अम्मालि प्रार्थना

गेले शुक्रवारा ३ वरं जालिं.  फोण वाजता.  व्होळ्ळि धूव तं.  "आम्मा, सूर्या कृष्णमूर्थि सारॆलें फॊण आशिल्लें.  कॆरळा संगीत नाटक अकाडमींतु थाकून माका कलारत्‍ना म्हळ्ळॆले नावारि ’फेलॊषिप’ दिवंचाक वताय खंय.  एक घंटे भितीर चानलांतु उळादूनु सांगतनि. ४ वरारि  टि.वी. चोयाय.  प्रथम अम्मालॆय, बप्पालॆय लागि सांगता म्हॊणु तं".  आमीयि टी.वी. दवरलि. चॊवनूचि बेसलिं. 

मिगॆले धुवॆक अवार्ड मस्त म्हेळ्ळॆलिं आसाय.  जल्यारीय, एक वर्ष जावनु तीणे कडचे कष्टांक अंगीकार जावयात य्हॆं अवार्ड म्हॊणु माका दिसलें.  नायरि देवळांत वाजुचे सॊपान संगीताक ऒवसूनु, मलयाळांतूले प्रमुख कवि श्री कावालम नारायण पणिक्करान गींत बरयलेल्याक मॊहिनियाट्टम ’कंपॊस’ करनु, शिकॊवनु, खॆळॊवनु दाकवंका. गणपतीलि काणीयो तं ताणे काव्य रूपान बरयलॆलिं.  भाव, राग, ताळ, सग ओवसवनु ’डान्स’ ’कंपॊस’ करका.  तॆं तीणे चांग प्रकारिं करनु तिगॆले धुवॆक शिकवनु खॆळयलें.  निषपक्ष जावनु चोयलॆल्यांक कॊणाकय चांग म्हॊणु नंतन सांगूक जायना.  

’युवजनॊत्सव’ थाकून आरांभिल्लें तं धुवॆक अंगीकार मॆळूक.  मागीरि अवार्ड मस्त म्हेळ्ळिं.  फूडॆचो प्रसिडॆन्ट Dr.  अबदुळ कलामाले हतांतु थाकून परॆन तिका पुरस्कार म्हेळ्ळॆलें आसा.  डान्सांतूलें तिगॆलें वड्डप मिगॆले मनांतु अयलें.  मिगॆळो मांवु अनीक मायिं करनु तं तिका नृत्य शिकोवंचाक मुखार सरळॆलिं.  मागीरि तिगॆलो बप्पा मुखार सरळो.  तिका डान्सांतु मुखार हाडूक भारि प्रयत्‍न केल्लॆलें तिगॆले बप्पान तं. प्रथम तुरवूर गावांतूचि शिकूनु, मागीरि ’कॆरळ कलामंडलांतु’ चार वर्ष शिक्कीलि.  तॆं जवंचानिक ती FACT Fine Arts Wing ’स्कूळांतु’ अध्यापिका जावनु कामारि चळ्ळि.  ’कुचिपुडि’ नृत्य शिकूक तीका स्कोळरषिप म्हेळ्ळें.  आन्ध्रा प्रदॆशांतूले ’कुचिपुडि’ गावांतूचि वचूनु तॆं शिकूक तिका भाग्य म्हेळ्ळें.  

मस्त शिष्यगण तिका आसाय.  तांगॆलि आराधनाय स्नॆहूय तिका भारि म्हेळता.  अम्मा-बप्पालो, भवंडालो, बमुणालो, बमुणाले घरकडच्यांलो, तिगॆले चेरडुवांलो सग ’सपॊरट’ तिका भारि म्हेळता.  कुटुंब जीविता भरशि कलादॆवि जावनु आशिल्ले सरस्वती सॆव करूक अम्मा-बप्पाले मनांतु थाकून आशिल्लि प्रार्थना तिका मुखारीयि बळ दीवो.

मन भरलॆले एदींचि निमिष

All India Konkani Parishad  तीन दिसांक मुंबै चोवंकूक वत्ता म्हॊण आयकता थाकून, माका एक वोचुका, दॊन घंटे थंगा बेसुका, एदॆचि बरपेल्यांक मॆळका अणि तंचे लागि उलॊवंका सग म्हळॆलि आशा मनांत वड्डलिं.  वर्षं जल्याले खातीर दॆहाचि अवस्था चांगि न्हय.

मस्त कोंकणि आशिलिं थंगा.  गॊंय, कॆरळ, कर्णाटक अणि महाराष्ट्र सग थाकून आयलॆलिं. अम्मीय तंतु एकडे जालिं.  अमगॆलिं कोंकणि भवंड उतुलूंचि एकडे जालिं म्हॊण दिकून मनांत भॊरनु खुशि जालिं.  कविता बरवंचि, काणि बरवंचि, साहित्य अकाडमींतूलिं अणि कोंकणि भसॆ बेगॆक काम कोरचिं सग.

तंतु एदॆचि जाणालागि वळख काडूक जालि.  अमगॆले कॆरळांतु थाकून अयलॆलिं कोंकणि भवंड, फिलोमिना म्हळॆलि एक कवयित्रि, बांगळूरचि एक कवयित्रि मायं, मुंबैचि दॊन-तीन मंयो सग.  हांव बरयलॆलें ’अयॊध्या’ म्हळॆंले ’नॊवल’ गॊयॆंतूले कोंकणि अकाडमींतूले जयंति नायकाक दिवंचाक जलॆंल्यांत माका व्हॊड संतॊश जालो. कोंकणि साहित्य अकाडमि प्रसिडंट श्री दिलीप बॊर्कर माम जावनु उलॊवंचाक जालॆल्यांतूय व्हॊड संतॊष जालो.  मागीरीय मस्त जाण जावनु मॆळूक आमका सहाय केलॆले तं कॆरळांत थाकून आयलॆले रमॆष पै अणी सिवानंद शॆणै.  तांका मिगॆलो धन्यवाद. 

मनांत भॊरन तृप्तीर पोरतून आयलिं.  मनांत दवरूक एदॆच चांग अणभव म्हेळे.  

मिगॆले बप्पाले गिंतांचि सी.डी.

२०११ नवंबर मसांतुले ६ तारिखॆक, हांवय मिगॆले बप्पानय लागि बेसुन केल्लॆले, पुरवनग्रामाधीशु जावन आशिले वॆणूगॊपालदॆवालि १२ स्तुति-गीतांचि आडियो सी.डि., भक्त जनांगॆले मुक्कार प्रकाशन केल्लि. 

सी.डि. कोरूक पि.जि.कमथ फ़ौण्डॆषन मुक्कार आयलें.  पि.जि. कमथ मम्माक सान अस्तना थाकुन माका वळकि आसा.  बप्पालो शिष्यु, बप्पाक दिकूक घरकडे येतालो.  मिगॆले सनप्रायॆचे संगीत अध्यापक माका घरकडे यॆवन संगीत शिकयतालो. तॆ अध्यापकालागि, पि.जी कमथ मम्मूय शिकतालो म्हॊण तं मिगॆलो उडगासु.  पी.जी कमथ मम्माले गुरूले गिंतांचि सी.डि. शिष्यालो पूतु प्रकाशन कॊरूक मुक्कार आयलो. 

मिगॆले मन मिगॆले बाल्य कालाक गेल्लें.  माका तीनि वर्ष थाकून धा वर्ष परॆन तं विद्‍याभ्यास म्हेळ्ळा.  घरकडे अम्माक स्वल्प असुख आशिले खातिर, भवंडाक चोवंचाक जावन मिगॆलि शिकवण राबयलि.  मागिर बप्पान काम सॊण गावांत वचाक निश्‍चय केल्लो.  गावांत वोचून घर कॊरन राबिले उपरांते आमि सागटांय कॊरन परकाट देवळांत भजन बेसलिं.

भजन बेसप म्हळ्यार, नडो काण जल्यार नडो घाल भितॆर देवळांत जावंका.  एक अयदनांत वॊरोव हाणु देवळांतु दिल्यार मडकि निवॆद कॊरन दितनि.  तॆ मडकि घॆवन घरकडे वोचुन, इतॆंय रवंदय कॊरन जॆवप.  मागिर संजे नडो काडु भितॆर आशिले वॆळार, माकाय लागि उळदून बेसॊवन, माका कोळचे गिंतांचे ट्यूणारि, बप्पाले अंतरंगांत थाकुन आयलॆले गींतं तं, आतां रंगांतरंग म्हळ्ळॆले नावार, सी.डि. जावन भायर अयल्या.  बप्पान १३ गींत केल्लॆले आसाय. तंतूलो एक गींत प्रकाशन कॊरूक जलॆना.   

आशि एक सी.डि कॊरन चोवंचाक माका जावना म्हॊण तं हांव लेकिलें.  मिगॆलि नाति सुमा, १५ दिसांक बप्पाथंय राबुक यॆवंचानीक, हांवे तिका सांगुन दीवन म्हणयले.  तॆ बेगॆक आमि कूडींत एक्कडे जालिं.  गींत सांगुन दीवन मागीरचो गींत म्हॊण जालॊलॊय, हांव अबॊधावस्थॆर जालिं.  पुतान काण माका हॊस्पिटलांत वेल्लि.  १२ दीस थंगा पॊणु पोरतून घरकडे आयलॆले दुशॆरे दिसा, मिगॆले दोनीय धुवांनीय नाति सुमानय म्हॊणु स्टुडियॊंत वोचूनु सी.डी कळ्ळि. पुताक वोळकुच्चे तीन कलाकारानि पिरलूक, हार्मॊणियम आणि तबला वजीलें.  ती सी.डि. ताणे कोंकणि भस्सॆ बिगॆक भॊरनु काम कोरचे रमॆश पैक पेटॊवन दिल्लि.

सी.डींतूले गींत आयकून रमेश पैन, गींत उच्चारण शुद्धीरि ऎक लगॆन काडूक सांगले, आणि तॆ बिगॆक अंचिकमळ स्टुडियॊंत एदॆचि गींत दुशॆर रेकॊर्ड कॊरूक सहाय केलो.   एदॆ गींत चेन्नै अशीले मिगॆले भेयणीले धुवॆकरॆन, चेन्नै आशिले स्टुडियॊंत कळ्ळे.  तॆं सग ऎक कॊरनु प्रकाशन कॊरूक आशिलि सी.डी. पी जी कमथ फ़ौंडॆषनान तयार केल्लि.  ऎकु गींतु ’स्टार सिंगर’ अरुण नायकानय म्हळो.

सी.डी. प्रकाशनाचे दॊन दिवस फूडॆचि पूतु गावांत गेलो.  थांगा प्रकाशना वॆळार जलॆलें सांगूनु, वीडियो दिकूनु, सी.डी घालनु अयकूनु हांव तृप्त जालिं.  मनांतूलो एक आग्रह साध्य जालो.  सी.डी. आयकून हांव परणे सन प्रायॆरि पवलिं. 

सी.डि. चांग जालि.  माका एक अभिप्राय सांगूक आसा.  प्रथम क्रुष्णालि ’कॆशादिपाद वर्णन’ (कृष्णा तूं मुक्कार यॊ यॊ म्हळॊलो गींत) म्हॊणु, मगिरचे १० गींतय म्हॊणु जतरि मंगळं (दॆवकीसुता म्हळॊलो गींत) म्हळॆलें जल्यार ऎक लागॆन मधुर असतलें आशिलें म्हॊण माका दिसलें.  सग तॆ कृष्णाले लीलाविलास जावयात.

प्रकाशनाचें वीडियो पुतान काणु हळ्ळॆं दिकून थंगा जलॆलें कार्यक्रम सग दिकूकय आणि अयकूकय साध्य जालें.  सुमान म्हळॆलि प्रार्थना, वसुन्धरान बप्पा पासून सांगिल्लें, बप्पाले छायाचित्र दवॊरनु भवंडानि दिवलि लावनु पुष्पार्चना केलॆलि सग दिकीलिं. मागीर चवंकिलॆं भाषणय सग अयकुचानीक मिगॆले दॊळे भरले.

मगिर सी.डी. आयकून लगॆन जवंचानीक मनांत तृप्ति जालि.  मिगॆले भयणीलि धूव ज्यॊतीनय, नाति सुमानय, मिगॆले व्होळ्ळे भावालि नाति सरितानय, आणि अरुण नयकानय म्हळ्ळॆले गींत आतायं कन्‍नांत गुंजताय.

यॆ बिगॆक मुक्कार सरलॆले रमेश पै, आनन्द कामथ आणि थंग एक्कडे जालॆले समाज बांधवांक सगटांकय मनांत थाकून आशिलो धन्यवाद.  तंतूलो एक गींत मधुर शब्दान म्हॊण, सी.डी. चांग कॊरूक मुक्कार आयलॆले अरुण नायकाकय, एक अम्मुम्माले मोगानचि हांव धन्यवाद सांगता.

A post after long time - a get together

This blog post after a long time. It is about a get together we had yesterday, 2nd october. Get together of GSB families in mumbai who hails form kerala. It was at King's circle, the place where the annual Ganesh Utsav of GSBs take place. We all went, we two, our son and daughter in law and our pet grand daughter pabbi. When we reached, we are asked to proceed for breakfast - it was tasty, upma, bonda, banana, and tea or coffee... such social get togethers is an occasion for meeting our family friends and relatives. we met many. we were very comfortable that we could speak in konkani, that too with comfortable accent.

People started coming as time passed. All greeted each other, some with the modern 'Hi', and some with traditional 'Namaskars'. Morning session was a general meeting. After the traditional report reading etc., suggestions were invited from people on how to make the samaj activities better and more useful. Both men and women participated, at times with small verbal fights; they only add spice to any function, right?

I saw housewives chatting with each other, at times ignoring the meeting. This is one day they get relief from kitchen, and all enjoyed that; joking, laughing continued. All got energised with the nimbu paani served in between. Till lunch, the talking party of house-wives continued. in between we tried to hear their decisions of the meeting.

It was simple, yet tasty food; puries, waghu (mangalore konkani's preparation), dheve umman, godda paysu, rice, saaru and daali toy; a very typical konkani jevaN. People interacted during lunch also. We knew many people who came. The occasion helped to renew our contacts.

After lunch it was games and kid's quiz and housie. Everyone participated and enjoyed. The hall was full of energy, with people laughing, clapping and encouraging winners. In between had team and snacks, and time to say good bye arrived. From 'Hi' to 'Bye' we enjoyed, and started our journey back to our den.

After a long time, it was a pleasant get together, a pleasant outing and thought of sharing with you all through this.

The Real Award

Till the age of sixteen i was with my parents. Then after marriage settled at my husband's house. Being the first daughter-in-law of the house, I had much more responsibilities and more expectations from me. It was a very difficult job of balancing between responsibilities and expectations. They were very long days and hardly any time to think of anything else than dometic chorus.

Life was going on. We became parents of three children. Though we are not that educated, we gave them education as much we could afford. More than anything we trained them to live a life based on values.

Time ticked fast. The family tree grew and now i have little cute great grand children. Not much work to do at home. Ten years back, when I was 68, I was looking for a hobby. I have seen my papa writing in our mother tongue konkani, and preparing a hand-written magazine and distributing it among few konkani people. Those magazines changed from hand-to-hand and more people read them.

It is more than 50 years after my marriage. I have lot of free time. Nothing much to do. My son encouraged me to write something for a konkani magazine just started publishing in 1998. First I wrote a very short story and sent to the editor, requesting to publish. The readers accepted it. Then I started writing regularly. Now ten years passed. I got some awards for my writing. But my interest was to get a place in reader's heart.

Last month I attended a function celebrating tenth anniversary of the konkani magazine. They gave me two awards . My first novel in konkani also got released in that function. I was sitting in the audience and watching the program. On my way out, a middle-aged woman came to me with respect glittering in her eyes. She touched my feet as a gesture of respect and spoke to me about how she liked reading my stories and valued the morals in my stories. She came to the function just to see me and if possible, convey her appreciation and respect. When I came to know that she was just discharged from hospital and came all the way to meet me, I didn't know how to respond. I lost searching for words.

I had no words to express at that moment. No award can give me such a satisfaction, and I consider those gestures and words from that woman as the best award for my writing.