TALE 24 - Entangled...

She missed her usual AC bus 
She was saving up for her home...
Sulking for having to now look out for a rickshaw she felt bad
Bad for snoozing the alarm twice...
Just then he came running
I saw you missed the bus...
Are you going to Borivali?, he asked...
Yes she said...
If you don't mind I ll share the rickshaw with you... He suggested...
She felt better, oh yes...
They travelled from Thane to Borivali together that morning...
She saw him in her AC bus the next morning...
Gave him a familiar smile...
Coincidentally they took the same bus back...
This time sitting together...
They exchanged pleasantries
Information about each others jobs working hours job profile was shared...
Back home she finished her domestic chores, put the children to bed and waited for her husband to return...
On my way....reaching in 45 mins, messaged the husband...
She wanted to relax... 
Logging on to Facebook she randomly typed his name...
His profile pic had him with his wife and children...
She smiled looking at the happy picture...
Changed her profile pic into a recent photograph with herself kids n the husband...
Husband comes, dinner is served....
Talks about children their exams extracurriculars and bills followed...
Ritualistic intimacy followed that night which happened to be out of habit and not passion...
Like most couples who ve been married for long, she thought about her marriage as she slept beside her already snoring husband...
Where was this heading?
Mechanical life... Maddening rush... Rat race... Loans... EMI's
Appraisals, performance, kids
In laws...customs traditions...
She suddenly felt out of place...
Felt choked...
In the days that followed she became friends with this travel buddy of hers...
They found out that both of them though well settled in their personal life had some kind of unsettlement...
Lack of zing, chemistry, excitement, spontaneity led to boredom...
They incidentally also found out that they had many common interests and would make great partners...
So they decided to take it up as a project...
They weren't in love but did things together that they loved...
Watched plays after work theatre being their common passion...
Went for weekend concerts...
They also met at each others houses to chat play scrabble and cook together...
They enrolled themselves for zumba classes...
Took up an indoor vertical garden project and helped each other...
They went for monsoon drives and trekked their way up random hills n mountains on city outskirts...
They called each other even at midnight and chatted for long hours...
They grew fond of each other...
Many of these things, their spouses knew...
Some things the spouses were kept off...
Fortunately the spouses were too busy with their own lives and wanted to relax as well...
They never hung out together with their families
They didn't want to...
They were special for each other...
At one point of time thoughts about love, intimacy did cross their minds...
They did go the physical way too...
But intimacy was just one aspect of their compatible equation...
He and she were happy in their marital set up...
Their spouses n kids were to precious to be called off...
They understood that they liked each other and loved their families...
They now had even happier spouses since they were now happy individually...
Hence the happiness vibe spread across their families...
If society allowed polygamy they would love to have second marriages...
It was their internal joke...
They dreamt of having a huge big happy family with his kids n wife, her kids n husband and their own children living together in one huge house that they would call A Happy Home...
Some things are good for dreaming...
Fantasising became satisfaction...
They are happy with each others company now...
Happily living dual lives of social norms laced with responsibility and attractive compatibility laced with romantic undertones... 
Complicated but so real...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 23 - Blessings and stomachs

She was a cook...
Visiting several houses n making food for them...
She not only cooked meals but managed their kitchens to the T...
She did her job mighty well...
Filling people's heart not just stomachs...
Her dishes were vouched for at all times good or bad...
Her food comforted, her food celebrated, her food helped people bond, her food made people live on home cooked meals...
Fortunately for her, her passion was her profession...
Her work gave her immense joy and satisfaction...
One fine day she decided...
To quit her jobs and start off tiffin service on her own...
This was a business...
There was a serious risk...
And people she worked with wouldn't let her go...
So she had to make a choice...
Cooking is an art...
Not something you can learn overnight...
She took weekend orders at first...
Then her food spoke...
Publicity was made by word of mouth...
She was offered a job in a canteen as a chef...
She then stopped going to peoples homes to cook...
She took up the canteen offer for an experience...
She kept taking part time catering orders though...
Slowly gaining confidence and saving up on money she decided to quit this job...
She took help of one of her ex-employers
In turn offered to cook for their two party celebrations...
This was a good barter decision
He helped her make a database of all her ex-employers and people who ate in the canteen...
Messages were sent by her name promoting her new tiffin service as a venture...
People were pleasantly surprised with such a systematic approach...
She did start with 7 immediate tiffin orders...
Business grew...profits increased...
She kept the repay in kind policy with her ex employers...
They in turn helped her with business growth...
She would cook for their functions on weekends
She was listed on popular urban directories...
She also had her website made
She had a sincerely loyal fan following...
She slowly hired 5 people under her...
As this venture grew...
There was more space, more employment, more profit, more reach...
She was featured amongst one of the most successful women entrepreneurs in a year...
Was she skilled? Yes
Was luck by her side? Maybe
Would we care to know about her personal life? Maybe, maybe not...
No one knew about her personal life...
No one still knows...
And who cares...
Yet she made it...
We may not be happy about this tale...
But we can certainly be happy for her...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 22 - Nip in the bud...

They first met on a Bangalore bound train.

Freelancers on a project.

She was just out of a breakup, elated to travel alone...

He was a junkie; 

Randomness was routine for him.

He slept a lot, almost throughout; like a baby...

Which she sneak peeked to see and blush.

She watched back to back movies on his laptop.

But still those 16 hours were fun...

Sharing food...

Caring in small ways...

Gaming...

And lots of fun talk.

Something in his eyes caught on to her mysteriously....

The way He said 'I love you' to His girl had laid a spell on her....

His sense of humour had kept her in giggles throughout.

The man was just trying to charm her to have some fun later.

But she was naive....

Out of a traumatic relationship, she was just too gullible.

She understood no tricks.

He succeeded...

Got what he was trying so hard for.

But, she lost....

Silly she....

She thought it was LOVE.

After all she dint know what Friends with Benefits meant.

All she knew was u make love when you actually LOVE!!

After this episode she separated the words Love n Sex...

A silly theory out of nowhere to not get physical with the person she liked to make sure there is no mix up of emotions...

She thought she nailed it here...

She thought she had found the sure shot formula of happiness and singledom...

Silly she...never found out why she could never be happy again...

One night stands with strangers who's name she wouldn't remember the day after...

She wondered y she was up unhappy inspite of waking up with a different man every morning...

She had flings with men she was sure she'd never fall in love with.

Silly she...

She never let the guy that genuinely cared for her to even hold her hand...

Ultimately randomness became her way of life...

It was a contagious thing...

Junkies creating junkies...

Silly he silly she and silly all others that caught it...

Silly reality....

Some tales aren't that silly...

‪#‎notsotinytales‬

- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 21 - Perfect 3...

Honey... She said can I please have pancakes right now?

He looked at the watch with droopy eyes...

2 am...

You've got it babe, he said with a melting smile

A few mins later he carried her in his arms to the dinning table...

Here you are, he said...

Hot pancakes with a vanilla icecream scoop and chocolate drizzle...

Here have it, said he lovingly feeding her every spoon with immense joy n warmth

He again carried her to bed, this time to hold her; placing their hands on her huge belly,

 to sing a song she loved to hear...

"Two steps behind" he hummed gently as he made her sleep

Covering her with a quilt,he proudly saw the gorgeous glow that she had got...

He ensured every night that her socks were on, to keep her warm and the back support pillows were in place

Some nights he would read out to her,sometimes short stories, at times poems...

Some nights were meant for songs

Some for instrumental music that they both loved The Harp

She knit tiny booties and a cape n he helped her select her the color...

Daisy yellow n white wool, they said...

Would be perfect for a both a girl or a boy...

He cheerfully painted her toe nails knowing that she liked looking pretty but couldn't do it herself because of the growing belly...

They would go for short walks in the outdoors just enough to keep her active...

He took care of every other thing in the house...

She was allowed to have icecream for breakfast and asking for soup after dinner was alright...

Pregger cravings were well taken care off...

Her wishes were fulfilled to the T

Midnight demands were,

Cookies with milk, hot chocolate with marshmallows, waffles with maple syrup n cream, caramel custard, soufflé...

Her list was endless...

And so was his love...

For her and for their tiny little unborn bundle of joy...

It was a dreamy blissful heavenly period for both...

He was on a leave for her final trimester to give her company...

She was thrilled n relaxed on having him in these final months...

Yes he was an army man

No nothing dramatic happened...

Neither was he called for war at the time of delivery...

Nor did she die at childbirth...

The journey had an equally beautiful outcome...

A bonny healthy baby girl...

And what a perfect family it was...

Proud parents and one lucky baby...

A happy mushy sweet tale of joy...

Isn't it??? 

smile emoticon

‪#‎notsotinytale‬

- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 20 - Dead calm...

He sat with his legs crossed on the pavement right across her balcony
Untouched unmoved undisturbed...
He never exhibited a single expression on his face...
This made him obviously unobtrusive...
She approached him with some hesitance...
Wary of his unkept looks but somewhere confident about his impending sanity she cautiously put forth a subtle hello...
This kind of sudden warmth dazzled him at first...
But being as non judgemental as he was he replied with a neutral Hi...
She wanted to know his story...
The reason for his royal looks being tattered to wilderness
His deep blue eyes were unnerving
And so were his auburn brown hair
He by no way could be an ordinary man she thought
Would he be a poet, a nobleman, a musician, a heartbroken lover, an abandoned prince??? she thought...
He on the other hand completely incognizant of her interest in him sat in his usual nullness
She was intruding in a way
But he wasn't the kind who bothered
While she thought if offering him a meal would break the ice, He thought of nothing but his next meal
Without uttering a word she offered him some broth and bread
He took it right away and ate it in peace
He did not care to thank
However she had her expectations right in place...
Next day she smiled at him but he kept his gaze constant without letting a single line on his face move...
She was taken aback...
She was used to judging people...
She again offered him some soup
The instance repeated...
And this went on for days on the end....
He never uttered a single word of gratitude
While her desperation to know more about him rocketed sky high
He had all emotions in her ignited...
Emotions of anger rage sometimes even hatred...
She wondered why she kept feeding him...
So she stopped offering him food...
He remained the way he was...
He did look out for food and got it any which ways...
She however never remained the same...
Would she die if she had never known him?
Would he die if she had never fed him?
Probably no...
Would it make a difference if he ever had a conversation with her???
We never know...
But what we definitely know is...
That whatever his story was being non judgemental made his life easier... And being otherwise made her life not so easy...
Way to go folks...
Not all tales have a story to please...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 19 - Hotchpotch

She was searching for a suitable match.
He came in her life quite unexpected. 
He was the best friend of one of her matrimonial pursuits; 
Sweet coincidences got them connected.
He loved her to bits; 
She slept peacefully with him, laughed, clicked, the chemistry was strong...
But little did realise she was in love with him.
After all;she was searching for a husband material which he wasnt....
She broke his heart to do what she had resolved to do;
Finding the right one for the I Do.
She friendzoned him.
He accepted it.
Next was a NRI with an Indian heart n a great family;
The most perfect...
He wooed her...
Made promises.
Families met and the wedlock was getting planned.
This time she felt she is in love with the right one.
Aww; but the right one broke her heart...
He backed out without a valid reason...
Oblivious of her own feelings;
she went back to her friendzoned love to recouperate from this heartbreak.
He was there;
But this time;only as a friend.
She felt crushed n sad...
She was confused.
Why did his indifference affect her? Was she in love with him?
If it was love...
Why did she leave him earlier?
If she did leave him...
How can she be in love?
Was she attracted only because he was unavailable?
She asked...
But this time he pulled out.
She got entangled in her own questions.
All she knew was that she missed him to bits n pieces...
But his role in her life was over.
She had to accept this twist of fate...
And keep searching...
Helplessly courageously with faith or without...
The search had to be on...
She said to herself...
"I've learnt a lesson...
That husbands are often 'not the right ones & 'The right ones' are almost always NOT HUSBANDS..."
Sigh...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 18 - Revert...

She was a sonnet 

In his superpersonal dairy

Her voice was music to his ears 

She was a dream that he saw every waking hour

She was enticingly invigorating

She was a glass of wine he'd pour after a long day at work

She was the most cozy person he'd like to rest his head upon

She was someone he'd like to sleep with and wake up to every day for the rest of his life

Her smile lit up his day

Her laugh cheered up his mood

Everything his was related to and depended upon HER..

Such a HE would be a prince charming for many...

But...

This charming prince had another side to his coin...

He called her

Nagged her

Stalked her

Followed her everywhere

Virtually physically emotionally

He got cranky when he wouldn't get to see her

He would get restless if he didn't get to meet her

He would go mad if she'd talk to anyone else

He wanted her...

And wanted her so badly...

To possess her was his motto...

And he tried every way he could

Such stories end with the END of either of the two.

This time it was different.

She could've hated him

She could ve got rid of him

But vengeance wasn't her flavor

She was empathetic but strong

She took control

She understood that he needed help, befriended him

Showed compassion

Took him to a Shrink

Fortunately he listened to her

Because he'd do anything for the person he loved

And...this story was...

Not so dramatically CURED...

‪#‎notsotinytales‬

- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 17 - Seasoning.

She married her childhood sweetheart, remained a one man woman for 17 yrs of her life. Divorced at 30 she had deep scars and a deeper need to be held.

She resolved; to find the right match...

All she craved for was being loved...

Longed to rest in strong arms that assured and reassured

That he ll be there for her 

And actually be there for her

To tell her that they'll be fine

And everything will be alright...

Next 2 years;

5 major heartbreaks n a few smaller ones; her rematrimonial adventures were gory.

Some became friends

Some acquaintances

Some soulmates

Few besties

Yet another handful awkward exes...

Some turned out to be strangers

Some were deliberately forgotten

But a few were remembered on purpose

And there were others hard to erase from her memory...

Sigh....

But she had strengthened;

she had hardened;

she had learnt...

She now sleeps restlessly....

alone...

incomplete...

But completely ripened in her loving immaturity...

‪#‎notsotinytale‬

- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 16 - One all...

She was vivacious....

She was the life of a party...

She made every moment light with her quirks, smirfs, giggles and more...

She cooked read books created aesthetic nooks had ravishing looks...

She was a struggler...

She was hardworking....

She was down to earth...

She was loving...

She was understanding...

She was quite an inspiration...

They felt she would be amazing as a life partner...

But they didn't know who she actually was;

She knew...

So she smiled and said I'm happy being single; I love my independence...

She never wondered if the grass was greener on the other side...

She was happy tending n mending her own garden...

She loved to bask in the fragrance of blossoms she grew...

She knew herself so well...

Well... Some stories don't have any more characters...

Seemingly incomplete

But oh so Complete on their own...

‪#‎notsotinytales‬

- Prajakta Sathe

TALE 15 - Three...

He held her hand as they heard the racing heart beats of the baby in her womb
The sight on screen was unclear because both of them already had tears 
Teeny weeny sac with some movements
This is it... Said she
Its life... Right here inside me...
And he smiled, "I know"...
The radiologist had no expression on his face...
"Is everything alright?", he asked...
"We need to talk", the doctor said...
Back at home that evening he made her sit... 
N explained everything...
There is a deformity, it is a syndrome and we have a choice.
They did make a choice...
They happily accepted to keep the baby...
They talked with the baby in d womb
Communication was their strength
Reassurance was their key
They loved it with all their heart
They told it stories
They sang to it
They played soothing music to it
They had a lavish baby shower...
They eagerly awaited its birth...
The d day arrived...
It was a pre planned c section...
The baby boy arrived...
Yes it did have the syndrome
Yes it was deformed...
But it had something very few souls have...
Unconditional acceptance...
No pressure of performance...
Pure love...
No the baby did not turn out to be extra ordinary....
No he did not do something outstanding...
But as a team of 3...
And they decided to ward off their karma together...
Strong... Unshaken...
Proud of having each other as a part of their blueprint for this lifetime...
Some stories aren't tales...
They are just journeys...
Ongoing...
Precious...
Inspiring...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
- Prajakta Sathe

TALE 14 - Spiral

It was a late Sunday noon
She woke up after a long post brunch siesta...
Made some ginger tea and sat by the window pane with a book of poems 
One by one as she kept reciting...
The sun set down...
And she realised that she was hungry...
She needed to fix dinner...
Too bored to cook for herself she decided to order a pizza...
So pizza with soda and a ROM com to go with it...
Such a perfect evening it was...
Post dinner she opened a tub of chocorock icecream...
Divine she thought...
As soon as she finished the tub there was a wave...
A wave of displeasure and guilt...
The feel good phase vanished in thin air
She hated herself at that moment
The pizza has ruined it
The coke was the villian
The icecream felt like a devil
Even the ginger tea had a sugar bomb in it...
Grrrrr ahhhhh ufffff she grunted and growled...
She felt heavy very heavy...
She felt like a culprit...
She wanted to throw up...
She couldn't sleep...
In anger she poured herself a glass of wine....
Gulped it up in a jiffy...
Lit a few cigarettes and smoked the night out...
Cried herself to sleep sometime early in d morning...
Woke up to a bad blue Monday...
Not fitting in the dress she bought on an impulse a week back...
Not able to fix a decent breakfast...
Eating the muffins on the buffet...
Skipping the lunch to make up...
Hogging junk for her evening snacks...
Puffing light every now n then along with coffee mugs to stay awake...
Bloated and angry on the world...
She rushes home just to crash in a bad mood...
That certainly was the worst start to her week...
And her life continued...
Weeks after weeks...
Being overweight addicted overindulgent and frustrated single woman working in a corporate world...
A reality for many women around...
High time....
Wake up call...
Get up...
Move...
Live...
Clean up your act....
Breathe....
Thank...
SMILE...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
- Prajakta Sathe

TALE 13 - Uncooked

He never doubted her talent 
He however doubted her efforts
He pricked her with sharp words of sarcasm 
She hated him for that 
He kept his doubts open...
She kept her ears open...
They had a cold war...
It was not her...
But her success that mattered...
It always came as one huge setback in their relationship...
This is a different love story
Where he fell in love with an artist that she was
And she fell in love with the man he was
Yet they failed to accept each other...
Whether she makes it or not...
If she proves herself or not...
Is for time to tell...
But he for sure was happy with himself...
They were great as individuals in their own league...
But together the chemistry failed...
They couldn't nail it...
They stayed together mutually..
For the sake of convenience...
Better off than staying alone in urban life...
They represented the life of many city couples of today...
Unhappily married in a convenient settlement...
Some tales are very real...
Happening around us...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe

TALE 12 - Fifty-fifty

She was a good woman
She was well settled
She had a family
A decent life
He was a society labelled bad man
He was struggling
He had a dysfunctional family
A freewheeling life
They met talked connected
They fell for each other
Neither could she leave her family
Nor could he shun away the responsibility of a broken marriage
Both had inhibitions due to their kids...
Both felt like breaking all barriers and starting a life together
She did not like his spending habits but she was ready to bear
He couldn't bear her customised living but he was willing to adjust
They wanted to run away...
But there were kids...
And we humans are conditioned to function in a certain way...
To place our offsprings before us...
Even if they might never place us in their order of priority...
So they cribbed and complained and continued living...
Pretending to be happy...
Yeah they were together by not being together...
Sucks big time...
But oh so true...
We can't help some situations...
Such my friends...is life...
Cheers to compromises...
Cheers to double standards
Cheers to masks that we wear...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
-Prajakta Sathe

TALE 11 - The Rising

It was when he could make out the tears from her rain drenched smile did she understand the depth of his love.... 
One embrace washed off the salt from her face, immersing them in a sweet union... 
She then let him cry for one last time...
Little did he know her craving for eternal love... 
He couldn't shed another tear when she then lay still with a smile that couldn't be wiped off her lifeless body... 
There was a closure.
She immortalised his death...
They lived in our memories ever after...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
Prajakta Sathe

TALE 10 - Outcome

She looked in his sunken eyes for one last speck of familiarity... 
He looked back with a nullifying gaze of strangeness.
Their destinies ran parallel but time ran faster than fate and crossed their limits of longing. 
Both unlearned to love began to relieve repeat revive... 
Past dropped it's veil, emerged as a lucid clear now. 
They finally learned the art of meditation.
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
Prajakta Sathe 

TALE 9 - 'Dreamover'

"That Prince swept me off my feet...
Flying his horse across the soft mushy rainbow laced clouds",
She narrated her dream to the green blades of grass,her all time loyal companions of gossip laughter and tears...
The jaded earth swinged swiftly along with the wind as if responding to her tale...
It was well past her deadline to be back in the dungeon.
Unknowingly she engrossed herself in the same sequence over n over again...
For in no time the rainbow, the greens, the frog prince, the crystal glass shoe, the pumpkin that turned into a chariot, the candy cottage , the dwarfs, the long locks of golden braided hair, the castle all seemed real.
She woke up yet again being a victim of her own tinytale.
Stretching her claws, shaking dust off her fins, brushing her horns across d rough wall to sharpen them she said to herself,"Fairies are for real!"
She believed in miracles...

‪#‎notsotinytales‬
Prajakta Sathe

TALE 8 - Recycled saga

He begged her to stay back to give him one last chance. 
She had made peace with the fact that breaking promises was his art...
She left with a heavy heart.
They both had lessons to learn...
He never dared to make another promise ever...
She never managed to trust a person ever...
Then they both died...
They ll reborn in a similar cycle with different faces..
And the saga continues...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
Prajakta Sathe

TALE 7 - 'The-void'

There were gossips about their relationship being on rocks.
Some said he ditched her some said she caught him red handed ...
No one knew, yet everyone spoke...
She snatched his phone in suspicion while he ruffled through her mails online...
Only thing that they found out was that they weren't in love with each other.
Real love never doubts...
Real love sets free...
Real love lucidly gives more than it takes.
Real love is secure...
Their love was pretence.
They had to grow more to learn this way of living...
They... Broke off... N glad they did...
For this relationship taught them the value of faith...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
-Prajakta Sathe

TALE 6 - Blind love...

She wanted to surprise him...
She wrote an anonymous letter... 
She thought he would recognise her right away... 
So she kept waiting...
He fell for the anonymous girl and never met the real her... 
He waited for another letter which never came...
She tried meeting him umpteen times...
But he avoided her and curiously kept looking for the anonymous...
She missed him...
He missed the anonymous...
They remained...
Incomplete...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
-Prajakta Sathe

TALE 5 - Collateral...

She smiled He laughed
She nibbled He hogged
She posed He bogged
She strutted He strolled
She was shy He was bold
They didn't know each other
Until the night when they saw themselves in the arms of their respective lovers in a restaurant celebrating anniversary.
Their lovers had met each other before them...
Their lovers were exactly the same.
Their lovers knew each other.
In fact they had begun to love each other.
There was an urgent rush of the equals to introduce the opposites.
Little did they know... That the opposites had one thing in common...
Opposites did not leave their lovers but they set them free that night.
Because they had one thing in common liberation.
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 4 - Uneven

Because the baby woke up...
She said... Sorry....
He got angry and went back to bed sulking...
Tired weary excruciatingly exhausted; the new mom tried to convince herself that this would be a case with all couples new to parenting...
He started snoring in a jiffy...
She tossed n turned in guilt...
He woke up late and in a crappy mood blaming it all on her...
Sleep deprived she; carries on with her chores as a mom a wife a cook a cleaner a nanny and much more...
The baby's giggles keep her going...
Husband returns late, but in anticipation...
She wants to make him happy...
The baby sleeps just in time...
Then He sleeps in peace...
And finally tonight she sleeps without self accusation...
Some equations aren't always equal.
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 3 - Two-gether

Married for long...she set the table right
Some fresh jasmine flowers floating in an earthen pot laced with candle lights
The cutlery, the glass wear, the ambience, the mood setting, the music.... 
Everything was beyond perfect... 
She waited for him dressed impeccably from head to toe
Her heart raced fast, as the time of his arrival neared... 
Heartbeats louder than the sax playing on d background, she heard his car being parked...
The reports were with him...
He came... He saw her... He cried...
She looked at him...
She knew him for his love for her...
And these tears were storytellers...
She poured their glasses with Rosé
They clinked...
To celebrate what life had written for them...
Without challenging destiny...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 2 - S{'he'}

He was never able to manage on his own due to massive hangovers from previous night's booze...
He ate drank kicked slept, fagged gibbered in semi conscious stage...
She stuck to her schedule finished her meets tasks n deadlines...
Famished tired but calm she returned home everyday....
To find him in another round of drinkathon... 
He had decided to get high before the spirit fades off from his bloodstream...
She had decided to get on with life and provide for them
She had made a commitment
She had loved
She had moved in
He had decided to get on with addiction
He had accepted her commitment
He had enjoyed her love
He had let her move in
Not that she didn't try getting him off
Not that he hurt her intentionally
And yet the story continued...
In a house at a stone's throw away distance from us...
We however have decided to watch n talk n write about it and do what everyone does...just be...
They lived unhappily ever after...

‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe

TALE 1 - Wise kiss...

He saw her at his bachelorette 
A waitress with honey brown eyes
Something inside shunned him from touching alcohol
His friends booed him coaxed him forced him
He refused straight off 
She wasn't a stripper nor was she interested in the outcome or avenues of such a party
She served the starters with a faint smile and sparkling confidence
He couldn't take his eyes off her
He knew there was a story to that night
As if she smiled because she knew that he knew
They sneaked outside the bar at the basement parking lot
He asked her what her problem was
Her eyes twinkled in glee...
This smile he said... And your eyes... Are so disturbing... They ve set me off the enjoyment radar... 
I m unsure... Does this happen at every bachelorette? He asked...
She hugged him tight... She said,
"There are going to be numerous instances of lure, temptations again and again in life after this wedding...
Its upto you... Whether u deal it with control or blow it off is your choice... If u refrain or indulge is again ur choice
If u then share it with ur spouse or not is again your choice...
Your wedlock will culminate into a marriage only if u understand that the LOCK in the wedding is just a concept... No one absolutely no one actually is answerable to what u do... Except for yourself... If u can live with the choices u make, hell u r d boss... If u don't... You are at loss...
Do you want to come with me for the night???" - she asked
Guess boozing is a better choice for today then... I don't have the guts to mess up with full awareness... I haven't even had a peg yet - he said.
She laughed her heart out, " there u go..."
"Oh, but wait....who are you mysterious beauty???" He asked.
Kissing him on his forehead she answered, " A lesson"...

‪ #notsotinytales 
- Prajakta Sathe

अम्रित

तद एकम नावाची संस्था गुरुजी नौशीर इंजिनिअर यांनी स्थापन केली असून त्यांच्याच विचार प्रणालीतून साकारलेले ई-ब्लॉग्स आता आपल्या हातात मूर्त स्वरूपात पडणार आहेत.
मृत्युंजय योगी गुरु महावतार बाबाजी यांची शिकवण गुरुजींच्या लेखणीतून आपल्यापर्यंत पोहोचतेय ती

अम्रित ह्या पुस्तकाद्वारे.

आजाराकडून संतुलित स्वास्थ्याकडे, प्रश्नांकडून उत्तरांकडे व अज्ञानाकडून साक्षात्काराकडे नेणारा अध्यात्माचा मार्ग साधा सरळ नि सोप्प्या शब्दात सांगण्याचं काम गुरुजींनी अत्यंत कसोशीने ह्यात साधलं आहे.

रोजच्या शहरी आयुष्यात आधुनिक माणसाला पडलेले प्रश्न, मग ते व्यावहारिक असुदेत वा प्रापंचिक, अध्यात्मिक, धार्मिक किंवा भावनिक ; सर्व कोड्यांची उकलच जणू ह्या पुस्तकाच्या पानांमध्ये आपल्याला सापडते.

हे पुस्तक वाचतांना, जन्म मृत्यू ह्या चक्रामध्ये व भौतिक व्यापांमध्ये अध्यात्मिक जडणघडण किती महत्वाची आहे हे आपल्याला पटतं. शब्द वचन, आचरण व वैचारिक शृंखला ह्यांना नित्य साधनेने वळण लावता येतं ज्यामुळे शरीर मन व आत्मा ह्यातला अत्यंत तलम असा समतोल साधला जाऊन जगण्यातला खरा आनंद आपल्याला मिळू शकतो अशी शिकवण हे पुस्तक देतं.

दैनंदिनी प्रपंचातली उदाहरणं देऊन, त्याला खमंग भाषाशैलीची फोडणी व त्याला विनोदी बाजाची किनार ह्यामुळे दर पानागणिक हे पुस्तक खिळवून ठेवतं.

एक प्रथितयश C.A. माणूस जो प्रपंचाकडून परमार्थाकडे खेचला जातो व पाच वर्षात तीन योगी पुरुषांना भेटून त्याचा स्वतःकडे आंतरिक प्रवास सुरु होतो व मनुष्याच्या जडणघडणीच्या सर्व गुढत्वाची उकल होऊन गुरुकृपेने गुरुपदाकडे पोहोचतो, हा प्रवास तितकाच अद्भुत व वाचनीय आहे.

गुरुजी नौशीर ह्यांच्या ऑनलाईन ब्लॉग्सची लोकप्रियता वाढायला लागली तशी त्यांच्या अनुयायांनी व शिष्यांनी त्यांचे पुस्तकात रुपांतर व्हावे हा घोषा लावला. शेवटी अनेकांच्या प्रयत्नांना यश येऊन गुरुजींच्याच आशिर्वादाने व महावतार बाबाजींच्या कृपेने १२ जुलै २०१४ रोजी गुरुजींच्या ध्यानमंदिर परिसरात गुरुपौर्णिमेच औचित्य साधून ह्या पुस्तकाचं पुण्यात प्रकाशन झालं.

सध्या जरी खासगी अभिसरणासाठी ह्या पुस्तकाची विक्री होत असली तरी लवकरच मोठ्या प्रमाणात ह्याचा प्रचार व प्रसार व्हावा ह्याकरता तद एकम प्रकाशकांच्या शोधात आहे.

लुडबुड...

मनात इच्छा आली कि तिच्याशी मी नाही लढणार
त्याचा काहीच उपयोग नाही कारण
माझ्यामधल्या कशाशीही मी लढले तर मी स्वतःशीच झुंज दिल्यासारखी होईल
माझ व्यक्तिमत्व ह्याने दुभंगू शकेल
समाजानी फार लहानपणापासून आपल्यावर दुभंगण्याचे संस्कार केले
सगळ्याशी युद्ध करायला शिकवल
हे वाईट आहे…हे करू नकोस…
लोक काय म्हणतील असा वागू नकोस…
परिणाम काय होतील… विचार कर…
इच्छेशी लढा न देता बराच काही घडू शकत…
मला प्रेम ह्या भावनेशीच मैत्री करायची आहे
कारण त्याचा फक्त असण दिसण बोलणं ह्यापलीकडे माझ त्याच्यावरच प्रेम शाश्वत आहे
तो भेटला तर उत्तम नाही भेटला तरी उत्तम
बोलला तर छान अबोल राहिला तरी छान
त्याने जवळ नाही घेतलं तर ठीक
पण जर त्याने मला खरच जर जवळ केलं तर साक्षात्काराच्या मार्गी एक पाउल पुढे टाकीन मी…
आणि तो हि…
परिपूर्ण प्रीती करण्याने मानसिक पोषण होत असतं
फार रुक्ष वाटल वाक्य तरीही त्यात तथ्य आहे
effortless love कारण खरच श्वास घेण्याइतक सहज नि सोप्प होऊन बसतं प्रेम करण
आणि तितकच नैसर्गिकहि
प्रेमात खोलवर गेल्यावर आणखीन आणखीन वाटा सापडतात
स्वतः भोवती AURA असावा तसा प्रेम करणारा माणूस दिसतो
स्वच्छ निर्मळ तेजस्वी
प्रेमाची विभागणी नात्यांमध्ये करण्याची गफलत समाजाने केली
मुलांवर वेगळ्या प्रकारच प्रेम आई वडीलांवर वेगळ्या प्रकारच
नवऱ्याबायकोत एका प्रकारच मैत्रीत एका प्रकारच
गुरुशिष्य प्रेम अजून वेगळ तर भाऊ बहिण आणखीनच वेगळ
देश प्रेम स्वप्रेम पशुप्रेम कुटुंबप्रेम
काय गरज आहे ह्या विभागणीची?
physiology - शरीर - संप्रेरक, रसायनं , शारीर प्रतिसाद ह्यातून उद्भवणार (sex )
psychology - मन - कलाकारांना भावणार भावनिक पातळीवर संवेदना जाणवणार (emotions )
being - आत्मा - चिरंतन निरपेक्ष अद्वैत प्रेम (spiritual union)
ह्या तीनही स्तरावर प्रेम असूच शकत
everything else is far below LOVE
प्रेम हीच प्रार्थना होऊन जाते…
प्रेम फक्त स्वप्न कविता ह्यापुरत मर्यादित न ठेवता सत्यात उतरवता आल तर निरामय आनंद अनुभूती मिळेल
it is never too late to experience LOVE all over again
खूप काही लिहावास वाटतंय पण विचार आणि लिखाण ह्याच्या वेगात फार अंतर आहे
माझी माझ्या प्रेमावरची श्रद्धा निस्सीम आहे
ह्या पृथ्वीवर नाही तरीही पलीकडच्या जगात कधी न कधीतरी ते मला सापडेल
कारण मी मला आणि माझ प्रेम हे वेगळ करूच शकत नाही
तो एक पूर्ण अनंत अनादी ध्वनी आहे
मी प्रेम केलं करणार करत राहणार

प्रेम---> मोक्ष

नदी वाहते आहे - तिला ढकलण्याची गरज नाही. ती  स्वत: हून वाहते आहे. आपण फक्त काठावर उभे राहून तिचा प्रवाह पाहू शकतो. आपल्यात पुरेस धाडस असेल तर फार फारतर आपण तिच्यात उडी मारून तिच्यासोबत वाहू शकतो. तिच्याशी लढण्यात, युद्ध करण्यात काहीच अर्थ नाही. ती आपल्याला स्वतः बरोबर नेउन समुद्रा  पर्यंत पोहोचवू  शकते…  नाहीतर तिच्या विरुद्ध पोह्ल्यास आपल काही खरा नसतं. तिच्या जलाशयावर तरंगणे ह्याशिवाय आयुष्यात तथ्य नाही आणि समर्पणातून अनंतात विलीन होण्याची कला ह्याच कृत्यातून सिद्ध होते ह्याशिवाय दुसर सत्य नाही… ह्यात सागर हा हि खरा नदी हि सुद्धा खरी… राहून राहून आपापल काय ते पारखून घ्यावं…

Face off

Contemporary way of living has made us think that all that we do or rather appear to be doing is for good of us society at large and our near n dear ones i.e. friends family and acquaintances... is it so? or is it our mask? to camouflage our insecurities? where there is mind over matter and heart over mind... in reality do we ever care or bother to speak out. it was just recently that I have begun to shed inhibition one at a time and also some conditioning. getting out of the cocoon of comfort and social makeup is difficult. But i don't want to wake up one day and realise that its already half past my life and i still haven't said a thing of what i need to say. i m going to speak my mind from now on and speak from heart. such things seldom hurt people. But diplomacy is banned for good and so is hypocrisy. if u ask me something i will speak in black and white. no shady business here. lets c how this works... if i m able to handle the clarity, also wud help me find people whom i would really like to be with... Need to unlearn goodness for good is not always true...

OPEN UP...

   

                                                                                                                                                             

शाश्वत  सत्य??? 

चूक केली कि दंड स्वरूपी कर आकारला जातो

आणि उत्तम काम केल कि कर स्वरूपी दंड … 

मोहाला आवर घालण्यात घालवलेल आयुष्य निष्फळ असाव…. 

गोंधळ  उडाला कि मी पटकन पुढच पाउल टाकते

अस मी फार टेचात म्हणायचे पूर्वी 

कालाचक्रामध्ये बरोबर किवा चूक काहीही नसत …

असते ती फक्त हालचाल… 

हानी काहीतरी करून होते …. 

काहीही न बोलून सुद्धा होते

मला तू आवडतोस 

हे म्हणायला इतके दिवस का लावतेय मी? 

जनाची भीती, मनाची कि तुझी?

खर म्हणजे EGO आड येत असेल का माझा?

कि मैत्री घालवून बसेन ही भीती?

कि त्या पेक्षा मीच का पुढाकार घ्यावा हा अहंकार?

निरपेक्ष प्रेम तू हि समजतोस आणि मी हि 

तरीही धीर न व्हावा? 

Heartbreak चा डर ह्या वयात नसतोच मुळी 

तुझ दुसऱ्या कुणावर निस्सीम प्रेम आहे 

हे हि मी स्वीकारल

तू तिसऱ्याच कुणाशीतरी लग्न करायला निघालायस 

हे हि मी मान्य केल

आपल लग्न ह्या जन्मात तरी शक्य नाही 

हि गोष्ट मनाला पटली आहे 

तुझ्यातल्या समंजसपणाची जाणीवही आहे 

तरीही तुला न सांगण्याचा अट्टाहास… 

का? 

R.I.P.

पुरिया धनश्री ऐकल्यावर संपूर्ण भरलेल वाटतं तसा मारवा ऐकवलास तू आज आधा अधुरा मधेच सोडून दिल्या सारखा बेवारस पोरका… जा तू तुझ्या वाटेने मी कोण सांगणार… थांबवू तर शकलेच नाही पण निदान निरोप तरी घ्यायचास . श्या ,साली किस्मतच निकम्मी तुझी त्याला कोण काय करणार . तिथे ऐश कर बाबा… अप्सरानबरोबर Flirt कर. गंधर्वांना पकाऊ jokes सांग . किन्नरींना भसाड्या आवाजातली तुझी गाणी ऐकव.
आणि हो चित्रगुप्ताला अवांतर वाचनावर गुगली प्रश्न टाकून भाम्भावून सोड. तिथे बरेच मुंबईकर असतील cricket वेडे त्यांच्याशी तंगडतोड match खेळ.  नसतील तिथे पण तरी फुकटात मिळतंय तर तपासून घेणारे खूप भेटतील पुणेकर .

  मग तिथल्या तिथे cyber cafe शोध आणि FB वर येऊन chat तरी कर Dr. please please तुझ फस्सकन हसणं आणि मोठ्ठा आवाज ऐकायचं . तो ऐकव नि मग जा  परत. मी नाही थांबवणार तुला . तुझी विशीतली सुंदर बायको नाही तान्ही लेक रीतन्या नाही आई बाबा नाहीत मित्र परिवार नाही कुणीही नाही . फक्त एकदा ये न. bye तरी म्हणू दे रे … जा कट्टी पण घेऊ शकत नाही आता तुझ्याशी . नकचढ्या येऊ वर तेव्हा नक्की जाब विचारू .
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