--000-- Important statement - Some of those who are calling themselves as my so-called friends on the basis of acquaintance which has happened in a short duration of past time, behaved with me in past in a manner which was crossing over the limits of friendship in that time, vexatious, objectionable even after the frequent admonitions given by me, so I do not consider them as my friends who crosses over the limits of friendship. So I am not duty-bound to publish or answer their comments which are given on any of my blogs, or to answer their email, or to accept their friend invite on any of the social website like facebook, or to answer their messages sent through the comment form on blog. So please take a kind note that if it will be found out that the abovementioned persons tried to contact with me directly or indirectly by any types of means mentioned before or through any other person by incuring him / her inbetween or by maknig fake profile through it or by any other means, through the blog or through any other medium or if it will be found out that they have done any type of act which is vexatious for me, then proper action will be taken on it. Also by all this incidence the decision is taken that the right of publishing all the suspicious seeming comments given on the blog and the right of answering any of the suspicious seeming messages coming through the comment form is reserved, readers please take a kind note of it. ----- 00000 ----- महत्त्वाचे निवेदन - भूतकाळातील थोडक्या कालावधीकरता झालेल्या माझ्या ओळखीच्या आधारावर स्वतःला माझे तथाकथित मित्र म्हणवून घेणार्‍या काही जणांनी पूर्वी मी वारंवार समज दिल्यानंतरही, माझ्याशी तत्कालीन पद्धतीच्या मैत्रीच्या मर्यादा ओलांडणारे, मनस्ताप देणारे, आक्षेपार्ह वर्तन केले, त्यामुळे अशा मैत्रीच्या मर्यादा ओलांडणार्‍यांना मी माझे मित्र मानत नाही. त्यामुळे माझ्या कोणत्याही ब्लॉगवर आलेल्या त्यांच्या कॉमेंट्स प्रकाशित करणे किंवा त्यांना उत्तर देणे, किंवा त्यांच्या इमेलला उत्तर देणे, किंवा त्यांच्या फेसबुकसारख्या कोणत्याही सोशल वेबसाईटवर आलेल्या फ्रेंड इन्व्हाईटला ऍक्सेप्ट करणे, किंवा त्यांनी ब्लॉगवरील कॉमेंट फॉर्मद्वारा पाठवलेल्या निरोपाला उत्तर देणे यासाठी मी बांधील नाही. त्यामुळे उपरोल्लेखित व्यक्तिंनी आधी उल्लेख केलेल्या कोणत्याही प्रकारे किंवा दुसर्‍या एखाद्या व्यक्तीला मध्ये घालून तिच्याद्वारे किंवा बनावट प्रोफाईल तयार करून त्याद्वारे किंवा इतर कोणत्याही प्रकारे, ब्लॉग किंवा इतर कोणत्याही माध्यमातून माझ्याशी प्रत्यक्ष वा अप्रत्यक्ष प्रकारे संपर्क साधण्याचा प्रयत्न केल्याचे आढळल्यास किंवा मला मनस्ताप होईल अशा प्रकारचे कोणतेही कृत्य त्यांनी केल्याचे आढळल्यास, त्यावर योग्य ती कारवाई करण्यात येईल याची कृपया नोंद घ्यावी. तसेच या सर्व प्रकारामुळे ब्लॉगवर आलेल्या संशयास्पद वाटणार्‍या सर्व कॉमेंट्स प्रकाशित करण्याचे आणि कॉमेंट्स फॉर्मद्वारे आलेल्या संशयास्पद वाटणार्‍या कोणत्याही निरोपाला उत्तर देण्याचे अधिकार राखून ठेवण्याचा निर्णय घेण्यात आला आहे, याची वाचकांनी कृपया नोंद घ्यावी. --000--

Monday, July 14, 2014

The Train Travel

     I still remember those rainy days. That time I was studying in college. I used to go by train for my college. At every morning when I was used to walk to station, the rain was catching me in the middle and I was immediately opening my umbrella. All the scene was changing in minutes. The roads were becoming muddy, the rickshaws were going by side scattering mud splashes on the people. Some people were walking fast in hurry scattering mud splashes by their sandles on other people's clothes and making them half soaked by the water droplets on their umbrella. In such a condition I was used to go to station in half soaked condition, cursing the mud with some splashes of mud on my clothes. The station was always crowded. In that crowd I was catching my train. The train was always full of people, most of them half soaked, some of them sweating in that humid climate and the height of all that was some 'koli' women were catching the train with their basket of fishes spreading an odour in train. Then the travellers like me had no other option but making noises of "yuk! Yuk!" and waiting for the next station. On the next station a 'garland and flower seller' woman was getting in the train and immediately the fragrance was spreading in the train. The fragrance spreading most in the train was that of 'Golden Champa' (sonchafa) flowers. Then all environment was becoming pleasent. Women were started calling that seller and buying the garlands and Golden Champa flowers. Even I was feeling pleasent by that Golden Champa fragrance, but my hair was short, so I had no other option but to take deep breaths and store that fragance in my mind.

     One day when I was sitting on the seat in the train in that humid climate, came the flower seller woman spreading fragrance. A traveller who was standing in front of me purchased all the Golden Champa flowers from that seller. The seller tied those flowers in big leaves and gave that packet to the traveller. As that traveller was standing in the crowd she asked me, if I can hold that flower packet for some time. I willingly told her, 'yes' and hold that packet in my hands. For an hour I kept that packet in my hands taking the deep breaths full of that fragrance. After that journey when I reached my college, a friend came and asked me, "Is it your birthday today?" I said, "No." Then she said me, "It must be your birthday today and you are hiding it from me. You are looking so refreshed and you have applied some perfume. I can smell it's fragrance from some distance." Then I told her that it was not the perfume but the fragrance of Golden Champa flowers lingering around me. Then I told her about the traveller who purchased those flowers and told me to hold it. Then only she belived me. But one more friend came and asked me about the fragrance and I had to repeat the same story. That day I understood how evocative the fragrance of Golden Champa was!

Note - This post is written as an entry for the contest "Inspire a Fragrance" on Indiblogger.

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