Kirjahaku

जीवनात बरेच जण मळलेल्या वाटांनीच वाटचाल करतात. स्वत च्याच पावलांनी नव्या वाटा पाडणारे, हव्या त्या ठिकाणी जाऊन पोहोचणारे अगदी थोडे या थोड्यांमधलेच काही.... सिंदबादप्रमाणे समुद्र ओलांडून सात सफरी करणारा 'टिम सेव्हरिन.' आफ्रिकेतल्या गोम्बे नॅशनल पार्कमध्ये राहून चिंपांझी वानरांवर संशोधन करणारी 'जेन गुडाल.' उत्तर ध्रुवाकडील आर्क्टिकच्या ओसाड प्रदेशात प्रवास करणारा 'फर्ले मोवॅट.' आफ्रिकेतील टांझानियाच्या लेक मन्यारा नॅशनल पार्कमध्ये जंगली हत्तींच्या कळपात चक्क चार-पाच वर्षे राहणारी 'ओरिया.' नाईल नदी तरून जाण्याच्या जिद्दीनं एकाकी प्रवास करणारा 'कूनो स्टुबेन.' पक्षिजीवनाचा पन्नास वर्षे अभ्यास करणारे पक्षिनिरीक्षक 'सलीम अली.' फॉरेस्ट खात्यात अधिकारी असूनही झाडांच्या सावलीत वाढलेले आणि उघड्या रानात जन्मलेले निसर्गनादी 'मारुतराव चितमपल्ली.'

A person is born as a litterateur; he is not moulded into one. This process is similar to healthy shoot of banana emerging from the soil, full of promise of bearing a banana bunch. When a person is full of such competency then he is benefitted by the environment around him.This book is a glimpse of the author's journey for the past 40 years. साहित्यिक असतो, होत नाही. जितक्या स्वाभाविकपणे केळीला घड येतो. तितक्याच स्वाभाविकपणे त्याच्याकडून लेखन होतं.जमिनीचं कवच फोडून वर ऊसळून येणा-या केळीच्या रसरशीत कोंभातच घडाचं आश्वासन असतं. असा तो मुळातच असला, म्हणजे आजूबाजूच्या वातावरणाचा लाभ त्याला मिळतो. व्यंकटेश माडगूळकर यांच्या ४० वर्षांतील लेखन प्रवासाचं मनोज्ञ दर्शन.

Eknathbaba cared for the village as a father would for his baby. A person with such nobility is very rare. Everyone wept for him. In contrast, his son was the worst. All the possible vices had congregated together to form his character.Not just Sundra, the gardener but each and everyone cursed him. Yet he preferred to carry on with his evil deeds. He had such rotten mind. He made passes at each and every female around bringing them hell of an inconvenience. He snatched lands by either extortion or charging excessive interest rate. He did not hesitate to take away the bullocks which he fancied despite of the protests of the owner. He found nothing wrong in cutting woods from ones place and constructing at someone else's place. He made life miserable for all those living in 'Chinchola'. He left no stone unturned while torturing all. The villagers kept quiet, fearing his money, his relations with the political leaders and his father's good deed.But then there was a limit to the tolerance level of the villager. How far would he go on living with so many cursing him? How would he guard his estate? How would the heredity continue...?

Tulajirao, the Subhedar fought with great valour during the war. His son enrolled himself in the army while continuing the tradition of bravery. During the IndiaPakistan war, he proved his caliber. Right there on the war field, he.... But this left the 'Mohite' in utter despair. Shivaji had learnt and heard a lot many stories about the valour and bravery of the earlier generations. So inspired was the young soldier that he set out on a journey in search of his father. A story of all those for whom their beloved country is the first and the foremost.

HAVE WE CONSIDERED WRITING TO BE THE ONLY PASSION OF OUR LIFE? HAVE WE EVER GIVEN AWAY OUR LIFE AS A MUSLIM SINGER GIVES AWAY HIS PURSUING HIS PASSION? HAVE WE BEEN IMMERSED IN ADDICTION FOR ALL TWENTYFOUR HOURS? NO, NEVER WE HAVE NEITHER LIVED OUR LIFE NOR SEEN IT. WE DID NOT DARE TO DO SO.TILL THE TIME WE ARE TRYING TO MAINTAIN OUR MONETARY GAINS, OUR NAME AND FAME, WE WON'T BE ABLE TO CREATE SOMETHING WORTHWHILE, SOMETHING CONSTRUCTIVE. ONLY AN EXCLUSIVE MIND WOULD DARE TO THROW AWAY ALL THE RULES OF GRAMMAR AND TAKE THE LANGUAGE FURTHER AWAY. ONLY AN ARTIST WOULD DARE TO KICK THE SET VALUES OF VIRTUES AND DISPLAY A MAGNIFICENT SHOW OF UNKNOWN SET OF VIRTUES. AS AN ARTIST, A DACOIT ALSO KICKS THE SET VALUES. BUT THE DACOIT IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MORAL DEGRADATION OF THE SOCIETY WHILE THE SOCIETY RISES HIGH ABOVE IN THE COMPANY OF AN ARTIST.

All over there was an excitement in the atmosphere.... All around the progress work had caught momentum. One village built a school, the other constructed a road while yet another constructed a dam. This initiated Anna Vani with an exclusive idea. He persuaded all to construct a bridge on the river Belvan in their village Hiwra. The villagers could not digest the idea of the bridge over the river but they agreed upon tiling. Much consideration was given to the amount required and the contribution expected. All of a sudden, Bhima Vastad dropped a bomb. He said that whosoever constructs the bridge will suffer lots of adversities. Hearing this each and every member preferred to stay in the background. None came forward. Actually, this work would have benefitted each and everyone. Then why did not Bhima and his company did not approve of it? Why did they oppose so strongly? Did it benefit Bhima or did it prove to be detrimental? Belvan is the most perfect example of those selfish mentalities who often take pride in obstructing the progress works...

It is a common picture today that the throne bearers do not initiate the writers. It seems that all the gods and goddesses are gone on a long leave. This leaves only the poor, downtrodden and the scientist to be the subject.Whenever these poor fight with their poverty it is indeed a heroic deed. They have to pay fine if they lose this fight. This fine comes in the form of imprisonment or death. Needless to say that a writer is drawn to the place where such fight is going on. Nowadays, he is finding the fighting spirit only in the poor.This book is a compilation of work by many writers and artists, from all over the world.

A postman, collecting a variety of stones, designing the layout of the palace, and later constructing it on his own The agricultural life of a farmer in France A penned down portrait of the famous artist Vincent Van Gogh P. B. Bhave, a person of many qualities with his wit, naughtiness, persistent nature, happy go lucky attitude and many more. He is so very pure at heart. Here is an attempt to portray him, trying to capture all those worthy features Jane Good all, the brave primatologist, ethologist and anthropologist George Schaller, American field biologist and author Jayantrao Tilak who was a great editor and a hunter as well Richard Burton, a versatile personality Taking us through the many trails of the wild forests leading to unbound beauty of nature and many more निरनिराळे असंख्य दगड गोळा करून एकट्यानंच आराखडा करून राजवाडा बांधणारा पोस्टमन... फ्रान्समधल्या शेतकऱ्यांचं जीवन अन् शेती... प्रसिद्ध चित्रकार व्हिन्सेन्ट गॉगचं डोळ्यांसमोर उभं केलेलं व्यक्तिचित्र... घट्ट मैत्री झालेल्या पु.भा. भावे या व्रात्य, आग्रही, आनंदी, दणकट अन् सच्च्या सहृदय साहित्यिकाचं घडविलेलं दर्शन... आणि साहसी जंगल-प्राणिसंशोधक जेन गुडाल, अफलातून वन्यजीवन लेखक जॉर्ज शेल्लर, संपादकाबरोबरच पट्टीचे शिकारी असणारे जयंतराव टिळक... सर्व क्षेत्रांमध्ये संचार करणारा अफाट रिचर्ड बर्टन... जंगल भटकंती...प्रवास...निसर्गाचा आस्वाद... -आणि बरंच काही. व्यक्ती आणि राने-वने-जंगलांचे सूक्ष्म वाचन करणारे उत्तम रेखाचित्रे काढून लेखनातून डोळ्यांसमोर एकेक दृश्य उभे करणारे सिद्धहस्त लेखक व्यंकटेश माडगूळकर यांच्या लेखणीतून उतरलेली... ही अप्रतिम चित्रे आणि चरित्रे

What remains on the earth for a longer period of time? His deeds? No the trees that one had planted stay forth on the earth than anything else done by a person. I never had the power which would allow me to come up with something unforgettable, good or bad Of course, I have done some god things throughout my life. But today I truly feel that instead of my literary work much liked by all, the trees like mango and tamarind which I not just planted but nurtured as well have thrived in a better way and they will continue to adorn this mother earth for a longer period of time.' The author has shown a wonderful side of his innovative and creative thinking, through his simple yet captivating words.

I am inspired with a story and this story has its definite shape as it acquires my thoughts. But I cannot say that this is what happens always. at times, there just a tiny seedling that drops onto the soft cushions of my mind, awaiting favourable conditions for germination, just like the peepul seed. It is also true that every now and then many such seeds drop into my mind. It is not possible to differentiate the peepul seed from that of grass. Yet, I can surely hear the wind passing through the dense foliage of the peepul. These stories resemble the wind passing through it.

All around us, we see people who have aged for all our life. The neem tree here is also one of them. Has anyone seen the tree when it was young, is a doubt that I have about it. It has a huge trunk. All over the trunk you will find many hard knotlike structures. It is as if the neem has reached a certain age and is going to remain like that forever. As if the time for it has stood still. But the month of Chaitra brings some change with it. Many shades of parrot green start appearing all over the ageold neem tree. It spreads a sort of aura all over. It shades a wonderful light. As the scorching sun goes on roasting everyone around, people automatically turn towards the neem tree. Its shadow has mesmerizing effect, that of the air conditioning system.

HER FATHER CAME TO MEET THE MASTER. HE ASKED THE MASTER AS TO WHERE WAS HE SCHEDULED THEN. TO THIS THE MASTER REPLIED THAT ONCE HE SETS OUT, HE WILL SOLELY DEPEND UPON THE WISHES OF ALMIGHTY. THEN HE LOOKED TOWARDS ME AND CALLED ME. HE SAID THAT EARLIER HE HAD TOLD ME THAT I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THE ACCOUNTS THAT HE HAD BEEN KEEPING FOR ALL THE YEARS. BUT NOW MASTER SAID THAT I SHOULD CARRY ALL THOSE NOTEBOOKS WITH ME, GO THROUGH THEM AS I WOULD NOW BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THEM PROPERLY AND THEN MAINTAIN THOSE NOTEBOOKS. THUS HANDING OVER THE ACCOUNT BOOKS, HIS ACCOUNTS FOR HIS LIFE, THE MASTER LEFT OUR VILLAGE. THIS INDEED PUT A FULL-STOP TO MY EDUCATION THOUGH.

MANADESHI IS AN INSEPARABLE PART OF POSTINDEPENDENCE MARATHI LITERATURE. THE CHARACTER SKETCHES IN THIS COLLECTION ARE NOT ONLY TALES IN THE OLD MOULD, BUT ALSO HAVE THE MAGICAL QUALITY THAT TOUCHES UPON THE VERY ESSENCE OF LIFE. THE CHARACTERS ARE GENUINELY MARATHI IN NATURE, AND THEY HAVE BEEN DRAWN WITH THE EASE WITH WHICH DAWN TURNS INTO DAY OR A BUD BLOSSOMS INTO A FLOWER. WITH INNOCENCE, VYANKATESH MADGULKAR TELLS US ABOUT THE POVERTYSTRICKEN LIVES OF THE PEOPLE OF MANDESH AND THEIR SAGA OF NEVERENDING SORROWS. THEIR TRAGEDY IS MOVING. THE MIND IS FILLED WITH THE THOUGHT THAT WHILE MEN SEEK SOME HAPPINESS, THEIR LIVES WERE NEVER SCRIPTED TO FIND IT. THIS ESSENTIAL TRAGIC FACT IS TOLD BY MADGULKAR WITH THE DETACHMENT OF AN ARTIST. THIS RENDERS HIS CHARACTERS UNFORGETTABLE. OUR MIND IS DISTURBED EVERY TIME WE THINK OF THEM.

BIRDS ARE CLASSIFIED. IN THE SAME WAY WE CAN CLASSIFY THE AUTHORS. THOSE WHO SCRIBBLE WITH BLACK ON WHITE PAPERS. AUTHORS SPECIALIZING MYTHOLOGY: LIKE THE CRANE; AUTHORS SPECIALIZING HISTORICAL WRITING: LIKE THE PAURANIK; AUTHORS SPECIALIZING HUMOUR: LIKE THE PARAKEET; AUTHORS SPECIALIZING MIDDLE CLASS: LIKE THE PIGEON; AUTHORS SPECIALIZING SLUMS: LIKE THE KING EAGLE; AUTHORS SPECIALIZING RURAL WRITINGS: LIKE THE COUNTRY HEN; AUTHORS SPECIALIZING IN CHILDREN'S BOOK: LIKE A FIST; AUTHORS IN GENERAL: LIKE THE TITVI, THE LAPWING; पक्ष्यांचे जसे वर्गीकरण केले जाते, तसे 'पांढऱ्यावर काळे' करणाऱ्या लेखकांचेही होऊ शकते; ते असे पौराणिक लेखक क्रौन्च पक्ष्याएवढा ऐतिहासिक लेखक पौराणिकाएवढा विनोदी लेखक राघूएवढा मध्यमवर्गीय लेखक कबुतराएवढा झोपडपट्टी लेखक राजगिधाडाएवढा ग्रामीण लेखक गावठीकोंबडी एवढा बाल-लेखक मुठीएवढा भरड (खरड) लेखक टिटवीएवढा

Sahitya Sammelans are the conferences where all the literature lovers join in together to share their knowledge and in return they get chance to hear to other dignitaries as well. Why are the Sahitya Sammelans held at all? This question always calls for controversy. What is the true purpose behind conducting them? The writer has presented the pros and cons before the readers. The very being of a human being is nothing but an attempt to create manyfold relationship with the world outside. Literature in a way is such a relationship. The Sahitya Sammelan gives a chance to express our love for mother tongue. It quenches knowledge thirst in many ways. It has indeed gained an important place in our society today.

The biggest shopping should be of the size of an elephant... Tanaji was punished and fined for a crime which he never did; and when he really did a crime, he was released... Foolish Gana wanted to be rich, for that he took relied upon 'Indrajal'. Miree and Suba were very close friends, inspite of their different castes, but it was Bawa who brought it to an end. An assorted platter of many such stories.

AS THE RAINS STARTED, THE CAMEL WAS SOAKED WET. NILU SUGGESTED THAT THEY MUST CARRY THE CAMEL SOMEWHERE TO PROVIDE IT SHELTER. BUT ALL THE HOUSES IN THEIR AREA WERE VERY UNDERSIZED. THE CAMEL COULD NOT FIT IN MY HOUSE OR NILU'S HOUSE OR THE TEMPLE. THERE WAS NO SHELTER FOR THE CAMEL. INDEED, THE GOATS, SHEEP, HENS, DOGS HAD SHELTER. EVEN WE HUMAN HAD SHELTER. BUT THE CAMEL.... OH, IT HAD NO SHELTER. BECAUSE IT WAS AN OUTSIDER, BECAUSE IT WAS THE TALLEST OF ALL. THE RAIN STOPPED AFTER A WHILE. IT WAS EVENING NOW. ALL OF A SUDDEN THE CAMEL FOLDED ITS FRONT LEGS. SLOWLY, IT LOWERED ITS HUGE BODY ON THE GROUND. IT SPREAD ITS LONG NECK ON THE GROUND. AFTER CASTING A GLANCE AT ALL OF US, IT JUST CLOSED ITS EYES.

These were people who presented stories before spectators. They used pictures, songs and instrumental playing to relate stories before people. They were known as 'Chitrakathi', but this was some time back, may be a few thousands year. As the years passed, the trends changed, old customs were replaced by new ones. Old was forgotten in the chaos of new. But it was not vanished completely. Cinema today, is the more advanced form of those 'chitrakathi'. Madgulkar reveals the stories behind these cinemas, taking the place of a chitrakathi