VITHOBA

I met with an accident in 1999 and Mr. Dondiba shouted at me restlessly with his widely opened eyes. His shouts was indecent in all respect to a man of my position as a repectable journalist.
HEY KAY AHE MURKHATA. ARE … EK KATHI BALGAYACHI SOBAT. DONDIBA should have little courteously in saying this. But he was … otherwise with a sense of dignity towards me I realised.
Saheb, SOBAT KATHI ASEL TER TAXIWALA SAMJEL, he Mumbai ahe, said DONDIBA MY VITHOBA. The next morning DONDIBA came at his morning duty at the Administrative Staff College Guest House, Mumbai. He came at my Room No.3 to checked it that “I AM OK” in that Mumbai when I was still in my sleep. My man Vinod Mamulkar who was along with me to take care of mine, from Nagpur did notice and told me my Morning Check Up, by an attendant Dondiba of Guest House.
To day I received a photo of WARKARI, in fact a tiny one on my whatsapp and realised to be a VITHOBA, one must be, which I never ever been in my life.
We changed our attires been puts on FAUJI DRESS AND WITH A REVOLVER, been put on the dress of SPIDERMAN, sometime puts on the dresses of an HEROS. Bel-bottom of our pants, we shall not forget of Late Rajesh Khanna in hindi movie.
Dilla dilla kurta, hai, pajama tang, tang hai fashioned still continued. May it turned out to be torned out our pant while seating or in dancing.
Dance by the warkaris is also there. Infact not for fashion but they takes miles and miles PADYATRA, told to me by S.M. Joshi at Ratnagiri. He was harsed with his staff I know, scolding attitude if something goes wrong from his staff. Brahmin officer sometimes I witnessed him with his faulty languages to shouted at his posting at Sagli, Nanded, Ratnagiri and infact at Kolhapur, where he spent his most of the time of his services.
I am a officer here. Mr. S.M. Joshi once told me. But this my peon and four class staff is more than a relative of mine, infact a warkari we are. He walks along with me barefooted as WARKARI. At that time we used be in same position as WADKARI. But he, my peon, my subordinates are not my staff there but my relatives, my officer and some times my doctors in middle of the far away lonely road, to our common destination.
The are offen my God in JENGLES and we together entertains our MANGALS.
They are one of my family members. Equal in cast, in our position, in our status, but work is worship we should not forget it. So every one got his role UCHHA-NICHA, OFFICER AND SUBIRDINATE, MY WORK AND HIS WORK.MY TABLE AND HIS TABLE, but we are all equeal before God.
Be a WARKARI, and learnt to walk barefooted from your home town to the destination of GOD. Bring equality in your attires, infacts not with FATTE KAPADE but in WARKARI DRESSES.