Wednesday 5 February 2014

Friend - A wonderful gift


 
I was supposed to write this in August, the month of friendship, but somehow couldn’t do it, anyway.
My cousin “Minu” gave me a book “The Ultimate Gift”. Some of you might have read it; there is even an English film based on it. It is a wonderful story about a young guy “Jason” who inherits ten gifts or say ten lesson from his uncle “Red”.  One of the ten gifts Jason receives is “The Gift of Friends”.

As Red rightly said “friend is a word that is thrown around far too easily by people that don’t know the meaning of it. Today people call everyone they know their friend”. Red gives Jason a task to find out the principle that underlies true friendship. The principle underlying friendship, Jason could think of is, it involve loyalty, commitment and a process that include sharing another person’s life, it is difficult to put in words but only with an example that Red shared with Jason.
Once Red gets very sick and his kidney needs to be replaced. Sadly they can’t find a kidney donor. Red Stevens almost lost hope till someone offers his kidney. It was his friend Mr. Hamilton. Jason moved by what his uncle told him. Red Stevens adds that not all friends can do what Hamilton has done for him. Red found ultimate gift of friend who can even shred a part of body to save one’s friend.

I closed the book and took a dive into overflowing wave of thoughts. A scanner started scanning my all friends. Wow what a wonderful friends I have. Friends who cares, who advises, who are multiplier of good times and divisors of bad times, who strengthen me indicating my strength,  who put me on right track showing weakness, who are always there when I need them. Fun time needs no invitation when they are around. They are my guide to some most magnificent eatery of the town, a superb companion who doesn’t need Ajinomoto to add a zing to food. Nautical miles are always short to keep our friendship at distant.  Though I got a small list of friends but a precious gift I will treasure all my life. It’s you!
Ok to give you a hint of my friends, a friend with whom I talk almost every day, friend without whom our ‘dil chahata hai’ ‘tikadi’ (trio) is incomplete, Mr R, friend I got from Mahur, un-saint friend, a bold lady friend, pj friend, friend with whom I like to go on lunches, friend in US who knows me better, friend in Germany who do not miss a chance to encourage, a ganapati visarjan friend, a friend I meet occasionally but who always brings me an ear to ear smile.

Scanner revealed some precious jewels, but point in question is who can take place of Mr. Hamilton for me. Immediately it showed face of my brother. Unquestionably! After my father he stepped into his role but more so as a friend. Most of the times, we see our thoughts rising on two poles of earth, but definitely he is the sunlight enabling fruition of my life.
Delighted with result, I asked scanner to check jewel box, do I have more than one Mr. Hamilton. Going back and forth scanner stopped at one face, for sake convenience let’s name him as Mr. R. I always have lots of complaint against R but I could understand why scanner stopped here. R understands me so well that I can open up myself without any need to prove me. But there are few incidents which I believe put R in the position of Mr. Hamilton.

I was on one of my initial bank audits in another town. They (bank) wanted to impede scrutiny of books so started harassing me. They started putting undue pressure to complete audit in 2 days which was almost impossible. I needed someone who can help me out of situation. I inquired my other friends but they were busy in their own audits. Losing all my hopes I asked R if he can come. He instantaneously realized my situation and came with next available bus. It was a kind of life saving help. We could finish our work properly within time. In another incident I caught chickenpox just before my final exams. It became certain that I will miss my exams. R suggested me to give exams whatever may be the situation. He stayed with me during this whole period, encouraging me all the time.  My attempt was not successful and chickenpox trapped R also but he never regretted his action. There are many other incidents where he showed his support with all “Tan, Man, Dhan” which I know was the reason for scanner to stop on R.
All the way we need not only the moon but also stars to get the directions in darkness of night.  I’m very lucky that sheet of my life is studded with stars along with some moons around. But greed to have some more moons never get settled, could you be the one?
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As informed you earlier this brings the end of first season of my blogging. Sooner or later will try to bring you season 2. Thanks for visiting my blog, sharing your thoughts and encouraging me.

Cheers!
Mohit




Friday 6 December 2013

Golden Memories

By the time I bring you next post "Friend - A wonderful gift", chill out with these wonderful memories of past

Ek Chidiya Anek Chidiya
 


 Lalitaji - Ravi bête


 Doordarshan tune


Jungle Jungle Baat Chali Hai



Yeh Jo Hai Zindagi

Sunday 27 October 2013

Rickshaw Run




Sometime back Gautham sent me a link with subject “Reminded me of you while looking at this”. As I clicked the link my eyes widened in excitement. Primarily it was “the adventurist” website but the link was to “Rickshaw Run” a recurring event organised by group.

The Rickshaw Run is an event where teams drive Auto Rickshaws along various routes across India. The Rickshaw Run takes place every 6 months with a summer and winter edition. The route changes each time but starts from the finishing point of the previous run. Initially the route just included India but by the second Run teams were going through Nepal.

The Rickshaw is a vehicle designed to transport light loads over small distances on paved roads, making it a challenge to cover long distances. Each team consists of one rickshaw and between one and four drivers. There is no set route and no support is given; only start and end point are defined to be covered in two weeks. The route length range from 2000 to 3500 km usually covers length or breadth of India now included Nepal.

Here is the link for your eyes to pop up Rickshaw Run

Gautham knows me well. He knows that inside I am a crazy person who loves to do adventurous things and therefore the subject line. My life is much beyond my work. I love to live life with excitement and ecstasy. Of late a mist covered my excitement and liveliness making it is invisible. But the link from Gautham reminds me of myself.    

I love to travel secluded places of India and do the things as inhabitants do.The route in the video is passionate, it goes to very interior of India, it takes untraveled routes which are unknown to us and they meet people who are unfamiliar to us, exciting my nervous system to take a dip into rally.  

I like most two things about Americans (I mean people from west) 
1) They live life their own way doing all what they want to do and 
2) They give their 100% to whatever they are doing.

This is the reason you see them doing many of our things much better than we do for example Yoga, wearing Indian dress or even doing Puja or Samadhi. Ancient India had these qualities which somehow we lost and still losing while copying west.

In no specific order my list of such few things which I want to do and accompanied by

1) Living 3-7 days as a Sevak at Shegoan Gajanan Maharaj temple - Alone
2) Vipashyana course at Igatpuri - Alone or may be with Ram (friend) 
3) An outdoor camping - All friends
4) A ride of Shakuntala Express - All friends

What’s on your list?

Cheers!!!

Mohit

PS: I would love to spend my time doing things for welfare of earth and human being

Sunday 1 September 2013

A wonderful prayer in Marathi

Recently I come across this wonderful prayer in Marathi. If you understand Marathi, you will enjoy it, but even if you don't understand by reading below lyrics text and meaning I am sure you will like it.
 


OR click here to listen from Saavn (new window iwill open)

Marathi
English
Meaning
तुझ्या पायरीशी कुणी सान थोर न्हाई
साद सुन्या काळजाची तुझ्या कानी जाई
Tujhya paayarishi kuni saan thor nhai


Saad sunya kaaljachi tujhya kaani jaai
All are equal at your doorstep...


Only you can listen to the elegy of a lonely heart
हे.. तरी देवा सरना ह्यो भोग कशापाई
हरवली वाट दिशा अंधरल्या धाई
Hey.. Tari deva sara na yo bhog kasha pai


Haravali waat disha andharalya dhaai
Then why doesn't the suffering end, my Lord?


The path is lost, darkness engulfs all directions..
ववळुनी उधलतो जीव माया बापा
वानवा ह्यो उरी पेटला

Vavaluni udhalato jeev maya baapa

Vanava hyo uri petala….
Fear grips and ravages me, O father…


There is a forest-fire raging in my heart
खेळ मांडला ..खेळ मांडला ..
खेळ मांडला .. देवा ..
खेळ मांडला ..
Khel Mandala, Khel Mandala…
khel mandala, Deva…

Khel Mandala!
The game is set, O Lord, the game is set...
सांडली रीत भात घेतला वसा तुझा
तूच वाट दाखीव खेळ मांडला
डाआवी देवा पैईल पार पाठीशी तू रा उभा
ह्यो तुझ्याच उंबर्यात खेळ मांडला

Sandaliga reetbhat ghetla vasa tujha
Tuch vaat dakhiv ga khel mandala
Daavi deva pail paar paathishi tu raha ubha
Yo tujhyach umbaryat khel mandala
We have forsaken all traditions and took your oath
You have to show us the way, for the game is now set..
Stand by us in all circumstances, O God...
For we have set the game in your courtyard...


हे उसवाला गाणा गोत सार आधार कोणाचा न्हाई
भेगलल्या भुई पर जीना अंगार जीवाला जाळी

Hey… Usavala ganagot saara, Aadhar kunacha nhai
Bhegaalalya bhooi pari jeena angaar jeevala jaali
The fabric of my relationships is all unwoven, there is no one I can rely on...
Flaming hot coals burn my body, as if the sun scalds the barren cracked earth
बल दे झुंज़ायला कीरपेची ढाल दे
विनवती पंचा प्राण जेव्हारात ताल दे

Bala de zhunjaayala kirpechi dhaal de
Inaveeti pancha praan, jeevarhat taal de
Give me the strength to fight, and the shield of compassion…
I ask for mercy, please give me the rhythm of your soul
करपाल रान देवा जलाल शिवार
तरी न्हाई धीर सांडला
खेळ मांडला
Karapala raan deva, Jalala shivaar
tari nhai dheer sandala... 
Khel mandala...
The forest has burnt to ashes, and the farm is ablaze...
Even then I haven't lost hope, my Lord, for the game is set...



Credits

Film
Natrang (Marathi, 2010)
Music
Ajay- Atul
Lyrics
Guru Thakur
Singer
Ajay Gogavale
Translation
S Wagh

Coming up in next posts "Rickshaw run" and "Friend - A wonderful gift"

Cheers!

Mohit