red pierrot catterpillar/above cacoon
Hi,
this is Lataaji again.
Every year in the month of March, my chartered accountant sits with my account books to file the income tax returns. He finishes his work in an hour or two. The other day he told me that I was the only doctor whose accounts were so simple to keep. I realised what he meant by ‘simple'. Simple meant trivial or frugal. I told him 'Yes, financially there is nothing much to gain from my work. There is nothing to hide or seek loopholes to reduce the taxable income, but that is not the reason for less work for you. You have less work because transactions occur not in my financial account but mainly in my emotional account.
Believe me, every time I take an inventory of what I have gathered on my way during the year, I feel rich. The richness I could have never imagined! This year something I noticed that really was mind boggling. I realised that my emotional bank account was full with the highest denominations of currency i.e.LOVE. What surprised me more was that even you all parents have also gathered a lot on the way.
So now I have decided to spend a sizable portion of our emotional bank balance. I wish that all parents from teenager children’s' group should join together to start a new programme "MEET ". I expect 4 families (8 parents) to arrange a monthly meet on a Sunday evening for parents. All of you will discuss any two questions from the questionnaire already given to you.everyone will share his/her revelations. Your shortcomings, doggedness are traumatizing your teenage children. Let us all open up before our friends. Let us help one another to overcome our rigidities. That will help us become little more malleable and not fragile. We all need to become more compassionate and caring. I expect to achieve through "MEET".
Bye,
Lata aji
It feels great to be back on chequebook after a space of a month.The fault in the net did not allow me to post anything. So that’s past tense and anybody would like to forget it. There are some photos which I am sharing with you,are taken by my new camera and I would be pleased if you appreciate them with worthy comments. ashy prinia
Tuesday,31st May2011, A day we will always remember.
During the wonderful three day teenage shibir, Lata Aaji said that, she and Anil Ajoba were to go to Modi Resort for some rest. And that if possible anybody from shibir can join them there. It gives me immense pleasure to say that Milind and I could make it possible on one of the days. I am sure Khaches, and Om Vaknalli who could make it, also share the same feelings.
It was a peaceful day which started at 9 am and lasted till 10.30 pm. Apart from a break of about one hour, Lata Aaji and Anil ajoba shared wonderful memories of their family and friends for the whole day. Their interesting episodes with their great friends and eminent personalities like Pu La, Sunitabai, Mangesh Padgaokar, Borkar, Vasant Bapat, Vinda Karandikar, and Baba Amte and also cricketers like Madhav Apte and Vasu Paranjape, and doctors like Dr.Phadke and Dr.Shrikhande,Advocate Mohan Korde kept us captivated.
The variety of their friends, the relations they shared with the all of them, and people at large, the priority they gave to nurture their relationships, the involvement of Gargee and Adwait in everything that they did, their compassion, never ceases to amaze me.
Needless to say, there were sessions to take a review of shibir. One thing that came up was the lack of compassion and commitment on our part which we need to improve upon.
As an exercise for the next meeting on Sunday 12th June at 3pm, parents are expected to talk to the children about the last teen age shibir and write down what all happened during the shibir.
We really missed those of you who were not present at Modi Resort. I am sure there will be many more such occasions but do try and give these occasions a priority.
गाडीतून उतरताच मी जे पाहिलं ते कधीच विसरू शकणार नाही. समोरचं मोठं विस्तीर्ण पठार निरनिराळ्या रंगाच्या छोटुकल्या फुलांनी बहरलं होतं. हे दृष्य फोटोपेक्षा कितीतरी सुंदर होतं. गुलाबी रंगाचा मोठ्ठा गालीचा, त्याच्या मध्ये एक ओबडधोबड दगड आणि त्यावर छोट्या पिवळ्या गुच्छ..... मी आईला लगेच म्हणाले, आपल्या महाराष्ट्रात जणु स्वर्ग अवतरलाय. मी त्या फुलांना बघायला जवळ गेले तर कुणीतरी मला हाक मारत होतं. आजूबाजूला तर कुणीच नव्हतं. मग मी एका फुलाकडे पाहताच त्याने चक्क हसत मला विचारलं, “तुझं नाव काय गं ?” मी काही न बोलता नुसती बघतच राहिले. मग माझं नाव सांगितल्यावर ते म्हणालं, “माझं नाव आहे सोनू.” “अशी नावं तर माणसांची असतात. त्या बाईंनी तर तुझं नाव मिकी माउस असं सांगितलं.” मी म्हणाले. “अगं, ते नाव तर आमचा अभ्यास करायला इकडे येणाऱ्या माणसांनी आमच्या जातीला दिलंय. ती बघ, गुलाबी रंगाची कितीतरी फुलं आहेत, त्यापैकी तुझ्या पायाशी असलेल्या फुलाचं नाव आहे पिंकी. ती माझी मैत्रीण आहे, हो ना गं ?” “हो” पिंकी म्हणाली, “आमच्या जातीला माणसाने तेरडा हे नाव दिलंय. आणि या दगडाच्या बाजूला ही पांढरीशुभ्र, मोत्यासारखी गोलगोल फुलं आहेत ना, त्यांना गेंद म्हणतात.” “आणि सोनू, फांदीच्या एकाच बाजूला आलेली पांढरी फुलं कोणती गं ?” मी वि
चारलं. सोनू म्हणाली, “ती कंगवा आमरी. बघ ना, कंगव्याच्या एकाच बाजूला दाते असतात अगदी तशी फांदीच्या एकाच बाजूला फुलं आली आहेत. त्यांच्याच बाजूला ब्रशसारखी दिसणारी टूथब्रश आमरी.” मी विचारलं, “मग ती सोनपिवळी फुलं ?” “त्याला म्हणतात ...” तिचं उत्तर पूर्ण होण्यापूर्वीच ते पिवळं फूल म्हणालं, “ए सोनू, किती बोलतेस गं ! जरा मलासुद्धा थोडं बोलू दे की तुझ्या मैत्रिणीशी. बरं का गं, माझं नाव सोना. आमच्या जातीला सोनकी असं म्हणतात. आम्ही जगभरात फक्त कासपठारावरच आढळतो, माहित्ये ? आमची इतर काही जाती जगात इतर काही ठिकाणी सापडतात. त्याचा रंग आमच्यासारखा पिवळाजर्द नसतो काही, तर फिक्कट पिवळा असतो.” “स्वतःची एवढी स्तुती करू नका, सोनाबाई” पिंकी हसत म्हणाली. “हो, नाहीतर तुमचा जर्द पिवळा रंग उडून जाईल.” सोनू चिडवत म्हणाली. मी खुदकन हसले आणि म्हणाले, “तुम्हा फुलांमध्ये सुद्धा भांडणं होतात, चिडवाचिडवी होते की !” “आम्ही सगळ्या जणी मजा करतो, तुम्हीं मुलं करता ना, तश्शी.” सोना मात्र हिरव्यागार पानांमधे रुसून बसली. “ती तशीच आहे. रुसुबाई.” सोनू म्हणाली. मी म्हणाले, “पण कित्ती छान, आख्खं वर्षभर थंडगार वाऱ्यात मस्त मजा करत झुलत रहायचं...” सोनू थोडी उदास होऊन म्हणाली, “आख्खं वर्षभर नाही गं, आमचा फुलोरा फक्त ३ ते ४ आठवडे. या काळात आम्ही फुलायचं, नटायचं, प्रजनन करायचं, थोडी मज्जा करायची.” “पण इतका कमी वेळ का असतो तुम्हाला ?” “आम्हाला रुजायला, फुलायला आवश्यक असं हवामान श्रीगणेशोत्सवाच्या काळात असतं. तुम्हीं सगळे बाप्पाला म्हणता – पुढच्या वर्षी लवकर या... आम्हाला मात्र असं कुणीच न म्हणताही आम्ही दर वर्षी येतो आणि बघणाऱ्याला दर वर्षी इथे यायला भाग पाडतो.” “तूही येशील ना आम्हाला भेटायला पुढल्या वर्षी ?” सोनूने विचारलं. “हो, नक्कीच, पुढच्या वर्षी माझ्या मैत्रिणींनाही घेऊन येईन.”
Ladies and gentlemen I once again come for you with th best of my photos. These pictures come from my latest collection. There are still more,but the 8 mb limitation allows me to put best photos of different butterflies. The first butterfly in the respective order is common sailer,then comes the blue tiger,following them are striped tiger and two red pierots.I promise you to bring some more next time for now bye bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi friends! it is me omkar.allow me to share these lovely pics of the butterfly by the name plain tiger.As i was returning from the ngo which i visit every sunday,i thought about walking home via beach.And this plane tiger was a gift for walking down the beach.thank god it was even sitting there still.Now i realize how lucky i am.
cattle egret 
