Sadashiv Peth Diaries...

Today, yet again walking on the roads of Sadashiv Peth I paused and was mesmerised by those streets: old yet new, dusty yet beautiful and crowded yet belonging.

The stories of hope and homeliness that these streets, the vintage wadas, tall trees and a group of passing by elders out for their morning walk are yet unheard of. Beyond the puneri pathya and 1-4 sleep, the scent of wisdom that fills these peths is yet to be written and spoken of.

A lot is been said and written about the ORN but the tales of Sadashiv peth are yet to be narrated for…

“कभी इसे ऊँचाई से देखना… लाखों सपनों का समंदर है ये  

यहाँ पर आपको जज्बों का, उम्मीदों का, निराशाओं का अनगिनत कहानियाँ सुनने मिलेगा।" (TVF Aspirants)

The stories change, characters change but the place stays. From the moming newspaper discussions over tea that wakes up every comer of the peth to soft hymns and morning aartis that lights the streets in gold, from the Xerox shops to infinite number of 'khanawals', from the tear and tension to colours and dhol-tasha, the place has seen many stories in happening yet it embraces every new one with the same level of warmth.

A few say, don't fall in love with the process, for you would get stuck with it. Others say enjoy the process and don't worry about the results. I'm not sure about how to deal with the process. But I must say 'the place' is worth falling for!

~Dedicated to all the new aspirants like me who are still finding a place in this overcrowded streets to fit in, to all those who are so soaked and have been a part of the place which has seen them hustle during the March and April and has felt their tears of joy and sorrow during January and February, and to all those officers who may have been a long way in their life now but still miss the ‘Taprivarcha Chaha’ !