अंतर्नाद

It's not every other day when I am more proud than happy; one of it is today no doubt! Today we have published my Grandmother's poems! "Aaji" as we fondly call her, really defines a lady. Be it the worldliness, generosity, patience, strength, finesse or humbleness, she has it all. At adversity or at any achievement she has held her head on her shoulders and is one of those reliable people to whom we can always turn to. We have seen her journey through her numerous endless stories. Yes, we have seen her broad shoulders turning into tiny skeleton, the strong skin hold to the wrinkles; she is the truest example of aging with grace. When she is not working in the garden or cooking or taking care of the household chores, she spends her time with us - her grandchildren. Little we know or cared that she has her own life. We have never seen her sitting idle, usually engrossed in the daily routine, yet, she always knows everything. Be it the current events, sports, m...

(# From The Reading Room's FB Page) And I happily crossed Shantaram from my to-read book list! For almost four years it was topping the list, and indeed it was worth a wait! It is one of the books which you would resist to stop reading once you start to read one. Just like a typical color scheme, a particular brush spread makes an artistic painting tell about it's hidden ideas out loud or a beautiful camera setting, makes a photograph poetic, the words of this book, makes you fall in love with the book or the characters or the situations. They just speak. Sitting there silently, they make you realize their presence. They force you to hide under the pretext of fiction and make you believe that the characters are your real life friends instead. I know it feels bad and you are heartfelt when you notice that what you are reading is just another chapter from a lifeless book! So many times you have to make yourself understand - it's not real, and at times you need...

मृगजळ असमंतामध्ये , वेडे मन घेई धाव त्याकडे ! कळेना त्यास , त्यात आहेत फक्त खोट्या माया , कोण समजावेल त्याला स्वप्नभंग राहणारच ढगाआड ! अश्याच एका रिंगणात अडकलेली मी , भावनांच्या पेचात कोणास ठाऊक कधी गुंतले मी ! मनात कल्लोळ , डोक्यात विचार , निघून आले बरंच लांब , बघत होती वादळ शमण्याची वाट , जशी चातकास असते पावसाची वाट ! लक्षातच आले नाही मला , भरतीच्या वेळी अथांग समुद्रात मदतीला येतात क्वचितच हात ! मुळात नसतेच कोणी सारखे , जसे हातावरची बोटं पाच , पुढचे पायुल कुठे टाकायचे कोण ठरवेल आपल्यापेक्षा अजून छान ! स्वतःमध्येच एवढे गुरफटत गेले मी , विसरूनच गेले की प्रत्येक जण झुंजत असतो आपल्या मृगजळासह स्तब्धपणे , मुळात एकटी नाहीच मी !