Encounters with Reality

Naneghat once more These are the days when I have started thinking that purposeless acitivities are waste. So it includes trekking just for the fun. However, this time instead of obeying my reasoning, according wish of my friend, I went to Naneghat, one more time. I was not that fit for the trek. Somehow, such unfit situations are more inviting to perform than all is well situations. Therefore, I consoled myself that I will be able to do this. When I sat in the bus, I was feeling sleepy and feeling misplaced as my trek partners are continously talking. Nevertheless, since there was no place to sit, we all were standing and somehow I started talking with others. I was bored in bus journey this time, feeling inside that I am wasting my time and somehow I have wrong company. These thoughts soon vanished when I started walking towards aim. Every time I feel same thrill at the start. Those two peaks, one looking like thumb and other just a broad piece of stone, are stan...

नशीबास "कर हवे तेवढे वार" म्हणालो "मानणार ना कधी मी हार" म्हणालो केला सौदा संकटान्सवे आणि व्यथेला "खुशाल यावे उघडे आहे दार" म्हणालो खेळवून मज नियती अखेर जेव्हा दमली डाव नवा मांडून तिला "तैयार" म्हणालो रिचवून सारे तुडुंब प्याले अपमानाचे दगाबाज दु:खालाही "आभार" म्हणालो कुबेर आला दारी म्हणाला माग हवे ते.. हसून त्याला "केवळ खांदे चार" म्हणालो रडलो नाही.. लढलो, भिडलो आयुष्याल राखेतुनही उठलो अन "यल्गार" म्हणालो - गुरू ठाकुर

That’s why I hide, Myself as a poet.. My poem is for me, Mother, love and friend… But you look at them As a thing to buy, And then throw some pieces Of praise or criticize No, that’s not the only reason.. My poem is not so fragile, To be worried of Flowers or throngs.. But, How can I share my breaths with someone, How can someone else live on my heartbeats How can I borrow Someone’s feet to walk My road undefined. And, When I get lost within My own boundries, Who will tell me Where my sky is, If not my poem….

I searched myself, I defined myself as one of those, then one of different those and keep defined. then, on one fine day, I found, I am yet undefined. that made me happy then, but being not defined is against the rules of this world. people probed me, as if, I am the one with sin. they showed how happy they are, being part of borrowed self. I laughed... then I put myself, in the roads of dry reasoning, enigmatic spiritualities. that made me drunk for time being, yet, on next morning, i was all alone. I seek my reflection, on the ever flowing river of crowd around me. I checked whether I am structured by friends around me. but, no luck, friend, I am yet an unresolved puzzle. I am missing piece of jigsaw set. No meaning, assumptions here. else is game, played for the fun. watch if you wish, else you can play. but don't ask me, what it is? because, no meaning, assumptions here.

pale sky and stale sun, mark these days when frustration fills air. chaos is what i smell around and i see, humans disappearing fast from this city of manipulation. foul theories, crack philosophies, cowards rule fort and hypocrites preach religion of tolerances. i feel, i should walk on the road, and seek if there remains few who can yet sing, laugh, cry and live on their own wish. celebrated deaths of modernized media but in my ears, songs of distant deaths echoed. deaths of those who are unknown to this city deaths of those who unlucky not to be dead by bullet. 'homo sepians' around me worry for fears that are certain uncertainties of life and they try to live prescribed by those who are just simulating themselves. i am leaving my friend, this search of hypothesis it is mirage for me. i will walk away, and may you remember, some poems used to live in this city....

this started from bomb and firing news. it is not knew for this city, but every time i feel that some reaction is due for this terrorist activities and bla bla... but why do I think that these terrorist activities are 'bad' or 'not desirable'? is it because I am patriotic? is it because I am concerned about human beings dying in these activities? i think any of these reasons is not strong enough to justify reaction. but then there is no justification for terrorism too. it is easy to see that nation, society, family, community, cast are artificial identities. but somehow, since these identities are forced on group of human beings for so many years, they form a cushion over real identity of being oneself. rules of society are designed in a manner that one has to deal with these identities. so one can easily get in the illusion of these identities having some fundamental meaning. but some thought can easily take to the end of seeing these identities nothing but c...

So far, so good! I am yet in great dilemma to decide which is going to be force that will design my path? i feel some thirst for knowledge, but I can't enjoy labeling some churning of data, or putting one's own perspective on some uncertain event and terming it as understanding. but even true knowledge is searched, it is gained, what if one realizes that it is going to be impotent? what if one realizes that all piles of knowledge about particular subject are not going to make difference of smallest scale to one who actually undergoes the even about which knowledge is concerned? this troubles, this hurts and more than it, it makes me to think am I doing what? a impact less search of knowledge or am I executing chain of actions to whom I haven't given any minute of analysis. It is very easy to say that knowledge and action should be combined. but there is one very crucial point which is encountered by all those who try to make this fusion. as one seeks knowledge, he reali...