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Sunday, November 27, 2022

The unimaginable 28

"Mommy, mommy" Rohit pulled his mom's hand and took her to the next room. She saw two women in chairs and a 60 year old man on bed. "Mommy dancer aunty!" The six year old boy's face is glowing wtih happiness.  Nandini came with fruits and coconut water. 

Sundari and her mother Tulasi looked at the mother and the child for their introduction. We are in the next room. I am vanaja. He is my son Rohit. He has acute lymphoblastic Leukaemia. We are coming back from the doctor he saw you in the corridor and pulled me into this room.  We were watching your dance  on star plus. Rohit like your dance. said Vanaja.  "India's best dancer program." said Rohit. "I don't remember the names of the programs but he and his father do. They are fascinated by classical dance."  

"Mommy say congrats, aunty is the winner." Insisted the boy.  

"Congratulations!  I think your name is Sundari." said the mother "I am Sundari from Kakinada. She is my mother and she is my friend Nandini from Vaisakha. My father is a cancer patient. He is 60, taking  Chemotherapy. We came two days ago."

"My son is just six years. We are from Hyderabad. We are here for two months." Said Vanaja. Sundari and Nandini were shocked. "O God! what a pity!" said Sundari. The mother dissolved in tears. The boy's father came in. "He is the boy's father Srinivararao." said Vanaja.  "Do you remember her?  Vanaja asked her husband.

"Yes, I do, She is the India's dancing superstar from Kakinada.  Grand Finale Winner on Star Plus.  Bollywood star Karina Kapoor  her choreographer Bosco Martis and rapper Raftaar  judged the show." He said like a talking book. "I am sorry to hear that your son .." Sundari was saying  “Still I can not believe that  my son has a life threatening disease.." he started

"He got a rare cancer -Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia. My 6-year-old son regularly undergoes painful cancer therapy sessions. Two months have passed since we  admitted in the hospital.  From dropping him off at school to feeding him his medication at the hospital- our life has changed completely. It’s unbearable to see him cry but I’m helpless- the therapy is the only thing keeping my son alive. I'm a private employee. The treatment costs 20 lakhs. How can I bear? I'm neither rich nor I won prize money like you." His voice blurred.

Tulasi : We are not rich. My husband is a farmer.  We took loans on the land we have. All the money is spent up. She got five lakhs prize money. That is also spent up. 

"Madam , If you don't mistake me. I have a suggestion." Srinivararao told Sundari. 

Sundari : what is that ?

Srinivasarao: why don't you participate in India's best dancer competition on Sony ? The prize money is 15 lakhs. You know Saumya Kamble a 16 year old girl from Pune took home the trophy,  a car and Rs 15 lakh cash prize.

The time is up for the enrollment. She has a dancer chance in a film.

Srinivasarao: That is great. Cinema is a better chance. Many back ground dancers from Bollywood and Tollywood entered as dancers but settled as heroines. 

Tulasi: They are all wild goose chase for us. I told her but she doesn't listen.

Srinivasarao: Come on I say don't discourage her. L.Vijaya Lakshmi, Vaijayantimala, Shahid kapoor They are all background dancers. He looked at the watch and said " It is time for chemotherapy " All the cheerfulness in his face vanished. 

"Rohit let us go to the doctor uncle." said Vanaja

Rohit  "when can we go home, amma?’ "Soon!" Lied the mother wiping her tears.

"Take this orange." Nandini gave the boy an orange.

They moved out. The boy was waving his hand to Sundari. Her eyes are filled with tears. 


Navya Art Productions : Kashyap was watching the cinema news on Tv. The new production manager Shafi was his college mate was beside him. " Love is never cold" was a box office hit said the anchor. The camera was showing movie analysts and experts. "Director Kashyap has caught the pulse of the audience." said one expert. The movie is a great success and the collections are showing it." Kashyap was laughing. Shafi said congratulations! Kashyap said stop the crap. Shafi took the Tv remote near him from the table and switched off the TV. Shafi was a bit confused. " it is also a game?"

It is a popular game but inevitable game. Many movies are utter flap 

Yes I know, last week ten movies are released. six movies are utter flop.

No, eight movies are flop. 

Oh! thank God your movie is a success. 

Ha haa haa ... we are paying for the succes publicity. Safi looked dazed. 

Don't worry. In film field it is common. All that glitters is not gold. Kashyap laughed again.

Safi joined Kashyap. They were laughing together. Just then Naidu entered.

"Stop crying. enough of celebrating success! " said Naidu. They both stopped laughing.

Who is he? asked Naidu. " He is new production manager, He has multiple skills. The old manager did not have multiple skills." Said Kashyap. 

"My balance remuneration?" asked Kashyap. "Love is never cold! " Do you know how much loss I had in this project? " said Naidu.  "A least loss, a few lakhs but you got Keerthi with you many nights" Said Kashyap. They saw Lakuma coming in. "Stop discussions. Talk to her and send her to me." said Naidu and moved into his chamber. Lakuma entered Kashyap's chamber. The boy brought coffee. Kashyap took the cup and had a sip. Just at the same time Kashyap got a call. He signalled Lakuma to sit. "A non bailable warrant was issued against you in the cheque bounce case." The voice in the phone said.  Kashyap spewed out the coffee. The coffee spilled on Lakuma who sat opposite to him.  Chee! Chee ! She went away. Kashyap felt like double slapped. 

Naidu saw her  walking out and called her from his glass chamber. Lakuma walked in happily. Very glad to meet you sir. It was my long time dream to meet you when I was in studies. I asked my mother to recommend me to you. but my mother did not do it  because I was studying. Now my studies are over. "

Now would you like to act?  Sit down. Lakuma sat down. Raghava called him.

The cheque you have given me is bounced. Why do you give such cheques?

I am going for a start up company. I feel betrayed! 

You are starting a new company? Congratulations! I am busy now. I will call back later.


Seshachalam came to Anandanilayam with a throbbing heart. He saw Damini and Malini talking to each other. Kesava was playing Mrudanga in his room.  "I have a very important thing to tell you about Vidisha's condition." He told Varsha . He said briefly what happened at the psychiatrist. Spirits and ghost are discussed in Science, showed in films, mentioned in Puranas and even in the Geetha. You need more than an opinion. Said Varsha. 

A few minutes later they were sitting before Dr. Raju, Professor of paranormal science in his residence. The professor was enthusiastic about the case. Seshachalam explained right from the burning of the cow shed to Vidisha's night walks and his experience at psychiatrist. 

Dr. Raju: " If it is pure hallucination how could she tell who took the car keys? How could she see the future - the road death in Sabbavaram?  It must be a ghost or a spirit. 

Seshachalam: She also said that they were going to attack  Varsaha.

Varsha: My mother had a dream. She saw thieves starting to Anandanilayam. She said that they were coming from hills. Manju and I took it lightly and laughed.

Dr. Raju : That is a precognitive dream. In simple terms, any dream that gives you information about the future you wouldn't otherwise have, is called Precognitive dream. It is a psychic experience. 

Seshachalam : psychic experience means?

Dr. Raju:  Extra sensory,  like Veera Brahmamam Kalagnanam, like sixth sense. 

Seshachalam:  I'm worried that my daughter. What is her condition? 

Dr. Raju : She is not insane. Don't worry. It must be a ghost or  a spirit.

Sesha: What is the difference between the ghost and the spirit?

Dr.Raju: Spirits are the surviving personalities of all of us who pass through the door of death in a normal fashion. Ghosts are different. They're the result of a sudden or tragic death. They don't accept the way in which they died. They often don’t realize they're dead. In most cases, they have unfinished business. They're tied to the location of their death.

When a person’s death is extremely violent and unexpected his o her unfinished business can take the form of dark energy what we call “residual energy”. Finished Professor Raju , the director of the paranormal sciences, Andhra University.  Bharatavarsha and Seshachalam came out of his Residence and got into the taxi. It was going towards Sabbavaram. 

Don't leave Vidisha at home bring it to Anandanilayam.said Varsha

Seshachalam was shocked.  He had sweat on his forehead.  The car reached his house. He got down and walked in with trembling legs. His step slipped down at the entrance steps. when he saw the empty house His spine shivered.  His heart beat fast. His throat went dry. He knows where she would go. Bharatavarsha called tea stall Veerraju and Cloth store Kailasam  and asked them to stay with him. He started walking into the fields. 


Mr. Becket was speaking to his neighbours  in Eton school. "The sub inspector was working hand in glove with the MLA." Said  one of his neighbours. "Naturally they are expected to do so." said Mr. Becket. You didn't get my point. He is a chemcha, a kiss ass who colluded with the MLA and played the drama pf boundary wall encroachment. The man who broke your wall is Bairreddy and his men. Mr. Becket looked surprised. He bent low and whispered something in Becket's ear. His face turned red and just then the phone was ringing.  Mr. Becket answered the call. It was Simhachalam. I'm coming to meet Michelle. He remembered what happened. 

"80-feet-long bridge stolen in Bihar using gas cutters; third such incident in a month." Emma read out the news from the newspaper.

I can not believe. said Michelle. OH! yeah! read it for your self then, Emma gave Michelle the HIndu newspaper. "The road bridge on the Dardha river linking Jahanabad to Biharsharif in the Nalanda district was stolen.  The 80 feet long and 15 feet wide bridge was constructed at a cost of Rs 45 lakhs Bihar. Gas cutters were used to dismantle the bridge. " 

"O My God! our east side of our boundary wall is stolen."  Shouted Mr. Becket. Michelle dropped the newspaper and ran with Emma to see the wall. Four men are standing at the collapsed wall. They have crow bars in their hands. The wall is very old and they simply smash it. 

How dare you touch my wall. Mr. Becket started shouting at them.  You occupied ten feet of our land. Go back Bucket Go back! they shouted. 

Mr becket ran in and came out with a gun. Michelle was trying to stop him while Emma called the police. With in minutes the inspector entered the scene. I can book you for threatening them with gun. the inspector  shouted at Mr. Becket. First they attacked me with crowbars. They broke my boundary wall. Arrest them first. They got into an argument. 

Michelle called Simhachalam.  Simhachalam " Said I am coming" In minutes he is at the school. "It is a civil matter. The case is in the court. Do you know that?" He scolded the inspector and sent him away. Later he tool Michelle to his place. 

Mr. Becket Mr. Becket. I am coming. Is Michelle home?" The voice in the phone is heard like hound baying for blood. " Yes! You can come! She is waiting for you. 


Varsha walked though the bushes. There is thick fog all over. He heard the howling of foxes. He wanted to go back but the idea that Vidisha is alone at the night spurred him. He heard the sound of his own foot steps. He waled still ahead and herd a female humming voice. He stood there and peered his eyes. He saw a banyan tree with long roots hanging from branches. A faint shape of girl appeared swinging in a cradle. He went close it was vidisha. She was smiling. It is very rough. She was humming a tune. Vidisha ! shouted Varsha. The cradle slowed down. Varsha went close and stopped the cradle. " Come on Let us go home" Said Varsha. "This is my home" said Vidisha. He caught her by hand and pulled her from cradle. Vidisha stood before him. "Vidisha stop acting. You will become insane with your action."  Varsha shouted in anger. Vidisha's lips were humming 

Oh solitary poet in the  gloomy graveyard

why hangest here  for a  promenade

The night is cold and the scene is dreadful 

Why is the smile on your lips so wistful?

Screeching owls squawking rooks 

flickering flame  all hopes in wrecks

what of your fame that reached apogee

why wanderst thou like a refugee

Abundant tombs, withered wreaths

souls sauntering without sheaths

This is what remains when life ends

No one  ever death transcends

Too short is life's window

Bygone is all but a shadow

Varsha was shocked when Vidisha read the sonnet  from the book. "Ahalya! " He shouted She is your daughter! mind you. I want to swing.. I want to swing.. Vidisha tried to go back. Varsha caught her by hand and walking towards her house. "I know what you want and you know what I am doing." Varsha shouted. Vidisha walked behind Varsha calmly.  Varsha dropped her at home and got into the taxi. 


Michelle stood before Simhachalm in thigh-high, pink lingerie. The fleece material clung to her body showing the curves at her waist, the bump of her fat round ass and the heft of her big tits. She has creamy silky skin and brilliant eyes. A soft beauty - Apsara. Simhachalm said to himself and moved close. He embraced her passionately. His hands are feeling her back, his lips are feeling her neck his nose is feeling the intoxicating scent of Michelle’s body. "Apsara your subtle cute body and hot breaths get my blood flowing. I am becoming hard as stone." He whispered in her ear.

Michelle smiled that sweet, sexy smile augmented his passion. He kissed her lips. He untied her robe and opened it. Her body was tight, fit and beautifully pale. He ran his fingers from her hips to her stomach, then cupped her big, soft breasts. “You are my dream for years. I am going to fulfil it.” Said Simhachalm. 

“I am going to fulfil my dream too.” Said Michelle. A quick passion engulfed him. He licked her lips. Her lips tasted like faded peppermint, their subtle wetness pulling him in. He had mouth to mouth kiss for a while. Michelle never resisted. Simhachalm was overjoyed and pushed her on to the bed.

He jumped on her. He was trying to undress himself. Michelle did not let him. He denuded her. His eyes were wide open to see her beauty. He was playing with her warm, comforting body, her beautiful stomach and was going down. He was in the heaven kissing the folds and strips of delicate satin between her thighs.

Simhachalm felt deep pain in the back. Before he had realized that a knife was struck in his back Michelle pulled it out and, in a millisecond, she stabbed deeper once more. A third and fourth and so on until Simhachalm was still. She washed the blood off her nude body had a bath, dressed up and dragged the dead body to the police station and surrendered with the knife. 


The car was cutting through the darkness. Nagarau is driving. Bairreddy sat next to him. His followers are behind.  The car was crossing the village cinema. 

“The church revenue dropped acutely. It causes concern. Where is joseph Venkateswarulu? He betrayed us. I thought that he would develop the believers. 

Let him go to hell. I can do his job.” said Bairreddy. 

The car was crossing the village cinema. Nagireddy looked casually through the window. The scene in front of the village cinema demanded his attention. On the stage in front of the village theatre, a man in white suit with a mike in hand was shouting in English.  People thronged to listen to him. 

“When the value of value is valuable to oneself it is valuable.” 

 The words touched Nagireddy’s ears. He stopped the car. 

Nagireddy looked at the man keenly. “Mareedu in full suit wearing tie preaching in English. I cannot believe this!” said Baireddy watching him with bated breath. 

The man on the stage was speaking enthusiastically.  "I am here to convey the God's message and love. Then I will pray for each one of you. I can guarantee you after this prayer you will never be the same again.” 

I can never  expect you to speak like that Bairi, we must close down the church.

Bairreddy laughed. “Show me a single church close for want of funds. No church has ever been closed for want of funds. In fact most churches and NGOs are started for foreign funds. Look at Penchalayya, running his churches and NGOs. He attracted foreign funds. We too will get good days but we have to wait.

We need money to develop the church. Our church is small, poor and ugly. Pastor salary is a burden.  I am at wits end. said Nagireddy with a heavy voice and sighed.

Don’t worry the state government is giving pastors salaries and also granting money to build churches. This is the first time in the history a government is building churches on its own by calling bidding. 

Nagi: Wonderful, we got a nice CM. In Andhra. Can we ever make big money like penchalayya? He has converted 200 families last year. 

Bairi: Ha.hha hha ..ha He could not convert his family. His daughter ran away. 

“There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Jesus.” Mareedu sounded like a drum. 

Nagi: I don’t know to beat this man, who is growing in front of our eyes. 

I know said Bairreddy looking into his brother’s face laughing slyly. 


The doctor stood by Maridu's bed. The nurse was standing beside him. A saline drip was given to his hand. " Where am I? Said Mareedu. The doctor bent down to listen to his feeble voice. Mareedu repeated " Where am I? What happened to me?" 

Doctor : You are in Raghavendra Hospital. Last night you were admitted here.

Mareedu remembered what happened the previous night. 

Maridu was driving the van. He was alone after dropping the clergy at their homes. He was driving home. He saw in the rear view mirror that a car was following his van. He tried to give them way twice but they did not cross his van. They were following him. He was engaged with his car radio switching the channels. Later he was listening to songs and  forgot to watch the car behind him. After a few miles he remembered that the car vanished. 

Hardly did he know that they switched off the head lights. " Oh! It was my wild imagination why would anyone follow me?"  He thought and laughed. He wanted to relieve so he stopped at the way side, got off the van. He was walking to the bushes. When he felt a big hit on his head with wooden post. His vision blurred, but he sensed danger and began running. A few people started chasing him. He could not run as fast as them. soon another shot  but on his shoulder. One , two , three , they started beating nonstop. He saw bright light of head lights perhaps some car. Later he fell down and became unconscious.

Maridu came out from his thoughts. Who got me here, doctor?

Bharatavarsha, said the doctor. " Maridu was surprised, How do you know him?

The nurse looked at him angrily. "Don't you see TV? He has been conducting Velugu - A Telugu feature program every Saturday." said the Nurse. Maridu bit his tongue and smiled uncomfortably. " You have to stay in the hospital for four days. The injuries are deep. bye the bye tell your family members. " said the doctor. I have no family. said Mareedu. 

The doctor left the room. Mareedu found a white cloth. He asked the nurse " What is this?"

Oh , This is the Kanduva , a cloth that covered Bharatavarsha's shoulders . 

Mareedu took it gingerly and passed his fingers over it. He found blood at the end of Kanduva. It was in swasthik shape. The nurse watched the blood and said " Somebody threw a stone at him while he is carrying to his car. The stone hit his head and he wiped the blood with this Kanduva. Mareedu was shaken.  He took the Kanduva to his heart and hugged it affectionately. 


Lok Sabha chamber looked majestic with 550 Members seated in their seats. With full attendance the house appears like the ganges on full course. The Speaker was entering the house with a smile. The uniformed attendent bent his  head standing upright and said " manya neey adyaksh ji patha rahe hain." 

The full house stood and cheered gently. The speaker from his seat gazed at the members with a smile and raised his folded hands and stood a for a few seconds looking at all four corners of the house.

The seats are divided into six blocks, each with eleven rows. Block No. 1 on the right-hand side of the Speaker’s Chair and Block No. 6 on the left-hand side have 97 seats each. The remaining 4 blocks have 89 seats each. A seat is allotted in the chamber to each Member, including Ministers who are Members of Lok Sabha. The seats on the right-hand side of the Speaker’s Chair are occupied by the Members of the ruling party and those on the left-hand side by Members belonging to the Opposition Parties.  The Deputy Speaker occupied the first front row seat on the left side.

When he sat all the members also sat. After the form proceedings 

the house entered the question hour. 

Minister of States for Finance responded to a question of a member in the House about the Mudra loan beneficiaries, said he will collect the information and share it with him.

 "Why is this House for if you will collect information about everything and then share it," The speaker asked ministers to answer the members' questions in the House itself. 

A member from jarkhand : Adhyaksh ji , the  Minister talks about development of roads is uncomparable and at its best .If it is so how come we have 1.5 lakh accidents happening in our country every year? the government has made a notification making airbags mandatory in every vehicle, but it is not issued by the government , when will notification be issued?

The Highways minister answered that the government is making plans to reduce the accidents. The members laughed at the answer as the minister lacks clear answer or measures. 

Arunatara : Adhyaksh mahoday , We have 5 lakh accidents not 1.5 lakh accidents. The road deaths are 1.5 lakh.  all the members cheered up for her keen observation and ready statitics.  but my question is , I want the government to answer howmany political murders are happening in our country? 

Union minister of state for home  informed about the political assassinations that happened between 2017 and 2019. As many as 230 people were killed in various parts of the country for political reasons between the two years. 

A member of the house from Salem made a complaint about protocol issue. The Home minister  said "Instructions and guidelines have been laid down by the Government of India from time to time governing the official dealings between the administration and the Members of Parliament. Besides extending due courtesies, the Government officials are expected to observe these guidelines/instructions in letter and spirit while dealing with the Members of Parliament in official dealings." 


 The day was warm. The October sun was mild. It was 4.00 PM. A Limousine was going to Indira Gandhi International Airport. Arunatara and Radhi Pradhan MP from Odissa were seated in the car.  

" I have grape gardens in Hyderabad. I drop to see and spend one day  or two days in Hyderabad. You too stay with me Aruna.

No, I can't.  I have no time. I am going to Visakha to participate in several programs. 

I have cultural program in Andhra University. It is a felicitation to a Devdasi who served literature and society. I have to study a solar model village and find out how it is working because in my constituency many villages are in dark. I want to implement the same model in tribal villages and bring light into their lives. 

Don't be work holic, Aruna. MPs don't even like to go near Devdasis and tribals. 

But I have seen speaking a lot about their wellbeing in Loksabha. 

ha hha hha... the secret behind that is Loksabha has gone live. Many MPs prepare good questions and show great responsibility. Look at their private lives. Renuka Chaudhari MP from your State went shopping while her flight was waiting for her for two hours. Have not you seen Business standard Newspaper with headlines "Air India flight delayed as Congress MP goes 'shopping'. I think it is new to you? 

It is news and shock to me. Can a flight be delayed for two hours?

Then you have to learn a lot. The crew meant to operate the flight Delhi-Bhuvaneswar AI 437 was stopped to favour a BJP Parliament member.  The flight to Bhubaneshwar was  meant to take off at 6.20 pm on Friday,  but it actually took off at 2.00 am Saturday.

What about the passengers ?

Ha hha hha!  Do you know what happened?

------ looked dazed -------------

The flight was diverted to Bhopal .. ha hha hhaa  She burst into laughter. Controlled after a while and said " The passengers ha hha hhaa... who waited learned that the flight was cancelled. Haven't you read the news in Times of India?

Aruna: What is the government doing?

Raadhi: The government is writing to all airlines to follow protocol for MPs. It is also reported in news.  "Yes, I have read." said Arunatara with a sad voice. 

Aruna: How irresponsible shameless are these people in power to eat away the public money 

Radhi: Ha hha hha not only the people in power , people out of power also.  Even after the tenure we have the same powers. A former Rajya Sabha member has booked 63 train tickets  but availed only seven of these while claiming reimbursement for all of them, leading to extra payment of 1,46,920 by the Parliament secretariat to the ministry of Railways.

Aruna: Are we really serving the public?

Raadhi: We are ruling the public. They will serve us. It's their duty - the people and officers serve us. So don't worry if the flight is delayed or cancelled. The flight is at 12.00 in the afternoon but it's 4.00  PM. The flight is rescheduled. 

The limousine reached the airport. The boarding gate remained closed in New Delhi airport. "I take leave of you Raadhi. I can't travel in this flight. Arunatara took taxi and left the airport. 


Friday, November 25, 2022

Mind and behaviour

How to understand a man ?

It does not mean how to understand a male person. It does not refer to the gender. How to understand man is how to understand a human being. Human is nothing but his mind. 

What is mind? ( Not brain, it is physical. Mind is theoretical)

Mind is abstract. It is like walking. When you are walking you can see walking. But when you stopped walking can you see walking? No, you can not see walking. Mind is just like that. That is why I said that Mind is abstract. How to understand the abstract mind?

Our thinking is mind in other words Mind is nothing but our thinking.  

Does it have a form? Mind has the theoretical form  the doctrines or theories. ( It is also the philosophy.) Can we see the theoretical form of the mind? Yes. The theory of the mind prepare senses accordingly. They are displayed in behaviour through actions. 

Mind depends on philosophy creates it own policy like a business man. A business man may have the philosophy of making maximum profit by selling fake or low quality goods (RD denim offers Jeans pants for Rs 100/-  Birseli water bottle, AKG head phones) or He may also have philosophy of making average profit  by selling good quality goods. His business policies like giving a bill, giving a warranty card and maintaining customer relations depend on his philosophy. 

మన మనస్సు సిద్ధాంతరూపమైనది - మనమెటువంటి భావాలను నేర్పితే అది దానికను గుణంగానే స్పందిస్తుంది- మనస్సు ప్రతిస్పందనగా ఇంద్రియాలను తదనుగుణంగా ప్రవర్తించేలా చేస్తుంది. అది ప్రవర్తనలో చర్యలలో బయటపడుతుంది . ప్రవర్తనని బట్టి మనిషి మనసు ఎటువంటిదో అతడు లేదా ఆమె ఎటువంటిదో చెప్పవచ్చు కానీ ప్రయోజనం ఉండదు. ఎంత చెత్త పనులు చేసే వారైనా  తమ పాలసీ లేదా ఫిలాసఫీ ని  ఉన్నతంగా చూబించుకుంటారు.  ఏదైతేనేం  థియరిటికల్ మైండ్ ని చూబించడం సర్వసాధారణం, అత్యవసరం .  

 "ప్రజలకోసమే జగనన్న"   "ప్రజలకోసమే చంద్రన్న" చంద్రన్న కానుక"    "జగనన్నకానుక"

For example The government policies are all about vote capturing. The government offers freebies , divides people into castes and links all benefits to the caste. Does any government accept its philosophy? " 

Most students read only text books only before exams. They say that want knowledge and they say that they respect knowledge. Do they accept that they are in certificate hunt?

Journalists or Newspapers or TV channels display their policies in their captions. Truth is our breath, we live for truth, we stand for people. we are people's voice and so on and so on.

I love my mother tongue Telugu somebody told me. I told him the news of  my Telugu Novel Bharatavarsha receiving World record. He felt very happy and showed great excitement. I asked him to share the news on his Fb wall. He never spoke with me again. 

I recently met a group of 30 childhood friends in Whatsaap. We all studied together in elementary school. They talked about friendship so well. Nobody cared to read my world record Novel Bharatavarsha. I have sent them the four page synopsis but nobody responded. I have asked a highly placed childhood friend to write a feedback. After asking several times he said I can't write in Telugu. He is a Telugu medium guy who studied with me. 

We love our mother tongue, We love knowledge, we love our friends , we love our country. 

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

The spirit -27

It was 2.00 AM Laxmi was mooing. Then cried the baby cow. The bleat was  not normal it was trying to communicate some emotion. The calf engage in repetitive crying. Vidisha was awakened by the bleating of the calf. She got off the bed and came out of her bedroom and walked to the entrance door.   Seshachalam was fast asleep in his room. Everything was silent. She gathered courage and opened the door. The breeze was cool. She saw Laxmi and her baby were on their legs - dozing. ( only for deep sleep cows lie down)

Vidisha was walking  to the well Seshachalam was watching from behind. The sky was just star-lit. There was no moon in the sky. It was dark out side. Vidisha peeped into the well. and started walking towards the backyard. Seshachalam came out of the house. Vidisha walked towards the cowshed. Her mother appeared with a smiling face.  Her spine shivered. Her heart skipped a beat. She walked two steps nearer. She vanished leaving Vidisha in dismay. 

Vidisha stood there and looked around - found nothing except darkness. Hardly had she turned back when her father ran into his room. Vidisha walked to the entrance door while watching around at the door she ran into her mother. She felt that  someone has dashed her. She came in and closed the door. Her father coughed and twisted on the bed. Vidisha lay on the floor in the living room. Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling.  Seshachalam came into the living room calling her " Hum.. hum ha... Hum ..hum ..ha...They are drinking rum, smoking cigar. Hum.. hum ha... Hum ..hum ..ha. laughing at the witch house. They are rolling out in woods.  The hunters want his head. The hunters want his blood. Hum.. hum ha... Hum ..hum ..ha. Their death is waiting on the road.  Ha hha hha hha!!!!" Vidisha was singing.  Seshachalam  was frozen in the living room with his eyes fixed on the wall clock.


Simhachalam phone rang several times before he picked up the receiver from his bed. He sat on the bed and saw his lungi slipped off his wait. He was semi nude. He turned his head and looked at Michelle. She was nude. He was listening to the voice while looking and her beautiful body" They must finish him. Lest I should finish them."  " He put his mouth to the receiver and said "Don't worry. It will be done but I got  him terminated from his job. I don't understand why you are so serious" "He kidnapped my daughter." The voice on the phone was emotional." OK. Our men started.  you will hear the good news by tomorrow." 

 Michelle was aroused by the talk. She found herself nude and pulled the blanket over her body. Simchalam pulled down. She sat on the bed covering the blanket again. Simhachalam gave one more peg to her lips. 

Sim: Please one more  

Michelle: I never drank so much.  Don't force me to drink more." 

Sim: Ok, Then. I too don't drink, Your beauty is enough to give me the kick!

Michelle: You are the demon among men!

Simhachalam: But you are Apsara 

"I want my land." She said firmly 

Simhachalam: I want pleasure. Take what you want. You want money?" 

"I want nothing but land" she repeated. 

Simhachalam: ----------------------------------

Michelle: I am gong to be engaged soon. Leave me!

Simhachalam: Our friendship will continue only until you are engaged  

Michelle: "Friendship? Your shitty friendship. I am the victim.


The people of sabbavaram gathered around three dead bodies on the road at 8.00 AM.  Seshachalam was among the bystanders. He was doubtful when Vidisha was singing the previous night about their deaths. They was killed by a truck. somebody said. Seshachalam  was so tired as he was sleepless. He was taking Vidisha  to the Raghavendra hospital. He did not go to the doctor he returned home. The road was waiting for their death. it is true but who are they? why did the road kill them?  He had no answers to those questions. 


The lecturers saw Syamala coming out of the Telugu department with her lunch box. Physics Lecturer Kameswarrao and Botany lecturer Krishnaveni smiled at her. The first class after the lunch was physics She directly went into her class room. She put the box on the table and sat next to Vindhya. The bell rang and the students started coming into the class room.  The commotion is increasing by and by. Symala was drowsy. Kameswarrao  started the class.  He explained the Niels Bohr model of hydrogen atom. Her friends who  saw Syamala sleeping tried to wake up. They were very apprehensive about the consequences because Kameswarrao is damn strict a lecturer. But luckily he did not see Syamala as he spent of the time drawing the diagram of Atom. Vindya pinched Syamala. Syamala woke up and saw the lecturer. " Who proposed the theory of hydrogen Atom model?" His metallic voice sounded rough.  Syamala was frightened. She did not understand anything. To ease the question he asked again " Is it Bohr? " Yes sir bore sir , Physics is utter bore sir!" The class broke into laughter.  The bell rang. Kameswarrao went out and Chemistry lecturer Parameswarrao came in with Chaitanya. He was drawing something on the board. Why did you not come to physics class? asked syamala. Why are you taking lunch in Telugu department with Rameswarri? asked Chaitanya. She is not leaving me during the lunch break. She is spoon feeding me on her lap. said Syamala. 

Thank God She is leaving you for classes. The chemistry lecturer is not leaving even for the classes. He is taking me to his classes and to the staffroom. He tied me to him.  What a pity! What a pity! Where has Nandini gone! You became sick after she ran away from home." said Vindhya.  " She ran away and she is safe! We got caught as we could not" said Chaitanya and Syamala. The bell rang. The chemistry class is over. Paramewsarrao has come to chaitanya and caught him by hand. Telugu professor Rameswarrai was coming. " Syamala come to the staff room once" She called. 

 Syamala said " I have next class madam" she said. Look Syamala, today before you go, tell me if Nandini had told you anything. Where did she go? A girl running away from home is not a small thing." They were walking ahead. Chaitanya and Vindhya were laughing watching them from behind.  "See how clever the professors are they rubbing Syamala and me to get the truth" said Chaitanya. " yes, they are rubbing on the wrong side." Said Vindhya. " Men are fools! He.. hee.. hee" laughed Chaitanya thinking that he commented the professors. " I am afraid you are a man" Said Vindhya. Chaitanya was dazed. 

"She was disappointed when she knew that the Telugu teacher left the college. She was distraught  when she came to know that he was sacked she broke her heart when she learned that she was used as a pan in the game.  She told me that she would teach her father a lesson for conspiring against an inspiring teacher, after all he is her lover." said Vindhya. Oh! She must have told you where she has gone , please tell me." said Chaitanya.  " I can not trust you , You will tell the Chemistry lecturer that hurts her very badly. She feels total betrayal" said Vindhya.  " You know what dangers are awaiting a girl who ran away from house,  in this vile world?" Chaitanya attacked Vindhya with logic.  Don't worry about her safety , I have told Bharatavarsha where she has gone." said Vindhya at the same time Syamala came to her and said " If you confide in me tell me where she has gone?" 

Vindhya looked at Chaitanya. He understood that she wants privacy and moved away. 

Vindhya " She has gone to her Kakinada friend Sundari." 

Syamala: You mean the famous kuchipudi dancer whom our college invited and felicitated on the last year annual day?" 

Vindhya: Yes , She is Nandini's friend.

Syamala: So Nandini is in Kakinada? 

No, She is in Hyderabad with Sundari who got a chance to dance in Navya art Productions"

Navya Arts Naidu and Kashyap are very famous. Wonderful!

Naidu and Kashyap are lechers. They are the infamous duo. They are danger not wonder

our Nandini is in danger too because they are living in the same apartment. 

How do you know all these things?

Sundary gives me three online dance classes a week. 

 How long the shooting will go? What danger comes in her way? Will Nandini come back ?

I am not a foreteller, I don't have divya shakti. I have told Bharatavarsha he has sent a girl to Hyderabad to save her from danger and bring her back as soon as possible.

He should have gone himself or he should have sent a man!

You are too intelligent Syamala. You are a genius! She has to live with her in her place. 

Syamala was convinced with Vindya but Chaitanya was not. From a distance he was watching their conversation. When the conversation is over he came to Vindhya and said " I have a straight question , I want the straight answer, when you can't trust men how did you trust Bharatavarsha? Isn't he a man?" 

"He is not a man. He is a gentleman." cut short Vindhya. Chaitanya was dazed again.


Gadiraju Palace is the  spectacular beach palace, a15 minute walk from Kailasagiri Park.  The luxurious hotel on Visakha beach is an elite space with  unparalleled aesthetics. It is the place for grand weddings, great exhibitions  and product launches. It resembles Meenakshi palace in Mysore. 

In the 25,000sft Convention hall  Alekhya homes launches a new venture. It is also the property exhibition show. The city mayor lighted the lamp and started the exhibition. Several developers, stake holders and new reporters participated in the show. The lights were turned off in the big hall. The video of the township was shown to nearly thousand audience sitting in the large hall. 

 Later the lights were on. "We have already started construction of Yakshini township spread across 30 acres near Bheemili " said Sundar the Chairman of Alekhya homes. "We can hope to start allocating the apartment  by March next year,” said Alekhya the director of Alekhya homes. 

"We've opened a website and started e booking also. We will float bids for the commercial spaces only after the residential part is completed. We will we invite applications for civic community sites, and then e-auction the commercial sites." Said the marketing Manager.

Factors like delivery rate, location of the projects developed, after-delivery services,  on all these parameters  Ahalya homes  is the best. said the Mayor. 

The meeting was over. Alekhya, Sundar, Adya, Syam  Grace and Timpany sat one side of the ten seater table. Shivani developers chairman Teja and his wife Shivani. Margaux and her husband were seated on the other side of the table. The lunch was being served.

Alekhya introduced Grace and Timpany to Sundar. Adya introduced them to her husband Syam.  Margaux and her husband to all. "He is alloy steel manufacturer Deshpande " 

Sundar: What do you do Syam? 

Syam: I have a microbrewery.

Alekhya : You have to take property Syam

Syam: I will try. but what is the price?

Sundar: The price begins at 50 lakh.

Alekhya : Grace what about you?

Grace:   I will ask my husband. 

Sundar: Did you not invite her husband?

Alekhya : He is very reserved. 

Sundar : Mrs. Timpany what about you?

Adya : She is the wife of a shoe mart owner. He suffered a loss and closed the shop.

Adya said to Alekhya. Alekhya said the same thing to her husband. 

Sundar : If she is financially not doing well , It's ok. Her sister Grace has a big company. Her husband is the biggest acqua culturist.  We can count on her. 

Alekhya: You started the company in my name and gave me  the position of a director.  

Adya: Grace's husband started her business with his ex wife's name " Meenakshi exports"

All people laughed. Timpany and Grace were taken aback. 

Teja: He must have started the company before he married Grace. 

Adya : No after his marriage with Grace he started Meenakshi exports"

All the guests laughed again. The sisters felt like slapped. 

Sunder quickly stopped laughing and said " Ok, stop laughing. Who knows she will be the CEO of the company. Alekhya "She was not educated enough to be the CEO. 

Sundar looked at Grace and Timpany. Grace was felling small but Timpany looked proud.

She looked at Adya and Alekhya and said "I will offer something bigger  you can ever ask" 

Everybody was surprised to listen to Timpany's words. "What is the cost of the Yakshini project?" She asked. Alekhya and Adya were shocked at her audacity. " It is 100 crores." said Alekhya. " I will take the entire venture" said Timpany. This time all people broke into laughter. Timpany and Grace walked away. 


Anandalnilayam Garden. Basava, Kesava, Agastya, Manjusha sat amid flowers. It was a colorful moment. The master of the day who set the sky ablaze is tired and retiring to the western horizon. The sky was aglow with his orange light. White clouds  drifting lazily in the gentle breeze. In that colourful moment Kesava was playing Mrudanga  looking at the sky. 

"Is there a grenade blast in the sky?

 or a colourful smoke bomb?

Are they colours god's moods?

Lo! the clouds spread all over the sky

Are they really clouds or thick cotton balls?

The sun isa fire ball or a brandy drop 

burning down the throat of sky." Said Basava. 

 Agastya" Basava you have a tree in your heart. It is the beautiful poetry" 

 Basava " Yes! poetry without rhyme scheme" He laughed at himself.

Agastya " you are a pandit of blank verse" 

Kesava began playing the gentle beats gradually he reached rapid beats and played Mrudanga groves (combined effect of beat and rhythm) on Mrudanga that surrounded the garden of Anandanilayam. Basava and Agastya are transfixed to the beauty of sound.

"You have chosen the path of music. You have gone very far." Said Basava. 

 "You have magic in your fingers. You are a Maestro" Said Agastya. 

Kesava was unmindful of the comments he is totally immersed in the groove. He produced a mrudanga loop with unparalleled gusto for a few minutes. Finally when he stopped Munjasha came into the garden with tea. "Is it Druvatala or Aditala?" asked Basava.

" The clouds and your verse enthused me. The music I played is groove. The Mrudanga loop is wave of rhythm which is the response to the inspiration. Are you inspired by clouds? asked Agastya.   

"Why not? Cloud inspired Kalidasa. It is the chief element in his literature Meghadhoot. So is it the chief element in my Rhythm. Clouds have the beautiful symbolism.  They charge our heart with emotions." said Kesava. 

Wow! Kesava  what happened to you? you are describing the beautiful symbolism of clouds?!  Do you have Nephophilia (love of clouds)?" said Manjusha. All the friends laughed.  "Have you stolen your Guru's heart? " said Agastya.

"Why stealing his heart ? His heart is here. He left his heart here and went away." said Kesava showing Varsha's latest poems.  Agastya took the book of poetry and opened it. It was full of hand written poems. He started reading the first poem.

Solitary Poet

Oh solitary poet in the  gloomy graveyard

why hangest here  for a  promenade 

The night is cold and the scene is dreadful 

Why is the smile on your lips so wistful?

Screeching owls squawking rooks 

flickering flame  all hopes in wrecks

what of your fame that reached apogee

why wanderst thou like a refugee

Abundant tombs, withered wreaths

souls sauntering without sheaths

This is what remains when life ends

No one  ever death transcends

Too short is life's window

Bygone is all but a shadow

When Agastya finished reading Basava said "The astounding spray of emotions. He imparted sweetness to melancholy. Manjusha brought tea into the garden a while ago. She was only waiting to give them tea overhearing the poem. She said looking at the sky " 

It is the cosmic art exhibition 

presided over by the sun

relaxing after day long run

It is the visible manifestation 

of the invisible force 

the golden verse of the universe

"Cosmic art exhibition is a nice word. said Manjusha. "Where is Varsha? we have come here to invite him to farewell Raghava who is leaving for Bangalore " said Basava.

 "He went to the art exhibition. I mean Vidisha's art exhibition." Said Manjusha.

 Neither Basava nor Agastya understood what she meant. They looked puzzled. At the same time Malini was seen coming out of the door with her childhood friend Damini. They were walking towards the gate. Malini was giving a send off. Manjusha said " Lakuma's mother Aruna is coming tomorrow. Lakuma has left home.  It causes concern to my mother. The second concern is Vidisha who is not normal. The third was Varsha who is going about Vidasha. His poems reveal his heart and his experiences.. before Manju stopped Basava said " You mean the solitary poet is his experience?" Agastya said " He must have gone to the grave? If so why did he go?"  " Vidisha was going to grave my brother Varsha and her father both followed her. " said Manjusha. "What Raghva said was correct." said both Basava and Agastya. What did he say? asked Kesava. 


It was an ordinary house in Madhuravada , housing board colony. Savitri is on tape bed.  Timpany ( Tejovathi) and Gayatri ( Grace) were at the bedside.  "Amma , please come with me to my place. While I can take care of you in my palace why should you endure this hardships in this old age?" Said Grace. Savitri did not speak. Timpany said "She will not come to either of us because we are not settled in life"  " uh! settling in life is too small a word. I am filthy rich." Grace gave an anguished cry. 

Savitri saw her daughter in distress and began to tell her " Do you know why you are crying?" Grace looked surprised. " You don't know nor your sister (Tejovathi) knows. Grace looked bewildered.  Savitri smiled and continued...

" Look Gayatri, ever since you married I started living in the charitable old age home. You and Tejovathi have asked me several times to come with you. I never opened my lips though you have asked me several times. Gayatri you think that Tejovathi is not rich so if I don't go to her it is okay for you. But you don't  for sufficient reasons. 

I am not in thirties like you. You are searching for meaning of life in money and status. You are searching for satisfaction in luxuries.  I am  neither looking for money nor luxuries at the age of 70.  I want to discover the meaning of life in  peace and penance. I need loneliness for freedom for repentance. 

My young age was taken over by troubles because I married an uneducated man who spent most of his life as lorry cleaner.  He became a driver but his joy was short lived. His death left us in the lurch. The Christian missionaries helped us but took advantage of our poverty and converted us to Christianity.  My middle age was taken over by fears. I was afraid of your safety and your future.  

I adjusted my self to Christianity reluctantly. The missionary died.  Looking at Grace Savitri said "She ( Tejovathi) married three times no marriage stood for her. The three husbands are the same. This is the third marriage he has financial acclivity.  

Tejovathi dissolved in tears.  "No one was financially strong." 

I was in the Christian old age home until a week ago but I was not happy there. She said and suddenly stopped when she saw a young man with coffee. He has an interesting face , brilliant eyes and a cheerful voice. He placed the coffee flask on the table and offered coffee to all.  He said " Amma why did you stop telling." 

Who is he said Tejovathi looking at the young man of 25 years  " He is joseph" said Savitri.

I am joseph Venkateswarulu.  I am an irreligious man. Religion is an occupation to me. 

Who are you what are you doing here? What happened to the old age home?  asked Tejovathi.  "He came three days ago to this place. He does not know anything." said Savitri.

I am a servant of  Anandasadan. Off course people call me manager. The missionary old age home was closed  a week ago for want of funds. For two days 40 members of the old age home stayed under a tree here. A kind hearted man saw these people and shifted them to a four storied building. said Joseph Venkateswarulu. 

What is this house ? why is my mother here?  asked Grace.

This is my quarter. I live in the near by village. You mother wanted to live alone. There is a temple in the opposite street. She spends her time in the service of God.  Since I don't live here your mother is here.  said Joseph Venkateswarulu. 

Who's the kind hearted man behind this Anandasadan? asked Grace

His name is Bharatavarsha. Said Joesph Venkatswarulu. 

Bharatavarsha is a familiar name. His name is familiar in news paper , radio and television said Grace. "He is reconverting the old age people into Hindu dharma." said Savitri. 

Have you gone back? We have no problem we can bear Hindutva. said Grace.

"But I can not bear Christianity." Said Savitri sharply. Grace was startled. 

 Savitri smiled and said "That's why I want to be here." Grace was struggling to understand. 

Look Gayatri your lives are lawless (disorderly without peace) but you need some time to realize and accept the truth. your heart has hopes. you have the age. you have bodily needs, I have  spiritual needs. Don't worry. go in your way. You can visit and go. Don't cry for me. 


Psychiatrist Rajendra looked at Seshachalam “The patient's mental state examination (MSE) score was 17/30. She showed no bradykinesia, muscle rigidity, or finger tremor. She has no emotional problems. MRI revealed bilateral parieto‐occipital and mild left temporal cortical atrophy.  CT perfusion showed decreased cerebral blood flow in the bilateral parietal and frontal regions. CSF showed no abnormality.” 

Seshachalam had a terrified look. Vidisha sat beside her father. “Nothing to worry about. She is normal.  she has hallucinations due to sleeplessness and weakness. 

He looked at Vidisha and smiled " Eat well,  sleep well. Don't think too much. Do meditation and when use the sleeping tablets." He later looked at Seshachalam and said " No spirits , no predictions , nothing. 

The road death of the three people" stammered Seshachalam

Doctor: It is a mere co incidence. Don't bother about it. 

When they were about to go doctor's assistant came in. The doctor asked him have you found it? His voice showed anxiety. " No sir , I have searched for your car keys everywhere. I have searched in madam's desk, pharmacy , even the operation theatre. I don't think you have brought they keys to the hospital. You must have forgotten at home!

The doctor got very angry " I came by car to the hospital." His assistant was dazed.

Vidisha : The yellow shirt patient who came to see you has taken it.  

Seshachalam : How do you know?

Doctor : Ha hha.. hhaa. This is called hallucination. 

While he was laughing a man wearing blue shirt brought the key and gave it to the doctor.

The Assistant : You said yellow shirt? Doctor is correct. It is hallucination!

Blue shirt man : My brother came to hospital. He picked up your keys on your table thinking that they are his car keys.  He has asked me to hand over the keys to you. 


Ferdowsi - Kalhana

 ఫిరదౌసి 940 ప్రాంతంలో తౌసు అనే పట్టణంలో జన్మించాడు. చిన్నప్పటి నుంచి అతను చాలా గ్రంధాలు చదివి, మంచి జ్ఞానాన్ని ఆర్జించి చక్కని కవిత్వపటుత్వము, భాషాశైలి అలవడ్డ తరువాత షానామా అనేగ్రంధం వ్రాయడం మొదలు పెట్టాడు.

Ferdowsi was a historian-poet comparable with Kalhana who wrote Rajatarangani. Ferdowsi's  Sha-nama is analogous with Rajataragini because Sha-nama presents the valour of Persian kings like Rajatarangini. 

Rajatarangini ("The River of Kings") is a metrical legendary and historical chronicle of the north-western part of India, particularly the kings of Kashmir. It was written in Sanskrit by Kashmiri historian Kalhana in the 12th century CE. Sha-nama is the national epic of Iran, Afghanistan, and Tajikistan written during  977 and 1010 CE

షానామా అనగా రాజుల చరిత్ర అని అర్ధము. బాహిరీ-తాఖ్ రబ్ అనే పార్సీ వృతాలలో 60,000 పద్యాలతో కూడిన గొప్ప ఇతిహాస గ్రంధాలలో షానామా ఒకటి. షానామా పలు ప్రపంచదేశ భాషలలోనికి తర్జుమా చేయబదినది కూడా.

ఫిరదౌసి షానామా వ్రాస్తున్న విషయం దేశంలో వ్యాపించింది. అతని కావ్యం విన్నవారంతా ఆతనిని సన్మానిస్తూ ఉండేవారు. ఈవార్త కొంతకాలానికి గజనీ పురసుల్తాను మహమ్మద్ ఆస్థానంలోకి కూడా ప్రాకింది. భారతదేశం మీదకి అనేక దండయాత్రలు చేసిన గజనీ మహమ్మద్ ఫిరదౌసిని తన ఆస్థానానికి రప్పించేడు.

సుల్తాను ఆస్థానం చేరే ముందు అక్కడ ఒక విచిత్ర సంఘటన జరిగింది. గజనీ పట్టణముబైట ఉద్యానవనంలో అతనిని ఆంసరీ, ఆస్ జాదీ, పరూఖి అనే ముగ్గురు ఆస్థాన కవులు కలుసుకున్నారు. పల్లెటూరి వానివలే కనిపిస్తున్న ఫిరదౌసిని నీవెవరని ప్రశ్నించగా నేనొక కవినని అతడు బదులు చెప్పాడు. వారు ఆతనిని పరీక్షంచ డానికి షక్ అనే అంత్యప్రాసతో కూడిన పద్యపాదములు తలాఒకటి చదివారు. పారశీ భాషలో షక్ అనే అక్షరంతో ముగిసే శబ్దాలు మూడుమాత్రమే ఉండగా నాల్గవది ఫిరదౌసి చెప్పాడు. అప్పుడు వారు ఆశ్చర్యపోయి ఫిరదౌసిని ఆస్థాన కవిగా నియమించారు.

సుల్తాను ఆస్థానం ప్రవేశించి ఫిరదౌసి తన కావ్యంలో కొంత భాగాన్ని వినిపించాడు. అతని రచనానైపుణ్యానికి సుల్తాను ఆస్థానమంతా దిగ్భ్రాంతి చెందింది. అతనిని అందరు ప్రశంసించారు. సుల్తాను సింహాసనం దిగి ఎంతో గౌరవంతో షానామాను తన ఆస్థానంలో ఉండి ముగించమని కోరేడు. ప్రతిపద్యానికీ ఒక సువర్ణ దీనారు ఇస్తానని వాగ్దానం చేసాడు. సుల్తాను కోరిక కాదనలేక ఫిరదౌసి సమ్మతించాడు.

ఫిరదౌసి తన శక్తినంతా వినియోగించి 30సం. శ్రమించి గ్రంధం పూర్తిచేసి సుల్తాను చేతిలో పెట్టాడు.సుల్తాను తన వాగ్దానం చెల్లించుకోకుండా సువర్ణదీనారులకు బదులి వెండిదీనారులు కొన్ని సంచులలో వేసి పంపినాడు. ఫిరదౌసి ఈ అవమానం సహించలేకపోయాడు. అవమానంతో క్రుంగి ఇతరౌలకు చెప్పకుండా గజనీ పట్టణము విడిచి వెళ్ళిపోయాడు.పోయేటప్పుడు ఒక దుప్పటీ ఒక కర్రమాత్రం తనతో తీసుకున్నాడు. అప్పటికి అతని వయస్సు 75సం. దాటినది.

వెళ్ళేముందు తన ఆవేదనని తెలుపుతూ కొన్ని పద్యాలు వ్రాసి సుల్తానుకు పంపాడు.  దేశ చరిత్రలోవలె వాజ్మయంలో కూడా గజనీ సుల్తాను అపకీర్తి చిరస్థాయిగా నిలిచిపోయింది. ఫిరదౌసి దేశ సంచారం చేస్తూ బాగ్దాదు .కొంతకాలానికి అతని స్వగ్రామం తౌసు చేరుకున్నాడు. సుల్తాను హిందూదేశం ముట్టడి ముగించి తన పట్టణం వెళ్ళిపోతూ మార్గంలో ఒక శత్రువులకోట ముట్టడివేశాడు. ఈవార్త తెలిసి కోటలోనివారు ఫిరదౌసి ఒకప్పుడు వ్రాసిన "నీకంటే గొప్ప చక్రవర్తులు ఎందరో ఈప్రపంచం నుండి వెళ్ళిపోయారు నీవెంతకాలం ఈదండయాత్రలు చేస్తూ ఉంటావు అనే   ఫిరదౌసి అపఖ్యాతి పద్యాలను  సుల్తానుకు  వినిపిస్తారు.

సుల్తాను సిగ్గుతో ఆముట్టడి విరమించి ఫిరదౌసి ఉనికి తెలుసుకొని గజనీ పట్టణము చేరిన తరువాత తొలివాగ్దానం చేసిన ధనం కంటే అధికముగా రాయబారుల చేతికిచ్చి ఫిరదౌసికి పంపించేడు. కానీ ఫిరదౌసి రాయబారులు తౌసు నగరం చేరేసమయానికి మర్త్య లోకం విడిచి వెళ్ళిపోయాడు. ధనరాసులతో రాయబారులు తౌసు పట్టణములోనికి ఒక ద్వారం గుండా ప్రవేసిస్తుండగా అతని మృతకళేబరము మరొక ద్వారం నుండి కదలిపోయినది.

Such great poets and writers are plenty in our country but there are no such memorials to glorify them. The cinema halls are there to glorify the actors and their children but they are cemeteries of our culture.

Ghalib and his Gazhals

Ghalib (dominant) the pen name of  Mirza Asadullah Beg Khan. He was the preeminent Urdu and Persian- poet  born in 1797 during the last years of the Mughal Empire. Ghalib, the last great poet of the Mughal Era, is considered to be one of the most popular and influential poets of the Urdu language. Today Ghalib remains popular not only in India and Pakistan but also among the Hindustani diaspora around the world.

Parents :

Mirza Ghalib was born in Kala Mahal, Agra into a family descended from Aibak Turks.  His paternal grandfather, Mirza Baig a Turk. He had immigrated to India from Samarkand during the reign of Ahmad Shah. 

Theme of Gazhal 

A ghazal commonly consists of five to fifteen couplets, which are independent, but are linked – abstractly, in their theme. It is very similar to the Petrarchan sonnet whose central theme is estrangement  in love or eternal desire unfulfilled.  

Ghalib's Gazhals 

At the age of thirteen, Ghalib married Umrao Begum in accordance with upper class Muslim tradition. After his marriage he settled in Delhi. In one of his letters he describes his marriage as the second imprisonment, the initial confinement was life itself. The idea that life is one continuous painful struggle which can end only when life itself ends, is a recurring theme in his poetry. One of his couplets puts it in a nutshell.