Delhi ki sardi!

Last year I was dreading winters. Initially I used to hate winters. I am a 'sunny' kind of person - ample sunshine,  warm weather and bright days. But one year in Delhi and I fell in love with winter.
Winter @ Delhi is so much different than winter @ Nagpur.
Fall in temperature, fog and smog, numbness in limbs, wearing layers and layers of clothing, heater in room and anytime-chai time...
MDI is the loveliest place at a cold winter night. Stroll in tree lined roads of MDI, totally packed in my winter wear, with a hot fuming chai in hand, moonlight filtering through fog and unending chit-chat. Its Awesome!
Yesterday morning I woke up at 9 and I saw this from my balcony -

It was beautiful....
:)
finally the fog melted at 10.30am and later that day I came to know temperature of previous day - it had dropped to 1.8 degrees.

Leia Mais…

काही गैरसमज

काही वर्षांपूर्वी अल्फा TV मराठी वर 'नक्षत्रांचे देणे' अशी कार्येक्रमांची मालिका होती. वेगवेगळे कालवंत, कवी, संगीतकार, लेखक अशांच्या कार्यावर आधारित हा कार्येक्रम होता.

पु ला देशपांडे यांच्या वर आधारित कार्येक्रम चालू होता आणि गाणं चालू झालं -

इंद्रायणी काठी, देवाची आळंदी

लागली समाधी, ज्ञानेशाची 

आणि खाली कवी चे नाव आले - ग दि माडगुळकर !

अनेक वर्ष माझा असा गैरसमज होता कि "इंद्रायणी काठी" हे एक संत - भजन आहे. पण अचानक कळलं कि अरे, हि तर माडगुळकरांची कविता ! आणि मग हळू हळू असेच शोध लागत गेले.

नवल वर्तले गे माये, उजळला प्रकाशु

मनाचिये अंधाराचा, होतसे विनाशु

हास्याच विलसे ओठी, अद्भुताची झाली गोठी

रातीचिये स्वप्नी आला, कोवळा दिनेशु

पहातली आशा नगरी, डुले पताका गोपुरी

निजेतुनी जागा झाला, राउळी रमेशु

चैत वाऱ्याची वाहणी, आले देहाचे अंगणी

अंग मोहरूनी आले, जसा का पलाशु 

मनाचिये अंधाराचा, होतसे विनाशु 

 हे आशाबाईंच्या आवाजातले भजन  पण ज्ञानेश्वरांची रचना नाही तर गदिमांच्या लेखणीचा प्रताप आहे. ज्ञानेश्वर-कालीन भाषेचा इतका हुबेहूब परिणाम गदिमांनी साधला आहे कि खरच हि संत रचना आहे हे कोणालाही वाटेल. 

किती चतुरस्त्र कवी होते गदिमा याची प्रचिती त्यांची प्रत्येक रचना देते - मग ती मुक्त-कविता असू दे किंवा चित्रपट गीत असू दे. 

Leia Mais…

A Warm and Cold story

This is a story I heard recently. Name of story is - A Warm Fuzzy Tale.

Once upon a time, there lived two people called Tim and Maggie with their two children John and Lucy. To understand how happy they were you have to understand how things were in those days.

You see in those happy days everyone was given a small, soft Fuzzy Bag when born. Any time a person reached into this bag they were able to pull out a Warm Fuzzy.whenever someone was given a Warm Fuzzy it made them feel warm and fuzzy all over. Those days it was very easy to get a Warm Fuzzy. Everyone asked for Warm Fuzzy and everyone gave Warm Fuzzy. So everyone was happy and felt warm and fuzzy most of the time.

One day a bad witch who made salves and potions for sick people became angry because everyone was so happy and feeling good and no one was buying potions and salves. The witch was very clever and devised a very wicked plan. One beautiful morning while Maggie was playing with her daughter the witch crept up to Tim  and whispered in his ear,   - "See here, Tim, look at all the Fuzzies that Maggie is giving to Lucy. You know, if she keeps it up she is going to run out and then there won't be any left for you!"

Tim got worried and was convinced that sooner or later, Maggie will run out of Warm Fuzzies and was angry whenever Maggie gave anyone Warm Fuzzy. Because Maggie loved Tim a lot, she stopped giving Warm Fuzzy. Soon the word spread that Warm Fuzzies are not unlimited and people stopped giving Warm Fuzzies.  People began feel less warm, the fell sick and some of then died. Wicked Witch did not want people to die, but to remain sick so that they will buy her potions.

So she gave everybody a bag similar to Bag of Warm Fuzzies but this new bag produced Cold Pricklies. Cold Pricklies made people cold and prickly but saved them from dying. The situation got very complicated since the coming of the witch because there were fewer and fewer Warm Fuzzies around and Warm Fuzzies which used to be free as air, became extremely valuable. some people would take Cold Pricklies--which were everywhere and freely available-and coated them white and fluffy so that they almost looked like Warm Fuzzies. These fake Warm Fuzzies were really Plastic Fuzzies, and they caused additional problems.

Once a woman came from nearby town who was oblivious to the belief of limited Warm Fuzzies and started handing out Warm Fuzzy freely. Children loved her and they followed. But people got angry and they passed a law. The law made it a criminal offense to give out Warm Fuzzies in a reckless manner or without a license.

Many children, however, seemed not to care; and in spite of the law they continued to give each other Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it and always when asked. Because they were many, many children, almost as many as grown ups, it began to look as if maybe they would have their way.

As of now its hard to say what will happen. 

Will the grownups  laws stop the recklessness of the children?

Are the grownups going to join with the Hip Woman and the children in taking a chance that there will always be as many Warm Fuzzies as needed?

Will they remember the days their children are trying to bring back when Warm Fuzzies were abundant because people gave them away freely ?

The struggle spread all over the land and is probably going on right were you live. If you want to, and I hope you do, you can join by freely giving and asking for Warm Fuzzies and being as loving and healthy as you can.

I have made my choice, have you?

Leia Mais…

Helter-skelter

That must be the most funniest incident experienced by me in a classroom.

A dull Saturday morning class, started at 8.30am, supposed to end at 12 o'clock - sleepy classroom, prof is repeatedly failing to make people respond to questions. The minute hand of wall clock is just not moving! 

Still one whole hour for class to end.

Tadaaaaa....

Two pigeons zoom into classroom from nowhere. They are confused, and keep flying here and there. Suddenly professor squeaks and class is slowly getting out of sleep-zone to trace origin of the strange sound.

Professor asks CR to perform his duty - Call someone from administration to shoo away the birds.

Promptly two representatives of administration come to class. Eureka! They have one awesome solution to drive away birds - Switch on the fans!

And then "those crazy 5 mins" began. 

Birds everywhere....and admin men after them. some of the now awake sleepyheads joined the bird-shooing gang, and professor at the door of class..

Finally, after some crazy minutes, birds and admin men were out, prof was in and students were back to sleeping den.

But with all this excitement professor decided to call it a day. 

A pathetically boring morning turned into most exciting class ever.

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