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Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Cityblog salutes Lokmanya Tilak


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अपघात स्थळी स्व खर्चानी पोचून, मृतदेह वर काढण्यासाठी दर्‍याखोर्‍यांमधे उतरून स्वतःच्या जिवाची बाजी लावणार्‍या ट्रेकर्सना सरकार आर्थिक मदत कधी देणार ?
नुकतीच कोकण कृषी विद्यापीठाच्या कर्मचार्‍यांच्या आंबेनळीघाटातील दुर्देवी अपघाताची घटना आपण सर्वांनी ऐकली,पाहिली. नेहमीप्रमाणे मृतांना सरकारी मदत जाहीर झाली. वाहिन्यांनी ब्रेकींग न्युजचा रतीब घातला. खासदार,आमदार,छोटेमोठे राजकीय नेते, समाजसेवक, स्वयंसेवक सर्वजण मदतीला, बाईट द्यायला धावले, वगैरे वगैरे.........
पण या सर्व घटनेत, जे ट्रेकिंग ग्रुपस, मंडळं व त्यांचे सदस्य तक्षणी मदतीला धावले, जे पावसापाण्यात, दगडधोंड्यांंमधून मिळेल तसा मार्ग काढत जंगलात उतरले, मृतदेहांचा शोध घेऊन ते हाताने उचलून, प्रसंगी खांद्यांवर वाहुन आणून, विखुरलेले छिन्नविछ्छीन्न अवयव गोळा करुन त्या भीषण काळदरीतुन वरती आणून पुढील कार्यवाहीसाठी ज्यांनी अधिकार्‍यांच्या हवाली केले, त्यांना सरकारतर्फे आर्थिक मदत का मिळू नये?
महाराष्र्टातील सध्याच्या सामाजिक पार्श्वभूमीवर एक वेडगळ प्रश्न मुख्यत्वाने मनाला भिडतो, तो म्हणजे ते दुर्देवी जीव आणि त्यांना उचलून नेणारे या दोघांनी एकमेकांना "जात" विचारली असेल का? सुज्ञ उत्तर अर्थातच 'नाही', कारण जगाच्या पाठीवर एकवेळ जीवाला जात नसेल पण प्रत्येक जातीला जीव हा असतोच आणि म्हणूनच त्या जीवाचं मोल प्रत्येकजण जाणतो, ओळखतो, मदतीला धावतो. सामाजिक समरसतेच्या, मानवतेच्या भावनेने भारुन, संकटात बेभानपणे पाय रोवून उभे राहणार्‍या, मदतीला धावणार्‍या साहसी श्रमिक तरुणांना सरकारकडून अशी सबळ आर्थिक मदत विशेषत्वाने व्हायला हवी.
तुम्हांला काय वाटतं? कृपया पटत असल्यास हा संदेश पुढे पाठवा.
आपण सर्वजण मिळून त्यांच्यासाठी एवढा एक प्रयत्न तर करु शकतोच ना?
धन्यवाद !!
— मोहक वेलणकर

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Edison's Labs

Sorry to bother,” Jed murmured. “But I think I maybe made another mixup.”
Thomas Edison squinted at the boy. He’d known for some time that Jed was unintelligent. But lately he’d begun to suspect that the boy was an actual medical idiot.
“What is it now?” Edison muttered.
“Did you say to mix in five centilitres?”
“No,” Edison said. “Five millilitres.”
A nearby beaker exploded, showering them both with shards of glass.
“Sorry,” Jed said.
Edison rubbed his throbbing temples. He’d hired the local boy to help with basic lab work, but even the simplest tasks were beyond his capabilities. The boy’s best hope for contributing to science would be to let doctors dissect his head to study the brain of a moron. There was just no other use for him.
Except, perhaps, for one.
“What do I do?” Jed asked.
“Just stand here,” Edison said. “In this spot.”
He roughly positioned the boy in front of his new apparatus, a square contraption made of metal and glass.
“O.K.,” he said. “Action!”
“What?” the boy said.
“Do some action,” Edison said. “With your body.”
“What kind?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Edison said impatiently. “Here.” He handed the boy a pair of oblong wooden clubs. “Swing these around.”
Jed took the clubs and flailed them jerkily over his head. It was upsetting to watch, but, of course, it didn’t matter what Jed did. The point was for Edison to showcase his lab’s glorious new invention: the kinetograph. Thanks to its novel high-speed shutter system, the device could produce a living photograph—what Edison liked to call a “motion picture.” The phonograph had brought him fame. The light bulb had brought him riches. But this machine would bring him immortality. This machine, he knew, would change the world forever.
Edison titled his film, somewhat sarcastically, “Newark Athlete.” He expected that people would like it, but when he showed it in his lab the response surpassed his wildest expectations. The reporters he’d invited stood up and cheered, laughing and hollering like children.
Edison snapped his fingers, and Jed ran over to bring him a cigar.
“Any questions?” Edison asked the crowd.
The reporters began to shout.
“It’s him!” one of them cried, pointing at the boy. “The Newark athlete!”
Edison turned to Jed, who was smiling stupidly, surprised by the attention.
“Ah, yes,” Edison chuckled. “That’s the boy I used to display my invention. Anyway . . . questions?”
A reporter raised his hand. “Is it O.K. if I ask the boy a question?”
Edison was baffled, but saw no harm in indulging the odd request.
“I suppose that’s fine,” he said.
The reporter turned to Jed and blushed. He looked a bit nervous. “Wow,” he said. “This is exciting. First of all, I just want to say I love your movie.”
Edison choked a little on his cigar. It wasn’t Jed’s movie—it was his. He watched with mounting annoyance as the reporter continued to ramble.
“I think something we’d all like to know is: what kind of preparation did you have to do for your role?”
The boy shrugged. “Not much,” he said. “I sort of just stood in front of the lens.”
The reporter nodded. “So you just, like, channelled it. You were, like, ‘I’m going to be this Newark athlete’ and then you were.”
The boy shrugged. “I guess.”
“Wow,” the reporter said, shaking his head in awe. “Holy shit.”
“O.K.,” Edison said curtly. “That was fun. Any questions for me? The inventorof the kinetograph?”
“Jed!” a reporter in the back shouted. “Do you have any advice for people starting out who want to be in pictures?”
Jed shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Please!” the reporter begged.
Jed scratched his head. “I guess . . . follow your dreams?”
The crowd applauded.
Edison tried to regain the reporters’ attention, but it was too late. They had rushed past him and were surrounding the boy, peppering him with questions about his personal life.
“No, I’m not seeing anyone right now,” Edison heard Jed say.
“Not seeing anyone, like, at all?” a reporter asked. “Or, like, not seriously datinganyone?”
Jed shrugged. “I guess, like, not seriously dating.”
“So you, like, hook up and stuff.”
Jed nodded. “I hook up.”
Edison realized with amazement that he had been pushed out of his own laboratory. Reporters wrestled past him, brandishing cameras and blasting flash powder in his face. Edison coughed as his throat filled up with magnesium smoke. And, as he sank to his knees, it occurred to him that his prediction had come true: this time, he’d changed the world forever. 
Simon Rich has written several works of fiction, including “Spoiled Brats,” a collection of stories. He is also the creator and showrunner of “Man Seeking Woman,” on FXX.

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