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The Bright Point........

Kshitij and Jui were cousins by relation but have very nice understanding between them like a real brother and sister. It was just a start of bowing a seed for both of them to select the field in which they are looking forward for their bright future.

     Both were just started the pink days of life (college days) and enjoyed it thoroughly.  Its part of their daily routine to come back home together at about 8 pm after finishing their classes. Its was duty of a little brother to take care of her elder sister and take her back home safely. Kshitij was younger and not eligible to have driving license. That's why he can't drive whenever they were in city while going for the class. But he think of himself a good driver than Jui that's why everyday whenever he sits backside sang.... kaise kaiso ko diya hai (License)(Adnan Sami's album Song)...

      The road journey enjoyment was fulfilled by bullying, singing songs, whistling, etc as the road and the bike are the only companion or you can say the listener to them while returning back to home. This road journey also includes a small patch of Highway. At the end of this highway they had to take a right turn for the further journey for home.

One day, while coming back they were stuck in a traffic on highway. A Big line of trucks, tempos and buses, etc were there and small vehicles are finding out their way to escape from this blockage. We are also part of this game and driving behind a truck. As the turn came nearer, Jui said to Kshitij that don't take an instant right turn, first get down on left side and as soon as we will get the free space will cross the road.... but the inner hero in Kshitij won't allowed him to listen the advice.

Here is the start of stunt. He took right turn b thinking that there is no vehicle nearer from opposite side. Kshitij............. a loud voice of Jui.... its a truck. In that situation he can't stop and have to cross the road before the truck come more nearer to us. Accelerator and the judgment (of confidence) too were elevated by him and ultimately escaped to other side safely.

With a sigh.. Jui said stop the vehicle aside just now. Don't think too much while driving . Today we both may have taken a last breath few seconds ago. Got it why you have not received the driving license. Now let me drive and you calm down. Kshitij said, don't worry everything is fine now. 
Kshitij! tell me one thing when the truck was nearer what u had seen?  Jui asked. He said in many movies when someone dies in the hospital the machine(electrocardiograph heart monitor) showing the waves started to show straight line leads with a bright point that i had seen. 

Oh really! but my bright point was very bigger it was Big headlight of a truck ...and the serious discussion substituted by a loud laughter. 
Kshitij said see only because of me... you had an experience of bright point (dying). Now you will never be afraid of it. Yes, Jui replied but now think of the uncle who had seen your stunt and he is going to report paa (my father). OMG! I had escaped from the accident but how to escape from the anger of uncle. But they told the whole incidence to their parents and finally escaped from that punishment too.

Mysterious Watermelon

Summer vacation started and we all were ready to bang at Nani’s home. Nani was also waiting for us with variety of food items. In every summer she was eagerly waiting for all of us so that her home was filled with joy. As she was born and brought up in a small village her dictionary was fully updated with different Khandeshi language words. Which are used for calling us if we have messed up with her kept things.

Tuesday….. the market day of Nani's Place. Without fail she wake up early in the morning to bring fresh fruits for all of us from the fruit market on every Tuesday. Mango and Watermelon the fruit names started with 'ulta pulta' (opposite in direction) letters 'M' and 'W' are the summer special fruits. Which we enjoy every time. As usual Nani was ready with the seasonal fruits... and told us that we will have it at night as it was kept for cooling in the refrigerator. Everyone wave head to show that all are agreed.
During noon time we all were taking a nap. After some time Nani Woke up.... finished her work ... got some fresh lemons from her garden and made a lemon juice. Finally called us to wake up and enjoy that lemon juice.
Here the wait was finished to have the watermelon .... as usual Nani takes her place in the hall and gave the duty to one of us to bring the fruit and required things to cut and eat it (like Knife, plates, etc). That day the duty was assigned to the youngest one. He bring all the needed things with the pride on his face that see now I am also big .... I can do everything ..... now I will get more quantity as I have completed my job sincerely.
Nani started to cut it and was surprised.... said her special dictionary word... "Gyanmodya" (means silly) fruit seller how dare u to give me such fruit.  I have checked it before purchasing... how is it possible?. She was remain perplexed for some time.

Everyone was unaware that why granny is angry except one. When granny kept the pieces of empty watermelon in the plate then there was a question mark on the faces of all.... mysterious watermelon... nothing is inside... how is it possible...? But granny understood that this is not a mystery .... it is done by one of her puckish grandson or granddaughter. Then she turned to scan everyone's face and she caught who was the culprit.
In the noon time when we all were sleeping Litesh one of my cousin wake up with the confirmation that all are sleeping. Then slowly he went towards the Kitchen. Opened the fridge and taken out the watermelon. At Nani's place to check that the watermelon is red or not the Fruit seller make a square cut and show it to the customer and again keeping it back at its place. This was a butter on milk for Litesh...  He kept that square shape aside and enjoyed the watermelon with the help of spoon. After finishing he kept the square shape again properly at its place and also the watermelon without its content inside. And quietly joined us again. So here is the mystery reveled.

Litesh too recognized that granny understood that this is done by himself....She called him loudly Said "Albatya" (don't know the exact meaning of this word but we recognize it as combination of naughty, disobedient, misbehaved and mischievous). Oh! My god litesh had finished whole watermelon.... doesn't left anything for us nilu di shouted... don't let him go ....and once again granny's home was filled with noise which she likes but never agreed.
Whenever we all met .... cherish by remembering this mysterious watermelon incidence.... and laughed out loud....
Really childhood is the best time of whole life... that we enjoy to the fullest and realized when we are elder and older...!!! 

Tiryaford Dictionary ....

This is short story behind what is "Tiryaford dictionary..." Which i am dedicating to all the MB members.. We all schoolmates met after a long break near about 16-17 years. Really thankful to the social network which is the only way for us to find and met each other. It is not easy to be connected with your dear ones very easily, that's why appreciate the social network though it is discussed with negative approach mostly. Various characters are making a group which is forever because all of them accepts each character as it is.
so today i am describing one of the character.

खूप वर्षांनी ठरवून एकत्र जमलेले मित्र आणि मैत्रिणीं शाळेच्या आठवणी गुंफत होते. सुंदर अशी सुय्रास्तः ची वेळ, आकाशात पसरलेला तो मंद सुर्यकिरणाचा भगवा रंग … आणि त्यात रंगलेली गप्पांची मैफिल … साथ द्यायला होताच की फक्कड चहा, कॉफी आणि बंडूचे special वड़े. 
मग सुरुवात झाली एकमेकांच्या आयुष्यात डोकावण्याची … सुरुवात केली प्रणालीने… अजून हि तशीच शाळेतला पहिला क्रमांक इथेहि सोडला नाही आणि शेवट आमच्या डॉक्टर साहेबांनी (राहुल) कारण पूर्ण वर्ग सांभाळण्याची (monitor) जबाबदारी इथे त्यांनीही पूर्ण केली. मग ह्या परिचय सत्रानंतर जागा घेतली ती शाळेत असताना झालेल्या मौज मस्तीच्या आठवणींनी. ती जागा दिली परदेशात असणारया अंजलीने …म्हणाली किती रे छान होते ते दिवस… पुन्हा कधीहि न परतणारे.   सगळे मग्न झाले होते गप्पा मारण्यात … अचानक! एक विचारू का? असा प्रस्ताव आला. सगळ्यांनी आवाजाच्या दिशेने बघितले आणि संजुक्ता म्हणाली बोला.. "टिरी मास्टर"  नाही जरी म्हणालो तरी विचारणारच ना! विचारा नाहीतर पोट दुखणार उगीच … हंम्म करा सुरु. प्रश्न असा आहे कि…विचारू का नक्की? सगळे एका सुरात ओरडले, अरे …. राहू दे नको विचारू . हास्याचा कल्लोळ थांबवत सचिन म्हणाला बरं ऐकूनच घ्या आता… अहंम अहंम
शेणफडू ला इंग्रजीत काय म्हणतात? सांगा. 
हे ऐकता क्षणी लगेच निखिल म्हणाला मी देतो उत्तर पण आधी तू माझ्या प्रश्नाचे उत्तर दे. होकारार्थी मान हलवत सचिन म्हणाला 'तू भी क्या याद रखेगा' विचार बिनधास्त. ऐक मग … अस म्हणत निखिलने विचारले "माहेर आणि सासर ला इंग्लिश मध्ये काय म्हणतात?" सांग आता. एका क्षणाचीसुद्धा वाट न बघता सगळ्यांनी घेरले पोलिसाला ( सचिनला). काय झाले रे शेणफडू … उत्तर दे. लगेचच रितेश त्याची खोटी बाजू घेत म्हणाला अरे! काय चालु रे भो थांबा… जरा वेळ द्या त्याला.  हो ना… काय हे ... टिरी मास्टरला शोधू तर द्या .... टिर्या! ….निरज साथ देत म्हणाला. 
ओह... असय होय कुठे शोधायच्या असतात त्या धनश्रीने म्हणाली. मग त्याला पुढे एकही शब्द बोलण्याची संधी मिळाली नाही. कारण सुरुवात झाली होती Dictionary च्या शोधाची. 
अग ! त्याची एक special dictionary आहे ग …ती झाम्बल्तोय तो. त्यातून सांगणार काय म्हणतात इंग्लिश मध्ये ते. कोणती ती ? सगळ्यांचा एकाच आवाजात प्रश्न आला.
टिरी मास्टर आहे ना तो…मग! त्याची Dictionary पण special त्याच्या सारखी…. Tiryaford Dictionary निशाने उत्तर दिले आणि हळूच विचारले राग आला का रे पोलिस?
हसू आवारत आमचा Tiryaford म्हणाला... बघा किती हसवले मी सगळ्यांना.. Born talented आहे मी. Oxford  तर Oxford. 
Oxford नाही हो Tiryaford …. Tiryaford …. अमिताने निर्णायक शिक्कामोर्तब केला.
असा हा आमचा Tiryaford …आणि त्याची Tiryaford Dictionary.

Lovely Relation that Grows Generations

One should have a boy... as he is the seed of next generation of ones family and provide the existence to the ancestry (Vansh). But anyone have realized that a girl can also provide existence to the ancestry... though everything is changed in her life .. started from her well known origin name and many more.
One day in some ceremony all the relatives gathered together ... everyone is busy in knowing about whats going on in others life... Suddenly one uncle came to me and asked me u are granddaughter of ......? (had taken name of my mom's father). With agreeable smile on my face ..replied to him 'Yes' .

Suddenly i feel... wow that's great though my mothers surname is different and mine too... then also we are helpful to recognize the 'Person' which belongs to the other ancestry.
Girls are growing generations but not acclaimed for the same.
How lovely relation it is....between the feminine that breeds generations and giving existence too various origins. My daughter.....Myself......My Mother .... Grandmother... and so..on on both the side. We all can be recognized for various generations as well as for various ancestry.

I Wont Fear Mumma

The start of Shri Ganesh Festival of year 2015.... and its in Pune... so lovely environment. The city is full of various activities. People are busy in making decoration with magnificent ideas for Bappa's warm Welcome, Dhol Tasha pathak getting ready to show their intellect. All Mithaiwale's are trying to bring variation in flavors for Bappa's and most of peoples favorite Modak.
The day arrived when Bappa comes to home. We share Bappa's blessing for one and half day in our home. My 4 years old daughter enjoyed it with the Special "Ukadiche Modak". During these days she visits everyone's house in our society to do the prayer... and hidden purpose to get the 'Prasad' that she receives after finishing the prayer.
For these 10 days of Ganpati Festival... a routine was set by her own. After coming back from the ground activity while stepping up she tells everyone that don't forget to call me for "Ganesh Aarti". 
One day her friend given a call for the prayer and as usual she wants to go down to attend it. So was ready to go and showed me see mumma how am I looking…? As usual special admiring comment came from a mother inside me …”Oh! Lovely… You are looking like a Barbie Doll, my princess”
With a little smugness and the cute smile on her face she told me….acha aai i am going at di's home. At that time I was in hurry to prepare the dinner. So opened the door for her and told her that I am watching you … you go down. With an agreed expression she started to step down and said Bye Mumma.

Suddenly while stepping down my small dare devil returned and came back to home.No matter how free-spirited and even intrepid she is.....with a fear of the lucky (doggie) sited at the steps but with firm voice she asked me mamma... Why you are not coming for the aarti today? I Know you are afraid of lucky na.. 
I won’t fear….. So don’t worry about him. He will do nothing to you …come we will go down.
She tried to perfectly convince me that I am the only person who is frightened of lucky and she is the only brave girl who can save me from him. And I also have let her to be in the same illusion… which gives both of us bliss. And finally I went with her to do the Bappa’s Aarti.

Relation should be friendly…..

Many times we heard someone is suggesting that just be a friend of your kid… spouse…. etc…

why….?

I think whenever we are talking with friends or spending time with friends... we are in a role of "myself" … with a specific identity … so we enjoy thoroughly each and every moment as all of them were spend for or spend by the "me" … "myself". As we express everything unreservedly.

This was proved for me because of following incident.

After so many years near about 15, I met my school friends in our first planned reunion.  The rejoice was uncountable.  We enjoyed every second with playing bullying sharing etc. Though we all are from different field, different nature but then also we have adjusted each other and bang on the reunion…

A thought strikes in my mind that it's very strange that during school days we don't have a special group but then also when we have planned for the reunion. We were so excited  and also we have adjusted our own work to be there for reunion. Many topics were discussed starting with deciding the place to meet, what type of activities we will do, etc. 

So finally, Its a friend relation which made it possible to awake the ‘ME’ part and make it happen to adjust and accept everything. 

So I think when we make each relation friendly ………… then most of the problems get solved …as we can share everything without any fear in mind…. and accept the things about us freely without any hesitation.

Which makes a life easier to live...