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(This post is unlike me. I hardly write such personal posts. Don’t know why I wrote this. Just spur of the moment!)

 

We met after a long time.

We few, we happy few,we who battled through the 4 brutal years at Engineering and survived! :)

Some we met after just days, some after months and some we met after many long years.

We revived our old memories, went back to those old lost days, We tried to sit together in that College Foyer!

We giggled like children, made fun of each other, laughed till our stomachs ached and tears rolled down our cheeks.

We were settled, well almost everyone of not all. Some were doing jobs, some free lancers and some were just trying to set up their business!

We had met because one of was shifting to Dubai, one of us was getting married!

How fast time had flown away! It seems like it was yesterday that we were in Engineering! We had gone to our IV a few days back and our farewell had gotten over just yesterday!

Now people were getting married, having kids, buying cars and houses!

 

It was late night when my best friend bid me farewell and caught his train at Vikhroli Station! And I crossed the bridge and waited on the other platform for my train – lost in thoughts…

 

Alone I was the Last Man Standing on the platform waiting for the train. Somehow I felt very alone in this world.

People were getting married, going for jobs abroad, getting “settled”. They were doing everything that people do when they “Grow-up”(Not that I wanted any of those things…)

Me? I was just me I felt.

The same old me who had just watched these times flash by. The same old me who was not yet “settled” probably because it didn’t matter to him what people thought…

 

Some crappy music was playing on the phone. Just as I changed the music, the train entered the station. The music track started

Jodi Tor Dak Shune Keu Na Ase Tobe Ekla Cholo Re”

( Bengali for : “If no one responds to your call, then go your own way alone”)

Talk about Irony!

 

And it brought a smile to my face. A smile which was somehow both Sad and Happy. I just don’t know why!

 

Living in Memories of Past,

Pranjal Wagh

 

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Today I forgot to wish a friend on his birthday… Somehow it just slipped off my mind, and then when Facebook reminded me, it was already too late.

This was the same friend, for whom 2 years ago,  I along with my gang, had planned a surprise party, gone in the rains and got a personalized gift and cake and celebrated with all the paraphernalia.

Sadly this is not the first time that this is happening to me. In the past 2 years I have failed to keep in touch, forgotten to even call on birthdays and missed soo many of the group meetings, that I am surprised as to how close I was to soo many of them just 2 years ago!

After Engineering some of us decided to study further, while others chose to work. Busy schedules, different cities and changing telephone operators kept us apart.

“Yeh dosti… hum nahi Chodenge…todenge dum magar…tera saath na chodenge…”.. I remember the day distinctly like it was just yesterday…. we all sitting together.. singing songs proclaiming our friendship until eternity….

 

Just one year ago, as a new joinee in my Company.. we were sent on a 21 day induction.. In these 21 days I formed great friends, some really good people… but again, all that has remained are some facebook acquaintances.

“So, like whats’ your problem?? You cant expect to keep in touch with 600 friends (my fb count ;) )”, somebody asks me.

Well nothing. Its just that……….

I sweared it would never happen..

I proclaimed it would never happen..

I hoped it would never happen..

I wished it would never happen…..

And yet it did…

Well I guess… pal do pal ka saath hamara.. pal do pal ke yaarane hai … and I better get used to it….

 

Abha Deshkar

22/4/2012

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थोरले बाजीराव पेशवे (१७०० -१७४०)

थोरले बाजीराव पेशवे (१७०० -१७४०)

नर्मदेच्या भयाण वाळवंटात फिरून फिरून अगदी वैतागून गेलो होतो आम्ही… रणरणत ऊन भाजून काढत होतं…उष्ण हवा तर सतत वाहत होती…कुठे निवाऱ्याला सावली सापडत नव्हती…आमच्या गाडीचा ड्रायव्हर  मूळचा इंदोरचा पण त्याने देखील कधी गाडी इतक्या आत आणली नव्हती…
शोध होतं तो एकच गोष्टीचा…पण ती देखील कुठे आहे कोणालाच माहित नव्हती…
आणि ही अशी परिस्थिती फक्त ‘हिंदुस्तानातच’ आपल्यावर येऊ शकते..

१५ मे २००९ च्या लोकमत मधील एका लेखाने खाड्कन डोळे उघडले आमचे…
शिवाजी शिवाजी करत बसणारे आम्ही ….मराठ्यांच्या पूर्ण इतिहासाला शिवाजी पुरताच मर्यादित करून बसलो होतो!
हा लेख होता श्रीमंत बाजीराव पेशव्यांवर, त्या लढवय्या पेशव्याच्या समाधीच्या अस्तित्वाचा!

बाजीराव पेशव्यांचा अकाली मृत्यू आम्हाला माहित होतं…पण त्यांची समाधी कुठे असेल हा साधा विचारच आम्ही केला नाही! कसा करणार? आपलं सरकार तरी कुठे मान्यता देतं? शिवाजी महाराजांचे समुद्रात पुतळे उभारतील, पण त्यांचे गड किल्ले भाग्नावास्तेत पडू देतील, असलं हे विचित्र सरकार! शाळेतील इतिहासाच्या पुस्तकात दोन पानात संपवलेला बाजीराव खरोखर किती मोठा होता हे आम्हाला कोण सांगणार? ‘लढवय्या पेशवा’ पेक्षा
‘बाजीराव – मस्तानी’ ह्या प्रकरणाला जास्त महत्व देऊन महाराष्ट्रातील जनतेनेच ह्या पेशव्याच्या कर्तृत्वाला दाबून टाकले!

ह्या मर्द गड्याचा पराक्रम सांगावा तो तरी किती!

"जो  गती भयी गजेंद्र की, वही गती  हमरी  आज
बाजी जात बुंदेल की , बाजी रखियो लाज!"

बुन्देलखंडचा राजा छत्रसाल ह्याने मोहम्मद बंगश ह्या मोगल सरदाराखिलाफ बाजीरावाची मदत मागितली. संदेश पोहोचला तेव्हा बाजीराव जेवत होते. असे म्हणतात की हातातला घास तसाच ठेवून बाजीराव उठले आणि थेट घोड्यावरून मोजक्या स्वारानिशी निघाले. बाकीचे सैन्य त्यांना नंतर येऊन मिळाले.

“ उशीर केल्यामुळे छत्रसाल पराजित झाले तर इतिहास हेच म्हणेल की बाजीराव जेवत होते म्हणून उशीर झाला!"

ह्याला म्हणतात मराठी  बाणा! मैत्रीचं राजकारण खेळावं तर ते असं! पोकळ दंडावर फुकटचे षड्डू  थोपटत बसणाऱ्या राजकारण्यांनी आणि सरकारी यंत्रणेने काहीतरी शिकावे ह्यातून!! ह्या कृत्यानंतर बाजीरावाने बंगाशाला पराभूत तर केलेच, पण छात्रासालाच्या राज्याचा १/३ हिस्सा जहागीर म्हणून मिळवला…आणि मराठी तितुका बुन्देल्खंडी  फडकला!!

अशा ह्या पराक्रमी पेशव्याची समाधी रावेरखेडी नावाच्या एका गावात आहे असे आम्हाला कळते काय आणि ती लवकरच नर्मदेच्या पाण्याखाली जाणार असल्याचे कळते आणि तिचा शेवटचा दर्शन घ्यावा म्हणून आम्ही लगेच निघतो काय…सगळं अगदी घाईघाईत घडलं…

इंदोरहून गाडी घेऊन आम्ही निघालो ते थेट सनावादला नर्मदा ओलांडली…मनात एक विचार येऊन गेला.. जेव्हा मराठ्यांनी नर्मदा ओलांडली तेव्हा नावांचा पूल बांधून ओलांडली होती…आज आम्ही सिमेंटच्या पुलावरून ती ओलांडली…घोड्यांच्या टापांनी हादरून उठणारा हा परिसर आज रेल्वे आणि गाड्यांच्या आवाजाने भरून गेला होता!

बडवाह! मध्य प्रदेशातील एक छोटासा जिल्हा! ह्या जिल्ह्यात कुठेतरी लपल होत रावेरखेड़ी! सुमारे पंधरा मिनिटे एक खडबडीत रस्त्यावरून आमच्या इंडिका आम्ही बलजबरी नेली तेव्हा एक कच्चा रास्ता लागला….आणि नंतर लागल ते एक छोट गाव! हेच रावेरखेड़ी असणार असा आम्ही एक अंदाज़ बांधून घेतला! अगदी कोणीही न सांगता चुकीचे अंदाज़ बांधणे व ते बरोबर आहेत अशी स्वतःची समजूत घालण्यात आम्ही पटाईत! गावात आम्ही आमच्या अस्खलीत हिंदी मध्ये विचारल,

"इधर कोई समाधी है क्या?"

" सचिन तेंडुलकर १००वी सेंच्युरी कधी मारणार?" असा प्रश्न विचारल्यावर समोरचा कसा क्लीन बोल्ड होतो अगदी तशीच अवस्था तिथल्या ग्रामस्थांची झाली! कोणालाच माहित नहीं! मग मूळ मुद्द्यावर आलो,

"ये रावेरखेड़ी किधर है? ये नहीं है क्या?"

रावेरखेड़ी हे गाव समोरचा नाला ओलांडून पलिकडे आहे असे कळले व आम्ही पुढे निघालो…पण पुढच्या गावी देखील हेच चित्र…समाधी कुठे आहे कुणालाच ठाऊक नहीं…आता करायचे काय… मग विचारले की बाबा नदी किधर है? आणि त्या दिशेने आम्ही कूच केली…

ह्या गावातून जाताना एक गोष्ट मात्र ध्यानी आली… गावातील घरांचे दरवाजे एकदम जुन्या पद्धतीचे…भक्कम लाकडाची बांधणी आणि सुन्दर नक्षीकाम…जणू बाजीराव पेशव्यांच्या काळी बांधलेली घर असावीत! सुमारे ३०० वर्षांपूर्वी ते देखिल ह्याच रस्त्याने घोड़दौड़ करीत नर्मदा तीरी आपल्या छावणीत गेले असतील! अचानक अवतीभवती सेना सागर उभा राहिला, सरदारांचे डेरे, सैनिकांची चाललेली धावपळ आणि आपल्या डेरयात मसलती करीत बसलेला एक दिमाखदार मराठी तरुण! महाराष्ट्राला महाराष्ट्राबाहेर नेणारा हाच तो!

बाजीराव!

गरुडाची भेदक नजर, पिळदार मिश्या, तोंडावर किंचित स्मित, कमावलेल मजबूत शरीर आणि तितकीच  मजबूत विचारशक्ती!

कुशल व्यवस्थापक, अजिंक्य योद्धा आणि आकर्षक व्यक्तिमत्व असा हा सर्वगुणसम्पन्न मराठ्यांचा पंतप्रधान! (नाहीतर आजकालचे पंतप्रधान!)

असो!

तर आम्ही समाधी शोध चालू ठेवला..असे करता करता गाव संपल! पुढे नुसता सपाट जमीन! डोक्यावर अंड फोडल असता तर त्याचा हाफ-फ्राय तयार होइल इतकी भाजून काढणार ऊन!! आता काय करायच ह्या विचारत असताना एक उजवीकडे शेड दिसली! शेतीच्या कामासाठी वापरली जात होती बहुदा! म्हट्ल पहु इथे विचारून! भात्यातील शेवटचा बाण उरले तो मारून पाहू! असे म्हटले आणि मी गाडीतुन उतरलो!

पुढे लिहिण्या अगोदर एक वस्तुस्थिति सांगतो! ह्याची जाणीव त्या दिवशी झाली!

आपल्या मध्ये का कोण जाणे आपल्याच इतिहासाबद्दल एक कमालीचा न्यूनगंड असतो! आणि त्याच्या जोडीला असते ती कमालीची उदासीनता!

आपल्यालाच आपला इतिहास माहित नसतो आणि आपण तो जाणूनदेखील घेत नहीं! भारताबाहेर कोणाला इथले पराक्रमी माहित असेल आपण अपेक्षा ठेवत नहीं! तीच गोष्ट आमच्याबाबतीत खरी ठरली!

महाराष्ट्राबाहेर मराठ्याला ओळखत कोण? म्हणून आम्ही कधीच, "पेशवा बाजीराव की समाधी कहा है? " असे विचारले नाही! का कोण जाणे! अगदी नकळत ही गोष्ट घडली खरी!

असो!

मग मी त्या शेड पाशी गेलो आणि एक माणसाला विचारल, "इधर कोई समाधी है क्या?"

"मुझे पता नाही साहब, दादासाहब से पूछो!", असे म्हणताच एक माणूस आतून बाहेर आला! हा माणूस म्हणजे दादासाहब!
नाव दादासाहब पण त्याच दिसण अगदी उलट! एकदम बारीक, दाढ़ीची  खुंट वाढलेली आणि साधारण उंचीचा हा माणूस ‘दादासाहब’ ह्या खिताबाला साजेसा बिलकुल नव्हता!

मी म्हट्ल, " दादासाहब, इधर कोई समाधी है क्या?"

आपल्या लुंगीला हाथ पुसत त्याने उत्तर दिले, "समाधी? पेशवा सरकार की समाधी? वो….."

पुढचे शब्द मी ऐकलेच नाहीत जणू!!

पेशवा सरकार!

पेशवा सरकार!!!

इतका मान! इतका आदर!! ते देखील पुण्याहून शेकडो मैल दूर ह्या उजाड़ रावेरखेड़ी मध्ये!!

आश्चर्य!

मी अक्षरशः बावरुन गेलो आणि नकळत डोळ्याच्या कडा पाणवल्या!

ज्या महाराष्ट्र देशासाठी हा बाजीराव लढ़ला तिथे देखील त्याला इतका मान नाही!

महाराष्ट्रात बाजीराव कोण आहे हे देखील माहित नसलेली लोक राहतात आणि माहीत असला तरी "अरे तो का बाजीराव – मस्तानी वाला?" असे प्रश्न विचारणारे महारथी देखील आहेत!

आपल्या इतिहासाची काय किम्मत करतो आपण हे निर्लज्जपणे सांगणारे आपण कुठे आणी ह्या नर्मदेच्या वाळवंटात  उभा असलेला हा गावठी ‘दादासाहब’ कुठे !

मन विषण्ण झालं! आपल्या मराठीपणाची थोडी का असेना लाज वाटली! जणू ह्या ‘दादासाहब’ ने नकळत आमच्या अस्मितेचा पोकळ फुगा त्याच्या दोन शब्दांनी फोडला होता. एक सणसणीत चपराकच गालावर पडली होती!

कोण कुठली इंग्लंडची राणी पण तिला आपली लोकं, क्वीन एलीझबेथ म्हणतात. अमेरिकेसारखा स्वार्थी देश, पण त्याच्या राष्ट्रपतीला आपण प्रेसिडेंट ओबामा म्हणतो! जसं कि हा भारताचाच प्रेसिडेंट आहे! पण जेव्हा आपल्याच देशातील वीरांना आदर देण्याची पाळी येते तेव्हा आपली जीभ जड होते! शिवाजी, संभाजी, बाजीराव अशी राजरोस पाने आपण नवे घेतो! तेव्हा कुठे जातो हा मराठीचा अभिमान? कुठे जाते आपली मराठी अस्मिता? आणि हा कोण कुठला ‘दादासाहब’! त्याला काय घेणं देणं नसताना इतका आदर करतो!

पेशवा सरकार!! 

ह्या नंतर आम्हाला समाधी सापडली देखील आणि आम्ही ती पाहून देखील आलो! महाराष्ट्राच्या पुत्राला वंदन केले आणि नर्मदेच्या पात्रातील जुन्या घाटावर जाऊन स्नान करून आलो!

तिथे काही अवशेष आहेत ते पाहिले, ३०० वर्षे मागे जाण्याचा एक छोटासा प्रयत्न केला आणि परत निघालो!

परत येताना मी विचारांच्या अधीन झालो होतो! ते नर्मदेच निळ पात्र, एका सच्च्या पण विस्मरणात गेलेल्या योद्ध्याची, त्याच्या नावाला न साजेशी अशी दुर्लक्षित समाधी आणि त्या वाळवंटात उभा असलेला तो ‘दादासाहब’!

बाहेर वाऱ्यामुळे मातीचे लोळ उठले होते, आकाशात धुरळा उडाला होता. माझ्या मनात देखील असाच कल्लोळ मजला होता. दोनच शब्द मनात परत परत ऐकू येत होते!

पेशवा सरकार!!

पेशवा सरकार!!

- प्रांजल वाघ

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थोरले बाजीराव पेशवे समाधी स्थळ

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8 years ago, if anybody would have told me that 8 years from today you, after completing your Engg and MBA will be training people on soft skills… I would have laughed on his/her face and continued with my “preparation” for the Medical CET, I was supposed to write in a few days…

Often when I look at myself in the mirror I tell myself either of the two things…

# Abha Deshkar, you are complete rockstar and you have done wonderfully for yourself in your life until now, and I can guarantee that you are going to have a wonderful life ahead!! Enjoy your success gal..you rock!

OR

#Abha Deshkar…… what the hell have you done to yourself!! What have you been thinking and what is it that stopped you from becoming something worth while in life…You have turned out to be a complete failure, you fool!

 

And yet on  both of these occassions, I am reminded of this dialogue from some movie……

COULD BE BETTER…BUT COULD ALSO BE WORSE…

 

A few days ago I was at the bus stop waiting for my colony bus… As usual I was party to a conversation two ladies were having… “So, your son is in the US right?”

“Ya. Stanford University” The name ringed in my ears for a long time. I could see the proud mother boasting to her friend about her son, who    “  has also started eating non-veg, you know”

I thought if I had ever given my parents a chance to feel so proud about me…. Most probably not.

But then on some days I see people, doing jobs that does not make them happy…" because that is what I graduated in” … and I feel so much better about myself, about doing something I like and feel like doing every morning I get up….. Now how many people get a chance to do that?

Like I said…could be better…but could also be worse….

Wish all our readers a  very happy new year.

Abha Deshkar

5/1/2012

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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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On the occasion of International Women’s Day I would like to share a beautiful thought by one of Marathi’s great authors – V.P.Kale lovingly known as VaPu by his fans.

This thought signifies, reasserts and reminds us all of the importance & necessity of a woman in a Man’s life.

The thought goes as this:

व.पु. काळे म्हणतात,

"बायको म्हणजे कशी हवी?…

आपण बिथरलो तर आपल्याला सावरणारी हवी ,

स्वतःच बिथरणारी नको,

थोडक्यात म्हणजे पेपर वेट सारखी हवी,

खालचे कागद फडफडतील पण ती स्वतः गडगडणार नाही,

चळणार नाही,

नी खालचे कागदही उडू देणार नाही."

 

The English translation is:

VaPu Kale says:

“How should a wife be?…

If we get disturbed, she should stand firm and support us,

Not herself be disturbed.

In short, she should be like a Paperweight

Even if the papers beneath are ruffled by the winds,

She should not be affected by the wind, not even shake

She should be so strong that neither should she flutter in the wind

Nor should she let the papers underneath blow away!”

 

Happy Women’s Day :D

 

Cheers,

Pranjal A Wagh

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 This one is in complete compliance of Abha Deshkar’s request.

What does a person do when he fractures his toe while playing football on Juhu beach at approx. 0945hrs in the morning? And he has to reach Dadar?

Goes home straight or  to a doctor.Probably in a Taxi.Right?

Wrong.

What I did was completely different :)

The first thing I did after getting hurt was to tell the Goalkeeper, “Aye mein thoda time keeping karta hu, tu defend kar. Pair mein laga hain jara sa”

Then I tried to run.My swollen toe wobbled like jelly.

I tried to walk. I hobbled.

Then the opponent took a shot at goal. I kicked it back with my injured leg. I saw stars in the day!

Being a fracture virgin, I did not know it was a fracture and I hoped it wasn’t one! But unknowingly, I had lost my fracture virginity!

I then decided to sit out. Some guys playing on the beach saw that The Star Defender (Read: Me) was injured and they grabbed this opportunity and setup a match thinking they could defeat us easily.So, I sat out with other substitutes and through the pain,indulged in ‘praising’ our players and in particular ‘praising’ one right winger more than the others! (We won the match though!)

A normal person would have gone to the doctor.But being the abnormal person that I am, I sat there and tried to stretch, bend and do something so that my toe would right itself and I could play again.Then after the match got over, played in the waves . If that was not enough we all went and had refreshing Sugarcane juice and then proceeded to Santacruz station. To top it off, one of my friends asked me, “ Aye Omelet paav khaneka hai kya?”.Ever hungry that I am, I agreed and after finishing off one moderately moderate Omelette paav entered the crowded station.

Suddenly, I realized that it was Office time and the trains would be packed. I just hoped that Mamta Didi would send an empty train for me and get me home safely. Otherwise, if someone stepped on my toes in the train…

As I said bye to my friends, one Churchgate slow entered the station, bursting with people. I was like, “How the hell am I going to get into that train? Or into any train for that matter?”

But then I spotted and Andheri slow expected on the last platform and hobbled towards it. As soon as I climbed the bridge, the train rumbled into the station.Shit! Now I was going to have to run which I could not clearly and I could not afford to miss this train!!

Hobble.Hobble.Hobble. I limped fast towards the train.

Through the pain, I managed to board the train and to my delight found it empty. I found myself a nice window seat. As the breeze touched my face, I smiled. I had gotten a window seat and an empty train that would take me all the way to Dadar and drop me safely! How clever of me! :) Soon my eyes closed and I drifted into a peaceful slumber. Peace & Calm surrounded me.

Suddenly my eyes opened and I saw Khar station pass by.And then the train started climbing the Harbour Line Bridge! I was confused, my thoughts shrouded in the mists of slumber. But as the harsh sunlight of reality tore through the mist and jolted me back to reality I understood I had in my hurry taken a harbour line train which would not, no matter how much I bribe the motorman, go to Dadar! I had to get down at Bandra!

Now I understood why I was the only ‘Clever One’ on Santacruz station!

I hurriedly got up and limped to the door to get down at Bandra. The train stops at Bandra but it seems a 50 yr old fatso uncle is in a hurry to get in. He started getting in without letting me get down! And all the time I was limping and putting my weight on my left leg!

First the pain, then the foolish act of boarding a Harbour train and this fat uncle! This pissed me off! I decided to put my foot down ;) With all my might I pushed fatso out of the train with me! And then if that was not enough, I turned around and pushed him inside, “Ghai tha na tereko? Chad abhi saale Mote!!”

An uncle next to me on the platform consoled me and offered his sympathies, “ Koi baat nahi beta, Chad gaya woh, Ho gaya!”

Just then I got a call from my friend and I told him my situation. “Abbe taxi leke ghar ja na!” But being the miser that I am I said to him, “Train me agar gardi rahega to jata hu taxi se.First let me see!”

I limped to the platform and the Churchgate slow rumbled in. It was crowded by default. However, as they say there is a soothing ray of light at the end of each tunnel. In this case, it was an almost empty luggage compartment! As fast as I could I hobbled towards the compartment and I got in. I found a few women and a lot of men inside the compartment. I also found a seat and sat on it. Finally, I was going to get home without anyone trampling on my twinkle toes!

The train stopped at Mahim and two lady constables got in. Must be taking a free ride, I thought. The lady next to me was a magician I think, because she sensed my confusion and decided this was the moment to drop the bomb on me, “ Ye ladies luggage dabba hai!” and I swear I could hear her witch-like high pitched cackle which she was laughing in her mind,ofcourse!

One of the constables announced,  “Sab Gents log apna apna ticket bahar nikal ke khade ho jayenge” and then called Matunga Station for back-up. Booch lagli!!

Fortunately, they did not notice me.

Matunga station came and the constables with their ‘catch’ started alighting without noticing me and I smiled to myself. But my smile was short-lived as an old hag sitting on the bench opposite me shouts, “Aye, tu bhi utar!” I reckon she had more teeth than grey cells in her head. I hesitated and she chose this moment to point at me and shout loud enough to get the attention of the lady constables, “Chal Utar! Tu utarta kyu nahi!”

I had a smile on my face and a pleading look in my eyes but in my mind I was giving her the choicest of ‘compliments’ equating her to the female version of man’s best friend.

All thanks to this witch, the lady constable spotted me, “ Aye ha bagh, aankhi ek aahe!”

As much as every guy wants females to take notice of him, I bet this is one situation in which no guy would desire female attention! She grabs my shoulder and I am so pissed off at the old hag that I feel like punching her in the face. Helpless, I get down with the constable on the platform.

Someone has rightly said, All the world’s problems are caused due to women! :P

“Aye ha bagh, ajun ek lapun basla hota” ,she tells her colleagues. As I was wondering how to plead my case about being the proud owner of a fracture and how it forced me to board this coach, the other constable said, “ Aga kay karu tyacha? Pakadlele sagle palun gele!”

“Mag hyacha kay karu?”

“Jau de tyala pan, aata kay karnar!”

I limped as fast as I could before they could change their minds and got into a crowded compartment at last which engulfed me like an amoeba. Miraculously, no one in the crowd stepped on my foot but like a precious parcel was transported onto the Dadar platform by the crowd.

As I hobbled on my way to catch a taxi, I remembered my leg was aching in the morning and my Mom had told me, “Don’t go today to play if your leg is hurt!” and I like a Mr. Know-it-all told my mother confidently, “ Don’t you worry! If it pains, I won’t play!” Look now, what happened! Mother knows best!

And after I remembered the only thought in my mind was, “Not a word of this to Mom if you want to stay alive! Not a word!” :D

 

Cheers,

Pranjal Wagh

 

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Dedicated to Rutuja, Navneet, Neha, Anupam, Sujan,  Priyam, Aditi, Sanket, Saurabh, Sayuri, Radhika and those times.

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“Tell me if you want to else just forget it”

“fine.”

“ok fine!”

And thats how it ended.

I should have known better.

“Forget it. She will tell us if she wants too.”  Another friend suggests.

Nothing new. I’m used to this. I’ve always learned it the hard way. Friends crying and then claiming to be OK.

“Tell me what happened?”

“Dont ask” I’m told. “If she needs help she’ll ask for it…”

 

Mumbai has taught me many things.One of them is the “DONT KNOW DONT CARE” attitude.

· You see a man lying dead on the platform.You look the other way and walk away. “Sorry..but I have a train to catch.”

· You know through somebody that your friend is going through a tough time. “Has she asked you to help?”     “No. But….”    “Then just stay put..”

· There something going at the neighbours. “Just shut the damn door”

You know what, I don’t even blame you guys. Its been ingrained into for too long now to change.

 

Sorry but the place I was brought up was quite different. If my friend had a problem I knew she would share it with me …and although mostly I wouldn’t be able to solve it, she knew I would do everything I could to pull her out of it. Ditto applied for me. And so I considered it my right to ask my friend if something is wrong.  It was more like a “I-WANNA-KNOW-COZ-I-CARE”  attitude and not  “I- WANNA- KNOW-COZ-IM-GONNA-GOSSIP”  attitude,which is perceived over here. There was a lot less formality and just pure friendship. I didn’t need to ask for help, it just came. Not that it didn’t cause enough problems, but it was always done with good intention. And that is what really counts, doesn’t it?

 

But the scene in Mumbai, I’ve discovered over the years is quite different. And so I guess friends turn into mere acquaintances so soon..But I’m getting used to it, coz when in Rome, do as the Romans do…..

Nowadays I just “DONT KNOW DONT CARE”

 

Disappointed…

Abha Deshkar

20/02/2011

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