Author: Adi Sathe

  • श्रावण

    सोबतीला श्रावण घेऊन,
    भिजत आलीस दारात,
    उनही आणले आहेस,
    बांधून थोडे पदरात..

    केस झटकतांना जणू तू,
    सडा घातलास अंगणात,
    दार उघडताच लगबगीने,
    आलीस तू घरात..

    पदरचे ऊन मग गजऱ्यात गुंफून,
    माळलेस तू केसांत.
    चिंब ओलेते रूप तुझे
    साठवले मी डोळ्यात..

    Sōbatīlā śrāvaṇa ghē'ūna,
bhijata ālīsa dārāta,
unahī āṇalē āhēsa,
bāndhūna thōḍē padarāta..

Kēsa jhaṭakatānnā jaṇū tū,
saḍā ghātalāsa aṅgaṇāta,
dāra ughaḍatāch lagabagīnē,
ālīsa tū gharāta..

Padarachē ūna maga gajaṟyāta gumphūna,
māḷalēsa tū kēsānta.
Chimba ōlētē rūpa tujhē
sāṭhavalē mī ḍōḷyāta..

    Rough translation (non-poetic)

     

    Drenched in the Shravan rains,

    you come to my door,
    oh, you also brought some sunshine,
    wrapped under your saree’s padar (pallu),
    As you flick your drenched hair,
    you sprinkled my courtyard,
    you got in the house quickly,
    soon I opened the door.
    You wove the sunshine into a gajra,
    and put it in your hair.
    I stare at your drenched beauty,
    to store it in my eyes.

     

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  • Absolute Khushwant – A Book Review

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    It has been a busy month so far. I just shifted to a new place and was busy in settling down in my new home. When I was putting my books on the shelf, I realised that I had piled up lots of half-read books in the past few months. So I put myself on a new mission to finish these books before I pick up any new book from my ‘yet TBR’ pile.

    One of the books in that half-read pile was Absolute Khushwant. I had picked it up when I was traveling from Nashik to Pune as my ‘one for the road’ book. But I had barely managed to read very few pages; thanks to the bumpy ride of the under construction highway. As I reached Pune, the book got sidelined and joined the others in ‘half-read’ pile. I am fascinated by his way of writing so I decided to finish this book before any other book.

    This is my first book of Khushwant Singh. I have not read any of his works, not even his weekly columns which used to get published in some Indian newspapers. But the rawness with which he pens his thoughts just holds you till the last word. This simplicity and frankness always touch your heart even if you disagree with his views.

    In this book, this 96 old guy writes very frankly on almost all of the aspects of human life. He opens the dialogue, by telling us how he feels about being old. In the later pages, he opens up about his views on sex, love and marriages. He talks about his relationship with his wife Kaval and the rough patch in their marriage. He also writes about his worries, insecurities and much more.

    He then moves on to the people he came across in his life, few he liked, he respected and some whom he trashed with his pen. He had trashed the religious fundoos (his word for fundamentalists) from all the religions including his own with harsh strokes of his pen. He took a strong stand against Bhindranwale for which he was on their hit list for years. He shares his views about politics, terrorism and the riots of 1984.

    Even being agnostic himself, he writes elaborately on various religious scriptures and what he finds good in them. There is a long piece on Sikh community in the book along with one on the city of Delhi. Khushwant shares his love for Urdu language and especially for Urdu poetry, where he tells us how he enjoyed translating works of great poets in English and his favorites amongst those legends.

    As the book comes to an end, topics of his essays turn philosophical like destiny, luck, faith in humanity, etc. He aptly concludes the journey on the point of death. He shares how the death’s of his family members which he witnessed at a tender age affected him, and now at the age of 96 how he expects to put the full stop to his journey, and then he signs off with his remarks on himself.

    Overall a good read. I liked his style, the rawness of thoughts, no sugar coating and being straightforward. Now I am looking forward to reading more of his work. I would rate it 3.5/5. I would recommend you this book if you are interested in non-fiction short writings.

    Paperback: 200 pages

    Publisher: Penguin India (17 August 2010)

    Language: English

    ISBN-10: 0143068717

    ISBN-13: 978-0143068716

    Product Dimensions: 15.5 x 2.2 x 19.6 cm

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  • बारीश और तुम #३

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    धुँवाधार बारिश है ये, थमने का कुछ नाम नही,
    पहाडोसे बिछड़नेपर, शायद फुटके रो रही।

    हम तुम भी तो बिछड़े है, महीनोसे ना मिल पाए,
    इन बरसते बादलसीही, क्या तुमभी बेहाल हो?

    जब हवा बादल उड़ा लाई, तबसे ये है जान गए,
    मुलाकात अब पहाड़की, अगले साल ही नसीब है।

    ये कंबख्त नौकरी जब, दूरी हममें डालती है,
    आहे तुम भी भरती होगी, जुदाई बड़ी लम्बी है।

    पानी छोड़ो हल्के होलो, झटसे फिर ऊपर जाएंगे,
    शायद बादलोने सोचा हो, क्या ये फिजिक्स पढ़े है?

    तुमभी यूँही सब करती हो, बससे सफर जब चालू हो,
    समान छोड़ू, उतर जाऊ, लेने आओ  कहती हो।

    बादल और पहड़की ये, कहानी सदियोंकी है,
    सालाना जब बारिश हो तब, बादलकी शक्ल रोनी है।

    ये बादल जब रोते है, मन उदास हो जाता है,
    तुमसे फिरसे मिलनेमे, अबभी दो माह बाकी है।

  • बारीश और तुम #२

    कल रातकी बारिश कुछ बूंदे छोड गयी है, वहा खिडकीकी चौखटपर ,
    मेरी कलाई की घडी मे फसी तुम्हारे कुर्तेके कुछ रेशमी धागों जैसी।

    मेरे कंधेपे सर रखकर अपनी उँगलिसे मेरे सिनेपे तुमने जो लिखे थे,
    वो अल्फाज अपने नाजुक हाथोंमें समेटे, देखो वो पल घूम रहे है मेरे इर्दगिर्द।

    जालीम हवा झोका कुछ बुंदोंको चौखटसे गिराकर गया है अभी अभी,
    जैसे वक़्तकी टिकटीकाती सुइयोंने बडी बेरेहेमीसे तुम्हे मेरे बाहोंसे छीना था।

    कुछ और भी बूंदे शायद शहिद हो जाती उस बेरहम हवा के झोंकेसे,
    पर तुम्हारी यादोंकी तरह उन्हें भी बचा लिया है मैंने।
    खिड़किया जो बंद करली है मैंने कमरेकी, और दिल की भी।

  • बारीश और तुम #१

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    हर पल जब असमान से कुछ बुंदे मेरे उपर गिरती है,
    दिल के किसीं कोनेसे तुम्हारी आवाज आती है।

    मेरा गिला बदन तुम्हारी यादोसे मेहेकता है,
    मानो महिनोसे झुलसे हुए मिट्टीपे पेहेली बारिश गिरी है।

    कभी बिजली कडकती है, और मै भी थोडा कांपता हू,
    मेहसूस करता हू, जैसे तुम कांपके मुझसे पिहली बरसात मे लिपटी थी।

    तुम्हारा गीला बदन, अभिभी मुझपे ओढे इस खिडकी मे खडा हू,
    रसोईसे आती गर्म कॉफी की खुशबू आज भी तुम्हारेही पसंदकी है।

    खुले खिडकिसे कोई बुंदे जब मुझ पे आंके गिरती है,
    तो दिल की किसीं गेहराईसे तुम्हारी आवाज आती है।

  • Zero Hour

    32385700640_ce730110ab_k-840x420It was around 2130 hours, Major Vikram rallied the bravo company around him to prepare for an ambush. Everyone on the team was already briefed and was aware of their role in the mission in the evening. Intel was heavy and solid this time. Group of insurgents was mobilizing in the forests on the other side of the border. It was moonless night, perfect opportunity to cross the border. Everyone on the border posts was alert. Major and his team at their base were getting ready, communications were getting double checked.

    Major and his team at their base were getting ready, communications were getting double checked. Ammunition was loaded in a set pattern, supplies were checked. Final cleaning and assembly of their weapons of choice completed. Soon the table was cleared of all backpacks, ammo, and weapons. Major came forward and a map of the area was unfurled on the table.

    Major re-briefed the plan. The border was sealed any way at every post. Every pair of eyes was vigilant for movements across the border. Strategically a gap was created in the border detail to serve as a funnel. Right across the gap, there was an open patch, big enough to dig the graves of all insurgents. Surrounded by all sorts of covers and high ground, as if they were created for this ambush only. Major had done the recce and identified the position of his troops. All the birds knew their nests. Everyone had already memorized the details of every cover and open grounds in the zone. their minds have carried out the action already in the mind space. Routine night petrol was going to be there on the regular schedule. Major asked if anyone have a doubt, none responded. Heads nodded and gathering dispersed.

    Everyone was keeping their calm and there was pin drop silence. The only thing you could here was ticks of the clocks which team had already synced together at re-briefing. Radio came to life and chattered about the routine petrol communications. Everyone in the company sprang on their toes. Bravo company was cleared to start setting the ambush. Zero hour has started.

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    Today is the last day of A to Z challenge with Blogchatter, day 26. Z is for “Zero hour”. You can find my other posts from this challenge here.

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