सूर्य कलला, उन्हं उतरली.
दिवसाच्या मजुरीचे पैसे हाती पडले, अन् तिच्या डोळ्यासमोर भरल्यापोटी झोपलेली कच्चीबच्ची आली…..
Author: Adi Sathe
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Something about hate…
Actually, I was reluctant to talk about all these hate crimes, riots, murders and other violent events in recent past. But today I just couldn’t stop myself from penning my thoughts. There had been series of events like murders of ‘The Voice’ singers, the massacre at Orlando, USA in past month. Even in India, we every now and then read and see about such incidents. Let it be Dadri lynching case or Kairana exodus. I don’t get why there is hatred of this magnitude just because of the difference of opinions.
Every morning, if I open the newspaper, I feel it’s all painted in red. Every page of a newspaper is covered with hate stories, thefts, murders, blasts, rapes and what not. As if its mandate for them to print such negativity otherwise their print license will be revoked. Hardly one or two good news about some good deeds of people, or some updates about art and culture happening around the city pops up in some corner of the paper. These pieces of good news are shown in such a neglected way that most of the time they get passed un-noticed.
On the other hand, digital media is busy managing their TRPs by conducting controversial debates for hours shouting and pointing fingers at each other. Social media is flooded with newly appointed judges of “social media justice system” proving the accused guilty without even thinking twice. Everywhere is the battle of opinions, views, beliefs, and faiths.
Hate is one of the basic human feelings, no one can deny that. But nowadays it has grown exponentially. Sometimes I feel that it is actually a plot of some sci-fi movie where some supervillain is controlling human minds and provoking all this hatred. How can someone hate to this degree that killings and massacres can be thought as a way to deal with a situation. Just because I don’t like your way of thinking or the way you feel about something has become the cause of murder. I am clueless about from where this extreme hatred comes. It appears that violence has taken the official way of expressing one’s hatred about something. Some lunatics will keep brainwashing young minds to use them as their ladder for power.
Some years before this hatred was almost limited to vandalization of property or occasional scuffles between groups of different opinions. But nowadays’ no one talks anything other than taking the life out of human body. It is really disturbing. Most of the time its provoked by some controversial statements by influential people. Social media and digital media blows it out of proportion and it spreads like wildfire.
We all are part of this vicious circle, either a victim of hatred or haters. We just need to take a deep breath and introspect about this. Let’s just be calm and think again.
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मुखवटे
मध्यंतरी असेच युट्यूब वर काही व्हिडीओ बघता बघता माईमींग च्या काही क्लिप्स बघितल्या. थोड्या विनोदी अंगानी मूकपणे अनेक मुद्द्यांवर भाष्य करण्याची ही कला मनात घर करून गेली. पण ते मुखवटे माझ्या डोक्यात एक वेगळाच धागा सोडून गेले. खरंच आपलं मन कशावरून कशाचा विचार करेल हे सांगणं अगदी अशक्य आहे. इतक्या विनोदी गोष्टी बघतानापण मनात कुठेतरी खोल रोजच्या जीवनात आपल्या आजूबाजूला दिसणाऱ्या असंख्य मुखवट्यांचा विचार मनात घोळत होता. प्रत्येक जण आपल्या चेहेऱ्यावर कसला न कसला मुखवटा घालूनच सारीकडे वावरत असतो.
अगदी शाळा कॉलेजातल्या मुला मुलींपासून साठी-सत्तरीकडे झुकलेल्या वयस्कर लोकांपर्यंत सारेच आपापले मुखवटे सांभाळत लगबगीनी वावरत असतात. जाणते झाल्यापासूनच हा मुखवटा चेहेऱ्यावर ओढून फिरताना कसले मणामणाचं अदृश्य ओझंच खांद्यावरून वाहून नेत असतात. या मुखवट्यांमुळे समाजात निर्माण झालेल्या आपल्या प्रतिमेला सांभाळण्याचे ओझे. नं जाणो चुकून मुखवटा बाजूला झाला अन् आत लपवलेलं ते निरागस मुल खुद्कन हसून बाहेर आलं तर? नाही नकोच. कल्पनाच नको.
वयाची अमुक एक वर्ष झाली की तुम्ही कायम गंभीरच राहायला हवे. त्यातून जर तुम्ही फारच कर्तुत्ववान असाल तर विचारायचीच सोय नाही. जरा कुठे गालावर जास्त हसू उमटले तर गावभर होईल इतके मोठे झाले तरी चारचौघात दात काढून हसतात. नकोच, आपलं मुखवटा घालूनच फिरुयात न. मुखवट्याच्या आड आपण आपलेच असणार. असा विचार करून एकदा मुखवटा चढवला की त्याची इतकी सवय होऊन जाते की त्याच्या आड आपलं स्वतःचं असं काही रूप आहे, अस्तित्व आहे हेच माणूस विसरून जातो. समाजासाठी ओढलेला मुखवटा मग हळूहळू घरात पण येतो आणि ते निरागस मुल जणू त्या मुखवट्याआड कैद होऊन जातं.
जिथे मोकळेपणानी हसण्याचीच चोरी होते तिथे संगीत, वाचन, नाटक-सिनेमे शहरात लागलेली प्रदर्शनं यांचा आनंद घेणं वगैरे तर दुरचीच गोष्ट झाली. साधा रोजचा बाजार करतानासुद्धा चार पैश्याची घासाघीस करता येत नाही. खात्री असते, चार शब्द बोलले तर ५-१० रुपये कमी होतील देखील पण नाही. पण नाही. चुकून मुखवटा सरकला तर? त्यापेक्षा सांगतोय त्या किमतीला घ्या अन् मोकळे व्हा. अगदी घरात बायकामुलांबरोबर चहा पिताना देखील कितीही घाई असली तरी कपानीच प्यायचा. भले तोंड पोळलं तरी चालेल मुखवटा उतरता कामा नये. बशीत चहा ओतून फुर्र्कन पिण्यात पण एक मजा आहे हे सारेच विसरलेत.
चार क्षण तो मुखवटा द्यावा फेकून अन् या छोट्या छोट्या गोष्टीतला आनंद लुटावा असं कधीच वाटत नाही का यांना. छान कुठलं नाटक लागलेलं असतं थेटरात, कधी एखादी मैफिल असते, इच्छा पण असते हे सगळं सगळं करायची पण पुन्हा भीती तीच. खरंच द्या फेकून तो मुखवटा एकदा न मग बघा जगण्यात किती मजा आहे. विश्वास दाभोळकरच्या आयुष्यात आलेला “एक उनाड दिवस” तुमच्याही आयुष्यात येउदेत एकदा.
Image courtesy: Living London Life
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Aaj ka gyan by SundayBaba bhaag 1
Exibit A: looks
Exibit B: wealth
Exibit C: power
Exibit D: controlThat’s all what one wants to #showoff
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Reborn
It was an easy day for me, set routine continued till that moment. Exactly at the time of my daily evening coffee, it happened. It made me break my routine and go out of the way. It was a day of awakening. I was following this routine ever since I joined ‘Globalcorpo’ ten years before. I dedicated most of my time to my work and it paid off. In last ten years, I rose in rank and was sitting in General Manager’s cabin, refurbished as per my taste.
When I look back, I found those days very robotic. Even though responsibilities changed, it was same programmed routine for years. I got absorbed in ‘Globalcorpo’ through campus selection in last year of my graduation. I had a job in hand even before my degree. That day I was so happy but so lonely. There was not a soul around me to share my joy. I was introvert since I can remember. I never knew my parents, was not able to make any friends. I got bullied in school. I was getting high on anger and I diverted that to my studies and worked hard. That hardship got paid off that day.
On the joining day of this new job, one routine got replaced by other and I kept myself busy in work. I was famous as a workaholic in the office. On that day, I was busy in various routine meetings about managing my unit of the highly reputed multinational company. But every day I made sure that I will have my coffee break by the large window exactly at the same time. This coffee break used to be my stress-buster. My secretary brought my coffee in my cabin and returned to her desk. I was sitting in my window, looking down on the road. I was about to take the first sip, and Bang!!!!! Followed by the ear-tearing scratching sound of breaks. It was so sudden and swift many of them could not even react to what was happening. I froze. I froze in a shock.
In a flash, it was over for them. All I can feel was the numb silence, that eternal vacuum. All the red gore on the road, increasing the circle of the crowd, restless honking of ruthless commuters on the road was getting blur. My brain was not ready to process anything.
Right in front of my eyes, the young jovial couple lost their lives in a fraction of a second. And I was sitting in my air conditioned office, 40-50 feet above all. That evening changed my perception of this height. Earlier when I used to look down on the road, I used feel supremacy. But that day, I was just stunned. Even for realising my meagreness in front of the harsh reality of death I needed some time. It took me a couple of days to digest happenings of that evening.
That day, I experienced the uncertainty which changed my entire view towards the life. For the first time in my life, I was breaking the walls I built around me. First time I felt the urge to let someone in, I desired to share my joy with someone. I wanted to make others happy. After years, I strongly felt the need of a friend. One fine day, I took the decision. I packed my bags and left everything behind and set out for finding my soul. I went on the journey of finding my joy. I worked with many organizations one after another. I joined my hands with people who was working to make this earth greener, I tried my skills of bamboo artwork with tribes of North Eastern Indians. And finally, I am settled with these bunch of kids in a remote area in southern Maharashtra.
I joined the NGO working for educating the kids in the rural area. And finally, here I found my passion. Today you see me so lively, enthusiastic and happy to help in this remote village. It’s all because of that one helpless moment when I was looking down at his ruthless and cruel deed. I live in this remote village in Maharashtra, trying to teach these kids. But many times these tribal people amaze me in their unique perspective about some particular event. We have so much fun in our teaching and learning activities. Our roles get exchanged many times. We roam around the jungles learning nature’s ways. We observe wildlife. Enjoy fresh produce we grow in our small school backyard. Today I enjoy my new life, taught by this loving nature. For us, every day is a celebration. A celebration of life, a celebration of joy…
Image credit : Tattoo Tribes
