Ashu's Creations

सुंदर एका सायंकाळी, तिच्या सोबत त्याच वाटेने फिरताना,  येइल का गं त्या क्षणी त्याला आठवण माझी? समुद्राकाठी कट्ट्यावरची, ती नेहमीची जागा सोडून, तो बसेल तिच्या सोबत, वेगळ्या ठिकाणी, येइल का गं त्या क्षणी त्याला आठवण माझी? हातात हात घेउन, बसतील दोघंही,  पहिला स्पर्श असेल तो तिचा, येइल का गं त्या क्षणी त्याला आठवण माझी? गप्पा रंगतील दोघांच्या, त्या सुंदर वेळी, हस्ताहस्ता लागेल त्याला उचकी, येइल का गं त्या क्षणी त्याला आठवण माझी? प्रेम म्हणावे हे वेडे, की म्हणावे नुस्ती मैत्री, मी ही होती एक मैत्रीण त्याची, येइल का गं त्या क्षणी त्याला आठवण माझी? वेडं हे मन माझं, आठवणीत गूरफटलेलं,  शेजारी बसलेल्या माझ्या प्रियकराला विसरून गेले त्या क्षणाला, येइल का गं त्या क्षणी त्याला आठवण माझी?

Move on..... Whatever happens in Life, we gotta Move on.... Be it good moments or a sad incident in life, we need to move on..... Let anyone slap you, or throw dirt on your face, or stab behind your back you gotta move on... Let the person you trusted the most blindly, breaks your trust one day and you just need to cry for sometime and move on.... Let the person you think and concern about him or her, and that person is just not bothered about you, but you need to move on..... You see a small poor child being beaten up by his drunkard dad at the street side, and that hurts you but you cannot take the risk to go and slap that dad but you just gotta move on.... Let some hooligans bully with young girls walking on the road, and still some so called decent guys without stopping them just move on .... A particular high networth fellow just gets his work done by throwing his money at some of the passport office or in an education society or at any other so called "for the people...

Class..... Lower Class, Middle Class, Higher Class.....Or should i say poor, richer, richest??? Or Junior K.G, Senior K.G, B.Com??? You wondering what is this??? Yes, so am I wondering what is this happening in today's world??? The world is divided into states, states into cities, cities into towns, towns into lanes, lanes into societies..... But people are not divided in such a chronology.....They are now divided as poor, richer & richest... And probably, (I don't mean probably) but in some years the term "Poor" would not exist and richer would take that vacant place.....The pace at which Mumbai is developing with regards to scams, corruptions, thefts, fast rising malls, towers, pollution etc..., the poor and richer class will start diminishing...... The Classes are now determined according to the incomes, lifestyle, position, a luxurious home, number of vehicle owned etc..... The criteria of determining an individual into lower class, middle class and higher cla...

आई, किती ग तू गोड.... तुझा गोडवा, सगळ्यात दिसतो गोड... तू बनवलेले वरण-भात असो वा मस्त रुचकर चाट, फस्त करतो पोट भरून मस्त आमचं ताट.... आहेस का ग तू जादूगार, की हाथ फिरवताच कश्यावरही होतो चमत्कार, मस्त मस्त खाऊ घालतेस, आणि करतेस सर्वांना तड़ीपार.... तुझी माया अपार आहे, जाणवते तुझ्या जेवणातही, तुझे ते मऊ मऊ हाथ, तुझ्या जेवणातही देतात तुझी साथ... तू बनवलेले गोड लाडू असो वा असो ती गोड खीर, तू बनवल्याशिवाय होत नाही खायला आमचा धीर... देवाचा नेवेद्य  जसा लागतो शुद्ध  पवित्र आणि छान, तशी जादू आहे तुझ्या हातात, जे बनवते सगळे पदार्थ रुचकर आणि छान....

You spend 1 to 2 years when you are born in this world to learn to take, your 1st step and your 1st bite with the 1st new teeth... You spend moments of tantrums, fun, falling and crying, lots of kiddish things in next 2-3 years..... You spend 10 years learning the 'a.b,c...' and colors of life, have loads of friends, fights,exams, favorite and boring teachers and subjects, funny punishments for all those silly mistakes you do.... You spend the next 5 years free like a bird to study, bunk, have crushes, dress in the best ways to impress others, celebrate various days, spend endless time on phone or in canteen. Then starts the real journey of struggle in the coming years..... What should we take as Life???? The years gone by where we had all the fun and we still have them in memories which get a smile on our face or the years of struggle which starts post all this????? All those lovely moments, lovely people, lovely things, lovely places are in memories.... We hardly get back t...

ते सुंदर डोळे, त्यातील निरागसता.  ते स्मित हास्य, त्यातला अबोलपणा. ती काळजी घेणं, ती मस्ती करणं, ते आतुरतेने वाट पहाणं, ते शुद्ध मन, खरं प्रेम तिच्या डोळ्यातून कळणं, ते रूसणं, ते फुगणं, ते खिदळणं. ही आहे एक "मुलीची" व्हाख्या . ती शोधत असते त्याला जो समजेल हे सगळ, न सांगता!!!!