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Pu La Transformational Stories, Peston Kaka reposted blog to further refer to Siddharud Swamy referred by Peston Kaka .. Ashok Ranade interview of Pt Mansur .. 12 minutes play and you hear about the Swamy …
Pu La ’s transformational stories: Cultural Symbiosis in his story Pestonji or Peston Kaka:
When I shared my earlier blog on Pu La (Acharya P K Atre’s article on him in Maratha 1965) with one of my creative writer Marathi Playwright friend he didn’t seem to be pleased on my choice of writers : Prahlad Keshav Atre and Purushottam Lakshman Deshpande. <br>

The possible reason could be that these writers being pro establishment or that they were not vociferously supporting the class and caste annihilation through their writing. Their sensibilities were probably close to the middle class.
My friend and host of others are surely still under the spell of Marx and his ideas of social transformation. Therefore, I have deliberately given the title to this blog as ‘Transformational Stories of Pu La’
However, in today’s post modern world in which we believe that technology is a great leveller it will be wrong to straight jacket writers in certain categories or classify them among the various sections in the society.
Atre was the first playwright after Deval’s Sharada and Gadkari’s Sindhu who made the woman to leave the family in his play Gharabaher (घराबाहेर)

Later M G Rangnekar adapted Ibsen’s Doll’s House in his Kulvadhu (कुलवधू)

In our blindly following western critics and their theories we throw all old writers in the category of pro-establishment writers. This has two serious bad effects. The literature in which today’s young generation might take keen interest .. we are deliberately drawing them away from those classics. In our attempt to force them to toe our intellectual line we give them exposure only to so called anti establishment literature which is not read out of literature classes in which there is a miniscule minority of young reading public and they too read it for the sake of examinations.
My friend’s anger on Pu La seems to be in this line. However, how can we forget his Phulrani? (ती फुलराणी) , the beautiful adaptation of My Fair Lady, which was an adaptation of Shaw’s Pygmalion.

In the original play Shaw has shown the transformation of a slum girl who sells flowers into a princess by the means of her refined language and polished manners which she displays in a public gathering.
Mastery on language transforms our personality. Our status in society changes irrespective of our family background. I as a student and teacher of English have experienced this in my career of 33 years. Students who took hard efforts at their B A English in a college in whatever small village in India in last few decades have been extremely successful in their career in big metros as teachers of English, advocates , corporate persons , bank officers etc.
Now, when I see actual message of Shaw’s play transformed in reality like this how can I term him as old fashioned pro establishment writer, pro empire writer and how can I force my students to uphold only modern playwrights because we have given them the label of

anti-establishment? Does the so called modern sensibility mean that we should throw all that’s old into a dustbin?
There is indeed a sound alternative to that. We must Re introduce our students and reading public to old classics but in a different transformational perspective. Well , the whole discussion is diverted to the importance of these old writers and searching a new insight in their works.
The work under discussion here is a story by Pu La called Peston Kaka ( the English version would be Pestonji ) in which an Asst Foreman, who worked earlier under the British officers , is now retired from Railway and he is shown as having extremely high knowledge and taste in classical music (Abdul Karim Khan), religious compositions (Gopala karuna kyon nahi ave of Khansaheb , Tukaram’s abhangas of Vishnupant Pagnis) , Hindu spirituality (Vivekananda, Siddharur Swami in Hubli … ……..

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by the way this Siddharur Swami is referred by Ashok Ranade in his interview of Pt Mallikarjun Mansur… taken in 1960-70s for Doordarshan but available on You Tube …I don’t know how the name is spelt or pronounced .. Siddharur or Siddharood, another point I want to make here is that Pt Mansur ran away from home two times and his father anxiously brought him to this Swamy .. obviously a Lingayat Mathpati Swamy .. and Ranade tells us that this Swamy was a great supporter of music. He had blessed Pt Keshavrao Bhosale who is considered as a better natyageet exponent than Balgandharva or Master Dinanath Mangeshkar .. reference Vidyadhar Gokhale .. well my point is that can someone give me one name and of a Hindu Swami or a spiritual leader who blessed art and music and gave to the listening public such diamonds like Keshavrao and Mansur ? Now , the Karveer Peeth Shankaracharya Vidyanand Bharati was a Keertankar and is the son of a great Gwalior Gharana singer Keertankar Karhadkar Buva but his gayaki is lost in the heavily ritualistic nature of Hindu religion .. I’m sorry to say this but it’s a fact. I have heard this Karveer Shankaracharya ’s Keertan in my childhood and have been fortunate to chew the first ever areca nut .. or arica nut .. सुपारी to put it in simple terms from his nut cracker अडकित्ता sitting on his laps, so my observation is based on my own experience) , …
Well, coming back to Peston Kaka .. He displays this knowledge in informal talk to the writer in a train journey. He is such a romantic and loving husband that he is still sensually tickled at the age of 78 when his wife pinches him. I think Pu La attacks the very pro-establishment middle class sensibility by portraying this character. Music, Literature , Spirituality is not the ‘jagir’ or monopoly of a certain caste or class. Whoever is exposed to good music, effective communication skills at an early age can easily share the elitist sensibility or can move with confidence among intellectuals, corporate persons and scholars.
Pu La gets down at the next station and he shows the stark contrast between his own seemingly hypocrite ideas of being famous, having high taste and a scholar and Peston Kaka (actually under You Tube the pronunciation is written in Marathi as पेस्तन काका so I spelled it as Pestan earlier but my Parsee friend corrected it as Peston and I wrote this blog with corrections and additions) who has entered into the core of music and literature.
The thing to be noted is that he is not a teacher , artiste or a professional… these type of middle class persons are popularly portrayed by writers or are popularly considered by general public as the owners of good taste in music , stage and literature. (Read this as : Marathi middle class , Puneites , Mumbaikars or all such people living in other towns but who take pride in displaying a lineage to these towns) …
Peston Kaka was born in Mumbai but he has settled in Hubli (actually Hubli , Dharwad are the towns which are again described by Punekars as small Punes but these towns gave great artistes like Pt Bhimsen Joshi , Vidushi Gangubai Hangal to Hindustani Classical Music and since Bhimsen chose Pune for certain autobiographical concerns in his life Punekars got the advantage to associate them to great Marathi middle class taste. Pt Kumar Gandharva from Athni and Pt Mallikarjun Mansur from the village with his surname .. these artistes hail from Karnataka)
Peston Kaka is from Mumbai and is settled in Hubli .. he refers to Ustad Abdul Karim Khan Saheb singing his famous bhajan in Bhairavi “ Gopala karuna kyon nahi aave .. गोपाला करूणा कयों नही आवे। .. in a concert in Hubli. Karim Khan Saheb lived in Miraj. He founded the Kirana Gharana. His disciple Rambhau Kundgolkar alias Pt Sawai Gandharva lived in Kundgol near Jamkhindi . Bhimsen , Firoze Dastur lived at Kundgol and learnt music from him. Gangubai used to travel from Dharvad to Kundgol and learnt from him. Though Bhimsen earned great status to Kirana Gharana by his extremely hard efforts , strong voice and terrific strength of his lungs (he was a wrestler earlier in his childhood) other two artistes were also of immense capacities.
The referred composition गोपाला was sustained in the memory of the listening public primarily by another Parsee (like Peston Kaka , the topic of this blog) Pt Firoze Dastur. I will share another video of Pt Dastur on You Tube .. a DD Bangla program .. where he is seen presenting गोपाला and you can see Bhimsen and Pt Kanan on the first row among the audience. The point was that Pu La has deliberately portrayed this character of Peston Kaka who is beyond all popular criteria of music and culture loving middle class in Maharashtra. He is a Parser, a foreman, eats mutton openly , says ‘sala, sala ’ which is otherwise an abusive term but talks about Vivekanand , Siddharur Swamy, Shivanand as great divine souls. He considers Vishnupant Pagnis as the very Tukaram who lived among us. He insists Pu La to sing ‘Aadhi beej ekale , beej ankurale roap wadhle आधी बीज एकले , बीज अंकूरले , रोप वाढले .. the seed comes first , then the sapling grows from it .. the Abhang of Tukaram made famous by Vishnupant in the movie. Peston Kaka becomes the very Tukaram in that railway compartment itself imagining Vishnupant who has entered in his mind and body at that moment. Such oneness with the divine through art and music is more valuable according to Pu La than all middle class hypocrite babble of how they love music and literature. This also applies to the whole class of people who talk of Pu La as their favourite writer. They have indeed not still understood the real message in Pu La ’s writings and his personality. Pu La’s great admiration for Peston Kaka is the indication of his strong belief in equality in society through art , music and literature. Therefore , I’m surprised by my friend Marathi playwright’s sarcastic question to me about the significance of Pu La as the choice of the writer in my blog. What happens after these Abhangas rendered by Pu La exclusively for Peston Kaka in that train journey is also important. Pu La tells us that organisers of his speech , people who have come to greet him on the station greet him with ‘crest fallen stale flowered bouquet … what Pu La actually indicates here is the deep down hypocrisy and double standards of the middle class. They do everything just for its display value. Peston Kaka , however, openly orders non veg food in the compartment while Pu La eats home made tiffin …. there is fantastic ability of self ridicule in this writer.
(I had stopped this discussion at 5.46 pm on 14-5-2017 and completed it in this Re-blog at 1.14 am 15-5-2017, posted edited blog under Pt Firoz Dastur Gopala, reposted now for reference to Siddharud Swamy blessing Keshavrao Bhosale and Pt Mallikarjun Mansur at 2.38 pm 15-5-2017 and edited this post earlier here on FB and this is the final version)

Completed

What’s your dream job?

Just now I completed my dream job. Life time dream to get invitation from UGC, the supreme authority on higher education to address officially (not in conference, seminars, in which I have given key note addresses in India & abroad) to teachers of English has been fulfilled. Just I got the invitation to speak tomorrow, two sessions, total three hours.

I came home after a long time and started PC after several months. I got constant inspiration, first time. I moved PC at right location, set camera stand, has second coffee and now sleeping at 3 am. I am supposed to speak at 10 am.

My Baba should have been alive to see that same Pune University in which I came against his desire for my MA but later he always took pride in telling others about greatness of Pune, has invited me because they have organised the Refresher Course for English teachers. I am going to speak on Problems in Translation.

All credit of polish I retained and enhanced of English language and writing goes to writer on WordPress.

Image : copyright ©️ several years ago Tukika Mehrotra, the famous Indian model in US sent copy of her novel to me, with compliments to write on it. I presented a paper in Anand AIETC. Today while organising references for the presentation I found her book.

Seeds

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https://panaecea.wordpress.com/2026/01/19/down-the-readers-lane/

Dear Gita,

It’s a great fortune we met in WordPress. I loved many things in my youth, literature, fine arts, Indian classical music, Bengali & South Indian culture, corporate houses I came to know through their products and gadgets.

I loved Philips brand having HO in Kolkata and IBP that had fuel pumps in India till the turn of the century. I saw one old tall banner of IBP near Chitradurga. I included the photo in my post.

Since you told about your having been part of IBP my writing has been significant for myself. I want to know more about it and I’m sure we will talk one day, sitting together. Your grand niece will read blog posts later. I have written about it in today’s post. You are the leader. The seed of our liking certain things is like seeds described in the movie.

In the Bengali movie Palasher Biye (in English the seeds of Palash tree .. in Marathi पळस known for proverb it has three leaves .. for expected results. In Marathi too we call seed as बी ) the the niece of the pretty woman from North (correct me ) Bengal meaning Bangla Desh, considered as downtown by South Bengal, love marries in large house, large beautiful family, boy, whose grandmother had opposed that pretty woman’s (aunt of the pretty niece) entry in the same house a generation ago, rendering both of them staying single.

If both of them had not married the ancestry of both the families would have ended. Therefore, this image of seeds. The grandmother bent because grandson clearly told the family of not that girl then no marriage and grandmother would die with this grief that her ancestry would soon end.

I loved the movie very much. I am going to reblog your post as a review of the movie (I will include link to the movie) and share on FB & Insta. Your love for your niece prompted me to write this.

Instagram post of this link (for Gita)

https://www.instagram.com/p/DTrUyMPiJcPYh_cu-Z89eD3QI9AIvaEzHlOguI0/?igsh=MTlzcDNnMXFsdHV3dA==

Facebook post of this link (for Gita)

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History

What makes a good leader?

It’s never the name and fame in the present times that make a good leader but history makes a good leader. You who is reading this now are a good leader because in your family and distant families you could be the only one who loves the written word. It’s through you only that your family is going to live in the posterity.

WP prompts, like any other eminent literary work eludes you. When you read ‘good leader’ you would naturally take him or her to be a political leader. We common people only make power and politics as the most important thing in our life. It’s because of us that political leaders enjoy undue importance. You don’t spare your family time for political activities and so they are our leaders.

As I said, each one of us is the leader in his or her manner. Once you look at it in this way then you know what makes a good leader. History will prove you to be a good leader in your family. Family makes the nation, so you will prove to be a good leader in the posterity.

Image : copyright ©️ unlike most of the age wise old people I don’t let others to decide what to wear. I don’t give my financial authority (like online payments, information about my income etc) to others.

It’s not because I don’t trust but because I want to be the leader of my life till my last breath. I will not give the key to the life earned safe to others and then complain of the theft. I have already done it once in other things. I was here to help the young ones in their work. I didn’t sit at one place like so called old people do. I moved out in the market. Saw my favourite corduroy coat on display.

Went inside that Variety Store of the Rajasthani owner. Rajasthanis were the only ones who competed in the true sense with other two rulers in India. That adab and shan, etiquette and royal grace remained in them even in this age, grace of living in which is destroyed by so called democratic governments.

The most polite Mr Dewasi, a typical Rajasthani handed me over to the Master inside who took my measurements and will give delivery in one day. Can you imagine in today’s readymade, ready to eat, mechanised Amazon Flipkart, Blinkit world, you can get such a personal attention?

I got it because these words will be read and followed and I will be small time leader. I saw a beautiful dog of the owner of shop who welcomed me. In whole Pune city corduroy cloth and stitching are not available. Praise my wandering and my lust.

People

If you could un-invent something, what would it be?

I will un invest from most of the people in whom I invested as my own but they have their regards for some other better, useful, more acceptable in social norms type of people. I fall under non conformists’ category influenced by writers and artistes. They have their choice.

If I un invest myself from them I can invest with more force, energy and resources in people who can invest in me. They are also non conformists like me. They may be few, they may be away (like you writer friends, at least select few here who admire me), they may be high in stature but my investment will be worthwhile.

My friend Vidushi Sahana Banerjee played extraordinary Sitar yesterday evening in Bharat Itihas Sanshodhan Mandir, Sadashiv Peth, the core of Pune. You must follow me on Instagram to listen to video clips of the program and to see other photos of the mandal. Sawai is the famous and prestigious music festival in which she deserves more than other artistes to perform but being a non conformist like me she falls short to lobby and fan follow organisers.

She is honest with her art and has a small but quite sizeable pocket of audience in India & abroad. I left my job because of same un investment issues. I too have a small pocket. I will publish books, write here and probably will be invited in the academic field in days to come, by such prestigious institution to whom I can’t say no.

Therefore un invest from people whom you regard but they don’t regard you much and invest more in right people, who constitute cause of your life, of your being here. That’s also my comment on other blog post that I read of the writer who narrated grief on not becoming someone of stature. To merge in stature of great artistes is enough redemption from this grief. I touched feet of Sahana Ji after the concert when others praised her orally. That was the moment of redemption for me, result of right investment.

18/1/26 after writing the post in the morning I returned to it at 11.24 pm

My post is the supreme example of Spoonerism. I wrote un invent once but wrote the post supposing it was un invest. Dumb me couldn’t even think that there is a term made famous by government disinvest … all in vain now. I can’t change the post. My brain is totally disinvested.

Life 5

Water is Life. Listen to the ancient sound of childhood, youth, when filled severally, before college going, because Baba told how he was thrashed red and blue when, on his return from Takuka court, Ajoba used to tip twelve ghagar (10 lit x 12) capacity, century old copper handa, checking whether it was even quarter empty, whether Baba belched blood or not, but on his shoulders, skipping school, he had to keep it filled that each day, fetching from two kms away Krishnabai splendid ghat, built by King Patvardhan (of Sangli Miraj Kurundwad Jamkhandi Sansthan).

Two days ago Daneel Yunus wrote about Miraj as auspicious something on 16th Jan. Appreciated him telling my original native is in that Takuka Miraj, grace of times current evil politics couldn’t change name. But Daneel replied in maths manner. Sad. Wrote him never to thank me.

Listen to the ancient sound of childhood, youth, when filled severally, before college going, because Baba told how he was thrashed red and blue when, on his return from Takuka court, Ajoba used to tip twelve ghagar (10 lit x 12) capacity, century old copper handa, checking whether it was even quarter empty, whether Baba belched blood or not, but on his shoulders, skipping school, he had to keep it filled that each day, fetching from two kms away Krishnabai splendid ghat, built by King Patvardhan (of Sangli Miraj Kurundwad Jamkhandi Sansthan). That filling flew through a century or so, now redeemed for five decades by Wai Nagarpalika now Pune Mahanagarpalika tap water. Follow me on Insta to listen. #patvardhanpalace #sangli #miraj #bhilawadi #wai

That filling flew through a century or so, now redeemed for five decades by Wai Nagarpalika now Pune Mahanagarpalika tap water. #patvardhanpalace #sangli #miraj #bhilawadi #wai

Always

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

I always feel loved and paid attention to me because of my idea of love, like the Idea of Order at Key West :

“She sang beyond the genius of the sea.   

The water never formed to mind or voice,   

Like a body wholly body, fluttering

Its empty sleeves”

and the most beautiful lines being :

“But it was she and not the sea we heard.”

“The maker’s rage to order words of the sea,”

Wallace Stevens

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43431/the-idea-of-order-at-key-west

When we work sincerely, speak sincerely like the protagonist of Stevens then certainly we are able to create order in our life, even in the idea of love. Then you feel positively loved, each moment.

It’s a great coincidence that the moment the prompt asked me, the word ‘idea’ opened the vista of The Idea, the poem of Stevens, in my mind and I got the idea when and how do feel positively loved. It’s always when I seek pleasures in simple things like I return from a daylong journey, heat milk, make filter coffee decoction ready, accumulate curds, heat coconut oil to pacify.

It’s always when I seek pleasures in good intimate, sincere conversations, in fine arts like music and in reading and sharing such beautiful poems. You know that Dr Patke who did D Phil on Wallace Stevens under Richard Ellmann and I was extremely fortunate that he taught me this poem. I still remember the class in which he taught. That is indeed the truest experience of positive love that I am able to recreate that moment for you. For, you.

Image : copyright ©️ screenshot of Instagram chat with my actor student Vaishali who is in UK. I responded to her reel in that beautiful ambience. (Link below). I expressed delight I taught her English. She was the B Com student. Not English special student of BA. I took keen interest to give literature, fine arts exposure to unlikely people, students in Science and Commerce classes.

I gave my best to my Arts (B A, MA & Ph D) students but while most of them don’t remember me much (with honourable few examples like Dr Amita) such students like Vaishali are the cool breeze. The song she has selected is so beautiful, the remake of that classic qawwali Na to Karwa ki Talash hai. :

By the way reader writer friends, do like her posts, reels, follow me too on Insta & FB

Everywhere

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

Nobody likes my company in drawing room and kitchen because in thirty minutes I get up ten times to keep things at proper places, to clean backside of TV, to lubricate safety door bolts with reused automobile oil stored in red colored garage quality dispenser, brush sinks.

Earlier in hay day when I served filter coffee to friends and students with extremely selfish intention (which is heart throbbing on WordPress also) to increase my tribe of listening to rare gems like Ustad Faiyyaz Khan Saheb or Vidushi Kesarbai Kerkar by playing classical music on LP records, cassettes & CDs, I didn’t let anyone get up from chairs to keep mugs or cups on sink platforms. I don’t let owners of the home (they are all women, according to me) to wash cups, plates of my guests because I strongly believe on Krishna Murari who chose to remove used plates of guests in great Yagya Pandavas performed to showcase their moral victory and wealth.

I never want my Punya (collected reward points to redeem in heaven for a longer stay with lovely people joining later with whom in my mortal stay I couldn’t summon courage to break walls) to be shared by others. I wake up from dining table ten times to keep glass bowls wasted upside down on the kitchen platform, to heat bread (bhakri or chapati) on jali with wooden handle (Rs 80 D Mart) to spread ghee and serve to table mates.

You would naively think I do it as servility. You are totally mistaken. I am a man of great eating tantrums and don’t want to hear poems of my praise after meals for my stupid needs like a little more chilly or cakes with perfect dilute English tea. Why to eat others’ choices of temperatures and tastes? I

f you take constant care of clutter, you remain the king of each part of home where you move. You invite lot of bad feelings for you like you do it discreetly to enjoy authority. Let it be. It’s better to be criticised for good things because you know genuinely good things.

Image : carrots, beat roots are to be perfectly shredded, shredder to be cleaned with typical long brush & to hang on hook (not to store in fancy designed kitchens to show off wealth by total disregard for convenience. I simply love old house kitchens with everything hanging around. I am a country bumpkin. Please don’t become one, reading this), curds never ordered but self made with correct temperatures etc. Only then precise crunchy juicy taste of koshimbir .. salad is possible. Ready to eat masses (women serve ready and they eat) never grudge or after some years their grudge is neglected and they live with it, not soiled brats like me. I want things exactly they must be.

Man : 5

What is your favorite animal?

Fifth time : 15/1/26

Prompt : What is your favourite animal?

Fourth time : 6/12/25

Third time Published on 23/11/25

Prompt : What are your favourite animals?

Second time Published on 8 August 2025

Prompt : What change would you like to make in the world with your blog?

First time published on 6 April 2025

Prompt: What animals make best/worst pet?

In this fifth time prompt, they asked again, what is my favourite animal. I repeat, my favourite animal is man. Aristotle said, man is a social animal. Humans are inherently driven to live in communities, form relationships, and cooperate, as social interaction is crucial for developing language, personality, and fulfilling needs. Aristotle said it in zoon politikon. He observed that humans have natural inclination to form political communities (Polis).

In the third time prompt they had asked about pet. I had replied that favourite pet is man.

I replied to the second time prompt saying that I would like to see the world in which human dignity is upheld. Each individual must be given respect. The earlier, first time published prompt was on the pet. I felt like writing on the most eminent folk artiste, bard in Marathi, Shahir (close to the term Ballad writer) Sable who had guts to write, sing openly on the stage against politicians. He had such a command on folk art that his extreme popularity helped him to propagate his Samajwadi, leftist, revolutionary views in his stage performances.

When he presented before thousands of our students in my college when he was felicitated by the President & Vice President of our college, it suddenly started raining.

Our President Late Hon Prataprao Bhosale was the President of Maharashtra State Congress at that time. The Vice President Laxmanrao Jadhav (Patil) was the President of Satara Zilla Parishad & Satara District Cooperative Bank.

At the moment, the eldest son of late Laxmanrao Patil, Hon Makrand Patil is the rehabilitation minister of the state. Like many other Congress politicians in Maharashtra, Patil family has legacy of Shetkari Kamgar Party, with leftist inclination. Because of that old leftist legacy our Vice President must have agreed for this Felicitation.,This must be noted that though the Shahir was severe critic of Congress, the ruling party then, the socio cultural atmosphere in Satara district then (almost in Maharashtra) allowed dissent to a large extent. Politics did not intervene much in performing arts. Artistes enjoyed freedom of expression.

It rained heavily in the Felicitation function. Everyone drenched fully but not a single student moved a bit. Such was the spell of the Shahir’s performance. Man is indeed a great animal. Thinking animal. Feeling animal. Revolutionising animal.

Man makes best/worst pet. If he is a public poet (poet writing singing for the common public) like Shahir Krishnarao Sable of Pasarni, Wai, then he is the best pet & he is the worst pet if he is like the politician Shahir decried in one of his poem drama (wag वग) he presented in that function.

He narrated the story of that politician who spent full tenure of having been elected for the service of the people without brain. He forgot to get his brain replaced by the doctor to whom he had gone for headache. He returned after tenure, saying one does not need brain in his work as the minister. If man is like this minister then he is the worst pet.

I used the prompt to greet the Shahir whose famous bharud ‘Vinchu chavala’ (scorpion bit me) attacked egoistic nature of man. I am giving below the YT link of that famous bharud below. In next publication of this post I will add translation of that ‘bharud’ here.:

https://youtu.be/aOXvMpb_RfU?si=t_dKAkLHcwESb2uq

Bharud is the poetic presentation in which there is scathing attack on evils in society. of Sant Eknath of Paithan. Eknath brought Krishnabhakti from the North to Maharashtra. He wrote excellent Gavlan (the songs sung by milk women of Vrindavan, Gopis).

In one of the Gavlan he says :

दह्या दुधाची करतो चोरी

नंदाचा हरी

गवळणीनो जाऊ नका बाजारी

(Hari steals curds and milk, dear Gopis, my pals, don’t go to the market) I am giving YT link of famous rendering of this Gavlan. :

https://youtu.be/IIdyVXeAxPk?si=VRB4Yjq_lI66GkYp

एकनाथ खडसे यांनी Tweet करुन शाहीर साबळेंना अभिवादन केले. खरेच त्यांना महाराष्ट्राच्या राजकारणातील भूषण म्हणायला हवे. सातारा वाई इथून, Twitter सारख्या विश्वकट्ट्यावरून कुणी आठवण केली नाही या महान शाहिराची पण त्यांनी केली. मी प्रा होतो त्या कॉलेजमध्ये त्यांचा भव्य सत्कार झाला होता, साधारण 1991 मध्ये. पावसात चिंब भिजत सर्वांनी त्यांना मनसोक्त दाद दिली होती. मेंदू डॉक्टरकडे विसरुन गेलेला पुढारी सत्तेतून दूर झाल्यावर मेंदू परत घ्यायला येतो. डॉक्टरला सांगतो राजकारणात मेंदूची गरज नसते. तो वग त्यांनी सादर केला होता. शाहीरांना मानाचा मुजरा.

एकनाथांनी वर्णिलेला विंचू सर्वत्र आहे, शाहीरांनी नाथांची भारुडे अजरामर केली 🙏🙏

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In what ways do you communicate online?

I communicate in all possible ways online, WordPress, X, Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn. Today I’m happy because opened phone and got news from close friend Rajendra Dere (from Kavathe, village of Kisan Veer, the great freedom fighter after whose name I have taken this handle @veerites ) wrote late night his son is selected for service in Army.

Few years ago while my daily travel from college towards and fro Pune, when it was raining beautifully as it always does in that scenic Sahyadri region, I saw a kid holding corn 🌽 making an appeal. I had deliberately slowed down my socialising in those days but the boy caught my eye.

I stopped there each day and got acquainted with his parents and family. His grandfather had left the village to cultivate his family in good education sanskar of Pune and worked in a shop there. That was the reason that unlike the feudal atmosphere prevailing in my district, middle class values flourished in Dada (we called him Dada, unfortunately no more now) ‘s family.

I became a great fan of the family. Rajendra, Aniket (that lad) ‘s father had just ventured into a roadside hotel, a small Dhaba on that flowing road on which Gujratis, Mumbai, Pune tourists constantly travel. I used to stop there after my college, leave in the evening. In each village fair Dada used to personally monitor whether each person ate properly, without making any discrimination between the politically rich and others. He did not leave his Pune sanskar in that ancient village in Satara.

Aniket got selected. The news made me supremely happy. I put my WhatsApp status, wrote on FB & Insta and here. In the following Marathi greetings I have mentioned that in my 35 years of teaching career this is the only occasion when the father of the student informed about the success of his ward late at the night with great warmth.

This is becoming rare in today’s materialistic world. My colleagues who enjoy political supper of honchos in the town are respected by students and their families. The old times in which (I started my career) in which teachers were respected not because they moved with the rich and the politicians but because they taught well, those times have passed. Only a diminishing small wick burns in families like this Dere.

My Marathi greetings :

** प्रिय बंधू श्री राजेंद्र जगन्नाथ (दादा)डेरे,* आपले आणि डेरे कुटुंबियांचे मन:पूर्वक अभिनंदन आणि पुढील वाटचालीस शुभेच्छा ❤️🌹❤️🌹🌸🌸💐💐 हे पाहण्यास दादा हवे होते याची हळहळ वाटणे साहजिक आहे पण त्यांचे संस्कार आणि स्वर्गातून त्यांनीच आशीर्वाद दिले म्हणून हे शक्य झाले आहे. राष्ट प्रेम आणि कवठे हे गाव यांचे अभेद्य नाते आहे. गेली २० वर्षे मी समाज माध्यम आणि सर्वत्र वीर राइट या नावाने लेखन करत आलो त्या माझ्या निष्ठेला मोर पीस प्राप्त झाले. कॉलेज ते पुणे मार्गावरकणीस घ्याअसे म्हणणाऱ्या चुणचुणीत मुलाची मी केलेली पारख खोटी ठरली नाही याचा मला अभिमान आहे आणि म्हणून त्या कॉलेज ने दिलेल्या (किंवा दिलेल्या) सन्मानापेक्षा माझ्या आयुष्यातील, शिक्षक म्हणून मिळालेला हा सर्वात मोठा सन्मान आहे. सर्वांसाठीच मी करत आलो पण रात्री उशिरा ही बातमी तुम्ही आवर्जून सांगितली यावरून कवठे गावाचे संस्कार दिसून येतात. १९५१ साली तर्कतीर्थांनी वाईतून पुरोहित नेऊन सोमनाथ मंदिर नवनिर्माण केले ते स्व. यशवंतराव चव्हाण यांच्या माध्यमातून प्रथम राष्ट्रपती डॉ राजेंद्रप्रसाद यांना साकडे घालणाऱ्या थोर देशभक्त स्व. किसन वीर तथा आबा त्यांच्यामुळेच शक्य झाले असे मी वारंवार लिहीत आलो आहे.त्या राष्ट्रप्रेमाचा आजच्या युगातील हा आविष्कार आहे. सुमारे त्याच म्हणजे १९५० च्या काळात कवठे सोडून पुण्याच्या सदाशिव पेठेत संसार थाटून आपल्या कुटुंबावर चांगले संस्कार करणाऱ्या स्व. दादांना त्रिवार वंदन. चि. मिथिलेश या देशाचा सेनापती होवो ही प्रार्थना 🙏 डॉ राजेंद्रप्रसाद शिंदे, (निवृत इंग्रजी विभाग प्रमुख, उप प्राचार्य, किसन वीर महाविद्यालय, वाई) कोथरूड, पुणे 🌷💐🌸🌹 एक्स(ट्विटर), वर्डप्रेस आणि इंस्टा हैंडल : @Veerite (राजू, कृपया ही बातमी द्यावी) १३/१/२६

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Think back on your most memorable road trip.

All road trips in my life are memorable, neither one is less nor more than the other. Uncle forced to walk from four stations earlier to Shenoli for ticket money turned in smoke when I was in fourth std. I was counting British cement road dividing lines the whole day and as I said nobody to fill cracked feet like other writer didn’t have to fill cracked fingers and palms.

Baba kept me at mother’s home in 5th std in Kolhapur. Mr. Bhutto was the President of the neighbouring state. There was the protest march schools in the town organised in the morning against Gen Yahya Khan. Wise students went home hidden from teachers’s eyes. Few like me were caught in their hands like innocent sheep. I didn’t notice how each one of them disappeared in next few hours. When Sun set behind buildings I noticed there was nobody around and I was walking alone on dark road of that unknown town. I don’t remember how I reached home in the morning after walking the whole night. In addition all elders worried I was lost, cleaned their hands in extreme love and care for me.

I bicycled to my college 40kms every day for five years, in all seasons.

On the backdrop of these two road trips, my several, extremely romantic and memorable trips of Bullet from 1980s to 2010 and then in various cars Honda, Skoda and Nexon, all these wonderful trips seem to be shadowed. I used to visit home weekly 300 kms journey in 1980’s to take Baba to Advocate helping to fight ancestral property case that lasted for all my childhood, youth till I completed my education and nothing came to me. H

e didn’t bother to follow basic law that ancestral property cannot be sold & must be handed over to the next generation. May be he did right by not keeping me entangled in materiel things. I could free from the remaining ties because of this training he gave me. Then I travelled every day on Bullet 200 kms every day near Nashik. In winter & summer holidays I used to pack my Philips two in one in Safari moulded luggage bag and travel 800 kms to Baba.

Once it rained hailstorm and bullet punctured in ghat. I had gone to Pune to bring rare out of print prescribed novel of R K Narayan Vendor of Sweets from university library. I spent night in ghat and in college Principal issued memos, marked my leave as without pay. However my student Allaudin stood first in the university in compulsory English. He does not respond to my messages in recent days but I am happy all his three daughters are doctors.

How can limit these trips to any one?

Image : copyright ©️ Ajmer Dargah several Hindus in several hundred years offered their worship. It’s a blessings of Ajmer for the coincidence here that in the same post two presidents of Pakistan are referred for two different reasons. I think Parvez Musharraf native of Rajasthan, visited Ajmer, if I am not mistaken. I loved this Saraswati Devi who offered the marble in memory of her husband. I went by Nexon to three states, Rajasthan for Ajmer.

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