मी कधीच रिस्क घेत नाही

दारु पिताना मी कधीच रिस्क घेत नाही
मी संध्याकाळी घरी येतो तेव्हा बायको स्वयंपाक करत असते,
शेल्फमधील भांड्यांचा आवाज बाहेर येत असतो,
मी चोरपावलाने घरात येतो,
माझ्या काळ्या कपाटातून बाटली काढतो,
शिवाजीमहाराज फोटोतून बघत असतात,
या कानाचा त्या कानाला पत्ता लागत नाही,
कारण मी कधीच रिस्क घेत नाही .... ||१||

वापरात नसलेल्या मोरीतल्या फळीवरुन मी ग्लास काढतो,
पटकन एक पेग भरुन आस्वाद घेतो,
ग्लास धुवून पुन्हा फळीवर ठेवतो,
अर्थात बाटलीही काळ्या कपाटात ठेवतो,
शिवाजीमहाराज मंद हसत असतात,
स्वयंपाकघरात डोकावून बघतो,
बायको कणीकच मळत असते,
तरी या कानाचा त्या कानाला पत्ता लागत नाही,
कारण मी कधीच रिस्क घेत नाही .... ||२||

मी : जाधवांच्या मुलीच्या लग्नाचं जमलं का गं?
ती : छे! दानत असेल तर मिळेल ना चांगलं स्थळ!

मी परत बाहेर येतो, काळ्या कपाटाच्या दाराचा आवाज होतो,
बाटली मात्र मी हळूच काढतो,
वापरात नसलेल्या मोरीतल्या फळीवरुन मी ग्लास काढतो,
पटकन एक पेग भरुन आस्वाद घेतो, बाटली धुवून मोरीत ठेवतो,
काळा ग्लास पण कपाटात ठेवतो,
तरी या कानाचा त्या कानाला पत्ता लागत नाही,
कारण मी कधीच रिस्क घेत नाही .... ||३||

मी : अर्थात जाधवांच्या मुलीचं अजून काही लग्नाचं वय झालं नाही..
ती : नाही काऽऽय! अठ्ठावीस वर्षांची घोडी झालीये म्हणे..
मी : (आठवून जीभ चावतो) अच्छा अच्छा ...

मी पुन्हा काळ्या कपाटातून कणीक काढतो,
मात्र कपाटाची जागा आपोआप बदललेली असते,
फळीवरुन बाटली काढून पटकन मोरीत एक पेग मारतो,
शिवाजी महाराज मोठ्ठ्याने हसतात,
फळी कणकेवर ठेवून, शिवाजीचा फोटो धुवून मी काळ्या कपाटात ठेवतो,
बायको गॅसवर मोरीच ठेवत असते,
या बाटलीचा त्या बाटलीला पत्ता लागत नाही,
कारण मी कधीच रिस्क घेत नाही .... ||४||

मी : (चिडून) जाधवांना घोडा म्हणतेस? पुन्हा बोललीस तर जीभच कापून टाकीन!
ती : उगीच कटकट करु नका... बाहेर जाऊन गप पडा...

मी कणकेमधून बाटली काढतो, काळ्या कपाटात जाऊन एक पेग मळतो,
मोरी धुवून फळीवर ठेवतो,
बायको माझ्याकडे बघून हसत असते,
शिवाजीमहाराजांचा स्वयंपाक चालूच असतो,
पण ह्या जाधवांचा त्या जाधवाना पत्ता लागत नाही,
कारण मी कधीच रिस्क घेत नाही .... ||५||

मी: (हसत हसत) जाधवांनी घोडीशी लग्न ठरवलं आहे म्हणे!
ती: (ओरडून) तोंडावर पाणी मारा!!

मी परत स्वयंपाकघरात जातो, हळूच फळीवर बसतो,
गॅसही फळीवरच असतो..
बाहेरच्या खोलीतून बाटल्यांचा आवाज येतो,
मी डोकावून बघतो ... बायको मोरीत दारूचा आस्वाद घेत असते,
ह्या घोडीचा त्या घोडीला पत्ता लागत नाही,
अर्थात शिवाजी महाराज कधीच रिस्क घेत नाहीत..
जाधवांचा स्वयंपाक होईपर्यंत्...मी फोटोतून बायकोकडे बघून हसत असतो...
कारण मी कधीच रिस्क घेत नाही...||६||

टीप - ही अफलातून रचना माझी नाही.

 

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Once in Life Time

When the school reopened in June, And we settled in our new desks and benches!
When we queued up in book depot, And got our new books and notes!
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with pencils, and Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!
When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to Color pencils and finally sketch pens!
When we started calculating first with tables and then with Clarke's tables and advanced to Calculators and computers!
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms Drenched in sweat!
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds!
When all the colors in the world, Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!
When few played 'kabadi' and 'Kho-Kho' in scorching sun, While others simply played 'book cricket' in the
Confines of classroom!
Of fights but no conspiracies, Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!
When few rushed at 3:45 to 'Conquer' window seats in our School bus!
While few others had 'Big Fun', 'peppermint' , 'kulfi', ' milk ice !' and 'sharbat !' at 4o Clock!

Gone are the days Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them!
Gone are the days Of tenth and twelfth standards, when We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!

We learnt, We enjoyed, We played, We won, We lost, We laughed, We cried, We fought, We thought.

With so much fun in them, so many friends, So much experience, all this and more!

Gone are the days When we used to talk for hours with our friends!
Now we don't have time to say a `Hi'!

Gone are the days When we played games on the road!
Now we Code on the road with laptop!

Gone are the days When we saw stars Shining at Night!
Now we see stars when our code doesn't Work!

Gone are the days When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!
Now we chat in chat rooms......!

Gone are the days Where we studied just to pass!
Now we study to save our job!

Gone are the days Where we had no money in our pockets and still fun filled on our hearts!!
Now we have the ATM as well as credit card but with an empty heart!!

Gone are the days Where we shouted on the road!
Now we don't shout even at home

Gone are the days Where we got lectures from all!
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....!!

Gone are the days But not the memories, which will be Lingering in our hearts forever and ever and
Ever and ever and ever .....

Gone are the Days.... But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!

NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE, DONT FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS........

Keep Your Dream

A person named Monty who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.

The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch”.

He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.

The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’
The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it. Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.

The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.

He stated, “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream”.

Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”

Moral Of the Story:
Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.