Tired of searching lyrics of a lot of Marathi songs online... and the forums are so lame with no one to reply to interested people who want to know the meanings and words.
So now I am going to start off with the activity of uploading lyrics of songs I like (and yes, the ones I have understood).
There may be some errors and I would appreciate corrections too! :)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Few days in the village
You might have stayed in some village (in India) and woken up to a faint smoke in the air. It comes from the water boilers that use ash and some wood to boil water. The water gets piping hot and there's a smoke of the burnt wood n ash, mingled with steam ... a delicious aroma. At the same time you might see a lady making tea on a chulha (shegdi) - an Indian stove that uses dung cakes as fuel.... again a superb mixture of aroma of tea and the smoke from the stove.
I remembered Sachin and Seema today and my mind went back to about 15 years ago, when I had visited with Seema, to her native place in Akola.
Seema is my closest friend and Sachin her younger brother. Right from my childhood, me and my sisters religiously tie rakhi to Sachin each year. Sachin hardly forgets the occasion to visit us.
Oh, I remember the near 14 hour cramped ST bus journey to Akola with Seema very much comfortable amidst the crowds, Seema’s mom trying to give me a banana during the journey and me refusing it for fear of its obvious retreat from my stomach.
In Akola, Seema's ancestral house was 3 floured building with the wooden structure matching old lavish homes. It even had an old styled fan made of cloth on a wooden bar attached to the roof. You had to pull the roop at the wall to fan the room. We visited lots of other houses nearby, saw some great temples, walked through farms and went to the river for play. It was a new experience, especially since I hadn't seen anything but metros and other cities. None of my relatives live in villages and all have settled long back in cities for livelihood.
Reminiscing those days...
I remembered Sachin and Seema today and my mind went back to about 15 years ago, when I had visited with Seema, to her native place in Akola.
Seema is my closest friend and Sachin her younger brother. Right from my childhood, me and my sisters religiously tie rakhi to Sachin each year. Sachin hardly forgets the occasion to visit us.
Oh, I remember the near 14 hour cramped ST bus journey to Akola with Seema very much comfortable amidst the crowds, Seema’s mom trying to give me a banana during the journey and me refusing it for fear of its obvious retreat from my stomach.
In Akola, Seema's ancestral house was 3 floured building with the wooden structure matching old lavish homes. It even had an old styled fan made of cloth on a wooden bar attached to the roof. You had to pull the roop at the wall to fan the room. We visited lots of other houses nearby, saw some great temples, walked through farms and went to the river for play. It was a new experience, especially since I hadn't seen anything but metros and other cities. None of my relatives live in villages and all have settled long back in cities for livelihood.
Reminiscing those days...
Monday, August 02, 2010
Do you smile when you open your eyes in the morning?
My sister and her year-old baby girl stayed over at my place on the weekend. It was amazing!
The moment she caught up with the new place, Bebo began scampering all over looking for things to hurl on the floor, or things to break, also reaching for slippers (slip-on chappals) in the house to chew on. Yogesh kept carrying her out for short walks and showing her cars and kids playing. She loves to see cars go to and fro, her head moving right to left with every new car she caught sight of, and immediately tracking the next car and moving left to right and so on.
She made sure our biological clocks went for a toss by keeping awake till 2 am in the morning! She kept ordering to us to wake up - in her limited vocabulary (aye! uppp!) - in case we were trying to doze off. She kept doing tricks like throwing toys about and dancing in baby gestures, and looking at us for appreciation. Obviously although we were desperate to sleep we couldn't help getting exhilarated with every trick that she had in the box.
If the music stopped... Bebo used to pat her hand on my lap and point to Yogesh and immediately raise both her hands in the air in bhangra (Punjabi dance gesture). This signal was for me to tell Yogesh to play songs on the laptop - so that she can resume dancing.
From time to time, she made sure that we all were really looking at her while she danced... (waving hands and shoulders and moving the mouth for some foreign words). She scolded people who weren't attentive.
Finally she slept off and we kept trying to sleep for most part of the night. We awoke at our usual hours but she kept sleeping most of the morning, requiring us to hush our voices. I so waited for her to wake up begin the dance again!
The best part of being a baby is how you get to wake up with such a broad smile on your face. Bebo smiled at each of us in the morning, making us smile back. Such sweetness... and innocence. I began wondering when is it that you stop waking up with a smile on your face, not wanting to get out of your bed, not wanting to face the routine all over again!
Bebo gets out and starts waving hands for toys she wants and lo-behold, they fall in her lap automatically! We are so eager to please babies and see them smile.
When my sister and Bebo were leaving, we couldn't help feeling sooo sad, wanting the baby to stay for few more days, wishing she wouldn't come for such a short time. But then...no amount of time would be enough, right?
The moment she caught up with the new place, Bebo began scampering all over looking for things to hurl on the floor, or things to break, also reaching for slippers (slip-on chappals) in the house to chew on. Yogesh kept carrying her out for short walks and showing her cars and kids playing. She loves to see cars go to and fro, her head moving right to left with every new car she caught sight of, and immediately tracking the next car and moving left to right and so on.
She made sure our biological clocks went for a toss by keeping awake till 2 am in the morning! She kept ordering to us to wake up - in her limited vocabulary (aye! uppp!) - in case we were trying to doze off. She kept doing tricks like throwing toys about and dancing in baby gestures, and looking at us for appreciation. Obviously although we were desperate to sleep we couldn't help getting exhilarated with every trick that she had in the box.
If the music stopped... Bebo used to pat her hand on my lap and point to Yogesh and immediately raise both her hands in the air in bhangra (Punjabi dance gesture). This signal was for me to tell Yogesh to play songs on the laptop - so that she can resume dancing.
From time to time, she made sure that we all were really looking at her while she danced... (waving hands and shoulders and moving the mouth for some foreign words). She scolded people who weren't attentive.
Finally she slept off and we kept trying to sleep for most part of the night. We awoke at our usual hours but she kept sleeping most of the morning, requiring us to hush our voices. I so waited for her to wake up begin the dance again!
The best part of being a baby is how you get to wake up with such a broad smile on your face. Bebo smiled at each of us in the morning, making us smile back. Such sweetness... and innocence. I began wondering when is it that you stop waking up with a smile on your face, not wanting to get out of your bed, not wanting to face the routine all over again!
Bebo gets out and starts waving hands for toys she wants and lo-behold, they fall in her lap automatically! We are so eager to please babies and see them smile.
When my sister and Bebo were leaving, we couldn't help feeling sooo sad, wanting the baby to stay for few more days, wishing she wouldn't come for such a short time. But then...no amount of time would be enough, right?
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A Day at Tamhini Ghat
Last rains we decided to do a one day trip to Tamhini near Pune.
It was a Sunday. We got up, had early breakfast and left our house at Warje by 7.30 am. We took the road via Pirangut, Paudgaon on our bike and kept driving for about an hour.
The drive was splendid with all hills covered with greenery and lots of farms on the way. We stopped for tea at a tapri (a small shop) at the touch of Mulshi lake. Entry into the lake waters and its perimeter is restricted and is a property of Tata power. There is also Mulshi dam on the way.
When we reached Tamhini, we saw some smaller waterfalls but stopped at a spot where there were few vehicles already parked. Waterfall was at a small walk from the road. We began our small trek towards it amongst the hills. It was amazing with the sparkling water flowing by and us having to walk through it to reach the waterfall. The water was about knee to waist deep at some places. There were other picnic groups too having lots of fun. (Picture 1: Yogesh and a beautiful backdrop of mountains and rain clouds)
When I saw the waterfall, I couldn't help shuddering! The water crashed down heavy amongst a little enclosure in the hill. We were surrounded by the hill and trees.
There was a small lake created at the base of the waterfall... it was paradise, a world outside of our world. We stepped into the lake and walked towards the waterfall, not imagining for a second to stand under it! Water falling from such height hurts like rocks on your body. We sat on some boulders by the waterfall to click pics and ate snacks, splashing water all the time. (That's him in maroon conquering the waterfall!)
Then began our trek back to our bike, with us shivering, drenched to our bones. On our way back we stopped at a small resort for snacks and tea, and reached home by 8 pm well in time for dinner!
It was a Sunday. We got up, had early breakfast and left our house at Warje by 7.30 am. We took the road via Pirangut, Paudgaon on our bike and kept driving for about an hour.
The drive was splendid with all hills covered with greenery and lots of farms on the way. We stopped for tea at a tapri (a small shop) at the touch of Mulshi lake. Entry into the lake waters and its perimeter is restricted and is a property of Tata power. There is also Mulshi dam on the way.
When we reached Tamhini, we saw some smaller waterfalls but stopped at a spot where there were few vehicles already parked. Waterfall was at a small walk from the road. We began our small trek towards it amongst the hills. It was amazing with the sparkling water flowing by and us having to walk through it to reach the waterfall. The water was about knee to waist deep at some places. There were other picnic groups too having lots of fun. (Picture 1: Yogesh and a beautiful backdrop of mountains and rain clouds)
When I saw the waterfall, I couldn't help shuddering! The water crashed down heavy amongst a little enclosure in the hill. We were surrounded by the hill and trees.
There was a small lake created at the base of the waterfall... it was paradise, a world outside of our world. We stepped into the lake and walked towards the waterfall, not imagining for a second to stand under it! Water falling from such height hurts like rocks on your body. We sat on some boulders by the waterfall to click pics and ate snacks, splashing water all the time. (That's him in maroon conquering the waterfall!)Then began our trek back to our bike, with us shivering, drenched to our bones. On our way back we stopped at a small resort for snacks and tea, and reached home by 8 pm well in time for dinner!
Monday, February 22, 2010
First Wedding Anniversary in Tarkarli, Malwan
We had a super romantic 1st wedding anniversary celebration trip. It was on the 24th of December 2009. We had a short leave of 3 days and so planned to go to Tarkarli in Konkan. This place is near Malvan in Konkan.
We did online bookings for resorts through rtne.co.in and since it was a last minute booking we managed to get confirmation from Namita beach resort. MTDC has a cool resort there with great view though most people love to eat in the town. Namita is a doable home stay right near the beach with the sand just one step out of the rooms! It has coconut trees and a cool hammock where it is a amazing to have a cup of tree in the evening!
24th Dec, Evening: We did reservations for MSRTC semi luxury bus from Sant Tukaram bus stand Pimpri (Rs. 664 for both of us one-way). The Nigdi-Malwan bus starts in the evening at 7pm from Nigdi, Pune and reaches Swargate at 8.45pm (but was late as usual and left from Swargate, Pune at 9pm instead). We needed to book our return tickets to Pune since we cannot do it from Pune city.
25th Dec Morning: We reached at Malwan at 5.00am on 25th. Malwan to Tarkarli is just 15 mins away by auto rickshaw and they have standard rate of Rs. 60 per trip. W
e walked a small lovely walk amongst coconut trees and wells, and sand to our resort. On reaching there, we had a bath, some refreshing tea, pohe and left for sightseeing. We had decided to check out Malwan town first for booking and site seeing and beaches and fun for later.
25th Dec afternoon: Reached Malwan by some walk and then by auto and secured our return tickets from the ST stand! Then we began our exploring…starting from Sindhudurg in Malwan.
Sindhudurg: Sindhudurg meaning a 'Fort in the Sea' was built by Shivaji Maharaj. We need to take up a ferry from the Malwan coast to there. The fort has intact outer walls but the buildings inside have collapsed and nothing remains.
We did online bookings for resorts through rtne.co.in and since it was a last minute booking we managed to get confirmation from Namita beach resort. MTDC has a cool resort there with great view though most people love to eat in the town. Namita is a doable home stay right near the beach with the sand just one step out of the rooms! It has coconut trees and a cool hammock where it is a amazing to have a cup of tree in the evening!
24th Dec, Evening: We did reservations for MSRTC semi luxury bus from Sant Tukaram bus stand Pimpri (Rs. 664 for both of us one-way). The Nigdi-Malwan bus starts in the evening at 7pm from Nigdi, Pune and reaches Swargate at 8.45pm (but was late as usual and left from Swargate, Pune at 9pm instead). We needed to book our return tickets to Pune since we cannot do it from Pune city.
25th Dec Morning: We reached at Malwan at 5.00am on 25th. Malwan to Tarkarli is just 15 mins away by auto rickshaw and they have standard rate of Rs. 60 per trip. W
e walked a small lovely walk amongst coconut trees and wells, and sand to our resort. On reaching there, we had a bath, some refreshing tea, pohe and left for sightseeing. We had decided to check out Malwan town first for booking and site seeing and beaches and fun for later.25th Dec afternoon: Reached Malwan by some walk and then by auto and secured our return tickets from the ST stand! Then we began our exploring…starting from Sindhudurg in Malwan.
Sindhudurg: Sindhudurg meaning a 'Fort in the Sea' was built by Shivaji Maharaj. We need to take up a ferry from the Malwan coast to there. The fort has intact outer walls but the buildings inside have collapsed and nothing remains.
Things we saw there were -
- Clear sea waters from the walls of the fort. You can even see corals and sea weeds from the top of the fort!
- Entrance of the fort is well preserved. It is curved, so not visible to the enemies from afar and well protected from threats or ramming of enemy elephants.
- Nagarkhana (on the top of the entrance)
- Hand impression and foot impressions of Shivaji Maharaj in lime
- Drinking water pond in the fort that was used for drinking water in the past.
- Temple in the fort of some deity
- Temple of Shivaji Maharaj constructed by Rajaram Maharaj, his younger son.
- A secret underwater passageway (chor vaat) in one of the temple for escape outside the fort.
- Rare but famous two branched coconut tree (which is dead now with only trunk remaning)
- Snorkeling: We had already made up our minds to try snorkeling when at Sindhudurg and found some boatmen who would take us there. Charges are Rs. 250 per person for 30 mins. Yogesh had already done snorkeling at Kovalam beach, Kerala and was not as excited as me.
Our boat sailed around to the back of the fort and was anchored. There was a ladder from the edge of the boat leading to a floating tube waiting below in the water. I descended into the ring and began floating in the sea! Wow! The boatman gave me directions to breathe using the face mask and what to do in case water fills up the mask. Yet, the moment I submerged my head using the mask... PANIC!!! I immediately wanted to get out and hold on to something stable. The life guard held the rope to my floating ring. He calmed me down and after a little reassurance I tried it again. This time it was ok. Yogesh joined me in, and we were off to see the corals.
Corals were shiny... white, black, silver, green and blue shaded. The fish were dotted yellow and stripped and some were white... the guy gave us some bread crumbs and we fed them with our hands!!!! Wonderful experience totally. Snorkeling was an amazing adventure! This one in Sindhudurg, Malwan is very safe however types of corals and fish are limited. - After this we changed back to our dry clothes and left back for Malwan coast. We were terribly hungry and now wanted to eat some delicious Malwani food! And what would be better than the famous old 'Bamboo restaurant' in Malwan! We walked to this place from Malwan beach, and reached at 1 pm.
Bamboo is a relatively small outdoor place with about 10 tables of fours. Sad part is the wait. Hungry but determined now, we waited for 1 hour before we got a table. We ordered fish curry and rice and solkadi! The food was Simply Delicious! We couldn’t lift ourselves out of our chairs when we were done! :)
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Ek undir asto. Toh gavat rahat asto…
Sometimes for a change I like to hear someone else’s story too. Literally! I make my husband tell me some short story. And yea, he has a very nice manner of narrating them. I will put here some stories he tells me (oh yea … he tells the same stories over and over again if I want to hear)
Gavatla undir.
Once there was a mouse who lives in a village. He is very tired of the village now and bored of the life in it. There wasn't enough food to eat and he had to run around a lot everyday for food. And there was a huge cat in the village who always wanted to eat him up. So he decides that thats-it... now he has to go to the city to live forever.
His friend (a city mouse) wants him to come to the city and had tried many times, to make him give up his village life. The city mousse tells him that there is lot of food in the city and he will never have to go hungry. And so he writes a letter to his friend in the city that he is coming to live with him.
He gets in a bus for the city and waits for his stop to come. He gets down at a huge stop in the city and sees huge crowds everywhere. There are too many cars, buses and bicycles on the roads and he finds it very difficult to cross it. Somehow he manages to reach his friends house. His friend is very happy to see him and offers lot of delicious food.
But suddenly they hear lots of purring around them.. cats! They run for their lives and hide into a hole in the wall. To the city mouse this happened everyday but the village mouse is very afraid.
Finally he tells his friend, 'Look brother, I came here because I was afraid of the cat in our village and food was hard to find. But here you have lots of food but so much danger to the life. I am going back to my village where there is only one cat to be afraid of and not so many. I will search my food but live in peace!
Moral: Peace of mind is the best wealth!
तर ही गोष्ठ मी मराठीत ऐकत असते. एक उंदीर असतो. हा उंदीर गावत राहत असतो. त्याचा एक मित्र असतो. हा मित्र शहरात राहत असतो...
Gavatla undir.
Once there was a mouse who lives in a village. He is very tired of the village now and bored of the life in it. There wasn't enough food to eat and he had to run around a lot everyday for food. And there was a huge cat in the village who always wanted to eat him up. So he decides that thats-it... now he has to go to the city to live forever.
His friend (a city mouse) wants him to come to the city and had tried many times, to make him give up his village life. The city mousse tells him that there is lot of food in the city and he will never have to go hungry. And so he writes a letter to his friend in the city that he is coming to live with him.
He gets in a bus for the city and waits for his stop to come. He gets down at a huge stop in the city and sees huge crowds everywhere. There are too many cars, buses and bicycles on the roads and he finds it very difficult to cross it. Somehow he manages to reach his friends house. His friend is very happy to see him and offers lot of delicious food.
But suddenly they hear lots of purring around them.. cats! They run for their lives and hide into a hole in the wall. To the city mouse this happened everyday but the village mouse is very afraid.
Finally he tells his friend, 'Look brother, I came here because I was afraid of the cat in our village and food was hard to find. But here you have lots of food but so much danger to the life. I am going back to my village where there is only one cat to be afraid of and not so many. I will search my food but live in peace!
Moral: Peace of mind is the best wealth!
तर ही गोष्ठ मी मराठीत ऐकत असते. एक उंदीर असतो. हा उंदीर गावत राहत असतो. त्याचा एक मित्र असतो. हा मित्र शहरात राहत असतो...
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