Shardul Mandrupkar's Blog

||शिवराय|| शिवजयंती होऊन गेली साजरी पण करून झाली पण शिवराय फक्त फोटोतच राहिले पण शिवराय फक्त मुर्तीतच राहिले दंग्यासाठी जमले सारे दंग संपला परत गेले “ जय शिवबा आणि जय जिजाऊ ” ओठातच नुसते विरून गेले ओठांवरचे शिवराय डोक्यात कधी जाणार, डोक्यातले शिवराय मनात कधी जाणार, मनातले शिवराय आचरणात कधी येणार, याची वाट शिवराय पण पाहत असतील, हनुवटीवर हात ठेवून विचार करत बसले असतील. ओठातले शिवराय डोक्यात जेव्हा जातील, रायगडावरच्या दगडांची सुदधा फुले होऊन जातील. डोक्यातले शिवराय मनात जेव्हा जातील, तेव्हा समस्त गड-किल्ल्यांना जाग येईल. मनातले शिवराय आचरणात जेव्हा येतील, तेव्हा माझे शिवराय पुन्हा जन्म घेतील...... तेव्हा माझे शिवराय पुन्हा जन्म घेतील.....

When you are feeling alone like no one cares, read this because its absolutely true..... Every night,someone thinks about you before they go to sleep. At least fifteen people in this world love. The one and only reason someone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. There are at least two people in this world that would die for you. You meant the world to someone. someone that you don't even know exists loves you. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look. Always remember the compliments you've received and forget the rude remarks...

पाऊस... पाऊस म्हणजे पाणी... पाऊस म्हणजे गाणी... पाऊस म्हणजे वारा... थंड थंड गारा.... हिरव्यागार मखमालीवर थेंबांचा मारा... पाऊस म्हणजे हिरवळ... पाऊस म्हणजे ओलसर... पाऊस म्हणजे काळ्या काळ्या ढगांची गर्दी ती वेडसर.... पाऊस कायम हवा-हवासा... कधी रिमझिम, कधी रिपरिप... पाऊस कधीतरी नकोसा... प्रेमाची गीते पाऊस... म्हातार्यांचा अनुभवी पाऊस... कोणाचीतरी भिजण्याची हौस... पाऊस एकदम निराळा...                               - शार्दूल नरेंद्र मंदृपकर...

Why it always happens? That I write something and nobody reads, they don't even try to see what are the contents... But some one said, आपण आपल काम करत रहाव आपण केलेल्या कामाची दखल कोणी घेतली नाही तरी चालेल.... Some says listen to you heart but I was confused what my heart wants.... But today I got answer, my heart only wants your appreciation nothing else... And I think some one will be there who will read posts and leave a comment....yup that will encourage me, that's the same which will make me to feel myself very happy..... Support me if you like, and even if u hate...then please share me.... :-) ;^)

OMG...! Its started to rain again... Really i m confused what that lord wanted to indicate hn...but these sudden rains sometimes touch to heart.                  But you know I will just prefer to enjoy this rain coz i don't want to lose my awesome moments. Just because i want to have some special memories. When I will be adult , married and a well settled writer then I may be can't get the time to do these. And may be I will remain with my coffee alone.                   I mean sitting infront of the open wide window, watching rain when you are lonely at the home. It feels amazing. That time you throw your phone aside and just prepare a coffee for yourself and stare at the falling drops...then you started to    take a sip and feels that coffee is  like your whole life life. Then suddenly you remember about your childhood, then about your mother then about the awesome  dishes made by her. Some tears just rolled down your eyes because you can't feel those situations aga

Sometimes life seems to be so hard, so complicated but still so awesome. Sometimes it feels awful but on the same day, it turns to a tremendous change. We pray for a beautiful life, but the pattern of life is same for all and decided previously, it cannot be changed. According to me, life is based on one common thing i.e. ‘hope’. We all know that, one day we are going to die. But still we live because, we hope we are not going to be dead so soon! May be our aims of life are totally different but expect only one common thing from life, That we want to live longer, as much as possible  ... “Now, if your life seems to be complicated then just relax and change the way how you look at your life”                                                                                                              -shardul narendra mandrupkar

कविता, कविता ही भावना असते. कविता ही वासना असते, चार ओळींची का असेना पण ती कविता असते. कविता नाव असते, कविता स्थान असते, कविता कवीच्या अस्मितेचे भान असते. कविता आभास असते, त्यात थोडी अडचण पण पुढे मोकळीक असते. कवीच्या मनातल्या फुलांची ती बाग असते. त्यात झाडे असतात , गावात असते, फुलपाखरुही इकडून तिकडून फिरत असते पण, पण त्या बागेत माळी नसतो; किंबहुना त्या बागेला माळ्याची गरजही नसते, ती जन्मतःच सुंदर असते.... कधी कविता थोडी मऊ असते कधी हिरवी मिरची लागते, कधीतरी मोकळा श्वास वाटते, तर कधी विचित्र बंधन वाटते. कधी कधी ती प्रेमाची पण असते, प्रेमक्रीडेचे ते मैदानच असते, कधीतरी त्याच्यासाठी तर कधीतरी तिच्यासाठी, कविता फक्त मधला दुवा असते. निळ्या  निळ्या  आभाळाखाली ज्याला ती सुचत जाते.... त्याची मनापासून धन्यता वाटते...