In which trupz remembers Pu La Deshpande

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Today started as usual. a quick round-up of the latest news from Alexa while sipping some chai and reading the advertorials in the newspaper. I picked up my phone to check what the latter chatter was on Twitter with Kim Jun Ung and Donald Trump meet up in Singapore, that tweet thread caught my eye. Today, 12th June is the 18th death anniversary of the Pu La Deshpande.

I was immediately taken to my younger years when knew him as the “funny man” in Marathi, and for some reason, my father had loads of tapes of him. It was much much later that I figured out what an icon of Marathi literature he was. Literature, music, acting, orating Pu La Deshpande has many facets to his body of work and one cannot argue that he excelled at all of them.

Many years after my father had passed away, I chanced upon those cassettes and the curiosity to know Pu La Deshpande better led me to read his books. My most favorite of his writings is called “Mhais”. The essay paints a picture of a State transport bus en route to Chiplun in Konkan, Maharashtra and the happenings of the travel journey which are dictated by the ‘Mhais” (buffalo)

The beauty of Pu La Deshpande’s writings is in his unique characterization.  I distinctly remember how he had sketched the “Inspector” from a village arriving 0n the scene in a Jeep etc his mannerisms, how the people would react to the arrival of the Police. The dialogue “Diiiriver kone”, read by Pu La himself in a deep, husky voice has me as one of the people traveling on that bus with all those people. His description of the surrounding and the situation is so vivid that his words make the character and the scene come alive. Another one such essay I absolutely love is “Raosaheb”, or as I like to imagine Raosaheb as a gentle giant, whose innocence and love would melt your heart.

One of the greatest gifts Pu La Deshpande had was the ability to laugh at everyday problems. There was no huge plot or a climax that was revealed at the end, but it was a reassurance that if you take problems not too seriously, they are quite comical and easy to handle. Very few people have this talent, I believe through Pu La Deshpande’s works he intended to pass this on to his audiences.

Years later, when YouTube arrived, I was hooked to watching Pu La Deshpande’s ‘kathakathan’, an equivalent of stand up comedy in those days. The only difference being it was apolitical, devoid of using any expletives with clean content. The audiences also I believe were much tolerant, one of his humorous essays “Mumbaikar, Punekar Ka Nagpurkar?” I’m sure would have rubbed off otherwise in today’s day and age. I’m sure though that if someone would have protested to his views, Pu La would’ve converted that also into some more writing.

While I am writing this, I am listening to “Mi ani mazha shtrupaksha” and am left wondering what Pu La Deshpande would’ve written about the world today? In his birth centenary year, it only seems apt that a biopic commemorating his life is being made by Mahesh Majrekar. One can only hope that he does justice to the marvel that is Pu La Deshpande.

 Pu La Deshpande books and other works I have read: 

  • Marathi Vangmayacha (Galeev) Itihas (मराठी वाङ्‌मयाचा (गाळीव) इतिहास) 
  • Hasavnuk (हसवणूक)
  • Batatyachi Chaal (बटाट्याची चाळ)
  • Khilli (खिल्ली)
  • UralSural (उरलंसुरलं)
  • Purchundi (पुरचुंडी)
  • Vyakti Ani Valli (व्यक्ती आणि वल्ली)
  • Batatyachi Chaal (बटाट्याची चाळ) 
  • Asa Mi Asami (असा मी असामी)
  • Varyawarachi Varaat (वा-यावरची वरात)
  • Ti Fulrani (ती फुलराणी) based on Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw

Pu La Deshpande: Raosaheb

Pu La Deshpande: Mhais

Pu La Deshpande: Mumbaikar, Punekar ka Nagpurkar?

 

Here is also a brilliant Marathi blog “Pu La Prem

In which IGNORANCE is BLISS

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The resource walked herself to office today unusually late from her usual reporting – not expecting much of the mundane work today. This was predicted to be one of those days when there is little to do. Another resource, lets call her resource 2 , called in sick and added more to the loneliness of resource 1. Thinking about random things to keep oneself occupied, she – resource 1, did what she normally would do, check the news on ibnlive.com, the hot topics being the furore over the Antulay remarks over the suspicious killing of the ATS chief … sigh, she thought, nothing in this country can be achieved without sensationalism. A few moments of pondering and she checked the watch, another 7 hours to go.

No mails or communication from other resources (read co workers), today was really a lull day. Resource 1 busied herself into reading anything. Friend 1 called enquired about some books regarding Inca civilization and mythology. Trigerring a wave of excitement of learning and reading something more interesting, Resource 1 quickly Googled around to read about Inca’s, Macchu PicchuLake Titicaca in the South American countries of Peru and Bolivia.

Taking to the topic rather too seriously she even read about othe related topics of Inca civilization and early history, religious connections with Inca etc. All these as much unrelated topics for Resource 1 – but today she had the inclination to absorb as much knowledge about anything. Another check to the mails – still nothing. Lunch with Resource 3 and little chutzpah later only 4 more hours to go before Resource 1 can pack up for the day. Discussions on how Dostana is not really such a good movie and Rab ne . . . is a earnest effort. The self endorsed critic,Resource 1 thumping opinions on the minion Resource 3 – she only a few days old in office and doesn’t really have an option but to agree.

After a trivial rounds of conversations and no work – back to the phone, updating ‘ what else’s’ to the GEEK, he was as usual hammering the digital bugs with some pest control measures using scientific language only he follows. Armed with the recent Inca knowledge and a sudden affinity to visit South America, Resource 1 burped out to GEEK, he suggested some more reading, apparently GEEK knows these things already, since his Childhood. Not a surprise for Resource 1 GEEK knows almost everything about everything. Looks like his reading bug has infected Resource 1 too, NIIICE!

Followed to the tee, GEEKs suggested topic was next on the Google search list, NAZCA lines, geoglyphs drawn in the desert can be seen even from satellite pictures. Strange how come ancient people have such sophisticated technique and mechanisms to do things that lasts generations, some Tera- ages of forward thinking. Resource 1 was completely absorbed into reading about what these lines and figures could represent, aliens, religious signs, pathways … yes she did go on to read related articles too.

Not sure how but somehow diamonds and South Africa were next on the list. After a quick synopsis of Blood diamond, history of South Africa and why is it so rich in diamonds. The band of stones on the ring of Resource 1 did they come from one of these mines, the myth about diamonds of being precious and rare – its all hyped, diamonds are much like the other gems and found in such abundance everywhere around SA. The truth about the huge diggings and the wiped out hills and the big holes the mines have made in African countries. After a rather righteous dose of humanity and must Save the environment – time check again, 30 minutes more. Again no mails.

A cuppa tea down – almost aiming for close of day – Resource 1 was proud to have spent the day learning new things, much about history read only in Tintin comics. A feeling of satisfaction devouring – routine always puts hurdles in path of new discovery. On and off it is a good feeling to try something new. Surpirised at herself, and a new found interest in history again – there is much that one does not know. Almost happy that there was no work today and no pending mails, that led her back to the ancient ages – she discovered, OUTLOOK was in offline mode. Like the title suggests IGNORANCE is BLISS only till it lasts :).

In which Trupz and Adi define "Rules of A Happy Marriage"

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Our wonderful friends had presented this poster as a wedding gift – it read as the title suggests, “Rules for a Happy Marriage”. It hung proudly on the wall, till we both realized all rules hold true but with a little twist. So here is our take on rules – don’t forget to read between the lines

 

RULES FOR A  {supposedly} HAPPY MARRIAGE (but there is no guarantee 🙂 )

 
 

NEVER BOTH BE ANGRY AT THE SAME TIME

Trip-se : True that – unless it is the same person or same reason

Adi-se: Yeah, bitch about the rest of the world, but not @ each other.

 

NEVER YELL AT EACH OTHER UNLESS THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE

Trip-se : Only if he refuses to leave the loo till the book finishes or if India wins the next Cricket World Cup!!

Adi-se : Or if she is taking tooo much time to get ready!!!!!

 

IF ONE OF YOU HAS TO WIN AN ARGUMENT, LET IT BE YOUR MATE

Trip-se : implies THE WIFE

Adi-se : implies THE MISSUS,  you can’t win this, you might have won a single round, be happy, you lose something but you win something else 🙂

 

IF YOU HAVE TO CRITICIZE DO IT LOVINGLY

Trip-se : “You don’t look so fat in this” is not really a compliment

Adi-se : Tread this territory very carefully, its an art you shall learn over the years, use lots of nice words, remove the direct negatives 🙂

 

NEVER BRING UP MISTAKES OF THE PAST

Trip-se : especially old flings, flames, chicks, friends

Adi-se : ditto, oh yeah and never bring up any screw ups on her part during an argument.

 

NEGLECT THE WHOLE WORLD RATHER THAN EACH OTHER

Trip-se : so its okay to bunk office some days.

Adi-se : Weekends are meant for ‘FAMILY’ (including her friends and your’s, one’s approved by her 🙂 )

 

NEVER GO TO SLEEP WITH AN ARGUMENT UNSETTLED

Trip-se : you can always PAUSE between the debate and do other interesting things before sleep beckons obviously :P. Some arguments are never meant to be finished.

Adi-se : Damn!!!  Midnight is not the right time to have discussions/arguments

 

AT LEAST ONCE EVERYDAY TRY TO SAY ONE KIND OR COMPLIMENTARY THING TO EACH OTHER

Trip-se : You know they always look and smell nice, but let him hog that mirror sometimes to get his hair correct or an extra 5 minutes in the shower (just kidding),  psst – this ensures you can always get that extra credit for shopping and makeup 😛

Adi-se : Timing is of most importance here :), but seriously do it, makes you feel good !!!

 

WHEN YOU HAVE DONE SOMETHING WRONG, ADMIT IT AND ASK FOR FORGIVENESS

Trip-se : this one is strictly applicable to the other halves ladies, we all know that you don’t just bump into an old buddy and no one really forces you to wait for a few more drinks!!! Also, it is perfectly okay to get inspired by your best friends fashion and clone it.

Adi-se : Applicable to both halves, though getting her to admit it is an art in itself 🙂

 

IT TAKES 2 TO MAKE A QUARREL, AND IT IS THE ONE IN THE WRONG WHO DOES MOST TALKING

Trip-se : NOT always, if the ones in the wrong accept their fault it would save a lot of breath 🙂

Adi-se : You make a mistake as for forgiveness as soon as possible, otherwise fall into the loop of point’s 7,9

There are no rules for Happiness, you get as much as you can extract from life. There can be no less but there is always room for MORE.
Marriages have but a few secret ingredients of LOVE, FRIENDSHIP, RESPECT, TOLERANCE and above all TRUST. Just mix them in the right proportions for a lip-smacking recipe.

In which trupz saysIgnorance is BLISS

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In which trupz writes her favorite travel anecdote

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Any journey is incomplete without its share of travel anecdote. Everyone loves and lives to tell their travel story no matter where you go, we do it at TravelBlawghh! There is something memorable that happens to everyone on their journey’s, that’s what makes remembering these anecdotes so much fun. It could be that you forgot to put locks on your check-in bags or you lost your luggage, missed your flight or for that matter, you even forgot your tickets at home and if you want to top that imagine if you ‘Lost the Passport’ in a foreign country.

 

I for one am proud to say that I have been through all of these, not all at the same time of course but every trip is full of stories that I would love to share here.

 

If you love reading about travel and travel stories, click here for some more!

 

These are not listed in chronological order but rather see the severity of the situation and the aftermath, its actually hard to tell which is my most favorite.

Travel anecdote 1: I forgot to lock my bags when flying to Sheffield

It was my first ever international trip – let alone that – it was the first time I was to step on any plane for that matter. Anyhoo bubbling with all excitement I reached the airport said my long goodbyes to everyone – naturally I was to go for a year and a half for my higher studies to Sheffield, United Kingdom. I was so sure and confident that everything is under control I walked to the desk, showed my ticket and put my bags on the weighing machine – 63 kgs exactly, well under the allowed weight of 64 kgs for students traveling. Whoosh! I saw each of the bags drawn over the conveyor belt to accompany me on my flight. Proudly I collected my boarding pass and walked away to my next check post only to realize that the little locks that should have been on the bags that I just checked in are still in my pockets. DAMN!! No need to elaborate what happened ahead, it was a flight full of fear and anxiety and excitement! big butterflies in my stomach that were packed like a bomb about to blow off. Luckily when I got my bags all safe and sound at the Manchester airport, it felt like my plane had landed safe.

 

 

Travel anecdote 2: Vandana left her flight tickets at home when traveling to Denmark

In January 2004 my sister in law Vandana was to travel to Denmark for 2 months for training through her office. She was a complete wreck as this travel plan was told to her only a week in advance. As a result, there was not much time to pack etc. She was also the first of my clan to partake an “abroad trip”. We were quite clueless as to what could be in store, but everyone was keeping it together as much as they could. Her parents, my brother, and mum were to drop her off at the airport. Much to my dismay, I had my exams next day and as much as I love to go to airports, I had to opt out and stay at home instead. An hour and a half later I received a frantic call from my brother. I could make out there was someone yelling in the background, it was my mum! Not quite sure what is happening I was trying hard to focus on what he was saying and picked up a few keywords. ‘Vandana’, ‘tickets’, ‘at home’. My face ran pale as I sprung from my seat when it actually dawned on me what had happened. The lass had left without her tickets. I turned the whole house upside down looking for them; finally to find them nicely tucked away in an envelope on the bed. I wasn’t sure how it would be of any help me finding the tickets, the flight was to leave in 2 hours and there was no way I could make it there on my own in the middle of the night. While I was trying to make any sense of this the doorbell rang. I saw through the peep my neighbor, Prakash Gopalan. He knew what was going on and was ready on his Activa to drive me to the airport. Armed with our helmets and not ascertaining entirely how cold it would be outside, we drove. We made it from Vashi to the Sahar airport Terminal 2 in 45 minutes, I was sure it was a record of sorts! I handed over the tickets and there were laughs and tears as we bid goodbye to Vandana. I  was just happy to be at the airport. Another point to be noted during your travels, check, double check, triple check all your documents! againnnnnnn! Ohh and by the way, my exams were awesome.

 

 

Travel anecdote 3: I lost my luggage on the way to Brisbane 

Off to trip to Ozzie land, in December 2007, I was flying to the Nielsen office in Brisbane. On the day my transit flight to Kuala Lumpur was delayed at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus by 2 hours. I was flying Malaysian Airlines to Kuala Lumpur and then it was Qantas to Brisbane via Sydney. It was a bit of a trepid plan but when office books your tickets there is little you can control. The delay even before my trip started was making me a little panicky. The delay in Mumbai meant that there was a good chance I would miss my onward flight to Brisbane. Several inquiries and assurances later the Malaysian Airline staff confirmed that arrangements for all transit passengers would be made. Two hours later we took off and another two and a half hours later I landed in Kuala Lumpur. I was busy looking at my watch as we landed since it was just the time when my flight to Brisbane was to take off. There were other panicked passengers like me for the same flight en route Brisbane and I was happy to let them do all inquiries and blow off some steam on the crew as I eagerly awaited to be on land. As logic would have it, I could not do much while in the air. The Malaysian airline staff was well prepared, as soon as we landed, all passengers who were to board the flight to Brisbane were allowed to deboard the plane first. I remember I was rushed off directly from the runway to the waiting aircraft, it all happened so fast that it felt like I was on the ground only for a few seconds. It was being on a swing I was airborne a few seconds before only to be airborne again. I didn’t even have a chance to inform anyone back at home that I had made it to my next flight. Happy with myself, I slipped into a deep slumber as we flew over the Pacific Ocean. It was a long haul flight from Kuala Lumpur and I slept like a baby only to wake up as we were descending to land at Brisbane airport. I had slept through the stopover at Sydney and was not very happy with myself since I had missed the views of Opera House and Great Barrier reef. All said and done, it was still an adventurous flight and ended up chatting with my co-passenger Anna, who had similarly swung over like me into this Qantas flight at Kuala Lumpur. Anna was an elderly Australian lady who was amazed that I was so young and traveling for a meeting to Australia and she ended up telling me all about her solo travel in India and the fact that she loves coming back again and again to India

 

I said goodbye and exchanged emails with Anna and waited for my luggage. I had a weird feeling that something was wrong. And it was indeed, the adventure wasn’t over yet. My bag that was checked in had not arrived at Brisbane. We were informed that they were still stuck at Kuala Lumpur. It turns out that Malaysian Airlines only had the time to have me swung away to the Qantas flight, unfortunately, the bags could not be. It would take 2 more days for the airlines to have the bag sent directly to my hotel. Of course, I was handsomely compensated for the grievance by the Qantas airlines. I didn’t have much to complain as all my essentials were with me just my formal clothes missing. It was still a Sunday when I landed and my attire at the airport was still good enough to help me camouflage without smelling too bad. The compensation was more than enough to help me shop! In spite of everything else what a great start to the trip – landed in Australia and the first thing that I do is go shopping.

 

Travel anecdote 4: I missed my flight to London 

Just as I was thinking that I have become a pro at globe-trotting another disaster struck. June 2008 I was traveling to London, United Kingdom for a full paid office sponsored conference. I did the regular check the night before, my flight was on time so I did a web check-in, a window seat as usual. Packed well in advance I drove to the airport with my father-in-law since Adi was in Goa with his office guys. En route the airport, I don’t know why but I made a call to the Airline to check the flight status. The answer I received from the customer service representative at the other end left me speechless. I could feel the sweat balls become bigger on my forehead. The departure time for my flight read 0130 hours and I had literally translated that to 1.30 PM in the afternoon. What the customer service lady on the line was informing me was that I had already missed my flight! Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I informed everyone of the mishap. My father-in-law insisted that I should still go to the airport and check. Making desperate calls to the travel desk and customer service I was a nervous freak when I reached the Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport. On reaching I went in straight to the Airline counter who very patiently heard my situation. I informed them there is no way I could cancel this trip. It was an official conference,  the booking for the conference and the hotel etc had been done in advance and there was also no way I could cough up money to buy a new flight ticket on my own. The airline guys first gave me some water and then said they could put me on another flight that was to leave in an hour if I had my bags ready. I only had to pay some ‘no show’ charges for missing the earlier flight.

 

If you think miracles do not happen, change your opinion now. There was nothing else that could have made me happier, fearing the worst I had already typed my resignation letter in my head. I ran out with new found legs and picked my bags from the car and was soon aboard my missed flight!

 

An important lesson learned is to never back away from adversity, there is always a way out, I would have been in more trouble if I had decided not to go to the airport. Needless to say, the conference was a great success.

 

 

Travel anecdote 5: I lost my passport traveling to London

This is my favorite travel anecdote and was an unbelievable event. It happened in 2006, I don’t know now if people are as helpful or tolerable but I actually laughed my way out of it. So while studying at the University of Sheffield for our Master’s, Adi and I were down for a small vacation in India. On my flight back to London my passport fell off my lap in the airplane. I only realised this when I had to present it at the immigration counter. I checked my bags inside out and traced my way back to the security gates near the boarding deck. I was almost embarrassed when I told the officer there that I want to go back on the flight. Very surprisingly he quipped, “Don’t you like London!!” I explained what had happened and was amazed when expression did not change. All he said was “Are you sure?”, and all I could say was “Positive”. Adi was sure I was going to be deported back to India. However, the officer took me along some doors that read “Officers Only” marked in big bold red lettering and I found myself in the security zone. He made a few calls on his walky-talky and made me go through the Metal Detector gate and frisked my bag and asked me to take off my shoes and then through another door and I was in the lounge where all Airlines had their desks. Suddenly I realized that internally the airport is a small managing unit just feels much spaced out when you have to walk around all the way. Anyhoo I ran all the way to Airline desk where there was Q. Mustering up all my courage and convincing myself that this was an Emergency situation I skipped ahead of the Q. Thanks to all people ever so considerate who read the panic on my face.

 

As I approached the lady at the desk she told me to hold on for a minute. She picked up her mike and on the Public Address System I heard, “Attention all passengers just arrived by the *** Airways Flight ** ***, Miss Trupti Mulajkar, could you please approach the closest airline counter’, this was repeated thrice. Not sure how but involuntarily I squeaked, ‘That’s me!’ and she still continued to complete the announcement. When I finally went close to her, I saw the look on her face just like my mother’s and felt that a hard smack was on its way to my cheek. Luckily she just smiled and handed my passport saying, “You should be more careful with these things”.

 

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and thanked the security officer for helping me out. He said he was glad I can see London now and didn’t have to go back. Of course, I could see the sarcasm. If I would not have found my passport then we would both be traveling back home on separate flights!!!.
Every picture has a memory associated with it, mine has some life-altering travel anecdotes. They are funny even after so many years. I do realize they would have been different if all would not have turned out to be fine. But you know what they say “In the end everything is ALRIGHT – if it is not alright then it is not the END”.

 

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