Lejhim Kelnari Pora : Marathi Play Part-2






Lejhim Kelnari Pora : Marathi Play

Director: Abhijeet Zunjarrao

Writer: Sanjay Krushnaji Patil

Cast: Neha Ashtaputre, Durgesh Budhkar, Rahul Shirsat, Ketan Fad, Roshan More, Sonali Magar, Babu Aavade, Darshana Rasaal and Shreyas Meshram

Presented By: Abhinay, Kalyan









मुंबई,मैंने देखा है तुझे छुपके से सोते हुए.. Mumbai,maine dekha hai tujhe chhupke sote hue..

 मुंबई, मैंने देखा है तुझे छुपके से सोते हुए..रात भर करवटे लेते हुए , दिन भर के बौछार से बचते . कहीं बस स्टॉप के साए !.Mumbai , maine dekha hai tujhe chupke se sote hue…rat bhar karvate lete hue..din ke bauchhar se bachte ..kahin bus stop ke saye…


सी हो जाती है तू ..इस तेज़ बरसात में ..ओझल हो जाती है तू ..चाहे जितना भी बड़ा दूँ कंट्रास्ट मै!
Dhundhli si ho jaati hai tu(mumbai)..is tez barsaat me..ojhal ho jati hai tu..chahe jitna bhi bada du contrast mai!!


 हरी हो कर लहेराती है, तू माहे रमजान में .
,मुंबई, मैंने देखा है तुझे छुपके से सोते हुए..रात भर करवटे लेते हुए
Hari (green) ho kar laherati hai tu..mahe Ramzaan me..Mumbai maine dekha hai tujhe chhupke se sote hue!!


मैंने देखा है तुझे छुपके से रोते हुए ….
बचपना खोते हुए !!
maine dekha hai tujhe
chhupke se rote hue….
bachpana khote hue…!!

मुंबई, मैंने देखा है तुझे छुपके से सोते हुए..रात भर करवटे लेते हुए


 Maine dekha hai tujhe sidhi aur aasaan baat karte hue! 

मुंबई, मैंने देखा है तुझे छुपके से सोते हुए..रात भर करवटे लेते हुए


Asmano ke bulandi par maine dekha hai tujhe tasveer banate hue


Maine dekha hai tujhe gardishon me sapne bunte hue..
apni bagavat ki lau ko jalate hue!!
मैंने देखा है तुझे गर्दिशों में सपने बुनते हुए ..
अपनी बगावत की लौ को जलाते हुए !!


maine dekha hai tuje gir gir kar uth te hue. Andhere ko darate hue!!
मैंने देखा है तुझे गिर गिर कर उठ ते हुए . अँधेरे को डराते हुए !!


Mumbai maine dekha hai tujhe haarte hue, apni kabiliyat ko nakarte hue!!
मुंबई मैंने देखा है तुझे हारते hue, अपनी काबिलियत को नकारते हुए !!19

Trained Travellelers of Mumbai

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Magnum Mentorship with Raghu Rai , October 2013.


I was one of the lucky participants who was selected to work with India’s one and only one photographer ,who is Magnum Photographer, Raghu Rai Sahib. From 28th October to 3rd October I was at Delhi Photo festival , working with Raghu Rai.

Before this I never met him . I have learnt so many thing just by observing his Photography.

The most important thing I would like to share with the photographers , what Raghu sir told to me is ” Get connected with the spaces around, and Nature will perform for you”.

Raghu Rai is very spiritual and philosophical about his photography and this where I connect with Raghu sahib. Let me share few picture shot by me which Raghu Rai selected to show cased at Delhi photo Festival.





Children of Smoke city Kolkata.

In 1971 Indo-Pakistani war unleashed mass immigration fromBangladesh boosting the population, thus aggravating urban population density which still carries on till today for the sole reason of the porous nature of the Indo-Bangladesh border. Slums and slum-like areas sprung up in andaround Kolkata and Howrah to accommodate these hapless refugees. This onslaught migration also occurred within the states as families from neighbouring states of Bihar, Orissa as well as from farflung areas of Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh, with all sorts of livelihood but living below poverty line, crowded the slums and shanties.

In the city of Howrah and Kolkata, the huge number of marginalized children, who are robbed of their childhood, are compelled to negotiate their precarious existence in the world ofcrime, misery, abuse and exploitation. They live on platforms, along railway tracks, in empty pipes, under the bridges, on pavements and in slums and bustees. Fast urbanization, high unemployment and aggravated poverty resulted in the increase of the numbers of children onthe street. More than 100,000 minors, aged 5 to 18, are street children. The main causes are:Extreme poverty that fosters domestic conflict and violence, induces children to leave school and earn a living.

Children beaten, feel unloved and are rejected or run away from home. They end up onthe streets.

Some children leave home after death or illness in the family.inn most cases the father is an alcoholic or the mother a prostitute, they too turn to the streets.

deHLi…….where shall I find you?

Delhi was once a paradise,
Where Love held sway and reigned;
But its charm lies ravished now
And only ruins remain. But things cannot remain,O Zafar,
Thus for who can tell?
Through God’s great mercy and the Prophet All may yet be well….
this is what great poet and last Mughal Emperor wrote about Delhi…!!

I walked through the bustling gullies of old Delhi, from Chandni Chowk to Jama Masjid and then to Ballimaran. This
area was part of the walled city of Shahjahanabad founded by the Mughal emperor Shahjahan, who built the Taj
Mahal. The city was a symbol of Mughal cultural and architectural wealth. In 1857, during the first armed revolution
against British rule, soldiers destroyed 80 percent of the palaces here Today, the area is crowded with rickshaw
pullers, kebab sellers, biryani makers, goats and a few cows. The dynasties are gone; the nobility has vanished. Whatremains are dilapidated buildings, and dangling serpentine electric cables.

Among the poets and artists that the last Mughal emperor, Bahadur Shah Zafar, assembled at his court was the great
Urdu and Persian poet Mirza Ghalib. In a letter to a friend in 1861, Ghalib wrote:
The city has become a desert… by God, Delhi is no more a city, but a camp, a cantonment… No fort, no city, no
bazaars, no watercourses… Four things kept Delhi alive – the fort, the daily crowds at the Jama Masjid, the weekly
walk to the Yamuna Bridge, and the yearly fair of the flower-sellers. None of these survives, so how could Delhi
survive? Yes there used to be a city of this name in the land of Hindustan.

Facing the Faith







Each year, at the onset of monsoon, around half a million Hindu people gather together in Maharashtra, India, to participate in a unique pilgrimage that has an unbroken tradition of over 800 years. The pilgrims known as “warkaris” starts the main pilgrimage  on foot from Pune, carrying the palkhi (palanquin) of Saint Tukaram, a renowned devotee of Lord Vitthala, a form of lord Vishnu. This main procession was joined by other palkhis from other towns and villages like the famous Saint Dnyaneshwar palkhi from Alandi.The wari tradition has entirely been a peoples’ initiative. The wari helps warkaris draw the Divine closer to the very essence of the soul, preparing the individual to return to daily life with a renewed sense of purpose.


On their way, the pilgrims played musical instruments like veenas, mridungas, dholkis and chiplis. The pilgrims also played the traditional folk dance “fugdi” with their infectious enthusiasm and energy. With the saffron coloured triangular ‘paatakas’ (flags) in hands and tulsi leaves on their heads the pilgrims presented a perfect picture of the Bhakti tradition of Maharshtra.