tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86184159926863391982024-03-13T09:04:58.090-07:00Kasturi's BlogKasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-86784309836387612032021-04-19T09:22:00.013-07:002021-04-21T05:51:13.557-07:00तीर्थरूप आजोबा<p>ह्या गुरुवारी आजोबा गेले . पण काही लोकं असतात ना, जाऊन ही जात नाहीत. ते जीवंत असतात ते, आपल्या विश्वास प्रणलीत, आपल्या सिद्धान्तात, आपल्या विचर सारणीत आणि आपल्या कृतित. आमचे बेळगावचे गांधी अजोबा त्यातीलच एक. साधारण अशी व्यक्ति न्हवतीच ती. ते देश प्रेम, तो त्याग, ती शिस्त, ते विस्तीर्ण विचार, तो साधेपणा, ती प्रगल्भता - आज एका व्यक्तीत सापडणं फार दुर्मिळ आहे , जे आजोंबानी त्यांच्या जीवनामधून दर्शवून दिले.</p><p>माझं सुदैव की मी त्यांची नातसून आणी दुर्दैव की आमचा फक्त 8 वर्षाचा सहवास, तो पण जास्त virtual . पण काही नाती आशी असतात ना, की त्यांच्या परिपक्वतेसाठी काळाची गरज लागत नाही..तसंच काहीतरी आमचं नातं होतं . बहुदा आजोबांच्या संपर्कात येणाऱ्या सगळ्यांना तसेच वाटत असावे. आजोबा होतेच तेवढे मनमिळाऊ आणि सुलभ. </p><p>ह्या लेखात मी आजोबांच्या सामाजिक कार्या बद्द्ल , किंवा त्यांच्या भूदान चळवळीतील योगदानाबद्द्ल , किंवा त्यांच्या स्वातंत्र्य लढ्यातील योगदानाबद्दल , किंवा त्यांच्या आमदारकी बद्दल काही लिहनार नाही ते भरपुर मीडिया ने कव्हर केले <a href="https://www.deccanherald.com/spectrum/spectrum-top-stories/remembering-belagavi-s-gandhi-baba-975249.html" target="_blank">here</a> <a href="https://www.thehindu.com/news/national/karnataka/freedom-fighter-and-gandhian-passes-away-in-belagavi/article34323207.ece" target="_blank">here</a>. मी ह्या लेखात त्यांच्या सोबत च्या ८ दिवसाच्या आठवणी आणि गमती जमती सांगणार आहे. </p><p><b>चालो पवनार ! </b></p><p> आजोबा, विनोबा भावेजींचे अनुयायी असल्यामुळे, त्यांचं वर्ध्याचं पवनार आश्रम हे माहेर घर. वर्षातून ३-४ वेळा आजोबा आश्रमामध्ये राहायला जायचे. तर असेच एके वर्षी , ९३ वर्षांच्या आजोबांबरोबर पवनार ला जायचं माझं ठरलं . फक्त मी आणि अजोबा :) 93 वर्ष ऐकुन चकित होऊ नाका ... काठी वाले, खोकणारे, विसरभोळे , बोबडे अजोबा नहव्ते ते ... ताठ , खंबीर, हसतमुख, निरोगी, स्पष्ट बोलणारे , सुपर हिट आणि फिट अजोबा होते हे. तर खुप वयस्कर माणसा बरोबर प्रवसाची मी जोखीम घेतीये असं वाटत न्हवतं माला. उलट मी खुप जास्ती excited होते.. एखद्या नियोजित सुट्टीतील पेक्षा जस्ती ..कारण माला खत्री होती की हा आगळा वेगाला ज्ञानवर्धक अनुभव असणार आहे . आणि मी चुकीची नहव्ते. खास 8 दिवसांची सुट्टी कढली आणि एका सात्विक ,आध्यात्मिक प्रवासासाठी झाले तयार.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNKC6t-VJos/YH0u6QAgJnI/AAAAAAAAHTk/MZtjMVNoySkwTZAATtj72Szf4mekZJUcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1251/Wardha_Paunar-Ashram_Pathway-on-river-Dham-leading-to-Paunar-Ashram_JBF.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1251" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNKC6t-VJos/YH0u6QAgJnI/AAAAAAAAHTk/MZtjMVNoySkwTZAATtj72Szf4mekZJUcgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h358/Wardha_Paunar-Ashram_Pathway-on-river-Dham-leading-to-Paunar-Ashram_JBF.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><b>गंतव्य गोंदिया एक्सप्रेस !</b></p><p> गोंदिया एक्सप्रेस मध्ये आमची भेट होणार होती . ते कोल्हापूरहुन निघालेले आणि मी त्यांना पुण्यात भेटणार होते. भेट झाल्या झाल्या ... आजोबानी मला बोगीतील सगळ्या प्रवाश्यांसमोर २०,००० रुपये ठेवायला दिले . मी थोडी थाबकलेली पाहून मला म्हणाले अगं घाबरू नकोस ही सगळी आपलीच लोकं अहेत, <b>वसुधैव कुटुम्बकम</b> आणि वरून त्या सर्वांना हसतमुखाने त्यांनी विचारले काय बरोबर ना ? बोगित बसलेल्या 7-8 जणांनी माना डोलवल्या. प्रवास संपेपर्यंत ती लोकं खरंच आमची झालेली ... कशे ते पुढे बघा आणि आम्ही २०,००० रुपये कशे खर्च केले ते पण सांगणार आहे :)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjbRSI9ScM4/YH0ycHsPEqI/AAAAAAAAHTs/MSzupKK8hRM0DEEICxNSop4hJHZ2sDNKACLcBGAsYHQ/s440/440px-11040_Maharashtra_Express.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="440" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjbRSI9ScM4/YH0ycHsPEqI/AAAAAAAAHTs/MSzupKK8hRM0DEEICxNSop4hJHZ2sDNKACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/440px-11040_Maharashtra_Express.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div><div><b>चरखा प्रकरण </b></div><div><br /></div><div> दुपारच्या बारोबर 4 च्या काट्याला आजोबांनी आपल्या एका जुन्या लाल पिश्वीतुन पेटी चरखा कढला आणि सुत कातायला सुरवत केली. त्याच्या जोडीला त्यांच्या खणखणीत आवाजात भजने म्हणायला सुरवात केली. सगळे लोकं एकदम अचंबित. एका ७-८ वर्षाच्या मुलाला त्यांनी हाथ केला, जवळ घेतलं आणि त्याला शिकवायला लागले. अजून 2-3 लोकं शिकयाला उत्सुक होते.. आजोबांनी थोडक्यात सुत कातायचा एक क्रॅश कोर्सच घेतला म्हणायला हरकत नाही . त्या दरम्यान तिकीट चेकर येऊन गेला सूत कातणाऱ्या आजोबांची वार्ता त्याने दुसऱ्या बोग्यांमध्ये पसरवली .. तर भरपूर जाणं आजोबाना बघायला आले . भरपूर जणांनी फोटोस काढले आणि आजोबा जणू प्रसिद्ध सेलिब्रिटी झाले आणि आजोबाना काय , Crowd हॅन्डल करणे नवीन न्हवते ..मग विनोबाजीं चे आणि गांधीजींच्या कथा रंगल्या</div><div>आजोबां बद्द्ल एक गोष्ट म्हणजे .. त्यांनी कधीच रेडीमेड कपडे घातले नाहीत .. स्वतः कातलेले सूत खादी भांडार मध्ये देऊन त्याचं जे कपड मिळायचं त्या कापड्ययाचाच कुरता किंवा बंडी ते शिवून घालत.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q28NzxsKAac/YH1GHKHy3eI/AAAAAAAAHT0/E9Ir7d4WbHIl0YL7NfWm9wY13HBbdDi3wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/file7fdmnohx69cet9hm2j5.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q28NzxsKAac/YH1GHKHy3eI/AAAAAAAAHT0/E9Ir7d4WbHIl0YL7NfWm9wY13HBbdDi3wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/file7fdmnohx69cet9hm2j5.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><b>मुद्रा प्रकरण </b></div><div><br /></div><div> चरख्यामुळे बोगीतली लोकं जाम प्रभावित होते . तो पर्यंत त्यांची गीताई वाचनाची आणि मुद्रा ची वेळ झाली . त्यांनी बोगीतल्या सर्व जणांना गीताई चे काही अध्याय वाचून दाखवले. सगळ्यांनी शिस्तीत ऐकली आणि शेवटी आजोबानी सर्वांना हात जोडायला लावून अप्रतिम <b>ईशावास्य</b> ची प्रार्थना म्हणायला लावली. आणि लोकांनी चूप चाप डोळे बंद करून त्यांच्या मागो मग प्रार्थना म्हंटली ही . काय जादू होती त्यांच्यात कोण जाणे. इथं आपली पोरं कधी आपलं ऐकत नाहीत :) एकाने तर ती प्रार्थना लिहून घेतली . मग आजोबानी नेहमी प्रमाणे त्यांच्या सवयी नुसार ६-७ मुद्रा केल्या . काही जणांनी विचारल्यावर आजोबानी त्यांना मुद्रा चे महत्व आणि कुठल्या मुद्रेचे काय फायदे ते पण सांगितले . मग १०० टाळ्या वाजवून त्यांचा क्रियाकलाप संपविला.</div><div>ऊन , पाऊस , आनंद , दुःख , कुठे हि असो आजोबानी आपला नित्यक्रम कधीच चुकविला नाही अगदी शेवट शेवट पर्यंत. माझा शेवटचा विडिओ कॉल झाला , ते जायच्या एक दिवस आधी, तेव्हा पण आजोबानी मला टाळ्या आणि मुद्रा करून दाखविली. ग्रेटच. काय सुंदर आठवण आजोबांची !! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtjVLq-4T78/YH1gMFjhsEI/AAAAAAAAHUE/Hc99nzhFozoPX1D9rwga0iHBvBIg4X5TACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/1c4008a5824bbcd6ab337914f2da8f4f.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="1200" height="334" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtjVLq-4T78/YH1gMFjhsEI/AAAAAAAAHUE/Hc99nzhFozoPX1D9rwga0iHBvBIg4X5TACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h334/1c4008a5824bbcd6ab337914f2da8f4f.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>आजोबांचं जेवण </b></div><div><br /></div><div> बरोबर ७ वाजता ते जेवायचे . जेवायची वेळ झाली, मी प्रवासात काहीतरी छान म्हणून पुऱ्या आणि तळलेले आणलेलं. ते त्यांनी खाल्लं नाही त्यांनी आपले गायीच्या साजूक तुपातील मेथीचे 3 मोठठे पराठे आणि तीळ शेंगदाण्याची चटणी खल्ली.आजोबांच्या आहारावर आणि त्यांनी केलेल्या प्रयोगांवर ... आणखी एक मोठ्ठा लेख होऊ शकतो. त्यांनी आयुष्यभर अपल्या शेतात जे उगवेल तेच खाल्लं आणि त्यावरून जवळ जवळ ६० वर्ष पासून तिखट खाल्लं नाही, मसाले नाहीत, अल्प मीठ आणि तेल नाही सगळं देशी गाईच्या तुपात बनलेल्या सेंद्रिय भाज्या. भरपूर दूध , फळे, ड्राय फ्रुटस आणि बाहेरचं काहीच नाही. बहुदा आजोबांचा आहार दिवेकर, दीक्षितांना पेक्षा सात्विक आणि परिपूर्ण होता :) </div><div><br /></div><div><div>जेवणानंतर त्यांनी झोपताना विष्णू सहस्त्रनामं वाचले , प्रार्थना केली, ध्यान केलं , आणि बारोबार ८. ३० च्या सुमारास शांत झोपले</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>दुसऱ्या दिवशी ट्रेन मध्ये बारोबार पहाटे ४ वाजता उठले . गीताई, ध्यान, मुद्रा, व्यायाम केला</div><div>ड्रायफ्रूट्स, दुध , केळी खल्ली आणि खायला देली.</div><div>सकाळी पण सुत कातलं ... गांधी विनोबाजींची गाणी म्हंटली. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>मनमिळाऊ आजोबा </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>सकाळी बोगीत अजुन नवीन चेहरे होते . नेहमी प्रमाणे आजोबांना ओळख करुण घ्यायला काही वेळ लागला नाही. त्यात एक शेतकरी होता आजोबांनी त्याला बरीच देशी बियाणांबद्दल महिती दिली . भूदान चळवळी दरम्यान अख्खा भरत फिरल्या मुळे त्यांना ओरिसा च्या कुठल्या गावत कुठल्या प्रकारची केळी उगावत हे ही महित होते .</div><div>एक तरूण जळगांव ची मुलगी होती, तीला आणि तिच्या होणाऱ्या नवऱ्याला पवनार आश्रम बद्दल सांगितले . ते दोघं इतके प्रभावित झालेले कि थोड्या दिवसांनी त्या मुलीने फेसबुक वर मला कनेक्ट केला आणि आश्रमाच्या त्यांच्या भेटीचे अनुभव सांगितले. </div><div>त्या नांतर त्यानी एक पी. डब्ल्यू. डी. च्या माणसाशी दोस्ती केली त्याचं काम समजून घेतलं आणि त्याला जमीनीत पाणी कसं शोधायचं हे ही सांगितलं. मग त्याच्याकडचा लॅपटॉप पाहून त्यात क्रिकेट चा सामना लावायला सांगितला आणि त्या नंतर त्यांनी जवळ जवळ 1952 चा छत्रपती शिवाजी हा you tube वर पिक्चर ही पाहिला. </div><div>सांगण्याचा भवार्थ हा की आजोबा खूप सहज होते , निरागस होते आणि सुलभ होते . ते जात पात, धर्म, लिंग या क्षुद्र विचारांमध्ये बांधील नव्हते .. ते प्रत्येकाला माणूस म्हणून वागवायचे, त्या मुळे त्यांच्यासाठी एखादा आमदार ही तसाच होता आणि एखादी आदिवासी स्त्री ही ताशीच होती.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>गंतव्य पावणार आश्रम </b></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> पोहोचल्यावर काय तो आनंद झाला त्यांना. त्यांचा आवाज अजुनच खुलला आणि स्मित अजूनच रुंद झाले. गौतम भाई, उषा दीदी, गीता दीदी, गंगा मा, रमू दीदी ..सगळ्यांना भेटून जणू त्यांचा अनंद गगनात मावेनासा झालेला. आजोबांनी अशा प्रकारे मला सगळी ओळख करून दिली कि असं वाटलंच नाही कि मी तेथे पहिल्यांदा जातीये आणि ह्या सगळ्या लोकांना पहिल्यांदा भेटतीये . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">आजोबानी पहिली गोष्ट केली म्हणजे विनोबाजींच्या समाधी खोलीत गेले आणि तब्बल २ तासांनीच परतले . ध्यान करायला गेलेलो म्हणाले. काय संभषण झालं असावं कोण जाणे पण आजोबांच्या चेहऱ्यावर वेगळेच तेज दिसत होते. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">नंतरचे आठ दिवस माझ्यासाठी प्रचंड अन्वेषिक , ज्ञानवर्धक , मजेशीर आणि शिस्तबद्द गेले. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">आश्रमाचे आणि आजोबांचे वेळापत्रक सांगते ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">पहाटे 4 ला उठणे </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">पहाटे ४-५ : स्वतः साठी वेळ <span style="color: #666666;">(आमचे ९३ वर्षाशे आजोबा पहाटे पहाटे एकटे धाम नदी वर फिराला जायचे ह्या वेळेत)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">पहाटे ५-६ : एकत्र जमून .. ध्यान, मुद्रा, प्रार्थना <span style="color: #666666;"> (आजोबा हजर )</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">सकाळी ६-७: स्वयंपाकघर सेवा <span style="color: #666666;">(नाश्त्याची तयारी - आम्ही ५०-६० जण काही ना काही तरी काम करायचो , आजोबा भरपूर मदत करायचे ..गाणी म्हणत काम कधी व्हायचा कळायचं नाही )</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">सकाळी ७-८ : नश्ता <span style="color: #666666;">(एकदम सात्विक , नो मीठ , नो मसाले , नो जास्ती तेल पण तरीही ते पधार्थ रुचकर लागायचे ..आजोबांसाठी खास वेगळा दूध आणि दही असायचं )</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">सकाळी ८-९ : आश्रम सफाई सेवा <span style="color: #666666;">(आजोबा झाडू घेऊन पुढे)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">सकाळी ९- ११ : श्रम दान <span style="color: #666666;">(शेती काम ..मी विसरूच शकणार नाही कि ९३ वर्षाच्या आजोबानी "हम भारत के नौजवान " असे गाणी म्हणत म्हणत कसं कुदळ आणि फावडे चालवलेले ..काय तो उत्साह .)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">दुपारी 11 - 12: जेवण <span style="color: #666666;">(जे आश्रमात उगवेल तेच खायचं , मी किती वेग वेगळ्या गोष्टी खाल्ल्या : कलिंगडाच्या सालींची भाजी, कडू लिंबाच्या फुलांची भाजी ..आणि ते फुलं वाचण्यात आणि निवडण्यात भारीच मजा येते ) </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">दुपारी 12 - 4: स्वतः साठी वेळ <span style="color: #666666;">(अभ्यास, छंद , अन्वेषण , वाचन , भ्रमंती )</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">दुपारी ४ वाजता : विष्णु सहस्त्रनाम</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">७- ७.३० : राम रक्षा स्तोत्र वाचन <span style="color: #666666;">(तेव्हा राम नवमी होती म्हणून एक आठवडा राम रक्षा वाचन होते . आम्ही राम नवमी ला मंदिर सजवले .आजोबांनी जवळ जवळ ४-५ तास मंदिरातली पितळेची भांडी एकनिष्ठेने साफ केली )</span></div></div><div>संध्याकळी 7: जेवण </div><div>संध्याकाळी 7- 8: स्वतः साठी वेळ <span style="color: #666666;">(आजोबांच्या टाळ्यांची आणि मुद्रा करण्याची वेळ)</span></div><div>8 वाजता: झोपणे </div><div><br /></div><div><div>आश्रमा बद्दल आणि तेथील दीदी आणि गौतम भाई आणि तेथील ज्ञानवर्धक वातावरण बद्दल लिहू तेवढं कमी आहे . बघण्यासारखं किंबहुना अनुभवण्यासारखं ठीकाण अहे. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X54-7ePOLKI/YH2hdJsyHII/AAAAAAAAHUg/h1S3OmbrLSA_ohysLxgZ1Aoal2r9jAm4QCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1186" height="378" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X54-7ePOLKI/YH2hdJsyHII/AAAAAAAAHUg/h1S3OmbrLSA_ohysLxgZ1Aoal2r9jAm4QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h378/image.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>आजोबांबरोबर शॉपिंग व भटकंती </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>दुपारच्या स्वतः साठीच्या वेळा मध्ये अजोबा मला एक दिवशी सेवाग्राम ला घेऊन गेले</div><div>एक दिवस आजोबा गीताई मंदिर ला घेऊन गेले ..बजाज म्युसियम ला घेऊन गेले .. ना उन्हाची चिंता ना तहानेची ची जाणीव ... शेवटच्या दिवशी मग आम्ही खादी भांडार आणि गोशाळेत गेलो.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Cz6JcI0porg/YH2k_jEij-I/AAAAAAAAHUo/QjEAh4h1OmkmEM7ZmGFtPWMg5HRm1pZmACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1069" height="420" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Cz6JcI0porg/YH2k_jEij-I/AAAAAAAAHUo/QjEAh4h1OmkmEM7ZmGFtPWMg5HRm1pZmACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h420/image.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>अश्या प्रकारे ते २०,००० रुपये आम्ही सात्विकतेने खर्च केले </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>२००० रुपये प्रति किलो देशी गायीचं तूप ... 4 किलो घेतलं : ८००० रुपये </div><div>आश्रमासाठी पेळू चं पोतं : १००० रुपये </div><div>गायीच्या तुपात बनलेले पेढे परत घेउन जाण्यासाठी : १००० रुपये </div><div> 2 पेटी चिरखे, पुण्यामध्ये मधे कोणाला तरी दान करायला : 2500 रुपये </div><div> आश्रममाला दिले : 2000 रुपये </div><div><div>1000 रुपये ची पुस्तके माला दिली </div><div>उरलेले ४००० अशेच कोण्या गरजू साठी (आजोबा आपली बहुतांश पेन्शन अशीच गरजू व्यक्तीं मध्ये वाटून टाकायचे ) </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lXv50bpWDqA/YH2meSB8lAI/AAAAAAAAHUw/Ue_46Zgh2JYeNYwzXmP_C8YGNbCqY044ACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1250" height="358" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lXv50bpWDqA/YH2meSB8lAI/AAAAAAAAHUw/Ue_46Zgh2JYeNYwzXmP_C8YGNbCqY044ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h358/image.png" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>दान वीर अजोबा</b></div><div>आजोबा ३ च कुरते घेऊन आलेले. मी जेव्हा परत जाण्यासाठी, सामान बांधत होते तेव्हा 2 च कुरते दिसले . विचारल्यावर वर कळाले त्यांनी एक कुरता, एका गरीब मुलाला दिलेला आणि दुसरा बसला नाही... नाहीतर तो पण देणार होते.</div><div><div>मी तर त्यांच्या कथा ऐकल्या अहेत की एकवेळ तर त्यांनी एका गरीबाला अंगावरचा कुरता काढून' दिलेला आणि स्वतः तसेच घरी अलेले.</div><div>म्हणून मला काही जस्ती नवल वाटले नाही.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>आजोबांचा पाय निघवत न्हावता आश्रमातून.</div><div>सगळ्यांच्या भेटी घेतल्या। निघताना चक्क त्यांच्या डोळ्यात पाणी होते . त्यांच्या ही आणि का कुणास ठाऊक माझ्या ही. </div><div>जड मनाने आम्हीं तेथुन निघालो</div></div><div><br /></div><div>परतीच्या वेळा पण ट्रेन प्रवास पाहिल्यासारखाच मनोरंजक होता. </div><div><br /></div><div>तुम्हाला पटणार नही पुण्या मध्ये आल्यावर त्याना कोणतरी सर्वोदय चे कार्यकर्ते घायला आले. नंतर अम्हला आश्चर्याचा धक्का बसला की आमचे ९३ वर्षाचे आजोबा दुचाकी वर डबल सीट बसुन गेले आणि ते पण १/२ तास बसुन.</div><div><br /></div><div>अम्हला चिंतेत पाहून म्हणाले घाबरू नाका १०० वर्ष जगणार अहे मी आणि प्रत्येकाने १०० वर्षे जगण्याची इच्छा धरावी.</div><div><br /></div><div>आणि अजबांची ती इच्छा पूर्ण झाली १०० नाही तर १०१ कार्यशील वर्षे जगले. स्वातःसाठी नाही तर जगासाठी. एवढे थोर व्यक्ती आमच्या मधुन निघुन गेले ही आमची कुटुंबाला न भरून येण्यासारखी पोकळी आहे. पण आजोबांचं आयुष्य इतकं उदाहरणार्थ होतं की आपन प्रत्येकजण जर त्यांच्या मधला १% गूण जरी घेऊ शकलो तरी ते जीवंत राहतील .</div><div><br /></div><div>आपल्याला त्यांना जीवंत ठेवायचंय ... आपल्या विचरणमधे, अपल्य सिद्धांतमधे, अपल्य वागण्यात ,आपल्या कृतित, आपल्या शिस्तीत. </div><div><br /></div><div>हेच आपला कर्तव्य आहे आणि हीच काळाची गरज आहे.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>अजोबा जासे कायम म्हणायचे..</div><div>जय जगत </div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Tough is the time when </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">A spoon in one hand</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Dodgoing the semolina naughty,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Mobile in other</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Trying hard to catch the british accent of a JPMC officer</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Exlplaining the technical requirements plenty</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;" />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Just then, By mistake I don’t know why I turn back</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">And there at a close distance I see the diminutive little fly</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">eyeing and hovering and ready for an ambush</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">On the delicious red cut half of the watermelon</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;"><span style="color: magenta;">Its then when I plead for just a thing to thee o Lord.</span></span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Tough is the time when</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">A Pot of water on the head</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">A pail in one hand</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">And a bundle of hay in the other</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;"><span style="color: red;">Just then, By mistake I don’t know why I turn back</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">And my 2 year old has picked up a half monkey eaten </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Dust laden guava from the ground </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;"><span style="color: magenta;">Its then when I plead for just a thing to thee o Lord</span></span><br />
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<br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Tough is the time when </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">To reach the college I get into the bus </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">With books in one hand </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Purse in the other </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Trying hard to hold the pole of the bus or the holder</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;"><span style="color: red;">Just then, By mistake I don’t know how </span></span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">My Dupatta just slips down my shoulder </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;"><span style="color: magenta;">Its then when I plead for just a thing to thee o lord</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">I Pray to thee oh lord not for once but many times like these</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">I pray not just for me but for all the women around me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">I pray not for young , nor for old </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Nor for rich nor poor but for all</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">I know it will be difficult to accept but the need of hour would definitely compensate</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">You made us multitasking and so are we </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">You made us play many roles and so do we </span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">So Why thee thinketh so much O lord</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">We think this is the only thing we lack</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Please Please Please </span><br />
<span style="color: #222222;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">JUST GIVE US OUR </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">TAILS</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">BACK</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;"><br /></span></span></b></span>
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Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-19244076099973238562012-07-09T03:40:00.001-07:002012-07-10T23:34:18.344-07:00Meet you BEYOND<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #3c3c3c; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Neither a poem nor a prose ..just my heart that i pour.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3c3c3c; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Reh always liked my randomness n so I will continue it ..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3c3c3c; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">The following lines are another example of my randomness ..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3c3c3c; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I know ‘she’ will
read this one too !!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3c3c3c; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> <b style="color: purple;">SHE </b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #3c3c3c; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: purple;">Coz it knew she would be waiting eagerly for it </span><br style="color: purple;" /><span style="color: purple;">
..That gushing wind turned its way, just to flow through her beautiful hair</span><br style="color: purple;" />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Coz they knew she would wait to admire their fall <br />
..Those old ocher leaves held on to the branches till she passed
under the tree<br />
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Coz no one else had owned and enjoyed them the way she did<br />
..The books in that <span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">overladen
rack secretly fought among themselves to draw her single glance </span><br />
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<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Coz they very well knew how to impress her and
make her lost in them</span><br />
..Those thumping waves sang a different tune for her as she sauntered along the
shore<br />
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Coz they knew she would smile and tap the leaf to split them into many <br />
...The dew drops on that little fresh green leaf got ready<br />
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Coz it knew she would forget everything around and let it kiss her supple skin<br />
...That steam oozing from the piping hot tea carried a different warmth for her</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Coz it new her smile was much brighter than its sunshine<br />
..The thoughtful sun had given up competing with her <br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her words were infatuating</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">That silence of her noisy </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Those eyes were
vivacious </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">That gave hopes and
dreams</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her smile was serene </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">That made everything
feel alright</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Every discussion with
her was deep </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">To be Itched on the
discs of heart forever</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her hand on my
shoulder </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">And simple nod was
enough</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Her being with me made
a difference</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">And her not being
too </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She liked me running </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">And So will I </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">She was my key </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">A key to the world
that was creative and colourful </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">A world that was happy </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">A world where smiles
were true and words had real meanings </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">A world free of
judgments ,free of expectations <br />
And full of enriching experiences</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">That key is lost
somewhere </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Somewhere ..where the
place is right </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">And I don’t want to
find any keymaker </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Coz there cant be an another ‘She’</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Reh ..meet you
there..meet you beyond !!!</span></b></div>
</div>Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-87097085264694438672012-07-01T00:48:00.000-07:002012-07-01T01:17:30.673-07:00Black and White or Grey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Times are when Black is black and White is White <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You feel you are in happy state and a better plight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But what you clearly see is<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The world around is grey<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and that’s how it will stay<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You think something wrong with you <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your oddity starts troubling you <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Changing the glasses is the solution<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Is what you think and blink<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now the picture becomes clear <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And you see yourself in grey<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You realize that black and white was an illusion<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But now,the pail tumbles</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And everything is commotion<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Black and white or grey <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Which you should choose you think<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There’s no point standing on this brink <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anxiety, nervousness,worry and fear<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is that you see allover here<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Immidiely you kick the pail and change the glasses <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And think <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Even though its an illusion <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Black is black and white is white <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And you better be in this plight</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-58798132532674679412011-09-08T19:54:00.000-07:002011-09-08T19:54:22.587-07:00INNOVATION FRAMEWORK CONTD..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Sorry guys this post isn't my regular idiotic one.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">When i say innovation ..pleople give a smirk and say 'GAS' but I truly believe and have experienced that controlled and disciplined innovation does have a SUBSTANCE !</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Today morning read a post by <a href="http://innovationideas.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/the-3-stages-of-innovation/">Meenaks </a>on innovation framework.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Got inspired and hence this post.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Over the 1.5 years in <a href="http://www.welingkar.org/welingkar/v1/Programmes/pgdm_whatis.asp?br=2&section=Programs">Welingkar Business Design</a> my biggest takeaway is "learning to build up upon ideas" so I thought why not build up <a href="http://innovationideas.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/the-3-stages-of-innovation/">Meenaks </a> on suggested framework.<b>(Research -> Resolve-> Reuse)</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span>My framework is as follows ( from whatever projects i have done in class of @Welbd)</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><b>Rephrase -> Research-> Rejections and suggestions->Resolve -> prototype-> Reuse<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><b>Rephrase: </b><span> </span>Its been seen that a solution for one problem, creates other problems..we are problem creators. In order to mitigate this trend, it’s very very important to know what problem one is addressing. Hence rephrasing an issue/need gap into a proper definition explaining what the innovation is aimed at,is extremely essential.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><b>Research : <span> </span></b>Normally<span> </span>humans (inc. me ;)) have a bad habit of jumping<span> </span>to design solutions once the idea is struck. But one must understand that this world/system is in existence much before you were, so most of the times THE idea is already thought of or THE solution is already being designed.It is important for us to discover if idea/solution already exists. If it is , then don’t get depressed you can always build up and come up with upgradation/improvisation of that idea.If<span> </span>the idea isn’t implemented then u can smile and run shouting “Eureka Eureka”.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span> </span>Research on relevant technology is essential.Research of which domains have solved similar problem(Cross domain approach) is essential.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><b>Rejections and suggestions</b> : According to me, innovation happens the best in teams. It requires multiple views , counterviews, suggestions and rejections .So if you have an idea discuss with your friends or collegues or experts and have multiple ideas for the same issue/needgap. Third party views and newcomer views often gives a different dimension to the idea.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><b>Reconstruct: </b>Once you have multiple ideas reconstruct your original idea considering all the views and come up with a foolproof concept. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><b>Resolve</b> : .Once you have a concept ready, implemention is involved in this stage. It could be full-fledged implementation or pilot or prototype.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><b>Reuse : </b>According to Meenaks<b> </b>The <strong><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">reuse</span></strong> stage involves “marketing” the innovation to others in the company (i would say society here ) for further adoption.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span><span>P.S People who want to build up on this framework are welcome to :)</span></span></div></div>Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-4110161445371963472011-07-20T22:33:00.000-07:002011-07-20T22:45:39.073-07:00Duniya ka naara...zame raho<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">6.30 am ...(Actually its quite late ..but atleast she would like to think its 6.30 ;) its her life after all and her time ;) ) 'who cares about her uncombed hair and these dusty stairs she thought...she tried blowing the dust off the stairs but air was already pregnant with the moist so the dust din't budge !<br />
<div>She looked at the today's news paper and without even giving a thought she spread it on the stairs and sat on top of the happenings of the world !!</div><div><br />
'If i think too much about the world the smoking hot coffee in the mug will get cold 'she thought.</div><div>She cupped the hot mug with both the hands and allowed the transfer of the warmth..but the cool air hit her eye lid forcing her to open her eyes !</div><div><br />
It disturbed her while she was listening to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wv94t8PY3Bs&feature=related">"Kyun hawa aj yun gaa rahi hai"</a> (veer zara)</div><div>She looked out of the window...the slashing rain was hitting the new born leaves, the ocher dried leaves, the yellow taxi tops,the brown puddles...the red silver helmets..the dull grey road !</div><div><br />
'What d F'.She thought 'what is she doing here on stairs..shouldnt the rain hit on her dry and uncombed hair also ? and shouldnt she be in some mountains n valley n jungle n grasslanenjoying the rain ?' she cribbed ! 'Oh then what would happen to the coffee which was still hot ..only for her !' she thought and consoled her mind and ordered it to be happy the way things were!' She was super happy that the next two songs in her playlist were <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFZF8sEtmu0">'Boondon se batein'</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK2RwDVk9Ag">'Zindagi bhar nahi bhoolegi woh barsaat ki raat'</a> She thought of lowering the frequency of her sips so that the coffee could last till the two songs got over.</div><div>but suddenly the next song she saw '<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrqLhe8mC1o">Duniya ka nara zame raho !</a>' suddenly she jolted back !</div><div><br />
'All the case studies n schedules n never ending 'to do' list flashed in front of her eyes'<br />
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She paused the current song ..gulped her coffee in one go...got off her a#* from the stairs ..dusted the newspaper ...closed the window ..ran up the stair and moved on ...<br />
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Outside,the rain still kept on hitting the new born leaves, the ocher dried leaves, the yellow taxi tops,the brown puddles...the red silver helmets..the dull grey road and<br />
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Inside it kept on hitting on the corner of her mind !</div><div><br />
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</div><div>P.S : the she is meeee ...i know you would have already guessed that ;)</div></div>Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-45426641996851564482011-03-25T08:51:00.000-07:002011-03-25T08:52:20.898-07:00SCARE THEM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Just read a mail on earth hour initiatives promoted by NITIE..and then my wierdly fertile mind yielded out some deviant and strange thoughts which i cant hold back ..so lemme scribble them and trouble you :)</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <b>SCARE THEM</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Go green,Green Building, Save the earth,talk and walk, eco friendly products..eco this…eco that..earth this ..earth that …OMG OMG !!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">All these activities – YES but are any of these pushing anyone to repair the ever leaking or rather ever flowing tap in shiroli,a small village in India ? and I am pretty sure there must be thousands and millions taps like these in the world. Are any of these initiatives pushing Ms Tina in Hiranandani complex to stop using superfluous amount of water while bathing ? Are any of these initiatives pushing meee to switch off the lights at night before sleeping ? BIG NO !<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">These initiatives are absolutely fine ! But absolutely NOT ENOUGH !! All these activities are perceived as tasks, responsibilities.Someone somewhere orders you and then you have to follow them…and then we harp that we are trying to save the earth.<br />
Such initiatives will come and go but when will each man HIMSELF feel from within to save the mother earth. Lemme also tell the answer ..”NOT VERY SOON” Then how do you make him feel ??? Mission Impossible </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">J</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Then what do you do ? He he he…SCARE ! SCARE HIM !<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">HOW ? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">SUPERSTITIONS ! Yes …create amazing superstitions ? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Superstitions are great drivers …Superstitions exsist in all the countries in some or the other form. Superstitions are eternal. Action over a superstations does not require much of an effort. Man follows superstitions without questioning.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">The superstations can be :<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“If light and fan remains switched ON while nobody is there in the room the last person to leave becomes poor ”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“If computer remains ON for more than 3 hours then the owner gets a shock in coming days “<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> “If one does not plant 3 trees in a year then his/her child is born blind”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">You can go on and on..<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">I know you would be smiling or wondering that this is insane ! but inducing actually fear works. No advertising is required or no one has to push us.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Fear is one of the basic natures in humans. Fear is one of the basic reasons why thoughts get converted into actions. Man always lives with a sense of fear. Then why not exploit it?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Even today we praise our ancestors for some of the intelligent superstitions they left for us. <br />
Then why not follow the same and gather at least some praises coz I am sure our future generations are going to curse us big time ! coz ..<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #330000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children. ~Native American Proverb</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-26865034061090593662011-03-10T11:04:00.000-08:002011-03-10T11:04:43.460-08:00ESCAPE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">You have no clue how much elated i am to post this after such a loooooonnnnggg time.<br />
You have no idea how much my hanky got wet when i pressed the edit post button<br />
I am bacccckkkkk !!!<br />
I have manny things to post about ..Mumbai,my lost mobile, the local, my classmates, my exams, my teachers,emotions and many more ...but hold on your horses .<br />
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Lemme post what i feel strongly now :)<br />
Again a disclaimer ..its not a poem n neither a prose i dont know what it is ..n dont ask me i wont be able to.<br />
Dont try to find the rhyme scheme ...there isnt any :)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">With horizon in my eyes</div><div class="MsoNormal">Spreading my wings </div><div class="MsoNormal">Taking a leap </div><div class="MsoNormal">I wanna fly high</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Looking down at the earth</div><div class="MsoNormal">I wanna laugh at my past </div><div class="MsoNormal">Taking a turn then</div><div class="MsoNormal">I wanna get lost </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Soaring in the sky</div><div class="MsoNormal">Over the unknown sea </div><div class="MsoNormal">I wanna befriend the waves</div><div class="MsoNormal">And make lotta noise</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then succumbing to the gravity</div><div class="MsoNormal">With speed I wanna fall</div><div class="MsoNormal">Getiing hit by the breeze</div><div class="MsoNormal">I wanna get tired </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then Sitting at the coast </div><div class="MsoNormal">Listening to the splash</div><div class="MsoNormal">Feeling the cold breeze </div><div class="MsoNormal">I wanna feel my dear ones near.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">--kastoor,Kas,Cas,kasdhut,kash</div><div class="MsoNormal">(Thats what my classsmates call me :) ..theres a story behind each one ...will have a post about them too ;) )</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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This post is regarding a lecture @ Welingkar's foundation fortnight.So I apologise to my non Welingkar readers if they are not able to connect :(<br />
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“Don’t miss Moradian Sir’s session! He will make you forget to go to the loo!!” said one of our seniors one day “Since then I had been eager to see who and how this Moradian fellow was ! I waited n waited to hear his name in next days speaker’s list. After the long wait on second last day of the fortnight they announced his name.I was super delighted…then they announced the time..8.30 -2.30..”Wahttt !!” I thought “Never ever sat in one place..for that loooong ..and that too on a Sunday!!”I panicked silently..feeling sad for my but*s :) But you see..'sala I had no CHOICE na :) :)'<br />
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Next day when we entered the auditorium, the fair Parsi* was setting up his laptop.He was ½ n hr ahead of his time. The scene was like the guest speaker was welcoming the audience :) When laptop was checked..presentation was checked …very neatly n systematically he folded his sleeves ….drank the black tea and started off...and left us mesmerized for the next 6 hrs(the 5hr session turned out to be 6). <br />
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The 6 hrs session was simply awesome and awesome to such an extent that even 6 days after the lecture we friends kept speaking Moradian statements…in Moradian style :)(n we are going to continue with the style).<br />
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Now speaking about his session, amidst his patent words “Sala bastard”** n “bloody engineers” n “Bumboo Theory” n “join my competitor” n “I am a safe maaan” n “houy houy houy” etc (“Alana falana dimka”) we dint even realize that the “Babu” was injecting in us so many practical serious operational concepts and business fundas.He made us study those boring graphs..which thanks to him din’t seem boring at all. We “pappu–shappus” never even realized,when and how he made us look into those serious statistics and numbers and “Shhukss”……those formulas....they are surely itched in some lobe of my brain :)<br />
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In a very cute manner repeating “Its not that I am unemployed” n “I am a 60 year old young man” he told so many stories and so many facts and so many experiences which literally left us mesmerised. Unlike others, he left the jargon stuff behind and dragged us down to our basics…acc to him<br />
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Conventional Wisdom = ((Stupidity)^n)^infinity.In fact..I would love to call him ‘An Epitome of pragmatism’. And “Buoy oh buoy” after the fun learning..the icing on cake for us were the slideshows of Robert Cooper ……10 on 10 …no wait …… 9 on 10 …Moradian Sir’s lecture deserves 10 on 10 :)We never realized that 6 hrs had flew by..we were ready to let another 6 fly….if he was gonna speak.But there also “sala we dint have any choice naaa :)”<br />
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Some beautiful highlights,concepts and insights from Moradian Sir’s lecture.(I never want to forget them so I wrote them here :))<br />
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• Costomer is my CEO.<br />
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• Customer pays my salary.<br />
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• I am not slave of customer ..drive your own market.<br />
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• Make money NOW and IN FUTURE.<br />
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(He made us repeat these 4 lines atleast 5 times during the course of his lecture)<br />
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• Let the Europeans buy the latest technology...we must buy secondhand….CAREFULLY.<br />
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• Never automate for automation sake…automate for presicision.<br />
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• Don’t optimize everything.<br />
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• Design logically<br />
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• People perform on what is measured and how frequently its measured.<br />
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• Become a “Khandani chor” and not a “Chindi chor”…See where the big money lies.<br />
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• Variety does not reduce productivity.<br />
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• Learn Maintainence..read catalogues.(Can you believe Moradian sir’s car has never experienced a speed of 110kmph just coz he had read the whole catalogue which said that the car performs best from 40-80 kmph!)<br />
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• Die Young ..as late as possible (Mr Moradian called his hair as platinum hair..loved his attitude!)<br />
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He has coined some amazing terms …<br />
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• MBWA : Managing By Wandering Around<br />
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• GOYA : Get Off your Ass (“Bloody bastard !” he followed)<br />
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• Animal design theory <br />
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• Sugarcane juice wala attitude (I can still recollect him saying“You think its over,but then that bloody Bastard .. along with 4-5 makkhies does one more PAAAS“<br />
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“I am seriously planning to opt for operations now”Said many, as the lecture got over that day.<br />
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Mr Moradian,on that Sunday not only taught us operational fundas but taught us a VIEW he taught us LIFE and that too in Morrradian style! <br />
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Loved you sir…waiting to hear from you more :) :)<br />
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*Fair Parsi : Mr BM’s one core value : “He refuses to recognize a person by his gender,colour,caste,religion, creed..coz man had no choice for this..he was born that way” he believes.<br />
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**Bastard : He safely uses this word coz Bastard means “Son of the King who isn’t a Prince :) :)”<br />
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P.S :Guys who haven’t attended his session,pray for your chance..SERIOUSLY !!<br />
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P.P.S :I have started brushing my teeth twice a day coz Mr BM said “Sala tum apne body ka maintainence nahi kar sakte what maintainence will you do of your machines :) :) "</div>
Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-4550199175100017682010-05-30T14:09:00.000-07:002010-05-30T14:28:11.501-07:00From NO to YESGuys before you start reading the actual post let me clarify some things...<br />
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I absolutely have no idea why i am writing this post<br />
I also dont know who told me to write it then<br />
I dont feel that anybody will understand what i have written...<br />
In case if anybody does....lucky you ..you will be eligible to apply in NSA (National Security Agency, America) to crack those mysterious codes ;) lol.<br />
Guys, Its neither a poetry nor a prose...i dont know what it is <br />
Maybe it is my mind's lingo....<br />
I know i am sounding insane but i cant stop my mind from thinking <br />
n ya.....please dont unfollow me after reading this insane post...it sometimes happens to the wierd inside me :)<br />
so bear with me this time n here i go......<br />
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<strong>From NO to YES</strong><br />
Woman of substance u think are you ? <br />
I shouted quietly n asked myself once...<br />
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Being surprised as to why on earth the question asked <br />
i waited for myself ...as getting an answer was not at all an easy task<br />
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Memories flashed n events recollected..<br />
Remembered the successes n mistakes were highlighted <br />
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Every moment of life was analysed <br />
and finally there came an answer <br />
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<strong>YES and NO</strong><br />
Yes was welcome but NO disturbed the core<br />
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I couldnt ask myself - "Why the damn NO?"<br />
coz I myself already knew the reson for that answer so<br />
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Disgusted by the reasons for that damn NO<br />
I cursed the real culprit fragile and uncontrollable mind <br />
which was of my very very own.<br />
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When gloomy n doomy all i was<br />
the 'YES' which lingered in the background suddenly popped up and said<br />
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'Dont sulk my dear..for you i am always there'<br />
Together we will turn stones and make a way for the damn NO<br />
to go forever go away..<br />
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Happily i agreed with an optimism gushing out..<br />
here i am talking the support of the YES to knock the NO out.<br />
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Now I know few days later when i will ask the same question <br />
Woman of substance u think are you ? <br />
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I know pat the answer will come "YES YES YES' <br />
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P.S : you are free to post your interpretations ....provided u have time... as i have no itentions to waste your time on this :)Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-68486678382023847352010-05-01T06:02:00.000-07:002010-05-01T06:02:49.118-07:00MUMBAI or BOMBAYOne dear friend, some days ago said ‘You know what,I am going to call Mumbai as Bombay’ .I produced a fake smile(awkward discussion) and said ‘Ya sure u can! Bombay sounds much cooler !!’.’Oh nooo’ he said ‘Its not the question of acoustics.. i’ll do this with a purpose to hurt some elements in the society..” Now,me being in a mortal body,bound by stupid manmade boundries,and a certain instilled emotion called ‘feeling of belonging’ for a particular state(Maharashtra) made me feel a bit gloomy. <br />
But then he quoted some facts and I was left with “AGREED BOSS..YOU CAN !!”<br />
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The facts were…<br />
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• Mumbai were soggy,desease-prone,deserted,wastelands and of no ones interest.<br />
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• First they were possessed by Sultan of Gujarat..he dint want them and passed these soggy islands to the Portuguese.<br />
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• The Portuguese dint want them either ..so they gifted these islands to the British.<br />
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• The British were not that interested so they passed them on to East India Company.<br />
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• Parsees,Gujratis,Suratis and Bohris were the first ones to start trading from Mumbai.<br />
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• So Mumbai was never owned by Marathas...so they cant claim themselves as owners.<br />
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I absolutely agreed that history…But, But as I walked away thoughts ran in my mind !Question Marks started jumping !<br />
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If Parsees and Gujratis were the ones to start the trade, where were they when the city was being renamed?? <br />
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I decided to dig in this some more ..I thought that I just cant keep gulp down history and sit quietly so I decided to clarify the present and came up with <br />
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• Though Parsees and Gujratis were the first ones to land for trade the original inhabitants were Kolis (Marathi(dialect) speaking fishing community).<br />
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• Before Independence Bombay was a huge area even comprising of some of the princely states.In 1955 when Mahrashtra and Gujrat were split … Bombay Citizens' Committee, an advocacy group comprising of leading Gujarati industrialists lobbied for Bombay's independent status.<br />
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• There was a protest during the movement in which 105 people were killed by police.<br />
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• Bombay State was reorganised on LINGISTIC lines on 1 May 1960.<br />
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• Gujarati-speaking areas of Bombay State were partitioned into the state of Gujarat and Marathi speaking areas went to Maharashtra.<br />
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So I decided to call up my friend and tell him “Hey Mr …The Mumbai you see today was legally partitioned on the basis that....Majority were Marathi speaking public in that area ,at that time so Marathi people can legally claim the ownership.<br />
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BUT! BUT! BUT ! fortunately I DINT CALL ..(Thank God my weird mind thinks at least a gazillion times before speaking !)<br />
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Here is what I thought ....<br />
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"WHO ACTUALLY CARES ? “ Absolutely no one !!<br />
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Tommorow, if most of the locals start calling Mumbai as Bombay no one will pay a heed or <br />
Tomorrow if most of the letters in the post office have address as ‘Bombay’ on them, it will absolutely make no difference to anybody.<br />
Its only when people,somebody like Karan johar say Mumbai as Bombay a brouhaha will be created ...just because this can be taken up as a headline and certain elements can use this as a means to stay in news !!!<br />
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So all this ‘being in news by some or the other ways’ is all for political gains.<br />
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This name game and all region specific issues are just to polarize the society,divide their views and thoughts,highlight opinion difference among the citizens,strengthen their political sides and create unrest amongst we civilians.<br />
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So until and unless you become a somebody you are free to call MUMBAI as BOMBAY !!!<br />
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The only sad part is.. in this name game who are the real loosers are ? Its us, the Maharastrians whose wrong image is being sketched in front of others just because of the few of them. Today when I hear someone say “Maharashtrains aren’t co-operative or they are not of adjusting nature (just because of these few)”, IT PAINS …moreover we cannot counter them because some unwelcome events are testimony to what they say !<br />
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Its not that… I am not proud of Maharashtra or Marathi..Of Course I am ..TO THE CORE !!! ..but I don’t support the disgraceful things which are done in the name of it ! <br />
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I don’t like the fake,typical image they have carved of that of a MARATHI MANOOS.<br />
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We are NOT all that BAD as we are pictured..I hope you all realize that when you come across the Marathis.<br />
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Now that you all have come across me let me say this “Peeeooopple, you are free to say anything reasonable to me coz I know no one cares ….What I care is and proud of is..that I know you and I hope you feel the same!” Be happy,Be safe,Njoy, Don’t get stuck in unnecessary issues :)<br />
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Happy Maharashtra Day<br />
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Love,<br />
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ShindeKasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-22058931776292629422010-04-15T09:43:00.000-07:002010-04-15T12:38:05.380-07:00Interesting Derivation ...I read two axioms today...<br />
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<b>1. A woman dresses up to impress men. </b><br />
<b>2. A woman’s wardrobe is characterized by pinks and floral prints.</b><br />
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Read them again ...<br />
Firstly do you agree to the two ?<br />
If you dont, then read furthur...<br />
Secondly just think what u can derive after you combine these two ???<br />
If you cant then read furthur ....<br />
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As you aaaalll know that I have a bad habit to think over any crap,I thought over these two axioms and came up with an interesting analysis....<br />
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<b>Axiom1</b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Women dresses up to impress men.<o:p></o:p></b><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">As for me, currently this axiom is a holy shit as I never wear anything to impress anyone!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal">But, But,But if I think generically this cliché is absolutely TRUE .</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">I remember my aunt saying once while buying a saree “Owww! I like this this color but your uncle doesn’t :( so I wont opt for this one” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">One of my roommate once said “I know, I wear this top like a thousand times !!Actually I hate it but my boyfriend loves it “ </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">and everytime I shouted mutely …“Hellow ladies ..Have you just lost your LIKES and DISLIKES ??"</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"> But NOW as I think over it I realize that they are just trying to make the person happy whom they love.So god forbid who knows one fine day i MIGHT think the same ??</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Anyways as for now I completely agree with this line …WOMEN DO DRESS UP TO IMPRESS MEN.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">I hope you agree with it too .Now lets move on to...</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Axiom 2</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">A woman’s wardrobe characterized by pinks and floral prints.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">NO OBJECTIONS for this one too .</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Maximum girls do have pinks and floral tops !! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">I hope you agree with this one too.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">But NOW NOW NOW if i combine 1 and 2 this is what I derive…<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">WOMEN WEAR PINK AND FLORAL TOPS JUST TO IMPRESS MEN </b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">That means its actually GUYS who like PINKS AND FORAL PRINTS !!<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">So its Guys who are pink lover and flower admirers be it on women or whatever ....</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">But lookig at these axioms this is what I can say ...</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">If you deny this analysis than one of the axiom goes wrong and if one of the axiom goes wrong then you are arguing the toss n saying that sun rises from west !!!<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">WHAT SAY GUYS(the pink/flower lovers :) ) ???? and girls support me.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b>P.S : What if I go furthur and say its guys who are soft n emotional and its gals who are rough !!!</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b>P.P.S :Dare if anybody calls me crrazzzzzy ......you dot need to tell the thing I already know ;) </b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b><br />
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</b></div>Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-25222126172624439222010-04-12T23:44:00.000-07:002010-04-12T23:44:18.533-07:00Out in the fields...Now I know after reading the title,most of you must have scrolled down to see the photos …Well If you haven’t, then hats off to your patience !! Now don’t scroll to see OK.Let me explain….<br />
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When I say weekends, its always about sleeping more,exercising more, shopping,fighting over Sunday times with d roomies,watching dozens of movies ,cooking food at home and reading quarter or half a novel…<br />
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But this weekend was quite different..Quite quite quite different ..Since I work as a content writer for Art Of Living website I got a golden opportunity to visit Chimbli, a small village near Pune and and write a report on it.It was an experience of a lifetime to listen to the joys and sorrows of those innocent and sauve villagers.It was wonderful to know their lifestyle .It was great to come out of the goodie goodie urban lifestyle and be among those villagers ..understanding their work, listening to their grievances and getting connected to the roots (India is a land of villages.)<br />
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Life is so so different out there…<br />
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<strong>Its so much more than filling IT returns </strong><br />
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<strong>or updating the playlist in your mobile/ipod</strong><br />
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<strong>or cribbing over the petite savings</strong><br />
<strong>or waiting for Promotions …</strong> <br />
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Its total different world out there …<br />
<strong>World with lack of water but world with abundant love.</strong><br />
<strong>World with frequent power cuts but world continuous flow of goodwill.</strong><br />
<strong>World with less demands ..world ofsimplicity ..world of hardwork..world of negligence ..world of ignorance …world of sacrifices ..world of restrictions …and world soooo small..</strong><br />
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There are some 15-20 Yuvacharis(Art of Living volunteers) in the village who are working for upliftment of the village.The visit was all about knowing their activities and encouraging them and here are some of my Kodak moments…<br />
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All set to become a farmer ..getting to know about the chemical free farming.<br />
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The result of chemical free farming…good yeild…good shelf life of crop…good market…good money.<br />
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Now look at the chemical free groundnuts OK and not the bangle …For those who know me, firstly the bangle isn’t mine ..and I wore it just coz I thought in Rome be like Romans and dint want to feel out of place OK..and dare if anybody teases me on that<br />
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Chemical free farming is possible only if one has the Indian holy cow. <br />
Some interesting facts : Hybrid cow = 20% cow, 60% pig, 20% horse<br />
One Indian cows dung is more than enough to provide manuare for 30 acres of land.<br />
The yuvacharis have built a goshala and have brought 13 cows of different breeds from Gujrat.<br />
(Devni,Gir,Lal Khillar to name a few breeds) (Wow !! with that I know something other than ….different type of ORA errors / difference between ORACLE 9i and 10g :mr green:<br />
Preparing fertilizers from cow dung and Go mutra (cow urine)..I learnt to prepare 2 fertilizers<br />
Jeevamrut and Dash parni Ark (10 leaves tonic) ..Those of you who wanna know the recipe ..contact me <br />
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Knowing about the smoke free Chulah ….The Yuvacharis have helped about 60 families to install these chulahs ..so you see Chimbli is all set to go green ..What are we waiting for !! and for those who know me…relax I dint cook !!<br />
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The Yuvacharis …n me . This was shot from a hill where you could get the view of the whole village.<br />
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From a distance I could see the cement jungle ready to encroach the village….I was sad about that <br />
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The baccha party inc me <br />
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I loved his eyes…He was chhhoooo cute..<br />
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The satvik cat and me…It was a pure veggie cat who ate only corn,tomamto and leafy vegetables and allegedly he prefers all to be chemical free ;).. it says in the temple and it seems that he never mixes with the other cats and attends all the pujas in a very disciplined manner !! Some of them also worship this cat !!! Strange !<br />
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The people of the village were so sweet that they loaded our car with whole lot of vegetables and fruits enough for the whole week.<br />
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It was a great great Experience !Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-34122151405054443272010-04-12T02:52:00.000-07:002010-04-12T02:54:01.773-07:00Youngistaan Ka WOW!Hey guys..this isn't my usual post. So this time you can be relieved that my thoughts are not going to eat up ur head !<br />
This is my entry for youngistaan ka WOW contest.<br />
I had to nominate 4 of my funniest posts(damn difficult maaan)..and in the fifth post I had to answer this question - <span style="color: red;">If you were the game master, what challengze would you like to throw to Ranbir? (To find out what the game is, check out <a href="http://www.youngistaan.com/">http://www.youngistaan.com/</a>)For example, ask Ranbir how he would get to a Pepsi if it is 15 feet underwater and there is no one in sight to help him (he is water phobic!). </span><br />
So folks my 4 of my entries are..<br />
<a href="http://itskasturi.blogspot.com/2010/01/other-side.html">other side</a><br />
<a href="http://itskasturi.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-life-of-zero.html">in the life of zero</a><br />
<a href="http://itskasturi.blogspot.com/2010/04/today.html">today</a><br />
<a href="http://itskasturi.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirrors.html">mirrors</a><br />
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And my answer to the question is.....<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><strong>After following map and overcoming all the dangerous hurdles in jungle Ranbir finally finds the cave where Pepsi bottle can be found .The Pepsi is right there on the Kings chair ! But there is an istruction stating that,If the bottle is lifted,the door of the cave closes immidietly and venomous snakes fall from the ceiling! How will Ranbir drink the pepsi and escape from the cave too ?</strong></span>Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-30710412038132270312010-03-30T22:52:00.000-07:002010-03-30T23:07:39.493-07:00CANT STOP LOVING MICAFinally after 5 long days I am back to normal Kasturi again. These 5 miserable days people around me were shouting ‘Come on Kasturi …You can Bounce Back’ and I felt like ‘Ya right ..I wanna bounce back ! ..but so hard that I attain the escape velocity and flee this hopeless,aimless earth..I don’t wanna live’ This was all because 26th March 2010 at 5.15 MICA rejected me by saying a big SORRY. <br />
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That SORRY…took away my life which I had been living for 6-7 months ..that SORRY shattered my dreams which I had been not only seeing but also living for 6-7 months now…That SORRY took away all my hopes..my future..my Smile (So not me :)) !! I just couldn’t get over that SORRY.<br />
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I was a biggest MICADICT ever known to me :) .To give you instances...<br />
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I dreamt of playing baddy in MICA.<br />
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I dreamt of me,cheering for MCL team in a match against IIMs.<br />
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I dreamt myself to be a part of SANKALP,MICANVAS.<br />
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I even dreamt of patting and scolding and playing with ROXY,the gr8 :)<br />
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I pictured myself sleeping and dreaming in those MICA classrooms.<br />
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I had even taken a pledge to never eat a pizza in MICANTEEN!! You can imagine how attentively I had mugged up CHUCKs and UTSAV’s thread on PG.<br />
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I even dreamt of packing bags for MICA. <br />
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I read and reread the brochure so many times that now if you ask me to list down the faculty members I would even tell their qualifications and that too in Print order ;) (Dare if anyone tells me to do that ) <br />
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But Its all over! I still cant believe that I have to order my brain to stop dreaming those MICA dreams ! GOSSH its so hard…Who on the earth said Dreaming was good???.who?? who?? who ?? I am gonna kill him and if he is already, then I am gonna dig up his grave and leave it as is ….GRRR.<br />
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Giving up dreaming is soo hard and then there are so many thing which just don’t allow you to <br />
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For eg..I can see those piles of India Today,Reader’s Digest and Outlooks (n what!!!Only 2 FILMFAREs beside)there inside my cupboard which I had avidly read during the prep.<br />
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As I open my laptop I see those innumerable folders prefixed with MICA....MICA_gk,MICA_puzzles,MICA_idioms,MICA _pschyo :) and MICA_whatnot . Its really so difficult to Shift delete them :)<br />
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As I open my browser my Favourites menu bar is all occupied by MICA material sites. Its so hard to remove them from there :)<br />
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Its still so hard to give up the habit of silently reading those MICA threads on PG over and over again :)<br />
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Its so hard to place that dear brochure in the stack of daily newspapers ready to go in scrap.<br />
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Its so hard to not think of those missed weddings and missed outings and all those missed episodes of so many sitcoms.Gosh.<br />
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Its really difficult to forget MICA..but after these 5 days,I have to…<br />
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Since MICA dint tell me what went wrong I have finally pushed it over on my Destiny (unfortunately).I honestly tried my best to shape my own destiny but may be I was destined to do so :)!! But I am not gonna give up so easy …No..I wont be preparing for MICAT next year :) but I am moving on with my life…but I know and believe that SOME DAY..I am gonna make it BIG and gonna be CALLED/INVITED by MICA and this is a promise from me (guys do not forget my name ;))<br />
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These premier institutes do make mistakes once in a while ..RK Narayanan was rejected by JJ School of arts ! I forgive MICA to have made that same mistake in my case :) !!! But its OK ..I still love it :) and so you all will see me there when MICA calls me! <br />
(Its not that ..grapes aur sour for me and I have an attitude problem ...I am saying all this, just coz there are personal obligations and I cannot give MICAT next year:( :( )<br />
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Finally…<br />
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ALL CALL GETTERS...just realize the value of what you have in your hand …It’s the thing which thousands of like me are dying for ..so Best of Luck ..be the Best and convert the call ..Let MICA get the best !!<br />
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For all those who dint get a call and are preparing for MICAT next year “All the very best” …and for all those are not preparing for MICAT next year “BOUNCE BACK and MOVE ON”.<br />
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And for MICADDICTs like me “Never stop loving MICA” .<br />
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Love,<br />
KasturiKasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-64010491326729227472010-03-22T23:28:00.000-07:002010-03-30T22:54:56.592-07:00In the life of a forward“Now I know that I’ve come in your inbox again…but that doesn’t mean that you become so pissed off ,make a murky face and brutally kill me by Shift-Delete. Its not that I love your gloomy face either .It’s Someone with gloomy face like yours has sent me to you…so curse that person and not me.And moreover even if you delete me I wont be restricted.I ll drop in some other time !!!:-) <br />
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I hate when people say”Oh!!!!these Forwards!!!!”...Hellooow !!Excuse me !I don’t have any interest to grace your mailbox OK…. but unfortunately I cant avoid it also …. <br />
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I am very faithful servant of the sender. I go whenever,wherever and carry whatever he gives me ..sometimes viruses also. Sometimes people dress me up with useful information which very few people think of reading ..sometimes people dress me up with pictures which ppl only scroll down (that too midway) and don’t even have patience to scroll till end.Sometimes network glitches do come in my way …but somehow I manage to reach the destination. <br />
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As for me my age is more than your age now. From the time I’ve been born I am just travelling from one inbox to other.Only that’s the aim in my life.One deletes me.the other fowards me.So anyways I am alive some or the otherways..No one gets inspired,no one cares for me.No one treats me specially.Those formal work mails of yours always tease me as they go in those special folders and we….in the recycle bins !!! <br />
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But I am a great optimist I know that I have more value than those imp mails.Just imagine that whole day you keep on receiving those bore work emails and not a single casual forward !!! You would go mad...so even if you neglect me I know that I have distracted you and brought you out of the work for a couple of seconds.So I am responsible for maintaining your mental balance.So I don’t care what impotance I get !Mind It !!So Stop giving me dirts and stop staring and Forward me so that I can handle some one else’s mental balance now !!! <br />
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Out of the life of forward ..its me,Kasturi again saying ...<br />
Next time you get a forward instead of getting pissed off !Just think your mind needed that !!!Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-18193983027286940052010-03-21T23:59:00.000-07:002010-03-22T02:03:09.967-07:00Experience will teach themJust yesterday,I read an ariticle by <a href="http://www.deccanchronicle.com/supplementary/monetary-wealth-can%E2%80%99t-guarantee-happiness-626">Anupam Kher</a> where in he says that money cant buy happiness.Agreed ..Yes boss ! at the first thought ..but then suddenly I thought twice and now..if you ask me I would say ‘YES’ for those who have it and ‘NO’ for those who don’t.<br />
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I feel that every person should undergo both the feeling in his/her lifetime.<br />
I agree that it’s a truth that Money cant buy happiness…but this truth should be <strong>arrived at. Gradually.</strong>And, not to be considered <strong>right away at once </strong>just because everyone says so! <br />
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Just by saying or knowing that money can’t buy happiness, the poor cannot stop yearning for it and wait for happiness to come to them .It will be like sour grapes if they do that.<br />
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Same is the case with the rich,just after realizing that money cant buy happiness they simply cant relinquish all their money they have…It will be stupidity if they do that.<br />
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It’s a stark reality that 70% of the total wealth in the world is acquired by mere 5% people on the earth and there are way more number of poor people on this earth striving for these basic necessities than 5% of people.If you tell them that money cant buy happiness ..they will say "then give your money to us".<br />
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Since the 1st grade we have been learning that the basic necessities of man are food,cloathing and shelter.Well, how do you get them?? You need money to get them,unless you are an aboriginal ! <br />
Then there are some who have these basic needs but are striving to maintain those basic needs ..how do they do that ! Money !<br />
Then there are some who require more than the basic needs,the luxury..how do they get that..Money !<br />
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Now you may say..”oh Kasturi you are so shallow ..hapiness does not always lie in Material things …grow up “!<br />
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People ..wait ...I know..I know ..I know ….but you all are saying this …just because you all have already experienced the feeling with the material things,you all have experienced the temporary phase but some people haven’t got a chance to experience even that ! What about them ??? We cant just tell them that things dont give happiness ..they will have to experience that for themselves !!<br />
And speaking about those who say money cant buy happiness...<br />
At some point or the other every person does see happiness in material things, be he rich or poor..If that wasn’t true then after some point of time, everyone would have renounced everything they had or they might have never purchased anything after realizing that materials do not give happiness.<br />
But does that happen??No..Even today dont we see Bill Gates travelling in jet and enjoying luxury??<br />
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In a nutshell what I want to say ..We people created money as our basic means and we ourselves just cant devaluate it by saying that money can't buy something.<br />
Today,the whole world is driven by money and one just cant stay behind ..saying that whats the use of money if it can't give us happiness.<br />
Man himself has created such circumstances that at some point or the other he does require money for some of his needs.I am sure for a happy man also, lack of money will be a cause of concern sometime..unless he is a saint.<br />
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Those who want to earn money let them earn ..those who dont want to earn let them dont...experience will teach them..<br />
I wrote this post just because I cant always accept and nod my head with whatever is being said !<br />
Well as for me ...balance is the key :)Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-59615990410498270162010-03-19T10:14:00.000-07:002010-03-19T11:46:25.472-07:00I have taken a step : Youth CongressI am no different than those youth,who at 23, are bursting with the thought that world can be theirs and they can make a great difference.In my case, that world is confined to India.Long Long ago,before I was a youth I felt that I can be the prime minister of India ..i remember,back then in 3rd i even wrote a composition 'If I were a PM' and had got the spelling of 'discrimination' wrong :)<br />
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<strong>Things Changed and ..'I started understanding !'</strong><br />
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The first thing,as a small girl I understood that to be a PM one had to join politics and I understood that Politics isnt a career for a fresher unlike doctor or engineer for which one had to study and obtain a degree !! That left me with a big question hovaring in my mind 'Then what was I supposed to do/study for to join politics ?? My small mind found the question ultra difficult and I gave up..So when people asked me...... 'Beta,what you want to become when you grow big ?' I changed my answer <strong>from PM to an Engineer :)</strong> a legacy of my father ....but still,somewhere in the corner of mind I never wanted to take up job like my fathers, who worked with non living things...the circuits....for the whole day!! (I thought I loved people ..I thought that they atleast praise when someone works for them but circuits do not :) :) ) Anyway,i ignored that corner of my mind. <br />
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<div></div><strong>But then things changed again and I started understanding more ..</strong><br />
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<div></div>By this time I had revised the later answer(engineer) again and again and the former (PM) became blurr and was pushed in an unattentive part of my barin and without caring much about it I found myself busy with my school tests, the rat race around,my atheletics matches,my tennis matches and slowly politics became a<strong> big NO..NO</strong> and major reasons being that I never understood the boring headlines of the newspapers...and I never understood why people fought in that green-brown archaic room with low hanging fans ??<br />
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<div></div><strong>But then things changed again and I started understanding some more</strong> ...<br />
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By this time I started understanding the headlines ..(not editorials though) I understood why those people fought in the green brown room..and I very well understood that they fought even outside.<br />
I understood from what I read..I heard ..I discussed and came to a conclusion politics is a brat's game altogether..people join politics for own selfish reasons or people who dont know anything know everything about politics or people who have their mothers and fathers in it join politics soo for me politics was now like ..."EEEEKs I hate poilitics" !<br />
This feeling remained unchanged for quite a long time until....<br />
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<div></div><strong>Things changed and I started understanding some what more ...</strong><br />
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<div></div>I became a Computer Engineer and started working with the non living things! Even though I worked with the thinking machines which were far better than circuits at least :) I still thought/felt that I loved people much more than these non livings. I loved listening to them ..I loved organising events for them..i loved guiding them..i loved thinking for them ..i loved fighting for them..i loved questioning others just for them...i loved seeing them happy around me. This feeling was much much better than a fixing a bug !! It was then when I realised that it was the time to find answer to the long lost question.<br />
Even before I heard Shashi Tharoor or Rahul G say that middle class should take interest in Politics I was of the same opinion as theirs ..I started feeling that Politics is not all that bad and it requires the middle class to jump in..and when I had heard ST and RG and many more say that Politics did require the middle class ...my feeling strengthened. and the word which was once pushed in one corner of my brain (PM)...started dancing right behind my thoughts .Suddenly i decided to join politics...Youth congress.<br />
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<div></div><strong>As usual things changed and I started understanding in real sense...</strong><br />
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<div></div>One fine day I declared that I was filling form of youth congress and everyone in the house was zapped ! Hell broke down for all of them !! There was a huge hue and cry about my decision ..lots of difficult questions followed which made me think seriously before i submitted the form...and left me with the a feeling "Am i doing the right thing !!!"<br />
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The questions were ..<br />
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<ul><li><strong>Everybody says that it is a puddle of dirty water at the low level ...how are you gonna survive to get to the top???</strong></li>
<li><strong>You are an unmarried,unsecured,just started living,naive to the world of politics and most importantly a young girl like a glass vessal ..who will protect you ??Who will gaurd those guards out there ???(You know moms :) but this time it was my dad too :) )</strong></li>
<li><strong>You are a middle class girl whose father,brother,mother or even a distant relative is not a MLA,MP or for that matter even a simple ward counciler...who will guide you ????? </strong></li>
<li><strong>What if you had to compromise your ethics , would you ??</strong></li>
<li><strong>When you know you cannot change the system ...why go into it???</strong></li>
<li><strong>Whom will you rely on ???</strong></li>
<li><strong>What if tommorrow something adverse happens ?? </strong></li>
</ul><strong>I could hear my mother cry and say 'See Kasturi, we do not have those super contacts like other people ! If god forbid, some adverse condition crops up..me a poor housewife and your father a poor soul wont be able to do annnnnnything..except giving up our lives ..For us only things we have with us are ..our ethics and you both (me n my bro) ..U both happy and we are happy ...then you decide ?</strong><br />
<strong>The night was restless but me being a true optimist never looked at the side they were trying to show me ...i knew firmly that the next day I was going to submit the form.</strong><br />
<strong>I silenced everyone @ home with my enthu ,confidence and my convincing capabilities..</strong><br />
<strong>I had realised that I had only one life with me and I could take chance only in this one ..i assured them that i will draw limits for myself and not get hyper about it..I told them I'll continue working with the non livings and just do my small bit !! Without thinking more I went and submitted the form of youth congress</strong>.<br />
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<strong>Things dint change and I dint know whether I ever understood anything ??</strong><br />
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I was now a software proffesional and a member of youth congress..In their first meet they proudly introduced me to many of their members ..most of them ,the superior sex and hardly any women <br />
(which made me uncomfy :( though ).Most of them were introduced as nephew of 'XYZ' ward councillor,daughter of 'ABC' minister,cousin of 'LMN' ward councillor which terrified and petrified me...coz I had no one like that .A chill ran down my spine and I kept giving fake smiles.But without having any furthur prejudices with an open mind i attended the meeting I heard their agenda,their motives,aims and plans ...and things changed ! <br />
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I was assured that ...though they werent people with ipods ..<br />
though they werent people who used deos ..<br />
though they werent people with inshirts and orderly trousers ..<br />
though they werent people with those sophisticated looks ...<br />
though they werent people I am used to seeing around me ....<br />
THEY WERENT THAT BAD ..THEIR THOUGHTS WERENT THAT BAD.<br />
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I am ultra ultra happy that I had taken the right decision and at least had taken a small(smallest) step towards accomplishing my dreams.I know its a long..long...long journey ..and though I wont be able to become a PM..I will be happy that at least I am doing my bit for my world !<br />
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Now wait..I dont understand wether what I feel is correct or is it too early to feel like that :) :)<br />
Time will tell ...Waiting for things to change furthur :) :) Wish me luck guys :)<br />
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<ol><li>At times those horrifying questions DO crop up in my mind and shivers DO run in my spine.</li>
<li>I am sad about one fact ..that today I kept those questions aside and took a really audacious step but there are thousands who are willing but still have got stuck up with those questions which are occluding/preventing them to enter politics ...and unfortunately I dont have a slightest idea ...what I can do for it ..except for writing this post :( :( May be Shashi tharoor and Rahul Gandhi can come up with a solution :)</li>
<li>Dont think that I understand everything about politics now..I still have problem in understanding some editorials and god knows what will happen once I start understanding them.</li>
<li>I have said that I cannot be the PM just because I still feel that you need a godfather in politics and I am still searching for one :) Anybody out there ???????????????????????????????????Helllowww ??</li>
</ol>Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-13517383184398043752010-03-15T11:37:00.000-07:002010-03-15T19:16:09.431-07:00YUM UFF..Whose en ..whose out..whatever !! {MF Hussain}Read about MF Hussain.Read both the sides ..For and Against.<br />
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Speaking about MF as an artist I am a nobody to comment on his work.He is one of the masters of his own field and the awards and accolades he has brought for India speak of his forte.I can't speak also because I haven't seen all of his paintings and I cant speak also coz I dont know under which circumstances he has drawn those paintings as I read that he has also painted against British rulers during the pre Independence period. <br />
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But speaking about MF Husain as a person, I cannot help,but say that he is an irresponsible citizen of India.He should have realised that, if his paintings are harming the nation's integrity or creating unrest amongst some particular community, then there is no point making such paintings .But but but instead of realising this,he continued to pinch the same community again and again. Hence all these consequences have followed.<br />
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I know that an artist has freedom of expression,but a commercial and world reknown artist like MF should definitely keep his audience in mind while painting and just cant allow his mind go any where.I mean, even while writing this blog a novice and noone like me thinks ..what my followers will like and what they'll not (though they r not many) then why someone like MF cant?<br />
Doesnt he want to make his audience happy ??And if he paints something inspite of knowing that it will make most of his audience sad then he should be fine to digest all kinds of reactions and either stop making a fuss of those reactions or stop making such kind of paintings.According me its a nature's rule that one can spread sadness for long, and if MF thinks that he'll make hindus sad by painting these then he is not apt for the 'survival of the fittest' racein India .Deriving happiness from someone's sadness is utterly inhumane.<br />
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Now I (we hindus) know that depicting nudity is not obscene..I (we) am (are) that mature enough. I (we hindus) know that it is the purest suit ,one was born with and I (we hindus) have no problem gods being showed nude ..in some temples we do have them shown nude..but what I (we hindus) object is MF Hussain's own concepts of nudity and the intentions with which he makes a character nude ..Now acc. to him ....<br />
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<b>Clothed : Love/I have no problems : : Nude : hatered/I have problems</b> !!!<br />
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Now, this is something I (we) truely object ..he simply cannot let us imbibe these concepts-of-his through his paintings ..I (we hindus) are absolutely not going to tolerate that !Hence all the incidences against MF have followed !<br />
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In 2006 MF quit the 'survival of the fittest' race in India and went to have a race somewhere else..(London<->Dubai)...It should have been a matter over for India.Now let him get a quatarian citizenship or Mangolian one ..we dont care ..He has done his part for India (his other non controvercial paintings)and we have done ours (conferred him with Padma Bhushan,Padma Vibhushan,Raja Ravi Varma etc) so its a win-win and theres no point chewing over the same chapter again and again ! India will gain nothing as far as I can see unless there is some political relevance whichI cant see :(<br />
(I absolutely have no views on what govt should have done ! What it shouldn't have and what it has done!)I just know one thing that there is no point in thinking of bringing MF back or even discussing over it ..or cribbing over how Indians have reacted and how they should have !( I know I shouldnt have written this blog either ;) ;) ) .But seriously theres no point pulling the same thread again and again..<br />
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-His official website has been Forbidden in India.<br />
-His wikipedia information has been changed (Indian born Quatarian artist)<br />
-He has accepted the citizenship already.<br />
-He is 92 year old quataran now and there is no point having differences amongst we fellow Indians over him.India is a young country and should move on to other much more important issues.<br />
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Now ..if he again says that 'you can move MF out of India but cannot move India out of MF'..then I'll say Mr. MF, first behave like a responsible Indian.We would proudly like to own your works ..provided they are sensible and appealing to all audience!You can come back and spend your last days on your very own land provided you and your paintings venerate that land and every single being living on it !If yes ...then you r welcome !!<br />
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P.s : Hey wait u know...u were on Kasturi's blog and simply can't leave the blog so serious!!! So allow me to bring the notorious me back..My mind simply cannnooot sustain such serious thougts ...u all know :)...So now what this Kasturi has to say about MF ????? "Arey,LET GO !! At least he thought n knew a great deal about our gods and godesses !!! Now how many of you even think or know about his ?? An artist's <b>only prolog so serfound thoughts</b> get converted into his <b>paintings</b> ..so I am happy that even in his profoundest thoughts he thinks about our Gods :) :)..So LEAVE and let (him) live wherever he is :) :) ...Now ..here 20 maoists have stolen 60 tonnes of Ammonium Nitrate ..so beware"<br />
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Ps Ps : You know What I did ..shhhhh .....I saved a copy of MF's semi nude Bharat Mata and dressed her in paint and signed as KS :) ha ha ha (ya,I knw I am nuts :) )!!Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-86654973627526638462010-03-11T11:29:00.000-08:002010-03-11T11:40:14.173-08:00Waaannnh my chair :(OHhhhhhhhhh noooooooo Daaammnn !! my chair is gone !!<br />
Hey its not about THE powerwala chair haan its about my chair on which i sit the whole day and code incessantly.Its been captivated by my team lead !! <br />
Shaah ! It was my beloved one ! I was so fond of it ! I was so comfortable on it ! I used to love it soo much ! It was equivalent to the “singhasan “ for me.<br />
But now its gone and I can do nothing but see it behind me .I am soo uncomfortable sitting on this stranger one !<br />
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(Now dear readers ..I know I might sound crazy,Frenzy,jug-head,crack pot and a nut in the furthur post..but I am not used to hold back my feelings so you'll have to bear with me n ya sorry for breaking the link :))<br />
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So where was I ? My chair got captivated and I am broken heart.<br />
Whenever I look at it ..I feel the chair say...<br />
"Hey !! I dint like my new owner please take me back I want YOU to sit on ME” <br />
I felt as if it is spreading its handrests and calling me …and saying <br />
“Dear Kasturi please save me from this new one on me .<br />
YOU were the one who gave me full respect,this new one doesn’t care about me.<br />
I don’t matter for him.I am just a matter for him.<br />
I want you... I remember how unnerved YOU used to be when someone else sat on me.<br />
I remember how your heart skipped a beat when YOU found me misplaced. <br />
I remember how blissful YOU felt when you sat on me. <br />
I felt so pampered with YOU but this one doesn’t think about me a single pence ..so have me ..at once..now!”<br />
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(Now stop thinking fool of me )<br />
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But strange,Isn’t it !!! I never knew my chair played a so much part in my life ..to tell you seriously I am not able to concentrate on my work !(I know that’s bad..but Its good to be honest).After every half n hr I am looking back forlornly at my chair and hearing new things from it.<br />
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(Now,my frenzy mind goes again so beware :) its my turn to talk to my chair and I owe some words for my chair :) )<br />
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“Dear Coushy..(Thats what Ive named it .. Coushy for my Tooshy.. Thats what I keep sayin !!!)<br />
I feel for you as Fedrer feels for his racket..<br />
I feel for you as Picasso feels for his brush ..<br />
I feel for you as Shakespere feels for his pen .<br />
I feel for you as Lance feels for his bike …..<br />
You brought a smile on my face and I'll get you soon :) ”<br />
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(Thats it ! Now you can relax !Its time to get serious..)<br />
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I never realized that my productivity shares a fraction with my chair… <br />
I never realized ,that “feeling of belonging“ for materialistic things ..can be such intensive that it can have a psychological effect.<br />
N I don’t see anything wrong in that . <br />
Today I will work …but after every half n hr a small thought of the chair will disturb me …but tomorrow b4 the TL comes when I ll interchange the chair and get it back ! The whole day Ill feel contended and that simple feeling of having my chair back will make me work with double the zeal..so i'll make up for today.<br />
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In a nutshell,I just wanted to say that derive happiness in smallest possible things around (Its chair for me) .These small small things constantly keep giving us happiness and contement but we fail to acknowledge.<br />
Just find out such things in your life and acknowledge the happiness it gives you and I am sure you'll be happy everytime you see it. After all life is all about being happy :)<br />
So all be happy, as I shall be Tommorow .<br />
But For Today….”Waaaannnhhh MY CHAIR!!!”.<br />
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P.S : Sorry for those "Third world conversations b/e me and my chair but I meant them :) "Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-28012942901260408252010-03-10T08:56:00.000-08:002010-03-10T09:03:51.013-08:00FEEDBACKSunday evenings are special for us roomies because , we don’t torture our tummies and taste buds with that dreadful Tiffin of ours from our “doesn’t know how to cook ” aunty :) :) . So thanks to this so-called aunty of ours every weekend happen to try a new restaurant . This weekend also we did try one. It wasn’t so high profile and elite that along with the bill we get this huge Feedback form !!! Seeing the form I was like “No…Not here, Feedback Feedback Feedback every where..” <br />
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Feedback of a course@ cognizant.<br />
Feedback of caterer services @ cognizant.<br />
Feedback of our HCM Supervisors.<br />
Feedback of garbage management in the society.<br />
Feedback of a new Tabla Sir @ our music Vidyalaya .<br />
Feedback of an exhibition.. and nowFeedback of this small eatery ? <br />
It almost made me sing “Feedback is in the air ;) ” <br />
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But then I thought why am I ranting about it ??? After all Its all about feedbacks, isn’t it ? <br />
Isn’t feedback the reason for all the improved versions of things …be it car or product or even a document?Feedback is a source of motivation …don’t we strive for positive feedback ? Even bad Feedback is a kind of motivation coz then we strive to turn it into a good feedback.<br />
Whenever we say we like him/her/this/that ….what are we doing ?<br />
Whenever we complain about things …what are we doing ?<br />
Feedback makes us spend and feedback makes us save.<br />
Feedback has the power to retain and feedback has the power to change.<br />
Product companies,marketing firms ,entertainment industry ..etc are so very dependent on feedbacks ! THEN….THEN..THEN a deep insight has struck…EUREKA <br />
What do you think our TESTING is ? Isn’t it a kind of feedback given by our testers for our code ?So you see in IT industries…too 70% of the work is based on giving feedbacks :) :)<br />
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So doesnt it make us say it’s all about giving Feedback !!<br />
So henceforth,if you are asked for a feedback ….toss your laziness and take it seriously.<br />
So now time has come that you give your feedback for this post :) . <br />
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(P.S : I think we should start having feedbacks for our Politians and their policies as well !!)Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-91265239027078887792010-03-06T07:42:00.000-08:002010-10-07T20:30:45.841-07:00At least Shut up !Well this post is an old one ..my apologies for posting it in off season :)<br />
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The other day ..I read an editorial written by the Arindam Chaudhary where in he quoted.. that “India is a country Of Lions led by Donkeys" LIONS !!! To hell with it !!! LIONS DON’T ALLOW DONKEYS TO RULE OVER THEM !! Then what sort of lions are we ??? <br />
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Since ages …..especially post attacks I’ve been listening, reading,hearing this bullshit ‘Our politians are irresponsible,dishonest, incompetent,unethical,good for nothing ,soul-less souls.’But b4 you follow this proto type..just think what we as Indian-citizens are doing other than cursing the politians?? <br />
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Zilch,Naught,absolutely nothing Just Discussing ,discussing rather gossiping about the sorry state of Politics in our country.Fighting in FAVOUR or AGAINST a Politian…..Grasping those crap negative news (Mind it..I haven’t written ‘watching those crap negative news’ Coz grasping never occurs in case of the positive ones ..n sorry 4 breaking the link ) and blaming the politians over the lunches ..in the parties..in group discussions…in the meetings….in the bus..wherever we think of flaunting our so called concerns for the country…But That’s not enough Mr!! <br />
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Who s listening to you ??Whats the outcome of all ur talks..do they show how alert and concerened we Indians are ..or do they personify…'OK Mr. You are well updated with whats going on around.’ Oh Crap !! <br />
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“CHANGE “ that’s what is required ..corect ??? BUT not in them …….in US (its not United States OK !!! :) ) Yes An attitude change …a total reengineering and change in oulook towards politics is required. <br />
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Ya..Its high time we get interested ..and take our politics seriously.!! We, no more can afford to ignore the deciding factor …Yes… politics IS the deciding factor… industrial dev,economic dev,infrastructural dev,agricultural dev,educational dev .etc depends on politics….then how can we Indians be SOOOO casual about it. How can we just hand over the country in the hands in whom we hardly trust ??? How on earth we dont understand..when we say 'we are handing over the country'..means in a way we r handing our future in their hands…And future cannot change just being lionhearted….go Hunt ..now that doesn’t mean leave cognizant and join politics ….. <br />
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I know …and realize that we have no magic wand that can convert the stagnant puddle into lake of Swans in one day..but at least we can try and make efforts to contain it …!!! <br />
There could be various ways I can think of…but the easiest one….. VOTE !! <br />
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I know that office schedules are tight and and a day off comes to be like splendid spring in a desert but… let not that day be the day of elections !! Please..Please ..Please don’t plan short trips,movies etc on that day …but carry out ur moral responsibility to go and VOTE .Each VOTE makes a difference. <br />
The other ways could be….(there are just 4 so dont get bored scroll down.. <br />
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• To efficiently use the Right to Information and enjoy the transparency.. Its just a click away ..google it and there it is ..its amazing …there are so many things which govt provides that can make our lives better ..but we are unaware of .But no one will publisize them n dont expect them to..coz we love negative. <br />
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• The bureaucratic staff needs to be given more importance than the polititians…It should be ‘polititians under the bureaucrats’ but in our case it’s the othe way round. <br />
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• Increase the weight-age of subject CIVICS and ECOMICS in our academic portion.(Don’t get terrified ..read further …lemme complete) ….Provided…the matter in the books is designed in a better fashion to make it interesting other wise these two subjects are nightmares for me as well. <br />
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• To identify the candidates right from school level and train them for the.. administrative exams.Apart from doctor-engineer we need to put a third option in front of them.Until this happens we cant expect d swans to in the puddle <br />
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I don’t know wether I am right or not ..I dont know how all this will happen…when it will happen and who will make it happen but I just wanted to express or else these thoughts would have killed me if any longer they…would have to stayed in my mind so I had to put them on paper however much relevant-irrelevant–practical-impractical they are.. <br />
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Hush so here I come 2 the End …Well…all these are far off things the main reason for this post was…..to coax you all to vote. <br />
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And if you don’t vote..at least SHUTUP n don’t dicuss the sorry state of politics and dont discuss @ the souless souls …coz you have no right to !!! <br />
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Disclaimer :Apologies for being rude in some places……But I mean it .Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-78076737234603599872010-03-02T19:40:00.000-08:002010-03-02T19:40:59.821-08:00Not only go green“Shhhaa ! maan I hate !! I hate it so much…<br />
I hate not seeing the sun in the morning when I get up.<br />
I hate seeing the puddles of water everywhere .I hate that yucky smell of moist clothes. <br />
I hate to see the bobby prints of mud on the back of my pant .<br />
I hate to see half a kg mud stuck on my sandals. <br />
I hate those somewhat wet socks which attract my attention from time to time.<br />
I hate those open umbrellas draining water which occupy MY Space in the balcony .<br />
I hate to see those creepy patterned leakage patches on the wall. <br />
I hate to see the mud filled mud gaurds and mudflaps and dirty cars and wiper marks.<br />
I hate the moist salt ..the moist matchsticks .. the powercuts.. the traffic jams …<br />
Gawwwwd I hate this rain so much !! “ I used to say so before a couple of days …<br />
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when suddenly one day our (me n my rommies ) happy n flourishing lives were hit by this immense turbulence. That day we returned from the office to see our ever water vomiting taps run dry !!!<br />
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Very unalarmingly the water supply had been cut. We all saw the amount of water in the filter and all of us thought the same .. “What are we gonna drink ? How are we gonna cook ? How are we gonna wash these utensils and most importantly how are we gonnaa……. <br />
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And there all of us at once we looked at each other — nodded our heads –and ran in search of the watchman..who was as usual watching nothing and had gone ..god knows where. . After a long Ctrl+F everywhere we found him and asked the obvious question for which he answered casually ..”Water is gonna come at 8” and we were like “HUSSSSHH” and then he said “Tommorrow Morning ” and we were like “WHATTTT …NOOO” :O We all leave for office by then…Some angel.. told us that there was a tap in the nearby building which was emitting water and ..there :)….. everybody saw 5 Software Proffesionals helplessly carrying buckets full of water up and down ..6 floors :roll: we tried out as many algos we had learned ..to reduce the number of turns ..but in vain…Finally when all the buckets and huge containers were full..we stopped , had painkillers for dinner and quickly went to sleep fearless of nightmares as we had already experienced one . Really that day was worse than a nightmare (Our daily serials also went for a toss that day :) we are still sulking 4 that :) <br />
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Muni. Corporation had cut 40 % of the water supply so water came only 2 hrs every day..The monsoon had ditched us ..everyday it used to be cloudy but it never rained ! One fine day..when I read that … IMD had predicted that the monsoon will be postponed still further ..I was sure and happy that it would rain that day but god knows how their predictions were correct !! (they updated their instruments I guess )<br />
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After a lot of prayers,wailings,cryings and suffering finally it rained ..and rained.. and rained but things are different now …Now I love everything which I said” I hate “above . Previously, I just knew ..or I just thought … about the importance of rain but today I have realized it in real sense . Ive truly realized water’s worth and I want you all to realize it too w/o experiencing all the brunts which I n my roomies have ..So folks NOT ONLY GO GREEN ..GO BLUE TOO and use water judiciously !!Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-91700535226366412812010-03-02T18:30:00.000-08:002010-03-02T19:28:06.581-08:00AOL Banglore Ashram16 hours pune –banglore journey seemed like nothing when we reached Banglore’s Art Of living Ashram . I felt as if the atmosphere around the Ashram had this unique capability of absorbing the fatigue and injecting a smile and a feeling of awe on your face . <br />
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A beautiful hoarding of Sri Sri Ravishankar jee (Gurujee) with as usual beautiful, divine smile greets you warmly and pushes you inside the Ashram. <br />
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As you enter ..Shades of green ..right and left makes you wonder about existence of a term called global warming :) :) . The ashram doesn’t appear to be 21 km away from the city but appears to be 21 light years away from the normal life and daily routine.<br />
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As I looked around..<br />
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The far away mountains appeared as if they were into deep into meditation.<br />
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The breeze hummed ‘Om’ ..<br />
The trees appeared to be doing Ujjai continuously ..<br />
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The beautiful structure Of Vishalakshmi * stood right there in the centre like Guruji as if examining all the above activities. <br />
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As I moved on with curiousity…. I saw those two lucky chaps - Maheshwar and Indrayni (Guruji’s Elephants with whom he plays daily !) and cows and buffaloes (Sorry..I dint ask their names )<br />
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Formalities for accomodation were done and then finally we were compelled to serve the rats which ran like crazy inside our stomachs so we hurried to the Ashram’s Kitchen – ( a testimony to self service and also selfless service) where we had delicious lunch served by the devotees.<br />
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Then we had meeting for approx 2 hrs where I met these highly dedicated, focused , sincere,ever smiling, warm,polite ,wonderful people about whom I’ll be writing later (This blog alone cant do justice. )<br />
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I never felt that I had met them first time. <br />
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And @ the meeting –it should have been for surely been recorded as an exemplar for an ideal official meeting .<br />
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And then the most exciting part of the tour for which I was fervently looking forward to ..Guruji’s Darshan ..We had to meet him and tell him all the statistics of the <a href="http://www.artoflivingyoga.org/">YOGA</a> site .<br />
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First we went to Bhadrivishala where there were at least 300 people and we 15 were wondering how will guruji wait …and listen to our statistics . Changing places dint make any difference for sure <br />
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Then suddenly I dont know how ..we we were taken to Ganga Kutir (Place where Guruji meets select few if I am not wrong..coz I am new :) )<br />
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As soon as we entered Ganga , <br />
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<strong>Time surrendered !</strong><br />
<strong>Atmosphere changed its composition with more of his warmth and divinity than the nitrogen and oxygen </strong><br />
<strong>Gravity had loosened her hold on us and we felt as if we had already surpassed the escape velocity :) to leave this earth !</strong><br />
<strong>Neurons and sensory motors were totally out of our control.</strong><br />
<strong>I felt as if my facial muscles has been frozen with that smile on permanently ! I just couldn’t stop smiling :) .</strong><br />
<strong>His presence ..his radiance ..his smile …his look ..his aura …his warmth..had just shook me !!</strong><br />
<strong>He looked at each one of us ..and said that we were doing a good job (;) )…said that we were a dynamic team..</strong><br />
<strong>He listened to all our statistics very calmly ..asked some doubts and the doubt showed that he dint hear us just for the heck of it..he was interested ! He gave us blessings for the next site on meditation and told us to come back on 20th June ! He looked at each one of us and kept on saying very good !!</strong><br />
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<strong>And then guess what he gave each one of us a silver pendant an gave us loads of imported chocolates !!</strong><br />
<strong>When he noticed that some of us were silently trying to capture those rare moments …He said in a very very cute manner “You want a picture ??? ..Wait ” and he stood up..came forward and we all very excitedly gathered near him to click a snap !</strong><br />
<strong>Wondering ..whether I deserved to be there or deserved for whatever I had felt ..I left the Ganga kutir with an awe and with that unique Sri Sri coating around me :) </strong><br />
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It took me some moments to come back to my senses. I felt as if I happiest and luckiest person on the planet that day !!! <br />
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We then very fairly ,justly and loyally distributed the chocolates amongst ourselves and again had meeting for couple of hours and <br />
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Then we attended the satsang .I litrally experienced “ love in the air” around the auditoriam ..people were so enthu,excited and happy ..they were singing with joy ,dancing with joy ….leaving all their feelings behind they were there just for him.<br />
The questions were amazing and interesting and @ his answers I need not tell !!! Its implicit <br />
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I would like to share with you one Q-A<br />
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Q-”Guruji..you feed us with delicious food and you treat us so well in the Ashram ..how will we go home ?”<br />
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A –” What ???Go home !! I thought you consider this as your own home.” (I dont know whether you understood it or not coz it made more sense in hindi :) )<br />
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Next day was spent in venturing someparts of Ashram and in the meeting .We also witnessd video recording where in weheard some great experiences from experts from AOL who were working on terrorism,insurgency,militancy and naxalism . <br />
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Then we again saw guruji in Satsang and with a realllyyyy heavy heart we left for Pune.<br />
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The whole journey back home I was wondered about these two days …My destiny ..My Luck .and of course …Guruji !!! To tell you people ..I have surely built up a firm conclusion that Guruji surely has a secret magnet with him which attracts people …infact all the beings towards him !!! <br />
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Those two days were really best in my life ..hope you all experience the same soon !!Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618415992686339198.post-18801819426603730012010-02-23T08:38:00.000-08:002010-02-23T08:38:03.739-08:00FAOURITE MOVIE IN 30 wordsHey if I tell you I picked up this meme from so and so blog then I will be lying..It a game which I have created and u can carry it forward ..<br />
Its a twitter world..world with less words.<br />
The following game will check your clarity of thoughts and your ability to be brief ..so try it out<br />
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Describe your favourite movie in 30 words and also include what change you would have liked in it.<br />
Just paste your blog link in the comment section or mail me the link so that I can include your link in this post.<br />
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OK let me start..<br />
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DIL CHAHTA HAI<br />
Cool cast,fresh mood and story,witty comedy,nice songs,catchy dialogues,no bollywood exaggeration,same old story handled in quite different way.<br />
Change: Dimple shouldnt have died.<br />
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28 words.<br />
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Now its your turn.<br />
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P.S : Yipeee I am improving this is my smallest post.<br />
People to tell you the truth my favourite movie is schindler's list but it was hard to describe in words ..he ha haa haa :)Kasturi Shinde Yadavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01601191725423190460noreply@blogger.com6