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Lunch with Mangesh Padgaonkar : Delicious moments of my life

With Mangesh Padgaonkar and Ravi Paranjape


Almost all of us believe that spices and cook come together to make your food delicious. Mangesh Padgaonkar made me think over this. Now I say, spices, cook and sprouting discussions make your food delicious. As always, I was once again fortunate enough to have lunch with two great personalities, Mangesh Padgaonkar, one of the greatest poets Marathi language ever produced and Ravi Paranjape, a great painter of today’s time. I was working with a student group in our college and under the same entity, we had organized a poem reading reading session by Mangesh Padgaonkar. Ravi Paranjape was the guest of honour.

As expected, the programme was really hit and  the entire audience was mesmerised. I was attending such a session for first time in my life. I was  completely satisfied with the session but god put something more in my plate. After the session, we took both of our guests out for lunch. As I had already spent some time with Mangesh Padgaonkar on the day before, I was very much keen to listen to his first hand comments on  life. I had heard an old record where he delivered a talk about Osho. Other speakers who spoke in the series were Prof. Shivajirao Bhosale and Va. Pu. Kale, both of them very successful writers. Listening to these lectures was my first interaction with all three of these personalities. Shivajirao Bhosale and Va. Pu. Kale spoke irrelevant. Thoughts of Mangesh Padgaonkar were authentic and penetrating. This had doubled the respect for him.

The lunch was full of discussions. Mangesh Padgaonkar and Ravi Paranjape are old friends and hence, started with their familiar topics. The topics shifted from poetry to Old Monk to the life of poets and hardships faced by them in old days. He was telling us about the great poets of their time- the tremendous passion and the burning desire which these people had in their hearts. Whatever he was speaking, was touching my heart. The reason was simple; he was talking from the bottom of his heart. His views were his own views and not the borrowed ones. His experiences and memories were still fragrant.

In course of discussion, he told me,

“When I was young, I used to read out poems for few rupees. I wanted to see the world and roam around, but had no money. Right now, I have lacs of rupees with me, but its all useless. I cant use it anywhere…..”

I could understand the feelings by observing his 84 years old utterly expressive eyes. I was touched by the authenticity and simplicity of his shaky voice. I gave him a typical smile- which we use as a shield to escape such moments. While I was dragged into a whirl of thoughts, Mangesh Padgaonkar was back to his piece of fish, enjoying it to the fullest.

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Dohe of Kabir # 6

Saint Kabir makes us stop still with the helps of his two liners, called Doha. This beautiful Doha of Kabir is worth a thousand lines-

माँगन मरण समान है, मत माँगो कोई भीख ।
माँगन से तो मरना भला, यह सतगुरु की सीख

English Translation-

(Do not ask for anything. To ask for anything is like being dead. My master teaches me that it is better to die than to ask for something. )

It can be seen that Saint Kabir is very much against asking. Saint Kabir is not saying that asking money is not desirable or asking for favors is bad. He simply says that all the demands should be stopped. Saint Kabir refers to all demands as begging  There must have been some reason behind these lines of Kabir. It is interesting to see the mind of a person who is asking for something. He is not satisfied. All of us are unsatisfied and hence we keep on asking for many things. One more thing is, asking comes out of insecurity. The persons who are insecure are more demanding. Many times, we ask out of our greed. Saint Kabir says, simply drop all the insecurities, greed and leave this habit of asking.

Saint Kabir equates this habit of asking for favors to death. He firmly says that asking for anything is just a sign of being dead. At the end, he says that it is better to die rather than asking favors. The question my come up in the minds of the reader that is it not justified if a really needy person asks for something? The answer is also very clear- when you need something really, you get it without even asking for it. So, if you need something and you ask for it, it shows that you do not have the trust in the existence. If you need something and you do not get it, the conclusion to be drawn is, you do not need it.

Saint Kabir has very rightly said that it is better to be dead than asking for favors. The very process of asking and demanding shows that you do not trust the existence

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Nature is the key to arts

A few days ago, I was invited in a conference which was organised to think upon today’s youth and how to reach to them through lecture series. In this conference, one session was devoted to tell whatever you feel in connection with today’s youth. Being one of the speakers, I chose a very interesting topic named why youth is not being attracted towards authentic things which dominantly include arts.

The main point of focus was, human mind always looks out for melody. It is melody that we are searching. Arts appeals us because it has melody. The more melodies an art is, more people appreciate it. Of course, my point ahead was why youth is not getting attracted to the arts.

The question only can be solved by the concept of melody. If a child is taught to observe melody from very childhood, he will search it in arts. He will be searching melody  in dance, music, poetry or paints. Now, the question which stands in front of all of us is how to introduce this melody and hence arts to the children. The obvious thing is, nature is home to all sorts of melodies. Melody can be very easily observed in nature in form of dancing trees, flowing rivers, singing birds and falling leaves. Children should be taught to observe this melody, to witness it from their very childhood. This melody creates infinite impacts on their hearts.

Then they will be always be searching melody. If they find it in any form of arts, for example in strokes of a painter, they will start feeling it and exploring it. My experience says, at one point you will try to create melody on your own. Then you will touch some form of arts on your own. Then you will take brush or flute in your hands and create art which is melodious.

Why today’s youth is going away from arts? The answer is, they were never close to nature. Nature is the key to arts.

Mangesh Padgaonkar poems

My moments with Mangesh Padgaonkar 1

Some people are very special. We have great ideas about them in our mind. For us, to meet them is just a dream. We just carry some ideas about them which define them according to our information and image built up in our minds. And then, some day, suddenly you come to know that you are going to meet such a person. Then you very closely observe him, get absorbed in him. And then, you find how lame all your imaginations were, how poor all your conceptions were.

Mangesh Padgaonkar is one of the most legendary poets we ever had. I have loved his poems and his words very specially. Those words of Mangesh Padgaonkar created many minute impressions unknowingly on my psyche and have removed chips of my psyche to give me glimpse of my being. suddenly, god (In form of my friend Akshay) created an opportunity for me and I was in a position to spend one entire night and one complete day with this one of the most adorable persons.

Mandar Karanjkar with Mangesh Padgaonkar

The impressions of his presence are still tangible. I know, this is time to sip the aura of Mangesh Padgaonkar rather than writing a post about it. I know, right now I cannot write anything about these intimate moments. So, I am just starting it. I will be sharing all my close observations, many arising feelings in upcoming posts.

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Come, sing and dance…

Open those sleepy eyes and just have a glance,

Why keeping away, come sing and dance…

All world is rejoicing, why are you out of tune?

Put hands in hands and just be a commune…..

This world is burning up, you are also a spark,

Just fall down, without holding a single bark…

Bubbles come and burst and go,

just come and give yourself a throw……

In this world, woven out of non existent threads,

Just leave all the trades….

Each drop is evaporating, you are also in the que

Everything will collapse, in the time due…

The boat is already sinking, Dont miss the chance,

Come here at once, come, sing and dance..

Dohe of Kabir Kabir poems

Dohe of Kabir #5

जाती नं पुछो साधू की पुछ लिजिये ग्यान

मोल करो तलवार का पडा राहन दो म्यान….

(Do not ask a holy man his cast, look at his knowledge. One should always inquire about the sword and not its cover.)

One of the basic problem of human beings is, that they need respect. Any person on this earth strives for some respect, some dignity. It is a true fact that not all of us can always get respect, not all of us are able to earn dignity. So, people start designing other which will give them respect. Cast is one of such parameters.

And then comes the climax when people inquire about cast of a holy man.  Kabir asks us to put all these dogmas aside. Kabir says that a holy man is holy in spite of his cast. By telling this, Kabir wants to tell us that holiness is not of the cast. It does not arise out of the cast. It is there irrespective of the cast of the person.

One never looks at the cover from which the sword is taken out. We are always concerned with the sword, its sharpness and its mettle.  Then why do we do not apply this rule to human beings? Why do we judge human beings based on casts from which they come?

We are still engrossed in these ugly ideas and Kabir, 4oo years ago, tells us that holiness does not come out of cast, it is of that person.

Dohe of Kabir #3

Dohe of Kabir #2






At your feet, no hope remains…….

In the world of desires, fear remains, At your feet, no hope remains….

This is the net, born out of hopes, The one leaves hopes, up copes…

The one who is afraid, of going down, Will not enter, His town…

One who can float, in the sea of uncertainty, will have certainty in plenty….

leaves grow and dry, without fear, Why am I afraid, all in tears?

Those who give hope, I trusted them a lot, And finally, found a broken pot…

At your feet, no hope remains, just pure bliss, in all the veins….


Do Two Exist?

I cut each and every curtain, which does not exist.

I look inside each and everyone, who does not exist.

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


I go behind each and every mirror.

I search light inside each chandelier

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


I feel the beauty of each and every person’s breath.

I feel the silence after each and every death.

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


I separate each and every thread of the sheet.

Then I watch each and every dot of the thread.

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


Each particle of this universe,

sings my song for hours.

Then I ask apparent myself,

Do two exist?


Who cares?

The weaver is on the road, to weave clothes for the abode,

Who cares?

To solve all the complications, to remove all negations,

Who cares?

To show everyone the bliss, to show them what they miss,

Who cares?

He tries to bring the glory, tries to make happy every story,

Who cares?

Remaining are the few days, then he will be on his way,

Who cares?


What is this?

The strange smells around, The never heard bells around,

Something beautiful is bound, just to happen….

This internal peace, the greener than ever trees,

It just means, something is going to happen…..

The never seen lights, the never reached flights,

The farthest kites, are flying in the sky…….

This very light, was never so bright,

and yes, no internal fight, what else I want?

Everywhere just abyss, just full of bliss, can you tell me?

What is this?? What is this??

( Poem by Mandar Karanjkar written on 9th April.)