Rishto ke kuch puraane dhaage abhi baaki hai...

Tumse vaada kiya tha hamesha saath nibhane ke...
Saath toh hum aaj bhi hai par dooriyaan hai darmiyaan...

Bohot meethe pal bitaye hai saath saath...
Pal nikal gaye sirf yaadein hi abhi baaki hai...
Rishto ke kuch puraane dhaage abhi baaki hai...

Hume tumse pyaar hai, tumhe humse pyaar hai...
Rishta wahi hai pyaar kahaan gaya...
Hume yun beech sadak par chod kar...
Humara hamsafar kahaan chala gaya...

Kabhi socha na thaa khwabo mein bhi...
Badh jayenge phaansle itne...
haatho me haath liye chal rahe the hum aapka...
Pata hi naa chala ye doraha kab aa gaya...

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aluchya paanavar padle hote themb...
varyachya phunkareni vikhurle sagle...
ek ek karun parat ale khare...
pan ata saglach pani ahe urle nahi themb...

jagacha raht gadaga chaluch ahe avirat pane...
pratyekachya padrat tyache tyache bhog...
ayushya chota adchani mothya...
ekhada kshan mage valun matra suskara sodavasa vatoo pratyekala...

chalalelya rastyavar paulkhuna sudha nahit...
dhoranchi righ eka magun ek...
tuzyach paulavar maze paul pudhche...

dhey ekach kshitijavar pohochayacha...
me aajahi tithech ahe jikde kal hoto...
jaagaa matra badalalye...
me chaltoy ki mazya khalchi jamin...
dhul tevdhi kalchi ahe ajun chaplevarti...

Aathavani (Marathi)

आठवणी

गावात अजूनही तांबडं फुटत असेल का
कोंबडा आरवत असेल का

कट्ट्यावरच्या गप्पा अजूनही तेवढ्याच रंगत असतील का
पेपरवाल्याच्या स्टालवर अजूनही फुक्टेच जास्त असतील का
शिंदेंच्या सलून मध्ये अजूनही गावाची लफडी चघळली जात असतील का


गावात अजूनही तांबडं फुटत असेल का
कोंबडा आरवत असेल का

मालकीण बाईंकडे TV बघायला सगळी चाळ जमत असेल का
अजूनही गणपती सार्वजनिक असतील का
रंग्याच्या ठेल्यावर अजूनही मिठा मावा रंगत असेल का
शेंबडी नागडी पोरे अजूनही ' नत्लाज पेंचील ' घेत असतील का
लालभडक मोठं कलिंगड बाबा अजून पिंपात टाकत असतील का
नंदू टोमाटोवाला अजूनही साफ्फार्चंद म्हणून ओरडत असेल का
दिवेलागणीला शुभम करोति आणि रविवारी चंद्रकांता लागत असेल का
B. R. Chopra चं महाभारत अजूनही कोणाच्या लक्षात असेल का
चुलीतल्या निखाऱ्यावर पोरे अजूनही कांदे बटाटे भाजत असतील का
फुंकनिचा आवाज अन वसुदेवाचा गजर थंडीतल्या सकाळी जागवत असेल का
त्यावेळी काढलेली ' तरुण मित्र मंडळ ' अजूनही चालू असतील का
सभासदांच्या फिया त्यांच्यापेक्षा जास्त थकत असतील का
शोपेच्या गोळ्यांवर शिट्टी फ्री मिळत असेल का
मुळेमामंच ओये ओये कांदे पोहे ओर
देखा है पेहेली बार रस्त्यावर मारुती कार
अजूनही ओरीजनल गाण्यांपेक्षा हिट जात असेल का
मंगीची वांगी मिळत असतील का अजूनही २ ला ३ किंवा ३ ला २
मधल्या सुट्टीत मुलं अजूनही बोरकूट आणि चिंचोके खात असतील का

गावात अजूनही तांबडं फुटत असेल का
कोंबडा आरवत असेल का

Private Day

Ye dekh chotu…..ye flag hai, yeh bechneka aur bolneka happy independence day! Kya bolega? …acha tum log bolo vande mataram. Aur aagar sham tak sab log ne yeh zanda nahi becha to tum log ki pared lega rasul bhai…..chalo niklo….. harami log.

E yeh inden day kya hota hai re lucky?
are wo na jab apna bapu ne India ko freedom diya thana…voich din.
freedom bole to?
....are matlab private re……abhi aagar apne ko reheman bhai ne chod diya aur apun agar roz ye bhik mangne ke bajaye who sala carwalo jaisa school jane laga to apan free ho gaya…..
matlab sala ye car me ghum raha chokra log ko bapu ne private kar diya….to sala apun ko kyo nahi re kiya……

Are mamu tu samaz nahi rella hai…..un log ke pas car hai, paisa hai, tu bapu ko kya dega freedom ke badleme……? Chal sale jyada khopdi mat chala abhi …..signal ka tem ho gaya he…..chal

Sahb Zanda lo na….vande mataram…..sahab do rupe ka ek…sahib le lo na....e chal e phut idharse….sala harami ki aulad…… the cars sped by, filled with neatly dressed children going to school for flag hosting. The president addressed the nation and talked about the glorious past of India for the last 62 years. ‘India Celebrates 63rd Independence Day’ Raju sold the Times with the headline!

E chotu vadapav nahi khaneka hai kya tereko?....udhar kidhar ja rela hai?
Lucky tu ja….mein thoda tem me aata hai…..

The evening crowd was low today. Everybody seemed to enjoy the public holiday and the weekend with the family in a safer environment of home. The threat of viral yet bothered citizen. Sea shores were less filled and roadside eateries less occupied. The foodies had to control their demanding tongues. Masked people roamed around and chotu thought all of them must be doctors. But he couldn’t understand how such small children can be doctors…..today he had his answer. They were private.

Bapu….apan ne aaj ke din mein etnaich paisa kamaya…..par tum ye flag rakhlo…apan rasul bhai se thoda mar kha lega….par apan ko bhi private bana do. Bapu please ha kya….the boy turned and ran away, thinking of various reasons to tell rasul how he lost his money and flags. The policewala seemed to be the most acceptable answer.

The Mahatma on the ten rupee note was laughing at Mr. Mohandas standing with a stick in hand unable to look at the note at his own feet…but guiding the people to march forward. His entire fight for freedom was bundled up in that ten rupee note lying at his own feet and he was the authorized retailer of the freedom or private to be more precise.

Swine Flu and Ladies Compartment

And it happened……

A horrifying look was all over the place…mrs. Patel almost jumped out of her seat. Mrs. Kapoor fired a khunnas glance and tightened her mask. Ms. Neha and Mrs. Kharate mutually exchanged looks of disgust towards her. And Mrs. Nene occupied whatever was left of the fourth seat. The message was clear. Stay away. The sneezer had to leave the train.

Only once was the atmosphere in the ladies compartment of the 8.30 Churchgate fast was so quit before; after the sequential bombings in the train compartments 26/11. Mrs. Malik wasn’t discussing her mother-in-laws crooked behaviour, neither did Mrs. Patel reveal her husbands prestigious bonds with nonexistent Royal Families, and Mrs. D’souza kept from talking about her witted ‘Aamara dikra - Ronnie’.

No one purchased vegetables but the handkerchief seller was suddenly in demand. Within minutes the bundle was sold and he left the train with his pocket filled with money and face with smile. He might have not taken a bath since last September, but nobody cared.

The “Swine Flu” was everywhere. The invisible and invincible insects polluting the air were ready to jump in as soon as the ladies opened their mouth. But no one wanted to take or give a chance. Next station “Churchgate”, agla station “Churchgate”, Pudhil sthanak “Churchgate”. She was the only lady who dared to shout out loud in the grimmest moments in three different languages. As the station arrived ladies started getting up, yet nobody uttered a word. The frustration and disgust was exchanged with eyes and the elbows. The ones with heavy physical wealth could afford to use their well cushioned buttocks to make way.

A look of relief was over Mrs. Deshpande’s face and was shared by many other masked females. Now they can breathe in free for at least 8 hours unless the next train journey. But the joy of the chance to have verbal communication overwhelmed the ladies even more.

Mrs. Mehra started with ‘Humari kamwali…..’ and Ms. Naina with ‘the Biggest Beauty Pageant ’…..and so on.