मी आणि सौ २४ तास घरातच असल्याने दोन्ही मुलांचे लहानाचे मोठे होणे क्षणाक्षणाला अनुभवले आहे. त्यांचे "पकडणे" "रुसणे" हे पहिलेच आहे. पण अत्यंत कठीण काळात त्यांच्या वयाच्या मानाने त्यांनी दिलेली साथ ह्यासाठी मी जन्मभर त्यांचा ऋणी आहे.

मी आणि सौ २४ तास घरातच असल्याने दोन्ही मुलांचे लहानाचे मोठे होणे क्षणाक्षणाला अनुभवले आहे. त्यांचे "पकडणे" "रुसणे" हे पहिलेच आहे. पण अत्यंत कठीण काळात त्यांच्या वयाच्या मानाने त्यांनी दिलेली साथ ह्यासाठी मी जन्मभर त्यांचा ऋणी आहे.

मला वाटतं की तुम्हाला मुद्दा कळाला नाही माझा.. तो सेलेब्रिटी आहे म्हणुन त्याने "आय कॅण्डी" बायको करायला हवी होती हेच मुळात मला चुकीचे वाटते.. त्याच्या ओळखीने तिला काम मिळाले (बायको गोरी असती तरीही मिळालेच असते..) हा मुद्दा इथे नाहीचे.. शिवाय मी तिचे काम नाही पाहिले.. ते चांगलेही असु शक्ते.. त्यामुळे ती दिसायला सुंदर नसली तरी टॅलेण्टेड असु शकतेच.. जे जास्त महत्वाचे आहे, नाही का? असो.. कुणालाही..अगदी "सेलेब्रिटी" ला ही त्याच्या कामामुळे ओळखले जावे.. रंग-रुपावर टिपण्णी करणे मला व्यक्तिशः आवडत नाही.. हा व्हीडिओ जरुर पहा.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPCkfARH2eE Lupita Nyong'o Delivers Moving 'Black Women in Hollywood' Acceptance I want to take this opportunity to talk about beauty. Black beauty. Dark beauty. I received a letter from a girl and I’d like to share just a small part of it with you: "Dear Lupita," it reads, "I think you’re really lucky to be this Black but yet this successful in Hollywood overnight. I was just about to buy Dencia’s Whitenicious cream to lighten my skin when you appeared on the world map and saved me." My heart bled a little when I read those words. I could never have guessed that my first job out of school would be so powerful in and of itself and that it would propel me to be such an image of hope in the same way that the women of The Color Purple were to me. I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the TV and only saw pale skin. I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin. And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned. The morning would come and I would be so excited about seeing my new skin that I would refuse to look down at myself until I was in front of a mirror because I wanted to see my fair face first. And every day I experienced the same disappointment of being just as dark as I had been the day before. I tried to negotiate with God: I told him I would stop stealing sugar cubes at night if he gave me what I wanted; I would listen to my mother's every word and never lose my school sweater again if he just made me a little lighter. But I guess God was unimpressed with my bargaining chips because He never listened. And when I was a teenager my self-hate grew worse, as you can imagine happens with adolescence. My mother reminded me often that she thought that I was beautiful but that was no consolation: She’s my mother, of course she’s supposed to think I am beautiful. And then Alek Wek came on the international scene. A celebrated model, she was dark as night, she was on all of the runways and in every magazine and everyone was talking about how beautiful she was. Even Oprah called her beautiful and that made it a fact. I couldn’t believe that people were embracing a woman who looked so much like me as beautiful. My complexion had always been an obstacle to overcome and all of a sudden, Oprah was telling me it wasn’t. It was perplexing and I wanted to reject it because I had begun to enjoy the seduction of inadequacy. But a flower couldn’t help but bloom inside of me. When I saw Alek I inadvertently saw a reflection of myself that I could not deny. Now, I had a spring in my step because I felt more seen, more appreciated by the far away gatekeepers of beauty, but around me the preference for light skin prevailed. To the beholders that I thought mattered, I was still unbeautiful. And my mother again would say to me, "You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you." And these words plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be. And what my mother meant when she said you can’t eat beauty was that you can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What does sustain us... what is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty enflames the heart and enchants the soul. It is what got Patsey in so much trouble with her master, but it is also what has kept her story alive to this day. We remember the beauty of her spirit even after the beauty of her body has faded away. And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside. There is no shade in that beauty. गोडसे... अवांतरा बद्दल परत एकदा क्षमस्व बरका!

अरे किधर! सेलेब्रिटी आहे म्हणून त्या मनुष्याच्या वैयक्तिक निर्णयांबद्दल अपेक्षा बाळगण्याचा हक्क प्राप्त होतो असं सुचवायचंय का तुम्हाला?

मृगनयनी, आता मिपा बरेच प्रसिद्ध आहे. त्या बाईंनी/मुलीने तुमचे प्रतिसाद वाचले तर बिचारीच्या मनाला काय क्लेष होतील ह्याची कल्पना करवत नाही. 'दिसणं' ही दैवी देणगी आहे. कोणाच्या हाती ते नसतं. अशा प्रसंगी आपण 'त्या' दिसण्यावर हिणकस शेरेबाजी करणं न्यायाला धरून होत नाही.

??? !!!

प्रीमेच्युअर अंडी देणारी मुर्गी...उबवून काहिहि मिलनार नाही... उबगच येईल.

कुणीपण यावे अन दुखवून जावे अन यांनी गळे काढावे "आऽईऽ यानं माझी भावना दुखावलीऽऽ भँऽऽऽऽ!!!!!!!!" असं चाल्लंय आजकाल खरंच.

खरं असेलही पण कप वगैरे अनुभव जरा जास्तच होतो. पण सदाशिव पेठात बादशाहीमध्ये गर्दी ही असतेच त्यामुळे तिकडे बाहेर उभं राहुन काही जुनी खोडं हुडकुन त्यांच्याशी गप्पा ठोकणे हा माझा एक छंद त्यात अनेकदा आधी आडनाव मग जात विचारल्या जाते असा अनुभव आहे. मी तर नेहमी समोरचा माणुस पाहुन वेगवेगळी जात सांगतो. सांगितल्याबरोबर आधी सुरु असलेला विषय बदलुन वेगळाच विषय सुरु होतो. एकदा काय सांगावं म्हणुन मी भिंल्ल सांगितली मग काय मज्जा तर समोरच्या आजोबांच्या चेहर्याचे रंगच बदलले ... काय बोलु नि काय नाही असं झालेलं त्यांना . थोडावेळ थांबुन "वाटत नाही तु" असं म्हणाले आजोबा. :ड जुन्या खोडांना छळायला लै मजा येते. कधीतरी करुन पाहा ;)

>>"आमच्यात असं करतात, तुमच्यात तसं करतात" असल्या प्रकारची शब्दरचना देखील पुण्यातच प्रथम अनुभवली. गैरसमज आहे बरं का!! बदलापूरात अशी वाक्यं बर्‍याचदा ऐकली आहेत. अजूनही कमीजास्त प्रमाणात ऐकू येतात. लग्न, साखरपुडा, वास्तुशांत अशा ठिकाणी अशी वाक्य विशेष ऐकू येतात. काही उदाहरणं सवडीनं देईन. ;)

माझ्या कॉलेजमधील एका जवळच्या मित्राने त्याच्या घरी गेल्यावर पाणी द्यायचे देखील टाळले. जात वेगळी म्हणून ?????? *shok*

माझ्या कॉलेजमधील एका जवळच्या मित्राने त्याच्या घरी गेल्यावर पाणी द्यायचे देखील टाळले

मित्र ??? नंतर तुम्ही फार मैत्री ठेवली नसेल किंवा कामापुरती ठेवली असेल अशी अपेक्षा. बाय द वे, पुढील मुंबई पुणे वादासाठी हा प्रतिसाद साठवून ठेवत आहे ;-)

मला वाटतं की तुम्हाला मुद्दा कळाला नाही माझा.. तो सेलेब्रिटी आहे म्हणुन त्याने "आय कॅण्डी" बायको करायला हवी होती हेच मुळात मला चुकीचे वाटते.. त्याच्या ओळखीने तिला काम मिळाले (बायको गोरी असती तरीही मिळालेच असते..) हा मुद्दा इथे नाहीचे.. शिवाय मी तिचे काम नाही पाहिले.. ते चांगलेही असु शक्ते.. त्यामुळे ती दिसायला सुंदर नसली तरी टॅलेण्टेड असु शकतेच.. जे जास्त महत्वाचे आहे, नाही का? असो.. कुणालाही..अगदी "सेलेब्रिटी" ला ही त्याच्या कामामुळे ओळखले जावे.. रंग-रुपावर टिपण्णी करणे मला व्यक्तिशः आवडत नाही.. हा व्हीडिओ जरुर पहा.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPCkfARH2eE Lupita Nyong'o Delivers Moving 'Black Women in Hollywood' Acceptance I want to take this opportunity to talk about beauty. Black beauty. Dark beauty. I received a letter from a girl and I’d like to share just a small part of it with you: "Dear Lupita," it reads, "I think you’re really lucky to be this Black but yet this successful in Hollywood overnight. I was just about to buy Dencia’s Whitenicious cream to lighten my skin when you appeared on the world map and saved me." My heart bled a little when I read those words. I could never have guessed that my first job out of school would be so powerful in and of itself and that it would propel me to be such an image of hope in the same way that the women of The Color Purple were to me. I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the TV and only saw pale skin. I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin. And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned. The morning would come and I would be so excited about seeing my new skin that I would refuse to look down at myself until I was in front of a mirror because I wanted to see my fair face first. And every day I experienced the same disappointment of being just as dark as I had been the day before. I tried to negotiate with God: I told him I would stop stealing sugar cubes at night if he gave me what I wanted; I would listen to my mother's every word and never lose my school sweater again if he just made me a little lighter. But I guess God was unimpressed with my bargaining chips because He never listened. And when I was a teenager my self-hate grew worse, as you can imagine happens with adolescence. My mother reminded me often that she thought that I was beautiful but that was no consolation: She’s my mother, of course she’s supposed to think I am beautiful. And then Alek Wek came on the international scene. A celebrated model, she was dark as night, she was on all of the runways and in every magazine and everyone was talking about how beautiful she was. Even Oprah called her beautiful and that made it a fact. I couldn’t believe that people were embracing a woman who looked so much like me as beautiful. My complexion had always been an obstacle to overcome and all of a sudden, Oprah was telling me it wasn’t. It was perplexing and I wanted to reject it because I had begun to enjoy the seduction of inadequacy. But a flower couldn’t help but bloom inside of me. When I saw Alek I inadvertently saw a reflection of myself that I could not deny. Now, I had a spring in my step because I felt more seen, more appreciated by the far away gatekeepers of beauty, but around me the preference for light skin prevailed. To the beholders that I thought mattered, I was still unbeautiful. And my mother again would say to me, "You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you." And these words plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be. And what my mother meant when she said you can’t eat beauty was that you can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What does sustain us... what is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty enflames the heart and enchants the soul. It is what got Patsey in so much trouble with her master, but it is also what has kept her story alive to this day. We remember the beauty of her spirit even after the beauty of her body has faded away. And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside. There is no shade in that beauty. गोडसे... अवांतरा बद्दल परत एकदा क्षमस्व बरका!

अरे किधर! सेलेब्रिटी आहे म्हणून त्या मनुष्याच्या वैयक्तिक निर्णयांबद्दल अपेक्षा बाळगण्याचा हक्क प्राप्त होतो असं सुचवायचंय का तुम्हाला?

मृगनयनी, आता मिपा बरेच प्रसिद्ध आहे. त्या बाईंनी/मुलीने तुमचे प्रतिसाद वाचले तर बिचारीच्या मनाला काय क्लेष होतील ह्याची कल्पना करवत नाही. 'दिसणं' ही दैवी देणगी आहे. कोणाच्या हाती ते नसतं. अशा प्रसंगी आपण 'त्या' दिसण्यावर हिणकस शेरेबाजी करणं न्यायाला धरून होत नाही.