Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Beauty on a Lazy Easter Sunday Afternoon!!!

Its a Beautiful Easter Sunday Afternoon.You are taking a well deserved Nap after a Heavy Luncheon Feast.Suddenly you are awakened from your deep slumber by some persistent harsh Calls comming from your Window. Reluctantly You Get up to check and see this Beauty calling its heart out.You Rush back, grab the Camera and manage to click a Few Shots. .‪#‎AsianParadiseFlycatcher‬ ‪#‎Backyard‬ ‪#‎Nature‬ ‪#‎birding‬ ‪#‎APFfemale‬


Thursday, July 23, 2015

"माई पाया पडतो"

लागून आलेल्या सुट्टीमुळे आम्हा मित्रामध्ये कुठेतरी भटकंती ठरली अन संध्याकाळी हफिसातूनच परस्पर निघायचे असा बेत झाला.आता कॅमेरा,लेन्स व गरजेपुरते एखाद दोन कपडे अश्याने तयार झालेली आमची थोडीशी वजनी सॅक कशाला उगाच हाफिसात मिरवत न्या (तशी बहुतेक दर वीकएंडला डेस्क शेजारी आमची सॅक "नसली" तर काहीं लोक "अरेच्या ह्यावेळी घरीच वाटते !!! अशे शेरे मारणार ही परिस्थिती) म्हणून एका मित्राच्या कुठल्यातरी दूरच्या पण स्टेशन जवळ एका चाळीत घर असलेल्या त्याच्या एका नातेवाईकाकडे सॅक सकाळी टाकून संध्याकाळी पिक-अप करण्याची सोय करून घेतली. सकाळी त्यांच्याकडे बॅग ठेवायला गेलो तर तिथले काका पूजेत मग्न होते. त्यांनी इशार्यानेच " तिथे ठेव … काळजी करून नकोस " असे मंत्र पुटपुटत मला खुणावले. त्यांनी सांगितलेल्या जागेवर मी सॅक टाकली व आपला रीतसर नमस्कार वगैरे करून निघालो.
संध्याकाळी परत सॅक पिक-अप करायला त्यांच्या घरी पोचलो.दार उघडेच होते आणि मला दारात बघून सोफ्यात बसलेल्या आजीबाई लगबगीने पुढे आल्या व आमची जन्मजन्माची ओळख असल्याकत हसून मला म्हणाल्या "ये ये तुझी बॅग न्यायला आलायेस होय … ये बस". मी आजींना म्हणालो आजी उशीर झालाय त्यामुळे बसत नाही.मला मधेच थांबवत आजी म्हणाल्या "अरे पहिल्यांदाच घरी आलायस,सरबत पिऊनच जा.आणि मी करून ठेवलय तुझ्यासाठी. बैस घटकाभर". मी मुकाट्यान सोफ्यात बसतच होतो तो आजीने माझ्या समोर एक थंडगार कोकम सरबताचा प्याला धरलेला मला दिसला.मोठ्या कृतज्ञतेणे मी ते सरबत प्यालो आणि जाण्या करता उभा राहिलो तो आजीने माझ्या हातात दोन रव्याचे लाडू कोंबले "जाता जाता खा हो …ये " काय म्हणावे ह्या माउलीच्या प्रेमाला. मी आजीला नमस्कार केला व सॅक उचलून दरवाज्यातून बाहेर पडता पडता आजीचे शब्द कानावर पडले "सावकाश रे बाळ.पोहोचशील वेळेत,सावकाश जा,ये ये". खोल मनात काही तरी चटकून गेलं. मी वळलो व दारात उभ्या असलेल्या आजीच्या पायाला स्पर्श केला "माई पाया पडतो". आशीर्वाद देत आजी पुटपुटल्या "आयुष्यमान भव,सदा सुखी रहा…" 
बाहेर आलो आणि वर आकाशाकडे नजर गेली "…परमेश्वरा असेच आशीर्वाद असू दे रे बाबा… अजून काय हवय आयुष्यात …

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

सर

माझे गुरुबंधू आदरणीय लॉरेन्स सर यांची फेसबुकवर लिंक मिळाल्यामुळे बर्याच वर्षानंतर आम्हा दोघांची गाठभेट होऊन परुळेकर सरांच्या आठवणींना उजाळा मिळाला .थोड्या दिवसांनंतर त्यांना मी परुळेकर सरांवर एक ६ वर्षापूर्वी लिहिलेल्या माझ्या एका ब्लॉगची लिंक पाठवून दिली.तो ब्लॉग वाचून ते एकदम भारावून गेले आणि लवकरच सरांच्या जन्मचा वर्धापनदिन २० जुलै रोजी येत आहे त्यामुळे तू त्यांच्या बद्दल थोडेफार लिही असे त्यांनी मला सुचविले . त्यांच्या विनंतीला मान देऊन थोडे सरांबद्दल माझे विचार मांडत आहे ….
सरांच्या सानिध्यात साधारण ५ वर्षे मी सतत होतो.म्हणजे इयत्ता ५वी ते १०वी पर्यंत मी दररोज त्यांच्या कडे अभ्यासाकरिता जात असे. आत्ताचा जो "टयूशन" नावाचा प्रकार/बाजार चालला आहे त्यामध्ये आणि सरांच्या शिकवणीमध्ये जमीन अस्मानाचा फरक होता कारण त्यांनी विद्या ह्या देवीला दुकानामध्ये विकावयास ठेविले नव्हते. ते आमरण तिचे भक्तच राहिले. साधी राहणी आणि उच्च विचारसरणी हे स्तोत्र त्यांनी तंतोतंत पाळिले. त्यांच्या कडे शिकायला आलेल्या प्रत्येकाला त्यांनी प्रेमाने,हळुवारपणे घासून पुसून आणि लखलखीतपणे स्वच्छ करून आयुष्याच्या वाटेला लाविले.श्रीमंत-गरीब,उच्च-नीच, धर्म-जाती ह्या सारख्या भिंती त्यांनी फार पूर्वीच तोडून टाकल्या. एवढ्या वर्षांच्या आमच्या सहवासात मी त्यांना एकदाही -पुन्हा बोलतो एकदाही- कोणावर हात उगारताना तर सोडाच पण कोणावर रागवताना,मोठ्याने बोलताना किंवा कोणाला ओरडताना कधीही पहिले नाही. त्यांचा चेहेरा हा सदैव प्रसन्न व हसरा असायचा कारण त्यांचे मनहि तितकेच प्रसन्न आणि हसरं होतं .
सर आम्हा विद्यार्थ्यांना लिहावयास नेहीमी चांगल्या दर्ज्याचे A4 साइजचे कागद देत .माझे बाबा - जे त्यांचेच विद्यार्थी होते - हे मर्चंटनेव्ही मध्ये नोकरी करत आणि जेंव्हा जेंव्हा घरी येत तेंव्हा त्यांची पहिली फेरी हि सरांकडे असे. .एकदा ते असेच घरी आल्यावर सरांना भेटायला गेले आणि तिथे बसलेल्या विद्यार्थांकडे ते कागद पाहून सरांना म्हणाले कि तुमच्या विद्यार्थ्यांसाठी मी एखाद दोन बंडळ पाठवून देतो . थोड्या दिवसांनी बाबांनी मला सरांकडून ह्या कागदाचा एक नमुना मागून आणायला सांगितला. मी त्यावेळी सर जिथे राहत त्या त्यांच्या न्यू इंग्लिश स्कूलच्या आवारात असलेल्या वास्तव्यात त्यांच्या खोलीत गेलो आणि त्यांना एक कागद नमुना म्हणून देण्यास सांगितले .सर मला बसावयास सांगून आत गेले आणि थोड्या वेळाने बाहेर येउन त्यांनी माझ्या हातात एक दहा-पंधरा पानांचा एक गठ्ठा ठेवला आणि म्हणाले हा नेऊन बाबांना दे हो. मी तेव्हा साधारण सहावी किंवा सातवीला असेन त्यामुळे मी त्यांना आपला भाभडा कि काय म्हणतात असा प्रश्न करून म्हटले सर बाबांनी फक्त एकच कागद मागितले आहे हो.सरांनी मला एकदम जवळ ओढले आणि मायाने माझ्या पाठीवरून हाथ फिरवत म्हटले "अरे बाळ कोणी एकच गोष्ट मागितली तरी आपण जास्त द्यावी रे बोनी". अशी विचारसरणी आमच्या परुळेकर सरांची ….
शेवटी शेवटी जेव्हा त्यांची तब्येत थोडी खालावली तेंव्हा त्यांना त्यांच्या एका डॉक्टर विद्यार्थ्याच्या दवाखान्यात ठेवले होते म्हणून मी आणि माझी आई त्यांना भेटायला गेलो.त्यांच्या आणि बाईंबरोबर थोड्या गप्पागोष्टी करून व त्यांच्या तब्येतीची काळजी घायला सांगून आम्ही जायला उठलो तेव्हा सरांनी माझा अभ्यास कसा काय चाललाय म्हणून मला विचारले. माझ्या आईने जेंव्हा त्यांना सांगितले कि, ह्याची सध्या इंजीनीयरिंग ची परीक्षा चालू आहे पण हा तुम्हाला इथे येउन भेटायला उतावळा झाला होता म्हणून आजच आलो ,तेव्हा सर मला म्हणाले "अरे बोनी इतक्या लांब यायची गरज नव्हती रे. मी ठीक आहे रे बाळ .तु काळजी करू नकोस".
सर अंथरुणावर झोपूनच आमच्याशी बोलत होते तरी पण मला त्यांच्या पाया पडावेसे वाटले. मी जरा खाली वाकलो आणि सरांना म्हणालो "सर पाया पडतो" आणि हाथ पुढे करून त्यांच्या पायाला स्पर्श करून परत तोच हाथ माझ्या छातीला लाविला . सर आशीर्वादार्थ हाथ उचलून बोलले " अरे राहूदे राहूदे ….देव तुला सुखी ठेवो "
…. सरांची हीच आयुष्यभर पुरणाऱ्या आशीर्वादाची शिदोरी उराशी बाळगून आता जीवनाचा प्रवास खंबीरपणे करावयाचा आहे …

Thursday, May 8, 2014

पहाटेचे स्वप्न :


पहाटेचे स्वप्न :


बाळ अरे बाळ कधी रे येत आहेस भेटायला ? 



बरेच दिवस झाले की रे भेटून. 

संसाराच्या धावपळीत बुडून गेलास की रे पार.

चल परत एकदा भेटूया.

उघड्या आकाशाखाली,चांदण्या रात्री मनमुराद गप्पा मारुया. 

खूप खूप बोलावयाचे आहे. 

तू येशील,खात्री आहेच मला !!!! 

गूरु रतनगड प्रेमाने साद घालतायेत. 

सकाळची स्वप्ने खरी ठरतात अस म्हणतात …

Friday, October 26, 2012

A GOOD SAMARITAN AND A GREAT INDIAN .....





As the 13:24 Virar slow local arrives at the crowded Goregaon railway station this lazy Saturday afternoon myself along with the other commuters jump in without waiting for it to halt completely and instantly get busy finding seats in the first class compartment. As the train pulls out of the station I hear a deep voice announce in chaste Marathi “Vidya daan sarva sreshtha daan aahe” (Donation towards education is the greatest donation.)" Standing amid the crush of commuters in the humid First-class compartment, a middle-aged man with a rucksack follows up his opening phrase with a one-minute speech on how a small donation from commuters could help rescue the poor from the scourge of illiteracy. He proceeds to deliver the same speech in fluent and precise English and Hindi. To convince the commuters about his honesty and authenticity he carries around and displays the various newspaper cuttings in which he has been featured. He then extends his donation box and starts collecting money from the passengers.
One does not expect a qualified marine engineer and management professor to 'beg' in trains. But Sandeep Desai does just that. In 1997, he set up a trust, Shloka Missionaries, to launch educational reforms, funded by donations and part of his earnings from lecturing stints at S P Jain College of Management in Mumbai and workshops on advertising, management and business communication. After setting up a school for slum children in Goregaon in Mumbai, Desai realised that his mission to set up 100 schools for poor children could not be achieved without stepping on the accelerator. So Desai started visiting the many corporate houses asking for donations. “They refused, saying that they do not have the provision of funds for school donations. That’s when we decided to appeal directly to the common people. Between Rs15 lakh and Rs 20 lakh is required to construct a school in a year,” Desai says.
Every morning, he boards a Churchgate-bound train from Goregaon and does the grueling commute back and forth between the two stations to collect donations for his half-constructed school at Nanar village in Ratnagiri district. "I do this for six hours daily," says the former engineer. On an average, Desai collects around Rs 3,000 every day. "I usually begin after noon and end by 6 pm. Commuters are usually reluctant to open their purse during peak hours," he says. Initially he did feel awkward passing his hat around. "The first day I could not even make a speech till the train reached Andheri. But an inner voice told me that I was not begging for myself but for a greater cause that will change the lives of thousands of poor kids across Maharashtra," he says. Desai accepts donations from 50 paise to Rs 1,000 with equal humility. I notice that he acknowledges each and every donation with a humble bow and thanks the person for his generosity irrespective of the amount. "I go back and do my accounts till the last denomination and deposit the money in the bank account maintained by the trust," he says. His contributors range from youngsters to senior citizens. "Once, two cops who got into the train to catch hold of some card-playing commuters heard my speech and donated some money. This school, when it comes up, will be a living testimony to the generosity of Mumbai commuters," he concludes.
Desai had to bypass ridicule and cynicism before he could finally get urban, hardened citizens to open the doors to their hearts. Depending on the passenger profile, he strikes a conversation in fluent English or Hindi. "When I started, I used to get mostly coins," he says. But he pressed on. His perseverance finally worked—in just one year, he has collected about 22lakhs!!!  (Averaging around5,000 a day)
His selfless endure has caught the attention of the press who has turned him into a hero and an instantly recognisable figure. In the last months Professor Sandeep Desai has been on the front page of a national daily, has been featured in a popular magazine and has received a personal endorsement from actor Salman Khan(via his twitter page). He appreciates the overwhelming appreciation and goodwill that he has encountered from the media, But Professor Desai had a sincere request "Please understand that the mission is more important. Please focus on our mission in your story, not me".
Even after receiving a great deal of media attention, professor Sandeep Desai has not abandoned his mission of commuting on local trains to collect donations from co-passengers for the education of poor and needy children. Desai has received various awards and his act has been widely appreciated in the media. But this hasn’t slowed him down. Instead, he is working even harder on his mission. Whenever he is in Mumbai, he travels in local trains to collect donations.
On noticing me clicking him with my DSLR he approached me and very softly and humbly tells me “sir can you spare some amount as a royalty for my cause”. As I empty out my wallet to him he asks me for which newspaper I work for. When I tell him that I am a Design engineer on my way home from work and not a journalist he very wisely points out to my DSLR and asks me the reason for carrying such a high end camera along with me . When I tell him that it’s a hobby he pats me on my shoulder ,thanks me again for the donation .As I stand up from my seat to tell him that It’s a great honor to meet him he is already moving on. He just waives his hand in a bye and moves along and alights on the next station.     
So the next time while travelling if you happen to meet this great Son of India please help him as per your capacity and pass on this message of how a Selfless soul is trying to educate the less fortunate future of our nation . 
 
More information about Professor Sandeep Desai’s trust can be found here: http://shlokamissionaries.org/index.html
You can message him on his Facebook profile here:

Friday, October 7, 2011

RIP Steve Jobs


Steve Jobs, the brilliant individual who gave the world so much these past few decades, passed away on the 5th of this month.
Plenty of people around the world used to wish they were Steve Jobs, a multi-billionaire who loved his work so much he worked for Apple for free.
Steve Jobs was only 56 when he died on that 5th afternoon. Even with his billions and the power and recognition, 56 years was all he got out of this life.
What was I doing that afternoon when Steve Jobs died? Playing with my 16 days old daughter who lay snuggly and quite innocently in my arms. As I tried my best to keep her from crying and rocked her to sleep something I had read ages ago floated into my mind: "The only thing that matters is the time you spend with your family and with your friends. Everything else is useless."
Would I want to be Steve Jobs? Quite tempting I admit but no thank you. I'm very thankful to be myself and still be here today to be playing with my kid and writing this.
While you're at it read Steve Job's address to the Stanford graduating class of 2005. He has a lot to say about what's really important in life.
The main thing he shared was that every morning he makes sure that he's happy about what he's going to be doing that day. If he's not happy for a few days in a row, he does something to change it. Life's too short to waste it doing something that sucks. That means if you don't like your job, quit. Just walk out right now. You won't spend the effort to do better if you're still spending your time at a job you hate when you should be spending that time looking for something better. And guess what: working for someone else isn't the way.
We will become and can do anything we choose to imagine, but we have to use our imagination and not waste our minds watching TV, YouTube, surfing or working for someone else instead. A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I WILL LIVE FOREVER

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or the love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

If you must bury something, let be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I have asked I will live forever.

--Robert N. Test