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अरे हो बी, आर्चीव मधे आहे ही कविता. मी पाहिलीच नाही.
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| | Monday, January 16, 2006 - 5:53 pm: |
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Continued in next post...
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Neelu_n
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| | Wednesday, February 08, 2006 - 3:31 pm: |
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नुकतीच वाचनात आलेली एक कविता
दैनंदिन
आज पुन्हा वेळेवर उठलो
(बहुधा माझा अलार्म झाला आहे.)
दाढी करता-करता आरसा म्हणाला,
"सारे काही स्मूथ चालले आहे ना रे?"
मीही आणिक कलोन हसलो.
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आज पुन्हा नेहमीप्रमाणे
सिग्नलवरच्या मध्ययुगातिल म्हातारीला
इग्नोअर केले
(हळवे होणे कमजोरीचे लक्षण असते.)
धूळ झटकली सभ्यपणे ऍलन सोलीची
निर्मनुष्य झालो, पुढे निघालो
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ऑफ़िसमध्ये आल्याआल्या
माझ्या सहकारी इग़्जेक्युटिव भिकारड्यांना
पाहुन स्मितलो
हायहलोने चेहेरे पुसले
मग याद्या केल्या
"कुणाकुणाला भेटायाचे"
(ज्यांना भेटावे वाटत नाही असेच सारे)
"कुणाकुणाशी बोलायाचे"
(उत्तर देणाऱ्या यंत्राचे बरेच असते)
"टकाकटकटक" टकटकणारी बोटे
धावत सुटली
(अम्हा फिरविसी जगदीशा)
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आज पुन्हा या तिन्हिसांजेच्या उदास छाया
खुणावल्या नाहीत मलाही
(पण उदास होण्यापरी काहीही नव्हते,
ऐसेही नाही)
आज पुन्हा मग
मी माझ्या केबिनच्या त्या प्रशस्तश्या आकाशामधुनी
झेप घेतली रस्त्यावरती
अंगावरती येणाऱ्या वारुळातली मी मुंगी झालो
(मावळलेल्या सूर्याला तेव्हा
आम्ही मुंग्यांनी गिळले होते)
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आज पुन्हा मी निजण्याआधी हिशेब केला
कामे कुठली झाली, राहिली कोणती
केबलटीवीवाल्याचेही पैसे चुकते झाले
लॉंड्रीमधले कपडे आले
इत्यादी, इत्यादी
इत्यादी, इत्यादी
पण,
राहुन गेले एक काम नेहमीप्रमाणे
जगता आले नाही
कारण,
तेच पुराणे
वेळ मिळाला नाही
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श्री. बैरागी
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Maanus
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| | Saturday, February 25, 2006 - 2:48 am: |
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रेनकोट ची original कथा इथे वाचा. मस्त आहे
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Dhruv1
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| | Wednesday, March 08, 2006 - 7:11 am: |
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महिला दिनाचे निमीत्त....
हे वाचा
http://www.esakal.com/today/home20.html
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Mahaguru
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| | Wednesday, April 12, 2006 - 5:55 am: |
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पुर्वी एक 'अधांतरी' नावाची कविता वाचनात आली होती. ती कविता कोणाची आहे? त्यांचे काही contact details असतील तर कृपया कळवा. धन्यवाद
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Bee
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| | Wednesday, April 12, 2006 - 8:17 am: |
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महागुरु, आधी कविता वाचायला द्या. मग कवीचे नाव शोधता येईल 
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Mahaguru
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| | Monday, April 17, 2006 - 5:13 am: |
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बी , ती कविता इथे आहे..
http://rclsgi.eng.ohio-state.edu/~tambe/VTT/Kavita/adhantari.htm
/cgi-bin/hitguj/show.cgi?tpc=103385&post=381681#POST381681
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Maudee
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| | Monday, June 12, 2006 - 11:42 am: |
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आज एक मेल आलेलं. मला ते फ़ार आवडलं. touching होतं इथे देत आहे.
There was a blind guy who used to hate everyone except his
Galfriend........he always used to say that I"ll marry you if i could see !!
suddenly one day some one donated him eyes.......and then when he saw his
galfriend......he was astonished to see that his galfriend was also blind........
His galfriend then asked...WILL YOU MARRY ME NOW ? he simply refused..........
His galfriend went away saying....JUST TAKE CARE OF MY EYES !!
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touching, maidii, mast kiti lihit asates... changale aahe aamhaalaa vaachaayalaa milate...!!!
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Bee
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| | Tuesday, June 13, 2006 - 7:57 am: |
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माउदी, छान आहे खरचं.. शेवटी धक्काच बसला..
तुझ्या नावाचा अर्थ काय आहे?
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Maudee
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| | Tuesday, June 13, 2006 - 8:37 am: |
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धन्यवाद लोपा आणि बी
बी,
माझे नाव माऊडी असे आहे.
आणि नावाचा अर्थ as such काही विशेष नाही.
माऊ म्हणजे मांजर.
हे नाव accept नाही केलं मायबोलीवर register करताना म्हणुन मी पुढे डी लावला.
(त्या निमित्तने मला माऊलींची(ज्ञानेश्वर माऊली) पण आठवण होते).
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Maudee
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| | Tuesday, June 13, 2006 - 9:50 am: |
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ख़ूप छान आणि positive असं काहीतरी मिळालय.
One day, there was a blind man sitting on the steps of a building with a
hat by his feet and a sign that read: "I am blind, please help".
A creative publicist was walking by him and stopped to observe he only had
a few coins in his hat, he dropped a few more coins in his hat and without
asking for his permission took the sign,turned it around, and wrote
another announcement.
He placed the sign by his feet and left. That afternoon the creative
publicist returned by the blind man and noticed that his hat was full of
bills and coins. The blind man recognized his footsteps and asked if it
was
him who had re-written his sign and he wanted to know what did he write on
it?
The publicist responded: "Nothing that was not true, I just rewrote your
sign differently". He smiled and went on his way.
The blind man never knew but his new sign read : "TODAY IS SPRING AND I
CANNOT SEE IT".
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Moodi
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| | Tuesday, June 13, 2006 - 9:55 am: |
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व्वा! काय सुरेख आहे. माऊडी आधीचा तो संदेश तर फार हृदयस्पर्शी आहे.
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Moodi
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| | Tuesday, June 13, 2006 - 10:02 am: |
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मला आलेले हे मेसेज.
१ : A Doctor's Story
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"
He smiled as he patted my hand and said. She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there are some that come along that have an important message, and this is one of those kind. Just had to share it with you all.
2 : From Caterpillar to Butterfly
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a wonderful old
man who loved everything. Animals, spiders, insects…
One day, while walking through the woods, the nice old man found a
cocoon. Feeling lonely he decided to take the cocoon home to watch
its beautiful transformation from a funny little cocoon to a
beautiful butterfly. He gently placed the cocoon on his kitchen
table, and watched over it for days.
Suddenly, on the seventh day, the cocoon started to move. It moved
frantically. The old man felt sorry for the little butterfly inside
the cocoon. He watched it struggle and struggle and struggle.
Finally, he felt he should do something to relieve the insect of the
torture. With a surgical scalpel he gently slit the cocoon so the
butterfly could emerge.
Just one slice was all that was needed and the butterfly broke free
from its cocoon only to lie in a motionless state. The old man was
shocked. He never realised that the insect would be harmed. "Had I
killed the butterfly?" was his worried response. Then he saw it
moving a little. There was hope. He gently put it back in the cocoon.
The next day, he noticed that the cocoon was moving again. "Wow,"
said the old man, so happy to see the insect moving and moving and
yet struggling and struggling. Finally, the butterfly broke from its
cocoon and stretched its wings out far and wide. Its beautiful wings
were filled with wonderful colours. It looked hither, thither and
took off. What a sight. It was flying, making any number of rounds,
settling on flowers only to take off and land.
That wonderful butterfly flew and flew and soon was out of sight of
the old man. "What joy," the old man exclaimed. "I was only helping
the butterfly in the cocoon. Why did it almost collapse? What wrong
did I do?" He went to the town. He went straight to a library and
read every book he could on butterflies. The answer emerged.
The butterfly has to struggle and struggle in the cocoon. That's how
it gets it strength. That's how they are designed to overcome in
order to be strong and beautiful.
We are all beautiful butterflies; we have our apparent struggles in
life. The more struggles we have, the stronger we emerge.
So, trials and tribulations, difficulties and disasters, we welcome
you, as you build us strong.
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Moodi
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| | Tuesday, July 11, 2006 - 8:31 am: |
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आज गुरुपौर्णिमेनिमित्त मेलमधुन आलेला हा संदेश.
THE LORD'S DIVINE SPORT: "Why did God create this world?" asked
Swami Abhedananda. "If there is a real purpose, then God is not
perfect."
The Master replied humorously, "Ask God Himself why He created this
world! Attain wisdom of the Self, then you will know why God created
this world. You cannot understand it by means of your intellect. You
can understand it only through intuition. This is a transcendental
question. God created this world for the sake of divine sport. The
creation of the world has a purpose. Just as we cannot have the sun
without its rays, so also we cannot have God without the world
process. The world is like His rays. It is His nature. Just as a
juggler produces something and then makes it disappear, so also God
produces the world and makes it disappear. He is omnipotent. To ask
why He created the world is a transcendental question. We will only
be wasting time by discussing it. Before asking this question, ask
about yourself, know who you are, then you will know everything."
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"The Guru is God Himself manifesting in a personal form to guide the
aspirant. Grace of God takes the form of Guru. To see the Guru is to
see God. The Guru is united with God. He inspires devotion in
others. His presence purifies all." - Swami Sivananda
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Maanus
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| | Wednesday, July 12, 2006 - 4:10 am: |
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एक मस्त गाण.
आता Ray Charles च्या जीवनावर वर आधारीत "Ray" नावाचा movie बघत होतो. त्यातले हे एक गाणे. ऐकायला एकदम भारी. कधी chance मिळाला तर हा सिनेमा पन बघा, मस्त आहे.
"I Got a Woman" - Ray Charles 1955.
Its the first song of its kind. mixture of gospel and R&B... I dont know what gospel is, but its something related to church and people in that time didnt like this fact.
Song lyrics....
well
I got a woman way over town that's good to me oh yeah
Say I got a woman way over town good to me oh yeah
She give me money when Im in need
Yeah she's a kind of friend indeed
I got a woman way over town that's good to me oh yeah
She saves her lovin early in the morning just for me oh yeah
She saves her lovin early in the morning just for me oh yeah
She saves her lovin just for me oh she love me so tenderly
I got a woman way over town that's good to me oh yeah
Sax Solo
She's there to love me both day and night
Never grumbles or fusses always treats me right
Never runnin in the streets and leavin me alone
She knows a womans place is right there now in her home
I got a woman way over town that's good to me oh yeah
Say I got a woman way over town that's good to me oh yeah
Oh she's my baby now don't you understand
Yeah and I'm her lover man
I got a woman way over town that's good to me oh yeah
A Don't ya know she's alright
A Don't ya know she's alright
she's alright she's alright
Whoa yeah oh yeah oh
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The Female Of The Species
by Rudyard Kipling
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws -
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the others tale -
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man, a bear in most relations, worm and savage otherwise,
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise;
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger; Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue - to the scandal of the •••!
But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same,
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity - must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions - not in these her honor dwells -
She, the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else!
She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate;
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
She is wedded to convictions - in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him, who denies!
He will meet no cool discussion, but the instant, white-hot wild
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
Unprovoked and awful charges - even so the she-bear fights;
Speech that drips, corrodes and poisons - even so the cobra bites;
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw,
And the victim writhes with anguish - like the Jesuit with the squaw!
So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of abstract justice - which no woman understands.
And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern; shall enthrall but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him and Her instincts never fail,
That the female of Her species is more deadly than the male!
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Aadi_gem
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| | Thursday, July 27, 2006 - 11:04 am: |
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...Please take care of my eyes !
वाचून अंगावर काटा आला.. बाप रे..
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