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 !!

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