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Shejari



Kaal Gauri ani me kharya arthane sakkhe shejari zalo. Shejari kase asavet? Jey ekmekanchya ghari yeun have tey khanyacha jhinnas, kutchi goshta magun gheun jaanare- sakhar, virjanasathi dahi, aala aani vattel tey! Jey ekmekanshi daarat ubhe rahun gappa martat aani khup charcha kartat; Jey ghari banavlelya recipes exchange karun ekmekanna manapasun appreciate karnare asey shejari!

Tar hya majhya definitions madhe basel ashya prakarche ‘shejari’ kaal Gauri ani me zalo. Kahi divsannpurvi me ghari jevayla hote. Aaini kutchitari boring bhaaji keleli. Me jevayla basnarach, tevdhyat bell vajli. Baghte tar Gauri ani tichya haatat zakleli vaati. Gauri ne swataha chicken curry keli hoti. Tey ti muddamun majhyasathi taste karayla gheun aali hoti. Tey jevan kay masta lagla mahitye ka! Mag kaal me swatahun kolambicha kalvan kela hotÃ¥. Mag hyaveli me tichya ghari dabba pochavla. Ghari parat yetana, jey satisfactory feeling ani ananda hota tey mhanje ‘shejarpancha’!

Mala vattata shejarpan ani baalpan go hand in hand. Vees tey baavees varshanpurvi, aamhi jevha Aaji chya ghari rahat hoto, tevha shejarpanachi khari olakh mala zali. Aaji rahaychi 2nd floor var ani amche sakkhe (immediate) shejari hote Salunke. Deshmukh ani Tungare hote first floor var. Deshmukhankade me paalnagharasathi jayche. Tyamule tyanchya ghari me nehmich comfortable asayche. Tithech duparche jevan, duparchi zop, zopun uthla ki Protinex or Complan ghalun doodh aani mag Aai yeyi paryanta sandhyakaalcha khel; asa dinakram me khalchya shejaryankade paalayche. Deshmukh aaji ni kadhi Sunday or bakichya divshi kahi masta khayla kele tar me tey khayla asaychech! Sarvat jasta mala jey athavtay tey mhanje Deshmukh Aaji ni kelela ‘ambat-varan’. Tiche ambat-varan ani amchya gharche ambat varan khup vegle hote. Mala ajunahi ti chav athavtye!

Amche sakhhe shejari hote Salunke. Salunke yancha ek chota naatu hota, Vaibhav. Vaibhav majhyapeksha hun almost 2 varshanni lahan hota. Toh ani me second floor var khup dhudgus ghalaycho. Kadhi toh amchya ghari tar kadhi me tyachya ghari. Tyachyaghari kadhi hotel madhun pav bhaji order keli tar mala bolavla jaycha, ani me shamelessly khayche suddha! Diwalit tar amchaa madhla corridor amcha playground vhayche, aani toh aani me chakka corridor aani gharachya balcony madhe paus aani fulbaji lavaycho!

Pan majha khara aani agla-vegla shejarpan hota tey mhanje aamchya samorchya building madhe second floor var rahnare Surve yanchyabarobar. Tyanchi hall chi khidki ani aamchi pathchi gallery samora-samor hote. Hya don worlds madhe javal paas 20-25 feet cha antar asel. Mala athavtay me 3-4 varshanchi astana Raju kaka aani Papi Tai shi khidkitun gappa marayche. Me joorat, “Raju kakaaaaa!”,ashi haak marayche. Aani Raju kaka lagech tyachya khidkit yaycha. Amhi doghe khup gappa maraycho. Ashya gappa ji donhi buildings na aiku jayil ashya ! Kay majja yaychi :)


‘Hum Aapke Hain Kounn’ ha me theatre madhe baghitlela pahila picture. Aani tevhapasun attaparyanta toh majha favourite aahe. Purvi amchyakade cable navhta. Me second standard madhe yeyiparyanta me Doordarshan aani Metro ya fakta don channels varach vadhle! Pan Raju kakakade cable kadhichach aala hota. Tyanchya TV var jey lagaycha tey mala disayche; pan me farsakahi laksh nahi dyayche. Ekda ratri tyanchya cable var Hum Aapke Hain Kounn lagla hota aani Surve family toh picture baghat hoti. Mala pan baghaycha hota. Amchya tv var toh picture nahi mhanun majhi nirrasha zali. Pan favourite picture chukvaycha kasa? Mhanun me Aajichya bed var basun, 30 feet var aslelya tv var toh picture baghat basle! Aai babanna aadhi majja vatli pan mag me zopaycha naav gheyich naa! Shevti tyanni Raju kaka la haak marun sangitla ki tumhi tumchi khidki banda karun ghya, amchi mulgi nahitar zopnar nahi! Raju kaka chya Aaine khidki lavun ghetli. Kiti dushtapana! Me jaam ragavle hote Aai-Babannvar ani Raju kaka chya Aaivar pan.

Kadhi kadhi me Raju kakachya ghari jayche. Tevha lambun disnare chehre javalun kashe distat hey disaycha. Ani tyachyagharatun, amcha ghar kasa vegla dista hehi disaycha! Kadachit tyaveli ‘two different perspectives’ cha dhada mala aapoaapch milat hota :) 

Hey shejari nuste shejari nasun majhya life che important parts hotey. Majhya life madhe ghadnarya saglya ‘exciting’ goshti chi khabar Raju kaka la me haak marun sangayche! Ani ti inadvertently jag-jaahir vhaychi pan! Tyaveli kuthe koni yevdha conscious asta, aani kuthe koni yevdha laksh dyacycha?

Navin jaaget alyavar kuthetari haa shejarpan tutla. Navin shejari changle hotey pan yevdhe pan open navhte. Toh innocence gela, toh openness gela. Amchya building samor buildings aajahi aahet, pan yevdhe varsha samora-samor rahun dekhil koni ekmekanna ‘hi’ nahi karat. Rastyavarun chaltana disla koni tari ‘na olakhlya sarkhach’ kartat.

Shejari aajahi madat kartatch, ani that is a big thing, even now! But somewhere tey feelings ani toh olava missing aahe. Nahi mhantla tari aaj saglech thodese guarded aani khup busy zalet. Aplya sakhya gharatlya lokansathi vel kadhayla kashta lagtat, tar shejari rahanyarya lokancha prashnach kuthe yeto? Tyanchya life madhlya honare events, Facebook chya timeline var distat pan samora-samor farsa kahi conversation hot nahi.

I don’t know what it was- was it the ‘time’ or was it the innocence of that age? Lahanpani, tumhi agdi sahajtene konavarahi vishwas thevta ani manmoklepanane bolta. You never think about the opposite person’s intentions. Lahanpani joh mokalepana asto toh mothepani ka haravto? Asa kay hota madhlya velet, jyachyamule toh innocence rather trust harvato?

Kalave :) 








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Sayali Kadam said…
Amu! It is lovely... And it is so true... Haravlai te sagla kuthetari..
December 14, 2015 at 1:09 PM
shreya sawant said…
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December 14, 2015 at 1:25 PM
shreya sawant said…
Amuuuuu!! <3 Khup sundar!Punha shodhuya to junya shejarpanacha touch..navin navin cuisines exchange karun :) :*
December 14, 2015 at 1:26 PM
Amruta Pradhan said…
Thank you Sayali and Gauri :)

December 14, 2015 at 7:28 PM
Meenal said…
Amu, apratim, ati sunder!!!
You have touched the cord at the right spot and with subtle vibrancy. Loved and lived your experiences....in Aaji's place. Hope you reconnect with Raju Kaka, and renew your friendship with him.
Ase asave baalpan, and ase asave Shjari!
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December 15, 2015 at 6:09 PM
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