One musical life

After long journey of 88 years to known world Bharatratna- Pt. Bhimsen Joshi bid adieu to all of us.

A very humble and determine person who had ran away from home in pursuit of music while he was kid. He did a long journey from south to north and even begged in train journey for survival. Finally the kid was destined to meet Sawai Gandharva as his “Guru” and his family agreed to give him known education in music- which turned him to Pandit. His true search for his passion led him to be an expert in hindusthani classical music. The magic in his voice turned everyone. He always experimented with music so that common man feels magic of it. The only quest for his life was getting and giving musical happiness reached the Summit. No wonder he was rewarded with padmavibhushana, BhartaRatna and many more grateful honours.

The most astonishing part of him was – he never considered himself above any other human being. We cannot find any of his ghastly incidence with any music show coordinator nor with any of his co-artist. Many a time he did music shows for charity though he would require money for his survival. He always made sure; his co-artists would be paid for their endurance although he might have to go empty hands from particular musical show. His simple living and caring character had always put him on pinnacle. His musical expedition will always be remembered and honored. All music lovers will always be proud to have such melodious devotee.

Today was an end of a great human being who did a long quest for musical happiness.

Panditaji’s soul may rest in peace.

Find more about Pt. Bhimsen Joshi at :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhimsen_Joshi

Happy New Year :)

Although be-lated - "happy new year to all of you". May this year brings lots of happiness and good health to you. You may have nice resolutions and at least this year you  follow them meticulously.

I am not an exception to one of you, who makes resolution list and tries to adhere till the time one has fervor (or fever) of resolutions.
Yet, I havn't even given up making up one. The only challenge I face is "what should be there on list?"

After around a month I could figure out I should have a bucket list which will help me to improve on most other fronts. Things we normally circumvent in being race of careerist and materialistic.
What will I actually count at the age of fifty, when I am settled with some secure amount, home or may be with kids and may regret upon few things should have been done in my lifetime or will sigh for -- must be on my list, making lifetime pleasant.

Well, this May not be for a year but for time I attain that age :) 

Boomerang :)

                               History does repeat Itself...
                                   


SME Trainee ->SME ->  SSME -> GL -> Manager -> SME - Trainee

!!!! Karma!!!!

Concept Courtesy - Kannu

Pic Courtesy - Komal & Vaidehi

~~~Task Delivery~~~

Just two weeks in hand and you are pulled for some critical project in crucial timeline to develop late CR…tremendous pressure of completion of work in crunchy deadlines. Off-course when one is being pulled as a fire fighting resource there are always expectations of quality work and default thoughts –‘you will be meeting targets!’ At other end of life so many troublesome situations waiting for you…at work you cannot concentrate… and yet people keep on banking on you. Knowingly-unknowingly they ignore your initial unawareness of work and keep you moving saying next time this will be accomplished, and you can do it, we know that. In status meetings people hold you, set expectations about work ; revise timelines and off course remind - you’re IT professional (that says all-- what I meant!)

Yet, few things just don’t make you move ahead. The moment you ponder on work, you realized other complexities in the tasks involved, now there is a week ahead for delivering the work to client and you dig out some other pitfalls and start designing the solutions to catch up the targets. Again and again, incredible deadlines and in between your personal front demands you to take vacations in same timeline. What more could be more taxing while working at such vital point?


Yes, you have to compromise vacation nights to meet the deadlines and balance personal life, somehow you bring up the work in shape, and still few minute things turn entire code-show flop. In such cases, there are no other options but to spend weekends from your pocket and try giving Midas touch to the code. Not for your name, responsibility shown on you but for the time you have been pulled in and the zeal of working in a way to add meaning to your days.


Somehow you could not sleep for the days when things were not falling in place; you kept on getting dreams where some geeks give you tips of how one could be happy with work done. You cannot see any personal front nor could you make your face pale with any other difficulties. Although beloved once called you to check how you’re with rest other difficulties, but you keep on discussing about your work. The only thing in your life remained for a certain timeline is…accomplishing work with zero defects!


Finally after couple of nights and early mornings, day arrives; you have done almost everything possibly you could. Now it’s a time to relax and have coffee with soothing music but its already a late night... rather, early morning… The city is awake and getting engaged with daily routines but you are falling asleep…

पोस्टमन

पोस्टमन आणि दिवाळी ह्यांच एक निराळ  नात आहे. (आता ज्यानी पोस्टाची सेवा उपभोगलीच नाही त्याना कदाचित मी काय  बोलतेय ह्याचा अंदाज़ नाही येणार.) दिवाळी निमित्ताने का होईना पण मला ह्या व्यक्तीची आठवण झाली हे काय कमी आहे? 

फार काळ लोटला नाही त्या दिवसाना ज्यावेळी   आपण अगदी आतुरतेने ह्या व्यक्तीची  वाट पाहत असू. सगळ्या सुख दुखा:च्या  बातम्या अगदी निरपेक्ष भावनेने कळवाणारा हा एकमेव प्राणी. पण तुम्ही जर त्याचे नेहमीचे सेवा उपभोकते  असाल  तर तुमची सुख आणि दुख:ही त्याने जाणून घेतल्याशिवाय तो पुढे जाणार नाही हे ही तेवढच खर. पूर्वी आम्ही आवर्जून विशेष दिवासाना ह्या खाकी गणवेश धारकाची  वाट पाहत असू. आता मात्र कलानुरूप आम्हाला आमची पत्रे आमच्या mailbox मधे मिळतात अणि भेटवस्तू एखाद्या तत्सम courier कंपनी कडून.  

 तस पाहील तर अगदीच रटाळ  अशीही पोस्टमनची नोकरी. तरीही आपला जीव ओतून हा पोस्टमन रोज येणारी पत्रे ,तारा ,कधीतरी भेटवस्तू अणि महिन्याच्या सुरुवातीस moneyorders घेऊन येणार. अगदी आता आता पर्यंत आपल्याकडे housing societies मध्ये letter  box  ची सुविधा नव्हती. तर मग पोस्टमन अगदी चार- पाच मजले चढून ती पत्रे , तारा तुमच्यापर्यंत पोहचवणार. कित्येक मैल हा दिवसभर चालणार किंवा cycle हाकणार. सकाळी पहाटे पासून ते सायंकाळ पर्यंत असा हा एकंदरीत परिश्रमाचा दिनक्रम. ह्यातून एखादे पत्र किंवा तार वेळेत नाही पोहचली म्हणजे त्याच्या नोकरीवर गधा आलीच म्हणून समजा. कुठल्याही पत्राच पाकिट फाटू नये ह्याचीही जबाबदारीही  तो घेणार. एकंदरीतच इमाने इतबारे नोकरदारात ह्याची गणती!  

 एरव्ही कुठल्याही सणा दिवशी किंवा खास वेळी तो तुमच्याकडे काहीही मागणार नाही.(मला तर आमच्याकडे नित्य नियमाने येणारया पोस्टमनने  पाणीही मागल्याचे स्मरत नाही. )  पण दिवाळीच्या दिवशी मात्र हक्काने दिवाळी नेण्यासाठी तो येणार. अगदी तुम्ही ओळखणार नाही अशा नवीन कपड्यामध्ये येऊन (पोस्टमन कड़े त्याच्या खाकी कपड्या व्यतिरिक्त काही असू शकते ह्याचे मला तेव्हा खरच नवल वाटे.) तरीही त्यात त्याचा दिवाळी घेण्यावर कसलाही आग्रह नाही. तुम्हाला वाटेल जमेल तशी दिवाळी त्याला दया. तरीही तो खुश. नाही दिलीत म्हणून त्याचा कसलाही त्रागा नाही. दिवाळी नंतर परत तो आपल्या उद्योगाला-  अगदी त्याच आवेशात आणि त्याच निरपेक्ष भावनेने!

  काही कारणानिमित्ताने ह्या दिवाळीच्या  अगदी पहिल्याच दिवशी मी जुनी पत्रे, पोस्टाने आलेल्या भेटवस्तू पाहण्यात मुग्ध झाले. आणि एक सुखद काळ पुन्हा एकदा   अनुभवत होते. अचानक  दारावरची बेल वाजली म्हणून सगळ्या पत्रांची आवारावर करायला घेतली अणि बाहेरून आवाज- "मी पोस्टमन. दिवाळी न्यायला आलोय"  अगदी तशीच मी उठले. डोळ्यांच्या ओल्या कडा  पुसल्या आणि हातात आलेली नोट पोस्टमन काकांच्या हाती दिली. आमचे शेजारीही पाहत बसले ज्या अंकाची  नोट मी पोस्टमन काकाना  दिली अणि बिल्डिंग च्या  पूजेची  वर्गणी  मात्र देताना माझा हात तोकड़ा करते. पण त्याना काय सांगणार ही बिदागी  त्याने मला दिलेल्या एका  सुखद अनुभुतिसाठी  आहे जो कदाचित मला ह्यापुढे मिळणही दूरापास्त  होणार आहे...

   

All Izz Well...

“Di, I got the tickets, I have to fly tomorrow early morning” unexciting voice replied me over the phone. My head started rotating too. I could not concentrate on my work and this news almost broke me down. The news was not at all bad nor was it surprising. We knew soon lil miss is gonna fly to Banglore to start her career. Yet, somewhere I was worried for her. Till now she was always with me. I used to see her every week-end. The moment I used to hear her soaked voice, I could take liberty to see her by leaving everything at my end. Now that she will be away at considerable miles, I’ll have to think of seeing her often for sure. Don’t know but I was not prepared for this actuality for sure.

In total thirteen students including my sis’s were moving to Banglore from Pune training centre. I knew she was not alone, and it’s her time to move on, explore new place and people too. Definitely she needs to breathe in independent air. Finally with all mindset preparations I went to drop her. Flight was at early morning and before flying buddies could reach at airport all their batch mates had gathered to give them sendoff. I was surprised to see her entire batch at airport coming from very distant places, yet managing to reach so early morning. The moment we got out of car, entire group hugged lil miss. I was shocked to see, other people’s love for her. I could see all innocent faces crying and trying to console themselves. For sure they had shared amazing bond, and when their associates are getting dispersed throughout India for job postings all of them getting sensitive. All of them were guaranteeing each other to see in vacations at different places. Few of them were instructing to take care. Most of them were forcing all Banglore posting buddies should stay in same apartments. As and when flying time was coming closer, all were getting touchy. Lot of crying, promising and what not …

My entire mindset changed in fraction of moment. I could perceive now, lil miss is not so lil and she has her own world, where she is protected and people around her are keeping her happy as best as they can.  There was absolutely no need to worry for her. She is really grown up which I never thought of she will ever be at one fine day. The moment I had reached airport, her Di had got misplaced and friends came in picture. But the developed kid made sure, I was alright. All her friends made me sure, there will be joy with them and I in fact was unnecessary concerned.

The moment flight announcement started so many hands waved with one sound…”All Izz Well”.

All the best kido! Hope you have nice time, people and lots of opportunities.

Leaving Mumbai...???

I decided to leave Mumbai not because I wanted to step out of home but to make career. Nevertheless, I had choice to make between couple of campus placements and decide the city.
Leaving my only lovely- dearly sis alone at home and rest Mumbai-gang, I walked away... to make career (no, to make money to be honest)!

With full of tears I had packed the bags. All my relatives, friends were happy that I could get the better choice for my life to start with. I had no clue on it; rather I was becoming more and more emotional towards my decision. After the acceptance step, I started looking outwardly for what I will be getting through.

Indeed to mention I got best friends that I could hold for my lifetime. Colleagues- who could add diverse parameters to my existence and new city to show me `this could also be the way to live`.


Although Mumbai was very close to heart till the time I couldn’t make move back. Not because I love city the most but solely to keep my job-tag with good spirit. The moment I had made the move to Pune, my idea of job was very clear –“I am working for my personal life betterment than making work my personal life for job betterment”. All my passions were going out of touch when I was put in a career-race and I lost the meaning for a period. Now when I want to regain all my energy back and deciding should I go back? My city is really calling me back… exactly when I made mind to move back my sis got her posting to Banglore- another job-hub place. Few of my gang -members had already started dispersing throughout the world.


No clue now, what I am really looking ahead whenever repatriating thought comes up. No matter what, I missed Mumbai, I am and I will be missing it for sure. When my sis will leave for Banglore for sure we both will leave so many things behind in this lovely city, who knows, in future we may just guests be the guests for Mumbai city!  The thought just su*** and the fact is just burning me away…