Lecturer in Telugu Department of Visakha College, Visakhapatnam, Tejomurthula Bharatavarsha was awarded a PhD degree by the Andhara University. Speaking to Times of India here on Monday, that Principal Dr. Ashoka Reddy said that Bharatavarsha had submitted his PhD thesis Jataka tales. "His efforts to bring out the spiritual truth behind jataka tales is laudable." Visakha college founder and chairman Kotireddy congratulated him on getting PhD.
Rameswari the HOD of the Tellugu department finished reading the newspaper and dropped it on the table in front of her in the correspondent's room. All the lecturers of various departments congratulated Varsha. The college hosted a tea party. Co-founder Nagirieddy and Penchalayya were also present at the party. The city cable has televised the program.
Bharatavarsha stepped into the classroom with Telugu text book in his hand. He saw Nandini writing " Welcome to Dr. Bharatavarsha" on the blackboard. "Thank you Nandini. Please go and take your seat." said Bharatavarsha. She did not get off the dais rather asked all the students to clap. Nandini is not only the college beauty but also the apple of the eye of the Chairman Kotireddy whom she calls uncle. The boys and girls of the class stood up from their places and started clapping. Varsha had to bear with her. A moment later when she noticed that it was embarrassing to Telugu teacher she requested all of them to stop. The students stopped clapping. Varsha smiled at her. Nandini sat down admiring his smile.
Bharatavarsha was introducing Kumarasambhavam. Kumarasambhavam was written by Kalidasa in 5th century in Sanskrit. Kumarasambhava literally means "The Birth of Kumara. This epic of seventeen cantos which entails Sringara rasa, the rasa of love, romance, and eroticism and Veera - heroism" A student named Chaitanya raised his hand. Varsha stopped and looked at him. He was pretending shy and stood at his place.
Chaitanya : Which rasa is more sir?
Varsha : Sringara more than Vira rasa, heroism.
Varsha continued "Nanne Choda's famous work is Kumara Sambhavam in Telugu. It is perhaps written in 10th century. Kumara Sambhavam is not the translation of Kalidasa's work. He has drawn inspiration from Kalidasa's work.
"Parvati's courtship of Shiva her marriage and love and finally the birth of Kumara" said a student. Some students said "oh ! love story." some students said " It is a romantic love story.
Varsha smiled and continued " Lord Shiva so he went to perform penance on the snowy mountain. Deep in meditation. " Parvathi enters the scene with all her beauty" said Chaitanya.
Parvati doesn’t gain Shiva’s attention because she is beautiful. She gains his attention because her inner light was brilliant. she stands on hot coals. she stands on the cold snow. During these meditations, she builds tapas, inner heat, and her own power grows so strong that Shiva, deep in his meditation, feels her presence and awakens from his meditation.
Is is not a love story? asked Chaitanya.
It is a love story but with a difference. This story shows us we can manifest our desires into reality, but we have to be willing to do the work.
Nandini : Can we get our beloved people if we work in the same way?
Sandhya : It seems that you want to try him. He is your teacher. ( whispered)
Nandini : Look at his smile, he is my hero. ( whispered)
Bharatavarsha: Goddess Parvati meditates for 12 years.
The boys said " In our generation 12 days are enough for any girl sir"
The girls said : One look is enough for boys sir
Varsha : STOP IT!!!!! This is class , not a park mind you!
Goddess Parvati worships Lord Shiva by virtue of relation of previous births. The gods thought that this was the right time and sent Cupid. Lord Shiva's penance was broken due to Cupid's arrow. Nothing works. Finally Shiva marries Parvathi admiring her devotion and inner power. Shiva and Parvati are the first couple of this world. We must not only treat them with respect but also with worship them.
Chaitanya : I think it is inter racial marriage.
Another student : Yes, Shiva belongs to Tibet
The bell rang. The teacher left the room.
***
Dr. Rameswari HOD, Smt Kamaswari Telugu lecturer and Smt. Sailaja Telugu Lecturer and Bharatavarsha were sitting in the Telugu Department. Varsha was writing something. Sailaja and Kameswari were giggling at each other looking at Varsha. Sailaja said " Muni is out of this world." Varsha accidently lifted his head and looked at them. He looked puzzled as he did not understand why they were laughing. "You are considered Muni a sage not only by our department but also by the lecturers of other departments. said Dr. Rameswari. Suddenly Nandini came in stammering excuse me. As she entered she said, "The students also consider him a sage Viswamitra" Thank God you have not called him Dhurvasa said Rameswari with a smile. Nandini also smiled. " tell me what has brought you here?" asked Varsha. "
Nandini: I have learned that it is your birthday." so what!" replied Varsha.
Nandini : Don't you want to celebrate?
Bharatavarsha : We have already celebrated with a tea party.
Nandini : That is for the staff but the students want to celebrate
Bharatavarsha: I don't believe in birthday celebrations
Nandini : but I believe in , I will celebrate in the class.
Bharatavarsha : Nandini, the bell rag intermission is over, go to your classroom!
Nandini: you are a great writer, soon you will become rise to national fame, then the whole nation will celebrate your birthday. She dashed back as fast as she had come.
Dr.Rameswari smiled and said " Why don't you take leave from afternoon? There are no classes anyway. What are you writing in English? I see you writing volumes, where from the energy comes to write in both languages?
Bharatavarsha: I celebrate my life in writing. Writing gives me unending joy. Why don't we go for the everlasting joy. Why should we rock on birthday alone?
Should we on birthday rock?
I would rather sit like a rock
under the tree of poetry
For aught you may disagree
I really have no degree
to write in such a big scale
Degrees behind the passion trail
I open my mind's treasury
and go into a state of reverie
The memories of my childhood
The movie scenes of Hollywood
I girl I kissed and the bus I missed
I remember all that I wished
All that God to me dished
When Varsha finished Rameswari clapped. Just then Agastya entered with a newspaper in his hand. He placed the newspaper in Varsha's hands. Varsha began to read.
Odisha train accident: More than 50 passengers were injured after three bogies of a Howrah mail derailed near Palasa. The Express got derailed after hitting a bull at 16.00 hours at the level crossing after leaving Naupuda junction. The incident was reported from in the early hours of Sunday There were no reports of any casualties in the incident. The accident left many passengers injured.
According to the details 4 passengers were seriously injured and the rest suffered minor injuries. the Indian Railways commented on the train accident as unfortunate and said the re-railment process was completed at 18.00 hours passengers with minor injuries boarded the train. Passengers with major injuries were being treated at Palasa Railway hospital.
Why did you ask me to read ?
Look below the pictures of the four passengers seriously injured and admitted in hospital, one of them is my father. His name is also written. Bharatavarsha took leave from the college and accompanied Agastya to Palasa.
***
Visakha railway station is very busy with passengers, trains and hawkers. It was 1.00 PM. Howrah mail ( Chennai to Howrah ) is on platform. It stays for 20 minutes on the platform. Agastya: The departure time is 1.20 PM. It reaches Palasa by 4.25.
Varsha: Be cool , Don't worry.
Agastya: Worry? never! Why should I worry about that irresponsible man. I worry about my mother, who recovered from Dengue fever just yesterday. I worry about what she thinks of me. She should excuse me. God should excuse me. He started crying.
Varsha: Agastya please control yourself. What happened to your mother? why should she excuse you? What did you do?
Agastya : I misunderstood my mother. I suspected her. She remained patient while I was rubbing salt into her wounds. I thought she had an affair with Vikraman a rich real estate owner who gave her a luxurious flat to live without rent. There is a surprising noble reason reason behind it. I saw it with my own eyes. She is a poor woman living a big palace. When she was contracted with Dengue virus all the facts came into light.
Varsha said "What did you see with your own eyes? Tell me, there's still time for the train to move. Agastya explained his experience at Daskhina Chitra, his mother's experience at Apollo and added " I did something inexcusable! The real misery was my mother did not ask me a single word about it. That aggravates my pain.
Varsha :What did you do?
I have sold out my mother's expensive keyboard to save her life. Agastya's anguish reached the peaks. The train blew a whistle. Varsha felt that the train's loud whistling is the wailing of Agastya's heart. He hauled coals on his father " I'm going to my father to demand justice" Agastya's face turned red and the conspicuous funereal expressions are showing vengeance.
Varsha : When your mother herself granted him freedom you are nobody to teach him sense.
Agastya : What right he has to play with a noble lady? He made her cry. He shouted emotionally.
Varsha : Your father is like millions of other men who lack self control , who lacks respect for the ancestors. He has no keen eye nor willing to stand as a successor for the glorious past.
Agastya :Why is woman so vulnerable? Why man is always the hunter and woman is hunted? Why is woman not powerful? Can't we empower women?
Varsha : Woman's body is work of art. Since time immemorial man wooed, hunted captivated and raped woman. History has millions of incidents of murdered men and raped women. woman's beauty inspired wars and rapes. Rapes are as common as wars.
The British soldiers, the Russian soldiers or any soldiers are unruly. During any war the foremost victim was the woman. In 1944, the decisive Battle of Monte Cassino was nearing its end. It was one of the most critical battles of the Italian Campaign during World War II. the French Expeditionary Corps were under the command of General Charles de Gaulle. The French Army coming from the French Colonies in North Africa. For days they devoted themselves to raping thousands of women, teenage girls, and little girls in a frenzy of savage violence. They raped every woman from 11 to 86 years old in every town and village. Simultaneously, they took every village and town under their control.
Comfort women or comfort girls were women and girls forced into sexual slavery by the Imperial Japanese Army in occupied countries and territories before and during World War II with the objective of reducing the rapes.
In 1992 during the Bosnian war rape was a policy of mass systemic violence targeted against women for the purpose of ethnic cleansing. 50,000 women were reported raped during Bosnian war. The number of unreported cases is much higher.
Before the British rule the Moghul rule witnessed the same trend as most Moghul rulers are nymphomaniacs, from Babur, Akbar, Shajahan until Jahandar Shah 1712. He was 51 years when he ascended the throne but was a lecher in every sense of the term. His day started with endless pegs of liquor and expensive wine and ended with orgies with the countless beautiful ladies of his harem. It is estimated that there were more than 700 maids in his harem. The annual budget for the upkeep of these desirable beauties was more than 2 crore Indian Rupees! The king wanted a new, virgin maiden every night for his sexual pleasures. His trusted men used to pick out in the nights and kidnap unsuspecting girls. It was terrifying for Delhi citizens to step out in the night with wife or daughter. Such was Delhi, then, more than 300 years back.
Oh It is really terrible but what is the solution to this?
Varsha: The key is the history and literature. Agastya : I could not understand.
Varsha smiled " Deal with your father carefully" Agastya smiled reluctantly and got into the train. The train moved.
***
It was 3.00 PM when he entered Anandanilayam. "The most unexpected thing has happened" Manjusha blasted the bomb. " The wolf is falling on the lamb." said Manjusha
What do you mean? tell me straight don't decorate with figures of speech.
Bairreddy is hunting Vidisha. said Manjusha. He went to her house and proposed to her. When she rejected her proposal he threatened her with acid attack. He also got cosy to her and ran his fore finger on her lips.
If he is such a true lover she could accept as well. other wise she can complain to the police.
Varsha: Why don't they complain to the police! "Hmmmm! you don't understand!" said Manjusha. Varsha kept looking at her. Understand what?" He said.
Better go and talk to the MLA. Varsha said " Nope! police complaint is the only way, we can not report it to the MLA or his brother who is a black sheep himself. My mind is numb I will see that tomorrow. He went up the hill near his house.
***
The rain clouds spread across the southern skies On Kailasagiri 173 meters from the sea level Bharatavarsha the bard sat lonely in the park developed by the Visakha Metro Region Development Authority that comprises 380 acres of land covered with flora and tropical trees. There very few visitors on the hill due to rain and the moist weather. Rain gave respite to the people from the terrific heat. He was watching the city from atop the hill. He felt that the blue sea was great. The city view was greater. The silence was the greatest. The scene moved his heart. His lips began describing the silence that inspires him
Silence
Thou art silence! Are you a doctor or a saint?
I don't know but you are a beautiful paint
why dewllest thou in the far away forest?
why lingerest thou on the lofty hill crest?
thou art silence! Are you a king or a queen?
I don't know but you are royal and clean
why reignst thou the lake and mountain?
why springst thou like a splendid fountain?
Thou art silence thine eye is surveillance
Thou art to wounded mind the ambulance
When mortal man can't cross mind's border
Thou bringst mind into souls order
Silence is mind's best forest
troubled souls rest on its breast
He was walking in the garden and his legs suddenly stopped when he spotted a love pair watching the world through the love symbol they formed by joining their fingers. These lovers seems to have come from far. As it was getting dark, the girl was in a hurry to leave. But the boy would not leave. A poem sprouted involuntarily from Varsha's mind
Distance
Love is distant hill
Love is Life's thrill
not a routine drill
True love has the will
Love is summer's song
Love is spring's bang
Its road is hard and long
smile and sing and walk along
If something went wrong
It moment's ping-pong
choose a different song
and try to get along
when love has the substance
it never looks for distance
Boy : Let us get married. We are in love since may years"
Girl: Let me go home, you study still more and secure good future.
Boy : In mad pursuit of tomorrow why do you neglect today?
A minor dispute erupted between them. The lovers were at argument. The emotions of the boy touched his heart. Varsha moved away. He was walking down the hill in the faint light of the sky. He was walking down the steps. it has some 500 steep steps. Off course there is the rope way. Those who are completely fit prefers steps. Varsha walked down a few steps. The boy's anguish echoed in his heart.
Future future oh my future
You're my goal said my teacher
I didn't know who you are
I walked the road far and far
when I flung my youthful wing
my heart your cheerful song sang
in the sweet melodious tone
on hope's horizon you're clearly shone
After decades of flight you're still vary far
But I can't quit the fight I am still in war
Future future you are nowhere near
future future I found you in my fear
For you I drudge and drudge, and my present impledge
I pledge to remove life's wedge sitting on present's edge.
He saw his house from a distance. The ancestral house is the heaven. Writing was once his strength now it is rather his weakness. Teaching is not a job it is a social responsibility. What about my future , I never struggled so much about it. Why the girl is hell-bent on future? If your worry is all about future, what about present? He imagined that the future came alive and stood before him and talking to him. Why do you excessively worry about me, balderdash...
Balderdash
You cried too much for me, poor fellow!
Balderdash ! the leaf is turning yellow!
You meditated for me since childhood
Balderdash ! you lost it in wild-wood
knowing that I am in every tomorrow
you looked for unknown tomorrow
you heat's a burrow and mind so narrow
you lost the present for struggle and sorrow
Remember today is your birthday
Balderdash! don't think future today
I bid farewell at your birthday party
Balderdash! don't make life dirty
Remember I'm no more after sixty
Relax and live your life hearty
***
When Bharatavarsha entered Anandanilayam it was completely dark. He was arrested by the pink beauties with white smiles - the Radhamanohar flowers. The night was soothing his mind. A beautiful verse was flowing through his lips. Kesava was in Varsha's study room. He was sticking the picture of his family tree beside Varsha's family tree. "All branches are empty!" said Manjusha who came in and laughed at his picture. "One day I will discover my ancestors too but bit by bit I will fill it. said Kesava confidently.
Manju: Bit by bit I will fill it ? it seems that you are imitating your Guru.
Kesava: Good if can follow, but my guru is inimitable and illimitable.
Just then Malini stepped into the study
Manjusha : Ummm! speaking in alliterations!! she turned to her mom and said " take care of Kesava he is going to be another bard in Anandanilayam.
Kesava burst out into laughter. He laughed in giggly fits and stopped when he saw the reddened face and Manjusha and said " I used assonance not alliteration."
Malini: What is the difference?
Kesava : I saw a saw that could out saw any other saw I ever saw. This is a standard alliteration , Sister ( Manju) used the phrase take care . The bard doesn't care the cares but cares for the blooms that bloom on the creeper.
Malini: That's fun! But what is assonance?
Kesava: Assonance is different. It is the repetition of identical or similar vowel sounds in neighbouring words.
Manju : Stop it Kesava , Stop it Mom, Look what the Bard of Anandanilayam is doing. Let's call him for dinner. It is getting late for the dinner.
Malini and Kesava looked through the window and saw Varsha absorbed into the nature.
Kesava : He is not the bard of Anandanilayam. He is the bard whose name burns like a flame. For sure one day he will get national fame. He is the light of world.
"Amma I am hungry!" shouted Manju " I am here " said Varsha as he stepped into the study
Varsha looked at Kesava's family tree and said " One day you will fill your family tree with the names of your ancestors " " Whether I filled my heart with hope." replied Kesava.
Malini: With his mridangam practice Kesava dabbled into writing. He is walking in Varsha's foot steps. Birds of a feather flock together, the saying is true.
Kesava : I am writing what my Guru's verses. He is wit is spontaneous, Nature is his inspiration and Poetry is his respiration. He has hidden a poem in every step and every breath.
Manjusha : "Look Malini, your son is a spoiled brat. He is breeding another spoiled brat." She was only trying to tease Kesava. Malini knows it so she laughed but kesava became emotional and a verse to defend his Guru.
Spoiled brat? A poet is the father of thought!
when poet sits in the den of thought
and burns the language of the heart
to write, he is no less than a scientist
whose rockets tear the sky's breast
and throws astronauts like peanuts
on to the moon and sometimes shuts
their precious life in the outer space
but a poet offers the moon in briefcase
A poem is a rocket that always falls
in the sea of reader's heart and plays
the magical flute with its melodies cute
it makes the dumb hearts unmute
to light the mind's wick poems strive
to peaks of pleasure they readers drive
In poems beautiful words dissolve grief
poems offer readers instant relief
After finishing his versified defence Kesava heard the claps. He looked at the door and saw Bharatavarsha clapping. Wonderful! He appreciated Kesava. Kesava said I am jealous of the flowers that hear the verses. I want to hear your poems. " But I am hungry" said Manju
My mind is hungry of your poetry. Said Kesava.
Manju : You eat poems. I am going eat the whole brinjal fry. Manjusha left in a huff.
Malini laughed at her childishness and said " Varsha I will serve the dinner for both of you , come for the dinner without much delay. She left the study for the kitchen. Varsha repeated the Verse for Kesava.
Night is a kite
God loves light God loves night
God made day with heaven's light
and filled it with darkness in the end
night is a kite that flows in the wind
with a string attached at the end
God made man god made woman
He made the man a part of the woman
The woman is filled with kindness
like the night is filled with darkness
In the well of love night is a fish
night is kite that flies in the air
night is a bird that melts in the fire
men are spartan they night never miss
Kesava looked at Varsha with owe and wonder! You are able to repeat any old verse. Your memory is mystery. soon you are going to create history. How is it possible! exclaimed Kesava. Bharatavarsha smiled coolly and started.
The River in Me
In me there is a meandering river
it flows through cracks of rocks
and opens aching mind's locks
half beat rhythm and ditty docks
the river is long it flows since long
its path gets longer, course gets richer
from atop the hill it looks like a picture
in silent valleys the river sings a song
A beautiful porter that carries rich emotion
with vivid words it engraves great feelings
singing sacred songs with great devotion
it shares to plain hearts all its gleanings
It rushes between the hills
offering unknown thrills
Let's go for the dinner. said Varsha on hearing the sound of vessels from the kitchen.
***
The telephone was ringing incessantly in Damini's Hostel. Damini was climbing down the stairs. When she came to the desk the telephone was silent. The servant maid came running to the desk. "I am coming from Lakuma's room." she said. When I am not here I told you to be at the desk." said Damini wiht angry voice. The servant maid knew that she was not really angry. Anger is a game between them. It is the court on which they play the game of tennis - tennis of love. " The call must be important. Do you know how much they worry if we don't pick the call?" Asked Damini with more intensity in the voice. "If it is that important they don't simply worry . They call again." The servant maid said coolly.
Damini knows that it is difficult to win the maid in words. She threw a glare at her moving her lips muttering words. Damini felt beaten but she concealed her feelings she said " Ok go mind your work but don't sit in girls rooms and chat with them. Before the maid spoke the phone had rung again. Now the maid took the receiver. " Hello! Who is on the other side? She said with hillbill accent. " Hello Saroja, Damini isn't there?" Tara's voice was clearly heard.
Damini snatched the receiver from Saroja's hands. She spoke with her friend while the maid was standing there and cut the line. "She will call after five minutes , before the phone rings go call Lakuma. Okay said the maid and turned back.
Damini: just wait. Is Lakuma still close with the stallion?
Saroja: You asked me not to sit in girl's rooms and chat with them?
(How can I tell you these things without chatting with them)
Damini : Chat as much as you want!" Demon! she muttered in the end.
Saroja: YOu mean the male looking female?
Damini: Yes, She is called Magarayudu" in Telugu. In English it is Stallion.
Saroja: Lakuma is closer than before. She is on the way coming to our place.
The phone started ringing " go call Lakuma" said Damini. Saroja left.
***
Lakuma came walking as leisurely as possible without the slightest hurry.
What is that Ambling ? come fast your mother is on the line!
Lakuma : What is the hurry!
She took the receiver and started speaking while Damini and the maid were overlooking
Lakuma: okay, okay, alright okay okay. She kept the receiver and went back.
Damini: Okay ..okay... alright ...only those words? Are there no emotions ?
Saroja: You should not forget that a daughter is speaking with her pedantic mother
Damini : She also speaks with me.
Saroja: Pedantic mother includes any pedantic elder who bugs around the ear.
Damini : You mean I am pedantic. Am I bugging around her ear? Lakuma's mother Aruna is my childhood friend. She is a single mom. Look what ill fate is hanging over her! He story is strange! She moved from Hyderabad to Baramati where has contested for MP seat. How can she win in life with irresponsible husband? How can she win in a constituency which is not her own?
Saroja: I don't know whether she wins in her life or not? whether her husband changes for good or not but I know for sure that she will win in Baramati.
Damini: Are you a psephologist or political analyst? How can you say?
Saroja : Because I have brains, where is Baramati? It is near Mumbai? Aruna is very popular in Maharastra. Her TV serial Maya brought her recognition that she was honoured by the television channel as well as the Bombay university. More students have joined mythological courses. She is a trend setter. She has done the right thing! May the Baramati three- eyed Ganapati bless her with success.
Damini: How do know all there things!!! She was angry and started muttering. Her lips were moving. Saroja was smiling.
***
It was 8.00 AM. The sun was bright in the sky. Girls in Damini's hostel are sipping home made coffee, Damini has brought it. She went up the stairs and gave Lakuma a cup and came back to the reception. She sat there reading the newspaper.
I am Sneha. I have come to meet my friend Lakuma. said the person who stood at the door. Come in and sit down, said Saroja. Damini raised her head from the newspaper and looked at Sneha in jeans and full sleeves. " This is girls hostel boys are not allowed to meet girls directly. "I am a gender fluid" said Sneha assertively. Damini kept staring at Sneha. "Are you a girl or a boy? " she aksed.
Sneha : I am gender fluid.
What is genderfluid? She had the trouble of understanding the abstract painting. She felt that future has walked into her hostel. Saroja went up to Damini and whispered in her ear " She is the same Stallion you talked about an hour ago. You did not see her, you only heard of her " she said. Meantime Lakuma dashed to the sofa at the entrance where she was seated. Lakuma understood Damin's dilemma, because her dilemma lies on the surface.
Sneha is gender fluid , Aunty. Said Lakuma.
Damini looked dazed. Lakuma understood the situation "It is very advanced concept, which is popular in America and Europe. I will explain said Lakuma and continued " A person whose gender identity is not fixed." is called gender fluid.
Damini: What ? gender identity is not fixed? parents , doctors elders nobody could say? By seeing the baby at birth anybody can say. Don't teach math to Ramanujan , physics to Einstein and music to Tyagaraja.
Lakuma: Ah! Aunty It is not about others identifying the gender of a person. It is the gender they identify with. That person has both feelings, the person's mind is not fixed.
Damini was bamboozled as if she were telling a counterfeit ( fake currency note), It was like New York walking into Vaddadi. " I thought she was a gamine when I heard of her, When I learned that she is riding motorcycle like men I thought that she was a stallion - thought she has some male qualities of guts but the case is different. She is mental
Lakuma : Aunty don't talk like uneducated!
Shena: It is gender expression, rather than a sexual orientation. Your sexuality isn't defined by who you have sex with – it's about how you feel and how you choose to identify yourself. The important thing is that you choose what label feels comfortable, or you choose no label at all. I am no label girl. Damini got fainted. Lakuma walked out with her for stunt biking. Sneha started the bike and Lakuma sat behind. The bike flew into the air.
Bike has no gender.
***
City Police Commissioner's Office
The city commissioner is speaking. Deputy Commissioner of Police (Law & Order) Additional DCP (Crimes) ACP ( City Task Force) other officials were present on the occasion. "Apart from the monthly crime review meeting this special meeting is imperative which calls for a joint operation of all zones to focus on special drives on stunt biking , rash driving and bike racing. The bike racing gangs made a strong comeback. Last Sunday on city roads around 200 people gathered on the city roads and drove rashly along Siripuram and China Waltair geopardizing the safety of road users at nights. Some youths forming bike stunts at Siripuram , fellow bike racers recorded videos of the stunts and shared them on social media. The videos have gone viral. I call for a major crackdown on illegal bike racing and seizure of bikes.
There was a press meet after the meeting
Assistant Commissioner of Police (East zone ) spoke to the journalists. "Bike racing and stunt biking in public places is illegal. Police are hell bent on curbing the bike stunts. High-end bikes have been a common sight on the Beach Road. The police are also planning to impose hefty fines ranging on the bikers. So far we have seized 30 bikes. We are calling the parents and counselling. soon we will put a check to these unlawful activities."
ACP (Traffic) said that there is a group of about 100 youngsters who own high-end bikes maintain a WhatsApp group, they communicate in WhatsApp and other social media and they appear all of a sudden lime flash mob. The police have identified the influencers who make stunts and upload them in social media accounts.
***
On the long Sabbavaram flyover two bikes were speeding up. There are red hills around. The weather was sunny. Sundeep was driving RX100. He is driving close to Bairreddy who was driving TVS Apache RTR. " Why don't you change this RX100 and take a Ninja 650?" said Bairreddy. Sundeep understood that Bairreddy want to take it. He wants to discuss Ninja 650. How much it costs? asked Sundeep. "It costs 6.5 lakhs." replied Bairreddy. Sundeep was startled. " but it is worth the money, It has a top speed of 220kmph and nobody can ever beat you in bike racing!" said Bairreddy.
What is the need for stunt biking or bike racing ? asked Sundeep
Don't ask stupid questions, he said and suddenly accelerated his speed. Sundeep stopped.
Sundeep noticed a group of girls standing at a bus stop far away. They are the degree college girls. Vroom....TVS Apache wizzed through the wind like a bullet from the gun. Barirreddy was lifted the front wheel at such a speed. A hundred meters he went past the girls but came back to the girls and did the same thing. A girl smiled at him. He felt like a victor and came back to Sundeep. They went into the palm grove gardens near by.
Sundeep : You are risking your life. Don't you think it is fool hardy?
No, It is heroism. The other word for heroism is manliness and romance. Girls like such people as stunt drivers , racers, pilots, soldiers, studies prove that they prefer to have sex with them. Heroism is masculinity and sexuality.
Sundeep: I heard women like intellectual and well cultured men?
Bairreddy: Off course! They are called sapiosexuals. They like Awards, PhD's.
Sundeep : what kind of women men like?
Bairreddy: Women who are interested in culture and art are attractive for men. They want to be with them more often. Kindness is and softness are more important for men.
Sundeep : Is it for that reason you are after Vidsha?
Bairreddy: Yes , She is a good artist, My appetite increases as I look at her attractive face. Her eyes are like eyes of the wild deer. Her eyebrows are cupid's bows. Her eyelids are like lotus petals. Her lips are like betel leves!
Sundeep: Stop! She is Manjusha's friend. Manjusha, Lakuma. They're all our school mates.
Bairreddy : Manjush is more lovely and more tender. She also increases my appetite.
Sundeep: Increasing appetite ? Look Bairi! Not only your actions but also your words are understandable.
Bairreddy: You hear the clank of dishes and something sizzling on the stove. You find your mother cooking your favourite dish with all the sweet smelling ingredients. It smells incredible, and looks amazing. Your heart dances for the delicious meal. Your taste buds become activated, your mouth starts watering, your stomach responds, growling in anticipation of the next bite and you feel a strong desire for the dish.
Sundeep: If you con not control lust, lust will control you. You are the worst lecher I have ever seen. Stop troubling Vidisha in the name of love.
Bairreddy: A girls is an instrument of pleasure like alcohol.
Sundeep : so you admit that you are a pleasure hunter?
Bairreddy: That is a form of heroism
Sundeep: If so, why don't you try Lakuma?
Bairreddy's face turned pale. Her mother has been elected MP.
Sundeep : You are a goat hunter. It is dangerous to hunt tigress
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Slightly Modified
Dakshina mutry was on bed in the railway hospital. He groaned with gnawing backpain and moved painfully from one side to another. Next to him on the bed was a man from Ganjam He too was a train accident victim. He has cervical pain. His wife and son are on his bedside. Dakshinamurty remembered his wife Meenakshi and his son Agastya. The doctor came to the next bed. The Ganjam patient's wife and son were eagerly waiting for him. Dakshina Murty was looking at the doctor and paying keen attention to his words. Just then Agastya came in and stood behind his father. A nurse guided him to Dakshina murty's bed. He looked at well built the middle aged man lying on the bed. Yes, it was his father. The man who bought him chocolates and gifts when he was a child. Suddenly he remembered his mother's face and her grace. He had a great sympathy for his mother. He had no sympathy for his father. The son asked about his father's position. The doctor explaining the father's condition to his son.
Doctor : Nothing to worry. Your father needs further treatment.
Son : How long will it take? Will he recover completely?
Doctor: There is a cervical fracture. I have given him injection. I prescribed tablets that control pain. He can use cervical brace for a few weeks. If the pain continues or kyphosis is formed surgery is inevitable
Son: What is kyphosis?
Doctor: It is an exaggerated, forward rounding of the upper back often seen in older people.
Son: It is hunch back?!
Don't worry, we can go for kyphoplasty it is the last answer to kyphosis.
The patient's wife : It is a big surgery? will he be completely alright?
Doctor: This operation has 75 percent success rate, It costs 3,74,000 but don't worry the government pays a compensation of 34,000 to 4 lakhs. It might come as a great relief to you. "My wife and my son are great relief to me not the money compensation." said the accident victim. His right hand is in wife's hand and the left hand in son's hand.
The son was blaming the railways for breaking the father's neck. The doctor turned to Dakshina murthy whose gaze is fixed on the mother and son. They pressed the victim's hands Dakshinamurthy felt the warmth of assurance in that gesture a family bond which he lacks. " I miss you Meenakshi" He said aloud. Agastya heard those words and said" You have not missed, you have abandoned. said Agastya. Dakshina murthy turned his head and was bewildered to see Agastya. They both heard the mother telling her son at the next bed. " There is no mistake on the Railways. When cattle comes on to the track it is merely fate"
Dakshina murthy's eyes were fixed on Agastya. The doctor shook him and said " You have a minor spinal fracture. These vertebral fractures usually heal on their own. Otherwise you may undergo surgery. The strength of the spine can not be assured." The doctor asked him to take rest and left. Dakshina murthy's vision got dimmed. His eyes are filled with tears his heart is filled with gratitude for God. He longed for his son's hand. Agastya neither touched nor called him daddy. At least he did not go near. Dakshina murty was depressed. Agastya! he called. He tried to move. He reached the edge of the bed. He groaned with the gnawing pain. When he was about to fall Agastya caught him. Dakshina murthy felt that Love and care is more important than money but it was too late. He took his father to Visakhapatnam by ambulance with doctor's permission.
