After I started writing about baba I really did not know what things more to add in the blog after I am done with adding stories of baba.
The incident list to share with all is unending as me and baba share a nice bond but still somewhere I wanted to add something else.
My stories , my poems ... but something more than that.
And there came my new family in the picture.
The first professional milestone in my life.
A cubical decoration competition brought this side of my life in this blog.
So here I begin with ...........
It was 4th July. ( How can I forget the date when someone felt to select me )
9th July was my elder sister's marriage and I was home for preparations.
Campus interviews were being conducted for Industrial Training those days.
And I was scared of technial stuff as usual.
It was Quickheal which came first and I successfully failed in the test only.
After looking at the paper only I decided not to solve .( because there was nothing which I was able to solve, this is the fact I can say!! )
Only one girl Sunita from my group went for further rounds. ( So I said 'Chill you are not the only one who is poor.All are with you.')
Next came Herbinger where I went in negative marks ( Negative marking exams are something which I always hated coz I rarely got positive marks in a negative marking exam.)
Dad was still having hopes ( I dont know how can he have positive approach always ? but it was there!! )
Even my placement co-ordinator was having hopes from me and she called Herbinger to know where we few students ( whom she was hoping to be in the list and were not even shortlisted for next round) went wrong? After that ...she called us in her Cabin and scolded like anything ( as we all including some top students were having negative marks)
And then came Spring ( with Spring in my life ) !!!
I was not at all prepared this time as I was busy in shopping and wandering with guests , planning for dress and make up in sister's marriage.
My friend called me up and told that some Spring Comuting is coming and if I am interested I should come.
All the way I was not prepared with C++ ( I was always minus minus in C plus plus ) and test paper was expected to be based on C++ ( How would I survive then ?? was the question which I asked her and she forced me to come and attempt for it saying ' You never know what is there for you and you are coming that's it )
There was a unform suit for interviews. Which was somewhere in the laundry bag and was not even ironed.
I called up my roomate ( one more savior of mine after my sisters )
I asked her to wash my clothes and then I got ready to leave Nagar for interview.
My roommate got everything ready for me. I reached Pune at 7 in the evening and opened my books ( I was very tired so I slept immediately after I opened my book. )
And then .....
It was the Morning of 4th July.......
Monday, December 28, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
BABA - V ( A leeson with no punishment )
This is the story when dad first time got angry with me.
It means when dad first time expressed his anger and punished me.
I do not recall my age when this happened. But I do recall the punishment.
It was untold rule in the house that we ( the children ) should be home at or before 7 pm. Then divelagan ( ligting the lamps before god) and then we used to chant Ramraksha and some mantras taught in school.
After all this we used to have dinner and sit for studies.
I usually followed this. ( or else i at least used to manage to finish playing and come back home, before dad comes home ) .
It was the day when dad came early. ( I was unaware of dad being home so early ). Usually dad used to come home at 8.30 and or later.
I was playing on the ground and the game became so interesting that I forgot the deadlines. My sister kept on calling me again and again and I kept on replying " thamb na ga didi , sagale khelat ahet " . Didi was not allowed to tell that dad is home and dad wanted to see what do I do.
I was unaware of this background scene and kept on plying and shouting loudly. We were the only family whos kids were studying in Marathi medium schools and all the Convent kids were done with their exams and playing. I was the girl who was having the exams ( I guess geography paper ) on Monday and I was enjoying games on Saturday eve.
That was the last call from didi for me coming home and study and then it was BABA's voice saying " Rupsha gharat yetes ka me yeu ?? "
" Ohh my god !!! BABA is home !! " that was my reaction and rushed to home.
BABA was standing in the door and did not allow me enter.
He asked me to stand outside and not to enter house.
BABA : Abhays zalay ?
Me : Nahi Ajun chalu nahi kele vachayala.
BABA : Ramraksha mhanalis ka aaj ??
Me : Nahi !! Ata mhanate na
BABA : Mag tula kay shiksha karayachi ??
Me : ( About to act as if I am crying ) Sorry BABA .Parat nahi ase karnar. Sagale khelat hote mhanun me pan...
BABA : Saglyanchi pariksha sampali ahe na ???
Me : Nahi tya ti hi ahe na tichi pan....
BABA : Ata gharat yayache nahi ahe , gharat yenyachi vel 7 ahe ani ata 8.45 zalet. Tuzi shiksh tu baherach ubhe rahayches.
Me : Pan ......
mean while BABA had closed the door.
I was shameless and helpless as well. Stood outside ( with a confidence that the godesses inside, my sisters are my saviors and they will manage to convince BABA)
Nothing happened according to my assumptions. After half an hour BABA opened the door
He said " Ata mich shiksh karun gheto me jevat nahi . Aat ya ani jeva ani abhyasala basa "
I had my dinner he did not. I still don't know whether he had his dinner on that night or not.
But yes that was his another way to convey his anger and I learned......
I got late manier times but I tried my best not to skip evening chants and my studies for games.
That was the reason we three sisters still follow Sanskar of not sleeping in the eve ( Divelaganila zopu naye , radu naye) .
The Sanskars which I made follow me roommate as well .
I used to wake her up saying " Uth ja 7 baj gaye Laxmi aane ka time ho gaya "
She used to get irritated and used to say " Laxmi koi train hai jo 7 bajehi aati hai " but she too followed the rules made by me.
This was the way BABA taught which a mother teaches her daughters .
We learned.....................
It means when dad first time expressed his anger and punished me.
I do not recall my age when this happened. But I do recall the punishment.
It was untold rule in the house that we ( the children ) should be home at or before 7 pm. Then divelagan ( ligting the lamps before god) and then we used to chant Ramraksha and some mantras taught in school.
After all this we used to have dinner and sit for studies.
I usually followed this. ( or else i at least used to manage to finish playing and come back home, before dad comes home ) .
It was the day when dad came early. ( I was unaware of dad being home so early ). Usually dad used to come home at 8.30 and or later.
I was playing on the ground and the game became so interesting that I forgot the deadlines. My sister kept on calling me again and again and I kept on replying " thamb na ga didi , sagale khelat ahet " . Didi was not allowed to tell that dad is home and dad wanted to see what do I do.
I was unaware of this background scene and kept on plying and shouting loudly. We were the only family whos kids were studying in Marathi medium schools and all the Convent kids were done with their exams and playing. I was the girl who was having the exams ( I guess geography paper ) on Monday and I was enjoying games on Saturday eve.
That was the last call from didi for me coming home and study and then it was BABA's voice saying " Rupsha gharat yetes ka me yeu ?? "
" Ohh my god !!! BABA is home !! " that was my reaction and rushed to home.
BABA was standing in the door and did not allow me enter.
He asked me to stand outside and not to enter house.
BABA : Abhays zalay ?
Me : Nahi Ajun chalu nahi kele vachayala.
BABA : Ramraksha mhanalis ka aaj ??
Me : Nahi !! Ata mhanate na
BABA : Mag tula kay shiksha karayachi ??
Me : ( About to act as if I am crying ) Sorry BABA .Parat nahi ase karnar. Sagale khelat hote mhanun me pan...
BABA : Saglyanchi pariksha sampali ahe na ???
Me : Nahi tya ti hi ahe na tichi pan....
BABA : Ata gharat yayache nahi ahe , gharat yenyachi vel 7 ahe ani ata 8.45 zalet. Tuzi shiksh tu baherach ubhe rahayches.
Me : Pan ......
mean while BABA had closed the door.
I was shameless and helpless as well. Stood outside ( with a confidence that the godesses inside, my sisters are my saviors and they will manage to convince BABA)
Nothing happened according to my assumptions. After half an hour BABA opened the door
He said " Ata mich shiksh karun gheto me jevat nahi . Aat ya ani jeva ani abhyasala basa "
I had my dinner he did not. I still don't know whether he had his dinner on that night or not.
But yes that was his another way to convey his anger and I learned......
I got late manier times but I tried my best not to skip evening chants and my studies for games.
That was the reason we three sisters still follow Sanskar of not sleeping in the eve ( Divelaganila zopu naye , radu naye) .
The Sanskars which I made follow me roommate as well .
I used to wake her up saying " Uth ja 7 baj gaye Laxmi aane ka time ho gaya "
She used to get irritated and used to say " Laxmi koi train hai jo 7 bajehi aati hai " but she too followed the rules made by me.
This was the way BABA taught which a mother teaches her daughters .
We learned.....................
Thanks for the mails
These are the mails received by all those who were unable to submit the comments due to technical errors. These mails were sent to my sister and then she forwarded them to me. Thanking you all for such nice remarks.....
Read few of them…well……….she really writes well in English & good in Marathi…
Regards,
Sheetal.
Lupa's blog is tooooo gud.....
m touched.....
she is gng gud....
god bless her...tc
Rucha
Mi kay lihu mala suchat nahiye,
Khup chaan lihila ahe sagala, agadi manacha vedh achuk ani arapar ghenara.
Ani jyanna kharya arthane man ahe tyannach he samaju shakata.
Khup uttam Sanskar ahet tumha bahinnivar.
Ani tumache baba greatach ahet, really appriciate kelach pahije…
Itaka sopa nahiye, na khachata he sagala pelana.
Kind Regards,
Siddharth Kulkarni
Pharach sunder lekh aahet. Baba I tar khuupach touchy ahe. 3- 4 vela dole pusayla lagale to lekh vachayala.
Ashwini
Hi Arti,
Me Rupa che blogs vachle sagle....Kupach sahi lihile aahe tine te shabdat vyakt karnyasarkhe nahiye.....
Me tila reply pan kela aahe......kharach khup chan lihite ti... aahe tar tujhich bahin na..agdi tujhya sarkhi..
Best Regards,
Jayshree Lakkad
Review from my daughter Neha
These are a few short stories written by a daughter about her "Baba" (Father) ,The stories are nothing but her memories of her dear father , These memories take you back to your own childhood days,and memories with your father. Mostly people talk about the Mothers there loves , sacrifices and their devotions to their work but forget that "Father" is equally important person in each of our lives,He is the one who protects, loves as well as nurture us like the way a Mother does,
A must read article ! especially the poem ..
Regards,
Dilip Apastamb
Very nice………….
Best Regards,
Vinayak S. Basugade
Aker Solutions™
Read few of them…well……….she really writes well in English & good in Marathi…
Regards,
Sheetal.
Lupa's blog is tooooo gud.....
m touched.....
she is gng gud....
god bless her...tc
Rucha
Mi kay lihu mala suchat nahiye,
Khup chaan lihila ahe sagala, agadi manacha vedh achuk ani arapar ghenara.
Ani jyanna kharya arthane man ahe tyannach he samaju shakata.
Khup uttam Sanskar ahet tumha bahinnivar.
Ani tumache baba greatach ahet, really appriciate kelach pahije…
Itaka sopa nahiye, na khachata he sagala pelana.
Kind Regards,
Siddharth Kulkarni
Pharach sunder lekh aahet. Baba I tar khuupach touchy ahe. 3- 4 vela dole pusayla lagale to lekh vachayala.
Ashwini
Hi Arti,
Me Rupa che blogs vachle sagle....Kupach sahi lihile aahe tine te shabdat vyakt karnyasarkhe nahiye.....
Me tila reply pan kela aahe......kharach khup chan lihite ti... aahe tar tujhich bahin na..agdi tujhya sarkhi..
Best Regards,
Jayshree Lakkad
Review from my daughter Neha
These are a few short stories written by a daughter about her "Baba" (Father) ,The stories are nothing but her memories of her dear father , These memories take you back to your own childhood days,and memories with your father. Mostly people talk about the Mothers there loves , sacrifices and their devotions to their work but forget that "Father" is equally important person in each of our lives,He is the one who protects, loves as well as nurture us like the way a Mother does,
A must read article ! especially the poem ..
Regards,
Dilip Apastamb
Very nice………….
Best Regards,
Vinayak S. Basugade
Aker Solutions™
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
A good para shared by my friend......
Anushree is HR in my office and shared something really good through her mail. Adding this on my blog. Thanks Anushree!!!!
Don’t just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.
There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.
"Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same is with life where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die. ……………….
One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? …………….
It's ok, bunk a few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, goof up a few interviews, take leave from work, fall in love, little fights with your spouse. We are people, not programmed devices..... ...." :)
- Chetan Bhagat
There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.
"Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same is with life where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die. ……………….
One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? …………….
It's ok, bunk a few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, goof up a few interviews, take leave from work, fall in love, little fights with your spouse. We are people, not programmed devices..... ...." :)
- Chetan Bhagat
Monday, December 7, 2009
मनातल्या मनात !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
रोज सकाळी १० ची बस पकडायला धावत सुटणे आणि मग बस मिळेपर्यंत स्वतःशी गुज करणे हा माझा नित्यक्रम आहे . माझ्यासारख्या पस्तिशीतल्या बाईचा जो विचारांचा गुंता असावा तोच असतो मनातल्या मनात चालणाऱ्या गप्पांचा विषय . पण गेले काही दिवस माझ्या मनात द्वंद्व सुरु आहे . विचारांचेच !!! आणि तोच माझ्या मनोरंजनाचा भाग आहे .
मी आपली शिफॉन साडी नेसून , केस कसेबसे गुंडाळून आणि गेल्या १० वर्षात सुडौल पासून बेडौल बनण्यात यशस्वी झालेली , गबाळी बाई !! अशात Stop वर मला एखादी सुंदर मुलगी दिसली तर की व्हावे ?? त्यातच त्या सुंदर मुलीचे प्रेमप्रकरण असेल तर ...... अर्थातच माझे मनोरंजन !!!!
नवऱ्याशी भांडून बाहेर पडले तोच दिवस... जेव्हा ती पहिल्यांदा भेटली ... म्हणजे दिसली ..........
पांढरा शुभ्र ड्रेस , लांबसडक केस , बोटे तर अगदी रेखीव , नखांवर आणि गालांवर गुलाबी रंगाचा शिडकावा ..... दात तर अगदी मोत्यांसारखे ... केवढी सुंदर आहे ती....
' नर्मदा मावशीच्या गौरव ला शोभेल नाही ??' मनातला एक विचार ... ' जातीतली आहे का ??' त्या विचाराला उत्तर !
इतक्यात तो आला ... ' कसला स्मार्ट आहे .... software वाला असेल ... छ्या !!! software वाला बस ने कशाला कडमडेल ??? ' ...' कुठे का कामाला असेना हिला शोभेल नं??? नाहीतर आमच्या वाटयाला कसले ध्यान आले आहे ................'
' अरे अरे हे काय ? त्यांची तर नजरानजर पण सुरु झाली आहे . आणि मी कसला शोभण्याचा विचार करत बसले आहे ? '
ती दोघं एकमेकांकडे पाहत होती ..... ' अरेच्चा हसली की ... हम्म !!! हंसी तो फसी ... पण पहिल्याच भेटीत ??? Love at first sight ??? '
इतक्यात बस आली आणि ती एकात मी आणि तो दुसऱ्या बस मध्ये चढलो .
दुसऱ्या दिवशी stop वर नवीनच प्रकार पाह्यला मिळाला . तो आला ..... मी होतेच ... ती पण आली .. ' हे काय पाहतेय मी ??? day २ लाच ?? ' बाईनी चढताना एक कागदाचा बोळा टाकला आणि याने उचलला ?? ' फारच forward बाई हे प्रकरण !! आशु ला ( माझी लेक वय वर्षे ८ ) सांभाळायला पाहिजे !! जमाना कसला खराब आहे बाई आत्ताच !!! राम राम राम ..... '
त्या दिवशी पण तो आणि मी एकाच बस मध्ये !!! ' काय असेल त्या कागदावर ?? भेटायची जागा ?? छे .... जागा नसेल तर मग काय ??? प्रेमपत्र ??? ह्यांनी लग्न ठरल्यावर लिहिलेले तसे ???? इश्श !!! कित्ती छान लिहिलेले !!! अजून आठवले तरी गुदगुल्या होतात मला !!! डोकावून पाहू का ??? छे !! दिसत पण नाही आहे !! लांबचा चष्मा !!! चाळीशीच्या आत दुखणी आलीत !! ' काल त्याचा आणि माझा उतरण्याचा stop वेगळा होता आणि आज तर तो माझ्याच stop वर उतरला.
'आणि हे काय पाहतेय मी ???' त्याने एका सुंदर मुलीला उतरल्या उतरल्या हात केला . ' ऑफिस मधली असेल !! नाहीतर काय मी आणि कुलकर्णी नाही का जात कधी कधी एकत्र stop वर ? मला वाटतं बाई त्या कुलकर्णीना मी जाम आवडते , पण त्यांना उशीर झाला आणि माझे लग्न झाले !! पस्तिशीत पण maintained आहे मी ! थोडीशी जाडी वाढली आहे एवढंच !! '
इतक्यात........ ' हे काय बाई नवीन ???' त्या दोघांनी एकमेकांचे हात धरून चालायला सुरुवात केलेली . ' काय बाई हा माणूस आहे ? पत्र एकीकडून आणि मिठी दुसरीला ?? पुरुष असतातच असले !! कुलकर्णी नाही का .... त्या जोशी बाईंकडे पाहून हसतात आणि फिरायला मी !!! पण हे प्रकरण जरा भलतेच forward आहे आणि fast पण !! काल ती पोरगी दिसतेय म्हणेपर्यंत इकडे हातात हात ? ' विचार करता करता मी ऑफिस च्या दारात !!
हा प्रकार , हे चक्र गेले ६ महिने चालत आहे ! हम्म आता चिट्ठी ऐवजी ती कधी फुले देते , कधी रंगीत कागदात गुंडाळलेले गिफ्ट देते , कधी chocolate देते आणि हा माणूस ते उतरल्यावर त्या stop वाली ला देतो ' stop वाल्याच दोघी !! पण ती stop वाली आणि हि ? हि सुंदरा !! सांगावे का तिला हा माणूस काय लायकीचा माणूस आहे ते ? की यालाच थोबाडात ठेवून द्यावी आणि म्हणावे काय चालले आहे म्हणून ? माणूस आहे की सैतान ? २ - २ पोरी फिरवतो , लाज नाही वाटत ? बरे दुसरी पण देखणी आहे ! आणि जरा जास्तच हुशार आहे !! याच्याकडून लुटते सगळे !! आणि हिच्या नशिबात काय ? काही नाही !! नुसतच देत राहणे आणि हा निर्लज्ज घेत राहतो !!! " तू आहेस म्हणून आहे सगळे नाहीतर काय ? कसे जमवले असते " हे ठेवणीतले वाक्य !!! '
रोजचे हे विचारचक्र थांबतच नव्हते. काही तरी करायलाच हवे . पण कसे ते काळात नव्हते . ' आज ती एकटीच आहे . तो दिसत नाही . हीच संधी साधते ' मी स्वतःशी बोलत बोलत तिच्यापाशी जाऊन पोहोचले . इतक्यात तिची बस आणि हा गुंडा आले !! ' छे मनात बोलण्यात फार वेळ गेला. आता उदयाला ..... '
मी आणि तो नेहमीप्रमाणे एकाच बस मध्ये 'हा माझ्याकडे पाहून का हसतोय ? म्हणेल तिला नका सांगू. पण मी नाही ऐकणारे काही त्याचे' .....
पुन्हा आज तोच प्रकार stop वाली आणि हा ......................
दुसऱ्या दिवशी मी जरा लवकरच निघाले. ही आली की बोलू असे ठरवूनच !!! पण हे काय ??? आज हे दोघे आलेच नाहीत. पुढचे १५ - २० दिवस आले नाहीत दोघे !! ' पळून गेले असतील ... किंवा शिफ्ट ?? दोघे एकदम कसे शिफ्ट होतील ??? '
हळू हळू त्यांच्या नसण्याची सवय होते आहे म्हणेपर्यंत हे काय पाहतेय मी आज ???? ' त्या दोघी आणि हा गुंड एकत्र ??? आणि हे काय ??? stop वाली च्या गळ्यात मंगळसूत्र ???? '
इतक्यात सुंदराचा आवाज " जिजाजी आता तरी पोस्टमन ला दिवाळी द्या !! आणि ताई ते सगळे chocolates , गिफ्ट्स मीच आणायचे ह्म्म्म !!! पैसे तेवढे जीजुचे !!! का ssssssssssss य जीजू ???? मला काय मिळणार आता ??? "
" तुला ती १३ लाखाची गाडी ...... " तो म्हणाला
हा संवाद ऐकून मला भोवळच आली !!! इतक्यात आलेल्या बस मध्ये बसून सुंदरा गेली पण !!! आणि हे जोडपे बस ची वाट पाहत उभे राहिले !!!
' एकाच area मध्ये राहत असतील !! कसे पडले प्रेमात ??? काय असायचे पत्रात ?? आणि मग हि चिठ्ठ्या टाकून का द्यायची ??? हातात का नाही ??? घरातले कोणी पाहिलं तर ..... ची भीती असेल ???? आणि ??????????? ' ' पुरे !!!! ' माझ्या दुसऱ्या मनाचा दरडावून सांगणारा आवाज ..... 'आता तरी शहाण्या व्हा बाई '
इतक्यात बस आली आणि माझा प्रवास सुरु झाला त्या दोघांसोबत आणि नवीन विचारांसोबत ......
' भाजी काय करूयात आज ??? जाताना नेते ....... "
मी आपली शिफॉन साडी नेसून , केस कसेबसे गुंडाळून आणि गेल्या १० वर्षात सुडौल पासून बेडौल बनण्यात यशस्वी झालेली , गबाळी बाई !! अशात Stop वर मला एखादी सुंदर मुलगी दिसली तर की व्हावे ?? त्यातच त्या सुंदर मुलीचे प्रेमप्रकरण असेल तर ...... अर्थातच माझे मनोरंजन !!!!
नवऱ्याशी भांडून बाहेर पडले तोच दिवस... जेव्हा ती पहिल्यांदा भेटली ... म्हणजे दिसली ..........
पांढरा शुभ्र ड्रेस , लांबसडक केस , बोटे तर अगदी रेखीव , नखांवर आणि गालांवर गुलाबी रंगाचा शिडकावा ..... दात तर अगदी मोत्यांसारखे ... केवढी सुंदर आहे ती....
' नर्मदा मावशीच्या गौरव ला शोभेल नाही ??' मनातला एक विचार ... ' जातीतली आहे का ??' त्या विचाराला उत्तर !
इतक्यात तो आला ... ' कसला स्मार्ट आहे .... software वाला असेल ... छ्या !!! software वाला बस ने कशाला कडमडेल ??? ' ...' कुठे का कामाला असेना हिला शोभेल नं??? नाहीतर आमच्या वाटयाला कसले ध्यान आले आहे ................'
' अरे अरे हे काय ? त्यांची तर नजरानजर पण सुरु झाली आहे . आणि मी कसला शोभण्याचा विचार करत बसले आहे ? '
ती दोघं एकमेकांकडे पाहत होती ..... ' अरेच्चा हसली की ... हम्म !!! हंसी तो फसी ... पण पहिल्याच भेटीत ??? Love at first sight ??? '
इतक्यात बस आली आणि ती एकात मी आणि तो दुसऱ्या बस मध्ये चढलो .
दुसऱ्या दिवशी stop वर नवीनच प्रकार पाह्यला मिळाला . तो आला ..... मी होतेच ... ती पण आली .. ' हे काय पाहतेय मी ??? day २ लाच ?? ' बाईनी चढताना एक कागदाचा बोळा टाकला आणि याने उचलला ?? ' फारच forward बाई हे प्रकरण !! आशु ला ( माझी लेक वय वर्षे ८ ) सांभाळायला पाहिजे !! जमाना कसला खराब आहे बाई आत्ताच !!! राम राम राम ..... '
त्या दिवशी पण तो आणि मी एकाच बस मध्ये !!! ' काय असेल त्या कागदावर ?? भेटायची जागा ?? छे .... जागा नसेल तर मग काय ??? प्रेमपत्र ??? ह्यांनी लग्न ठरल्यावर लिहिलेले तसे ???? इश्श !!! कित्ती छान लिहिलेले !!! अजून आठवले तरी गुदगुल्या होतात मला !!! डोकावून पाहू का ??? छे !! दिसत पण नाही आहे !! लांबचा चष्मा !!! चाळीशीच्या आत दुखणी आलीत !! ' काल त्याचा आणि माझा उतरण्याचा stop वेगळा होता आणि आज तर तो माझ्याच stop वर उतरला.
'आणि हे काय पाहतेय मी ???' त्याने एका सुंदर मुलीला उतरल्या उतरल्या हात केला . ' ऑफिस मधली असेल !! नाहीतर काय मी आणि कुलकर्णी नाही का जात कधी कधी एकत्र stop वर ? मला वाटतं बाई त्या कुलकर्णीना मी जाम आवडते , पण त्यांना उशीर झाला आणि माझे लग्न झाले !! पस्तिशीत पण maintained आहे मी ! थोडीशी जाडी वाढली आहे एवढंच !! '
इतक्यात........ ' हे काय बाई नवीन ???' त्या दोघांनी एकमेकांचे हात धरून चालायला सुरुवात केलेली . ' काय बाई हा माणूस आहे ? पत्र एकीकडून आणि मिठी दुसरीला ?? पुरुष असतातच असले !! कुलकर्णी नाही का .... त्या जोशी बाईंकडे पाहून हसतात आणि फिरायला मी !!! पण हे प्रकरण जरा भलतेच forward आहे आणि fast पण !! काल ती पोरगी दिसतेय म्हणेपर्यंत इकडे हातात हात ? ' विचार करता करता मी ऑफिस च्या दारात !!
हा प्रकार , हे चक्र गेले ६ महिने चालत आहे ! हम्म आता चिट्ठी ऐवजी ती कधी फुले देते , कधी रंगीत कागदात गुंडाळलेले गिफ्ट देते , कधी chocolate देते आणि हा माणूस ते उतरल्यावर त्या stop वाली ला देतो ' stop वाल्याच दोघी !! पण ती stop वाली आणि हि ? हि सुंदरा !! सांगावे का तिला हा माणूस काय लायकीचा माणूस आहे ते ? की यालाच थोबाडात ठेवून द्यावी आणि म्हणावे काय चालले आहे म्हणून ? माणूस आहे की सैतान ? २ - २ पोरी फिरवतो , लाज नाही वाटत ? बरे दुसरी पण देखणी आहे ! आणि जरा जास्तच हुशार आहे !! याच्याकडून लुटते सगळे !! आणि हिच्या नशिबात काय ? काही नाही !! नुसतच देत राहणे आणि हा निर्लज्ज घेत राहतो !!! " तू आहेस म्हणून आहे सगळे नाहीतर काय ? कसे जमवले असते " हे ठेवणीतले वाक्य !!! '
रोजचे हे विचारचक्र थांबतच नव्हते. काही तरी करायलाच हवे . पण कसे ते काळात नव्हते . ' आज ती एकटीच आहे . तो दिसत नाही . हीच संधी साधते ' मी स्वतःशी बोलत बोलत तिच्यापाशी जाऊन पोहोचले . इतक्यात तिची बस आणि हा गुंडा आले !! ' छे मनात बोलण्यात फार वेळ गेला. आता उदयाला ..... '
मी आणि तो नेहमीप्रमाणे एकाच बस मध्ये 'हा माझ्याकडे पाहून का हसतोय ? म्हणेल तिला नका सांगू. पण मी नाही ऐकणारे काही त्याचे' .....
पुन्हा आज तोच प्रकार stop वाली आणि हा ......................
दुसऱ्या दिवशी मी जरा लवकरच निघाले. ही आली की बोलू असे ठरवूनच !!! पण हे काय ??? आज हे दोघे आलेच नाहीत. पुढचे १५ - २० दिवस आले नाहीत दोघे !! ' पळून गेले असतील ... किंवा शिफ्ट ?? दोघे एकदम कसे शिफ्ट होतील ??? '
हळू हळू त्यांच्या नसण्याची सवय होते आहे म्हणेपर्यंत हे काय पाहतेय मी आज ???? ' त्या दोघी आणि हा गुंड एकत्र ??? आणि हे काय ??? stop वाली च्या गळ्यात मंगळसूत्र ???? '
इतक्यात सुंदराचा आवाज " जिजाजी आता तरी पोस्टमन ला दिवाळी द्या !! आणि ताई ते सगळे chocolates , गिफ्ट्स मीच आणायचे ह्म्म्म !!! पैसे तेवढे जीजुचे !!! का ssssssssssss य जीजू ???? मला काय मिळणार आता ??? "
" तुला ती १३ लाखाची गाडी ...... " तो म्हणाला
हा संवाद ऐकून मला भोवळच आली !!! इतक्यात आलेल्या बस मध्ये बसून सुंदरा गेली पण !!! आणि हे जोडपे बस ची वाट पाहत उभे राहिले !!!
' एकाच area मध्ये राहत असतील !! कसे पडले प्रेमात ??? काय असायचे पत्रात ?? आणि मग हि चिठ्ठ्या टाकून का द्यायची ??? हातात का नाही ??? घरातले कोणी पाहिलं तर ..... ची भीती असेल ???? आणि ??????????? ' ' पुरे !!!! ' माझ्या दुसऱ्या मनाचा दरडावून सांगणारा आवाज ..... 'आता तरी शहाण्या व्हा बाई '
इतक्यात बस आली आणि माझा प्रवास सुरु झाला त्या दोघांसोबत आणि नवीन विचारांसोबत ......
' भाजी काय करूयात आज ??? जाताना नेते ....... "
Friday, December 4, 2009
संन्यासाश्रम
आज मी निवृत्त झालो ......................
बायको अजुनही कामातच असते . तिच्या नोकरीचे रहाटगाडगे अजुन चालू आहेच ...
अजुन तिची निवृत्ति नाही , अगदी रजोनिवृत्ति नंतर देखिल तिच्या यातना संपलेल्या नाहीत ....
ह्म्म्म आता माझ्या संन्यासाश्रमाला सुरुवात !!!!
असते का असे काही माणसाच्या आयुष्यात ???
संन्याश्याला कधीच भोगावादाची स्वप्न पडत नसतील का ????
सर्वसंन्गपरित्याग कोणी कधी सर्वांगाने केला आहे का ???
नसेलच !!!! नाहीतर मेनका कधी जिंकू शकली नसती. माया आणि मोह यातून सुटका चितेवरच होत असावी!!!
आज पहिल्यांदाच वाटते आहे की खुप पोकळी आली आहे !!! पोकळी इतकी मोठी पण असू शकते असे आजच जाणवत आहे किंवा माझ्या नोकरीने माझ्या आयुष्यात इतकी जागा व्यापलेली की आता जाणीव होण्याइतके रिकामेपण आले आहे.
काय बरे छंद होते मला तरुण असताना ?? डोंगर चढायला जायचो मी. छे !! आता तर जीना पण नही चढवत.
घरातल्या झोपण्याच्या खोलीतले हे पुस्तकांचे कपाट मी आजच उघडतो आहे . आठवते मला तिचे प्रदर्शनात जाणे आणि १०% सूट मिळावी म्हणून धडपड करणे. शनिवारच्या एखाद्या दुपारी मांडलेला रद्दीचा ढीग अजुन तस्सा आठवतोय!! चाळले पाहिजे होते एकदा तरी व.पु. , पु.ल.!!! पण कामातून सवड नव्हती तेव्हा !!
घरासभोवती बागेत हिने किती सुन्दर फुले लावलेली आहेत. आजच ती सुन्दर वाटत आहेत . नाहीतर देवपुजेच्या वेळी परडी मधेच पाहिले मी त्यांना !!! हा फुलांचा वेल आम्हीच आणलेला !!! किती बहर आला आहे त्याला आता !
तिने कसे काय जमवून आणले आहे हे सगळे ? लोन आणि सेविंग्स शिवाय कसलीच गणिते नाही केली मी कधी ! आणि तिने मात्र हसत हसत सगळे कसे चोख बजावले आहे .
बैठकीची खोली !!! हा पडदा घेताना कित्ती वेळ लावला होता तिने !!! पण त्याने किती शोभा आली आहे या खोलीला !!!
कधीही तक्रार नाही ऐकली मी मुलांची आणि मुले मोठी पण झाली !!! त्या पाखरांना पंख फुटत होते तेव्हा मी मात्र उडून अमेरिकेला गेलो. परत आलो तर ती पाखरे आपापल्या दिशेला उडून गेलेली.
हिची अर्ध्या दिवसाची शाळा !! शाळेत मुलांचे नाच बसवता बसवता, घरात किती ठिकाणी नाचावे लागले तिला हे आत्ता समजले.
वेळच्या वेळी चहा पासून पाहुणे आले गेले सगळे कसे केले तिने ???
झोपण्याची खोली !!! इथे पण कधी माझा उत्साह कमी नाही होऊ दिला तिने !!! तिचे सळसळ करणारे केस आठवले तरी " अभी तो में जवान हु " असे वाटायला लागले आहे .
एकेका खोलीला तिने दिलेले अस्तित्व आजच समजते आहे मला .
पण आता आमचा संन्यासाश्रम सुरु होणार !!!
" अहो दारात का उभे ?? जा जाऊंन पड़ा तरी मी आलेच चहा घेउन !! सुट्टीचा पहिलाच दिवस रटाळ गेलेला दिसतोय !! " तिचा आवाज ...............................
पुन्हा पोकळी भरून निघाली. ही पोकळी मला कधीच जाणवू देणार नाही आयुष्यात !!!! तिचे नाजुक हास्य , माझ्या आसमंताला पुरून उरते !!!
" ऐकतेस ??????? बस ना जरा वेळ जवळ ....... "
" इश्श !!! अहो वय काय तुमचे ??? " खुदकन हसताना तिचा लालेलाल झालेला चेहरा !!!! आणि आणि मला झालेली तिच्यातल्या प्रेयसीची जाणीव !!!!
संन्यासाश्रम नसतोच मुळी !!!!
मेनका आहे तोवर संन्यासाश्रम नाही !!! आणि तीच जिंकणार !!!
मी संन्यास आत्ता तरी नाही घेत !!!!
बायको अजुनही कामातच असते . तिच्या नोकरीचे रहाटगाडगे अजुन चालू आहेच ...
अजुन तिची निवृत्ति नाही , अगदी रजोनिवृत्ति नंतर देखिल तिच्या यातना संपलेल्या नाहीत ....
ह्म्म्म आता माझ्या संन्यासाश्रमाला सुरुवात !!!!
असते का असे काही माणसाच्या आयुष्यात ???
संन्याश्याला कधीच भोगावादाची स्वप्न पडत नसतील का ????
सर्वसंन्गपरित्याग कोणी कधी सर्वांगाने केला आहे का ???
नसेलच !!!! नाहीतर मेनका कधी जिंकू शकली नसती. माया आणि मोह यातून सुटका चितेवरच होत असावी!!!
आज पहिल्यांदाच वाटते आहे की खुप पोकळी आली आहे !!! पोकळी इतकी मोठी पण असू शकते असे आजच जाणवत आहे किंवा माझ्या नोकरीने माझ्या आयुष्यात इतकी जागा व्यापलेली की आता जाणीव होण्याइतके रिकामेपण आले आहे.
काय बरे छंद होते मला तरुण असताना ?? डोंगर चढायला जायचो मी. छे !! आता तर जीना पण नही चढवत.
घरातल्या झोपण्याच्या खोलीतले हे पुस्तकांचे कपाट मी आजच उघडतो आहे . आठवते मला तिचे प्रदर्शनात जाणे आणि १०% सूट मिळावी म्हणून धडपड करणे. शनिवारच्या एखाद्या दुपारी मांडलेला रद्दीचा ढीग अजुन तस्सा आठवतोय!! चाळले पाहिजे होते एकदा तरी व.पु. , पु.ल.!!! पण कामातून सवड नव्हती तेव्हा !!
घरासभोवती बागेत हिने किती सुन्दर फुले लावलेली आहेत. आजच ती सुन्दर वाटत आहेत . नाहीतर देवपुजेच्या वेळी परडी मधेच पाहिले मी त्यांना !!! हा फुलांचा वेल आम्हीच आणलेला !!! किती बहर आला आहे त्याला आता !
तिने कसे काय जमवून आणले आहे हे सगळे ? लोन आणि सेविंग्स शिवाय कसलीच गणिते नाही केली मी कधी ! आणि तिने मात्र हसत हसत सगळे कसे चोख बजावले आहे .
बैठकीची खोली !!! हा पडदा घेताना कित्ती वेळ लावला होता तिने !!! पण त्याने किती शोभा आली आहे या खोलीला !!!
कधीही तक्रार नाही ऐकली मी मुलांची आणि मुले मोठी पण झाली !!! त्या पाखरांना पंख फुटत होते तेव्हा मी मात्र उडून अमेरिकेला गेलो. परत आलो तर ती पाखरे आपापल्या दिशेला उडून गेलेली.
हिची अर्ध्या दिवसाची शाळा !! शाळेत मुलांचे नाच बसवता बसवता, घरात किती ठिकाणी नाचावे लागले तिला हे आत्ता समजले.
वेळच्या वेळी चहा पासून पाहुणे आले गेले सगळे कसे केले तिने ???
झोपण्याची खोली !!! इथे पण कधी माझा उत्साह कमी नाही होऊ दिला तिने !!! तिचे सळसळ करणारे केस आठवले तरी " अभी तो में जवान हु " असे वाटायला लागले आहे .
एकेका खोलीला तिने दिलेले अस्तित्व आजच समजते आहे मला .
पण आता आमचा संन्यासाश्रम सुरु होणार !!!
" अहो दारात का उभे ?? जा जाऊंन पड़ा तरी मी आलेच चहा घेउन !! सुट्टीचा पहिलाच दिवस रटाळ गेलेला दिसतोय !! " तिचा आवाज ...............................
पुन्हा पोकळी भरून निघाली. ही पोकळी मला कधीच जाणवू देणार नाही आयुष्यात !!!! तिचे नाजुक हास्य , माझ्या आसमंताला पुरून उरते !!!
" ऐकतेस ??????? बस ना जरा वेळ जवळ ....... "
" इश्श !!! अहो वय काय तुमचे ??? " खुदकन हसताना तिचा लालेलाल झालेला चेहरा !!!! आणि आणि मला झालेली तिच्यातल्या प्रेयसीची जाणीव !!!!
संन्यासाश्रम नसतोच मुळी !!!!
मेनका आहे तोवर संन्यासाश्रम नाही !!! आणि तीच जिंकणार !!!
मी संन्यास आत्ता तरी नाही घेत !!!!
BABA - IV ( And his big family )
Baba is kind of a friendly person and always wanted a son. He is a nice father. Regardless of his desire to have a son he showers his love upon all the three daughters of him i.e. we three sisters. Having a son was his desire in his early ages. This is a story about ..........
It was Diwali time and we all were cleaning house together. Ohh!!! that was something I always hated and baba always wanted me to learn. Thank god I have my elder sisters playing role of savior in every trouble of mine.
Cleaning time was the biggest trouble. Cleaning house was not at all my part of interest.
I recall my school teacher complaining my sister that I was laziest girl she had ever seen. And truly I was rather I am lazy regarding many things.
There were 3 trunks in the house. Those were army trunks heavy and big in size. Trunks were dumping zones of house. One of them was for old sweaters and old clothes, one was certificate bag containing old certificates and one was for old letters, unwanted papers and what not.
I was cleaning the trunk of old letters. Those were letters in Kannada so baba was not worried about what if I read them. I was trying to read sender’s name and receiver’s name from the letters as that was the only data in English. Receiver of every letter was no one else than Baba. And senders were my uncles, grandfather, and most of our relatives, my mother, and baba’s friends.
I found the only letter written in Marathi. This letter was written by Baba but it was not posted. It was dated 5th December 1982 that is next day of my sister’s birth. It was addressed to baba’s uncle. Content was strange. It was saying “God again gave me one more daughter. I really don’t know when the cycle will end .and so on…. “Data was surprising. He was not happy to have daughter and that to the daughter whom he loves a lot. The girl who is heart of baba.
I gave the letter to my sister. She saw the letter. And went in the hall. Baba was busy cleaning the cupboards. She just gave that to him and asked him to read the letter.
He sat in the chair in his typical style and then read the letter. He laughed but my sister was angry that he wrote the letter after she was born.
He smiled at her and said “Now I regret for writing this. Don’t pay attention to this. I love you a lot. I did not know you are going to be my son.”
That was a small incident. Reader will think what is so special about this. Baba always loved us. We all love him. But I feel bad and feel truly that he should have had a son. Now we three are in Pune and he stays alone there in Nagar. In case when he really needs anyone there is actually no one with him.
But he is Baba he never fails. He never had any desire unaccomplished. He is a winner. He has a son Someshwar. He takes care of him. He is always with him like his shadow. A boy working as a driver turned son is someone who now never lets me feel bad for baba not having son.
In the age when own children do not take care of parents. Baba has many who are ready to die for him. Who reach for baba earlier than that we his own daughters reach to him.
He never had property investments. But what he invested is what he has with him with all interests.
Our college had a motto “Not buildings but men …. I dare you.” Dad did it. He built many lives. He has his emotional shelter now. He has his biggest family which his real son might have failed to get for him and which he has now.
After we got that letter the circumstances never changed. Rather baba’s love went on increasing for all the three of us. His blessings for us increased and increased.....................
It was Diwali time and we all were cleaning house together. Ohh!!! that was something I always hated and baba always wanted me to learn. Thank god I have my elder sisters playing role of savior in every trouble of mine.
Cleaning time was the biggest trouble. Cleaning house was not at all my part of interest.
I recall my school teacher complaining my sister that I was laziest girl she had ever seen. And truly I was rather I am lazy regarding many things.
There were 3 trunks in the house. Those were army trunks heavy and big in size. Trunks were dumping zones of house. One of them was for old sweaters and old clothes, one was certificate bag containing old certificates and one was for old letters, unwanted papers and what not.
I was cleaning the trunk of old letters. Those were letters in Kannada so baba was not worried about what if I read them. I was trying to read sender’s name and receiver’s name from the letters as that was the only data in English. Receiver of every letter was no one else than Baba. And senders were my uncles, grandfather, and most of our relatives, my mother, and baba’s friends.
I found the only letter written in Marathi. This letter was written by Baba but it was not posted. It was dated 5th December 1982 that is next day of my sister’s birth. It was addressed to baba’s uncle. Content was strange. It was saying “God again gave me one more daughter. I really don’t know when the cycle will end .and so on…. “Data was surprising. He was not happy to have daughter and that to the daughter whom he loves a lot. The girl who is heart of baba.
I gave the letter to my sister. She saw the letter. And went in the hall. Baba was busy cleaning the cupboards. She just gave that to him and asked him to read the letter.
He sat in the chair in his typical style and then read the letter. He laughed but my sister was angry that he wrote the letter after she was born.
He smiled at her and said “Now I regret for writing this. Don’t pay attention to this. I love you a lot. I did not know you are going to be my son.”
That was a small incident. Reader will think what is so special about this. Baba always loved us. We all love him. But I feel bad and feel truly that he should have had a son. Now we three are in Pune and he stays alone there in Nagar. In case when he really needs anyone there is actually no one with him.
But he is Baba he never fails. He never had any desire unaccomplished. He is a winner. He has a son Someshwar. He takes care of him. He is always with him like his shadow. A boy working as a driver turned son is someone who now never lets me feel bad for baba not having son.
In the age when own children do not take care of parents. Baba has many who are ready to die for him. Who reach for baba earlier than that we his own daughters reach to him.
He never had property investments. But what he invested is what he has with him with all interests.
Our college had a motto “Not buildings but men …. I dare you.” Dad did it. He built many lives. He has his emotional shelter now. He has his biggest family which his real son might have failed to get for him and which he has now.
After we got that letter the circumstances never changed. Rather baba’s love went on increasing for all the three of us. His blessings for us increased and increased.....................
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