sanctuary

I went to sanctuary,it is near to my city,called Nanaj.There are some birds and deers.I know I can't see the birds because i can not take their appointment. They are very important and they have lot of works .Like save the jungle and environment and keep their children safe. There are dry grass(hey),some trees are green .i only sat down there and looked at the nature and i felt very loneliness.why i came and disturb their life ,only because i want to see their colour and their daily life.may i give anyone this type of permission to come and see my life. Never.

Today I meet one woman,she is working in govt.sector. she always talk about govt.schemes.I always neglect her because of her habit.But when i went to the slum and i don't know the schemes which govt. allot them. I ashamed myself. so when i meet her ,i felf happiness and i told her my feelings. She surprised about my comment. she said thanks to me because she didn't aware about her habit.Oh how nice of us.
At evening she came with me and gave information to my people.They are very intersted,so they ask her various document.she was also happy because she can work for needy people.In my world i always meet good people who want to work for others. After all it is my life which very colourful and facinated me in all place.

where was men's first club situated?In any cave? or After hunting? or at any field with camp fire?
It us very difficult to say?
What is the meaning of club? Four five people or twenty,thirty people come together and talk to one another ,tease one another and if possible they talk about their work.
Wait one minute,here we are talking about the rich people and their eliet,expensive club.
Every morning wake up early,wear fine T shirt and go to the Golf club.There you talk on some light subject and play or in the evening you sit glancing the sun set and drinking some tea or anything what you like.
There will be your favourite wine and water who will respect you, they will take care of you.The whole environment will appear very be rich.
All these things where you get is called as club.
But friends this needs more money to spend.
More means more,much.The membership of this type club is Rs.5 lakh,another expenses are different.
Friend you ask me what is the need of the club? oh! what you ask me? then how men could know that they are rich,their status are increasing,.It is status symbol. Ruskin told us,"Fit yourself for the best society and then never enter it any subject".

At evening I drive the car for change my mind set. I went the road which i never saw .There were many people with their bullockcarts. The women were cooking but they don't had more utensils. They have only three utensils.In which they cooked all ressipies .I surprised.Because in the afternoon i saw some womens were took utensils for them .They were talking about only utensils. They had lot of utensils ,but they want more.I scold my mind,why he see all this things and disturbed me.

Yesterday I went in Lodhipura a slum. I sat down under the huge tree. There was huge sitting top. My friend was with me. she was frightened because she didn't have habit to work in the slum.she was disturb. But I am ok. People were working, some were sitting and chatting. so many youngster were playing cricket. And girls were helping there mother and did Bidi.They were very small girls,in this age they have to play.But they can't.I started talking to them. They didn't see at me but giving the answers.My friend did the noise from her mouth ch ch ch. She felt bad,and show it she did this type of noise. The girls did not like her behaviour. They keep silent. I said them sorry and return with unspoken word and world.

My poem

Normally i write short stories. But sometime few lines come to mind and they push me to write.They are very small,many times it has no meaning in general. Read my lines.
My legs are walking
But the way has not end,
Tears are always in my eyes,
but sorrow has not end.
Lot of happiness is there,
but my heart is still empty.
All direction call me
But
I can't leave the
a fetter of world.

Nice to think

Today I drive the car easily.I am very happy to do this . Because everytime I think and fly with my dreamy wings.Car give me real speed and show me reality. when i am driving small puppy come infront of me and looked at me.His eyes was sharp ,from that he told me that to walk on the road is my first right. I laughed at him and stop my car,Then he went away.My teacher told me the story about the lady who drive car in1905.He is talking about the media.And said everywhere we can see women's are working couragely.I think in the mind,it is you(men) people who tried to give trouble in many ways.

New thought

It is very hard to write same which we write previous.This was happen with me in this blog. My real emotions was i write in that blog. Some people said that creation was happen in one time only. Last night i experience the rain which was not needed for the people/farmers. They are very bad in condition.Last night i think about them. One more thing i am thinking about the story for small children. Actually i wrote some stories in English. But this time I want to write in Marathi which is my mothertongue.I write the story for elder not for children. so it is very difficult.But i have many ideas which children like.

My emotions

Now when i am writing this blog,i think that everything which we express are our emotions.So i give the same title.yesterday i wrote story in marathi which is giving me trouble from many days.Though i am not great writer but when someone create something she will pass the same phase.Today i meet the girls which are9 years old.They are talking on the road which has already have more traffic.But they are very happy and talking loudly.They neglect the horns and rush.They are busy in their small drama. First i see them i feel very bad ,i think they don't have manners.But within second i see their faces which are full of joy.They have the capacity to forget world.i like their attitude and in mind i also joined them. When they laugh i also laugh.

After long time

It is very hard for me to live without writing.Now i start writing in the blog ,but i daily write in the paper. when i see plain paper i think i must be write there.Today morning when i was brush my teeth i see the signs of rain everywhere.The trees are like taking bath,they are fresh and my mood is also fresh.But in mind i felt very bad. Because this is not the time of rain.And because of it crops are destroy.The small farmers who took loan and did farming are in trouble. I remember the face of that farmers.So happyness of cold weather it has small less of sorrow.In rainy season i enjoy rain.See how i want everyone even nature also keep time. But we people does not take care of our environment ,therefore nature behave with us this type of bad manners.

my emotions

I came with that unspoken feelings. I told this to my close friend .what he said it is surprising.He said,it is all drama.No one want your communication and understaning mind. It is their destiny to work hard and live life like this way. I was shocked.All these are foolish things.I want to help them,not only by materialistic but also with my sensitive mind .I felt very bad.How can i manage all this things.I saw one small girl which is 13 years old she get married today. Her parents told me she was too young and has a capacity to work hard.So many girls are married in this age,they became weak.They never go to school,they did not know the management of life.I want to laugh on this sentence. Because so many people who are educated ,can manage their life and emotions.

my Emotions

Hi,
Last time i write about walls which i feel.Today when i went to the slum,one woman was working infront of her house. I think she was free from the emotions which i feel at this time. so I asked her the questions about her life. She quitely saw my face. she did not give me any response. so i told her i will meet her tomorrow. She smile but not freely.she has two children and this time she is pregnant. she is very weak. she worked hard.she could not eat properly. I felt very bad.I came home with her unspoken sorrow.

My emotions

Hi,
whenever i want to write something,that time i feel there are some walls infront of me. I cant write what i want.May be it is the wall of my sex.There are so many walls which make me to shut my mouth.It is very hard.My emotions want to come out.I worked with the women who live in the slum. They dont have food. They work hard. when i saw them I think I am better. But my urge can not give me chance to shut.