Somewhere in between lost and found...

Cold winter mornings with brewing hot tea… Waves rushing back n forth from the deep blue sea! All little stuff and the happiness it brings, These are a few of my favorite things! Drizzle, snow and pour, all forms of rain… Window seats and hooting of the train! A flock of parrots, flying across fluttering their wings, These are a few of my favorite things! Intersecting lanes finally meeting empty streets… Chocolates, cakes, pastries and all tasty sweets! Melodies and tunes, and people who sing, These are a few of my favorite things! Early morning and five extra minutes of sleep... Stories and poems, all crazy, fun and deep! Simple and casual, but that has its own little bling, These are a few of my favorite things!

वर्गात बसल्या - बसल्या सहज सुचली एक कविता … मि म्हणाले स्वतःला , लिहूनच टाकूया आता ! Madam ओरडल्या तेवढ्यात , माझे लक्ष नव्हते ना त्यांचाकडे … मी तरी काय करणार … कळत नव्हते फळ्यावरील शब्द वेडेवाकडे ! कोणास ठाउक का ? त्या दिवशी रमतच नव्हते मन alpha beta त …. ते वावरत होते दूर कुठल्यातरी वळणा - वळणाच्या घाटात ! सपाट , गुळ्गुळीत , मोकळया रस्त्यावर … मन जात होते दूर दूर .. मस्त , मोकळ्या , गार   हिरवळीचा अन माझा जुळू लागला सूर ! धुंद , मुक्त , छान   हवेत जवळपास हरवलेच होते माझे मन … तेवढ्यात madam नी मला विचारले ," पेंडसे ,what is linear expansion ?" खटकन शुद्धीवर आले ... प्रश्न घुसवत होते डोक्यात … पण कसं काय येणार उत्तर ? मन तर अजूनही   होता त्या आनंदी मुक्त जगात !

      आपल्या   अवती - भोवती   खूप   छान   छान   माणसं असतात … आपणही जसे मोठे होत जातो असच शहाण्यासारखं वागायला शिकतो . वेळेवर कामं करणं , इतरांना मदत करणं , सगळं नीट - नेटकं ठेवणं etc. असं वागत असताना results ही छानच मिळत असतात .        पण एक दिवस अचानक काहीतरी घडावं , अतिशय शुल्लक असतं ते ही … आणि आपल्यातला  ' तो ' राक्षस   जागा होतो .   इतके दिवस perfect   गोष्टी   करून कांटाळलेल्या मनाला आता हा भटकायला शिकवतो . खूप दिवस मनात धरून ठेवलेल्या रागाला आता वाट   मिळू लागते . तो असतो ना … तोच हे सगळं करत असतो . भांडणं , इर्शा , मत्सर , हेवा … सगळंच मग   डोक्यात घर करू पाहत . काल परवा पर्यंत इतकी छान असणारी हि व्यक्ती मग एकदम villan च बनून जाते आणि   अशा प्रकारे सगळा scene च बदलतो . पण मुळात तो राक्षस वाईट असतो का ?              ' तो ' आणि ' मी ' खरं तर s...

An unfinished song has a rhythm of its own. A pitch no one can hear and an uneven tone. Just the poet is aware of the soul of the song. He keeps writing and it just gets along. An unfinished song has dreams in its eyes. It’s all about the things that are true and wise. This song is about the times…now and then. And you never know, what can happen, where and when! An unfinished song is about good old days. It is about those silly and mischievous ways. It begins with, “The time when I was a little kid…” And never will it really end, remembering all the things he did. An unfinished song has a writer’s, broken heart. It says how the writer is stupid as well as smart. We hope that this unfinished song remains unfinished forever. But somethings are to end, though bitter are better!

Write…for that every happy moment. Write…trust me…you don’t need anybody’s consent. Write…to settle that rage within you. Write…for everything that is old and new. Write…when you’re in love or when you’re sad. Write…it may not make sense…could be something completely mad. Write…for all those smiles, laughter and tears. Write…to let go off your fears. Write…for the sake of calm sunrise and gloomy sunset. Write…about every happy person you have met. Write…about every dream, hope and goal. Write…it will definitely soothe your soul. Write…about all those crazy stupid things. Write…it will make you feel like you fly without any wings. Write…for that person who once told you “it’s so nice to write.” Write…because no matter what, it completely feels right. Write…even if nobody has a clue. Write...because that’s the thing only for YOU.

For the first time when I decided to write, it felt like I owed it to her. My grandmother, yes like every other grandma out there, she was special, in her own little way. A simple definition of hers would be pastel shade nine-yard saree and surprisingly modern thoughts. Yes, seeing her I understood what ‘being ahead of your time’ meant.  It feels like yesterday, I and Aaji were sitting in the balcony and discussing how it would be once I moved to Pune. I knew she was upset but with a pretty smile on her face, all she said was, ”Pune is going to be your new home. You will now learn the value of being on your own. I know you are a good girl, but this experience will make you an even better person.” With always such positive words, I have hardly heard her saying no, never or anything of this sort. It was like the word impossible did not exist for her.  Being two generations apart, never really bothered us. We could talk about anything and everything. I remember telling her e...