I am back to my first love.. english. Pls leave a comment if you like it.
The words unsaid
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The words are funny,
I do feel so.
Cos' most of the times,
you just don't know.
think you understand them,
and are pretty close.
but its the unsaid words, my friend,
that are louder than those.
words are a science,
words are a boring art.
thats why they probably,
don't talk to the heart.
heart understands feelings,
the only thing it will.
just make someone happy,
and with happiness it fills.
its time we stopped talking,
and we do speak a lot.
better we do something good,
before late we are not.
help a complete stranger,
do what a human would.
they say after all,
good reaps only good.
a good deed done,
don't expect a thanks.
for the good deeds never,
are fighting for a rank.
the gleam in their eyes,
is all that matter.
because its yours heart
warming another..
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
ayushyavar bolu kahi?
जगणे म्हणजे काय मित्रहो?
विचार केला आहे कधी?
उत्तर माला सांगू नका,
कारण जगणे समजा आधी.
जगणे म्हणजे मोर पिसारा,
उभ्या गगनात न मावनारा.
जगणे म्हणजे सुसाट वारा,
स्वचंदपने घोंगावनारा.
जगणे म्हणजे आयुष्य नव्हे,
तर तो एक क्षण आहे.
या क्षणांच्या घरट्या मधे,
आयुष्याचे एक पिल्लू आहे.
जगणे म्हणजे चालत राहने,
पुढे पुढे आणी निरंतर.
या वाटचाली मधे आपण,
शोधतो जगण्याचे खरे उत्तर.
उत्तर ज्याचे त्याचे असते,
काही लहान कही मोठे असते.
शाळेत ल्या पेपरा सारखे,
यात चूक बरोबर मात्र कधी नसते.
उत्तर शोधने सोपे नसले तरी,
उत्तर शोधायची जिद्द हवी.
आयुष्य म्हणजे असंख्य प्रश्न,
पण त्या प्रश्नांशी मैत्री हवी.
कही प्रश्न अवघड असतात,
कही केल्या उलगडत नाहीत.
कही सोपे प्रश्न मात्र,
सुटून सुधा सुटत नाहीत.
सुटता सुटता कही प्रश्न,
प्रश्नांचा पाऊस पाडतात.
त्या प्रश्नांच्या सरी आपल्याला,
नकळत अंतर्मुख करून जातात.
प्रश्नांशी हितगुज करता करता,
आयुष्य असेच निघून जाते.
आयुष्याच्या संध्याकाळी,
या प्रश्नान्चिच साथ मिळते.
ती संध्याकाळ गुलाबी हवी,
असे तुम्हाला हवे असेल.
आरशा मधे स्वतःला पहा,
आयुष्य तुम्हाला साद देत असेल...
Translation below...
what is living friends?
have you ever thought?
dont tell me the answer,
first understand what it means.
living is a peacock tail-fan,
which fills the entire sky.
Its like an unrelenting gale,
unstoppable in its path.
living is not the entire life,
its just a moment.
its in the nest of these moments,
that life actually is growing up.
living is like a walk,
constant and always forward,
its in this journey that,
we try to find life's true purpose.
anwsers are your own,
some subjective some objective.
but unlike in school papers,
theres no right or wrong with them.
though finding answers is not easy,
its the passion to find that matters.
although there are too many questions,
you have to be friends with them.
some questions are tough,
almost seem un-resolvable.
some simple questions, somehow,
complicate even simple answers.
some questions unravel and,
themselves start another shower of questions.
those drops of questions,
make our wet soul introspect.
contemplating with these questions,
life completes a cycle,
in the evening of life itself,
its these questions that give us solace.
if evening to be happy,
is your true wish,
get out of your bed, stand in front of the mirror,
life would be beaconing ...
विचार केला आहे कधी?
उत्तर माला सांगू नका,
कारण जगणे समजा आधी.
जगणे म्हणजे मोर पिसारा,
उभ्या गगनात न मावनारा.
जगणे म्हणजे सुसाट वारा,
स्वचंदपने घोंगावनारा.
जगणे म्हणजे आयुष्य नव्हे,
तर तो एक क्षण आहे.
या क्षणांच्या घरट्या मधे,
आयुष्याचे एक पिल्लू आहे.
जगणे म्हणजे चालत राहने,
पुढे पुढे आणी निरंतर.
या वाटचाली मधे आपण,
शोधतो जगण्याचे खरे उत्तर.
उत्तर ज्याचे त्याचे असते,
काही लहान कही मोठे असते.
शाळेत ल्या पेपरा सारखे,
यात चूक बरोबर मात्र कधी नसते.
उत्तर शोधने सोपे नसले तरी,
उत्तर शोधायची जिद्द हवी.
आयुष्य म्हणजे असंख्य प्रश्न,
पण त्या प्रश्नांशी मैत्री हवी.
कही प्रश्न अवघड असतात,
कही केल्या उलगडत नाहीत.
कही सोपे प्रश्न मात्र,
सुटून सुधा सुटत नाहीत.
सुटता सुटता कही प्रश्न,
प्रश्नांचा पाऊस पाडतात.
त्या प्रश्नांच्या सरी आपल्याला,
नकळत अंतर्मुख करून जातात.
प्रश्नांशी हितगुज करता करता,
आयुष्य असेच निघून जाते.
आयुष्याच्या संध्याकाळी,
या प्रश्नान्चिच साथ मिळते.
ती संध्याकाळ गुलाबी हवी,
असे तुम्हाला हवे असेल.
आरशा मधे स्वतःला पहा,
आयुष्य तुम्हाला साद देत असेल...
Translation below...
what is living friends?
have you ever thought?
dont tell me the answer,
first understand what it means.
living is a peacock tail-fan,
which fills the entire sky.
Its like an unrelenting gale,
unstoppable in its path.
living is not the entire life,
its just a moment.
its in the nest of these moments,
that life actually is growing up.
living is like a walk,
constant and always forward,
its in this journey that,
we try to find life's true purpose.
anwsers are your own,
some subjective some objective.
but unlike in school papers,
theres no right or wrong with them.
though finding answers is not easy,
its the passion to find that matters.
although there are too many questions,
you have to be friends with them.
some questions are tough,
almost seem un-resolvable.
some simple questions, somehow,
complicate even simple answers.
some questions unravel and,
themselves start another shower of questions.
those drops of questions,
make our wet soul introspect.
contemplating with these questions,
life completes a cycle,
in the evening of life itself,
its these questions that give us solace.
if evening to be happy,
is your true wish,
get out of your bed, stand in front of the mirror,
life would be beaconing ...
Sunday, September 12, 2010
photo
One of my attempts at marathi poetry.
Translation for my non marathi friends, alongside :)
photographycha mala chaanda aahe, / I like photography,
tumhala sudha asel, bahutek. / you might also like it.
asla tar chaanach / if indeed then great,
pan nasla tari vait kay? / if not, you'r not missing a lot.
Nako ti photography anee / no need for photography,
nako te photo. / and forget those photos.
photo kadhun far tar, / clicking will only give you
aathvanincha chaukon hoto. /afterall square memories. (alluding to the square photo we save)
Tya chaukonat astat kahi kshan, / that square accommodates few moments,
kahi mavtat, kahi sandtat. / some fit into it, while some simply spill over
pan gammat mhanje, te mavlele / but the the irony is, those that fit in that square
kshan tya sandlelya kshnanmule astat. / are because of those moments which spilled over.
Kagdavar asto to fakta ek photo, /on paper we see just a photo
nistabdha, avichal. /silent, static.
pan baghnaryala anubhavta yeto, /but one can experience,
to sampoorna abhaas, sandlelya kshnansahit. / that entire emotional spectra, of course with the spilled moments.
Tya kshnana bhavana astat, /those moments have feelings,
kahi anandane utsfurta tar kahi vyakul. /some of spontaneous joy, some of sorrowful loneliness
pan tyana gyatantar naste, karan /but they have no choice, because
tyanchi vel nighun geleli aste. /they have been pushed into the past already
Ase hazaro khshan, /I have thousands of such moments,
me sathavle aahet, /which I have diligently saved.
pratyek divsaganik matra, / but as days pass,
tyanche vay vadhat aahe. / they are getting older and older.
Vay vadtha vadhta, / as they get older,
kahi kshan thaklele aahet. / some moments have become vague.
Aathvaninchya bojakhali tey / in the flood of memories,
chirdun gele aahet. / they are disappearing in absolution.
Kadhi vatte he kshan, / Sometimes, i feel these moments,
kuthe tari lapvoon thevoo. / for ever, should be saved by me .
pan Aatvanhicha ha samudra, / makes me wonder, how to take the sea
eka onjli madhe kasa gheoo. / and accommodate on my palm for eternity.
Translation for my non marathi friends, alongside :)
photographycha mala chaanda aahe, / I like photography,
tumhala sudha asel, bahutek. / you might also like it.
asla tar chaanach / if indeed then great,
pan nasla tari vait kay? / if not, you'r not missing a lot.
Nako ti photography anee / no need for photography,
nako te photo. / and forget those photos.
photo kadhun far tar, / clicking will only give you
aathvanincha chaukon hoto. /afterall square memories. (alluding to the square photo we save)
Tya chaukonat astat kahi kshan, / that square accommodates few moments,
kahi mavtat, kahi sandtat. / some fit into it, while some simply spill over
pan gammat mhanje, te mavlele / but the the irony is, those that fit in that square
kshan tya sandlelya kshnanmule astat. / are because of those moments which spilled over.
Kagdavar asto to fakta ek photo, /on paper we see just a photo
nistabdha, avichal. /silent, static.
pan baghnaryala anubhavta yeto, /but one can experience,
to sampoorna abhaas, sandlelya kshnansahit. / that entire emotional spectra, of course with the spilled moments.
Tya kshnana bhavana astat, /those moments have feelings,
kahi anandane utsfurta tar kahi vyakul. /some of spontaneous joy, some of sorrowful loneliness
pan tyana gyatantar naste, karan /but they have no choice, because
tyanchi vel nighun geleli aste. /they have been pushed into the past already
Ase hazaro khshan, /I have thousands of such moments,
me sathavle aahet, /which I have diligently saved.
pratyek divsaganik matra, / but as days pass,
tyanche vay vadhat aahe. / they are getting older and older.
Vay vadtha vadhta, / as they get older,
kahi kshan thaklele aahet. / some moments have become vague.
Aathvaninchya bojakhali tey / in the flood of memories,
chirdun gele aahet. / they are disappearing in absolution.
Kadhi vatte he kshan, / Sometimes, i feel these moments,
kuthe tari lapvoon thevoo. / for ever, should be saved by me .
pan Aatvanhicha ha samudra, / makes me wonder, how to take the sea
eka onjli madhe kasa gheoo. / and accommodate on my palm for eternity.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Bangalore to Munnar : Night out on the road
All of us (Nitin, Koel, Ranja, Gauri and myself) were in high spirits now that we were finally on our way to Munnar. That december night was unusually quite but not too cold. The tavera, we had booked, was zooming through the empty roads like the 'Santa Maria' would have sailed the open seas with Columbus on board. Only difference being there were 4 columbuses on board this one, in search of the new world called Munnar.
In no time the city lights were a silent speck behind us as if left behind in a race. The road in front of us was illuminated by the headlights of the car which had overpowered the starry sky and the only sign of habitation was a solitary petrol pump or a dhaba. But these were just distractions till we reached our destination and it seemed there was nothing to stop us.
The excitement was to be experienced than to be told as the cool winter air hit us in the face.(Interesting factoid: Gauri was not amused by this phenomenon so she made air tight arrangements for her hair by wearing a monkey cap and rolling up the windows). The tavera reached mysore in a few hours and continued on without stopping to see the Mysore palace illuminated in a million light bulbs. We were at our chatty best notwithstanding that fact that it was almost 2am in the morning. Mysore became a has been in some time and we made our way further south. Sometime around 4am we reached bandipur National Park. The road leading us there was not as smooth or wide as the one we had come from but the fact was it was nowhere as bad a road we normally see in the city sometimes. Since there was no divider, occasionally a vehicle would blind my eyes coming straight towards us in the opposite direction. Credit goes to Mr. driver who was always alert and an awesome person (more on that later).
It seemed that it would be a boring trip rest of the way. No sooner than I thought the car stopped dead in its tracks. Awaken from the 10-second-away slumber, I became wide awake and peered ahead through the windshield. Something was definitely wrong because there were vehicles parked one behind the other. None of the vehicles was moving or for that matter even trying to move. It seemed as if they had resigned to the fact that its gonna take a while before i get to move.
All vehicles had turned off their headlights and I could see just torches ahead in people's hands in the inky darkness of the forest. When I say darkness it was actually dark! If you are a city slicker don't try to imagine it just read on. For those who know what it means you are with me. In that darkness, theres no moonlight even as its blocked by the forest trees. The eerie silence of the surroundings adds to the freakiness. I couldn't imagine stepping out in that dark considering we were surrounded by tiger habitat.
As it turned out the forest had closed thoroughfare for the night and would be opening in the wee hours of the morning. With the suspense suddenly gone, the 10-second-away slumber returned and those few minutes of sleep are my most cherished as I hadn't slept even a second that day. Early morning was not without its drama. I woke up to the incessant chirping of the bandipur forest. We were surrounded by some serious wildlife. The first light of the morning sun took away my breath I suddenly found us surrounded by the tallest eucalyptus (nilgiri) trees i have seen in my life. The smell of the morning jungle made my lungs fill with life giving fresh air. The road was narrow and winding but it didn't matter much as each incline and every turn was unraveling the beauty that a forest is. Having watched a forest only on discovery or Nat geo, and read amusedly in the books by Jim Corbett, until then, it dawned upon me how beautiful a forest actually is. The never ending green is seldom monotonous and the sights and sounds keep you interested for whatever time you spend.
Most of the traveler's excitement dried once mr. driver confessed he wasn't sure of the route. Thus began a series of are-we-lost and how do we reach munnar kind of questions. Ultimately the known route was agreed to be Bandipur-Ooty-Coimbatore-Pollachi-Munnar. Glad that we knew where we were going the spirits returned to where they were earlier. The next hour was full of light hearted banter and clicks as everyone wanted a piece of the beautiful surroundings captured as a "Kodak" moment!
Thats it for this post. If the night was exciting the day was adventurous. I hope to post it sooner than later.
In no time the city lights were a silent speck behind us as if left behind in a race. The road in front of us was illuminated by the headlights of the car which had overpowered the starry sky and the only sign of habitation was a solitary petrol pump or a dhaba. But these were just distractions till we reached our destination and it seemed there was nothing to stop us.
The excitement was to be experienced than to be told as the cool winter air hit us in the face.(Interesting factoid: Gauri was not amused by this phenomenon so she made air tight arrangements for her hair by wearing a monkey cap and rolling up the windows). The tavera reached mysore in a few hours and continued on without stopping to see the Mysore palace illuminated in a million light bulbs. We were at our chatty best notwithstanding that fact that it was almost 2am in the morning. Mysore became a has been in some time and we made our way further south. Sometime around 4am we reached bandipur National Park. The road leading us there was not as smooth or wide as the one we had come from but the fact was it was nowhere as bad a road we normally see in the city sometimes. Since there was no divider, occasionally a vehicle would blind my eyes coming straight towards us in the opposite direction. Credit goes to Mr. driver who was always alert and an awesome person (more on that later).
It seemed that it would be a boring trip rest of the way. No sooner than I thought the car stopped dead in its tracks. Awaken from the 10-second-away slumber, I became wide awake and peered ahead through the windshield. Something was definitely wrong because there were vehicles parked one behind the other. None of the vehicles was moving or for that matter even trying to move. It seemed as if they had resigned to the fact that its gonna take a while before i get to move.
All vehicles had turned off their headlights and I could see just torches ahead in people's hands in the inky darkness of the forest. When I say darkness it was actually dark! If you are a city slicker don't try to imagine it just read on. For those who know what it means you are with me. In that darkness, theres no moonlight even as its blocked by the forest trees. The eerie silence of the surroundings adds to the freakiness. I couldn't imagine stepping out in that dark considering we were surrounded by tiger habitat.
As it turned out the forest had closed thoroughfare for the night and would be opening in the wee hours of the morning. With the suspense suddenly gone, the 10-second-away slumber returned and those few minutes of sleep are my most cherished as I hadn't slept even a second that day. Early morning was not without its drama. I woke up to the incessant chirping of the bandipur forest. We were surrounded by some serious wildlife. The first light of the morning sun took away my breath I suddenly found us surrounded by the tallest eucalyptus (nilgiri) trees i have seen in my life. The smell of the morning jungle made my lungs fill with life giving fresh air. The road was narrow and winding but it didn't matter much as each incline and every turn was unraveling the beauty that a forest is. Having watched a forest only on discovery or Nat geo, and read amusedly in the books by Jim Corbett, until then, it dawned upon me how beautiful a forest actually is. The never ending green is seldom monotonous and the sights and sounds keep you interested for whatever time you spend.
Most of the traveler's excitement dried once mr. driver confessed he wasn't sure of the route. Thus began a series of are-we-lost and how do we reach munnar kind of questions. Ultimately the known route was agreed to be Bandipur-Ooty-Coimbatore-Pollachi-Munnar. Glad that we knew where we were going the spirits returned to where they were earlier. The next hour was full of light hearted banter and clicks as everyone wanted a piece of the beautiful surroundings captured as a "Kodak" moment!
Thats it for this post. If the night was exciting the day was adventurous. I hope to post it sooner than later.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
bangalore to munnar - trip that almost didnt happen
Disclaimer: This series of posts is not on an informed study on how to reach munnar. You would be better off going somewhere else if you just want to reach munnar. For the intrepid traveler who doesn't mind veering off the beaten track, this is how you 'travel' to munnar.
So the story begins on 24th Dec 09. I call Nitin in the afternoon around 4pm to check whether we are all set for the trip. He sounds a bit tensed and promises to call me back. Now, even I get anxious about what exactly is transpiring of the trip. Around 7pm Koel calls. The conversation happens something like this.
"Hi pradeep, Koel here."
"Hi, koel. Any tensions? Nitin seemed troubled on the phone".
"Ya, theres been a slight problem".
"Why? what happened?".
"Arre, the cab guy is suddenly acting up. He says the cab wont be available now and is giving some flimsy reasons for it. Nitin and me are checking out other cabs, meawhile you can also search for cabs."
"Oh! this is not good. Ya, i shall ask the office transport contractor if he knows of someone."
"
call ends.
..
..
tring.. tring..
"Hi, koel".
"Hi, pradeep. Any luck?".
"Not encouraging. One guy is prepared to come but is available only for 3 days."
"Doesn't work out. We have to have a cab for 4 days. Anyways, keep trying in the meantime we are also closing in on a cab.".
"Ok. I shall call as soon as i get something then".
"Sure".
..
..
After 10 mins, Nitin calls.
"Pradeep, by what time can you reach our house?"
"I can try to reach by 10, 10:30".
"Good, try to reach as fast as possible. We have got a cab and hes coming down to our place. So jaldi aa phir, hum log wait kar rahe hain.".
"thats gr8!...yes.. abhi room pe jaake packing bhi karna padega. So i guess 10:30 tak pahuch jaoonga".
From what appeared to be a disaster waiting to happen, Nitin and Koel somehow pulled the proverbial rabbit out of the hat at the last time. So we were finally ready, bags packed and all. Having a quick dinner at Koel's, we set out on the trip not knowing what was in store for the next few days.
Since the story has two new characters now, its a good time to introduce everyone.
(In order of appearance.)
Me: Whom you might already know.
Nitin: school buddy and childhood friend.
Koel: Nitin's girl friend.
Two extremely likeable characters come next, Gauri and Ranja. Both are koel's childhood friends.
As it turned out, Ranja is a flower-lover and treated us with some amazing photos that she clicked throughout the trip.
On the other hand, Gauri is at her acting best, throwing one liners and having us in splits. Extremely sporting, both these girls and not to forget Koel.
With these three friends getting together it was a laughter explosion of hiroshima(ic) proportions for the rest of the trip. Read on for more .
So the story begins on 24th Dec 09. I call Nitin in the afternoon around 4pm to check whether we are all set for the trip. He sounds a bit tensed and promises to call me back. Now, even I get anxious about what exactly is transpiring of the trip. Around 7pm Koel calls. The conversation happens something like this.
"Hi pradeep, Koel here."
"Hi, koel. Any tensions? Nitin seemed troubled on the phone".
"Ya, theres been a slight problem".
"Why? what happened?".
"Arre, the cab guy is suddenly acting up. He says the cab wont be available now and is giving some flimsy reasons for it. Nitin and me are checking out other cabs, meawhile you can also search for cabs."
"Oh! this is not good. Ya, i shall ask the office transport contractor if he knows of someone."
"
call ends.
..
..
tring.. tring..
"Hi, koel".
"Hi, pradeep. Any luck?".
"Not encouraging. One guy is prepared to come but is available only for 3 days."
"Doesn't work out. We have to have a cab for 4 days. Anyways, keep trying in the meantime we are also closing in on a cab.".
"Ok. I shall call as soon as i get something then".
"Sure".
..
..
After 10 mins, Nitin calls.
"Pradeep, by what time can you reach our house?"
"I can try to reach by 10, 10:30".
"Good, try to reach as fast as possible. We have got a cab and hes coming down to our place. So jaldi aa phir, hum log wait kar rahe hain.".
"thats gr8!...yes.. abhi room pe jaake packing bhi karna padega. So i guess 10:30 tak pahuch jaoonga".
From what appeared to be a disaster waiting to happen, Nitin and Koel somehow pulled the proverbial rabbit out of the hat at the last time. So we were finally ready, bags packed and all. Having a quick dinner at Koel's, we set out on the trip not knowing what was in store for the next few days.
Since the story has two new characters now, its a good time to introduce everyone.
(In order of appearance.)
Me: Whom you might already know.
Nitin: school buddy and childhood friend.
Koel: Nitin's girl friend.
Two extremely likeable characters come next, Gauri and Ranja. Both are koel's childhood friends.
As it turned out, Ranja is a flower-lover and treated us with some amazing photos that she clicked throughout the trip.
On the other hand, Gauri is at her acting best, throwing one liners and having us in splits. Extremely sporting, both these girls and not to forget Koel.
With these three friends getting together it was a laughter explosion of hiroshima(ic) proportions for the rest of the trip. Read on for more .
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