A-Spectra

छोटीशी अपेक्षा  अन तरीही वेळोवेळी उपेक्षा 

‘अनंत आमची ध्येयासक्ती अनंत अन आशा’ अस म्हणत महाविद्यालयात टाकलेलं पहिलं पाऊल.  लहानपणापासून स्वप्नांचा सजवलेला बंगला, आशा आकांक्षांचा डोंगर महाविद्यालयातील ह्या पहिल्या पाऊलापासूनच पायापाशी येऊ लागतो. अपेक्षांचं पारडं जड होत राहत. मग काही काळाने लक्षात येत कि स्वप्नांचा डोंगर पायापाशी येतोय, कारण तो तेवढा उंच राहातच नाही. खाली कोसळत पायापुढे येतो. पावलो पावली वाढलेल्या अपेक्षा आणि त्यामुळेच  होणार्या उपेक्षा मनात न्यूनगंडाच असं वातावरण बनवितात कि अपेक्षा कोणाकडून आणि का ठेवायच्या हेच कळत नाही.

परीक्षेत खूप मार्क्स पाडायचे हि साधी अपेक्षा सुद्धा पहिल्याच टेस्टला  पदरी उपेक्षा देते. गर्लफ्रेंड नावाची कोणी कधी तोंडच दाखवत नाही. पॉकेट तर कधी ‘मनी’ ने भरलेल दिसत नाही.  मला तर वाटते  माणसाचा जन्मच मुळी  उपेक्षा करून घेण्यासाठी  झालाय. मी फार काही अपेक्षा करतच नाही मुळी. माझी एक छोटीशी आशा आहे, निवांत झोप, मज्जा मस्ती आणि एकदा तरी टॉपर म्हणून मिरवण. इतक्या साध्या अपेक्षांनी सुरु केला होता महाविद्यालयीन प्रवास. त्यातील झोप आणि इतर मौज मजा मनाप्रमाणे, नव्हे त्याहून अधिक लाभते. पण टॉपर म्हणून येण काही जमेना. प्रत्येक सत्राच्या सुरुवातीला मी स्वतःला म्हणतो, आता कि नाही खूप अभ्यास करायचा आणि ह्या वेळेस तरी चांगले मार्क्स पडायचे. पण खर सांगू का? प्रत्येक वेळेस उपेक्षाच झालीय. कधी परीक्षा नामक काळ येतो, ते कळत नाही आणि आपला अभ्यास नेहमीप्रमाणे झाला नाही याची प्रचीती येते. दिवसाची रात्र करून आणि रात्रीचा दिवस करून (ह्या बदलास माझी झोपेची वेळ कारणीभूत ) अभ्यास करतो मी. एका दिवसासाठी का होईना, पण मेहनत म्हणून मी कधी कमी पडलो नाही. पण हे मार्क्स माझ्या पेपर मध्ये का येत नाहीत कुणास ठाऊक. देवाला प्रत्येक पेपरच्या अगोदर साकड घालतो, तरी तो उदार होत नाही. मी बाकीच मागितलय तरी काय? एकदा साधी हौस म्हणून मिरवायचंय हो मला. पण मला नेहमीच उपेक्षित ठेवण्याचा ध्यास घेतलाय सगळ्यांनी. इतर लोकांनाच का प्राधान्य? आमच्याकडे का लक्ष जात नाही?

सकाळी लेक्चर लवकर असल्याने झोपेमुळे कधी जाण शक्य होत नाही आणि दुपारच्या जेवणानंतरची वेळ तर वामकुक्षीची ना? मग वर्गात थोड झोपल्यान काय होत? राहिला वेळ संध्याकाळचा. मग मित्र, गप्पा गोष्टी ह्या काय वार्यावर सोडायच्या का? परीक्षा आल्यावर वाचतोच ना, तरी पण आम्ही उपेक्षितच. आता बघा बर का, मी तर माझ्या झोपेच्या वेळेला कात्री लावलीय. अवघी आठ तासांवर आणलीय. बाहेर जाणही बंद केलंय फक्त सुट्टीच्या दिवशी कुठेतरी बाहेर, रोज थोडासा टीव्ही बस्स.  बाकी कुठेच वेळ वाया घालवत नाही. एवढ्या तयारीसह ह्या वेळेस मी अपेक्षा धरतोय कि निदान यंदा तरी माझ नाव कोणी टॉपर म्हणून घ्याव. पण पुन्हा जर निराशा झाली तर, उपेक्षिताप्रमाणे अपेक्षा करणच सोडून देईल मी.

- अनिकेत मारणे

आमच्या लाडक्या हरपळे बाई – एक आदर्श महिला

जागतिक महिला दिन. संपूर्ण जगातील महिलांना सन्मानाने आणि समानतेने जगण्याचा अधिकार हे ठामपणे सांगणारा दिवस. आज महिला प्रत्येक क्षेत्रात पुढे आहेत, हे मी काही नव्याने सांगण्याची गरज नाही. उलट अनेक यशस्वी पुरुषांच्या गाथा ह्या स्त्रीयांमुळेच घडल्यात. आमच्या हरपळे बाई अगदी अशाच. हरपळे गुरुजींच्या खांद्याला खांदा लावून आत्तापर्यंत साथ देत राहिल्या. त्यांच्याबद्दल गावातील विद्यार्थ्याला आणि पालकाला आपुलकी वाटली नाही तर नवलच.

सौ. रजनी महादेव हरपळे अशी सरळ साधी सही आणि तशीच वागणूक आणि राहणीही . त्यांच्या अक्षराला असणार वळण त्यांनी प्रत्येकाच्या आयुष्याला लावण्याचा प्रयत्न केलाय. कपाळावर मोठ गोल कुंकू कदाचितच एखादी शिक्षित स्त्री लावत असेल . साधी साडी आणि वेणीतही त्यांची व्यक्तिमत्त्वाची छाप पडल्याशिवाय राहत नाही . जेजुरी सारख्या शहरात शिकवण्याचे काम केल्यावर स्वतःहून गुरुजींबरोबर पिंपरी सारख्या गावात काम करण्याचा ध्यास घेतला आणि गावातील शाळेला आणि प्रत्येक विद्यार्थ्याला शिक्षितच नाही तर सुसंस्कृत म्हणून जगण्याचा मार्ग दिला.

मला तशा त्या रोज शिकवायला म्हणजे वर्गशिक्षिका नव्हत्या. पण तरीही त्याचं प्रत्येक विद्यार्थ्यावर लक्ष असायचं . गुरुजींच्या वर्गात असल्यान आणि आमच्या वर्गाकडून अधिक अपेक्षा असल्यान त्याचं लक्ष नेहमी असायचं .४ थीत असताना तशा त्या आमच्या शिष्यवृत्तीच्या तासाला शिकवणी घ्यायच्याच. एकदा अचानक गुरुजींबरोबर बारभाई गुरुजी आले. ते रिटायर झालेले होते. पण नंतर कळल कि बाई आजारी आहेत , तेव्हा काही दिवस ते शिकवणार अहेत. प्रत्येक विद्यार्थी तेव्हा दुखी नसेल अस होन शक्यच नव्हत. कारण घरी जशी आई तशा शाळेत बाई होत्या. त्यांच्या लळ्यामुळे बरीच मुले शाळेची वाट चालू लागले होते.

आमची ‘ टोळी’ तशी त्यांची लाडकी , कारण सांगितलेलं काम मीच करणार अशी आमच्यात धडपड . शाळेत शिक्षकांनी सांगितलेले काम म्हणजे भारतरत्नच ! मला अजूनही आठवत आम्ही रोज शाळा सुटल्यानंतर वरांढयात अभ्यास करत बसायचो . गुरुजी आणि बाई जाईपर्यंत . अभ्यासू होतो म्हणून नाही तर अजून एक स्वर्गासुखाहून प्रिय गोष्ट आम्हाला करायला मिळायची . ती म्हणजे सगळ्या शिक्षकांना टा टा करायचा . टा टा………. बाई ………. म्हणाल्यावर बाई जेव्हा गाडीवरून हाताने टा टा करायच्या . तेव्हाच आमची शाळा सुटायची आणि आम्ही घराकडे मार्गस्थ व्हायचो . हे वेड असेल किंवा काही … पण त्या व्यक्तींची आणि क्षणांची सर परत कोणालाच आणि कशालाच आली नाही.

आता मागे बाई रिटायर झाल्या . पुतणी सांगत होती कि , आम्ही खूप रडलो . त्यात नवल ते काय ? आम्ही असताना बाई रिटायर झाल्या असत्या तर आमच्याही अश्रुंचे बांध केव्हाच कोसळले असते . आणि मला माहितेय , पालक आणि विद्यार्थ्यांच्या शुभेछ्यासह त्यांनाही जायला जड वाटत असेल . गहिवरून आल असेल . परंतु अशा शिक्षिका खरच भाग्यान लाभतात .

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यश मिळाल्यावर आजी जसे तोंड भरून कौतुक करायची तशाच त्याही करायच्या . पण रागावल्यावर मात्र त्या काही बोलल्या तरी रडू फुटायचं . त्या कधीच कोणाला सहसा मारत नसत आणि आम्हाला तर नाहीच नाही … पण त्या थोड्या जरी रुसल्यात असा वाटला कि गंगा यमुनाचा उगम झालाच . शिष्यवृत्तीच्या सराव परीक्षेवेळी एकदा मार्क कमी पडले , अगोदर त्याच इतक वाईट वाटल नाही . पण बाई म्हणाल्या ,’ भरवश्याच्या म्हशीला टोणगा ‘ . त्यानंतर जे रडू आल ते अजूनही आठवत . आणि प्रज्ञाशोध परीक्षेच्या निकालानंतर केलेलं कौतुकही

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एखाद्या व्यक्तीचा लळा का लागतो इतका . खरच कळत नाही . हायस्कूल मध्ये गेल्यावरही आम्ही सुरुवातीला छोटी सुट्टी , मोठी सुट्टी सारखा मराठी शाळेकडे पळायचो का तर ? आमच्या बाई आणि गुरुजींना भेटायचं .

मला माझ्या स्वतःचाच अभिमान वाटतो कि मला असे गुरुजन लाभले . मी या महिला दिनाला सर्व महिलांना आमच्या बाईंचा आदर्श ठेवायला सांगीन . सर्व प्रेम आणि आपुलकीसह जागतिक महिला दिनाच्या शुभेछ्या .

( वर नमूद केलेली टोळी अजूनही या आठवणींवर तासंतास गप्पा मारते त्यामुळे ह्या साऱ्या गोष्टी काल परवा झाल्यासारख्याच वाटतात).

- अनिकेत मारणे

Inception – Adrift in time and experience 

It’s said that Christopher Nolan spent ten years writing his screenplay for Inception. Am pretty sure that Nolan must have rewritten this story, again and again, finding that every change had a ripple effect down through the whole neatly interwoven fabric. The story can either be told in a few sentences, or not told at all!

The film’s hero tests a young architect by challenging her to create a maze, and Nolan tests us with his own dazzling maze. We have to trust him that he can lead us through, because much of the time we’re lost and disoriented. If you knew how it ended, that would tell you nothing unless you knew how it got there. And telling you how it got there would produce bafflement. To say that scratches the surface would be an insult to both scratches and surface.  But since it takes Nolan about fifty minutes to set everything up, I hope you’ll forgive my brevity.

The movie is all about process, about fighting our way through enveloping sheets of reality and dream, reality within dreams, dreams without reality.

Inception is proof that people are not stupid, that cinema is not trash, and that it is possible for blockbusters and art to be the same thing.

The film deserves, demands, and rewards repeat viewings, that’s demanded intense viewer concentration, raised thoughtful and complex ideas, and wrapped everything all in a breathlessly exciting action film.

Ultimately, that has redefined my concept of ‘sweet dreams’ since then

Things one misses out due to ‘syncope’

Nolan is a filmmaker whose commitment to a theme follows through company and films.

The labyrinth in the Inception pic posted above actually resembles Nolan’s production company Syncopy (which derives from syncope, the medical term for a transient loss of consciousness)

In the book, Gödel, Escher, Bach (GEB): An Eternal Golden Braid by Douglas Hofstadter there is a great deal said about canon, counterpoint and specifically the fugues of Bach.

A fugue is a technique of composition in which the piece is based on a short, often very simple theme called the ‘subject’. The essence of the idea is that the subject is repeated all over the fugue, introduced at different stages and in different voices (The trumpet sound when one is in a dream in the movie is actually the slowed down version of the prelude to the song). Hans Zimmer read GEB because it combined the idea of playfulness in mathematics and playfulness in music & also for research and inspiration for writing the score for Inception.

You may think inception is impossible—that you can’t implant ideas into others’ minds—but that is what movies do best. Like Inception implanted into you the idea that reality may be a dream.

Cobb is not the only one who knows how his totem works. When Ariadne calls totems an “elegant solution for keeping track of reality” and asks Cobb if it was his idea, he replies, “No . . . it was Mal’s actually . . . this one was hers. She would spin it in the dream [and] it would never topple. Just spin and spin.” He told Ariadne how it works! It can no longer tell him whether he is in one of her dreams (or one of the Fischer inception dreams that she designed).  Worse yet, as that same line reveals, the top was once Mal’s—so she knows how it works too. Sure, Cobb thinks she is dead, but he only thinks that because she threw herself from a window—a window in a world that Cobb couldn’t prove was real. Mal might have been right; they could have still been dreaming. So, even if the top did fall at the end of the movie, Cobb could still be in Ariadne’s or Mal’s dream.

Totems work because only their owner knows how they actually behave in the real world, and other dreamers will assume that they behave as such objects usually do in the real world.

Cobb’s Totem: Works Backwards!

Totems behavior should be unique in the real world, but ordinary in a dream. Instead, behavior of Cobb’s totem in the real world is ordinary (it falls) and in a dream it’s unique (it spins continuously without toppling!). The top falling tells us nothing. If it is going to be reliable as a dream detector, no one can know how Cobb’s totem works in the real world. Yet everyone knows that tops fall in the real world. So even if Cobb’s top falls at the end, he could still be in anyone’s dream.

Cobb is Unreliable

• Cobb himself is unreliable narrator of the movie. As Arthur tells us, “…you’ve noticed how much time Cobb spends doing thing he says never to do.” We see two versions of some events that he himself recounts.

–     E.g., one version of him and Mal on the train tracks when they are young and another when they are old.

The Ending is more clever than we thought!

What’s clever about the ending is not the ‘final cut’, what’s clever is the magic trick. Nolan misdirects us, making us pay attention to the wrong thing—the top—to try to find a clue about whether Cobb made it home. While you are watching the top, something happens that reveals that Cobb is probably still dreaming.

But to understand why, some background is needed. What is clever about the ending is not the fact that it is a clever cliffhanger. It is clever because it tricked you into thinking that it was a clever cliffhanger, when it isn’t a cliff hanger at all! You should have already suspected that he was still dreaming and realized that the top is a red herring!

    Nolan misdirected you! At first you were confused, then you thought you had it figured out…but when you start to think about it, everything you thought you had figured out, you actually misunderstood!

At both the beginning and ending of the film, we see that Saito dreams of a mansion on the ocean—a house, as it is described in the shooting script, “on a cliff”. When Cobb returns to his children at the end of the film and asks them what they have been doing, they say they are building “a house on the cliff”. It seems that Cobb is in Saito’s dream, and an element of Saito’s subconscious is peeking through!

Why think Cobb is in Saito’s Dream?

When Ariadne and Fischer committed suicide in Limbo, they just went one dream layer up—back to Eames’ snow fortress dream. Wouldn’t Saito have done the same after killing himself in Limbo—gone back up to Eames’ snow fortress dream—only to find that dream level abandoned? The rest of the team was back to Yusuf’s kidnap dream before Cobb and Saito had awoken.

Might Saito have remade that dream level based on his own expectation — finding himself in the plane—and Cobb entered it after he committed suicide in Limbo? After all, Saito would have shot himself first.

The Questions Continue

If, when you exit Limbo, you just go “one layer up”—like Ariadne and Fischer—where did Mal and Cobb go after they were struck by the train in Limbo? We see them awake on an apartment floor, hooked up to a PASIV device. But is that reality? Cobb tells Ariadne that he and Mal slipped into Limbo while “exploring the concept of a dream within a dream”.  They were in a multilayered dream and he pushed them too deep.  Wouldn’t they have simply awoken from Limbo, one layer up—in the deepest layer of the multileveled dream that led them to Limbo? If so, Mal was right. They were still dreaming. The real world was not really real at all. The entire movie was a dream, from beginning to end! There are many clues that suggest exactly this.

Clues that COMPLETE movie is a DREAM!

Clue #1: The Mombassa Chase

The chase scene in Mombassa, for example, has many ‘dream-like-qualities.’

1)    The overhead shots establish that Mombassa is a maze— just like one of Ariadne’s designed dreams.

2)    Agents (projections?) inexplicably pop up around every corner.

3)    The walls of buildings literally close in around Cobb—just like in dreams.

It’s a maze!

               Cobol Agents…out of nowhere!

The Walls Are Closing In!

Clue #2: Miles’ Quote

When Cobb speaks to his father-in-law, Miles about Mal’s death and getting home to his children, Miles specifically tells him to “Come back to reality.”

Clue #3: Running Time

The song the dreamers use to herald the end of a dream is Edith Piaf’s original recording of “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” (No, I Regret Nothing.) When the song is done, the dream is over. That recording is 2 minutes and 28 seconds. Inception is, exactly, 2 hours and 28 minutes!

Could it be, just like with shared dreaming, when the movie is done, the dream is over?

Clues that it is NOT a dream

Clue #1: Cobb’s Children

Cobb’s children, at the end of the film, are older, wearing different clothes, and even played by different actors.

Clue #2: The Wedding Ring

Cobb’s wedding ring could be his real totem. (He never wears it in the real world, except in flashbacks )

Nothing can be proven

The fact is, pointing to clues in the movie is never going to settle the issue. The movie is ambiguous—Nolan has even admitted that he intentionally made it so. Nothing will definitively prove whether or not the entire movie, or even the ending, is a dream.

–     The “dream clues” could merely indicate that Cobb is losing his grip on reality.

–     The “not a dream” clues could merely reflect Cobb’s assumption that he is not dreaming.

Does Nolan’s answer matter?

One might think that the movie is all a dream only if director Christopher Nolan wanted it to be all a dream.

• But do “authorial intentions” dictate meaning?
• Can Inception only be “rightly   interpreted” in a way that coheres with the author’s intentions?
• Or might a work of art belong to everyone once it is “released to the public”? 

Other Questions raised by the movie:

• Is inception really possible? (Isn’t that what movies and advertisements do?)
• What is time and can it really slow down in dreams?
• Are real paradoxes—like real Penrose steps—possible?
• If we can’t tell whether Cobb is dreaming, can we tell whether we are dreaming…right now?
• Can you be held morally responsible for what you do in a dream?
• And many more…

Well, last night I had a dream. I dreamt that I dreamt about writing an ‘insight review’ for a movie that I’ve dreamt about; but the ambiguity of the plot is what keeping me wondering all the time about possible interpretations leading up to no certain conclusive viewpoints. The movie is a perplexing labyrinth without a simple through-line. I think when Nolan left the labyrinth, he threw away the map.

- Amit Patil, BTech Production

A Never Ending Chase

- Bhagyashri Somani

FY BTech

Love..And Rains.. 

With the loveliest of smiles the Moon bids adieu,
And hides behind the darkest of veils,

Somewhere a lover, in the dark abyss of the night,
Wide awake, lost in the deepest thoughts,
Glances through the window to witness the union,
And yearns for a similar, tight embrace.At the sight of lightning, something inside pricks,
A face visualizes in the glistening raindrops,
Desire sparks, fuelled by deep longing,
And off he goes, his heart wildly throbs.Heavens pouring, winds whistling their best song,
He treads along the creatures of night,
Almost there, reassures himself,
Fights back tears with all his might.Stops by a gravestone, stares at the name,
With moist eyes kneels besides his love,
Resting in peace deep down under,
With a face as innocent and calm as a dove.Peeking through the clouds, the Moon witnesses this unique reunion,
Which, unlike the Earthly relations, never ends,
For love is eternal, love is Heavenly,
Just like sky-earth relation, towards eternity it tends…

LIFE  

The priest saunters down those huddled streets.
Calm, His mind,
The aura mystifying.

Barefeet , He trudged on,
Delicately sparing those lives,
The lives of those at the mercy of his feet.

A gesture ,
Which would make the petite creatures,
Turn,
And bow their indebted heads.

Muttered the sage to himself,
Am I wrong?
Is my woe for these creatures misplaced?

In a world ,
Where Human life slips away,
Like grains of sand?

Where people crush people,
Like tiny ants underneath.

Mustafa Abbas

In a world,
Where No one has the time to stop and stare?

Absent mindedly, He staggered away from the crowd,
The crowd of lonely people.
He gazed back at the city,
The pathos overpowering.

Struck his senses soon enough,
The gist wasn’t about who lived,
Or who couldn’t make it ,

And its no surprise.
For death stalks birth,
Like a shadow in the dark.

The only paraphernalia not taken to the grave,
Is what you did to make life worth living for.
The legacy, That you bequeath to mankind.

The life of good,
That salvaged those below you,
And enlightened those above.

- Mustafa Abbas
F.Y.B.Tech

The Hospital

The sound of his footsteps,
rumbled down the narrow hallway.
His world,
confined within them.

Raindrops driveled down his black parka,
As if to bolt away from the dampness.
Lo Behold!
The deluge outside had spared none.

Not even him!
His appeased soul responding with supposed grace,
To the salutations of respect and signs of adornment,
from the agog staff.

Staff of the District Institute for The Mentally Challenged,
where his dexterity,
Doctor Sherman’s dexterity,
Would leave any bipedal spellbound.

Doctor Sherman’s eyes,
Darted around the room, menacingly.
He ambled around the patients,
And often,

Mustafa Abbas

Driving terror in the half formed minds,
And the torture,
Which made the cold , stone walls,
Scream in blood.

He would drift back to his room,
A room,
Whose walls were as cold,
And the blood did line the linens.

He crawled back to his bed,
Dismissing a bead of sweat,
From his creased forehead.
He had worked hard today.

Or so he thought,
Because as the lights went dim at the District Institute For The Mentally Challenged,
Another day of delusion ended,
Another day in the life of Doctor Sherman, Patient No. 73.

- Mustafa Abbas
F.Y.B.Tech

TRAINS

Shrieking metal, rattling rails,

Forty winks disturbed.

Shrieking people, poor souls,

And then they climb aboard.

Rattling windows, vistas beaut,

Train to the pearly gates?

Rattling doors, fiendish folk,

Train to the underworld?

Mustafa Abbas

Masquerading villainy, bearding hate,

Howling, they lurch onto the train.

Concealing love, they hate again,

And then they get on the train.

Forging ahead, the train weighs on,

Trails of throbbing hearts and brave spirits,

Forging ahead, tunnels through dawn and dark,

And kaput fall these impetuous men.

The train did stop. Or did it?

Whom did it shackle? Whom did it set free?

It is time to wait and watch.

For it will get harder and harder to breathe.

- Mustafa Abbas
F.Y.B.Tech

Give Yourself a Chance! 

Do you know you can shine, when the sun goes down…
flowing away with the waters of the sea…!!
Then dancing with the moon around the town…
screaming away like a child tension-free…!!

Do you know you can fly, when the birds are at rest…
soar high and dry above all…!!
Swaying away calmly in their nest…
even in times of worries standing tall…!!

Manish Nanwani

Do you know you can take the stairs, when the lifts are struck…
where each step takes you to glory…!!
Don’t worry if you run out of luck…
cause until then there cannot be an end to the story…!!

Do you know you can try when everyone else fail…
and trying to go around and make your expectations meet…!!
Be it at the pace of the snail…
but eventually snatching victory from the jaws of defeat …!!

- Manish Nanwani
F.Y.B.Tech

 COEP Purushottam lead actor critic on Barfi!

BARFI!. Relation between an autistic and a deaf-mute would have been more interesting to watch rather than a suspense story (i enjoyed last 10 min before interval and last 10 min of film where we actually see this). What i feel about 1st 10 min or 2012 part in film is that, it is included just to praise arfi and make character unnecessarily larger,(hi chuk apalyakade anand pasun keleli pahayla milel) rather it is expected to come out through first few scenes. (je thoda far ghadatahi, mag hi nasati uthathev kashala). And a question i would like to ask, is it possible to showcase such long a mistry story with long sweetened scenes of problematic characters. Isnt this suspense harming the genre or nature of film(the non linearity is also questionable). Another point is, why those singing in the rain or charlie chaplin scenes copied directly. What big change it would have made if ilena wouldnt be there.
All 3 actors were superb (especially priyanka, for letting down her glamorous image, hope other actresses will also do such experiments) , cinematography too nice,location, music was adorable. some scenes nicely proves directors talent but a good script and clear vision of director( vision means what he exactly want to showcase, a sweeet suspense story? or story of 2 disables who have their own world. Again ilena is next big mistake) may have led this film to a masterpiece. but right now its a disappointment.

Sudarshan Chavan

मिले जब हम तुम 

 ”मिले जब हम तुम  ” हुआ प्यार,

येशील “ह्या गोजिरवाण्या घरात” तुने किया इकरार,

“बनू मै तेरी दुल्हन ” कर ना सकी इंकार…

बनवू “तुझे नि माझे घर श्रीमंताचे”

नात्यात असुदे आपल्या “बंध रेशमाचे”

जेव्हा आईला कळाले “कसम  से ” “कयामत” आई

एक पाल लागा अब तो “गीत -हुई सबसे पराई ”

पण आई म्हणाली ,ये तो “कहानी घर घर की ”

अब आगे है “कसौटी जिंदगी की ”

लावून “कुंकू ” “सात फेरे ” घेतले,

“यहाँ मै घर घर खेली” तिथले “अनुबंध ” सुटले..

बाबा म्हणाले “दिल्या घरी तू सुखी राहा ”

सुखाची लागेल चाहूल

“साता जन्माच्या गाठी” वरच बांधल्या जातात

तक जपून “पुढच पाऊल”

लावते “कुमकुम ” कारण आहे “सुवासिनी ”

तसेच “नव्या “ची  ”वहिनीसाहेब “, तुझी “भाग्यलक्ष्मी”

अन् घरची “संजीवनी”

ऐकून “मन की आवाज – प्रतिज्ञा” घेते,

“चार दिवस सासूचे” झेलील म्हणते ,

“क्यूंकी सॉंस भी कभी बहु थी” ये हम है जाणते…

“छोटी सी जिंदगी” हमारी लागे रंग उसका फिका ,

“हमारी सॉंस – लीला  ” जैसे है “अग्निशिखा ”

बोले “होम मिनिस्टर ” तर मीच

“साथियां” कामाचा नाही तू  काहीच

सासरा म्हणतो “भांड सौख्य  भरे ”

पण संग कशी सहन करू “तुजवीण सख्या रे”

वाटते आता “माझिया प्रियाला प्रीत कळेना ”

“ये रिश्ता क्या केहलाता कळतं पण वळेना ,

अरे “दिया और बाती हम “असे आपले नाते ना ……….

“काटा रुते कोणाला ” दु:ख दोघांना ना………………

“स्वप्नांच्या पलीकडले ” स्वर्गात “सोनपावल ” जाती घेऊन ..

“इस प्यार को क्या नाम दू ” तूच टाक सांगून ….

- अनिकेत मारणे

Streaming with the Stars..

Last night was a beautiful memory,
Under the huge, magnificent, dark canopy;

Stars gleaming bright, bats fluttering by,
I could just marvel, till I fell, all droopy.Northward I looked; I saw a glittering star,
The one which down the ages, guided shipmen afar;
In a loyal company of the Bear and a haughty lady,
Encircling nightlong, the bluish Pole Star!A little to the right, I saw a beautiful, chained lady,
Hanging on for her life, on a flying white horse;
Protected from the sea-nymphs, by fish and a ram,
Her valiant rescuer by her side, whose eyes shone in remorse!A little up to my left, a man struggling with snakes,
Whose valour went down the history, the mighty son of Zeus;
Along him two longing lovers, separated by the Milky River,
Now cringing at their fate, as then, it was theirs to choose!Setting along the South-Western horizon,
Is a scorpion with its reddish, loathsome heart;
Followed by Sagittarius, Copernicus comes in row,
Going down the veils is the sky’s most beautiful part!The night seems long, the legends it unfolds numerous,
For each single star portrays its own mystic lore;
Watching them I learn, watching them I grow,
Hidden deep within the cosmos lays life’s eternal mystery, for sure..!!

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