--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--

Thursday, January 21, 2016

The Peppy Child

     Recently in the second week of January I went to the Hurada party on a farm near Pune with a group of my close relatives. (Hurada - roasted newly riped Jawar grains.) There were many visitors just like us who also came there for enjoying Hurada party. But our group sat distantly in the shade of a big, old Tamarind tree. The tree was such a huge tree that it’s shade was sufficient to accommodate about hundred people below the tree and the position of Sun in the sky was such that there was shade below that huge tree for the entire day. The shade was so cool, that some of the people of our group immediately sat relaxed on the mat spread below that tree. In that shade we couldn’t resist our temptation to walk barefoot on the black fertile soil which was soft to touch.

     While taking our breakfast in the shade of that tree we could see the peppy children taking bullock cart ride and horse ride. By seeing that we decided to play badminton after our breakfast and took out our rackets for playing. On one plot of farm the lawn was grown specially for playing, where we played. It was after many years we were playing badminton, but the heat was so much that we hardly played for about half an hour. When we returned in the shade of the tree, we saw a boy who was about 3-4 years old came there with his parents and sat on a mat below the tree near our group. That child was very peppy in nature.

     By listening that boy’s conversation with his parents, one of us offered him a ball for playing and that boy happily took it and joined our group for playing. While playing he was asking many questions, “What will happen if the ball will go far away in the crops? Then who will bring that ball?” It was a sheer joy to talk with that peppy boy. When the ball accidently went in the direction of his sleeping father, he warned us, “Don’t throw ball in that direction, my father is sleeping there.” And then he ordered his father, “Wake up father, we are playing here.” By seeing his so active nature, one of us gave him a Tamarind fruit and turned his attention elsewhere.

     Taking that Tamarind fruit, the boy exclaimed, “We are sitting below the Tamarind tree, that’s why there are so many Tamarind fruits.” Then while talking with us he told us his complete name and added to it that he is a Punekar – a citizen of Pune with pride in his words. Then he told us that he has visited Mumbai and Konkan and described the things about his travel. When we showed him the hanging bar tied to a branch, he wanted to swing himself on that bar. His father who had woke up by that time, helped him to take swings on that bar.

     Then we went for the lunch. After taking lunch that boy took bath in the water which was pumped by a motor for irrigation of crops. Then he changed his clothes with the help of his mother and again joined our group. After some light conversation with us, he took a nap with the oldest person in our group for half an hour, in the shade of that Tamarind tree. Then it was the time for some activities. We went for the bullock cart ride and that boy went for horse riding. After that we ate the Hurada (roasted newly riped Jawar grains) with Chutney and drank Sugarcane juice and started our journey to home after saying goodbye. We went to the Hurada party, but it was that peppy boy who made our day full of enjoyment and fun that we still remember him instead of the Hurada party.

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This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.

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