'ऊर्जा'

'उर्जेचा तुटवडा असलेल्या राज्यात  

सत्तापक्षाने एक नवा कोरा 'ऊर्जा' प्रकल्प मांडला...

आणि राज्यात एक नवी 'ऊर्जा'  संचारली....

विरोधीपक्षात  कुजबुज सुरु झाली 

"चला बर झाल...

आम्ही तरी किती दिवस जून्या "प्रकाल्पवर" काम करायच?"

आणि दोघे ही आपापल्या 'प्रकाल्पावर' लागले !

चंद्र

  चंद्र

   'ती' आणि  मी.                                                                                

   सागरी किनारा. 

   आकाशात निघालेली चंद्रकोर  

   समुद्रलाही आलालेली भरती...

   मग काय.. मूड रोमांटिक होणारच !

  'ही'ला थोड आणखीच जवळ ओढून, 

  माझ्यातल्या 'कवी'ला थोड जागवून,

  चंद्राच्या सौंदर्यावर कही बोलणार... 

  तोच,

   तोच एका फेरीवाल्या लहान मुलाने जवळ येउन    विचारले...

   " गरम गरम चने घेता का?"

    मीही त्याला मिश्किलपणे विचारले

   "अरे तुला तो चन्द्र पाहून काय वाटत?" 

  "ताटात उष्टी टाकलेली इडली" तो उत्तरला !

बर झाल मार्क्स भेटला!

मार्क्सबाबा बरोबर म्हणतो! 

गरजा या दोनच प्रकारच्या. एक म्हणजे नैसर्गिक आणि खरया गरजा. आणि दुसऱ्या प्रकारच्या  गरजा म्हणजे कृत्रिम. माणसाने मानसांसाठी तयार केलेल्या. आज जाहिरातींचा प्रचंड भरिमाड करुन उत्पादक वर्गाने प्रत्येक माणसाच्या एकंदर गरजा वाढविल्या. थोडक्यात काय तर कृत्रिम गरजाच वाढवल्या. काही ख़ास आवश्यकता नसताना या वस्तुं बद्दल निर्माण झालेलेल्या ओढ़ीने माणूस अधिक अधिक गरीब होत गेला किंवा स्वतःला गरीब मानु लागला!

माझ्याही बाबतीत हेच घडले. एका मैत्रनिच्या रुपात माझ्य आयुष्यात 'ती'ने आधी प्रवेश केला आणि नंतर तीच्या प्रेमळ, समंजस स्वभावाने,  तिची 'कृत्रिम' गरज माझ्या मानत निर्माण केली.

आज ती जवळ पास कुठेच नाही. पण ती कृत्रिम गरज मात्र मला अधिक अधिक त्रास देते. तिच्या गरजेने  मला अधिकच गरीब करुन सोडले!

ह्यात  तीचा तरी कसला दोष? मीच ही कृत्रिम गरज माझ्या वर लादून घेतली. हेच खरे!

बर झाल मार्क्स भेटला! आता बरं वाटतय.

लव लेटर

                            लव लेटर

ती मझ्या वर्गात होती. मला आवडायची. पण हे तीला सांगायची कधी हिम्मतच झाली नाही. 

मी माझ्या भावना माझ्या पर्यंतच ठेवल्या. कुणाला कलू दिल्या नाहीत पण  त्यांना शब्दांत गुंफून कागदावर मात्र मांडून ठेवयाचो. त्यात नाव नसायचे. असायच्या त्या फ़क्त भावना. जणू काही ती माझी प्रेम पत्रेच होती. एखाद्या बोरिंग क्लास मधे तीच्या कड़े चोरून बघत कागदावर शब्द मांडने हां माझा आवडता छंद होता. 

एके दिवशी तीने मला माझे गणिताचे नोटबुक मागितले. मीही अगदी सहज तीला दिले. नन्तर उमजले अरे, त्यात तर मी दूसरीही  बरीच गणिते मांडून ठेवली आहेत. तीच्याच साठी लिहलेली 'प्रेम पत्रेच' त्यात होती. माझी छाती जोरात धड धडायला लागली. दुसरे एक मन संगत होते, जाउदे चांगलेच झाले की. काय तो एकदाचा सोक्ष-मोक्ष तरी लगेल. एक तर हो म्हणेल किवा नाही. नाही म्हटले तर मग? तर मग सारा the End होणार होता. 

मी घरी आलो. कसबस जेवण उरकल. झोपतर  पार उडून गेली होती.आणि  ती रात्रही  फार मोठी वाटत होती.

दुसरया दिवशी सकाळीच धड धड्त्या छातिनेच मी तिला गाठले. तीही बहुतेक मलाच शोधत होती. तीच्या हातात माझ नोटबुक होत. 

ती माझ्या जवळ आली. अगदी माझ्या डोळ्यात बघून म्हणाली,  .

    " तू कविता फार छान लिहातोस रे"  

    "गुड! लिहत जा की"

आणि  'ती' आपल्या निरागस हस्या समेत निघून गेली !

My 'Motor Cycle Diaries' Without Motor Cycle 2

  2. Pratapgarh  

 I took a taxi from Mahabaleshwar for Pratapgarh. Farukh was owner & a driver of taxi."35 minutes is what we need to be there" He told me before getting in. On the way to fort he stopped at various photogenic points saying, "Aap yaha khade raho. Yaha se aapaka mast photo ayega" Most of the times he took camera from me & cliked my photos.

"Bola thana 35 minutes" Yes he was correct.We reached to the parking area. There he introduced me to Santosh-a guide as if my body was given in a custody of him. I started following him. Jusr before main entrance He stopped a near a small cave. He took his postion, cleared his throat and started,


" It was 1671 when Afzal Khan attacked 'Swarajya'............ ..........................and today there is his Kabar" He finished story. Stopped looking at me and said"Lets move" 


His path was fixed. May be that was a 'critical path'. The only path through maximum points on the fort can be covered with least time. Time devoted to each spot was fixed. It was Santosh, who took charge my camera there. He was well trained with handling almost all kind of cameras. I didn't clicked a single photo there. 
    

We came to last point on the fort. There he started started telling me about deteriorating condition of fort. The Fort which once stood against power of might Mughals- now has surrendered it self to ther mercy of its own people. The fort whose stones were once laid the foundation of 'Swaraj' now were lose, dull, spread all over the place. Each stone was still strong enough to stand again. But this time there was no binding material. So each one was facing  same destiny. he told me there was financial aid from Govt, and not even from any political party who rose in the name of 'Maharaj'.


My trip to Prapgarh was over. Now I was travelling back to Hotel. I was just passing by Tomb of Afazal Khan. It was barricaded. I couldn't stop myself from asking about it. I knew some of the stories about it. Few months back there was riot in cities of Maharashtra on that Tomb issue.

I asked Farukh.
"Few months back there was huge demonstration, Morchas, Bandh. Political leaders rushed here leading crowd. For few days there was a curfew like situation here. I have never seen so much force in my life before. This tomb was in light"

He further added, " We are more worried about our bread and butter than anything else. We don't want any kind of bandh here. Not for any means. See its not we but those one who are not depend of income from this place did all that for their own benefit. We have people form different religion in our town. We never had problem against each other. If our town is not calm who will come here? What will we do then? Most of us are depend on income form a tourist like you. We don't want to lose it"   
I was looking out side the window. Taking glimpses of fort. 

Farukh dropped me back to main market. It was around six in the evening. Market was at its peak. Shops were full of peoples. I started walking towards my hotel. I saw Maharaj's statue in a square. I looked at it. It was calm. Just few steps ahead I saw a staute of Dr.Amedkar. From There I could see at both of them. They were looking calm and steady. Before I could to start walking back to hotel, I heard a 'Namaz' from near by Majjid. I again looked back to both statues. 


I saw them smiling........

My Motor Cycle diaries without Motor Cycle. 3

                                     3 Two Worlds

“Where are going to stay tonight?”

“I don’t know. May be here in temple”

“If you wish you can come to my home”

His name was Vindo.  He gave me a lift when I was on my way to Harne. I told him that I am here in Konkan to enjoy its scenic beauty. He was going to Tekadicha Ganpati (one of Famous temple) for delivering some construction material. He asked me join him. Since I had no plans, I joined him. After a few distances, he parked his bike in shed and then we got into a loading rickshaw carrying that construction material. We were sitting backside of rickshaw. It was open and we could enjoy the evening breeze. That road was parallel to sea. That evening I truly enjoyed the sunset sitting in rickshaw. There was no time to stop or else work would get delayed. I clicked many shots capturing the melting sun in Arabian Sea. During the journey, very enthusiastically he was telling me about beauty of Konkan, stories about temple and many such things. I was not a stranger for him anymore. It was dark when we reached temple.

I accepted his invitation. He called up his mother and told her that his friend his coming tonight at home. Around 9 O'clock we reached to his home. It was dark all around. There was no power due to load shedding. I could see a dim light coming from a distant lamp. His mother was waiting for us on a road holding a torch. He home was bit away from a road. We followed his mother who showed us the road in dim torch light. His home, a big hall & small kitchen attached to it. No furniture, no tiles & nothing else.  A big kerosene lamp was enough for a light. I made myself comfortable on a mat. I was given a warm water to wash my hands. I was feeling fresh now. Soon dinner was served. Plates were new and seem not being used before and were taken out especially for me. So I was a guest there. After a dinner we talked for a while. He lost his father in his childhood only. He was forced to quit school after 10^th. He did a vocational course in ITI and now was working as welder in a workshop in Dapoli. His elder brother was working in a in Mumbai. He stayed back home to take care of his mother and never wanted to go to Mumbai instead he was trying to open his own welding shop.

I was travelling with empty cup. No preconception about anything. So it was very easy for me to approach anybody. It was easy for me get mix up with them. A straight is the shortest distance between two points, I realised it there only. It was around 11O’clock when that big kerosene lamp was turned off. A small torch was given to me in case I need it in night. I laid myself on mat.

Where am I? I was asking to me.  Which world is this? Back in  Mahabaleshwar, there I was no room for a person travelling alone. They were much afraid about the intension of a person travelling alone. What I was telling them about myself, according to them was not truth. They were not ready to accept the truth. I produced my photo id, mobile number and even a land line number then only I got a room to stay. But here in Konkan, things were totally different. What I told them was my identity. They didn’t ask me for any kind of id.  They welcomed me with open heart. I was feeling much secure and warm there at his home.

That night I felt the difference between two worlds. These two worlds were totally different from each other. One from where I came from was rational.  Always try to find out relation between their act and their goals in life. The act without reason has no meaning.  Then there is another world based on irrational thinking. Not every action has a meaning.  Success, happiness is subjective and not bound to particular set of things.

What could be the reason for such difference in these worlds? I was too tired to think about the answer. But one thing for sure I was a lucky one!

  

My 'Motor Cycle Diaries' Without Motor Cycle 1

     1. In Search of Nothing
        

           One fine morning I packed my bag with couple of T-shirts,jeans, a novel and of-course my camera and left the Pune. I left for a journey. A journey with no destination but a road. There was nothing to achieve. Miles away from boundaries of time and place. Absolutely nothing. But while doing so there was a theme at back of my mind. I decided to walk along the road. Tired of walking? Stop. Take a rest. Turn up some pages of novel, click something around. And too much bored of walking alone? Ask for a lift. That’s it! 
    
             Talking about purpose, it’s just a way to take a break from 'life'. A 'life' which is defined by society, decorated with well established goals and even path to achieve them. Before I could understand the meaning of meaning of success, they gave me a prescription of successful life. So I never found it difficult to walk in ‘life’. There was no question of making decisions thus no question of failure. Life was so easy. But I thought it was a time to give it a break.     
          My friend dropped me at bus terminal in Pune.

“I don’t understand why the hell you want to do such things? And where are going by the way?”

“It’s a kind of break for me.” I replied. “Even I don’t know where I am going.”

“Go to hell. Just give me call whenever you get there.”

“Sure. Hope I will get network there in hell.”

He felt. Now I was standing on platform waiting for a bus. I decided to get in first bus whichever comes there and start my journey form there onwards. Bus for ‘Mahabaleshwar’ arrived within few minutes. I got in to it. Now it was clear. Next few days I was going to spend in Western Ghats starting form Konkan.

       

With the start of bus, I left my 'life' behind in Pune itself. For the first time I was traveling for myself. Doing exactly what I always wanted to do.  An action for no result, not in search of any answers…….JUST NOTHING….!!

THE "Q" THEORY

      Queue, its very hard to trace back exactly when and how the first ever 'Queue' in the history of mankind was formed. But one can say that its one of the symbol of 'Civilization' for sure. Justice, Equality, Fraternity are foundation blocks of our our Constitution. And all these characters are represented by 'Queue'. Various characters of the Q defines the extent of Civilization of a Society.
      The Q is a sample space of a society's culture, values, composition, socio-economic status of an individuals. There is famous dialog by Amithabh Bachhan in 'Kaliya' "  हम जहा खड़े होते है लाइन वहा से शुरू होती है "     Now this reflect the status attached with Q.
      There are some characters of Q from one can understand the Socio-economic condition of that particular society. For example, length of Q at multiplex is directly proportional to the Economic development of Society. Whereas a length of a Q at PDS (Public Distribution System) Shops it is directly proportional to unhealthy the economic condition of society.  

    Respect to Q  by individuals shows their faith and confidence in the corresponding system. On the other hand if people are not confident about the system they will try to break it. In day-today conversations we use " अब आयाना लाइन पे " which relates to following laws only. Restless persons in Q shows that they are loosing faith in the system but still have hope for the improvement. Now if their needs are not taken care by the System in time, they will manipulate rules and develop their own system to fulfill their needs. In todays scenario lobbying is such example. One can relate this to the emergence of Mafia Raj too.

    If the persons starts getting services without standing in a Q, it frustrate others. If the frustration is ingnored for long time there is a strong possibility the system will collapse. This will lead to chaos & Anarchy in a society or state.

   In the context of our society, most of the people are still standing out side the PDS shope and the frustrating part is they are not being served by State, now this may leads to anarchy in society. Most of the economically well citizen don't care about lines. For them it is insult to their status and hence always use their 'Contacts' for breaking lines. Use of contacts is safe & invisible method without frustrating others. Today Irrespective of social economic status everyone is trying to break the line. In other words breaking line is a 'Status Symbol'. As long as this mindset is therein society no law can prevent from the failure of a constitutional sate. 

For healthy society Qs must be studied & must be taken seriously !! 

Cost of raising Voice

In British India those who raised their voice against government were hanged to death or imprisoned for the life. Today the situation is even worst. Those who have raised their voice has to pay it not by imprisonment but by life. RTI activist such as Amit Jethwa, Datta Patil, Satish Shetty and many other had the same faith. The horrifying crime of 25 January proved  that even the men who are in the system, high officials are not spare for the 'crime'.

In our country for ever activity we have well established system, rule & procedure. But unholy nexuses between Politicians, Business communities & Bureaucrats has given us alternative solution for getting work done is 'Mafia'. Every other sector is occupied by them. If one can not get the thing done by legal procedure, he can easily approach this community and can get success in first attempt for sure.And the best part is there is no court of law where you can appeal against their miss doings. So far so good. Everything was going smooth. Every one was happy. But now this Mafia has turned to 
well known  mythological  asur Bhasmasur for those who created it.


With the life of an Additional Collector our Babus & politicians have pulled up their socks to fight this Asur.  Its very sad the life of many RTI  activists couldnt wake up the government till now. But now one  can hope for the result oriented action & permanent solutions to fix this Asur.  


When we all are blaming government for its maladministration, where do we stand? Whenever we break any law, we boast about it to friends and in society. We just don't want to follow any law. Not even a queue. We feel proud whenever break queue and look down to those people who are standing in queue waiting for their turn. What is this all indicate to? In simple words this is the start of maladministration.
And today our behavior has taken this ugly face.


Its time to change ourselves and not just government alone !!

A letter to BJP

Dear Sir,

In middle of 18th century Marathas started form Pune conquered entire north India and put their flag on Attock. As history says that Marathas intenstion was not to rule and set any kind of administration, but only to conquer it . It was symbol of their strength. They had to show it. A symbol to claim right on foreign territory.

The  'Ekata Yatra' which has been started by BJP is taking us back to same Medieval period. Generating a sense that BJP is conquering some foreign land and attaching claiming India's right on it. But Jammu & Kashmir is an integral part of our India. We don't have to claim it. By taking  such 'Yatra' I think we are accepting that J&K is not a part of India and hence need to be claimed or conquered. Sir, we are not opposing flag hoisting but the way it is being carried out. We would be very happy to see that BJP is building a confidence in J&K people along with its restless youth and they all are hoisting a flag in Lal Chauk with proud.

For Kashmir Valley last summer was a terrible one. Its well know that incumbent government at center did not react   well in time to content anger of youth there. As one of the national party we did not come across any kind of pro-active step from BJP to understand, to reach and to support the people out there. BJP ought to undertake steps to build up confidence, trust in the mind and heart of people of J&K.

On the other hand we are facing darkest time in democratic independent India. Scams, food price inflation, anarchy in high offices every thing is at its peek. At this hour, we need a strong opposition so that a common man can have a reason to keep faith in democracy. Yes incumbent government has failed on all these account. But what about opposition parties?  We need a constructive opposition. An opposition not for the sake of opposing but with alternate, possible solutions too. The sand taken by BJP on Nuclear Liability Bill showed a constructive opposition.

 We have many expectations from Party. And hope BJP we fulfill all those. 

Regards 

Prakash