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Dear Aai..

Because I do not want you to be only my – mother “in- law”

 

आई- तुमच्या     तुझ्यासाठी

 

आई कधीच तुम्ही नस्ते

तुम्ही म्हन्ट्लॅ तर ती आई नस्ते…

मग ती सासू, काकु, आत्या किव्हा मामी अस्ते..

पण आई कधीच तुम्ही नस्ते

तुम्ही म्हन्ट्लॅ तर ती आई नस्ते….

 

कधि यार … कधि रगवणारी फार

कधि डॉक्टर तर कधि टीचर अस्ते

कधि कधि तर चक्क मागे लागणारी कटकटही अस्ते

तरी आई कधीच तुम्ही नस्ते

तुम्ही म्हणण्या इत्कि ती पर्कि नस्ते….

 

"तुम्ही" हा मान बाबांचा अस्तो

कारण बाबा जे म्हणतात ते ऐकाव लागत्…

आई शी थोड़ी हुज्जत घालता येते

म्हणुन कदाचित्… आई कधीच तुम्ही नस्ते

तुम्ही म्हन्ट्लॅ तर ती आई नस्ते….

 

आई ला तुम्ही म्हणुन आदर देता येत नाही…

आई चा आदर हा आई म्हणण्यातच अस्तो

किवहा म्हणण्या पेक्षा ही जासत मानन्यवर अस्तो.

म्हणुन मी म्हण्ते की…..…आई कढीच तुम्ही नस्ते

तुम्ही म्हन्ट्लॅ तर ती आई नस्ते….

 

आई म्हणत नसली तरी तीला सगळ माहिती असत

कळ्जी हे तीच एक शस्त्र असत

आपल्या मुलानच्या  हालचालीं वर तिच काटेकोर लक्ष असत

म्हणुन आई कधीच तुम्ही नस्ते

तुम्ही म्हणण्या इत्कि ती पर्कि नस्ते…..

 

 

आभा देशकर
३१/१२/२०१०

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"वत्सा,वेळ हे सर्वोत्तम औषध आहे!",
अस माझे मित्र म्हणाले होते,
पण तू गेलीस अन् प्रत्येक क्षण,
काळ बनायचा माझ्यासाठी!

सुरुवातीला दु:ख तर झालच
जीवघेण्या वेदनाही झाल्या!
काही अश्रू बनून ओघळून गेल्या,
काही मनातल्या मनात लपून राहिल्या…

"विसर आता तिला, आपल आयुष्य जग!",
थोर अनुभवी लोक सांगू लागले.
पण ह्यांना मी कस सांगू,
माझा जीव तुझ्यात अडकलाय ते?

 

पण मग मीच म्हटल स्वतःला,
किती दिवस तिची आठवण काढणार?
आपल आयुष्य तिच्या आठवणीत
अस वाया तरी कस घालवणार? 

मग मी घेतला निर्णय
कामात पुरता बुडून गेलो!
तुझ्या सार्‍या आठवणी
खोल कुठेतरी मनात पुरून बसलो! 

विसरलो होतो मी तुला
अस वाटल खर मला
पण मग परवा मी भेटलो तुला
आणि कोण जाणे काय झाले मला!

तू अधिकच सुंदर दिसलीस!
हृदयामध्ये परत घन्टी वाजली!
पोटात गोळा आला!
आणि पावसात देखील उन्हे पडली!

पुर्वी व्हायचे जसे,
आजही अगदी तसेच झाले!
मनात विचारांची गर्दी झाली,
पण बोलता मात्र काहीच नाही आले!

पण तुझा प्रत्येक शब्द, तुझा प्रत्येक क्षण
मी त्या संध्याकाळी जपून ठेवत होतो!
तुझ्याबरोबरची ती संध्याकाळ
मनामध्ये मी साठवत होतो!

जेव्हा तुझी निघायची वेळ झाली
हृदयातून एक कळ आली
तू निघून जाणार मला एकटा सोडून
ही जीवघेणी जाणीव झाली!

"जाऊ नकोस, मला तू हवी आहेस!"
अस तुला सांगू शकत नव्हतो
तुझ्यावर नसलेला हक्क
मी बजावू शकत नव्हतो!

तू गेलीस
अन् अंधार झाला!
आयुष्यातला प्रकाश गेला
अन् काळोख पडला!

तू नाहीस माझ्यासोबत
ही जाणीव होत होती!
तू नसणार कधीच माझ्याबरोबर
ही जाणीव जीव जाळीत होती!

पण असे का व्हावे,
हे मला कळत नव्हते
मन उदास का झाले,
हे मात्र समजत नव्हते!

मग कळल मला
आणि मी जाणून चुकलो!
तुला मी कधीच विसरलो नव्हतो,
मी अजूनही तुझ्याच प्रेमात होतो!

मला वाटले मी सावरलो होतो,
माझ नव आयुष्य जगत होतो
पण सत्य तर हेच आहे
तुझ्यातच माझ जीवन आहे!

तू नाहीस माझी,
मला माहीत आहे
पण मी तुझा नसून देखील
तुझाच, फक्त तुझाच आहे!

- प्रांजल वाघ
  २४ डिसेंबर २०१०

 

PS: All credits for the title of the poem to my friend, Tejas Thatte. Thanks!!

 

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:)

माझ्यावर रुस्णारा तो तूच..

मग मला मनवणारा पण तूच..

 

स्वप्ने दाखवणारा तो तूच..

आणि कधी कधी स्वप्नात येऊन त्रास देणारा तो तूच

 

आकाशात उडून भरारी मार..अस म्हणारा तो तूच

आणि आपल्या मिठीत पकडून ठेवणारा तो तूच…

 

कधी लहान मुला सारखा वागणारा तो तूच 

आणि कधी माझी काळजी घेणारा तो तूच…

 

कधी कधी न ऐकता फोन ठेवणारा तो तूच

आणि तस्संतास गप्पे मारणारा तो तूच…

 

माझ्यावर हक्काने ओरद्णारा पण तूच

आणि माझा सल्ला घेणारा तो तूच

 

दररोज रात्री झोपवणारा तो तूच…

आणि भांडल्यावर रात्रभर जागवणारा तो तूच….

 

स्वतंत्र हो म्हणारा तो तूच

आणि “मी नेहमीच आहे” अस म्हणारा पण तूच..

 

छोट्या छोट्या गोष्टी ची आठवण करून देणारा तो तूच

आणि सगळ जग विसरवणारा पण तूच…

 

तूच दिवसात..आणि रात्री पण तूच…

तूच स्वप्नात आणि अस्तित्वात तो तूच…

 

माझ्यावर सगळ्यात जास्त प्रेम करणारा तो

तूच तूच आणि तूच :)

 

-आभा देशकर

२२/१२/२०१०

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Dedicated to the “generation gap” ;)

प्रेम म्हणजे प्रेम म्हणजे प्रेम असत
पण तुमच – आमच काहीच सेम नसत

तुम्ही लिहिलेल एक-मेकाना प्रेम पत्र असत
आमच मात्र फॉर्वर्डेड मेसेजस च तंत्र असत

झाडा मागून बघण्याच तुमच हे सेटिंग असत
हातात हात घातलेल आमच खुल्लांखुल्ला लफड असत्

प्रेम म्हणजे प्रेम म्हणजे प्रेम असत
पण तुमच –आमच काहीच सेम नसत

तुमच्याकडचा एक फोटो, तुमच्यासाठी सर्वस्व असत
आमच पूर्ण हार्डडिस्क एक मेकांच्या फोटोस नि भरलेल असत

घरातल्या मोठ्यांच्या हस्ते तुम्ही पाठवलेल नेरोप असत
आम्ही  घरच्यांना  नंतर संगितलेल  हे एक छोटस सीक्रेट असत

प्रेम म्हणजे प्रेम म्हणजे प्रेम असत
पण तुमच – आमच काहीच सेम नसत

मुलगा-मुलगी दाखवण्याच तुमच ते कार्यक्रम असत
आम्हच मात्रा आधीच हार्ट -टू-हार्ट कॉन्वर्सेशन झालेल असत

तुम्ही फिरायला जाता ते एक एकांत नदी च काठ असत
आम्हला मात्रा भरलेल्या मौल मधे मिळालेल एक कॉर्नर असत

तुमच जन्म जनमान्तराच झालेल एक कमिटमेंट असत
“ पुढच पुढे बघू “…आम्ही फक्त इत्कच ठरवलेल असत

प्रेम म्हणजे प्रेम म्हणजे प्रेम असत
पण तुमच – आमच काहीच सेम नसत

-आभा देशकर
१७/१२/२०१०

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Today I am feeling overwhelmed! As i sit down to write this, I got a  message from my friend, saying that she loved my last post on the blog, and that she too had a kinetic honda on which she learned to ride….I am feeling happy that many people have liked my writing and that blog in particular…

And to think of it, I almost did not post it!! Well I wrote that about an year ago, and everytime i’ve thought of posting it, Ive felt its too silly. I mean there is really nothing in it..except for some old memories of vehicles…which Im sure everbody has..nothing extraordinary..nothing worth mentioning…

And then again how right is it to keep going back to your past…to relive those moments again and again..to cling to those memories… I really must learn to live in the present…

Yet, brushing aside all these thoughts,I posted the writeup, on an impulse..  By now if you are a regular reader, Im sure you know that most of the things I do, are on an impulse…

Anyway I want to thank everybody for the response that I got for the other blogs and that one in particular…

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27 posts…to be precise 19 articles and 8 poems…later I can say that I’m a blogger..

And just like that post it almost never happened…

It was 13th of March when I got a totally unexpected offer from Mr. Pranjal Wagh..

And the offer letter said

“Ms. Abha Deshkar,
Would you be willing to contribute to my blog with your fantastic poetry and prose?
And I am serious this time and not kidding!
Do tell me!”

 

My first reaction was..NO WAY!!

Firstly I don’t write regularly..secondly most people would not even find it worth reading…many a times my poems do not rhyme…my thoughts are not orderly and I just write about things which are stupid!

But something inside me kept telling me i should do it.. and so I did….

I don’t think I’ve ever said this..but thank you Pranjal…for making me a part of this blog…I’ve always wondered why you did it…Had I been in your place I would have just been too possessive about it and wouldn’t let anybody else be a part of it…  ;)

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They say, the only difficult part of writing is the beginning… I disagree.

The most difficult part according to me is baring your soul in front of others…exposing what you think..what goes on in your mind..

Secondly there’s always a chance of getting misinterpreted…of being classified..Because many a times we write things when we are in a particular mood… people begin to form an image.. which is sometimes difficult to defend and mostly difficult to change…

Sometimes I have to tell people…I’m not as thankful in real life as I am on the blog..I also am not half as helpful or considerate… or even funny for that matter( although I do try hard ;) )

But then again you are not here to read how I am actually…..:) :)

 

In a self doubting mode again…

Abha Deshkar

9/12/2010

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Dear Baba….

This one’s for you……

Its the 3rd saturday i.e the “parent teacher meet saturday” … A look at the parking lot and I know my father is here…Amidst the display of cars, one vehicle that stands apart is our Blue Kinetic Honda. Feeling a little ashamed I turn back and hide in my class, wondering why it was so necessary for you to attend all parent teachers meetings..

Our blue Kinetic was one of a kind. And lately it had been troubling all the more. The whole building would wake up at the noise it made as you kick started it every morning…

But some of my best moments have also come from the same kinetic…Like going to Gulmandi market every Sunday morning to buy vegetables…Standing in front of my father on the scooter and feeling the wind on a wintry Aurangabad evening….sometimes going off to sleep and then the struggle to keep myself awake..

As the years went by…we bought a Maroon Maruti-800….

You were very clear about learning to drive on your car only…and so you learnt to drive with this car…. every morning when we were asleep you would go……. so that by the end of 2 months you could take us for our first looong drive…

It was definitely one of the best days of my life…..I can still remember the the dark maroon seat covers…no child lock on the windows because I was old enough now….cleaning the screen with a shower of water…wondering from where it came….the initial long drives…the music system with the same cassette playing again and again….and you coming to pick me up from my classes when it got late…

With a shift of a job, came the chauffeur driven Silver Maruti- Esteem….

Now that definitely added a lot of esteem…It was a long car…one that I had only perhaps secretly dreamt of…. and ya..it was chauffeur driven with not one but 2 drivers on our call anytime, anyday.  It was a dream come true and yet at the same time it meant that you would drive less and less.. Now it was the driver who accompanied me to my classes..and we rarely went for those long drives

Again a change of job bought us the white Ford Explorer… a four wheel drive which was quite intimidating at the first. I wondered how you would drive this mean machine…I mean, you were definitely not getting younger as the years went by…But after the initial fines…you did well and continue to do so.Although I must admit, your insistence to park the car exactly in the allocated place,did bug me.

And finally last year you got a Metallic Red Ford Explorer- (you really have fallen for Ford, havent you?? ) which has a roll down screen…a remote controlled audio system and surround sound. But  now we hardly have any time for those long drives..You are busy,running behind contracts and trying to surpass last year’s profit..and I am busy, trying to create an identity for my own.

If anything the vehicles in our life are just an indication of how well you done for yourself and for us too…

But seriously, miss those Kinetic days….and you too..

love,

Abha.

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I remember it was 6th Dec 2008. Crowds and crowds of people were moving towards Chaityabhoomi on Dadar Chowpatty.Now for people who do not know what the significance of 6th December is and do not have any iota of an idea of what Chaityabhoomi is, let us start from the basics.

6th December is the Mahaparinirvan Divas of Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar, the great Indian leader who fought all his life for the rights of the lower caste people. For some people, who do not even take the effort of thinking with their heads, he is the person responsible for the reservations and why their kids cannot get admission because they are in OPEN category. For the lower castes, he is, put in a single apt word, GOD. For people like me, he was a visionary and a great scholar, a lover of books, the architect of our constitution and of course a great leader!

Chaityabhoomi, on the other hand, you could say is the Samadhi of Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar. Babasaheb had embraced buddhism towards the end of his life and like the Stupa in Sanchi, Chaityabhoomi stands at Dadar Chowpatty. People, especially his followers, visit Chaityabhoomi & pay their respects to Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar.

So, on 6th December every year, our Dalit Bandhus, as our politicians love to put it, come from all over the nation and visit Chaityabhoomi. And as always, our great Netas, put up posters and hoardings with Dr. Ambedkar’s photo and one of his quotes, and even bigger pictures of themselves on it.

On 6th December 2008, I was walking down Swatantryaveer Sawarkar Road and I saw a poster which instantly caught my attention. Roughly A3 in size it had a quote of Dr. Ambedkar written on it.I do not remember which political party had put up the poster but the quote is still fresh in my mind. It was addressed to the lower castes & goes like this,

 

“ I want to see one of YOU become the PRIME MINISTER of India”

Little did Babasaheb know how the genius Netas of our nation would interpret the statement and use it for their benefit.What he actually meant was different and what the maker of that poster wanted to convey was completely different!

Babasaheb Ambedkar simply wanted to tell the downtrodden people to progress! He wanted them to learn. He wanted them to have education. He wanted they not only be literate but they be capable of understanding things said by Netas and be able to take the right decisions! He wanted them to be educated in the real sense of the term. When he said he wanted to see one of the lower caste people become the Prime Minister of the nation, he actually meant that they should educated themselves, enter the system, change it for the better of both the people and the nation! He wanted them to elevate their castes to such a great height that there would be no divide between people based on castes! And when such educated persons enter the system and do good for the country then he deserves to be the PM. When such a time dawns, it won’t matter if the person is an OBC, NT,ST,VJ, Brahmin etc.

What Babasaheb Ambedkar meant when he quoted the above line and what our great politicians, or Dalit Netas as they call themselves, convey to the masses is completely different!

They will use this statement by Dr. Ambedkar and his Demi God status in the lower castes and based on that will try to achieve political mileage.

They will say, “ Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar wanted that a Dalit become the Prime Minister of India. We are Dalit leaders and we will work for the benefit of Dalits. So, give us your valuable votes and bring us to power so that we can make a dalit the PM of the nation and complete his life dream!”

What they actually mean is, “ Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar wanted to uplift the Dalits to such a level, that each one of you would be capable of leading the country as the PM. However,we are neither interested in your benefit nor in achieving the dreams of Dr. Ambedkar. All we are interested in is coming to Power. All we want is avenues to earn money so that our 7 generations to come can feast using that money. We know, you people are not educated enough because we have deliberately kept you like that and hence we will show that we are extremely concerned and will dedicate our lives to uplift you. However, we will not uplift you but keep you oppressed and away from the opportunities that are actually your fundamental rights. But then to ensure that you vote for us we will continue to offer you reservations. We will make you so used to reservations that we will make you feel that they are your fundamental rights. By doing this we will maintain a division between various castes so that the nation is never united and our vote banks are secure!”

To achieve their own selfish motives, these worthless, lowly creatures  who dare call themselves “leaders” of a huge chunk of the Indian population, have destroyed what Dr. Ambedkar wanted to tell his followers and after his death have taken the Dalit population for a ride and unfortunately, they  continue to do so.

Bastards.

 

Regards,

Pranjal A. Wagh

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