The Magical Balloon...

Today morning, I was waiting for my bus, when I saw small kid with his mother. Mother was carrying a heavy load of utensils to sell. The small footsteps of kid were unable to catch up the walking speed of his mothers. There were lot of other attractions on road; pulling him back. 

At one corner of road, there was a balloon seller standing, blowing the colorful balloons, one by one. Balloons catch hold the attention of kid making him stood there only.Twinkling eyes of kid were very innocent and were busy in watching the magic of balloon getting bigger and bigger.The kid was staring at the balloon, and the balloon seller at the kid. 

I don't know what the balloon seller was thinking of; but suddenly he took the bright red color balloon, and handed it to the kid. The kid’s eyes got filled up with the happiness and were shining like small diamonds. Kids mother, still unaware of all this, turned back for her kid and found her son, with a red balloon in his hands, big smile on his face and the eyes shining with the happiness. Mother came to her kid and told her son to return the balloon as she did not have any money to buy it.

The kid saw the balloon again and raised his hand to return the balloon when balloon seller told kid's mother that it’s a gift to her son. Kid's eyes blinked with happiness again; he was carrying the magic in his hands. The balloon seller was happy with the kid’s smile and was happier for being a reason of that smile.

The Red balloon… Reason for making everyone’s morning Good… rather Best :) :)

Women's Day...!!!

It was an evening before women's day when we were planning for the day. My office was celebrating women’s week and arranged everything specially for female employees. Celebration for a week included Women health care, makeover parlors, Book exhibition, many surprise games n gifts. Whole environment was full of women power...

On women’s day i.e. on 8th March, office announced traditional day for female employees and this was the event we were planning for. Our discussions were endless and finally we settled down on a traditional punjabi salwar suite.

Next day we reached office in our best dress. At office gate we saw security ladies were checking our bags. Today they were not just checking the bags but were giving something to each female employee. It was a woman’s day special greeting card; Women empower badge, red rose and a big smile. Company was appreciating our strength, our efforts, our dedication, our wisdom, our spirit, our womanhood…

All of us were happy, it is really a nice feeling to know that; someone notices, appreciates you.

Every girl entering in our ODC was carrying a big smile on her face. Everyone around was bz with planning and celebrating the women's day. Yes...!!! boys were also celebrating the day by teasing all the girls :) :)

On one of my friend Pooja’s desk, I saw a bunch of red roses. The bunch of roses turned my teasing mood ON and I started teasing her with my questions and comments. How could I miss such a golden opportunity of fun? The day at office came to an end with lots of beautiful memories.

While returning back, I was having chat with some other friend of mine, when I told her about Pooja's bunch of red roses. I was telling her how I enjoyed the teasing, when my friend told me that, the bunch of red roses was not the one that Pooja received; but those roses were for the security ladies staff. Pooja gave a rose to every lady in the security crew. It was surprising... When we were busy in planning our DAY, she was thinking of a DAY for each and every women around her. She wanted the pure smile on their faces. She was not only appreciating the security lady's efforts but also celebrating their courage, strength, willingness for betterment.    

My friend with a bunch of red roses “Pooja Kulkarni”  We are proud of u Pooja… Actually it’s U who truly celebrated the Women’s Day…

Celebrating colors

Colors...

Shows depth of sea… wide range of sky…

Shows beauty of a butterfly…

Hide and unhide the emotions…

Brings smile on faces …

Rainbow in the sky… celebrates these colors …

Holi brings rainbow on earth… 

To make our lives livelier… with the wonderful colors…

समुद्र…

समुद्र…

कोणासाठी निळशार पाणी… 

कोणासाठी नारळाच्या झाडातून  वाहणारया वारयाची गाणी…

समुद्र…

कोणासाठी पाण्याची अवखळ लाट…

कोणासाठी क्षितिजापरेंत पोहोचवणारी वाट…

समुद्र…
कोणासाठी साधु पुरुषासारखा शांत…
कोणासाठी प्रेमिकांनी मारलेली हाक आर्त…

समुद्र…

कोणासाठी एक सुखद विसावा… 

कोणासाठी मोरपिशी रंगाचा सुंदर पिसारा…

समुद्र… 

कोणासाठी हातात न पकडता येणारी रेती… 

कोणासाठी जशी  राधेची कृष्णावरची प्रिती…


समुद्र… 
माझ्यासाठी हे सारं काही… 
पण मी फक्त विशाल म्हणते त्याला… 

इतर काही म्हणायची मला जणु गरजच वाटत नाही…  

 

Time Do Change... So the People....

She was 6 years old. It was a state level drawing and painting competition that she was participating in. Drawing was not at all her hobby nor was she good at it. She was participating the event just because of her school friends. She thought it will be fun to meet school friends on Sunday.

Competition started at 10am, when school teacher entered the class room. Teacher wrote 3 subjects on black board -

1) A peacock

2) Girl ready for her school

3) Bus on a road

Little girl got confused about what to draw. She asked teacher “What should I draw on this sheet??”  Teacher said, “Draw anything that u like.”

She was done with her drawing well in time. She drew a Joker… something that she used to like a lot…

20 years later...

 

Here is the painting drawn by the same girl… Exhibited on a wall of one of top IT Company... 

Now she is old enough to understand the meaning of subject for a competition… 

Mature enough to paint the given subject in her own Colors... with her own Dreams…

आयुष्यावर बोलताना ... 

प्रिय श्रीयुत संदीप ,
 स.न.वि.वि,.

खरं तर पत्रात तुम्हाला प्रिय म्हणं मला जास्त आवडेल, खूप मुली तुम्हाला मझयप्रमाणे “प्रिय” च मानत असतील; पण तुमचं सुखी कुटुंब प्रत्यक्ष पाहिल्यावर "प्रिय श्रीयुत " असंच म्हनाव असं  वाटलं. अगदी  मनापासून सांगायचं तर हा सगळा पत्रप्रपंच  तुम्हाला धन्यवाद देण्यासाठी.

काही दिवसापुर्वी तुमचा “आयुष्यावर बोलू काही ” हा कार्यक्रम परत पहिला. भरपूर मजा आली आणि नेहमीप्रमाणेच मनाला खूप खूप भावला.हा कार्यक्रम नेहमीच नवीन असतो, अगदी तुम्ही –म्हणजे संदीप आणि सलीलने जरी पैज लावून तसाच कार्यक्रम परत करायच ठरवलं तरीही ते निव्वळ अशक्य आहे आणि हेच ह्या कार्यक्रमाच विशेष आहे असं मला वाटतं. माझया सारखाच तिथे जमलेल्या मंडळीना, 3 तास कवितेतून आनंद देणं आणि "अरेरे संपले 3 तास..."  असं म्हणत बाहेर पडायला लावणं ह्यातच सारं काही आलं.

तसं पाहील तर मी जुनी – नवी हिंदी, मराठी गाणी अगदी मनापासून आणि कधीही ऐकते. पण मला कवितेची आवड लागली ती आपल्यामुळे. म्हणजे आधीही कविता वाचल्या, पण त्या फक्त शाळेच्या मराठीच्या पुस्तकात आणि तेव्हा त्या कविता मार्क मिळवण्यासाठी शिकत आणि अभ्यासात होतो, पण कविता कळायला लागली ती तुमच्यामुळे. खूप अवघड आणि  मोठे मोठे  शब्द; यमक, प्रास जुळवून लिहिले की बनते ती कविता… हीच आमची कवितेची व्याख्या होती. पण कवितेला यमाकापेक्षाही मोठा अर्थ असतो हे कळलं तुमच्या साध्या शब्दांमधून. तशी काही मी अगदीच अरसिक नाही; ताल, सूर यांची बर्‍यापैकी जाण आहे मला… पण शब्दांची जाण आली ती, तुमच्या मनाला भिडनार्‍या कवितमुळे. सुरुवातीला मजा म्हणून आम्ही ऐकत असणार्‍या तुमच्या कविता कधी आमच्याशी बोलायला लागल्या तेच कळलं नई.

तुमची पहिली कविता ऐकली ती “कसे सरतील सये” आणि ही तुमची कविता आहे; हे कळलं, पुढे काही महिन्यानंतर... तुमच्या अजुन काही कविता ऐकल्यानंतर. कॅसेट कव्हर वरचा तुमचा जीन्स मधला फोटो पाहून मस्त वाटलं. कवीसुद्धा चारचौघांसारखेच राहतात हे कळलं. आमच्यासारख्या सामन्या माणसाना कशाचही कौतुक वाटुच शकतं ना… नुकत्याचा ऐकलेल्या तुमच्या कार्यक्रमात तुम्ही सांगत होतात की, तुम्ही आणि सलील कार्यक्रमाच्यावेळी लोक टाळ्या तालात वाजवतात का ते पाहून, एखादी नेमकी खुर्ची पकडता आणि तो खडक फोडून दाखवं अस एकमेकांना चॅलेंज देता… आता टाळ्यांच्याबाबतीत नाही पण शब्दांच्याबाबतीत तुम्ही माझया सारखा खडक नक्की फोडला आहे.

पण हे सारं कसं जमतं हो तुम्हाला? तुम्ही पण चारचौघासारखं बोलता, राहता, हास्यविनोद करता, पण तरीही माणसाच्या मनातल्या भावना एतक्या perfect शब्दांमध्ये व्यक्त करू शकता. तुमच्या “दमलेल्या बाबा ची कहाणी“  ह्या कवितेनं सगळ्याना रडवलं... मलाही... पण त्याहीपेक्षा माझया डोळ्यात पाणी आलं ते “दूरदेशी गेला बाबा “ ह्या कवितेनं. एक मुलगी म्हणून मी बाबाच दुक्ख समजू शकले पण जगू शकले नाही आणि कधी बाबा म्हणून जगणारं पण नाही… पण आई बाबाना दिवसभर न भेटता आल्याने जीवाची होणारी तगमग मी अनुभवली आहे. तेव्हा नेमक काय वाटायचं ते आज तुमच्या शब्दांनी सांगितलं. लहानपणी जी गोष्ट मलाही नीटशी समजली नाही ती आज तुम्ही सगळ्याना समजावली. खरं तर म्हणून... अगदी मनापासून तुम्हाला Thanks  म्हणवास वाटलं... मुलं मोठ्यां इतकं शुद्ध, स्पष्ट बोलतं नाहीत पण म्हणून त्याना काहीच कळत नाही असं समजू नये हे तुमच्या कवितेनी शिकवलं.

आज तरुणपणी तुमच्या romantic कविता तर भन्नाट वाटतात… आणि कदाचित उद्या वर्धक्याच्या कविताही मन शांत करतील… आणि हीच तर तुमच्या शब्दांमधली जादू आहे जी परत परत आम्हाला खेचून आणते… मी काही मोठी लेखिका नाही किंवा साहित्याची मोठी अभ्यासक नाही, पण मला विचाराल तर  मराठी कविताना तुम्ही नवीन रसिक मिळवून दिले आहेत. माझया माहितीत 2 प्रकारचे लोक आहेत.. 1 ज्याना तुमच्या कविता आवडतात…भावतात आणि 2 ज्याना तुमच्या कविता कळून घ्यायच्या नसतात. हो म्हणजे तुमच्या कविता अगदी सध्या सरळ असतात… पण नाहीच समजून घ्यायचं असं ठरवलं तर काय करणार ना आपण तरी... माझ फक्त इतकचं म्हणणं आहे; एकदा ह्या कविता ऐकून तर पहा.. मग त्यातली मजा कळेल आणि तुम्हीही मझयसारखा मोठ्या पात्रातून नाही पण एक छोट Thanks नक्की म्हणाल संदीपला.
डॉक्टर माणसाची नस ओळखून उपचार करतात… तसचं तुम्ही आमचं मन ओळखता आणि त्याला व्यक्त करणार्‍या कविता ऐकवता… ह्यासाठी तुमचे खूप खूप आभार… धन्यवाद…!!!

आपली,

एक नम्र  चाहती 

ता. क
मी खूप जास्त बडबड करणारी आहे, त्यामुळे साधं धन्यवाद म्हणायला मला इतका मोठ पत्रच लिहावं लागलं.

The Notebook...

I like visiting stationary stores. I can spend hours with those colorful papers, pens, notebooks, diaries, sketch-pens, erasers, stickers… Every item smells so new. Each item attracts me, surprise me and then I simply can’t stop myself from buying all that stuff. Generally I roam around the colors section, slightest change in shade, making a huge difference… making life beautiful.

Last time when I visited the store, I stopped at the notebooks and diaries section. The rack was full of notebooks/ diaries with different page layouts, sizes and colors. The golden embossing on few diaries was announcing the arrival of New Year. Few notebooks were full of colorful flowers, while few with white pages, waiting for their owners, to make it colorful... Bookmark strings of few notebooks were very pretty while few diaries had a pen, already occupying the pen holder space in diary cover. Few engineer’s diaries had same old list of formulae rewritten in new font. Few executive diaries were presenting the owner with a changed world through updated maps and few diaries containing the STD/ISD codes of new cities and states, bringing the world closer.

Now to tell the truth, I am a bit of lazy girl and never make any resolutions, especially not for New Year. What I believe is never make any promises, even to yourself, if you know you can’t keep it till the end. So this year was also not an exception. I did not make any resolution this year as well. But that day I thought to buy a notebook and write whatever and whenever I feel like. Write... Not as a resolution but to have a New Year notebook. I was searching for the most beautiful notebook in the rack, but every notebook was unique in its own way and so I could not decide which one to buy.

It’s a day of Feb now, and I am yet to buy a notebook. I have visited the stationary shop many a times, after that day but, I am yet to decide. My friend says I am just making my confusion as an excuse for not buying a notebook to write down what I actually feel.

Actually, I am afraid... afraid of becoming like an open notebook.