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मलाच न कळले केव्हा हे मन तुझं होऊ लागलं

मला न सांगता हे मन माझं… तुझ्यात गुन्तु लागलं ..

त्या दुपारी ..

त्या दुपारी विचारलंस तू कि …माझी होशील का ?

 न परवानगी मागितली माझी ..न विचार केला क्षणभर ..

लगेचच होकार देऊन.. मन हे मोकळं झालं

मलाच न कळले केव्हा हे मन तुझं होऊ लागलं

तू स्वप्न मला दाखवली …

तू स्वप्न मला दाखवली आणि त्यात रन्गून हे गेलं..

 आयुष्याच्या चित्रात तुझेच रंग भरवत गेलं ..

सगळेच रंग हवे हवे से,इंद्रधनुष्य हे पूर्ण झालं

मलाच न कळले केव्हा हे मन तुझं होऊ लागलं..

तुझ्या सवयी

तुझ्या सवयी तुझ्या आवडी.. तुझीच भाषा हे बोलू लागलं

तेव्हा साण्शी ला चिमटा आणि वरणाला – आमटी हे म्हणू लागलं .

जेव्हा कळले हे त्याला तेव्हा स्वतावरच हसू लागलं ..

मलाच न कळले केव्हा हे मन तुझं होऊ लागलं..

तू दूर गेलास

तू क्षणभर दूर गेलास .. तर हे मन वेडापिसा झालं

तुझ्या आठवणी, तुझ्या काळजीने मन हे व्याकूळ झालं

कुठेच अजून लागत नाही ..तुझाच विचार करत राहिलं ..

मलाच न कळले केव्हा हे मन तुझं होऊ लागलं ..

आभा देशकर

११/०४/२०११

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Sant Kabir once said         “Guru Govind Dono Khade kake lagun paya                                                                                                                          Balihari Guru aapne, Govind diyon batay”

Roughly translated it means that my Guru and God are in front of me, and the dilemma is : in front of whom should I bow down and touch feet first? Then Kabir gives the answer… I choose my Guru before God because it’s he who showed me God.

Since eternal times the importance of a Guru in our Indian culture has been great. Students left the comfort of their homes to go and stay with their Guru- to learn, to get educated. This is also the same land that boasts of students like Eklavya, who did not think twice before cutting his thumb and giving it to his Guru, when asked for it.

And yet what BCCI (Board of Cricket Council In India) did the other day went unnoticed. We all were too happy, excited, on the top of the world, celebrating our victory over the world-cup to pay attention to such a miniscule thing.

Its pouring money, ads, houses, roads, and what not on Dhoni and Corp.

I wonder what BCCI was thinking when it announced spot prizes of a crore each for each of the players and 50 lacs to the coach and the support staff.

Was is that “Yeh toh waise bhi jaa raha hai…” Why spend on him now?

With the kind of money that BCCI earns it cannot even say- we were short of funds!!

A spot prize is the best way of motivation- is what any theory of motivation will tell. Yet what it does not say is that unequal distribution (whether real or perceived) will cause more harm later on.

Gary Kristen’s contribution as the coach of this Indian team is huge. Everybody agrees to that. Definitely more than Sreesanth’s, Piyush Chawla’a or Ashwin’s. (even put together for that matter!!)

My question here is what image of India is BCCI trying to portray?

The person who will be considered for this job next knows instantly that although he is expected to work as hard as any player (even more!) and the country will blame him for a poor show, yet he should not expect to be treated on par with players when getting rewarded??

Why? Because in India we celebrate players? What about the people who worked constantly behind the scenes? Does the fact that a coach and the support staff leave their families in some other country to come and serve you for around 3 years, to make the dream of 1.2 billion people into a reality mean nothing to all of us?

Some people may try to argue that Gary Kristen was the only player apart from Sachin to be carried on the shoulders, which shows how much he is respected. Yes. But why did the players not stand up together and say that to the BCCI while cashing up the money? Why did they not demand equal rewards for their coach?

And to top it all, some of the so- called- cricketing- experts go to the extent of expressing that Gary Kristen should be retained in some form or the other..

BCCI seriously needs to learn from this faux pas and stop putting all of us to such shame…else people (Read : ungrateful Afridi) will keep saying “The people of India do not have a big heart….”

Only saying that we respect is not enough…it also needs to be shown.

Ashamed…

Abha Deshkar

09/04/2011

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Today I was waiting for a friend at CCD. This was the first time I was alone at this place. Usually when you are with a group of friends somehow you become oblivious to others.. So, here I was sitting all alone. In the beginning I felt really awkward, it reminded me of my days in Nerul, and how much I dreaded eating at restaurants alone.

Anyway, one positive thing about the whole situation was it gave me a chance to observe people.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon, and a gang of young college girls rolled in just about when I came. Probably in FY or SY, they were seated right behind me, and giggled away, right from the moment they came in. Although I coudnt see them, they seemed to be imitating some Prof, then went into long discussion of what to order and finally started to gossip!! In the middle I could hear them giggling at something or the other.. Earlier what seemed amusing, gradually became boring, even a tad bit irritating…                                                                                                                                                        But isnt this how I behave even today, when I’m with my girlfriends..I thought, and smiled… I missed them soo much and thought as to how we never seem to catch up lately..

Yet the memory of the good times bought a smile to my face.. oops..stop smiling..I told myself….People will think you are mad..smiling away at yourself like that!

Right next to me, I had noticed was a Marathi TV actor, wearing glares inside the cafe. In Parle one gets to see many such characters…. He seemed to be engrossed with another guy, an older one though, probably discussing a script. BTW, he’s not as good looking a guy as he looks on screen. He even had a paunch…hidden discreetly on tv using smart photography…My interest in him weaned as quickly as the serial in which he was cast…..

“Not baaaad!!” I heard a voice loud enough and instinctively turned towards the door.. Oh ya..really not bad.. A girl in a miniskirt just walked in with a guy. I checked out the girl..(!!!) who settled in the centre of the café…while her companion went to place an order…. A quick glance at the whole place and ya..just as I had guessed, all eyes were on HER…I was reminded of a little game, me and my friends used to play in Aurangabad. First we would rate a guy on his looks and then wait for him to open his mouth. Usually the scoreboard would go like…

LOOKS : “8…no I guess 9….” 

//MOUTH OPEN/                                                                                                                                                                                  

“oh no! 3!!”   ;)   ;)                                                                                                                                                                                                              

 I rated her a 8 ½ on her looks… As soon as they had settled, the girl started to cry..the guy seemed to be shouting. The more the girl cried, the more the guy got angry…Finally he walked out leaving the poor girl alone. I thought of all the times I had wasted my wishes (those precious eyelids which always seem to fall when you have really nothing to ask for) on asking God to make me more beautiful. …But beauty they say…comes at a virtue…

Far away in the corner were a couple, who had ordered one coffee amongst themselves…Hand in hand they spoke little and kept smiling at each other..probably making some plans for the future..

“Maam would you like to place the order..” Somebody interrupted my plans for them. ;)

“Im actually waiting for somebody” I cringed… Im not sure why, but I hate it when I have to face such situations….       I vowed never to come early again! ;)

“Ok. maam..”

And then for the first time I noticed the waiter. A young guy…definitely a maharahtrian…in the trade mark red clothes and black cap of CCD. I wondered how his life must be….working at CCD. Regularly tending to people of all kinds..Mostly youngsters coz the old (and Wise!!) definitely do not spend 200 bucks on shitty caffeine…                        And even though there were 4 employees at the counter, he seemed to be the only one to cater to people.. He went on swiftly from one table to another, waiting patiently for the couple who couldn’t decide on which coffee to take, or juggling the multiple orders (and some changes too!!!) of the gang of girls…Serving the distraught girl her coffee and the tough guys theirs…

He must be seeing so much of all of this everyday! And yet he went about as dispassionately as ever from table to table…serving different concoctions of the same thing..

My memories of a coffee shop include laughing, gossiping, shouting (till the time the waiter asked us politely to leave!)…celebrating.. making important decisions…making plans…changing plans..even crying and now this…..

Well indeed, a lot can happen over coffee…

Cheers!

Abha Deshkar

06/04/2011

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Part II

Seeing me speechless, he continued, “Look at them. Did you see any Japanese woman beating her chest on the front page of any news paper? May be they did beat their chests but it was never shown to the world. But still, that helped to maintain the spirit and it held the nation together in times of crisis. The credit should go to the maturity and understanding that the Japanese media has shown. Can you imagine what would have been the case with Indian media? They thrive on tragedy. Tragedy makes TRPs for them and that is probably the only thing they care about.”

"I think you are going overboard there!”, I retorted, “Have you forgotten the 26/7 deluge in Mumbai and the areas around? Or the Train blasts? The media played an important role in India. Especially Radio Channels who helped people get in touch with and keep track of their loved ones! You cannot single out Indian media for their love of tragedy and TRPs. You should accept that they have their uses and are highly effective too.Take the case of 26/11, were the media not responsible for disbursing information that was so necessary in order to bring a little order to the chaos?”

Sambhaji was ready, “Agreed that they were useful but they did do some damage that was irreparable”

“And how is that, my scholarly friend?”, I asked, sarcasm being one of the essential components of my DNA.

“Do you forget that the media was also responsible for broadcasting each and every detail about the movements of the police, Marcos and the NSG commandos? Do you really think that the terrorists inside a 5 star hotel would and who were the masterminds behind that attack would not have the sense to just switch on any of the TV sets and get all intelligence about the troop movements, served to them on a platter? Moreover, by stationing themselves close to the attack places they endangered their own lives and also made the job of the police difficult! And for this exceptional behavior they were criticized widely by the press agencies world-over!”

Sambhaji continued,"The mature behavior of the media in such a crisis is not the only thing we should learn from Japan, there is a long list of lessons that we must take from them. Just take the example of when floods or any such natural disaster hits India. Have you seen the chaos when food packets are distributed? It is like people will kill for one food packet. However, in Japan people stood in queues, patiently waiting for their turn. No one shouted at anyone nor were there any flaring tempers. Things were organized and orderly because people understood that each one has been affected by the disaster and has lost something or worse someone special.”

“But..”, I tried to cut his flow of words.

He continued unabated, “Not to forget that the people did not loot the shops in such a time. In one shop when the power failed, people just kept the items on the shelves and left the shop. Can you imagine what we Indians would have done? When there were riots in Gujarat, people got down from their Mercedes Benz and looted shops. Greed, that is what we Indian people like. No matter how much we have, most of us are never content.”

“But Sambha, you are generalizing this to the whole of the nation. A handful of people do this. The rest of the country did not do this. How can you consider one such situation and say the whole country is like that?”

“Ok. Fine. I will not generalize. I will tell you many more such examples. In Japan,after the Tsunamis and earthquake struck, the strong cared for the weak. Each one understood that they should use only how much they needed. No hoarding of goods was done. In India, backed by the local gundas and politicians, on a regular basis hoarding is done in ration shops. And our great leaders will not even think twice once they smell the scent of money! And what about those 50 workers who stayed behind in the Fukushima Reactor so that others could be safe outside?"

“Are you saying that we Indians would not have done so?”, I said, “Have you forgotten during the Mumbai deluge how people went out of their way and helped others? How BEST drivers still kept the bus service running so that people could reach home? Or have you, Sambha, forgotten those constables on bandobast duty on 26/11? Those brave souls who with nothing but lathis in their hands and courage in their hearts took on the terrorists who were armed to the teeth? They just shouted ‘Ganpati Bappa Morya’ and rushed at the terrorists. Tukaram Omble held the barrel of Kasab’s rifle and pounced on him so that his colleagues could capture him alive. He took bullets so that others may survive. What drove them to do this Sambha? There was no guarantee of any award for this act. He knew he would die still he did it. So say anything but just don’t say that my countrymen will not make sacrifices because there are enough examples to prove that!”

He had touched a nerve somewhere in my brain to cause this outburst and I did not relent in my rebuttal, “ I agree that Japan has so many good things that we all can take lessons from but we Indians are not worthless. The examples that we are talking about are some incidents in the country. You cannot blame the whole nation for that. Agreed that these incidents are of grave nature and must be tackled with. Even my blood boils when I listen to such news about a woman being stripped in public. Sometimes I wish even I could take the law in my own hands and cut their hands off. But as law abiding citizens we cannot do that and have to wait for legal action.”

“And how can you forget times of Kargil,Tsunami and Mumbai Deluge when people were united and went out of the way to help each other? Even people in Japan did that. Anywhere in the world, people would still do that!"

Sambhaji was taken aback, “I should not have said that. I was wrong. However, there are a lot of areas where we can learn from the Japanese and may be vice-versa also. Look at the architecture of Japanese buildings! They know they have many earthquakes throughout the year and hence they have developed their buildings so that the earthquakes won’t cause much damage. Look at us, we get one flood each year in Bihar and Orissa region. This has been going on since times immemorial. But still we do not do anything to prevent that flood from causing wide-scale damage. Rather, we let the floods strike and then look for the cure! Anyway, discussing this won’t make much difference to the current scenario.What we need is action.Come on, lets have a cup of tea and head home. I have to reach office in time!”

We had tea and as Sambhaji went away, I got lost in my own thoughts. The whole negative path that the conversation had taken had depressed me a lot. He was right, talking won’t make the difference. Something had to be done. Discipline would have to be instilled from the childhood. Children must be taught to care for each other and always be selfless in their thoughts. The corruption in the system can be removed only if we teach our children right from the childhood, only if he adults can resist the urge to be corrupt and to make others corrupt. It is a very long process. I wish I could make a change. I did not know how. I felt helpless.

Is there any hope for us Indians then, I thought. Our youngsters are losing touch with their Indian side. They‘d rather ape the western culture. They won’t look out for the good things in the western culture but would rather stick to the bad things. Our politicians have mastered the art of Divide and Rule and would teach it to the British now. Sex crimes against women are on the rise.The Judicial System has become a big joke in itself & it has more loopholes than laws.

As I was thinking and was dejected,I remembered a Ph.D. friend who had gone back to his village near Sangli to educate children, sponsor their education, carry out aforestation and also water harvesting. Nearby,I saw a small school going girl helping a blind man to cross the road. Nearby, a  youth was carrying shopping bags for an old lady.I smiled as I saw this.

There is still hope for this Great Nation.

- Pranjal Wagh

04 April 2011

Note: Inspiration for this story/post came from a e-mail I received from my friend, Anup Bokil about ‘10 things we should learn from Japan’ and also from the news about molestation taking place after the India-Pak semifinal match of the ICC Cricket World Cup 2011

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Part I

“Sambha, did you see how we were one yesterday night? Did you see how each one of us, irrespective of religion & caste stood shoulder to shoulder to support Team India? Politicians may divide this country but Cricket brings us together!”

It was the morning after the India Pakistan Semi Final Clash of the Cricket World Cup 2011. India had demolished, humiliated Pakistan, routed them and sent them back to their country and were on their way to the finals.

My friend, Sambhaji was sitting along with me on the famous Shivaji Park Katta and we were excitedly chatting about the Indian triumph. Having seen the euphoria and the celebrations afterwards and the feeling of oneness that people showed during the match, I was exictedly talking about the magic of cricket and how it unites people in India,

Sambhaji, the wiser and more experienced of the both of us looked at me, smiled and shoved a copy of the day’s newspaper in my face.

“Read this! See how we Indians unite during matches and tease, harass and sexually harass our women & men too! See how many police complaints were registered yesterday night! A night which was supposed to be a night of joy has turned a nightmare for so many women& men!”

Not to be outdone by his sudden attack, I replied, “ I admit that these attacks should not have happened but then people were drunk and then the police should also have been on guard!”

“Is it? Is it only the police who are responsible for the security of our women? Do we need the police or some law enforcement body to tell us to control our carnal urges? Whatever happened to the so-called Glorious Indian Culture that we keep on harping about? As we sit below this statue of Shivaji Maharaj, do we forget his ideology? Parastree Mate Samaan (Other women are equivalent to Mothers).Do we forget that in this land of Shivaji Maharaj, once the Patil of the village Ranze near Pune had his arms and legs cut off for raping a woman? And today we the sons of this great country are raping our own women, molesting them in mobs? Are we not raping our own culture by doing this? Are we not raping this country itself, who we proudly call Bharat Mata?”

“Sambha”, I tried to cool him down, “Capital Punishment like this cannot be meted out today! Human Rights people will jump at this opportunity! And it is a democracy today and not a monarchy!”

“Pranjal, that is not the point! We are cultured individuals and our culture is indeed great. There is no doubt about that but somewhere we forget that we ought to respect other people too and in our enthusiasm to celebrate such occasions we cross the line! And this is not at all right. There should be some self-restraint! We Indians always think on a very low personal level. Think of how the other person would feel when you molest him or her. Think of how you would feel if a mob jumps on you and rips your clothes off. Think of how you would feel if your mother and/or sister were molested and stripped of their clothes and their izzat in public. How would you feel?”

An animal when cornered does two possible things. It completely surrenders or it launches a deadly attack as a last resort. Being a human being I did a mixture of both.

“Sambha, you are right!These things should not happen and we should certainly exercise restraint. And these hooligans should be dealt with severely and punished at the earliest.”

And now I wanted to divert the discussion and take it to a different aspect of the topic so that, for the sake of arguing, I could gain some ground in this battle. Management and Marketing Fundas, eh?So, I continued.

“ But my point was how we are united in such times. May it be Cricket or even Kargil War or the earthquakes and Tsunami. India has always been united in such times.”

I felt proud to have used such tactics to try and move the conversation to another level, after all I was an MBA graduate and an MBA should know how to talk at all times.

What I forgot was that, only a degree does not count. What matters is how you have lived your life and how many exams in life you have cleared.Sambhaji was clearly ahead of me in that. Both in terms of age and experience of life. He was a management graduate from the college of life, for god’s sake!

He smiled like an experienced General who watches his opponents feeble attempts to salvage something from the battle before he destroys him completely, and said to me,

“Earthquakes and Tsunamis? In that case what we must do is take lessons from Japan. That country is a true phoenix. It has got the courage to rise up from the ashes and be the best. In short, The Japanese have got balls to tell life, Do whatever you want. Hit us as hard as you can. Knock us down. You may kill many of us. You may physically hurt us. But by God, you can never even dampen our spirit, let alone kill it. No matter what you do, we will always get up and live life with pride!”

(Continued…)

- Pranjal Wagh

04 April 2011

Note: Inspiration for this story/post came from a e-mail I received from my friend, Anup Bokil about ‘10 things we should learn from Japan’ and also from the news about molestation taking place after the India-Pak semifinal match of the ICC Cricket World Cup 2011

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