may marathi

Chawali chi usal..ganesh utsav..Satyanarayan puja..mangesh padgaonkar...acharya atre..gavran godwa..Janta Raja..PrashantDamle..Ek jokha..dilip prabawalkar..smita talwalakar..marathi natyarangbhumi..bal gandharwa..Ashi hi banva banvi ..Mooruchi maoshi..Powade..Shur aamhi sardar amhala kay konachi bhiti te Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj!!! my head is can think of a million things which would distinctly identify the Marathiness to a non marathiness.

Marathi literature & historical characters have always been the epitome of my fascinationm Suta putra karna, his brother Shon, Jija mata & her brave son Shivaji, Rau, Swami, peshwa with their valour, pride and respect. I owe my childhood to all these who shaped the person i am today. Reading which has been my hobby since age 12 grew up with me, but somehow the marathi literature did not grow at the same pace. Am proud to be a marathi and need to figure out a way to carry on the torch. But someone sometime earlier told me that only minorities need to assemble in groups so in my mind my clan is not a minority ..maybe just Yet..;p

But something i really cherish is being able to debate with someone on the nuances of marathi literature to my childish marathi obession, and at times like these i miss talking to some people i love in my life Dad, sandeep & Krupesh.

Wish i can somehow someday but soon i can do it..

All days are nights to see till I see thee,

And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.~William Shakespeare, "Sonnet XLIII"

Blessed were the days which gave an oppurtunity to miss our near and dear ones. I guess it made the joy of meeting after a pause or a long spell a little sweeter. The excitment of listening to every trivial story while you were apart, the warmth of companionship & growing up on each other were the essence.

Of late i ve been witnessing a rather strange epidemic, the SSN ( Social Site Networking) disorder. Everyone seems to be obsessively complusively glued to some social networking site and had definately gathered more virtual friends than real. But the worst is yet to come, the competition to display and flash ostentious pictures & showcase lifestyle in the most extravagant manner which indicates the personal happimeter, the number of responses gathered by every statement made on those sites, the ease of peeping into anyones and everyones lives right from knowing their mood to their intimate feelings.

Sure the world is shrinking and so is our personal space

Restless

Life had so many different colors when i was a kid and i somehow was obsessed with the thought of growing up.The grown up land promised a world of freedom, freedom make my decisions from the most trivial to the most promising goals, the mere thought of which was a big triumph. I never felt my heart cry in pain after i left high school and moved on to college unlike my fellow batchmates. It was always the bigger picture of growing up which stuck to my side. As i grew up i discovered that with age came the shades & hues no new colors, new ways to complicate my life, freedom of making decisions but entrapment in the consequences of my decisions, the ability to make money and the disability to disconnect from it. The strength to shoulder responsibilities yet the fragility to succumb to their pressure, the power to gain it all and the foolishness to loose it in a go.

They say one realises the value of things once u ve lost them and guess thats wat exactly happened to me. I miss my childhood, i miss those days when all the decisions were taken by parents, i miss the energy and optimism i had for life, the trust i had in my friends and the thought just leaves me restless...

Go back a little..

Often my mind feels like a whirlpool...a hot bed of thoughts..a chain reaction which has been triggered..and most common the origin of all those is the stupid , commonplace thought which grips me ...

Right now i just feel this 'At times we have to go back a little to leap further'