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Saturday, August 3, 2013

Durga Shakti...!

There would be no Indian who doesn’t know the story of Birth of Lord Krishna. Although, how many who knew it, reflect upon it is a concern we will discuss some other time. Just to remind you the story, here is the most important and relevant part of it…

…Kansa the king of Mathura was an oppressor who had imprisoned his father in order to become the king. Devaki was Kansa’s sister and was married to a noble man Vasudeva. Kansa one day heard a heavenly voice saying, "Kansa, your days of tyranny are numbered and you will be killed by the eighth baby of Devaki." The terrified Kansa immediately imprisoned Devaki and Vasudeva. He did not want to take any chance and killed each and every child of Devaki at birth until the time came for the delivery of the eighth child. For the optimum safeguard Kansa increased the number of prison guards, kept strict vigilance and locked Vasudeva in chains. But God planned otherwise…

According to mythology, this was Dwapar Yug when the devils, however powerful they might be, were always outnumbered largely by the angels. And there were such divine beings as ‘Krishna’ upon who people could rest assured. The mythology might be over and the characters could be imaginary but the principles and philosophy of it is more applicable in this Kaliyug where we have Kansa in abundance and not a single Krishna to fight them. At such time if Durga – the Kali – tries to replace the Krishna it is the duty of the society to support her acts and deeds. After all it was the people only who lifted the Gowardhan, Krishna offered his little finger as moral support – ‘Yes, you can…!’
 

Today what brought me to this story is flashing news about Durga Shakti Nagpal, an IAS officer who is being humiliated by the rotten political forces and their lustful objectives. Also the judiciary system is trying to keep out of it with an alibi that it is the matter of State Government Administration. No, it is not. This is the matter of Corrupt Powers thrashing the Honest and Competent authorities those are trying to actually bring the change these hypocrite politicians used for elections for years. This is a National Issue for every Indian who works hard to earn his two meals and tries to live a respectable and honest life. These indecent and autocratic efforts must be condemned and buried before they get succeeded and people as well as media conveniently forget about them, as always…! 

It’s high time… really very high time. Enough whistle blowing, it’s time for action… Sign on the Facebook Campaign I have created for it HERE. 

Stay tuned and Be Aware, Think Change and Take Action…!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

'दुनियादारी'...!

 
प्रिय दादा,
 
एसेमेस मध्ये प्रतिक्रिया मावणार नाही म्हणून हा पत्रप्रपंच...!
 
परवा 'दुनियादारी' बघितला. दिवस सुरेख गेला आणि 'सुशी'च्या (अन इतर ससंदर्भ) आठवणींनी भरून आलं. कपाळावर हात मारायची वेळ आली नाही याबद्दल संजय जाधवचे आभार आणि कौतुकही…!
 
सिनेमा म्हणून चांगला आहे. मराठी सिनेमा म्हणून आणखी चांगला होऊ शकला असता. सुशीच्या कथेसाठी अधिक मेहनत अपेक्षित होती, पण प्रयत्न स्तुत्य आहे आणि एकदा तरी बघायलाच हवा.
 
नेहमीप्रमाणे गाणी अनावश्यक, अंगावर येणारे पार्श्वसंगीत अत्यंत भडक, टोटल फिल्मी आणि ब-याच ठिकाणी केवळ अप्रस्तुतच नाही तर रसभंग करणारे. हीच गोष्ट काही पात्रे /संवाद यांनाही लागू.
 
आपल्याला 'दुनियादारी' पाहिल्यांदा वाचून किती वर्ष झाली? त्यातले किती डीटेल्स अजूनही लख्ख आठवतात? 'सुशि'बद्द्लच्या प्रेमात किती फरक पडलाय? आपले वय आपल्याला आड येते का?
 
या सर्व प्रश्नांची उत्तरे काहीही असली तरी 'दुनियादारी' एकदा पहायला काहीही हरकत नाही. मित्रांची कंपनी मिळाल्यास भावनांचे फुटणारे बांध आणि उमाळ्याचे आवेग आटोक्यात राहतील अशी सदिच्छा!
 
शेवटी फक्त एक अट - सिनेमाचा आनंद घेऊन झाल्यावर त्याचा ख-या 'दुनियादारी'शी संबध जोडत बसण्यापेक्षा निवांत सवड काढून पुन्हा एकदा 'दुनियादारी' चे पारायण (शक्यतो एका बैठकीत) करावे. 
 
 हे व्रत केल्याने 'आमके आम गुठलीयोंके दाम' अशा प्रचीतीची संभावना वाढते आणि गतस्मृतींना उजाळा मिळून आपल्या कौलेजच्या दिवसांना आणि तत्कालीन भाव-भावनांना एक झळाळी प्राप्त होते. इत्यलम!
 
ता.क. - स्टोरी पुण्याच्या एस्-पीची असल्याने पुण्यात तुफान चाललाय, अगदी अमिताभच्या काळाची आठवण यावी अशी झुंबड! इतरत्रही अशीच परिस्थिती आहे म्हणतात… सुशीच्या आत्म्याला किती सुख होईल…!
 
मनीष
 
हे पत्र मी माझ्या प्रिय मित्र आणि बंधूला लिहिले असल्याने त्याची जातकुळी तथाकथित समीक्षेसारखी असणे शक्य नाही आणि ती तशी अपेक्षितही नाही. तथापि चित्रपट म्हणून त्यावर मत द्यावयाचे झाल्यास ते पुढीलप्रमाणे -
 
दिग्दर्शन, चित्रीकरण आणि गाणी यावरील थेट शोलेपासून ते अगदी मुन्नाभाई पर्यंतचा प्रभाव लक्षणीय असला तरी थियेटर हाऊसफुल्ल होणे तथा टाळ्या, शिट्ट्या आणि 'एक्स्पर्ट कॉमेंटस'नी दणाणून सोडणे हा अलीकडे अभावानेच येणारा प्रत्यय काहीसा त्रासदायक (वयोमानामुळे) पण खूपसा आनंददायी (तादात्म्यामुळे) ठरला. त्यातून संजयने सुरवातीलाच 'सुशी'ला कथेचे संपूर्ण श्रेय देऊन, चूक-उणीवांबद्दल माफीही मागितली असल्याने तक्रारीला जागाच नाही…!
 
असो. 

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Brahma...!


God was sitting in heaven one day when a scientist said to Him,
"God, we don't need you anymore. Science has finally figured out a way to create life out of nothing - in other words, we can now do what you did in the beginning."

"Oh, is that so? Tell Me..." replies God.

"Well," says the scientist, "we can take dirt and form it into the likeness of you and breathe life into it, thus creating man."

"Well, that's very interesting...show Me."

So the scientist bends down to the earth and starts to mold the soil into the shape of a man.

"No, no, no..." interrupts God, "Get your own dirt...!"

Stay tuned and keep within HUMAN Limits...!

Friday, July 19, 2013

Chain...!

'You don't owe me anything,
I have been there too…
Somebody once helped me out,
The way I'm helping you…
If you really want to pay me back,
Here is what you do:
DO NOT let this chain of love,
END WITH YOU…'
 

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Enough…!

Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said...
'I love you, and I wish you enough.'
 
The daughter replied...
'Dad, our life together has been more than enough.  Your love is all I ever needed.  I wish you enough, too, Dad.'
 
They kissed and the daughter left.  The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry.  I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking...
'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
'Yes, I have,' I replied.  'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'...
 
'I am old, and she lives so far away.  I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said.
 
'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough..'  May I ask what that means?'
 
He began to smile....
 
'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations.  My parents used to say it to everyone...' 
He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we wanted the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.'
 
 
 
Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.
 
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how grey the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
 
He then began to cry and walked away.
 
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.
 
Stay tuned and Wish Enough...!

Saturday, June 29, 2013

The Purpose...!

Why am I doing it…?
What is the worth of what I do…?
How long can I stretch this…?
Who should guide my journey…?
Where is it heading anyway…?

If you are one of the souls who are interrogated by such questions once in a while, this story is for you.

And if you are not, well… you always have a choice to read further or close this tab, don’t you…?!?

There was this wise man of the desert. He had 3 sons and 17 camels. In his last words on his death bed, he declared…
“The first son should get half of the camels…
The second son should get one third of the camels…
And the third son should get one ninth of the camels…!”

Now all 3 sons were in a fix about counting and dividing the camels as it would mean to kill the camels.


When the wise Birbal heard about the situation he appeared on the scene with his own camel.

Sons said ‘we will not accept your camel as our father would have never approved of it’.
To which Birbal replied, ‘I am not going to gift you my camel anyway, just let it stand there for a while’.

With Birbal’s camel the total count of camels summed to 18.
First Son took half of 18 – 9 Camels.
Second Son took one third of 18 – 6 Camels.
Third Son took one ninth of 18 – 2 Camels.
Total 17 camels… Birbal returned with his own camel…

Moral of the story…
Whenever you find yourself in the cyclone of questions or a situation like above, bring in the eighteenth camel to the scene and you might survive the situation!

I like to call this eighteenth camel… PURPOSE!
Try to analyse this further and you would find some interesting insights… I did!

Stay tuned and recount your camels…!

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

PMP®...!

Well, well, well… so that’s it! Lot of research and discussions… Enthusiasm of Application… Excitement with the batch-mates in the 36 Hours Workshop… Enlightenment by the able and a little sarcastic facilitator… 40 days of rigorous preparation… Exhausting and hectic ST Bus travel of 12 hours in a day… Showering Mumbai Monsoon at its worst… Pathetic transport conditions and arrogant and indifferent local transporters… No time to grab a quick bite, a tea or a fag for 12 hours… and a test actually testing not only the Knowledge and Skills but the Serenity as well… WHAT NOT…!?!
 
But after all the labour-pains a baby-cry is the reward! I was more concerned than confident when I hit the ‘End Exam’ button. The 10 seconds before the next screen felt like insensate eternity until I saw the words ‘Congratulations’ that brought me back to the mortal world in the moment of bliss…! Here’s the reward of this little ambitious initiative I undertook…