Tuesday, April 12, 2022

The Argument 10

Lakuma slept but  late night. Aruna could not sleep at all that night. The flashes of her early marital life moved across her mind like pictures on the silver screen. Krishnan the handsome promising director in the film field was tying knot in her neck ... while the clarinet was singing sweet melodies .. another scene.. she rested her head on his shoulder while he was driving Maruti 1000 cc. In those days it was the latest, the biggest and the most prestigious. The clarinet was singing sweet melodies. Aruna's marriage was video graphed very poorly. The videographer  used clarinet as the background music. She likes clarinet. clarinet is next to dance to her. So she did not mind video. She recorded her marriage in her mind and stored in her heart. She recalls the clarinet music. It stands for her marriage and generates romantic feelings. For some people it is el passo perfume and for some people it is Rangoon creeper for some people it is the clarinet music strange though..  That music brings heavenly feelings too. 

Another scene  on her mind ... First time she went into a cafeteria with Krishnan. He was a Malayalee classical film director. She is Telugu dancer. She acted in two films in his direction. They both sat in a corner. Krishnan ordered coffee. He had admiration for dance. They was nothing else between them. But a newspaper wrote about the affair between Aruna and Krihanan. That newspaper was lying on the table. People were whispering. Tears were swelling in Aruna's eyes. Her hand were on the coffee table. There is hanky in her hands. She did not try to wipe her tears nor did she try to hide them.  Krishnan laid his hand on Aruna's hands. He gently took the hanky from hands and started wiping her tears. All the customers of the cafeteria turned their heads. She was staring at him quite dazed.  He was looking deep into her eyes. There was not a single word between them yet they communicated.   They did not have coffee. They forgot that it was brought and placed on the table. The boy even waved his hand on their faces but in vain. Suddenly the media swarmed around. They rose from the chairs. Krishnan took Aruna's hand into his " we are marrying" He said. 

Another scene .... Krishnan shouted cut... cut .. cut... "you spoiled my mood with your dance" He shouted again .. This is the sixth time she is doing the same dance steps in a temple premises. "The light was falling, my patience too. Pack up!!!" He shouted.  The unit moved from the location. Aruna fearfully sat beside Krishnan in the car.  They reached Oberai hotel. In the suite .. the man who looked upset suddenly pounced on Aruna and pushed her on to the bed, kissed her all over her waist. Aruna pushed him and got up. She stood in front of him. He sat on the bed  and looked amorously at her wait and breast. She was still in the dance apparel. She did not hide her charms. They were man and wife. The clarinet was singing sweet tunes in her ears. He demanded the same dance movements particularly the movements of the wait. Aruna shivered like a tender leaf.  Your moving waist's irresistible charm has spoiled my mood. He pulled her on to the bed.  The clarinet was singing sweetest  melodies ever during the bedroom marathon 

Another quick snap shot of audio release function moved across her mind. Later a movie release function. Aruna sighed How fast the time moved. Three consecutive hits. Aruna was pregnant.  The fourth movie was such a big flop that nobody came for his direction later. He became the producer. It was his fifth film as a director and the first film as a producer.  Oh... no. The film was declared failure the very next day of release. Pity is that it has worsened his reputation. Aruna was getting chances. she commanded good dance roles. She did only dance roles.  

Another hot scene I am acting as a heroine of the movie even a vamp role only to clear the debts. Please stop films and do some other business. said Aruna.. That night Krishnan did not come home. Aruna slept with her baby. The baby was crying for milk. Aruna got up to prepare milk for her baby. She came into this world from her reveries ( dreaming). She went into Lakuma's room and saw Lakuma sleeping. She gazed at her babygrown up into a nubile girl. She sighed deeply and went back to her room. She had wink of sleep in the wee hours.

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Dawn broke in Dwaraka.  The light of heaven shattered into dyes. The sky looks like a canvas of mixed colors of purple and orange.   Dwaraka villa with a beautiful green garden shines like a gold girdle studded with  emerald stones. The zephyr whistles in the garden.

The brilliant stars at night 

started fading out of sight

The sun's warm rays slant

had night's stars supplant

In the blue velvet sky

A black bird sits high

is singing pure liberty

the wind blew naughty

the sun crawls up like turtle

the sky's no more red and purple.


The increasing white radiance is like  angels hosting peace in the sky.  God's spreading a white shawl on the shoulders of the noble mother-earth to honour her for her love and kindness. The rivers are curling and brooks are purling.  The early morning birds are chirping. The entire nature is overwhelmed in the joy.  It is the largest felicitation ceremony in the universe that happens everyday. 



 served a a wake up call to Aruna. She woke up too bath and got fresh. With a fresh smile she went into Lakuma's room with a cup of coffee. They both sat in the garden with cups of coffee. The nature is so beautiful and so graceful like mother's face.  A tiny humming bird was sucking nectar from red flowers. "Mom, why don't you buy this extraordinary villa ?"  Aruna smiled and said " It costs 10 crores! It is meant for the extra ordinary!" replied Aruna. " You are extraordinary, aren't you? " No, I am not. that is why I am paying fifty thousand towards rent." Don't you have ten crores!" exclaimed Aruna. 

It is good that you asked me, my income is three and five lakhs a month. 

Shame on you ! you are a film star!

Off course! I acted in films and made good money but your father made films with that money too. His films failed flat at the box office. I am paying some of his loans now.

That is why I decided to act in films and later make films. Good films!

I will never let that happen. don't even think of films.concentrate on studies get a good career. It is not necessary that everybody in family act in films. who will give you chances ?


Mr. Naidu gives me a chance. I am willing to act.

don't show your demi-wits. Naidu is a demon. This path is full of thorns and cobbles stones. 

Your morning preaching began! You are always like that

what about studies? You are in the final year. Concentrate on studies, 

I will quit studies. and join films. 

No.. I have told you that this path is full of thorns and cobbles stones. 

If that is true how  did you walk the path?

 This is not the time to argue. It is time to understand for the good of your own life. 

No chance , I have made up my mind and Naidu too. He will give me a chance. 

I had never dreamed that one day the acquaintance with Naidu will lead to your divorce from studies and down fall. Oh my head is breaking! where is Kesava? I want some tea. saying so Aruna walked into his bedroom. She saw the empty bed and a white letter lying on it. It was a handwritten letter. Aruna took the letter with surprise filled eyes and was shocked after reading. O God! Ah! Kesava ! where did you go away. she screamed in pain. 

Lakuma was annoyed at the screaming of her mother and said "  You shouting through the roof as if the hell broke down on Dwaraka. Let him go if he doesn't like. 

Aruna's face turned red and eyes were showing flames. 

Exactly at that time Lakuma said "Who cares the orphan fellow!"

Before Lakuma finished Aruna's hand hand landed on Lakuma's jaw. 

Poor orphan boy ! Where have you gone! with tears in her eyes her she called up the inspector and went into bath later Aruna finished her bath and dressing up at the mirror Lakuma was crying in the hall. Aruna knew well that it is an act of vindication. When Aruna refused to meet her demands she would often break down into tears, crying in sobs she will achieve her ends. " Very strategic girl!" said Aruna loudly and entered the hall. Lakuma stopped crying. The inspector was standing at the door. Aruna gave the inspector kesava's photo,  and said " The boy could have been deeply hurt by this girl,  inspector somehow fetch the poor boy please!"  " Don't worry ! I will get me in a few hours" the inspector  assured her and left. 

Lakuma " Is it my mistake if he left the house? You are blaming me for no fault of mine. I will not stay with you. I will go to my dad in Kerala" Lakuma showed a grave face!

Her face reminded Aruna of Lakuma's childhood days. She used to cry for everything like that. Lakuma once saw a monkey with a beggar. She liked the monkey so Aruna let her play with it. But fifteen minutes later she started crying for the monkey. The whole day She showed the same kind of face.  Aruna kept laughing and laughing.  Aruna came out of past. Lakuma looked like a child. Aruna showered smiles, with bland language and motherly love she took her into her bedroom. They both sat on Aruna's bed. 

You want to act in films, right ? why don't you try in other fields like dance and music? saying so she went to the cupboard opened it and took out a historical photo of the dancer.  This picture is handed down for generations , from children to children and children to children. My forefather s gave it to my great grand mother and she gave it to my grand mother and she gave it to my mother. Finally my mother gave it to me.  what do you think about this picture? said Aruna.

She is a beautiful dancer.  From the pose we can infer that it is Bharatanatyam. She must be regal whore! We can deduce it from the stone pillars in the background. said Lakuma.          "Stop feeling like Sherlock Holmes!  Court dancers aren't whores! They are artistes.  The pose and the attire shows that she is a kathak dancer.  Kathak a popular dance form in Akbar's time. Kathak has two forms, romantic and devotional. The former is exhibited in king's court and the latter in temples. She took a pause and threw an angry look at her daughter. Lakuma stood up, with a vexed face she turned side ways. Aruna looked at her slant and said " Hello, Sherlock Holmes! the stone pillars in the background are temple pillars. It is a long temple corridor like Rameswaram temple." taunted Aruna.

Okay! My deductions are wrong. You need not give me the title Sherlock Holmes! said Lakuma.  But have given  the title to your ancestor several generations behind. She is your great grand mother." said Aruna.   Lakuma  looked surprised.  She took the picture into her hands and passed her hand gently over the picture. It was a painting. " umh. umh. she adjusted her throat and said generally anybody gets carried away for the looks which form impressions" " Yes, that is the big mistake you are doing." said Aruna and continued " A white man is regarded as intellectual. Anyone who wears a suit is regarded as superior, a Film actor is a hero, film career is heaven. This is gross result of your deductions (assumptions)" replied Aruna. This is what the whole world thinks burst Lakuma.  Aruna broke into laughter.  The whole world never thinks so,  stupid people only can think like that. What you see with eyes must be checked with your intellect that comes from education and common sense. You have to end the movies craze and work towards a nobler goal of bringing back our traditions. " People are not thinking of traditions , they are following trends" said Lakuma coolly.  At least for our ancestors' sake you have to give it a trial." said Aruna. Mom, You learned dace you are popular in media for your dance. I am not, Off course I can learn  but is the use? asked Lakuma with questioning tone. " The traditions will survive." pat came the reply from Aruna.   What If I become a dancer like you will the traditions survive? Lakuma laughed. Aruna's face reddened she maintained her cool "  How difficult it is to talk to a fool" she said to herself and spoke out " when I ask you to follow the family traditions I am asking all the youngsters to follow the ancestors. If all young people learn the family traditions and trade the culture thrives on its own" 

Lakuma " Your lecture on culture has begun! give your lectures to uneducated people I am studying B. Tech. How can we do the same nasty thing those dancers have done with kings in those days. The courtesans were merely whores. 

Aruna " I have never seen you reading anything besides your textbooks, such dull head speaks in the same way. Everything looks green to a jaundiced eye. You think that courtesans are whores. Have you ever read about Rupmati, Hajrat Mahal , Guljar and Ranadil. They despite being court dancers , self motivated , courageous patriots with wit and wisdom. Above all they are self-respecting and never stooped to the level of whores. 

Rupmati was a world famous for her beauty. She was living with Malwa king. You can call that live together. But the court dancers  were quite dedicated to whom they live with. They loved them with all their heart. Rupmati was an example of such character. Akbar with a great lust for Rupmati wanted to have her. He declared war against Malwa and won. When Rupmati got the news Rupmati consumed poison and ended her life. She preferred death to wealth. Akbar was stronger and wealthier but it is Rupmati's selfrespect that has won. Akbar felt defeated by Rupmati. Aurangjeb killed his brother Dara and sent message for Dara's mistress Ranadil through a messenger who said the king was greatly attracted to her. Ranadil asked the messenger what in her is the  attraction to the king. The messenger said that it was her face. then without waiting a second Ranadil cut her face and gave the skin and blood to the messenger. Many hundreds of court dancers not only donated money to the freedom movement but also took to streets. They were beaten black and blue  by the British soldiers. They are the unsung heroines. Aruna was continuing ..



Lakuma : How do you know all these things ?

Aruna : because I am educated.. 

Lakuma felt very small for her ignorance but she covered it with her arrogance she said        " You mean I am not educated?" Her voice was loud but not strong, Her face was pale. 

Aruna "Only studying text books is not education but many people think like that. One who thinks like that stinks!!!You have least influence of education. I wonder If you have any common sense!

Well Mom, I understood. You don't  want me to act in films! I know will never help me. You are doing  everything to discourage me, I have no doubt that you will turn against me and foil my efforts using your influence  but I am going to act in films. Remember kites fly against the wind. 

You are already acting in life why in films?

I am acting in life!!??

What is that you have been doing for eighteen years?! What is all that you are doing in the name of college education? How many people really love education? Aruna asked the  million dollar question and walked out peevishly. She got into the car and left. 

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Friday, April 8, 2022

Poems of life -22 sonnets

1. Poem

Things that are in life's rush concealed

or feelings in dullness of language buried 

are first by a poet clearly perceived

later by the reader's heart received

In poem's rare words they are poised

later in sweet rhythms they are voiced

Readers minds are by poems enlightened

Their hearts are by their motifs lightened 

In poem's light minds from darkness depart

poet's  thoughts fragrance to life impart 

( only a poet can explain the greatness of a poem)


2.Death 

When loneliness is life’s eternal complexity 

That leads to emptiness and perplexity

When future seems so dim and dreary

When the man in mirror makes self mockery

Death is a nose to soul 

to lose pain as a whole

Those who consider world a hell hole

Tend to look at death as a goal

if the world is so hellish

when man can't the world relish

When grief rules everyday life

When the life is filled with strife

Death is the exit to sufferance

A bold man's preference


3. The End  

The man who dies everyday 

with the fear of death, obeys

life and tells he's his part to play

If troubles with him play

If  life becomes so cold

The man gets  bold 

and goes for the gold

At new life's entrance 

comes chance of avoidance

when the deadly fear is stirred 

and the soul is deterred 

nothing on the earth 

is really worth. 


4.Desire

Don't say desire is base 

It is love's sweetest face

blame not the desire 

It's the fire you can't hire


without desire life is a brier 

It is the love's burning fire

that lasts until you're on bire 

Don’t ever think it is a mire


It plays your heart like a lyre

Making each nerve a burning wire

It dwells in youth's dreams

swells in love's streams


At the dusk of life it is low

without it life ends in sorrow








5.Lust

Lust is biggest human quest

it's the endless cellular thirst

A mortal's immortal quest

It is the restless inner thrust 


it pushes two bodies closer

with the power of a bulldozer

Even the darkness gets wet

with lust's labour's sweat 


Lust is like the earth's crust

without that love gathers rust

Lust is always wrapped in love

and lies hidden like knife in glove


Where is the platonic loe in flesh

Go tell foundlings in the creche


6.Freedom

Absolute freedom is a mere illusion

when you are enslaved by daily needs

survival demands disgraceful deeds

when you can't check other's intrusion

Freedom comes from relaxation 

But when you are ruled by greed

you must everybody heed

You can never check exploitation

You don't need lakhs and lakhs 

to sit at ease and relax

the exploitation will never end

All you need is courage to defend

Freedom is purely the soul's need 

It doesn't depend on material feed


   7. The Castle 

The bird of freedom 

can't fly with fractured wings

All it needs is wisdom

First remove the mental slings

Tears and prayers

Can not freedom offer

cut through fears and despairs

like an experienced chauffeur

Fears and cares are the locks

they often your mind blocks

See the world from your eyes

Or you must pay the price

O! Freedom where can I find

It is a castle built in your mind

              

              8. Heaven

 Where is the Heaven of eternal mirth

 What avail is the heaven after death?

The twinkling stars in the sky's closet

fade at the sight of  your bedecked bonnet

The soft vernal wind that oft blossoms kiss 

My lady's warm bossom brings longer bliss 

Let Heavens piss I don't her bossom miss

What avail is the heaven's berth?

when the heaven is not on the earth

Who knows Heaven after death?

My ladies curves my nerves serves

who care if the heaven pearls hurls!

Who's the fool to miss the seamless joys

on earth and make a shameless choice


          9.Conscience

At the dead of night when crickets cease

Why singest thou in my tired ears

plaintive tunes that arouse funeral fears  

stop the maddening the sound of geese


 Yesterday you played western tunes

 disturbing the resting souls in graves

 Here's a poor poet who for peace craves

 who to the world gave his precious boons

 He walked bare foot so long on thorns

Tonight he is cheerfully drest again

Enough of you dark dragon with horns 

why singest thou another song of pain

Stop dancing in long black tunic 

 Don't make him sick with gristly music 


10. Hopes  ( sonnet)

When I was young and tender 

I traveled on swelling slopes

sporting  tinted wings of hopes

and wander'd on clouds drifting asunder


Rainbow was my hiding place 

The redness of the evening sky 

My lover's cheeks blushed in shy

I enjoyed all my youthful days


All the youth that I cherished 

with transitory time  perished

I am left in green meadows

haunted by  hopes' shadows


I hear murdered hopes' weird rhyme 

How cruel is the testing time   14 


11.  Prime  - (AA BB rhyme)

Oh!  lovely newborn rose

your tender petals froze

in winter snow, who knows 

How  the snow bite goes 4


Silently you bore the brunt

Of your sickly conjugal stunt

for long you clung to the cactus bush

And lived like a lifeless mush  8


You have seen many a season 

Now came your love season

But the cactus called it treason

that caused your heart a lesion 12


Love is a blithesome spring

no matter how old or young 14


12. Flower life


Oh look at the lovely spring 

All flowers in meadows sing 

and swing with graceful zing 

the angels of god that bring


His grace, and outshines the king

their beauty and colour the queens sting

their beauty shines supreme

on verdant lawns by the stream


Flowers  enjoy their prime

merrily singing nature's rhyme

Short is the life but so divine

Those who wear their virtues shine


His golden dew falls on your golden hue

That's makes you youthful primrose new 14

    


13. Delicate mirth  - Sonnet

How many bonds thou art set around my heart

No lady in my life is as cherished as though art

How many hopes thy words have brought

They shake my heart  in loneliness apart


Thou art angel to whom my hopes belong

Thine image rich n splendid my life prolong

To make thou art my bride is my pride

For which though dost cried like a child


Thy moon light promises in my mind linger

Oh!  the moonlight increases my hunger

Thou art the form of ever delicate mirth  

Thy company literally makes my life worth  


I see thy smiles in this moonlit lake

I travelled miles and miles for your sake 14



14. If it deserves ( Heroic Sonnet)


I loved. Yes, It's you I loved 

I am sorry  I can’t say it aloud

you too loved me. I am proud

but sorry people are so crude


Their mouths are hunter’s bows

Their words are poisonous arrows

Don't ever go near their shadows

They bring all sorts of sorrows


When two people love, all are judges

they come up with all sorts of hedges

holding in mind persistent grudges

Their mind from tradition never budges


Once I the people questioned

they shot at me arrows thousand 

They shot arrows and arrows  

until they brought us sorrows


God in heavens reserves 

your bride if your love deserves. 18



15. Hitler's Heaven ( blank verse)

Hitler told Himmler 

Jews must not die simply 

they must die in agony. 

Load them in freight cars

Coat the floors with quicklime

which gives excruciating burns. 

said Himmler to Hitler. 

Freight cars came onto tracks 


They called freight cars final solution

but disguised it as mass deportation 

to the east. Deportation means death.

A top secret known to Hitler and a few.

The rest think that it is resettlement


The windowless cattle wagons 

the freight cars are frightening cars

were awaiting  the innocent jews

who knew not it was their last journey


Mass shootings , sending to ghettos

Forcing to concentration camps

All are synonymous to slow death 

The fastest being slowest freight train


No windows, they  move  slowly 

No food and no water literally 

Suffocation and body burns kill

It is a slow journey into hell 

when the train arrived at the camp

everyone was  already dead. 


16.  Eternal Hatred - (Heroic Sonnet)

No one knows why he hated jews 

No one knows the origin of his views

Historians too seldom have clues

But like venom he hated the jews

As an artist in his early life was a ditcher

He had drawn many a beautiful picture 

But turned himself into a gristly butcher

his Humanism was on stretcher 

He was committed to antisemitism

That turned out to be bloody vampirism 

With his oratory skills he spread it like fire

He was as crooked as general Dyer 12

 

When he was soldier Germany lost the war

It’s believed one lac Jews were false in war


They fought for their father land – Poland

He later got into politics in Deutschland  16


In the Second World War he realized his dream

of exterminating Jews with his holocaust scheme  18


17. Whore ( Heroic sonnet)

The public called me public woman

they publicly blame and defame

but privately covet my body for a game

They are secretly envious of my fame

I am the mother so helpless and dumb  

could not save the girl child in womb

I am the failed mother who killed son

without giving him timely medicine 


I am the woman who never weeps for the stars

I might have slept with a man who deals in stars

for my husband who wants a chance in films

not enough love and sleep, I quench master's whims 12


They call me with names whore bore and more

They love sex, demand woman do it as chore

In the game of man I am simply a pan

 I don't need a beautiful villa and a sedan  16


 All I need is a life without strife

I just  want to be a housewife.  18


18. Enlightened  (Heroic sonnet)

Hindu Christians Christian Hindus

and Indian Muslims are Friendly enemies

Each sect has its own constitution

that leads to eternal constipation


They live closely apart

They are partly together

wholly exist in their holes

and try to prove others fools


Each want others to be enlightened

They can't their own mind understand

Alas! mother tongue and mother land

don't appeal to them but they appeal


 to each other to love and learn

what they neither learned nor loved.

They can't themselves at least change

but  hope the entire world to change.


They all need a code uniform 

That can be the biggest reform  18


19. The Tigress and the rain drop  ( blank verse)

At the break of the day the hunter party 

began with drums and snares to catch

birds , boars  rabbits and weasels

They usually travel in labyrinthine paths

In the equatorial evergreen forest 

They move like ants in narrow paths

playing  the mystic rhythm of drums


The hunter party reached the riverside

The most crafty of all  laid the jaw trap 

with a hunk of bleeding flesh with strap


A naive tigress  the jungle resident

Unsuspecting of dangerous precedent

stepped  on the jaw trap and caught 


The tigress grasped her folly

The hunter caught her jolly

The party netted the tigress


It was neither a boar nor a rabbit

Catching a tigress is not their habit

The tigress was bleeding in the trap


But she has not lost all her hope

The played violent. the drums blared

The tigress is confused and stared


They poked her with sharp spikes 

Chocked her in net until sun set 

The clouds moved over head

The first rain drop fell on her head

The tigress  at once her fears shed


She growled with all her strength

And struggled her way out, at length

The hunters have lost their strength

The tigress escaped into the green forest   

But she still has the trap in the leg


Prodigious injuries austere tragedies 

villainous captivity and nasty calamity

Is all over. The hunter party has gone!!!


The tigress has the clear hope

One day she can throw the trap

She fondly remembers the rain drop


20.  Fairies hunt   ( slant rhyme )

Since long my senses insist

to find if fairies really exist

I set out on the witch hunt 

On dark and frightening night

The serpentine belt squealed

The lusterless olive jeep moved

The tyres are young and strong 

The yellow lights cut through fog

I have neither permission nor privilege

Perhaps searching for fairy is sacrilege 

I passed the brook, drove towards east 

The jeep was cutting through thick mist

There is neither house nor farmland 

 I reached wilderness, it is a waste land

The  veil of woods afar seems grand

In the headlights appears like a fairyland 

 I drove straight in the freakish weather

Of the frightening night I saw the crooked 

Wooden house with a rocky fountain in front

In fraction of second a creepy feeling crossed 

my mind that many a time I avoided the castle

I dreaded to enter when I visited last winter

Something eerie glows in the dreary castle

A mellifluous soprano voice! is it a throstle!

Is it my beloved friend Farrago Francesca ?

Pity!  I couldn’t my lips open and ask her!

Why Fernando do you deserve a fairy?

 My questioning conscience looked scary 

I kicked open the creaking wooden doors 

I wandered fearlessly in the empty rooms

Sweet Francesca my heart your hand woos

I have n't found fairies but vanquished fears

If you ask me to wait for you I say cheers

I have the eternal hope I can wait for years


21. Her memories  ( AA BB rhyme)

I was walking  the vista

remembering the fiesta 

amid the charming blue hills

watching the nature's thrills

I was climbing uphill 

Down there I see a windmill 

The foot paths are winding

The trees are spellbinding


Slowly the sun lowered 

The heavens rumbled 

The clouds gently poured

The rain I always adored


Up in the sky the clouds brewed

Her sweet  memories rained 

Her memories are sweet first time 

They are sweeter every time

Her touch still feels and fills thrills


22. Eternal  (slant rhyme)

I close my eyes and wonder

What if my eyes close for ever

And  never see the dawn

What if I am forever gone

My bones turn into dust

That flies in the air falls in the river

On the peepal tree under people’s feet

Where is my presence what is the essence

Of my verses do you give me curses

Who am I ? a crumpled picture of shattered dreams?

How long can I stick to your fading memory?

How long can you my verses admire

when your dreams drown in quagmire

 you and I strolled in the cool amber

full moon night in yellow splendor

There the wind my songs chant

 the stars your memories haunt

I am monumental, verbal and eternal

In the blowing air and flowing river

Far away from the loathsome world 



రామసింగం - Ramsingh

This is about my friend  who has always made me proud. He is far above the crowd. He is a designer of several  high-end machines, Industrialist and a Businessman. We are not only friends but also guru to each other. Apart from personal friendship we have family friendship. There is a third dimension to our friendship. That is his literary friendship. Most importantly his literary friendship played part in my visiting institutions where he was the honorary director. His quest for knowledge as well as dissemination of knowledge is incomparable. He made big efforts by spending in educating people around him. He traveled through China and  Africa on his business with great enthusiasm.  He displayed that same enthusiasmin bringing BHARATAVARSHA into Delhi.  My Telugu poetic work on him will disclose his qualities please read below. 

The friendship's flame - Ramsingh Bajwa

శ్రీమన్మంగళాకారంబు, రామసింగంబు, బృందార మదాంబరంబు, గంభీర రూపంబు,  స్నేహ శీలంబు, భక్తి భావంబు, చతుర భాషణంబు, యంత్రసృజనాకుంజరంబు, తంత్ర భేదంబు, వాణిజ్యవాతంబు, విద్యాభిలాషంబు, వినయసంపన్నంబు, సాహిత్య తిలకంబు,  జ్ఞాన వినయ సాంకర్య సముదంచితంబు, అకుంఠిత శ్రమకంబు,  సత్హృదయ భాసురంబు,  సముదాగమ రాగంబు, రమ్భత్వికాస హాసంబు, రమణీయ వదనంబు. హస్తినాపురవాస  పీయూషవర్ష, సత్కర్మ హర్ష, సత్కార్య  సమ్భార,  సంకర్షణ సంతుష్ట విద్వత్తమ ఉత్తమ, సత్తమ, సువిత్తు మిత్రమా, తెలుగు గ్రంధమున్ జూచి స్పందించి, ఆంధ్రులకు అందించి మధురానుభూతులన్ పంచి, అవ్యక్తానందంబు కల్గించి, మిత్రశీలంబు రామసింగంబు రాచసదనంబు, రాచందంబు  నీకు సొంతంబు రామసింగంబు నెరిపె రాచకార్యంబు,   పెక్కు శాస్త్రంబులం జదివి సిక్కు ధర్మంబులం గాచి,  ఖండ  ఖండాలు జుట్టి  బండాలమున్ బట్టి,   జగత్ప్రాణుఁబోలి  జగమంతయూ జుట్టి  బృహత్వ్యాపార ముంజేసి విద్యాకర విద్వత్ విసార విద్యావికాస విచార రామసింగ. 

రాజధానిలో గ్రంధరాజం

 మన ధర్మం ఏమిటో మన సాహిత్యం చెప్పలేకపోతే 

మన ధర్మానికి మన సాహిత్యానికి కూడా విలువవుండదు 

మన భాష లో ఉన్నత పదజాలం  మనకి తెలియకపోతే 

నీచమాయాజాలంలో చిక్కుకుంటే  మధురభావాలు మనకి

దక్కకుంటే మన భాషకి మన బ్రతుకుకీ కూడా విలువుండదు.

 భూపేయంబిది రాయలు మెచ్చిన తెలుగు రత్నాల వెలుగు 
రాజధానిలోని రమణుల కరముల వెలుగు.  


ఉన్నత మైన ఆలోచనలు ఉన్నవారే ఉన్నతులు

వెధవలెప్పుడూ  వెల గురించే ఆలోచిస్తారు కేవలం విలువలగురించి      

మాట్లాడి,  వెలకోసం వెంపర్లాడితే వెలయాళ్ల సమాజం మిగులుతుంది 

ఉన్నకాలు నరుక్కుని పెట్టుకున్న కొయ్యకాలు మెరుస్తున్నాదని 

మురిసిపోయే తల్లితండ్రులు, కార్లుంటే కాళ్ళెందుకనే ప్రభుత్వాలు 

తెలుగు ఎలా వెలుగుతుంది ?  పక్కింటివాడి దీపం ఉంది కదా అని

విషపు మాటలు విడిచిపెట్టి ఎదో ఒకలా తెలుగు మాట్లాడుతున్నానని 

సర్దుకుపోక స్వచ్ఛ మైన తెలుగు భాషని ఆస్వాదించి చూడు. 

 మన ధర్మం మన భాషతోనే మొదలౌతుంది , మన సంస్కృతి మన భాషలోనే బ్రతుకుతుంది. 

 "భారతవర్ష" గ్రంధం మన భాషా సంస్కృతి ధర్మాలగురించి మధురంగా  చెపుతుంది. 

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

భరత్ కుమార్ - నిత్య కథకుడికి నివాళి

అతడో ఎడతెగని కథా స్రవంతి. ఆశువుగా కథలు చెప్పే ఆశు కథావతార్. ప్రతి కథ సినిమా చూస్తున్నట్టుగా ఉంటుంది.అతడి కథలు ఎలాఉంటాయో ఒక్క చంపకమాల పద్యంలో కళ్ళకు కట్టినట్టు వివరించిన పూలబాల.
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భరత్ కథవిని దయ్యాలు లేవని కొట్టిపారేసేవారు మొదట బాగానే ఉంటారు తరువాత దయ్యం వెంట తిరుగుతున్నట్టనుభూతి పొందుతారు అప్పుడు దయ్యం నిజమని పిస్తుంది. మెల్లగా కాళ్ళు వొళ్ళు వణకడం మొదలయ్యాక ఆంజనేయుడి భజన తప్పదని పిస్తుంది, తరువాత రాత్రికి నిద్ర పట్టదు, జ్వరం మాత్రం పట్టుకుంటుంది. ఒళ్ళు వడారము (పూర్తిగా) కంపిస్తుంది. ఈయన కథ వింటే ఈ రకమైన మార్పులు జరుగుతాయి అని చంపకమాల పద్య రూపంలో చెప్పడం జరిగింది.
విజయవాడలోని లూనార్ టెక్నాలజీస్ వ్యవస్థాపకుడు భరత్ కుమార్‌కు కథలు అంటే చాలా ఇష్టం. ఇలాంటి వారిని మనం చాలామందిని చూస్తాము. ఇది గొప్పగా అనిపించక పోవచ్చు కానీ భారత కుమార్ ఆసు కథా భాగవతార్. అదేనండీ ఆసుకథకుడు. అప్పటికప్పుడు కల్పించి హత్తుకునేలా కథ చెపుతాడు. ఇది గొప్పగా అనిపించక పోవచ్చు కానీ భరత్ కుమార్ ఇలా నిత్యం కథలు చెపుతుండే వాడు. దయ్యాలకథలు మాత్రమే చెప్పేవాడు. అవి చాలా భయానకంగా ఉండేవి .

విజయవాడ బెంజ్ సర్కిల్‌లో మేము ఒకే ఆఫీస్‌ లో ఉండేవాళ్ళం. భరత్ కుమార్ లూనార్ టెనాలజీస్ ఆఫిసులో నే కొంత భాగాన్ని నాకు అంటే ఈజీ ఫారిన్ లాంగ్వేజెస్ కు ఇచ్చాడు. అతను ఎప్పుడూ అద్దె కోరుకోలేదు కానీ అతని దాతృత్వంతో నేను ఆఫీసు నడపడలేక నేనే అద్దె ఇచ్చేవాడిని. భాషే మా మధ్య బంధం. ఆయనకు తెలుగు అంటే ఇష్టం. అతని ప్రేమ నిజమైంది. అతను భయానక కథల అంతులేని ప్రవాహం. అతడివి దయ్యాలకథలు నావి ఐతిహాసిక , సాంప్రదాయ కోవకు చెందిన ఉదారమైన అచ్చతెలుగు కథలు.
ఒక సారి సంగీత నృత్య రూపకం పూలబాల ఐతిహాసిక కథ చెప్పగానే క్షణాలలో దానిని ఆధునిక క్రైమ్ కథగా మార్చి చెప్పేసాడు. అందులో కూడా దయ్య ఉంటుంది . అతడి ప్రతీ కథలోనూ దయ్యం ఉంటుంది.
భారతవర్ష నవల మెమెంటో ఇద్దామని వాళ్ళ ఇంటికి వెళ్ళేను.భారతవర్ష నవలకి కొంత ఆర్ధికంగా సాయపడాలనే సద్బుద్ధితో నేను వద్దని ఎంత వారిస్తున్నా వినకుండా, డబ్బు ఫోన్ పే ద్వారా నా అకౌంట్ కి ట్రాన్స్ఫర్ చేసిన నిజమైన తెలుగు భాషాభిమాని మిత్ర శీలి భరత్ కుమార్.

                                                    


Bharat Kumar the founder of Lunar technologies in Vijayawada liked fiction so much that he used to tell me stories everyday because we shared the same office at Benz circle. He gave me a part of his office accepting a small amount as rent. He never wanted rent but I can not live on his generosity. We both never considered money as a bond. Lanugage is the bond between us. He loved Telugu and it was true. He had unending flow of horror stories that formed a bond between us. 

Before Corona had hit and the first lock down was imposed Mr Bharat and I used to sit under one roof, the roof of Lunar Technologies. He is the founder of Lunar technologies.  He accom modated Eazy Foreign Languages in his premises near Benz Circle. It appears to very close people  that he accommodated EFL in his building but I know the truth that he has accommodated EFL in his heart. We were together for years but  never a clash or question between us. There was not even a difference of opinion.  We loved and respected each other like brothers. After classes we sat together telling each other stories. We used to go on walk to the nearest coffee parlor near ABN Andhrajyothi office beside the Chaya Tennis Academy.

Bharatkumar lives in Gayatri Vihar Gated Community on the highway near Kankipadu. I live in Vanukuru. We are close to each other. Yesterday I went to his place and had a very pleasant evening with the story lover and story teller Mr. Bharat Kumar. 






 

 

Sunday, April 3, 2022

సంగీత కొలనులో చెంగల్వలు

పూతచంద్రము గదిలె పుణ్యములు గదిలె     

కోటిపడగలు నొదిలి  కొమ్మలు కదిలె     

తిరుకొళంబులో  తిమిత  పద్మములు  కదిలె    

తిరువెంకటాధీసు దీవెనలు  బడసె     

సంగీత కొలనందు చెంగలించు చెంగల్వలు


 శా. గానశ్రా  ణతనీ    కుఅక్ష  యముగా  కగారా   లగండ  శైలా        

   గాన్ధార స్వరమం  తకంఠ  మునఇం   కగానీ  కచ్చపి స్వనం    

   బేనాలిం  చివిన  బ్రమంది  మనసే   విరాజి  ల్లిరాసి చ్చెయా     

   వీణాపా ణిసుతుం డుభూరి  కవితా  భివాద మ్ముగార మ్ముతో  

 

  గాన  శ్రాణత   = గాన పరిపక్వత ;  నీకు  అక్షయము  గాక ;    గారాల గండశైలా = ముచ్చటైన కోకిలమ్మా         

  గాన్ధార స్వరమంత  =  మధుర స్వరము;  కంఠమున ఇంకగా = గొంతులో ఇంకగా;                                               

   నీ  కచ్చపి స్వనంబే  =  (సరస్వతి వీణపేరు కచ్ఛపి)  ఆ వీణా తంత్రుల నాదము (వంటి స్వరము) 

   నాలించివిని = శ్రద్దగా విని  అబ్ర మంది  = అబ్బుర మంది ;  మనసేవిరాజిల్లి   = మిక్కిలి ఆనందించి 

   రాసిచ్చెయా ;  వీణాపా ణిసుతుండు  = సరస్వతీ పుత్రుడు; భూరి కవితాభివాద మ్ము =  కవితా ప్రణామము  

   గార మ్ముతో  = గౌరవముతో 


శార్ధూల గణ  మత్తేభ యతి :  14  అక్షరము 

 గానశ్రా  ణతనీకు అక్షయము  గాదె గారాల  గండశైలా        

 గాన్ధార స్వరమంత  కంఠమున  నిండగా  నీ  కచ్చపి స్వనం    

 బే నాలించి వినంగ ముగ్దుడయి  నీ ప్రభే మెచ్చి నీకిచ్చ యా   

 వీణాపాణి  సుతుండు  భూరి కవితా  నివేద మ్ముతోమా లగన్  





Amid Everest Peaks - Ugadi 2022

Ghantasala Kala Peetham in Pamarru village has felicitated me on 2nd April 2022 along with many great personalities in local Ankamma temple. I must offer heart felt thanks to  Sri Muralikshna katuri and Sri Hemanth, the founder director of Hitam school.

I am heavily indebted to Sri Kishore who brought his daughters Padmasri and Krishnasri,  the noted singer sisters par excellence from his distant village to Pamarru by his car only to sing in the felicitation program. Nobody is small, all people who participated in the felicitation program are tall.    

Amid Everest Peaks

They are certainly great at heart 

They leave a mark before they part

Certainly they are great souls 

They have unselfish goals

They are senior citizens

They are village denizens

Their contribution is highly praise worthy

At the apex of humanity they are earthy

One makes his home an orphanage 

He is still serving at 84 years of age

One donates blood a hundred times

I must shower on him my rhymes 

A mother in the name her diseased son

has a charitable trust begun

A man who carries orphan dead bodies

undoubtedly he the god's spirit embodies

They took Bharatavarsha into their hands

the motif is immortalized by the songs.









మురారి చేతిలో ముచ్చటైన మురళి

బృందావనములో పలికినదీ  మురళీ 

తరతరాలుగా సుస్వరాలను పంచినదీ మురళీ 

ఏమా రవళి, ఏమా సరళి  పొంగెను లే పొరలి 

 

ద్వాపరమందున ధరణికి వరముగా 

ధర్మము కాచి  వెలిగిన దీ  మురళీ 

నరకాసుర చెరలో తరుణుల కాచి

ద్రౌపది,  భద్ర, సుభద్ర  ల గాచి 

తరతరాలుగా సుస్వరాలను పంచినదీ మురళీ 

ఏమా రవళి, ఏమా సరళి  పొంగెను లే పొరలి 


గోవర్దననెత్తి గోవులు గాచి

గోవుల గోపుల మనసుల దోచి 

గాలికి జీలు కి  గంధము పూసి

తరతరాలుగా సుస్వరాలను పంచినదీ మురళీ 

ఏమా రవళి, ఏమా సరళి  పొంగెను లే పొరలి 

 

 ఏదా మురళి   ఏదా రవళి,   ఏదా మురళి    ఏదా సరళి 

ద్వాపరమున పలికిన మురళి  


కలికాలంలో కళలను కావ వచ్చిన దీ  మురళీ

తరలీ తరలీ వచ్చినదీ దొరలీ 

తరలీ తరలీ వచ్చినదీ దొరలీ 

గోవుల నొదిలి గోపీకనొదిలి సర్రున పామఱొచ్చి  

మ్రోగినదీ  మురళీ   తన మధుర మధుర సరళీ 

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