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Athwani: 1
Athwani: 1
Athwani: 1
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This is the first volume of Manaswini's short stories from yester-era, recent past and contemporary times. Manaswini's style of presentation is simple as if she is talking to us readers and makes a good light reading. The times have changed in Marathi world quite rapidly and she has gone into the characters so well that they appear real people you may know. One seems to wonder if it's her grandma's story, her mom's or her own! It brings out life situations of a middle-class Maharashtrian girl from a Puneri orthodox background who moved into Mumbai after marriage and later ended up in London. She struggled educating herself, worked in small office jobs before becoming a teacher. She spent most of her teaching life in a cosmopolitan Mumbai after marriage and interacted with different non-marathi folks as her students or their parents. These stories describe her challenges, her nature, the family she belonged to, the social norms of those days, the joys and struggles of those times, contemporary values, school, working life experiences, how people were, how things changed etc. etc. Her stories take you to another world and she gives us readers a slice of life from 'those' times in a charming narrative style. Each chapter is a memory that stands on its own with her reflections from past and present, but there are subtle links chapter to chapter. The book is very addictive and you will be glued to it from its beginning to the end.

Languageमराठी
PublisherManaswini
Release dateMay 28, 2015
ISBN9781310663802
Athwani: 1
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Manaswini

Who is Manaswini?Manaswini is a middle-class woman who has had a 'not-too-easy' life but pursed her ideals ceaselessly. Naturally, she is faced with many challenges – some imposed due to her high ambitions, some due to her own limitations and others imposed by external factors such as social pressures, cultural baggage, lack of opportunities etc. Manaswini values education above anything else and made her living being a teacher most life, although she had worked in banks, small offices, social institutions before. She is a keen observer, who started as a rebel questioning how and why of things that bothered her, but soon learnt 'acceptance' and became a sensitive person, less critical of denials and injustice dished out on her plate of life. Many of those rebel questions got answered as she plodded along life, some have remained questions to date as she continues to look at the world through changing times. She is still in the making, learning new things from life everyday but has already framed answers / solutions with whatever little she knows / learned in response to that insolent mind of hers. But each and every time she takes a fresh look at herself and the people around her and the society as a whole – there is a certain freshness about her spirit which simply 'seeks'. She thinks about situations and tries to relate those 'critical' observations gaining some unique overviews - which are well-presented in her poems.She is a quiet person in everyday life but aggressively at work, she believes is important! She has painstakingly compiled her first book of poems. One lovely character of Manaswini is her amazing adaptability, without which she wouldn't have survived through the 'thick and thin' of her challenging life. She cannot help appreciating the changes and has developed an understanding of how things were, how they should have been, what they are now and where are they heading. Her writing captures the changing times, changing moralities and changing attitudes. She cannot help warning us the dangers of 'changing guns' and 'jumping fences' in pursuit of short-term needs, greed; which she observes in people around, all the time!Manaswini is open-minded and tries to mop-in new influences and technology. Human as she is, with a natural nostalgia, she pushes herself in the new world bravely. She is aware of environment and environmental issues surrounding modernity / development and some of her poems reflect this concern. She is quite positive about it and marries those concerns with adaptability providing us readers with a hope for better future, provided we practise self-restraint as a policy while exploiting nature / technology.How does Manaswini look?Let's be honest, Manaswini is not a beauty queen, but she is not bad looking either! She dresses smart to compliment her 'next-door' looks and her witty brains are her powerful fashion accessories. Manaswini mesmerises people around her by radiating her inner beauty through her eyes, words and deeds. Manaswini dresses modestly and has only a couple of designer dresses, which she wears on festive ocassions - but you will never guess, her everyday wear is mostly from the stalls outside that big shopping mall! Manaswini has a slender built, quite athletic, pleasing personality and is slightly taller than the average girls. She wears a conservative plait that twines her curly dark hair and her hair clip matches her dress on most days.When Manaswini is seen by people, they see not only the person but her personality, her heart and her questioning mind. There were times she wished she was more beautiful when someone else got a random break just for the looks but this insecurity does not really bother her underlying confidence – she is quite content the way she is and knows very well that external beauty is transient and fades with time but being a beautiful soul is for ever.How does Manaswini talk / sound like?You will like her the moment she says 'hello' as it's not just her lips but also her eyes saying hello as well. She speaks clearly but softly and her words are fortified with her wisdom and experiences of the world she lives in. Her accent is urban and her grammar is chaste, but her Marathi is corrupted with lots of English, Hindi and Gujarati words, thanks to the cosmopolitan city she dwells. She gets straight to the point and dislikes the general formalities that many people follow knowingly/ unknowingly. Being independent and busy with her own life, she does not have volumes of general gossip but what she knows is of substance and she is absolutely sure about it.How old is Manaswini?It's wrong to ask a lady her age, but she is about the same age as you. She has gone through life and her poems talk about the changing world and her adaptability. Her thoughts and thought processes evolve with times, so she is evergreen and young! Should we say - she has gone past her teenage, brought up children and faced middle-class, mid-life crises and come out of it, become mature as a wise old grandma and in a position to guide and advise. Age is only a number, so keep guessing!Where is Manaswini from?Manaswini is from India, Indian at heart and will remain Indian. But she is that global Indian who has travelled and spent quite some time abroad, lived and interacted with western cultures and related it to Indian culture time and again. She is firm in her roots, but she seems to have accepted westernisation as an ongoing, inevitable phenomenon during the process of globalisation. Her poems neither show an excessive admiration nor rejection of westernisation.Will Manaswini tell me what she really thinks?In general she is not too talkative when it comes to sharing her 'inner' thoughts, she will only talk to her friends or someone she thinks is worth sharing with. It's not coincidental, but almost every time she joins in a conversation, it is at a point when moralities or right / wrong is being discussed or someone has asked her advice on a 'moral issue'. She is fierce and defensive about what she believes is right / wrong and quickly dismisses other arguments that sound immoral or she thinks are based on a certain falsehood. Manaswini sounds quite different when she gets in that mode, her tone of voice changes rapidly but her volume of speech not that much. Words flow out passionately but never will she swear or utter any words that fall out of etiquette. People struggle to keep pace with her chain of thoughts – she skips through the train of thought waves as most of those emotions originate in her heart. Her arguments in defence become far-fetched for some, who then misjudge her and she gets misunderstood in certain circles, simply because she did not clarify the 'obvious' as she went along. But Manaswini does not care, as her experience shows she always gets more supporters than opponents at the end of it and she knows she is on the side of truth and 'truth always wins' somehow! People get converted to her way of thinking after they hear her – she is quite an orator in these extraordinary situations.So watch out readers – after reading Manaswini's works, you might get converted! Manaswini builds up a lot of emotional baggage but is fair in her evaluations; she goes through a dialogue with the self and the result is fine, classy writings. Read and enjoy!

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    अनुक्रमणिका

    प्रस्तावना

    आठवण १ (वाघची)

    आठवण २ (पहिलं खोट)

    आठवण ३ (वीणा विराणी)

    आठवण ४ (किती अनैसर्गिक!)

    आठवण ५ (वीरेंद्र शहाणे)

    आठवण ६ (बुचाची फुलं)

    आठवण ७ (माझी सात्विक जिद्द)

    आठवण ८ (अनाकलनिय)

    आठवण ९ (ह्याला उद्धटपपणा म्हणाल?)

    आठवण १० (बक्षिस समारंभ)

    आठवण ११ (डोक्यातला गजरा)

    आठवण १२ (अंधश्रद्धा)

    आठवण १३ (लेझीम स्पर्धा)

    आठवण १४ (योगायोग असेल कां?)

    आठवण १५ (ज्ञानाचा उपयोग)

    आठवण १६ (मुंबईची लोकल)

    आठवण १७ (जग कश्यावर चालत?)

    आठवण १८ (रोज ची)

    आठवण १९ (आंब्यांचे साम्राज्य)

    आठवण २० (एका पिढीतील श्रीमंतीचा माज)

    आठवण २१ (उत्सव श्रीगणेशाचा)

    आठवण २२ (माणूस? एक जनावरच!)

    आठवण २३ (सवलत मागणं - एकप्रकारची भीकच)

    आठवण २४ (अभ्यास)

    आठवण २५ (ने मजसी ने)

    धन्यवाद पत्रिका

    आठवण १ (वाघची)

    मी प्रायमरी शाळेत पहिलीच्या वर्गात होते. वर्गात मी आणि गुर्जर, दोनच मुली! तीही पुढे वारली. शाळेचा एक प्यून. 'वाघ' त्याचं आडनाव. जितक्या वेळा त्याला मी दिसायची, तितक्या वेळा तो मला चिडवायचा. 'कांदा-मुळा भाजी, अवघी विठाई माझी' तुकारामाचा हा अभंग भसाड्या आवाजात गायचा! तेंव्हा त्याला उत्तर देण्याची अक्कल माझ्याजवळ नव्हती. मी फक्त पट्टी घेऊन त्याला मारायला धावायची.

    जवळ जवळ सत्तर वर्षांनी त्या वाघाची नि त्या अभंगाची आठवण झाली.

    बऱ्याच वर्षांनी म्हणजे बावीस वर्षांनी, मी तश्या जवळच्या नातलगाकडे गेले होते. घरातील सर्व जमले. मी जे जे बोलत होते, सांगत होते ते ते सर्व, सारे घर एकाग्रतेने, मन लावून ऐकत होते. गप्पा खूपच रंगल्या. दोन-अडीच तास कुठे निघून गेले कळलंच नाही! तेव्हा ती नातलग, आपल्या उजव्या हाताच्या पांच बोटांचा चंबू, जमिनीकडे पुन्हा पुन्हा वर-खाली हालवत म्हणाली, तू मुळे ना! खोल खोल जाणारच!

    'हो'. मी मुळेच. मूळ कधीच एकट नसत. अनेक असतात! सोटमूळ जमिनीत खोल खोल जात. त्याला मोठी मुळ फुटतात. त्यांना पुन्हा: लहान मुळ फुटतात, लहान मुळांना बारीक मूळ फ़ुटतात्त. आठही दिशांना वाढतात. ती जमिनीला घट्ट पकडुन ठेवतात. मोठ्ठा पसारा होतो त्यांचा! जमिनीवर केवढाही मोठा वृक्ष असो, त्याचं खोडं. फांद्या, पानं, फुलं, फळ या सर्वांना ती आधार देतात. त्यांच्या पोषणासाठी दूरवर जाऊन खानिजद्रव्य-पाणी शोषून आणतात आणि सतत त्याचा पुरवठा झाडांना करतात. त्यांचा आधार बनून! जमिनीच्या अंधारात राहून, वाढून ती जमिनीवर वाढणाऱ्या झाडांची काळजी घेतात. 'कसलं झाड' वर आहे, हे ही त्यांना माहित नसतं. तरीही जन्माबरोबरच येणार 'कर्म' म्हणून नि:स्वार्थीपणे, इमाने इतबारे, मन लावून त्यांचा स्विकार करतात. त्यांना बाकीच्या जगाच्या मान्यतेची गरज नसते. निसर्गान दिलेलं हे काम ती 'दैवी-कर्म' म्हणून स्विकारतात आणि निभावतातही.

    म्हणूनच मला माझ्या 'मुळे' आडनावाचा रास्त अभिमान आहे.

    माझ्या या 'जबरदस्त' पांच मिनिटांच्या भाषणाने सर्वच 'आवाक' झाले. कठपुतळीसारखे सारेजण माझ्याकडे पहात राहिले. त्याच क्षणी माझ्या मनांत आल, प्यून वाघला हे उत्तर मी त्यावेळी देऊ शकले असते तर!!... कदाचित तो माझेही अभंग गाऊ लागला असता आपल्या भसाड्या आवाजात!!

    नारळ-लिंबू, हिरवी मिरची, स्वादिष्ट चटणी विठाईसी,

    पुंडलिका वर दे आतां, हाSSरि विठ्ठल

    आठवण २ (पहिलं खोट)

    मी इंग्रजी दुसरीत म्हणजे आताच्या सहावीत, शाळेत शिकत होते. हिंदी भाषेची तोंड ओळख बऱ्यापैकी होती. दरवर्षी माझ्या शाळेत १ऑंगस्ट या दिवशी 'टिळक पुण्यतिथी' साजरी होत असे. त्यानिमित्याने विविध स्पर्धा घेतल्या जायच्या. इयत्ता ५वी ते ७वी आणि ८वी ते ११वी असे दोन विभाग केले जायचे. प्रत्येक विभागातील विजेत्यांना तीन बक्षिसे व दोन प्रोत्साहनपर बक्षिसे असत. शाळेत एक धम्माल वातावरण निर्माण व्हायचं. एकाच स्पर्धेत भाग ध्यायची परवानगी असे. अर्थात कोणत्या स्पर्धेत भाग घ्यायचा याला खूप महत्व!

    यंदा माझ्या डोक्यान घेतलं की मला गाण्याच्या स्पर्धेत भाग घ्यायचा. त्यांत दोन विभाग. 'शास्त्रीय संगीत' व 'इतर संगीत'. शास्त्रीय संगीत हे माझ्यासाठी हजारो मैल दूर असलेली स्पर्धा. मग मी 'इतर संगीत' स्पर्धेत उतरायचं ठरवल. माझ्या पुराणमतवादी एकत्र कुटुंबात 'गाण' शब्द म्हटला तरी 'अब्रह्मण्यम!' मग मार्गदर्शन कुणाचं?

    माझं मीच 'हिंदी' गाणं म्हणायचं ठरवलं. त्या काळात रेडियो, टी. व्ही, कॅसेट्स यापैकी काहीच नव्हत. त्यांतून मी प्रतिष्ठित वडिलांची मुलगी. शाळेत प्रिन्सिपल पासून शिक्षकांपर्यंत सर्वांची नजर आमच्या शिस्तप्रिय कुटुंब-कन्येवर असणारच! थोडक्यात. कुठेही चूक होता कामा नये.

    मला कुणालाच काही विचारावस वाटलं नाही. पण गाणं तर म्हणायचं होत. दोन दिवस यावर विचार केला. अखेर सातवीत असणाऱ्या, माझ्या मोठया बहिणीजवळ मी तिचं हिंदीच पुस्तक मागितलं. प्रथम तिच्या दहा प्रश्नांची उत्तर मला द्यावी लागली. जेव्हा तिला कळल की मी स्पर्धेत तिच्या पुस्तकातील कविता पाठ म्हणणार आहे तेव्हां तिचं डोकच फिरलं. तिन तिचं पुस्तक स्वत:च्या गादीतील उशीखाली ठेवायला सुरवात केली. दोन तीन दिवसांनी हा विषय ती विसरली. पण पुस्तक डोक्याखालीच! एकदा गाढ झोपेत ती इकडे-तिकडे सरकली. मी टपूनच बसलेली होते. हळूच तिच पुस्तक घेतलं नि तडक पलंगाखाली झोपून ती कविता फटाफट लिहून घेतली. पुन्हा पुस्तक तिच्या उशीखाली ठेवलं नि कवितेचा कागद अलगद माझ्या फ्रॉकच्या खिशांत ठेवला. दुसऱ्या दिवसापासून गृहपाठ करण्यापूर्वी कवितेचे एक-एक कडवं मी ऱ्हस्व-दीर्घासह पाठ केलं. चाल साधीच पण ठेक्याची लावली होती. आज मला गाणं नक्की आठवत नाही.पण ती एका वीर योध्याच्या पराक्रमाची कविता होती, असं पुसट-पुसट आठवतंय. कवितेत

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