The Verdict and The Learning Curve

It took me 24 months to learn and accept the term called 'Sharing'.
My mom thought I was a slow learner. I told her today, our country took 60 years and is still under the process. She says, "you are still a slow learner, its been 10 years since the first time I introduced you to the term called Politics".

DIRTY CONFESSION

How much you brooded inside
How much you bled


Your only demand was to be treated equally
Your only demand was to be heard


Your only demands were so silent
That your own conscious wept inside you
The weeping was loud yet unheard
And the demands un-granted


Once in a while
Came through a translator
He conveyed your feelings
He conveyed your pain


He was unheard or caved in the prison
Abolished from the herd
He fought for you
Or his conscious


But you never rose for yourself
The half of you is still waiting to be rescued
Waiting to be guided
Waiting to be lead


You ask the lord when will it end
Or will it ever
I pray to the same lord everyday
To make it over


Then I go behind the idol
Whisper secretly in his ears
That the day you listen to my first wish
Also grant me one other


I don’t want to see that day alive
I don’t want to be the one deprived
As the era of male domination will end
A peaceful yet brutal revenge it will send


Am I a male chauvinist?
Yes I am I behest
But it’s better than being
The dead descendent of a powerful sect

ATHEIST

lavkar chal....ani changle kapde ghal...he kay ghatlayas.....aga hyat kay vait ahe...koni mala baghnar kuthe ahe?
ticha attahas chaluch rahila...mag mi pan ticha ikla. kadhi kadhi argue karnyapeksha soppa mhanun apan ekhadi goshta karto na taasch kahisa. aarti susru zali, sagle jan prasanna chehra karun, chan poshakh karun hasrya mudreni talya vajavat hote, jyana arti yet hoti te mhanat pan hote. maza chehra thodasa udas vatla malach, mag ajubajuchyansathi mi to thoda hasra kela. kes thode avarle. haslo sudha thoda. ani actually mala thoda bara vatla. tya purna divsat prasanna asa hasat pahilyandach hoto me. udbatticha sugandh saglikade pasarala hota. lok agadi tallin houn aarti karat hote. me pan thodasa tyanchasarkha honyacha prayatna kela.

isnt the reason for the worship of god actually to makeus happy? to make us feel safe.....why does one need parents for....to be cared by, to be looked after by, to be papmered by. the same reason for the existence of god. man cannot enitrely rely on himself or others of his kind to decide whats right and whats not. the eternal questions that try to find the reason of our existence can not be entirely answered by the mortal species themselves. and hence we need an entity who we can rely upon. who is more powerfull and is not one of us. and hence we worship the god. we invent an entity who we now beleive has a hand in the making of us. and has enough powers to save us from any dangers that may come. and we worship him for making ourselves happy.

the reason for rememebering god has two purposes. to revive the faith and to share the feeling of being taken care of. the sense of safety. but it also accomplishes a hidden purpose, of making people feel happy about life. to make them fel happy about everything and nothing. and it succeeds. atleast it did with me.

check out a baby who has recently learned to bow in front of the almighty. gauge the expressions on his face, they are of happiness. the happiness is not due to the sense of being able tothank the god, but its just about acheiving a new task. a task that can be nothing more or less t pronouncing a forbidden word over and over again and catch all the exciting reactions of the elders. its all about that reward, the reactions from his elders. and for th elders its the satisfaction of teaching him something that their parents have tought them. something that the kid needs to learn.

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...

...

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.