont need them..
Nothing is indispensible...not even beloved problems n people...
People more than problems...I ve missed myopia more intensely...more than even some of my loved ones lost...
But guess what, i strained my eyes recently( my studious days back?) and i think i ll ve to use glaases...i find them so familier yet many years have passed by...its like meeting yor ex-beau...
I ve stopped missing People...do i really want them back?...Let their souls rest in peace...

Friday, October 16, 2009

Light n life this Diwali...


Diwali...its my 1st yr of pollution free diwali...i miss those sutali bombs n anars n lawangis....also missing hostel big time...specially roomie...we used to light up the whole hostel like nything....

Last year, despite of dhule riots...Messed up prelims...exam blues n everything...me n snehal had cracked the best diwali celebrations ever...amongst all heads buried deep in texts..all insane insomniacs...none managed to escape...we two cheerful creatures are highly infectious and synergistic....

Bright corridors..n rangolies...and crackers on terrace...rph dinners n pharal...n masti...oh la.la..la..


Oh...yeah...and after everything...one fine day...she announced as usual...and now we will study...n pass with glory...and we did ! like the rest 4 yrs....

God...how two totally contrast people like us, had so much fun for so many years...

Miss u Snehal...
(Amongst 24 x365 hours of hardship...you still manage to call n inspire me to study as usual..)


Am i Missing Dhule? Gosh...that wasnt supposed to happen....

Anyways guys...wherever you are...lone or amongst loved....celebrate....for whatever you have, had or aspire....despite of tight schedules n damn dead lines...


Steal those special moments...Cause who knows this may be the best Diwali you will ever have....so make it really special........cheers :)

Saturday, October 3, 2009

why be rational all the time?

Reason is a narrow system swollen into ideology,
with time and power it has become a dogma,
devoid of direction and disguised as disinterested enquiry.
Like most religions, reason presents itself as the solution
to the problems it has created.

I wrote this years back ....its strictly non-political !!

कविता लिखने के लियेच जन्माला आयेला है
अपुन साला जनमसेच बम्बय्या है
रोज सुबह गिलास में चहा पीनेवाला है
अपुन साला जनमसेच बम्बय्या है
जादा पाणी घाला हुआ दूध लेनेवाला है
अपुन साला जनमसेच बम्बय्या है
घासाघीस करके महंगा भाजी खरीदनेवाला है
अपुन साला जनमसेच बम्बय्या है
पानीपुरीवर फोकट तिखट पूरी खानेवाला है
अपुन साला जनमसेच बम्बय्या है
उंच जिने के उपरसे धाडकन पड़नेवाला है
अपुन साला जनमसेच बम्बय्या है
ऐनवेळी इस्त्री के कपडयांसाठी लौंड्री पळनेवाला है
अपुन साला जनमसेच बम्बय्या है
अबे आजकल ये नवीन झगडा क्या शुरू होएला है
अपुन तो..छे!छे! मी तर जन्मापासूनच मुंबईकर आहे !

Why not Apla Raj ???

समस्त मराठी जनहो, सर्वप्रथम हे सगळ बाड इंग्रजीतून लिहिल्याबद्दल मी आपली क्षमस्व आहे. चू.भू.दे.घे.
Actually, I have been suffering from linguistic schizophrenia (and overdose of Psychiatry) lately…but don’t worry, even before I can make a final full proof diagnosis…he…err….Its…the schizophrenia is not gonna last..असो, विषयाकडे वळू..
“Marathi manoos”.
…has been an issue of debate always…But quite so Just amongst the Marathi people …err not any more…It’s a national debate…

“Marathi manoos”
Don’t start inflating your lungs with pride…we call sardarji, sardarji... not because they are sardarjis but because they are sardarjis…yeah…u got it…

“Marathi manoos”.
Now I know how it must be to hear “Bhaiyya log” from a Marathi manoos, with a reciprocal, utmost sense of derogation…

…oh dear God…how did we let things go so far…

All dear Marathi and ‘A’ Marathi friends,
If u read on and get offended…remember offense is the best defense…”Poor defensive Marathi Mulgi with Identity crisis…so immature”…yeah…well said...okay…here we go…

Imagine…in some other universe…if not in this… you are an ‘A’marathi Manoos …somewhere way up in north India…there is a City like Mumbai….and u hail from there…
A place where you were born and brought up…did your schooling…your happy homeland…and since it was the City of Hope….people started coming and coming.. From all over India and world…slowly the beauty, peace and abundance of the City started declining…how you would feel…

Walking on those so much familiar roads…now filled with filth and flooded with so many people. That one can hardly breathe…

The slum exponentially expanding…The population explosively compromising health and wellbeing, to alarming levels. and migrants slowly started to overpower and outnumber…city and life deteriorating…their celebrations so loud… as to cause cultural disharmony…so these diversely backward (in terms of indices…no offense ) migrant populations…keep on pooling and pooling…taking a heavy toll on Your City’s resources…finances and health…

Some of them in statistically acceptable numbers…eventually become City’s affluent members…Iconic…proudly boasting about their roots n culture…penetrating into City’s politics, social circles and Media…Because the City does justice to everybody’s talent and hard work…It’s a profitable business to be a Citizen…and people keep coming…
And the natives…You natives…as any society in the world history…Falsely secured to be home…Very happy staying rooted to your social, cultural and economical practices… gradually realize…that you are lagging…you have been cast away (as a part of the evolutionary game, because of your own shortcomings and inertia…that you didn’t bother to tide over with time…too ego bound to chemoflarge with new colors say).. Becoming minority…

Politicians, as always, hunting for some ‘irrational emotional consensus of people’ to encash and enchant in a near state assembly poll season…like this “issue”
Begin to Bark….
And the mob breaks out…

There is violence and lot of bad things…just a reminder…we are talking about Your City…where your parents live and travel to work daily…where were we…yeah…back…so there is violence, riots and lot of bad things…and most of all…

A big emotional divide…people who have been neighbors since generations…don’t know what to do…cause suddenly their origin matters…
Celebrations and cultural diversity in your neighborhood becomes a matter of competition…nobody can think of an ‘all righteous solution’…. Youth of the City…most all literates…fed on secularism and infinite isms of that kind…are in dilemma…instincts and isms are at clash…
Even if all those migrant populations weren’t there…even if City’s own Heir were the only ones...still they would be facing a similar situation…no doubt…less in magnitude… may be … Magnitude… that’s the problem!


Wars and social conspiracies have their own trends and designer labels…

We were too happy being Homo sapiens sapiens…So it began…first, between humanity and animal rights people…then we became nearly billion…Maneka Gandhi lost her popularity…we stooped caring about stray dogs, rats and cockroaches…
“ Even if it has spectrum of feelings…lovely “Zural”…I am going to squash it…make room for people first “ we said…
We became Six billion...Kashmir issue still fermenting…communism loosing its popularity to capitalists…America was suddenly too evil… And a new generation of anti humanity bomber gangs made their debut. Religion being the central dogma..
And then we clinched our saffron and secularism lost its charm. Those days of BJP rallies and Vajpayee’s rule…days of communal riots and rise of Modi..We saw it…
But after those five years of India shining…our economy…the backbone fractured..
And suddenly Muslim or anti-Muslim…we had nothing to eat…
Very much settled to being way over billion…Economics was the new Big divide…
Middle class came to war front…more intellectual, sophisticated and equally disgusting war began…reservations and casts and socio-economic weapons manufactured…

Welcome to today’s City. Your home land. It still stands…all past religious and new regional wounds still sore and re-bleed as and when…You natives are shouting aloud now..You feel lost in your own homeland…corruption and health epidemics have eroded the infrastructure.. Money and Mafias, all too white to be recognized…right from international to domestic front. Everywhere there is groupism..Every group with its share of money and mafias. Trying to overpower…
People are born and they die…in slums, chawls, “pitruchaya” or Juhu penthouses…living their lives. Contributing nothing. Some making headlines with being crushed…some by crash..Earth has also given up sorts..Environment too unpredictable..people have stopped worrying about tomorrow…”today” is the new mantra! From humanity to having bypassed Hindutva..Now we graduate in regionalism….

This City of Yours has had a controversial relationship with its mother state, right from conception…but the generation who knows the history is on the verge of extinction…youth are zombied by what media opines...Who has the real insight..?Where we go from here…?

Did Babasaheb Ambedkar n etal in 1950 had foreseen all of this…say even HIV and Swine flu?…This Population blast…This Gen next and its Y culture…?.Isn’t it all too alien for anybody to imagine…? If it is..Then why do we abide by everything written in the constitutional framework from past millennium…
(Do you know that fine for drunk driving is still Rs 10/- )
Today’s situation is no less than an emergency…
What if we can’t leave the choice to people..
What if the logical thing is to intervene..Take charge.. Try n settle inequalities..
A new hero is born…
Way beyond democracy…
Am I talking about Raj Thakray…Or am I talking about Hitler… Adolf Hitler…hang on… We are back to anti humanity…do I see a war?

I ask myself….
If there is a house made for 10 people…a dream house..Jannat..Everyone wants to make living out of living there..Some are born lucky to be the natives..Some migrate and migrate..And migrate.. You are the Big boss or God..
What would you do? I will try to convince people to have patience...Stop migrating and I start renovating their houses...To become jannats...So that they learn to live happily and let others live...Wait am I biased to natives…why should they get to stay..Okay…should I prepare a merit list and declare who should be granted a residency, a waiting list and tell rest of the people not Qualifying, to be happy with their respective hells...
How long do you think will people let me be the big boss??? I am sure ..Amongst the residents…the money and mafia holders…each promising their followers, voters, consumers…whatever..Yeah.. Politics is a god damn business...Will outlive me...Despite of all gang wars and riots...

Temples can be demolished, god can be out casted…But Dawood Ibrahim is untouched...Continues to live happily and ever after...

Hmm.. Say I am an ‘A’marathi native of my ‘A’marathi City…Like You…

I loved my City…I see it is worse than any dumping ground...There is no Big boss….who can set things right...Make the right choice on behalf of people... Every body rules here..It’s a democracy…and hence a big mess..There has been a revolution recently….cultural…social, economical and technological..All I think about is ”today”…and just that…
As a Citizen…what will I be facing today?

I believe in god…despite of people ridiculing me. I pray to him…that I want to come back home from ‘A’chatrapati ‘A’shivaji Terminus, aka AAT( wouldn’t it have an ‘A’marathi name :)…okay...too bad for a PJ..) to my suburb Flat (cause I have been driven outta City’s heart…too pricy…my homeland..)..Alive…!!!
I face competition in jobs, education, local trains, social, cultural, intellectual, spiritual…every damn ‘AL’ field.

I am a race rat…With a pounding, hyper dynamic heart…
I bear the brunt of recession, reservations, health and natural calamities. I bear the water and electricity cuts. I can barely manage my way outta slimy roads n overstuffed train compartments…on top of that, I am being brainwashed by media by 24x7, and though I am alert…unknowingly I am forming opinions..Labeling people..Imbibing hatred..Accepting and rejecting thought streams..Building walls around me..Trying to protect me n my family..Building money and mafia contacts..Bribing my way out.. I am struggling to stay true to City’s spirit..

Elections are near…and City’s own man…One rebellion Mafia…comes to front…’A’marathi manoos…I…am his sole agenda…very inconvenient for Money and Mafia stockers...Because they don’t want to loose their business...

Equality is a big loss for everybody…

His fellow Mafias, money and Mafia stockers and media dogs chase him to the worlds end…he still stands tall... And promises that he will put a stop to migration of the Marathi and Bangladeshi crowd in…Abolish illegal Zopadpatties…divert those resources …And socio-economic betterment of the ‘A’ Marathi people is his only priority…
‘A’marathi people get excited…he is popular..A threat to Marathi people….dangerous…anti-human…anti- nation, anti-state, anti- city, a new Hitler, anti- maharashtrian, Just an ‘A’marathi manoos ..

I have tons of doubts..Is he just an opportunist? After all he belongs to the exploiting Money and Mafia class…he is surely taking advantage of my ‘A’marathi sentiments…just after power…they all are the same after elections…A Marathi party has probably bribed him to divide our ‘A’marathi votes…right…

But wait…do the other gundas have anything better to offer (tax cut on vaada pav!)…Isn’t he the only one with a bright agenda for my children’s future?

Back to our universe…Me ek Marathi Manoos ahe…Mumbaikar!

Do I love humanity...? (Sorry Varun ki maa)... Yes!
Do I love India and all Indians ( sorry terrorists)..Yes!
Do I love Hindus( mandir vahin banayenge?)..Yes!
Do I love Maharashtrians ( Sanyukt Maharashtra )…Yes!
Do I love Mumbai and Myself…most !!!

What do I do?

If it was your home land…Your City…
What would you do...?

Think...
And not as an intellectual affluent socialite..
As a poor common man…A middle class family man..
Not so intelligent..Unaware of any Isms..
Not giving a shit about what is right and wrong…when the only morality in today’s world is Chance! (Courtesy D.K.)
Chance to buy toordaal...
Chance that you will sleep under ceiling fan’s breeze...
Chance that you will have ample cooking gas this diwali…
Chance that you will get a seat in a local train..Rather getting an entry is enough..
Chance that your son will get a job, or an admission…
Chance to live…in your own City…

To hell with all and any education systems...If they are not of any help to earn a descent Chance of Survival in my own City…You think…
What would you do?

I would vote for the own, known devil and hope for the Best!

It is only when they have food, water, electricity, shelter and network...That people think about others, about what is right and what is not…and what they love and what they don’t !
Not on empty stomach…

“Marathi manoos !”

Why fear being criticized for our struggle to save our ‘A’smita?
(And I used to think ‘A’smita belongs to Pune :)…Ultra sensitive to what people think and say…But guess what even ‘A’nushree belongs to Pune :) )
(You don’t know A’amchi ‘A’smita? Mango’s ‘A’smita?? Try G search:) ) ….

Why fear being criticized for supporting Raj Thakray? (That’s what triggered me to write this at the cost of 50 MCQs…yeah ... Poor Intern’s life :)

After all, all sardars are proud to be called sardars even if they are called sardars not because they are sardars but because they are sardars…right? :)
Imagine a new genre of PJs... With beloved Bhope Bhau and Tope Bhau (courtesy Kaminey)…instead of Santa- Banta…

“Marathi manoos”…why not to laugh at ourselves…and raise the sensitivity threshold of our ‘A’smita (and ‘A’nushree…yeah…you said it :) )

But be alert…and defend your ego… “Marathi manoos”

Why not…humor is the mature defense mechanism (psychiatry can be addictive :) )after all...

Okay…
Here it comes…
Very originally adapted…
Like our very original Hindi movies…Saw Wake up Sid btw…Lovely movie…very much about Bombay…err Mumbai spirit…( Thank god I saw the preview…than wake up to a Friday controversy and count how many number of times did people wrongly refer to Mumbai as Bombay…and miss the whole point :) )

Okay okay…back to the point…err…joke…
Are u ready…?

Bhope Bhau - Tope Bhau, Darwajyat ubhe rahoon ka Pariksha detay?
Tope Bhau - Murkhaa, hi ENTRANCE EXAM ahe !

Haaaaaa… Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…haaaaaaaa……………

Moral of the story… Entrance exam…Sorry… that’s moral of every Interns life….

Moral of the story…umm…umm…oh…..is there one? :)
- ‘A’nushree Vartak
(A very much Marathi Mulgi :))

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

पाउस असा का बरसावा ?
मनात खोल खोल रुजे..
तू असा डोळ्यात येता..
सारेच.. कसे.. हळवे.. ओले..

आठवणींच्या आल्या सरी..
आठवणीच या परि..
भिजत उभी अजून मी..
वाट जरी अंधारली.. का पाहिली ?

चिंब न्हाउनी आर्त मी..
कोरडी उरले तरी..
साजणाच्या मिठीतही..
तुझी आसवे पोचली.. बोचली..

पाउस असा का बरसावा ?
पाउस असा का बरसावा ?

-अनुश्री


तु़झ्या शब्दांनी कासावीस होण्यासारखं
जगात दुसरं सुख काय ?
पण ते मा़झ्याकरिता नाहीत
मी काय करू ? हाय !

वेदनेला अर्थ भिडतो,
वाटते जन्म जाहला..
श्वास कुठे अडकतो रे?
असे भान यायला..

जालीम आहे रे औषधच..
प्यावे तडफडावे, कसे सहावे?
कडेलोटावरही या मी खूशच..
मरावे तर अशा शब्दछळाने !

अ़क्षरांचे व्रण काळजावर उरलेले..
आवाजात सारे थांग बुडलेले..
होते कुणा कुणासाठी जे जपले..
मोजकेच उसासे ते ही अता विरले..

सगळ सगळ गमावून जे मिळत..
त्यावरच हक्क सांगते आहे..
तुझ्याच शब्दांवर उधळण्यासाठी..
ती अनाम ओढ मागते आहे...
-अनुश्री

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Recalling……..

Back to 1990s…
We had a simple phone..
Those days when there was a middle person called operator , who would connect us to our distant relatives..those days of trunk calls..
Days.. when not every family had a telephone..and neighbours would come to your house to take a long awaited call about somebody’s death, birth or marriage…


I remember ..my dad’s ISD call was used to be a big family event…and how I used to revise now n then ..
About things I must tell him, utterly important, like fights in school, how mum scolded me and he should scold her back..
and my long list of ‘don’t forget to bring’ things…and tell him especially everything which came under “don’t tell daddy ” category..
It used to be like some undercover detective reporting her chief…busting a secret like somebody’s ill health or those sort of things overheard while pretending to be asleep..
not understanding that he is alone abroad..n ll be worried…anyways I was remarkable in running a fortnight’s summary in a minute or so….
Just loved my job!

Local calls were virtually nonexistent…only at the time of some emergency…
and people used to write letters.. some days back my dad showed me a couple of letters I wrote to him…one says….
Dad, I m a big girl now, I can cook rice n tea..i have mastered cooking..
and I am sure though I was such a master cook at age 5 ..i wasn’t even allowed to cross a road on my own..and I thought there is nothing edible beyond varanbhaat n chahaa…
Of course Dosa n ice cream whenever we went to a restaurant…
Menu cards were something to be enchanted aloud as means of throwing some temper tantrums..until you heard..
"Okay okay…a big vanilla scoop for you! "

And PCOs were some places of picnic..
i ve spent hours n hours there..like some kind of temple visits…
and while the accompanying adults made their calls…
I loved to count coins and stack them, if the owner was kind enough..
or entertain people with some new poem learnt in school…observe people…
and watch the pulse meter in the booth..100 rupees was a big amount back then…
There were real holidays…weekends, school holidays..
in fact school was as much an enjoyment as holidays..
great summer holidays.. can u imagine.. without any summer classes.. not studying at all..at all! All sort of imaginary role plays..playing detective was my favourite..white chalks were microphones and pink ones were detonators :)
playing around all the time...and surrendering only when mum said..
“Enough now.. come back at this instant or sleep alone tonight..”

And today I don’t even have a Sunday off for months… I don’t remember the last time I went to a PCO ..in fact I don’t remember going to my new neighbour’s house at all..
Today I eat every single meal at some restaurant or canteen..and believe it or not my cooking talent has gone into disuse atrophy :)
I cant live without my mobile for one good second..me n dad call each other all the time.. i m so much connected to my family n friends that I somehow miss , missing them…
It feels as if my whole childhood was some fairy tale.. so unreal..those days..

The girl with two tiny hair bows covered with big aster flowers…
who thought nothing in this world is impossible for her…I miss her…she was fun….
i wish I could just call her up some time…she would love that.. because as far as I can recall…
her biggest wish was to grow up super fast and become somebody…
somebody very much like me :)

Friday, August 28, 2009

no spoonfeeding..

i am hibernating these days..yeah yeah..you havent seen any posts or poems lately..but dont worry.. my life still the same..full of thousand persuits, that you all love to hear about... but all that some other time..
okay for now.. here are some of the very interesting things i read abt this week....its ur job to find out abt them..u can..what i promise is that its worth the effort !
here we go-
1. Neuro- aerobics - few simple things to do for mental fitness..train ur brain..
2. high frequency trading- must if you invest and are unaware...
3.Gulzaar- he turned 75 and still awesome..dhan te nan, jay ho n many....
4. Acharya atre n Pula..hyanchyashi ajun hi apaan relate hou shakto ka? tumhala kaay vatata..
5. Asambhav ends...finally..cheers to satish n chinmay...gr8 work :)
6. Sa re ga ma nave parva... i hope with grooming they ll sing better..
7. linguistic schizophrenia- kumar ketkar , loksatta....must read....

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

bk 2 pavillion..

अजून माझ्या डोळ्यात त्या फुलांच्या रानातले रंग आहेत...
हातावर टिपलेले हिमकण..अन त्यांची सोनेरी झळाळी...
शहारा उमटवणारे बर्फाळी वारे..बर्फातल्याच पाउलखुणा..
गर्द वनराईत पहुडलेली घर...उन्हात न्हाणारे हिरवे गालिचे..
कुड्कुड्णार्‍या थंडीत वितळणारं आईस्क्रीम्..गरम कॉफी..
जिभेवर विरघळणारी चॉकलेट्स्..खरं तर विरघळलेली मी..
डोंगरवाटांतला एकांत..शुभ्र शिखरांशी थोडं हितगुज..गप्पा..
चल्..बघ्..डोळ्यात साठवं..जग..म्हणत भिनणारा निसर्ग..
निळ्या निळ्या डोळ्यांची गोंडस बाळं..त्याहून निळशार पाणी..
त्यात राजहंसाप्रमाणे विहरणार्‍या होड्या..आणि खरे राजहंस...
इमारतींच्या घोळक्यातून वाट काढत जाणार्‍या नद्या..कालवे..
रस्त्यात सांडलेला आनंद..त्याने बहरून आलेले हजारो गुलाब..
रंग रंग..गंध गंध..सोनेरी केसांच्या पर्‍या..त्यांचा किलबिलाट..
लाटांशी सुरांची जुगलबंदी..कुठे कैमेरा वा ब्रश घेउन गुंग चित्रकार..
निसर्गच लाडात आलेला..त्याचच मुक्त विद्यापीठ..घ्या..हवं ते..
थोडा उन्हाळा..थोडा हिवाळा..क्ल्यामैक्सला पाउसही..मनात वसंत..
कुण्याकाळचे शिलेदार किल्ले..पुतळे..कोरून ठेवलेले काही जुने क्षण..
मनात दाटून येतात आप्त..पुस्तकं..सिनेमे..प्रवास..आठवणी..गोष्टी..
ओसंडून वाहाणारी श्रीमंती..रस्त्यात फुललेली दुकानं..रेस्तराँज...
अगम्य न आकर्षक भाषा..लकबी.. हसणं..चालणं..स्वछंदी जगणं..
स्वप्नात पाहिलं असेल आधी...अनोळखी चेहेरे..ओळखीच हसू
कोणं कुठली म्हणत आपली आपली होऊन जाणारी माणसं..
स्वप्नं अशी फुलतात, बहरतात, लगडतात्..वेचूनही घेता येतात..
कधी कधी फक्त घ्यायचं असतं..थोडसं हावरटपणे..मुक्त हस्ते..
चल.. ने..बघू..जिथे कुठे..म्हणून वाहायचं झुलायचही असतं..
वार्‍याला ऐकवू द्यायच त्याच गाणं.. सोबत गायचही असतं..
हिरव्या गवतात पिवळीधमक फुलं बहरतात..मनात गाणी..
आणि झर्‍यांसारखी झुळझुळू लागतात.. आतल्या आतचं..
जग इतकं सुंदर आहे..स्वर्गाच्या मागे का धावावं उगाचं...
दाट सायीच्या दह्यासारख.. माझं मन आता गोड झालय...
हलक हलक होऊन ते भिरभिरत राहात रमत आठवणीत..
अशाच फुललेल्या राहू देत मनात कायम ह्या आठवणी..
दिवसभरातल्या ब्रेक मधे चघळायला चॉकलेट सारख्या..
डोळ्यातल्या पाण्यात डूंबू देत ती निळीशार स्वप्नं, राजहंस..
गवसू देत हिरव्या वाटा..गुलाबांची रानं, झरे, नद्या, हिमशिखरं..
रेंगाळू दे जिभेवर आईस्क्रीम्स, चॉकलेट्स, चीझ, बर्फाचीही चव..
खेळू दे रंगांना, कोवळ्या उन्हाला..माणसांना..आठवणींनाही..
परत परत जाऊ दे मला स्विझरलैंडला..परत परत जाउ दे...
अनुश्री

Sunday, June 7, 2009

day 7

day 2 nantar..i didn get any time to blog...nusti maja..pure fun nd lots of adveture...ajcha last day...aj dupari flight ahe..so ata urlele kshan bharpur maja karnar ahe...photos kadhnar ahe...meanwhile me pushkal mhanje pushkal majja kelye..ata udya parat alyavar sawistar lihinar ahe ...to paryant tata.... :)

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Day 2 swiss diary
today was one of the most amazing days of my life...today we visited the jung fro ..heighest pt of europe..it was quite like visiting everest..it was all snow..i have been on mt peaks before but this was sum height..there is this huge building erected on mt top..there is cafe on 1st floor.. then there is ice sphinx and ice palace...well local meal that we tried sucked! and so did champeigne..yes it tastes horrible...i bet my nail polish remover wud be better...sphinx was just a view gallary to view outside scenery..but it was all fog..didnt see a thing..it was like a plain canvas..but the rest of switzerland ..engelberg..where i m staying..jungfro..interlaken..luzern..has been so beautifully painted by nature..really u look anywhere and everywhere..its like a beautiful picture...on jungfro ..there was this thing called ice plateu..simply to go out of the building and on top of europe..all snowy..windy..truely a gush of adrenaline...there is a flag of switzerland at the heighest pt there..first i was scared..but then ..i remembered the first step when i was learning rappling in manali..one of the scariest moments..and i conqured it..sorry gotta go ll finish this post tomm...guten nacht..

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

swiss ....

swiss diary..day 1 atta ekde 9 vajlet ratriche..i m probably the only person to have communicated from heaven, yup switzerland is an absolute heavenly place...this swiss delight really rocks..after mumbai to dubai n dubai to zurich..wonderful emirate flights..nd little dubai airport exploration..i came here this afternoon..and we visited luzern , which is d tourist capital of switzerland..a metro city type..malls n swiss banks n usual metro feel...cruize on lake lucrene later was simply amazing..all alpine background..beautiful swans..blue waters..all the while , coming from zurich to luzern or luzern to engelberg...everywhere it was lush green medows..famous swiss cows , horses, even ostriches... alpine forests, snow top mountains, and swiss cottages, springs...gosh ..here nature and man are so close...seriously it is a paradise...and switzerland is very neat, clean , disciplined..i had expected that i ll be inspired to write some poetry here...but today i was stunned..all that i wanted to do was to imbibe those beautiful views in my mind..clicked a lot of photos obviously...tour has its own advantages..food n accomodation rocks..charo taraf snowy mountains hain :) what i really want is to cum back here ..simply as a mountaineer..want to explore switzerland on bicycle..do all advanture sports stuff...i still ve a chance of skiing..lets see...i was missing my friends n mum alot..i hope one day i cum bk here with them as well..one thing i realized on this 1st day itself ..is that swiss is too beautiful to be explored in 7 days..plus i m also looking fwd to knowing ppl nd culture of this country..so i ve already started planning for many more swiss trips to cum..

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

ye mera prem patra padhkar...
प्रिय,

मी तुझ्या वर्गात असते.....मी तुझ्या वर्गात असते.............

कुणीतरी बोट दा़खवून म्हणाल असत, "तो बघ तो वेडा ! "

मग सगळ्यांची नजर चुकवून मी तुला पाहिल असत..

आणि मग रोजच........... अटेडंन्स दिल्यासारखं..

मग कधी बंक करताना.. मैत्रिणीला सांगितल असत..

तुझ्यावर लक्ष ठेवायला...प्रॉक्झी मारल्यासारखं..

तुझी कोणी नाही ना....कसून चौकशी केली असती..

आणि असती तरी..मनात रजिस्टरही केली नसती..

वर्ग रिकामा झाल्यावर.. तू चुरगाळून फेकलेला कागद उचलला असता

आणि वहीच्या मधोमध..रात्री..चादरीच्या आत..टॉर्चमधे वाचला असता

अर्धवट ओळींनी जागवली असती पहाटेच्या स्वप्नांतही हुरहुर..

आणि दिवसभर मनात त्या आठवणींनी माजवले असते काहूर..

तुझ्या अक्षराच्या वळणांनी माझ्या सरळसोट रस्त्यांना पिसाटल असत..

मी ही ब्रेल वाचणार्‍या आंधळ्यासारख त्यांना वारंवार कुरवाळल असत..

कवितेच्या स्पर्श, रंग, गंध, छंद आणि शब्दांनी झाले असते खल्लास..

रेंगाळणार्‍या तुझ्या कवितांच्या नादाने, लांबला असता श्वास न श्वास..

एखाद्या गॅदरिंगला तू , तुझी एखादी कातिल गझल गायला असतास..

तुझ्यावर फिदा सुंदर्‍यांच्या नजरेत फुका माझा जीव जाळला असतास..

असच वेड्यागत तुझ्यावर मरता मरता कॉलेज संपल असत..

पण तुझ मला अन माझ तुला कधी काही कळलच नसत..

एखाद्या मोठ्या मुश्किलीने जमलेल्या अड्ड्यात, नव्या नोकर्‍या सांभाळून..

म्हणाला असतास,"दोस्त,माझ्यावर प्रेम करणारं कुणी भेटलचं नाही अजून"

तेव्हां सांगितल असतं एखाद्या मित्रानं "अरे, असं कसं ती होती ना रे, ती ?

क्या दोस्त अख्ख्या कॉलेजला माहित्ये..तुम्ही लेको जगा आपल्याच तंद्रीत!"

माझा स्टॉप शोधून, मग तुला बळजबरीने घेउन आलं असत अन..

कुणीतरी बोट दाखवून म्हणालं असत," ती बघ, तीच ती वेडी ! "

मी तुझ्या वर्गात असते.....मी तुझ्या वर्गात असते.............

वेडीच झाले असते..वेडीच झाले असते..वेगळ काही नाही !

Sunday, May 17, 2009

दोन प्रकारची माणस शांत झोपतात..एक ज्यांना स्वप्नचं पडत नाहीत..अन एक ज्यांची स्वप्नं पूर्ण होतात..माझ्यासारखे काही अर्धवट झोपेत..उठ्ल्या क्षणाला रागात जागे होत..स्वप्नांची भुतं मानगुटीवर नेतात..कधी वाटत स्वप्नांना आयुष्य आहे..कधी वाटत आयुष्य हेच स्वप्न आहे..जाग यावी..निसटून जावं..

Thursday, May 14, 2009

हं.. आता मुम्बईकर म्हणुन मी जरा स्थिरावल्ये... मजा येत्ये..मी हे सगळ धुळ्याला शिकताना खुप miss करायचे. मला मुम्बईच फास्ट लाइफ प्रचंड आवडत ! just imagine.. एक काळ असा होता की मला झोपवायला आई बाबा रोज मला गिरगांव चौपाटीवर न्यायचे, अणि इतक्या वर्षानंतर में पुन्हा चौपाटीवर गेले..it was amazing..जेजे खुप मस्त आहे..जबरदस्त infrastructure..it has potential to be future aiims... माझ्यासाठी हे सगळ खुप नवीन आहे 50 seat n no pg वाल्या एका college मधून इतक्या चांगल्या college मधे काम करण..i m lucky to be here...no small town mentality..everbody is so proffessional...no gossiping...no gappa..कधी कधी धुळ्यातल्या माणसांची आपुलकी मी miss karte..

Medicine is a very hard proffession...
आता पुर्वीसारख नाही..i am 22 and yet to get a degree (after internship)...i wont advise any1 to be a dr...u r studying till 30 ..without name , fame n money !!! pan in this time of recession..i m glad to be a doc..i dont ve to worry abt a job..

internship is a full time job with 1750 stipend..
हो एवढाच !..दिवसभर mechanical कामे करत राहातो, मामा आणि नर्स लोकांची...धुळ्याला तस नाहीये..there r no residents..n u are doc in charge,, i wish मला तिथून intership करता आली असती तर..i wish i din ve to study this yr...मी खूप train झाले असते dr म्हणून..पण अख्खी residency पडल्येय ते शिकायला...so here i am...sincerely अभ्यास करत्येय...ppl keep on asking me...अनुश्री बरेच दिवसात कविता नाही... ह्या वर्षी नाटक नाही ? अनुश्री तुझ्या albumch काय झाल? did u get ur research paper published? But i ve to mug billions n zillions of MCQs n high yield facts...
yeah..zillions...

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

home sweet home

Its so good to be back home..
local madhe kitihi gardi aslee tari madhech ekhadi varyachee zoolook yete na..mumbai chi ti hawa mala atishay priya ahe...
paay pan khup dukhtaat local madhe ubha rahun rahun..pan ghari alyavar me jyavar pasarte ti mazi mau gadi mala priya ahe...
katkati sagleechkade astat dhulyat kay mumbait kay..pan diavbharacha sheen gayab karto to
aaicha chaha mala priya ahe...
hostel sarkha nahi ata, manala yeil tasa ata kasa..pan killi billi chi bhangad nahi aai vaat bhaghate
ticha orda ata pratyksha khaana.. tevdhach jara problem ahe :)

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

emotional atyachar

internship..is yet another emotional atyachar...
i hate kids..first of all n now...i hate myself for loving kids..man ...
u try so hard to save a little life...satisfactorily u sleep..n morning u r bk 2 ward that baby is no more.. tears roll down..i curse my self for not being proffessional...
i m still such a cry baby..ppl call me ruthless...i can be so at times...but m sensitive to god damn everybody n anybodys pain !
ah ..i m just waiting dis pedia buisness to be over n go to JJ
that ward n patients n fellow soldiers and the NAzi ruler...pathetic mechanical stuff that we do coz nurses dont...nd the herculian duty hours 24 ..30... sometimes more....maramari n fruitless strikes in civil..utterly useless dean...no stipend !!!
its too much distraction to study for entrance or say living a normal life...
plz yaar they shd make a realistic serial on life of INterns !!
not like dil mil gaye..........plz NO hosp pays interns to persue Love in ward !!
interns have to Work...
uff yeh emotional atyachar :)

good bye

विश्वासच बसत नाही की धुळ्यातली ४ १/२ वर्षे ..संपली पण...
तिसरीत भूगोलात लोहमार्ग काढायला लागायचे ना तेव्हा माझा एकदा लक्ष गेल होत... धुळ असही एखाद गाव आहे !
मी फ़क्त १७ १/२ वर्षांची होते ekde aale tevha
..and trust me i was happy !
a very happy relief from a place called YAWATMAL..
आणि आता १० दिवसानंतर मला इथे परत रहाव लागणार नाही ..
i am going back to my home..back 2 parents..friends..people who love me..
a place where my academics and research n poetry will be appreciated...
will i get to act again..sing my own song..release them..lancet publication...pg seat..
yes..my life awaits...n i m going bk..

dhule..d sole reason for surviving dhule..is my seniors n dr dravid sir , mam, n all teachers ...coz they understood our ambitions..our battle to stay in competition with kem n other mumbai n puna n aiims n all other guys..it didnt matter whether we succeeded or not..i wanted to fight..rather that being a so so student of a pathetic college..n after dravid sir left.. college was a living hell for all those who were over ambtitious like me...

life is strange..i hated being away from home first..then 1st yr on..life was never so exciting..hostel life..friends..ah those days...no body must ve enjoyed hostel life n mbbs as my group did ! we rocked ...second yr was d best...all amazing achievements.. winning quizes n research ..acad..drama..orchestra..poetry..wat not..
climax was kvpy..asian conf..mummas sa re ga ma pa...
but on personal front ...very bad days after my gathering.. broken frindships...heartbreak..
i m glad i survived all d emotional trauma too...
and finally when we r free from all the academical n social restrictions of socialising...me n my frinds are gonna split...
ouch..
all the happiness n sorrow ..n all ppl that i met here..good bad n ugly..
i ll never forget these dhulia days...
but never want to come back here...

Sunday, March 15, 2009

भ्रूण हत्या..

बरच आहे एका अर्थी..

लाडके, मला शक्य असत तर ..


मी दिलं असत तुला मोकळ तुझ आभाळ..

आणि भरल असत आत्मविश्वासाच बळ..

बरच आहे एका अर्थी..


मातृत्वासारख्या स्वयंपूर्ण भावनेला लागतो आधार..

अजूनही इथे..एक बापाच नाव..एक लग्नाचा करार..

बरच आहे एका अर्थी..


महिलादिनाला हसतात सगळे पुतळे अन तसबिरी..

बैलांचा पण साजरा होतो पोळा..उरलेल्या ३६४ च काय ?

बरच आहे एका अर्थी..


वाचवलच आहे मी तुला अस समज..समजून घे तू तरी..

जिवंतपणी भोगाव्या लागणार्‍या जाचातून सुट्लीस खरी..

बरच आहे एका अर्थी..

बरच आहे एका अर्थी..

happy woman's day !

जंगल...

एक अमिबा..

दोन अमिबा..

चार..हजारो..लाखो..

एक भ्रष्टचाराच्या..

हजार फांद्या फाटे..

लाखो..करोडो..जंगल...

जाळायला जाणारा स्वतःच राख होतो

my N 95

i m lost...that stupid 8gb data storage device is in some one else's hand..never realized its worth..i guess..i ve lost a part of me...some priceless memories of last 1 yr....my poem drafts..my compositions..thousands of photos, videos..everything....whosoever gets that thing shall suffer..................................

Sunday, March 1, 2009

मला प्रचंड राग येतोय...काल NOC मिले पर्यंत में अगदी हताश झाले होते..पण आज फ़क्त राग येतोय..पण मला रागवायचा ह्क्क नाही...आमच्या सारखी मुल हक्कासाठी भांडत नाहीत म्हणून system मधले लोक माजतात.. इट्स टाइम to get into the system..to change it !!!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

काय मागू?

काय मागू?
करायला विचार
जगायला आधार
बघायला आभाळ
निजायला घरदार मागू?
काय मागू?

लिहायला शब्द
सोसायला अर्थ
भिडायला भावना
जुळायला यमक मागू?
काय मागू?

प्यायला प्याला
कंपनीला मित्र
चढायला झिंग
विसरायला 'ती' मागू?
काय मागू?

पडायला प्रेम
धरायला हात
रमायला बायको
वाढवायला पोरं मागू?
काय मागू?

जपायला संस्कृती
जाळायला पोस्टर
चघळायला वाद
टाकायला मत मागू?
काय मागू?

जाऊ दे
आज रोख
उद्या उधार मागू !
anushree vartak 24/1/09

Saturday, January 24, 2009

PuLa

i miss p.l. deshpande...tyancha ek sundar lekh ahe..kuni jar tumchya muskatat marlee tar..a must read...aghal paghal ani urla surla ya don pustakatle lekh ajchya paristhitivar samarpak ahet...ekekekache marathi ani marathipanavarchi ekandarit sonya baglankar series..is just fantastic...u l know when u ll read...i m sure u ll enjoy...miss u p.l.

on second thought

i feel so stupid...of being part n parcel of this vote begging buisness last year..oh god..hell right..entertainment and reality shows chya naavakhali aapan reality pasoon kiti door jato...
time n talent kashaat ghalwato
as far as little champ goes...spardha samplelee ahe..n they have judges too...hey can we all donate that sms money to some worthwhile cause..a thought

slumdog

आज बहुचर्चित slumdog millionare पाहिला...child actors have done a fantastic job u know..त्यांना बघताना एकाच विचार राहून राहून येत होता... slumdog madhlyaa aandhalyaa भिकारी मुलाबद्दल.. u know...तोच inocent सूर..jyaakarta, आपण लिटिल champs na etke डोक्यावर घेतले...but wat about these लिटिल champs..धारावीच्या jhopadpatteetले ज्यांचा आवाज aaplyaparyant पोहचू शकत nahee..कारण त्यांच्या पाठीशी कुणी उभा nahee..आई बाबा..गुरु..mentors...they dont have अ fair chance at anything, not even लाइफ!
...अपन ५ -५ रुपये ghalwoon sms करतो in these hell ऑफ़ स्टुपिड reality shows...
जेव्हा देशाला इंटेग्रिटी ची गरज आहे..तेव्हा हे मुर्ख लोक पब्लिसिटी च्या नावाखाली कशा gayakanna bhika magayla laavtat..mhanje bangalyanna vaishalee baddal raag..mumbai karanna north च्या contestant baddal...ani maharashtrat jilhevaar taat... pune, mumbai, nagpur, kokan.. सो on...hya saglyat gana kuthay? ..एक काल asaa होता की ganyaapudhe sarhaddi kosaloon jaaychya..really? halli किती sankuchit विचार karayla lagloy aapan...i डोंट blame u...hya saglyacha shevat toli yuddhat आहे..इन the chaos...from where it all started in the begining..
...इस this the वर्ल्ड which we r gonna leave फॉर our children..some kind ऑफ़ slum..where one out मिलियन slumdogs survives..while the rest live happily ever after in the darkness..suffering..gumnamee के अंधेरे में... while we cheer in these coming days..our finalists ऑफ़ popular रियलिटी shows ..i want u to remember the other मिलियन poor लिटिल champs...who fight the लाइफ's battle everyday..
and u know ५ rps can be spent फॉर so much more worthy cause than अ sms...
think....फॉर our children's sake !

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