Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The good old holidays
It has been three days since school has started . We 10th STD students are having extra classes in school for maths,science,etc.The blazing hot sun was troubling me when I was going to my Math class this afternoon and suddenly I remembered the how I used to enjoy my holidays.The outings with family,the friendly meetings , how my friends used to come to stay at my home or how I went to their houses and the mangoes I used to enjoy. I shook my head and just took a small glimpse to the time and was surprised to see that I was late for my class.The great holidays I used to enjoy.But I know after this year I would be able to enjoy for some months .But before the enjoyment I must do my task.The task of completing the 10th STD
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Expexted to read for shibir on17th
Chidren are also supposed to read the book Vanat janat
Sorry for not posting this in the first post
Expexted to read for shibir on17th
Chidren are supposed to read following chapter from growing together or Anand Yatra Sangopanachi
- From the chapter Understanding our emotions-Pleasures and happiness pg33 or Sukh ani Anand pg34 from marathi book
- The chapter Love pg51 or Prem pg46 from marathi book
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
EXAMINATIONS CONQUERED
When we think about examinations , a collection of words runs through our head. 'TENSION,MARKS.....' all such feelings run through our head making us diffident .I was in the same situation like this one . the main cause of my diffidence was I gave a lot of importance to these feeling and thus I would become miserable. But these words no longer exist in my dictionary. I have simply overcome these by doing न्यास and circle of excellence.My best friend Nihal who is amongst the brightest students in my class also helped me . I learnt through his attitude towards studies. He never would get upset even if he got a lesser grade and would make up for the same in the next examination.And really , in this exam I have come out with flying colours.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sidhivinayak
Me and my sis had went to sidhivnayak yeterday witn uncle and aunt. The Sidhivinayak is the most glamourized ganapati in Mumbai and one of the in India. Once you enter there are big LCDs kept in different corners. there is a big line to go inside the temple.After all the line and stuff you come in front of the idol.But its for less than a farction of a second and u will be pushed outside.
But in all this havoc one sees LCDs,lighting and the gold around the idol.But one forgets about the small idol in the centre of it.Celebrities come and go but there are very less who think about the idol.I must accept that even I first saw the surroundings before the idol.In India there are boards stuck everywhere we go showing big photos of politicians wishing everyone happy diwali,ganesh chaturthi, etc during any festivals. But in the corner of all that is the small photo of God.We must stop glamourizing and if we want to do something for God, we should become a good human being and nothing else!
Nanded-the town near grandpa's farm
Hi friends! I am writing this post to give all of you the exciting experiences I had during my trip to Nanded. We (I and mother)at the time of 8:59 managed to board the Devagiri Express at the crowded station of Dadar.Train seemed to be quite clean.After listening to the Walkman for some time ,I dosed off .The train was expected to reach Nanded at7:30.Even I woke up at7:30.Fortunately the train was delayed by one hour.After boarding out,we made our way towards the exit of the station.Here I met my Grandpa.After a small bargain with the driver, we got into a rickshaw. Nanded as I discovered is a small town located near the easternmost side of Maharashtra.It is a dry hot region where rainfall is scarce.We lived at grandpa's home.My uncle had also come from Pune.After bath and breakfast,we left for sightseeing. First we went to a temple.Then went to our 300 year old वडा.Although some walls had given way and roof had broken at many places dirtying the floor and exposing the sky.Still it was fun exploring the heritage building.We then decided to go to Mahur which was famous for the temple of the goddess there.We reached Mahur at 8:10 pm.The temple had closed .We had an overnight stay at a hotel in Mahur.We went to the temple early in the morning .It was said to be very beautiful and crowded.But as we went there during the small hours in the morning ,there was very less crowd so दर्शन was easy.Then we left for Bhoshi,the village where our farm was.there I drove the farmer's Mercedes Benz i.e. the बैलगाड़ी .there I also found a म्हैस licking my hand when I sat near her on a cot.I also learnt to operate the हाप्सा. It truly was a exciting experience.I am looking forward to my next tour there.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
श्री गुरवे नमः
कासचं पुष्पपठार
मी बाबांना विचारलं, ”या सुट्टीत सहलीला कुठं जायचं ? एखाद्या आगळ्यावेगळ्या ठिकाणी जाऊया. नेहमी इंडोनेशिया, मलेशिया, थायलंडला जाऊन अगदी कंटाळा आलाय.” आई म्हणाली, “जवळच कुठेतरी जाऊ. सुट्टी दोनच दिवसांची आहे.” “बघू.” बाबा म्हणाले आणि वर्तमानपत्र वाचण्यात गुंग झाले. आई स्वयंपाकघरात जायला निघाली तेवढ्यातच बाबा म्हणाले, “कासच्या पुष्पपठारावर जाऊया का ? आपल्या अगदी जवळ आहे.” असे म्हणत बाबांनी तो सगळा लेख आम्हाला वाचून दाखवला आणि म्हणाले, “हे पठार साताऱ्याला आपल्या राजूकाकाच्या फार्महाउसच्या अगदी जवळच आहे.” “बस्, तर मग, आता जायचंच” मी म्हणाले.
जायचा दिवस उजाडला. आम्ही पहाटेच गाडीने निघालो, कारण प्रवास लांबचा होता. पाच साडेपाच तासांच्या लांबलचक प्रवासानंतर थेट फार्महाऊसवर पोहोचेपर्यंत आम्ही कंटाळलो होतो. ताजेतवाने होऊन, जेवून, विश्रांती न घेता लगेच पठारावर जायला निघालो. माझ्या मनात खूप कुतूहल होतं, हे पुष्पपठार आहे तरी कसं ? वर्तमानपत्रात दिलेल्या फोटोसारखं सुंदर असेल का ? मी विचारात मग्न असताना आई म्हणाली, “चल, उतर आता गाडीतून.”
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.”
तेवढ्यात आईने मला बोलावलं, मी जायला निघाले. जाण्यापूर्वी एकदा मागे वळून पाहिलं तर रुसकी सोना, बडबडी सोनू, गोड पिंकी वाऱ्याची झुळूक येताच झुलत होती, जणु ती मला म्हणत असावी “परत भेटू !”
मग काय मित्रमैत्रिणींनो, सोनू, पिंकी, सोना या माझ्या नव्या मैत्रिणींना भेटायला पुढच्या वर्षी कासला जायचं ना ?
कासचं पुष्पपठार
मी बाबांना विचारलं, ”या सुट्टीत सहलीला कुठं जायचं ? एखाद्या आगळ्यावेगळ्या ठिकाणी जाऊया. नेहमी इंडोनेशिया, मलेशिया, थायलंडला जाऊन अगदी कंटाळा आलाय.” आई म्हणाली, “जवळच कुठेतरी जाऊ. सुट्टी दोनच दिवसांची आहे.” “बघू.” बाबा म्हणाले आणि वर्तमानपत्र वाचण्यात गुंग झाले. आई स्वयंपाकघरात जायला निघाली तेवढ्यातच बाबा म्हणाले, “कासच्या पुष्पपठारावर जाऊया का ? आपल्या अगदी जवळ आहे.” असे म्हणत बाबांनी तो सगळा लेख आम्हाला वाचून दाखवला आणि म्हणाले, “हे पठार साताऱ्याला आपल्या राजूकाकाच्या फार्महाउसच्या अगदी जवळच आहे.” “बस्, तर मग, आता जायचंच” मी म्हणाले.
जायचा दिवस उजाडला. आम्ही पहाटेच गाडीने निघालो, कारण प्रवास लांबचा होता. पाच साडेपाच तासांच्या लांबलचक प्रवासानंतर थेट फार्महाऊसवर पोहोचेपर्यंत आम्ही कंटाळलो होतो. ताजेतवाने होऊन, जेवून, विश्रांती न घेता लगेच पठारावर जायला निघालो. माझ्या मनात खूप कुतूहल होतं, हे पुष्पपठार आहे तरी कसं ? वर्तमानपत्रात दिलेल्या फोटोसारखं सुंदर असेल का ? मी विचारात मग्न असताना आई म्हणाली, “चल, उतर आता गाडीतून.”
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.”तेवढ्यात आईने मला बोलावलं, मी जायला निघाले. जाण्यापूर्वी एकदा मागे वळून पाहिलं तर रुसकी सोना, बडबडी सोनू, गोड पिंकी वाऱ्याची झुळूक येताच झुलत होती, जणु ती मला म्हणत असावी “परत भेटू !”
मग काय मित्रमैत्रिणींनो, सोनू, पिंकी, सोना या माझ्या नव्या मैत्रिणींना भेटायला पुढच्या वर्षी कासला जायचं ना ?
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, March 18, 2011
exams over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi friends!
Its me Unmesh deshpande .This is the first time I am typing on the the blog . I am sorry to post an empty blog along with nothing but its title. I was actually sending my After Examination expirience.
As you all see my exams are over.I am very happy that they are over.Now I am
joyful and am spending days doing leisure activies. I am improving my swimming techniques. Iam also looking forward to my speech and drama class.Its a enjoyable class.I am also awaiting
for रंग पंचमी which is day after tommorow.ypeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Its me Unmesh deshpande .This is the first time I am typing on the the blog . I am sorry to post an empty blog along with nothing but its title. I was actually sending my After Examination expirience.
As you all see my exams are over.I am very happy that they are over.Now I am
joyful and am spending days doing leisure activies. I am improving my swimming techniques. Iam also looking forward to my speech and drama class.Its a enjoyable class.I am also awaiting
for रंग पंचमी which is day after tommorow.ypeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, March 5, 2011
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.
List of Bhairavi Songs for April Shibir
Pl. find below the list of songs based on Bhairavi Raag
१) बरसात में तुम से मिले हम
२) रमाया वस्तावाया
३) मै पिया तेरी तू माने या न माने
४) जिया जले जान जले
५) घर आया मोरा परदेसी
६) आज फिर जीने की तमन्ना है
७) बोल रे कठपुतली बोले
८) मन डोले मेरा तन डोले
९) मिलो ना तुम तो हम घबराए
१०) जीवन में पिया तेरा साथ रहे
११) झूमता मौसम मस्त महिना
१२) मस्ती भरा है समां
१३) मुड मुड के ना देख
१४) हम तुम एक कमरे में बंद हो
१५) तुझे देखा तो ये जाना सनम
१६) जब हम जवा होंगे
१७) मेरे हाथों में नौ नौ चडीयां है
१८) दिल देके देखो दिल देके देखो
१९) दम दम डिगा डिगा
२०) चल छया छया छया
२१) बनके पंच्छी गए प्यार का तराना
२२) निम्बुदा निम्बुदा निम्बुदा
२३) होटों पे ऐसी बात मैं दबाके चली आई
२४) अपलम चपलम चपलाई रे
२५) जादू है नशा है
२६) मेरे हाथ में तेरा हाथ हो
२७) भोली सी सूरत आखों में मस्ती
२८) कभी निम् निम् कभी सहाद सहाद
२९) आ सुनावु प्यार की एक कहानी
३०) हर पल बदल रही है हर पल जिंदगी
३१) वन्दे मातरम
१) बरसात में तुम से मिले हम
२) रमाया वस्तावाया
३) मै पिया तेरी तू माने या न माने
४) जिया जले जान जले
५) घर आया मोरा परदेसी
६) आज फिर जीने की तमन्ना है
७) बोल रे कठपुतली बोले
८) मन डोले मेरा तन डोले
९) मिलो ना तुम तो हम घबराए
१०) जीवन में पिया तेरा साथ रहे
११) झूमता मौसम मस्त महिना
१२) मस्ती भरा है समां
१३) मुड मुड के ना देख
१४) हम तुम एक कमरे में बंद हो
१५) तुझे देखा तो ये जाना सनम
१६) जब हम जवा होंगे
१७) मेरे हाथों में नौ नौ चडीयां है
१८) दिल देके देखो दिल देके देखो
१९) दम दम डिगा डिगा
२०) चल छया छया छया
२१) बनके पंच्छी गए प्यार का तराना
२२) निम्बुदा निम्बुदा निम्बुदा
२३) होटों पे ऐसी बात मैं दबाके चली आई
२४) अपलम चपलम चपलाई रे
२५) जादू है नशा है
२६) मेरे हाथ में तेरा हाथ हो
२७) भोली सी सूरत आखों में मस्ती
२८) कभी निम् निम् कभी सहाद सहाद
२९) आ सुनावु प्यार की एक कहानी
३०) हर पल बदल रही है हर पल जिंदगी
३१) वन्दे मातरम
Monday, February 28, 2011
In Gratitude
(Flashback : 10 years ago.)
It’s the typical scene of a normal free afternoon. It could be the summer vacations or maybe just a lazy holiday.
I am back home at 1.00 pm after 3 intense hours of cricket in the morning. Linger around at the lunch table till grandmother chides me to finish lunch faster.
Afternoon restlessness begins to set in. Little sister is sleeping. I have been threatened against disrupting here baby sleep. Evening playtime is 5.30 pm. TV time is strictly 5 pm because that’s when Small Wonder is telecast (and there was nothing else worth watching on TV then). I have nothing else to do till then.
So I sit on the bed in my grandparents’ bedroom, next to the window by the peepul tree. Open a comic book.
And I am off.
To a land of mythology and fairy tales,
To the jungle where the Shikari Shambhu rules supreme.
To the Kingdom of Raja Hoodja to see if poor Tantri has had any luck.
A little bit of practical science with Uncle Anu,
And then a few simple laughs with good old Supandi.
And compare the cheekiness of Raghu and Anwar,
With the spunk of Kaalia the Crow and Kapish the monkey.
Framing my own “it happened to me” stories in my mind
And creating “Tinkle tells you why” questions.
I am atop Govardhan just before Krishna lifts it with his little finger,
Jumping towards Lanka as Ram rushes on to rescue his beloved Seeta.
Hurrying towards the battle field of Kurukshetra as the Pandavas face the Kauravas,
And shuddering with anticipation as the Sudarshan Chakra heads towards Shishupal.
I stand atop the proud forts of Sahyadris with Shivaji Maharaj,
And chuckle at the wit of Birbal.
I get electrified with the INA troops as Netaji addresses,
Cheer till I’m hoarse when Tilak speaks.
And gasp when the shy school boy grows up to become Chacha Nehru.
And today, 10 years later, I could have been the same young school boy as I pay my tribute to the man who made growing up in the 90s so much fun! And who made Indian culture and mythology cool, way before MTV or advertising happened.
In fond memory of Uncle Pai (17th September, 1929 – 24th February, 2011).
Creator of Amar Chitra Katha, Tinkle Comics and one of the greatest storytellers of modern India.
For more, do visit my personal blog : http://neilgiri.blogspot.com/
Thursday, February 24, 2011
SUMAN NAGAR ANNUAL FUNCTION
Hi friends ! This is the first time I am writing in the chequebook and I am very excited about it . I want to relate to you my experience in my this year annual function which was in the last month in my colony .
Like every year this year also we had a get-together in our colony. But this time something very excited took place. In the get-together there are many programs like cooking competition ,sports ,fancy dress competition, dances, skits etc . First of all I took part in the cooking competition for the first time . All my competitors were elderly ladies who obviously were better experienced in cooking than me . But I was quite confident about myself . The major ingredient was coconut. I consulted Sangita Maushi (as we all know how good cook she is) for some good recipe. She gave me a recipe of tender coconut pudding . I liked the recipe very much and decided to make it . We had to make the recipe at home and then bring it to society office for display and judgement. I started making the recipe with a little help from my mother . The recipe was ready and I had to keep it in the refrigerator for setting. I was very confident about my recipe and thought that I would win the first prize . But it is said that over confidence is not good and so did it happen .
The time for the competition was nearing. I removed the pudding from the refrigerator. I was shocked to see that the pudding had not set properly. My mother said that maybe we should keep it in the refrigerator for a longer time. All the participants had arrived in the colony office with their dishes. They all were waiting for me to come. All the decoration I had planned for the pudding went in vain. I became anxious and took down the recipe in a hurry. The judgement had already started and the participants were waiting outside for the result. A lot of time passed but the results had not come. My anxiety further increased. At last judges declared the result. I, of course, could not get the prize as the pudding was not set properly. But to my surprise, judges said that the recipe was very nice, but because it had not set properly, I did not get the prize. The real fun was later.
I was not disheartened by the failure and thus decided to make the recipe again at home. That time the pudding was set properly and became very fluffy and tasty. I wished that this should have happened during the competition. Anyway, I understood my mistakes that I had made the first time.
Like every year this year also we had a get-together in our colony. But this time something very excited took place. In the get-together there are many programs like cooking competition ,sports ,fancy dress competition, dances, skits etc . First of all I took part in the cooking competition for the first time . All my competitors were elderly ladies who obviously were better experienced in cooking than me . But I was quite confident about myself . The major ingredient was coconut. I consulted Sangita Maushi (as we all know how good cook she is) for some good recipe. She gave me a recipe of tender coconut pudding . I liked the recipe very much and decided to make it . We had to make the recipe at home and then bring it to society office for display and judgement. I started making the recipe with a little help from my mother . The recipe was ready and I had to keep it in the refrigerator for setting. I was very confident about my recipe and thought that I would win the first prize . But it is said that over confidence is not good and so did it happen .
The time for the competition was nearing. I removed the pudding from the refrigerator. I was shocked to see that the pudding had not set properly. My mother said that maybe we should keep it in the refrigerator for a longer time. All the participants had arrived in the colony office with their dishes. They all were waiting for me to come. All the decoration I had planned for the pudding went in vain. I became anxious and took down the recipe in a hurry. The judgement had already started and the participants were waiting outside for the result. A lot of time passed but the results had not come. My anxiety further increased. At last judges declared the result. I, of course, could not get the prize as the pudding was not set properly. But to my surprise, judges said that the recipe was very nice, but because it had not set properly, I did not get the prize. The real fun was later.
I was not disheartened by the failure and thus decided to make the recipe again at home. That time the pudding was set properly and became very fluffy and tasty. I wished that this should have happened during the competition. Anyway, I understood my mistakes that I had made the first time.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
After getting really agitated by some tough sums in maths,i got up to find some job which i could do to calm my racing mind.Going to the window i found a a flower by name kanchan planted in one of our pots.It also flourished some memories of our trip to modi resort,where we found heaps of kanchan flowers fallen down.So i took my camera and clicked some photos.most of them were blur. BUT THIS ONE WAS LIKE GOLD FOUND IN the ashes.pls comment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY EXPERIENCE OF GOING TO REALITY SHOW
Hi, I am Anagha,
As most of you know, me & some of my mallakhamb friends had been invited to a program named 'Marathi Paul Padhte Pudhe' on Zee marathi. The audition was held at Matunga in some hall. I was really excited. We practiced very hard to get selected. We were going to do 3 pyramids on Pole Mallakhamb.We fell a lot of times during practice , but still we continued. At the audition everything went well & much to my joy we were selected. The actual shooting was going to be held at N.D.Studio in Karjat. I could hardly believe that. I would always see the Jodha Akbar set when we passed the studio while going to Modi resort. I had never imagined that I could ever go in and actually explore what is inside. Now, was my golden chance. We practiced for all our worth. At last we were called for the technical round in the studio. We divided our selves into groups and went in three different cars.
As we entered the studio it was like entering another city. I was dumbstruck by the entire surroundings in the studio. We went to the hall to take some rest. Our turn wasn't supposed to come until evening so we decided to take a short tour in the meantime. It was truly magnificent. Historical buildings stood here & there looking the same as the original ones. We also went inside the 'Red Fort'. I was feeling as if the world had gone several centuries back. There were 2 baby Elephants at the large entrance of the fort. When I entered, I gazed here & there with utmost disbelief. Long silky Red & Pink drapes hung from the ceiling with golden laces to match, touching the ground & making it look royal. We reached a big hall with a throne at the end of it. Beside that, on a cushion, lay a most wonderful crown set with artificial gems, pearls & diamonds. Large portraits in the long, narrow corridors gave it a mysterious look. At last it was time for our performance, so we left for the studio. In a large room they had set a stage & some steps for the audience to sit on. The actual shoot was the next day so the judges had not come. I was starting to get a little bit of stage fright, but it soon vanished as good thoughts came into my mind. We performed very well & the people there were impressed by our performance.
At last it was time for us to leave. I felt sorry to leave but it was the next day only that we were going to come back. I was very tired & sleepy so I longed to get back home. I think it was a fascinating experience & I will never forget it in my life !!!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Saniya meets Saina
I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my sleeve, as I headed out of the door with my friends. We had had an exhausting trainng session and I desperately needed some water for my parched throat. I made straight for the water cooler and placing my racket carefully on its top, I downed an entire glass of water without speaking. Hardly had we begun to feel normal again when we realized that we should be getting back inside. I picked up my racket, and just as I was about to push open the door of the Badminton Hall, I froze. A poster was pasted on the door, saying, "Yonex-Sunrise invites you to Khar Gymkhana to meet Indian Badminton sensation Saina Nehwal. Registeration will be absolutely FREE" Saina will give you her valuable guidance and expert comments on her shots.”
I should mention, at this point, that I am a huge Saina Nehwal fan. I idolise her. I love her. I respect her. I watch every match of hers. It had only been a dream for me so far, meeting Saina Nehwal. Now here was an opportunity to interact with her! I needn’t tell you what was the first thing I said when I got home.
“Hm... Sunday morning?” said mom. I held my breath. “I don’t see why that should be a problem.”
I could only squeal in delight.
It seemed as if Sunday would never arrive, but somehow, it did.
When I woke up on Sunday morning, I could hardly believe it. But even then, I kept telling myself not to get my hopes up. I would only believe it when I actually saw her. Today, exactly a week later, I have no memory of that morning upto sitting in the car. All that I remember is that I was a bundle of nerves. Somehow I remember getting into the car. Dad was going to take me to the venue. We were both quiet on the drive.
It was 9.15 when we reached. I registered at the entrance and, with a deep breath, stepped inside the Badminton Hall there. There was a notice at the enterance saying, “Yonex-Sunrise welcomes all Badminton enthusiasts to Khar Gymkhana for Coaching Clinic by Saina Nehwal.” I still didn’t dare to believe it. I didn’t want I all to slip away ike a bad dream.
I got inside. On one side of the court, chairs were set up for parents to sit and on the other, all us kids had settled down. I was surprised to see the low turnout of people. I quickly hurried to where I could see place and sat down. I hardly knew anyone there, although I had seen most of the kids at badminton tournaments a few times that year. Then, there was a lot of waiting to do.
Almost an hour later, a lady with a mike told our restless crowd, “Children, Saina has arrived! Shall we give her a standing ovation? Please welcome, Saina Nehwal!” I could hardly believe it! As I stood up with everyone else clapping hard, I felt happines blowing up inside me like a huge balloon, as she slowly came into sight. A smiling, happy strong young lady in a ‘India’ jersey with a racket in one hand, which looked like it belonged there. She looked truly delighted to see us all turned up to meet her. She waved and smiled at us all until everyone sat down.
Then, some inportant-looking guy in a Yonex shirt started telling us all abouth the no. of awards and titles won by her. Only half-listening, I was looking hard at her. She herself looked a little uncomfortable by the praise. Her eyes kept wandering to smile and nod at all of us. However, when he was done, Saina acknowledged all the praise gracefully. Then, without much further ado, she stepped onto the court.
Unfortunately, she had injured her ankle, so she told us extremely apologetically that she couldn’t play a rally for us to see. However, she made up for it by telling us about her whole workout and training session. She demonstrated her shots and played a little for us us. She told us all about her practice. After every demo of her session, she would tell us how it was good for the game. She spoke to all of us very casually, as if she cosidered us all her friends. I felt like it was all a dream. She was extremely down-to-earth and extremely simple. She took the entire event extermely seriously, and, not at a single point, did she treat it like a publicity or a showbiz event. I was very imperessed by her personality and genuine friendliness.
After playing, we had a question-answer session. She sat down with her mother to answer all the questions. Again, I got the impression that she was truly serious about the event. She answered all the queries very seriously and repectfully. She did not even move a muscle when a small five-year old asked her something. As the people asked question after question about her diet, stamina, practice and other things, she answered them all. She spent almost two hours with us and everyone got the impression that she had thoroughly enjoyed herself. I didn’t speak once, as I was dumbstruck and I just followed her movements around the court, mesmerised. Then, finally, it was time for her to leave. After she had left, everyone returned to their cars and drove off.
I will always remember this experience, for the rest of my life. This meeting has encouraged me to practice harder and play more seriously and not complain about tough training. After all, Saina Nehwal did not become who she is today without hard work. This was a very memorable event and I waill always remember it, all my life.
I should mention, at this point, that I am a huge Saina Nehwal fan. I idolise her. I love her. I respect her. I watch every match of hers. It had only been a dream for me so far, meeting Saina Nehwal. Now here was an opportunity to interact with her! I needn’t tell you what was the first thing I said when I got home.
“Hm... Sunday morning?” said mom. I held my breath. “I don’t see why that should be a problem.”
I could only squeal in delight.
It seemed as if Sunday would never arrive, but somehow, it did.
When I woke up on Sunday morning, I could hardly believe it. But even then, I kept telling myself not to get my hopes up. I would only believe it when I actually saw her. Today, exactly a week later, I have no memory of that morning upto sitting in the car. All that I remember is that I was a bundle of nerves. Somehow I remember getting into the car. Dad was going to take me to the venue. We were both quiet on the drive.
It was 9.15 when we reached. I registered at the entrance and, with a deep breath, stepped inside the Badminton Hall there. There was a notice at the enterance saying, “Yonex-Sunrise welcomes all Badminton enthusiasts to Khar Gymkhana for Coaching Clinic by Saina Nehwal.” I still didn’t dare to believe it. I didn’t want I all to slip away ike a bad dream.
I got inside. On one side of the court, chairs were set up for parents to sit and on the other, all us kids had settled down. I was surprised to see the low turnout of people. I quickly hurried to where I could see place and sat down. I hardly knew anyone there, although I had seen most of the kids at badminton tournaments a few times that year. Then, there was a lot of waiting to do.
Almost an hour later, a lady with a mike told our restless crowd, “Children, Saina has arrived! Shall we give her a standing ovation? Please welcome, Saina Nehwal!” I could hardly believe it! As I stood up with everyone else clapping hard, I felt happines blowing up inside me like a huge balloon, as she slowly came into sight. A smiling, happy strong young lady in a ‘India’ jersey with a racket in one hand, which looked like it belonged there. She looked truly delighted to see us all turned up to meet her. She waved and smiled at us all until everyone sat down.
Then, some inportant-looking guy in a Yonex shirt started telling us all abouth the no. of awards and titles won by her. Only half-listening, I was looking hard at her. She herself looked a little uncomfortable by the praise. Her eyes kept wandering to smile and nod at all of us. However, when he was done, Saina acknowledged all the praise gracefully. Then, without much further ado, she stepped onto the court.
Unfortunately, she had injured her ankle, so she told us extremely apologetically that she couldn’t play a rally for us to see. However, she made up for it by telling us about her whole workout and training session. She demonstrated her shots and played a little for us us. She told us all about her practice. After every demo of her session, she would tell us how it was good for the game. She spoke to all of us very casually, as if she cosidered us all her friends. I felt like it was all a dream. She was extremely down-to-earth and extremely simple. She took the entire event extermely seriously, and, not at a single point, did she treat it like a publicity or a showbiz event. I was very imperessed by her personality and genuine friendliness.
After playing, we had a question-answer session. She sat down with her mother to answer all the questions. Again, I got the impression that she was truly serious about the event. She answered all the queries very seriously and repectfully. She did not even move a muscle when a small five-year old asked her something. As the people asked question after question about her diet, stamina, practice and other things, she answered them all. She spent almost two hours with us and everyone got the impression that she had thoroughly enjoyed herself. I didn’t speak once, as I was dumbstruck and I just followed her movements around the court, mesmerised. Then, finally, it was time for her to leave. After she had left, everyone returned to their cars and drove off.
I will always remember this experience, for the rest of my life. This meeting has encouraged me to practice harder and play more seriously and not complain about tough training. After all, Saina Nehwal did not become who she is today without hard work. This was a very memorable event and I waill always remember it, all my life.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
SHANO VARUNA
"Shano Varuna"is the motto of our Indian navy.It means let the ocean be auspicios on us.This motto was completely reflected on the family day of navy which we visited.
My brother who is in navy had invited us on his family day on INS GODAVARI.It was a warship.it had missiles,helicopters which are known as seakings on it.they took us for sailing in arabian sea.we went upto 55km away from mumbai coast.the vastness of the ocean enthralled all of us.
There were around 17 navy ships.We saw INS VIRAT,the biggest ship of Indian navy.There were demonstrations done by Indian navy.all the officers were in uniforms which reflected pride,honour,respect,courage and a sense of responsibility.
I fell short of words to express the experience.but it was an experience of a lifetime.............
Interest in Classical things
Hi,
I am sanjaykaka contributing for the first time. Excuse me for grammatical & spelling mistakes.
When I was in a school, i used to listen hindi film music like u all do it. That was in 70s & I was in 8th or 9th std. It was an era of RD Burman, LP etc. Used to listen to Binaca Geet Mala every wednesday which was countdown programme of Hindi film music. Used to think that Classical music is boring. Marathi songs are just not worth listening. My schoolfriends were also of the same opinion.
One fine day, I listen to `Call of the Vally' album by Hariprasad Chourasia on flute, Shivkumar Sharma on Santoor & Brijbhushan Kabra on Guitar. This was semi-classical in nature & duration was around 38 minutes. I was stunned. thrilled. I played this music for 3-4 times at a stretch. Few days after that, I listened to Begum Akhtar's gazals. Again story repeated.
All of a sudden I realised that something great is in store in classical music. Then I started listening to classical music. In college days, alongwith few freinds, I must not have missed single concert. Not that, I have stopped listening to Hindi Film music. But I understood that every genre of music can be enjoyed. One should have open mind & approach. Now I enjoy, all kinds of music provided it is good. I have not yet listened much of western music.
Second story is about Painting. I am very bad artist. Failed in elementary as well as in intermediate exam. Never drawn anything. Was not aware of anything about it. 10 years back, I had gone to US for some exhibition & had time to pass. I ventured to visit Museum of Modern Art, New York. It displayed paintings, sculptures, designs, Architectural designs, photos etc. Even IBM PC, Macintosh were exhibited as a piece of design excellence. As everything in US, it was huge. I visited Painting & sculpture section. Except for few names like Picasso etc. I was totally ignorant about all artists. But when I started watching these paintings, I had a same feeling which happened after listening to Call of the Vally or Begum Akthar. Unfortunately, I never pursued this as a hobby.
Third time, it happened when I saw Birju Maharaj performing kathak on stage.
Now after thinking over it, it occurred to me that in any creative form, anything of highest quality gives u great pleasure but require open mind, patience. But it does not mean that popular things are bad.
Start enjoying all kinds of creative stuff.
regards,
sanjay
ps If u felt that it was boring story, please comment.
I am sanjaykaka contributing for the first time. Excuse me for grammatical & spelling mistakes.
When I was in a school, i used to listen hindi film music like u all do it. That was in 70s & I was in 8th or 9th std. It was an era of RD Burman, LP etc. Used to listen to Binaca Geet Mala every wednesday which was countdown programme of Hindi film music. Used to think that Classical music is boring. Marathi songs are just not worth listening. My schoolfriends were also of the same opinion.
One fine day, I listen to `Call of the Vally' album by Hariprasad Chourasia on flute, Shivkumar Sharma on Santoor & Brijbhushan Kabra on Guitar. This was semi-classical in nature & duration was around 38 minutes. I was stunned. thrilled. I played this music for 3-4 times at a stretch. Few days after that, I listened to Begum Akhtar's gazals. Again story repeated.
All of a sudden I realised that something great is in store in classical music. Then I started listening to classical music. In college days, alongwith few freinds, I must not have missed single concert. Not that, I have stopped listening to Hindi Film music. But I understood that every genre of music can be enjoyed. One should have open mind & approach. Now I enjoy, all kinds of music provided it is good. I have not yet listened much of western music.
Second story is about Painting. I am very bad artist. Failed in elementary as well as in intermediate exam. Never drawn anything. Was not aware of anything about it. 10 years back, I had gone to US for some exhibition & had time to pass. I ventured to visit Museum of Modern Art, New York. It displayed paintings, sculptures, designs, Architectural designs, photos etc. Even IBM PC, Macintosh were exhibited as a piece of design excellence. As everything in US, it was huge. I visited Painting & sculpture section. Except for few names like Picasso etc. I was totally ignorant about all artists. But when I started watching these paintings, I had a same feeling which happened after listening to Call of the Vally or Begum Akthar. Unfortunately, I never pursued this as a hobby.
Third time, it happened when I saw Birju Maharaj performing kathak on stage.
Now after thinking over it, it occurred to me that in any creative form, anything of highest quality gives u great pleasure but require open mind, patience. But it does not mean that popular things are bad.
Start enjoying all kinds of creative stuff.
regards,
sanjay
ps If u felt that it was boring story, please comment.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)