गोष्ट दोन बाल्पणांची...

गोष्ट दोन बाल्पणांची...
कुण्या एक बागेत खेळत होता एक बाळ
भवरे फिरवायचा, गोट्या खेळायअचा, पतंग उडवायचा तो
सकाळ, दुपार, संध्याकाळ...
चिंच, पेरू, बोरा खात, रोज हे बाळ शाळेत जाई
शाळा सुटली की मात्र, हे बाळ खेळायला जाई
कंप्यूटर नव्हता, टी.व्ही. नव्हता, होता असा तो काळ
रेडियो एकता एकता, झोपी जाई ते बाळ
ते बाळ आता मोठे झाले, तो व त्याची बायको दोघे कमवू लागले
टी.व्ही. आला, कंप्यूटर आला, बदलून गेला काळ
पण कामत ते इतके बुडून गेले, की एकटेच पडले त्यांचे बाळ
चाळीत असता होते मैदान, पण फ्लैट मध्ये ते नाही
तुइशन्स, क्लास्सेस, शाळा, या पलिकडे त्या बाळाला खेळायला वेळच नाही
त्यांचे बाळ आता कंप्यूटर वरच खेळते, आणि संध्याकाळी आई बाबा घरी आले की
त्यांचे भांडणच ऎकते
या बाळाकडे सगळे आहे, नाही फक्त आईची कुशी
या बलाचा संभाळ करतात प्लेग्रुप मधल्या मावशी
काय झाले हे...........असे का झाले....
पूर्वीचे बालपण आता कुठे हरवले??

TEACH INDIA

I was thinking of this a very good initiative - Teach India taken by the times of India. But is basic education or learning to read and write only, is what we should call education?

The children we teach should also know the ill effects of corruption, bribery. What we saw during the "No confidence motion" was a shameful picture of how deep the corruption has gone into the system.

We must strive to remove the roots of this corruption......the penetration which has gone deeper than we can ever imagine....

We always say the next generation will be better....but today take a look at our generation - we feel no shame in bribing the traffic havaldars when we break the traffic rules.....and all these are educated people.....so my question is "DOES EDUCATING MEANS ONLY READING AND WRITING?"

A Lover’s Story and Politics

I was traveling Powai to meet my future bride, a beautiful, young girl born in an educated family, with amazingly sweet smile. I had fallen in love with it the first time I had seen her. It was an arrange marriage and not the boy meet girl story, but it had turned out to be a love story after all. I was dreaming of her , the way she smiled, laughed, talked, touched her hair gently pushing them back, It was all so lovely. And suddenly the taxi went into this giant pot hole, I felt as if I was shaken heavily by an earthquake.
A pot hole in the middle of a highway! I had just returned from Holland, a place just 200Km by 300Km in area but kept in perfect order. Not once in those 6 months did I come across a pot hole in the highway, let alone other smaller lanes. As I kept traveling on this hilly road ( too many pot holes to call it a highway, anyway) I was wondering why this happens in India. What are the politicians in those countries doing that the politicians here are not doing?
What are the people in those countries doing that we are not doing. There is just one answer – Abide by the rules.
The people there are scared to take law in their own hands, and here we do that in our day to day lives. A fine example is – What do u do when a traffic cop catches you when you break the signal? – Give him Rs. 50 and go. You just broke the law and you don’t want to pay the fine. What are you actually doing? You are encouraging bribery and dishonesty among the policemen. Then again it’s we the people who say that police are corrupt.
We must follow the law, pay our taxes and do what is right, only then we will become great. A country as small as Goa by area can do this but we can’t. It’s sheer shame. What are we scared of?
Why cant we be honest and follow the law?
The same goes for our politicians. We have seen them raise issues that lead to communal disharmony and hatred among people. But they can’t take up the following issues
1. Make better Flyovers
2. Provide good Garbage bins
3. Provide better drinking water
4. Avoid increasing vote banks by allowing illegal immigrants to stay
5. Help police
6. Stop celebrating birthdays etc publicly
7. Stop taking city to halt and damaging public property
8. Educate the poor and teach them honesty
9. Pay your taxes
10. Spread the message of Equality

There are so many issues that need to be resolved. The people must also understand this only then we will become a great country.
I did not realize that I had passed my bride’s house, but then next pothole would soon make me realize this. Sometimes I think I need to thank these pot holes for saving my money.

Thank God I am not! - by Vinay Kalap!

Thank God I am not in Air Force; I would have died in MiG21 crash

Thank God I am not a Delhiite; I would have been crushed by the Blueline Bus

Thank God I don’t travel by Metro; I would have been killed by faulty construction

Thank God I am not a rich businessman; I would have been killed at Taj or Oberoi

Thank God I don’t travel by train; I would have been killed in the bomb blast

Thank God I don’t live in Bihar, Andhra or Kerala, I would been killed by floods

Thank God I am not a sailor; I would have been killed by pirates

Thank God I am not a railway motorman; I would have been killed due to water pipe falling on me

Thank God I am not a poultry farmer; I would have been killed due to bird flu

Thank God I am not a school student in Pune; I would have been killed due to unavailability of timely treatment for swine flu

Thank God I am unemployed; I would have drowned in the rains, killed in blasts or killed due to poor construction.

Never once in the above incidents have a politician died, and now I aspire to become a politician. At least then I will die a normal death.

Jai Hind!!