Dharavahik upanyas Bhoot-Adbhut! (168)

The bus conductor was shouting “ Come on come on this is the last bus for the village. Come fast and safely reach home.” The capacity of the bus was about forty five  passengers. But the rest Passengers happily ready to stand by holding the rod fixed  upside All running fast towards the bus . Deepa her parents, Vishakha’s parents also climbed up, the conductor whistled and the driver started the bus.The conductor any how collecting the money and giving the tickets .Deepa’s Papa and Vishakha’s Papa both bought three tickets each. Raghav Chaudhary‘’a eyowere searching Vishakha, but couldn’t see her he asked Kusum his wife , “ Where is Vishakha? “ She replied, she might have found a seat and sat down . Raghav Chaudhary felt relaxed with this reply. The driver was driving the bus with moderate speed as it was ten o’clock night and there were no street lights in interior small villages. The bus reached in one hour to the destination. All the passengers started getting down from the only entrance gate for passengers ( one was for the driver only) one emergency exit never used to open. ———- Continued ——-

Today’s tip !! Yes or No !!

 “*TILL 100 PEOPLE SAY NO…” — A BEAUTIFUL LESSON IN RAISING CHILDREN*

Yesterday, Dhruv went to Costco in Seattle.

Outside the store, he noticed a little boy, hardly five years old, standing with packets of chips and a small board that said they were being sold for $20 for a Scouts charity fundraiser.

People were walking past him.

With the innocence and confidence of a five-year-old, he would approach them one by one:

“Would you like to buy a packet?”

Some bought.

Many smiled and politely said, “No, thank you.”

But the little boy did not look disappointed.

He simply smiled, turned to the next person, and tried again.

Dhruv stopped and bought a packet from him.

The boy smiled brightly and said, “Thank you!”

Curious, Dhruv asked him,

“How many packets do you still have to sell? And how long are you going to stay here?”

His answer was something Dhruv—and perhaps all of us—will remember for a long time.

“Till 100 people say NO to me.”

Dhruv was surprised.

The teacher standing beside the boy then explained:

“It is not important how many packets he sells. What is important is that he learns, at this age, how to hear ‘NO’… accept it… and still have the courage to ask the next person.”

What a lesson!

We spend so much time teaching our children how to succeed.

Study hard.

Come first.

Win the competition.

Get selected.

Achieve more.

But perhaps one of the greatest gifts we can give them is to teach them how to fail.

How to hear NO without losing confidence.

How to face rejection without feeling defeated.

How to fall without being afraid of getting up again.

How to understand that one rejection does not define their worth.

Because life will not always say YES.

There will be examinations we don't clear, opportunities we don't get, interviews we don't crack, relationships that don't work, and dreams that take longer than expected.

Success makes us happy.

But learning how to handle failure makes us strong.

That little five-year-old was not standing outside Costco merely selling chips.

He was practising courage.

He was collecting “NOs.”

He was learning resilience.

He was preparing for life.

Maybe instead of asking our children only,

“Did you win?”

we should sometimes ask,

“Did you try again after you failed?”

Don't raise a child who is only prepared for success.

Raise a child who is not afraid of failure.

A salute to that teacher.

A salute to his parents.

And a salute to that little boy who taught a grown-up world a very big lesson:

*Sometimes, 100 NOs can teach you more than one YES.

Dharavahik upanyas Bhoot-Adbhut!(167)

All members moved towards the show “ Bhoot Bangala “It was just a twenty minutes show.  Actually it was not a cinema like show or a stage show. It was the show in which all the viewers who bought the tickets were sitting in a wooden train opened , there was no roof and the train started moving slowly in the dark and the horror music was being played and making the atmosphere more horrifying. As the train moving forward a skeleton suddenly appeared every one sitting in that open train screamed , that particular skeleton was shining and his jaws were moving up down he was laughing a scary laugh “ hu ha ha ha ha hu ha ha ha type of laugh which was echoing in that tunnel like place. The train moved ahead and now suddenly many skeletons in both sides started dancing the music the lights , skeletons shining eyes were making it more scary. Elders closed their eyes Vishakha was seeing and Deepa too , suddenly both of them saw Shamu was also there among the skeletons, he was smiling and looking at Vishakha and Deepa, Deepa closed her eyes but Vishakha was looking continuously kept watching at Shamu until the train moved forward. Rest all things were not so scary like demons looking like jokers ( Vishakha felt ) the show finished and all the viewers found themselves other side of the entrance point.All of them rushed towards the bus stop to catch the last bus for the village.————Continued——

Dharavahik upanyas Bhoot-Adbhut!(166)

But her eyes opened wide when the chair came down he was not there . She checked all the chairs of the swing but he was not in any one. Deepa said,” Let’s try this huge ride. “ Vishakha said , “ No it’s so scary. We can have the old wooden ride. ( Only four cradles used to be attached in it , and two or three persons can sit in one cradle. Everyone agreed for Vishakha’s suggestion and moved towards the wooden swing. All bought six tickets and occupied their cradles. The ride ( Mary go round ) started. It was not so high and not so scary but still some people were screaming while the cradle coming down. Vishakha’s mummy was one of them. Others were cheering happily. After about ten rounds they came down one after another. It was evening now. In villages people don’t want to move outside after it becomes dark. Raghav Chaudhary said “ Come on let’s catch the bus and go back home ,elders agreed but Vishakha and Deepa wanted to see the thrilling show , Bhoot Bangala” Parents couldn’t make them understand and agreed to them. ——- Continued —-

Marathi Fun !!

 काल अभियंता दिना निमित्त कविता संमेलन संपन्न झाले... त्याचा हा संक्षिप्त वृत्तात....

अभियंता दिन होता,

सभागृह छान सजलं होतं,

फलकावर मोठ्या अक्षरांत—

“अभियंता कविता संमेलन”

असं लिहिलं होतं!

माईक तपासला इलेक्ट्रिकलने,

स्टेज मोजलं सिव्हिलने,

प्रोजेक्टर जोडला इलेक्ट्रॉनिक्सने,

आणि कार्यक्रमाचं वेळापत्रक

मेकॅनिकलने काढलं—

Gantt Chart मध्ये!

अध्यक्ष म्हणाले,

“आज कविता ऐकायच्या आहेत,

तांत्रिक चर्चा नाही!”

सगळे हसले…

कारण समोर बसले होते

विविध शाखांचे अभियंते!

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🔧 यांत्रिकी अभियंता

यांत्रिकी अभियंता उठला,

खाकरला, माईक सरळ केला—

“माझं मन म्हणजे इंजिन,

तुझी आठवण म्हणजे इंधन,

तू जवळ आलीस की RPM वाढतं,

दूर गेलीस की

सगळं सिस्टम बंद पडतं!”

टाळ्यांचा कडकडाट झाला.

तो म्हणाला—

“प्रेमात friction नको,

थोडं lubrication हवं,

नात्याचं maintenance

वेळेवर केलं तर

breakdown टाळता येतं!”

मागून आवाज आला—

“सर, preventive maintenance की breakdown झाल्यावर?”

यांत्रिकी अभियंता म्हणाला—

“लग्न झालेल्यांना

हा प्रश्न विचारू नका!”

सभागृहात हशा.

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⚡ विद्युत अभियंता

आता विद्युत अभियंता उभा राहिला.

“तुझ्या नजरेत अशी voltage आहे,

की माझं हृदय high-tension होतं;

तू हसलीस की current वाहतो,

तू रागावलीस की

संपूर्ण circuit trip होतं!”

एकाने विचारलं—

“शॉर्ट सर्किट कधी होतं?”

तो म्हणाला—

“जेव्हा दोन हृदयं

जास्त जवळ येतात

आणि insulation कमी पडतं!”

पुन्हा टाळ्या!

तो शेवटी म्हणाला—

“तू माझ्या आयुष्यातली

तीच phase आहेस,

जिच्याशिवाय

माझं connection incomplete आहे!”

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🏗️ स्थापत्य अभियंता

सिव्हिल अभियंता माईकपाशी आला.

“तुझ्यासाठी बांधलं घर,

भक्कम पाया घातला,

स्वप्नांच्या विटा रचल्या,

आणि प्रेमाचा

RCC slab टाकला!”

सभागृहातल्या सगळ्या सिव्हिल अभियंत्यांनी

मान डोलावली.

तो पुढे म्हणाला—

“नातंही इमारतीसारखं असतं,

पाया विश्वासाचा,

भिंती समजुतीच्या,

आणि छप्पर प्रेमाचं…

पण घरातली गळती

कुठून सुरू झाली,

हे अजून structural audit मध्ये

सापडलेलं नाही!”

पुढच्या रांगेत बसलेल्या

त्याच्या पत्नीने

भुवया उंचावल्या.

सिव्हिल अभियंता लगेच म्हणाला—

“ही कविता काल्पनिक आहे!”

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💻 संगणक अभियंता

IT अभियंता लॅपटॉप घेऊन आला.

“तुझं नाव माझ्या

हृदयात save केलं,

पासवर्ड लावला,

backup घेतला,

cloud वर sync केलं…

पण तू विचारतेस—

‘माझ्यावर खरंच प्रेम आहे ना?’

मी म्हणतो—

‘हो! पण आधी

OTP सांग!’”

सभागृह दणाणून गेलं.

तो पुढे म्हणाला—

“तू माझ्या आयुष्याची

default setting आहेस,

तुला बदलण्याचा प्रयत्न केला,

तर system म्हणतं—

Access Denied!”

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📡 दूरसंचार अभियंता

तो माईकपाशी आला आणि म्हणाला—

“तुझा आवाज ऐकण्यासाठी

माझं मन नेहमी network शोधतं,

तुझ्या आठवणींचा signal

कधीच weak होत नाही.

तू दूर असलीस,

तरी connection कायम,

कारण आपल्या नात्याला

distance limit नाही!”

कोणी तरी मागून ओरडलं—

“सर, रोमिंग charges?”

तो म्हणाला—

“प्रेमात charges नसतात,

पण लग्नानंतर

monthly bill येतो!”

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🧪 रासायनिक अभियंता

केमिकल इंजिनिअर उठला.

“तू आणि मी

दोन वेगवेगळी तत्वं,

पण भेटलो आणि

reaction सुरू झाली.

तुझ्या हास्याचा catalyst,

माझ्या प्रेमाचा reactant,

आणि तयार झालं

एक नवीन compound—

आपलं नातं!”

एक रासायनिक अभियंता मागून म्हणाला—

“Reaction exothermic आहे की endothermic?”

तो म्हणाला—

“सुरुवातीला exothermic…

लग्नानंतर परिस्थितीनुसार

temperature बदलतो!”

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🌊 पर्यावरण अभियंता

“नात्याच्या प्रदूषणाला

नियंत्रण हवं,

अहंकाराचा कचरा

वेगळा करायला हवा.

रागाचं wastewater

शुद्ध करून,

विश्वासाचं पाणी

पुन्हा वापरायला हवं.

प्रेमाचा पर्यावरणीय समतोल

बिघडू नये म्हणून

दररोज थोडं

‘Sorry’ आणि ‘Thank You’

वापरायला हवं!”

सभागृहात

क्षणभर शांतता.

मग कुणीतरी म्हणालं—

“ही कविता नाही,

marriage sustainability plan आहे!”

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📐 इलेक्ट्रॉनिक्स अभियंता

“तुझ्या डोळ्यांचा sensor

माझ्या हालचाली detect करतो,

तुझ्या आवाजाचा signal

माझ्या हृदयात amplify होतो.

तू रागावलीस की

warning LED लागतो,

तू हसलीस की

सगळे indicators green!”

तो थांबला.

“आणि तू ‘काही नाही’ म्हणालीस की

माझ्या system ला कळतं—

major fault detected!”

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🛣️ वाहतूक अभियंता

“प्रेमाची वाट

सरळ नसते,

कधी traffic,

कधी signal,

कधी diversion…

पण योग्य दिशा असेल,

तर प्रवास सुंदर होतो.

तुझा हात हातात असेल,

तर आयुष्याच्या highway वर

कितीही potholes आले,

मी प्रवास सुरू ठेवेन!”

मागून आवाज—

“पण toll किती?”

“लग्न झाल्यावर

सगळे toll lifetime भरावे लागतात!”

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शेवटी सर्व अभियंते

एकत्र मंचावर आले.

अध्यक्ष म्हणाले—

“आज लक्षात आलं,

शाखा वेगवेगळ्या असल्या,

तरी अभियंत्यांच्या कविता

एकाच तत्त्वावर चालतात!”

सगळ्यांनी विचारलं—

“कुठल्या?”

अध्यक्ष हसले—

“समस्या कोणतीही असो,

आधी तिचं analysis,

मग design,

मग solution…

आणि solution काम करत नसेल,

तर blame दुसऱ्या विभागावर!”

सभागृह पुन्हा हास्याने दुमदुमलं.

आणि शेवटी सगळ्या अभियंत्यांनी एकमुखाने म्हटलं—

“यंत्रे आम्ही घडवतो,

पूल आम्ही बांधतो,

वीज आम्ही पोहोचवतो,

तंत्रज्ञान आम्ही उभं करतो…

पण आजच्या या कवितेतून

एक गोष्ट मात्र उमगली—

अभियांत्रिकी कितीही तांत्रिक असलं,

तरी मनाला भिडण्यासाठी

कधी कधी

सूत्रांपेक्षा

एक सुंदर कविता पुरेशी असते!”

अभियंता दिनाच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा!

*Late but thet*

Dharavahik upanyas Bhoot-Adbhut!(165)

After approximately one hour the women & the girls completed their shopping till that time everyone was feeling hungry as it was lunch time . They returned back to the Food street and started searching good food. At one restaurant they saw the cook was roasting Baties on the coal stove , it’s a favourite food in almost all parts of India. It’s a Nicky mixed wheat flour Dow by mixing some oil and a pinch of salt and then getting it roasted , it is served with delicious Dal ( Pulses with butter ) and eaten together. It’s called Dal Bati. All were hungry and they ordered Dal - Bati for all. Everyone enjoyed the lunch and then came out. Vishakha was looking here and there , She couldn’t understand what she was searching. But when she looked at the Mary go round huge ride the electric ride which started just that year and was the biggest attraction for all people. She saw Shamu was sitting in that ride on the chair and wearing the protection belt in his waist. He was wearing different dress it was the cream colour safari . He was looking at Vishakha and smiling. Vishakha felt a special type of attraction for him and she smiled too. —— Continued ———-

Dharavahik upanyas Bhoot-Adbhut! (164)

All the Viewers came out , they were talking about the laughter items and laughing again and again. After coming out all scattered in different ways . They were now crossing the market of the fair which was attracting all the girls and women . Deepa’s mummy and Vishakha’s mummy were stopped at a saree shop . Their husbands understood that now they will take at least one hour to select one saree. Ladies have habit to see all the Sarees before buying the one.And both the young girls reached to the artificial jewellery shop. Girls like different earrings , rings , ribbons, clips nail polish face creams powder etc.Vishakha was picking up the earrings and trying it just by putting near earlobes and looking in the mirror .She tried seven to eight earrings. When she was trying the last one she saw Shamu who was showing they were beautiful and suits her by gesture. When Vishakha saw in the mirror he was not visible there. She turned around he was smiling, and again in the mirror he was not there. ——— Continued ——