Tuesday, May 1, 2012

जन्म जरी हा चुकला


सारे क्षण आठवले
सार्‍या आठवणी जाग्या
जरी दूर आता दोघे
पाश तरी ना तुटले

म्हण ही प्रतारणा
बोल जिव्हारी लागला
शब्द मिळेना बोलण्या
तरी क्षमेची याचना

कुठे खोल रूतलेला
श्वास अजूनही ओला
जाते जाते म्हणताना
दाराशी थांबलेला

जन्म जरी हा चुकला
अन् वेळही चुकली
वाट पाहीन मी पुन्हा
तुझ्या माझ्या परतीची

Match Fixing


What all happens when it comes to fix a match ..You are wrong it is not the cricket match fixing... Oh yes. it is marriage matches I am talking of.

I came to hear one such story not to mention what kind of laughter bursts it created. My friend’s mamma is looking for a good match..no... the best match for her daughter. Every parents want best match for their children.

Once my friend’s mamma came across a boy in their relation. He was fit for the TDS ‘Talk-Dark-Hansome’ category. To add to that he was earning hefty amounts 3-laks per months. It was like Prince on the white horse approaching her daughter.  So she kept on enquiring about the boy and his ’Gotram’. To kill the highs of curious mind, she perceived that Gotram of boy’s family and her family are same  .. Its a heart breaking thing.  With that  keeping quiet and closing the matter is not what this mother is.

To know the truth  of the Gotram,She went to her husband and asked You know this boy is really good. "You tell me; what we know, are you sure your Goitram is the real one."... Ahhh.. !!! 


Father got his temper raised and shouted  " After living so many years with me still you are asking whether my gotram is real or not? Is this the way to speak with elderly person? Have I ever asked you such a question? "
The situation went all the off-track  and mamma-pappa had an argument in the worry of matching their daughter’s horoscope with this boy. Later on what happened to daughter did she find her prince and what fell in mamma's plate is an unknown story but the kind of humor this situation created is something worth calling a real punch.

आपण

 नव्हतचं फुलायचं मला तुझ्याशिवाय, तुझ्या पर्णहातांनी तू मला कुरवाळावं, अन् मी फुलावं एवढाच होता ध्यास, तुझ्या फांदीरूपी खांद्यावर बसून   सगळ...