I am very sad. It has been with me for the past 2 years. I lost it today..I lost my ipod.
Whenever I wanted to move away from parties at room… it gave me a relishing company.
Whenever I felt lonesome…it was with me. To paraphrase…it never made me feel lonely.
Whenever I was in low spirits…it provided me solace.
I enjoyed the cool breezy summer moonlit nights on the rooftop listening to the beautiful music in my tiny ipod..
A beautiful final experience…. ..yesterday(saturday)…around 7 am…..I was in a bus to my hometown from hyderabad. The bus was zooming on the highway far away from the city’s concrete jungle….. I sat in a window seat .The window was a large glass one and I could see the splendid morning. Greenery all over….it was still a little foggy. And the sun was slowly coming up…and I was listening to Enya in my ipod….wow… its an experience to cherish for a lifetime…inexplicable feelings.…
hmm…..Today I lost it. It was stolen. I never expected…may be it is a result of my negligence.
Life without music is unimaginable… and without ipod ,the days ahead would be definitely strange…definitely dull.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
31 Dec 2008: rab ne bana " THE JODI" , A Funny Experience
I was tensed a bit on the morning of 31st Dec 2008.....thinkin about the night to follow....if u permit me to take you back to a few days..i will brief u about a discussion which took place among my friends in my room:
" new year vastundi....em cheddaaam"
"edanna resort ki veldaamaa..bavuntadi"
" kranthi...dont do any shopping this week...u have to help us financially"
"mama...new year roju matram evaroo prathi chinna pani ki bayataku vellakoodadu.3 to4 full bottlels, 5 famliy pack biryaanilu....full enjoy cheddaamm "
"wow"
"great"
31st Dec:
I was getting jitters...I didnt want to be there that night.....so i thought of watching a movie.Someway..i convinced hari ..sought his permission and planned to watch "Rab ne bana di jodi" alone.He had some other plans..The time was already 8 30 pm and i had to go to Sandhya theatre at rtc x roads. I took hari's bike and rode faster.. jams in between..atlast reached theatre by 8 50. Ten minutes to go. . Felt like very very hungry..found bawarchi restaurant opposite to theatre....I kept a target of finishing food in 10 min and went in. Nobody seemed to care my presence there :-( . No waiter came to me ..hmm.. bad time..walked out and went into theatre.
The theatre was almost vacant. Everybody might be busy in welcoming the new year. I occupied a seat and sat leisurely..The move took a start....sharukh started mesmerizing,as usual....Then ..then..... :-( :-( ...
I was watching movie and a sudden object appeared between the screen and my eyes. its disturbing..oscillating there..I looked at that and it was a person trying to find a seat. He looked at me and sat beside me...the theatre was half empty and this guy found place nowhere but beside me. He settled comfortably and...
He: " movie kab start hua "
Me: " abhi abhi sir" ,
He: " first song hogay kya"
Me: ( first song???waht song...)
" nahin sir..." (this man was diverting my concentration)
I turned and looked at him....he was a 45 year old person..wore a sweater and a muffler was wrapped around his head.
I tried to get back into the movie..But he bounced back.. He could not understand the movie as he came late by 5 min.
Looking at screen., he asked.." sharukh ki shaadi huyiii..love marriage?"
"No sir.actually...Woh heroine kisi aur se shaadi karne waali hi..lekin ... sharukh marries her"
"oh..i see" he sighed.
emi you see babu..nannu choodanivvochhukada...
" so ..you came alone to movie", he asked.
huu..!!!! he was not going to stop.
i said " yes sir" and immediately turned my head away from him.i thought that act might make him underatand that i didnot want to talk.. But he was back..
" why are you alone..."
A sudden roar of laughter filled the theatre. something funny went on screen.I tried to figure waht it was..but i could not understand....ayyo....was losing the plot.
i gave up any idea of watching the movie and thought it would be better to answer all his questions first.
" why am i alone..sir....i escaped from my friends"
"escape..why"? ,he asked with full of enthusiasm.
I replied,"sir..theres a party goin on there at room...and i didnt want to be there."
he said "oh!!!" and remained silent.
haa..!!!! atlast..the conversation ended...atleast i thought so...
and i was trying to tie those broken threads ..i mean ..trying to understand the movie.
He gave me exactly five min..its like he took a break for 5 min.
he started it..." so, aap pehle se parties mein interested nahin ho kya?..you never drank before or you quit drinking "
He was playing with me in both languages..hindi and english...i wanted to cry....i didnt want to give an answer...but waht to do....
In a very low voice, i clarified, "i never did sir..I mean i dont drink."
" sorry ..i had a few drinks with my friends..." he said apologetically.
"its ok " i said
He started justifying..."i dont take much pleasure in drinking..but sometimes with friends... and you know today is 31st.."
"its ok sir..everybody does..i dont mind"( today is 31st ? hmm..i know ..thats why i was here)
He : " actually i wanted to watch this movie from a very long time..now am seeing it happen"
(i was planning to move away from that place. but how could i do it. )
He : " so ..do u work" .......again...he was coming.No doubt...He had a huge store of missiles which he was projecting towards me.
" yes sir...at Satyam .."
The very word "Satyam" intrigued him ," Satyam Computers .....oh...kuch karaabh chal raha hinaa..??"
I gave a glance and said "Yes sir."
Now his curiosity grew even higher...he completely turned towards me..Just a few min back he told me that he was dying to watch this movie for the past few days...and now he was all concerned about nothing but me and my job.
"waht happened actually at Satyam..?", he was determined to know the situation.
"sir..u know more than i do ...you people watch TV news and they keep u updated...moreover..i dont watch TV..we didnt have one at our room"
Now..enough is enough...I strongly decided to make a move.But how how..my brain started hatching plans.
And there in the blinding darkness... came a ray of hope....My mobile was ringing. I could not believe that.....one friend was calling..was very happy..My goodness......I picked the call and started walking out of the theatre.
After the call i sat in another row... and finally was at peace.. peace...not really.....it lasted only upto interval...
During interval..i took some sandwiches to satiate my hunger...and came back to my seat. He saw me while he was entering in and with a smile ... sat near me...what to do!!!!! nothing... nothing could be done.
And here came his first question, "howz the movie"
"fine sir.." ( wanted to say "till now..it was fine")
the movie started again...but to my dismay...there were no questions this time.. I was happy...very happy.... adn that too lasted for a minute..
Suddenly ...i heard some lion-roaring-sound from my right side....I slowly turned my head..It was him...sleeping..snoring....and his muffler was falling on me..... but ....i was relatively happy..atleast there was no danger of facing questions...I slowly moved his muffler towards him..i did this very dexterously....attentively.. ..contemplating the danger i would face if he woke up.I succeeded in that attempt and i enjoyed the rest of the move.
But...one thing that hurt me was... the movie got finished...he woke up...i was tightening my shoe-laces....He stood there for a second and left.. I came out of the theatre...and i felt...." arey... ayanaki..new year wishes cheppalsindi ..cha cha"
I should have greeted him....hmm.... Sir...Happy new year.
" new year vastundi....em cheddaaam"
"edanna resort ki veldaamaa..bavuntadi"
" kranthi...dont do any shopping this week...u have to help us financially"
"mama...new year roju matram evaroo prathi chinna pani ki bayataku vellakoodadu.3 to4 full bottlels, 5 famliy pack biryaanilu....full enjoy cheddaamm "
"wow"
"great"
31st Dec:
I was getting jitters...I didnt want to be there that night.....so i thought of watching a movie.Someway..i convinced hari ..sought his permission and planned to watch "Rab ne bana di jodi" alone.He had some other plans..The time was already 8 30 pm and i had to go to Sandhya theatre at rtc x roads. I took hari's bike and rode faster.. jams in between..atlast reached theatre by 8 50. Ten minutes to go. . Felt like very very hungry..found bawarchi restaurant opposite to theatre....I kept a target of finishing food in 10 min and went in. Nobody seemed to care my presence there :-( . No waiter came to me ..hmm.. bad time..walked out and went into theatre.
The theatre was almost vacant. Everybody might be busy in welcoming the new year. I occupied a seat and sat leisurely..The move took a start....sharukh started mesmerizing,as usual....Then ..then..... :-( :-( ...
I was watching movie and a sudden object appeared between the screen and my eyes. its disturbing..oscillating there..I looked at that and it was a person trying to find a seat. He looked at me and sat beside me...the theatre was half empty and this guy found place nowhere but beside me. He settled comfortably and...
He: " movie kab start hua "
Me: " abhi abhi sir" ,
He: " first song hogay kya"
Me: ( first song???waht song...)
" nahin sir..." (this man was diverting my concentration)
I turned and looked at him....he was a 45 year old person..wore a sweater and a muffler was wrapped around his head.
I tried to get back into the movie..But he bounced back.. He could not understand the movie as he came late by 5 min.
Looking at screen., he asked.." sharukh ki shaadi huyiii..love marriage?"
"No sir.actually...Woh heroine kisi aur se shaadi karne waali hi..lekin ... sharukh marries her"
"oh..i see" he sighed.
emi you see babu..nannu choodanivvochhukada...
" so ..you came alone to movie", he asked.
huu..!!!! he was not going to stop.
i said " yes sir" and immediately turned my head away from him.i thought that act might make him underatand that i didnot want to talk.. But he was back..
" why are you alone..."
A sudden roar of laughter filled the theatre. something funny went on screen.I tried to figure waht it was..but i could not understand....ayyo....was losing the plot.
i gave up any idea of watching the movie and thought it would be better to answer all his questions first.
" why am i alone..sir....i escaped from my friends"
"escape..why"? ,he asked with full of enthusiasm.
I replied,"sir..theres a party goin on there at room...and i didnt want to be there."
he said "oh!!!" and remained silent.
haa..!!!! atlast..the conversation ended...atleast i thought so...
and i was trying to tie those broken threads ..i mean ..trying to understand the movie.
He gave me exactly five min..its like he took a break for 5 min.
he started it..." so, aap pehle se parties mein interested nahin ho kya?..you never drank before or you quit drinking "
He was playing with me in both languages..hindi and english...i wanted to cry....i didnt want to give an answer...but waht to do....
In a very low voice, i clarified, "i never did sir..I mean i dont drink."
" sorry ..i had a few drinks with my friends..." he said apologetically.
"its ok " i said
He started justifying..."i dont take much pleasure in drinking..but sometimes with friends... and you know today is 31st.."
"its ok sir..everybody does..i dont mind"( today is 31st ? hmm..i know ..thats why i was here)
He : " actually i wanted to watch this movie from a very long time..now am seeing it happen"
(i was planning to move away from that place. but how could i do it. )
He : " so ..do u work" .......again...he was coming.No doubt...He had a huge store of missiles which he was projecting towards me.
" yes sir...at Satyam .."
The very word "Satyam" intrigued him ," Satyam Computers .....oh...kuch karaabh chal raha hinaa..??"
I gave a glance and said "Yes sir."
Now his curiosity grew even higher...he completely turned towards me..Just a few min back he told me that he was dying to watch this movie for the past few days...and now he was all concerned about nothing but me and my job.
"waht happened actually at Satyam..?", he was determined to know the situation.
"sir..u know more than i do ...you people watch TV news and they keep u updated...moreover..i dont watch TV..we didnt have one at our room"
Now..enough is enough...I strongly decided to make a move.But how how..my brain started hatching plans.
And there in the blinding darkness... came a ray of hope....My mobile was ringing. I could not believe that.....one friend was calling..was very happy..My goodness......I picked the call and started walking out of the theatre.
After the call i sat in another row... and finally was at peace.. peace...not really.....it lasted only upto interval...
During interval..i took some sandwiches to satiate my hunger...and came back to my seat. He saw me while he was entering in and with a smile ... sat near me...what to do!!!!! nothing... nothing could be done.
And here came his first question, "howz the movie"
"fine sir.." ( wanted to say "till now..it was fine")
the movie started again...but to my dismay...there were no questions this time.. I was happy...very happy.... adn that too lasted for a minute..
Suddenly ...i heard some lion-roaring-sound from my right side....I slowly turned my head..It was him...sleeping..snoring....and his muffler was falling on me..... but ....i was relatively happy..atleast there was no danger of facing questions...I slowly moved his muffler towards him..i did this very dexterously....attentively.. ..contemplating the danger i would face if he woke up.I succeeded in that attempt and i enjoyed the rest of the move.
But...one thing that hurt me was... the movie got finished...he woke up...i was tightening my shoe-laces....He stood there for a second and left.. I came out of the theatre...and i felt...." arey... ayanaki..new year wishes cheppalsindi ..cha cha"
I should have greeted him....hmm.... Sir...Happy new year.
Monday, January 12, 2009
We Miss You...dhaani
Dear dhaani...
It does hurt us yaar...you should not have gone that far...
ఎప్పుడూ నవ్వుతూ ఉండేవాడివి..అన్నీ చాలా లైట్ తీసుకునేవాడివి....i have never seen you cry....but you made us cry this time.
I still remember...chandraiah sir used to say... "ఒరేయ్ దానిగా పుల్లారెడ్డి చెరువులో బియ్యం తింటూ school కి lateగా వస్తావా" అని fullగా తిట్టినాకూడా నీకు చాలాlight.
I still remember....ఒకసారి ఒకతను.. hypnotist school కి వచ్చి అందరిని tranceలో కి పంపించాడు .మేమందరము పూర్తిగా hypnotise అవ్వలెకపోయాము but ....అప్పటి వరకూ నువ్వు ఆ lineలో లేనేలేవు కాని మధ్యలొ వచ్చావు ..నిలబడ్డావు ...ఇక తరువాత జరిగిన సంగతి we never forget... నిన్ను సూదులతో గుచ్చాడు. ice పైన కూర్చోపెట్టారు .మాకందరికి అది నిజమా లేక నువ్వు act చేస్తున్నావో అర్థం కాలేదు.
I still remember .......నేను, నువ్వూ, హరి school-daysలో ...హరి వాళ్ళ డాబా పైన cricket ఆడెవాళ్ళము . ఒక సారి.. నేను 400 కొట్టి Lara Test-record break చేసాను .నువ్వూ హరి నాకు బౌలింగ్ చేయలేక నానా కష్టాలు పడ్డారు. హరికైతే నా batting చూసి out చేయలేక విరక్తి కూడా కలిగింది.But you enjoyed every second and my every run.
I still remember..నీ cycle వెనక Daniel అని వ్రాసి ఉండేది.అది చూసి మేమందరము నీ పేరు dhaniah నా లేక 'daniel'aa అని confuse అయి నిన్ను అడిగేవాళ్ళము .
I still remember....నిన్ను మన Jani ... nickname తొ పిలిచినా చాలా casualగా తీసుకొనేవాడివి. నవ్వేవాడివి.ఎవరు ఏమన్నా కూడా నువ్వెప్పూడూ feel అవ్వలేదు .
I still remember....సరిగా చదవలేదని chandraiah sir కొట్టినా కూడ..ఆ moment భయపడినట్టు act చేసి..sir వెళ్ళీపోయాక నీ స్టైల్లో నువ్వు నవ్వేవాడివి కదా?
I still remember...నువ్వు నీ cycle పైన హరిని potti sriramulu center లొ వున్న వాళ్ళ ఇంటినుండి రోజూschool కి తీసుకొచ్చేవాడివి కదా..
I still remember..ఇది మాత్రం నేను అస్సలు మర్చిపోలేను దాని. మన class లో generalగా exams అయిపోగానేసినిమాకి వెళ్ళేవాళ్ళు.నేను వెళ్ళేవాడిని కాదు .కాని oneday.. I decided to go . సినిమా పేరు "I Love India".. నేను హరి వాళ్ళ డాబా పైన హరితొ కలిసి wait చేస్తున్నా ...మిగతా friends కోసం..ఇంతలో నువ్వు వచ్చావు .వచ్చి calmగా వుండక.."ఆ సినిమా బాలేదు..చాలా vulgargaa వుంది ..చూడొద్దు .." అని చెప్పావు.... మేమందరము అప్పుటికప్పుడు ...వేరే movie plan చేసాము.Movie name:" అసలే పెళ్ళైనవాడ్ని" నరెష్ hero.. మేము అదేదో comedy cinema అనుకుని వెళ్ళాము. కాని ఈ movie ఎంత పిచ్చి సినిమానో వెళ్ళాక తెల్సింది .Theatreలో DV వాళ్ళ relatives ఎవరో కలిసారు. fully embarrassed.. నా అసలు బాధ ఇంటికి వెళ్ళాక చూడాలి. 6 to 9 show అయిపోయాక ఇంటికి వెళ్ళి calmగా తిని భయం భయంగా పడుకోవడానికి try చేస్తున్నప్పుడు ... మా మమ్మీ వచ్చి ఏ సినిమా కి వెళ్ళారు అని అడిగినప్పుడు నేను "అసలే పెళ్ళైనవాడిని" అని చెప్పినప్పుడు నన్ను ఎలా తిట్టిందో తెలుసా ...next day..classలో...నువ్వు అసలు" I love india" cinema చూడకుండానే బాగాలెదని అబద్దం చెప్పానని నువ్వు నవ్వుతుంటే మా అందరికి ఎలా అనిపించిందో నాకు ఇంకా గుర్తుంది.అసలే రాధగాడికి దేశభక్తి సినిమాలు అంటే బాగా ఇష్టం..వాడికైతే అంతకుముందురోజు నరెష్ గాడి సినిమా చూస్తున్నంతసేపు పిచ్చి కోపం వచ్చింది. .తరువాత చాలా సార్లు అది గుర్తు తెచ్చుకుని నవ్వుకునేవాళ్ళం.
I still remember....... నువ్వు అందరిని "జోకీ(jokiiiiiiiii...) boy " అంటూ నవ్వుతూ వుంటే నేను, రాధా, హరి నీతో పాటు నవ్వేవాళ్ళము... enjoy చేసేవాళ్ళము ...
I still remember......Drill period లో ఎంత interesting gaa kabaddi ఆడేవాడివి కదా....full enjoy చేసేవాడివి.
నువ్వు school uniformలో .. sky-blue polyester shirt , ఇంకా short knickers..వెనక వీపు పైన bagవేసుకుని bag- strap ని left handతో ముందుకు లాగుతూ ...right hand లో lunch boxతో school కి వచ్చేవాడివి కదా...I still remember.
మీ ఇంట్లో ఎన్ని problems వున్నా కూడా నువ్వు school ల్లో ఎప్పుడూ happy గా నే వున్నావు .....
Last year friends అందరము సంక్రాంతి time లో కలిసాము, అప్పుడు నీకోసం try చేస్తే నువ్వు కలవలేదు.నువ్వు కూడ వచ్చి ఉంటే బావుండేది ...
Last week..నీకు heart-attack వచ్చి....ఇలా జరిగిందని తెలియగానే మీ ఇంటికి వెళ్ళాము..మీ పిల్లలు జీవన్ and చిన్న పాపను చూసాను ...jeevan చాల active గా వున్నాడు..so cute...నేను తనతో మాట్లాడాను.. తనకేమి తెలియదు కదా ..ఈ age లో ఏమీ అర్థం కూడా కాదు..వాళ్ళ friends తో కలిసి chocolatesతింటున్నాడు . ఇంకో friend వచ్చి జీవన్ తో " అరేయ్ నాక్కూడా ఇవ్వరా" అని అడుగుతే jeevan " మరి... మరి....నువ్వు ఇచ్చావా నాకు అప్పుడు" అని అంటుంటే.. మనము కూడా చిన్నప్పుడు అలాగే behave చేసేవాళ్ళము కదా అని అనిపించింది....తనున్న పరిస్థితి చూస్తుంటే చాలా బాధేసింది .
ఇప్పటికి నాకు నమ్మబుద్ది కావద్డం లేదు.....ఇలా జరిగిందంటే.....
I still feel the softness of my sky-blue school uniform.
I still feel the warm sunlight touching my body while going to school.
I still see the smiling faces of my friends in the classroom and I see you there.....
I see you there...smiling....laughing....heartily....
you should not have gone that far.....
you should not have gone....
-Your Kranthi
Friday, December 12, 2008
In class-VI
VI class...One saturday evening..all the students from vi to x classes were asked to assemble at middle-ground. The last period which obviously was hindi was washed away and we moved to the ground with full of exuberance as the next day was a sunday.. Our principal arrived with another person . The mike was adjusted and the princi introduced that person to us. He came here from an organisation called "Helpage india".And that person explained the reason and the motive they were working for .In his words " This organisation works for the old parents who were abandoned by their grown-up children and also for the old people who donot have house and live in streets.You students have to collect some funds which could be very helpful to them." That was the crux.but what was interesting was when he said " you would be given badges and certificates if u collect more than 35 and 50 respectively and those certificates would be helpful when u grow up and attend interviews,the more you collect the more the awards"..thats it. There was a tumult among the gathering. Everybody wanted to use this opportunity . Everybody dreamt a typical telugu film scene in their own direction : "I would be attending an interview and answer all the questions posed by the interviewer .suddenly i would show them the helpage india certificates and the interviewer would be impressed and with tears in his eyes would come near to me and appreciate me for my society-helping- nature and finally would give the job to me. And a smile of pride on my face." Nice dream :-) With some sheet given by him( to list the names of people who donated) we left for home. Everybody was aiming to collect more and more.
Radha(krishna) and I went home discussing about this all the way. I ran upstairs and had shown to my mamaiah and he donated Rs.5 without any second thought.5 rupees, in those days is really a pretty amount.I went to Radha downstairs and showed to him. Already, He was asking his father and after finding 5 rupees in my sheet he got embarrassed and started demanding his father..... and finally got 2 rs. :-)
With that boost-up i went to one of my mamaiah's friend and requested him. When i went there he was with a group of people in his living-quarters. They started asking the detailed concept of this. And this was what i told " when you people would grow old, when your children abandon you, when they dont give you the food ..then the helpage-india will take care of you if youu donate some amount now" Everybody opened their mouth agape .Really this was what I( and all our friends) understood from the speech at school and i thought this was what that person at school told us. Nobody would have really liked my wacky reason..( you know waht shoud i say..and what i had told them) but as no one wanted to dissappoint a calm,no-non-sense boy( ??? :-) ).... gave me Re 1 or 2 rs each. Whenever i think of what i had told them i feel very embarrassed. Spare my foolishness..as i was only a VI class boy :-).
so,I was on a mission....MadhukarReddy and I were roaming all the town in search of funds on his big atlas cycle.We stopped at Sri Kanakmhalakshmi silk house,a big shop , I was waiting at cycle and he went in. He came out sad without a penny..I prodded him with my pen and said smilingly " look..i am going to get".. I went inside..God..i would not have gone...God....Why did u do this to me... The owner cursed "Dont you boys have any work..How many times would you come..is this what you are going to school for" (achha telugulo : ey..emi paniledaa meeku..ennni saarlu vasthaarraa....idenaa meeku schoollo nerpinchedi..po po ) He kept on yelling..I was numb. ...could hear nothing...My eyes were ready to rain. I was walking back ..Madhukar was standing there ,trying to supress his laughter. :-( Dont you think this was the worst situation a school-boy could be in?
A few days passsed..some other school students were also in the competetion,especially Sandhya public school.
One day Radha came to me and whispered this "" Arey..endukuraa manam kashatapadi money collect chesi..principal ki ivvadam...nenu kanukkunnanu..aa helpage india certificates valla no use anta...manamey enjoy cheddaam..cinemaki veladam..full enjoy cheddaam" ani. He also said that even our Karunaker also opined the same. I was very sincere and I said NO. I didnt comply with his request. I knew that he already had spent his amount of 25 rs and then he came to induce me :-) .
The day to submit the sheet and the amount collected was approaching. But there was a problem..I had to attend my uncle's marriage and I could not be in the school on the last day of submission. I informed Anuradha teacher,our calss-teacher that i would submit a few days later and she okayed. And in the marriage, I collected good amounts and totally had around 175 rupees with me. I returned to school after a few days feeling proud and superior. I found that DVgaadu got a badge.As 90% of our friends enjoyed with their money.... watched movies,bought new pens,bought jamakayalu and more importantly cleared all their debts they owed to friends :-)..... Radha warned me again "Arey...dont do that silly thing". Lending a deaf ear to him....I went to principal and gave the amount to him.
Days rolled on....I waited and waited..I didnt get any reward or certificate or atleast badge. Enough,I could not handle Radhagaadi sarcastic smiling anymore.(Certificate raaledanna baadha kantey veedi deppipodupu,vetakaram ekkuvipoyindi naaku). I went to Anuradha teacher and asked her to request Princi about this.
Thats all...
Sometimes...when Radhagaadu was in no-mood-to-embarrass-me , said " Arey.. principal nokkesi vuntaaduraa "ani. (no offence meant :-) )
Till this day...I didnt receive any cetificate. :-(
I would have bought a new bat if i kept that money. Or I would have remained in the good books of Radha if i had listened to him and .... If radha and I have spent that money together i would be, now, writing another blog :-) narrating those things.
P.S: I hope that amount would have served some purpose at their organisation.
Radha(krishna) and I went home discussing about this all the way. I ran upstairs and had shown to my mamaiah and he donated Rs.5 without any second thought.5 rupees, in those days is really a pretty amount.I went to Radha downstairs and showed to him. Already, He was asking his father and after finding 5 rupees in my sheet he got embarrassed and started demanding his father..... and finally got 2 rs. :-)
With that boost-up i went to one of my mamaiah's friend and requested him. When i went there he was with a group of people in his living-quarters. They started asking the detailed concept of this. And this was what i told " when you people would grow old, when your children abandon you, when they dont give you the food ..then the helpage-india will take care of you if youu donate some amount now" Everybody opened their mouth agape .Really this was what I( and all our friends) understood from the speech at school and i thought this was what that person at school told us. Nobody would have really liked my wacky reason..( you know waht shoud i say..and what i had told them) but as no one wanted to dissappoint a calm,no-non-sense boy( ??? :-) ).... gave me Re 1 or 2 rs each. Whenever i think of what i had told them i feel very embarrassed. Spare my foolishness..as i was only a VI class boy :-).
so,I was on a mission....MadhukarReddy and I were roaming all the town in search of funds on his big atlas cycle.We stopped at Sri Kanakmhalakshmi silk house,a big shop , I was waiting at cycle and he went in. He came out sad without a penny..I prodded him with my pen and said smilingly " look..i am going to get".. I went inside..God..i would not have gone...God....Why did u do this to me... The owner cursed "Dont you boys have any work..How many times would you come..is this what you are going to school for" (achha telugulo : ey..emi paniledaa meeku..ennni saarlu vasthaarraa....idenaa meeku schoollo nerpinchedi..po po ) He kept on yelling..I was numb. ...could hear nothing...My eyes were ready to rain. I was walking back ..Madhukar was standing there ,trying to supress his laughter. :-( Dont you think this was the worst situation a school-boy could be in?
A few days passsed..some other school students were also in the competetion,especially Sandhya public school.
One day Radha came to me and whispered this "" Arey..endukuraa manam kashatapadi money collect chesi..principal ki ivvadam...nenu kanukkunnanu..aa helpage india certificates valla no use anta...manamey enjoy cheddaam..cinemaki veladam..full enjoy cheddaam" ani. He also said that even our Karunaker also opined the same. I was very sincere and I said NO. I didnt comply with his request. I knew that he already had spent his amount of 25 rs and then he came to induce me :-) .
The day to submit the sheet and the amount collected was approaching. But there was a problem..I had to attend my uncle's marriage and I could not be in the school on the last day of submission. I informed Anuradha teacher,our calss-teacher that i would submit a few days later and she okayed. And in the marriage, I collected good amounts and totally had around 175 rupees with me. I returned to school after a few days feeling proud and superior. I found that DVgaadu got a badge.As 90% of our friends enjoyed with their money.... watched movies,bought new pens,bought jamakayalu and more importantly cleared all their debts they owed to friends :-)..... Radha warned me again "Arey...dont do that silly thing". Lending a deaf ear to him....I went to principal and gave the amount to him.
Days rolled on....I waited and waited..I didnt get any reward or certificate or atleast badge. Enough,I could not handle Radhagaadi sarcastic smiling anymore.(Certificate raaledanna baadha kantey veedi deppipodupu,vetakaram ekkuvipoyindi naaku). I went to Anuradha teacher and asked her to request Princi about this.
Thats all...
Sometimes...when Radhagaadu was in no-mood-to-embarrass-me , said " Arey.. principal nokkesi vuntaaduraa "ani. (no offence meant :-) )
Till this day...I didnt receive any cetificate. :-(
I would have bought a new bat if i kept that money. Or I would have remained in the good books of Radha if i had listened to him and .... If radha and I have spent that money together i would be, now, writing another blog :-) narrating those things.
P.S: I hope that amount would have served some purpose at their organisation.
Friday, November 21, 2008
A Day
nov 12 2008....time 7.30 am...at room. i turned on hari's pc. I searched for one song and finally double clicked it..."vellai pookkal .." I could not get the telugu version of it this time..the song is from maniratnam's "amritha" composed and sung by ar rahman. In telugu it goes like " marumallello ee jagamantha viriyaga...prathi vudayamlo shanthi kosame thapanaga.."
For the past few years....on this day ..religiously :-) .......am listening to that song, my favourite .
School days....The moment the 31st -october slip in the calender is ripped...the feeling of "being special" creeps into my mind. Discussions at home about the shopping of "the new dress" used to come intermittently ...usually.... And finally..on one evening , once i come from my school.. my mother asks me to get ready . My father,at that time, already would be waiting for me to go to bazar.
With full of joy i used to get ready and sit on the bicycle front bar. My father used to take me to shop which we usually go. They wish my father" namsthey sir..ela vunnaru" and then enquire about me . The shop-keeper who is an acquaintance (alerady been to that shop) shows different different cloth pieces. He used to say to my father" this is new style sir..take this..suits your son". But I never liked the kind of designs he used to show.. After much deliberation,finally, i used to end up taking a light coloured stripes. I dont know why i liked the same kind of style always...
Most of the time...the stitched new dress used to come home only the day before the birthday. My father used to ask me to wear for a trial..and I was not allowed to wear unless my mother keeps kumkuma on it.....And once the dress fits to a T, my father smiles with a pinch of pride. My mother always likes my selection...and if she is very impressed ..it shows on her face.
Nov 11,The penultimate day...feeling as "special" almost reaches a crescendo...I never informed to any of the friends about it ....only Radha and SrikanthDV know about that..... Ammamma remembers my birthday always and she insists me to take dress with the money she generally gives .I used to say "vaddhu vadhamma.."
The D Day.... the day used to start with first wishes of my mother,always: "happy birthday nana"... and then my father then my brothers.. Some used to send greeting cards..and the joy of receiving one is inexplicable... My mamaiah used to send most of the time as he stayed in the other town and sometimes my aunts also did. Radha..on one of my birthdays has given me a gift of "chinese checkers" and on that day i still remember the dress I wore ,blue stripes on white, .
I was the one of the invitees to amarnath birthday during one of our school years. DV,radha,shyam,hari were among the few. We occupied some chairs and were having a chat.Amar's father came and joined us.Radha and I were used to be very reserved and kind of shy then ..we did shut our mouths and started counting the seconds.DV was so aggressive in approach that he greeted him with a namasthey(also shyam did). Having no chance to escape,even we greeted him,but definitely not with a confident smile. Radha and I always faced this kind of situation whenever we came accross new persons.
Going to temple is not always on the birthday agenda. Sometimes i went and sometimes i didnt. But whenever i did, its to Venkateshwara swamy temple. If that day was not a holiday, i used to go to school in uniform only. Never distributed chocolates to the class mates. kind of shy. Most of the times...there would be a movie at 6 o clock with family.
One time i had been to my nanamma' village. After the talasnanam(shower) and wearing new dress...my father asked me to take blessings of my nanamma and thathaiah touching their feet ..i never did that before. Its a kind of embarrassment. So...with knowledge i gained watching movies...i bent my back ,touched their feet and pulled the hands back,touched my eyes and then got up. My aunt was standing there smiling. I was even more puzzled seeing her expressions.
i never have given parties on that day. No specific reason. i kept to myself. In the school one year...we were playing cricket at ground. i was in new dress. i was fielding and the greatest part is i have taken a catch which evrybody said a great catch. amarnath hit the ball and i ran and ran and ran and caught it diving forward streching my full body. my pant was soiled . i went home fearing but nohting happened.But i was very happy.All cricket-lovers can empathize with me easily.
As i finished schooling, intermediate and entered engineering..the feeling of" being special on nov 12" grew even more. In jntu campus...I used to wake up at 4 or 5 in the morning and have a shower with cold water in that early winter. After that i used to go to temple and here also to venkateshwara swamy temple in kphb colony. very few of my friends in the college knew about the day. One year i bought some pens and gifted to some. In the final year of my engineering my friends threw me a surprise party bringing the cake . But i expected that as everybody was talking among themselves from the evening avoiding me .They brought a cake at exactly 12 O clcok midnight and the difficult part is ..not to disappoint them... i had to force myself to act pretending as a surprise party that i had not expected...sorry guys...i sensed it before. As i used to stay in hostel far from home , it augmented the sadness as the day comes to an end.
This day…its like… the whole atmosphere showers happiness.everybody is affectionate towards you.And at home they treat you like a king. Friends insisting for party, we taking them to the bakery(when in school)or restaurant, or inviting them to house ,they giving presents to us....really a day to cherish.
As the day comes to an end...I used to feel very sad...may be because I had to wait for another 365 days. Still ….At this age… I feel the same way and......
i hope that feeling of "special",
that feeling of " my day " never dies .
For the past few years....on this day ..religiously :-) .......am listening to that song, my favourite .
School days....The moment the 31st -october slip in the calender is ripped...the feeling of "being special" creeps into my mind. Discussions at home about the shopping of "the new dress" used to come intermittently ...usually.... And finally..on one evening , once i come from my school.. my mother asks me to get ready . My father,at that time, already would be waiting for me to go to bazar.
With full of joy i used to get ready and sit on the bicycle front bar. My father used to take me to shop which we usually go. They wish my father" namsthey sir..ela vunnaru" and then enquire about me . The shop-keeper who is an acquaintance (alerady been to that shop) shows different different cloth pieces. He used to say to my father" this is new style sir..take this..suits your son". But I never liked the kind of designs he used to show.. After much deliberation,finally, i used to end up taking a light coloured stripes. I dont know why i liked the same kind of style always...
Most of the time...the stitched new dress used to come home only the day before the birthday. My father used to ask me to wear for a trial..and I was not allowed to wear unless my mother keeps kumkuma on it.....And once the dress fits to a T, my father smiles with a pinch of pride. My mother always likes my selection...and if she is very impressed ..it shows on her face.
Nov 11,The penultimate day...feeling as "special" almost reaches a crescendo...I never informed to any of the friends about it ....only Radha and SrikanthDV know about that..... Ammamma remembers my birthday always and she insists me to take dress with the money she generally gives .I used to say "vaddhu vadhamma.."
The D Day.... the day used to start with first wishes of my mother,always: "happy birthday nana"... and then my father then my brothers.. Some used to send greeting cards..and the joy of receiving one is inexplicable... My mamaiah used to send most of the time as he stayed in the other town and sometimes my aunts also did. Radha..on one of my birthdays has given me a gift of "chinese checkers" and on that day i still remember the dress I wore ,blue stripes on white, .
I was the one of the invitees to amarnath birthday during one of our school years. DV,radha,shyam,hari were among the few. We occupied some chairs and were having a chat.Amar's father came and joined us.Radha and I were used to be very reserved and kind of shy then ..we did shut our mouths and started counting the seconds.DV was so aggressive in approach that he greeted him with a namasthey(also shyam did). Having no chance to escape,even we greeted him,but definitely not with a confident smile. Radha and I always faced this kind of situation whenever we came accross new persons.
Going to temple is not always on the birthday agenda. Sometimes i went and sometimes i didnt. But whenever i did, its to Venkateshwara swamy temple. If that day was not a holiday, i used to go to school in uniform only. Never distributed chocolates to the class mates. kind of shy. Most of the times...there would be a movie at 6 o clock with family.
One time i had been to my nanamma' village. After the talasnanam(shower) and wearing new dress...my father asked me to take blessings of my nanamma and thathaiah touching their feet ..i never did that before. Its a kind of embarrassment. So...with knowledge i gained watching movies...i bent my back ,touched their feet and pulled the hands back,touched my eyes and then got up. My aunt was standing there smiling. I was even more puzzled seeing her expressions.
i never have given parties on that day. No specific reason. i kept to myself. In the school one year...we were playing cricket at ground. i was in new dress. i was fielding and the greatest part is i have taken a catch which evrybody said a great catch. amarnath hit the ball and i ran and ran and ran and caught it diving forward streching my full body. my pant was soiled . i went home fearing but nohting happened.But i was very happy.All cricket-lovers can empathize with me easily.
As i finished schooling, intermediate and entered engineering..the feeling of" being special on nov 12" grew even more. In jntu campus...I used to wake up at 4 or 5 in the morning and have a shower with cold water in that early winter. After that i used to go to temple and here also to venkateshwara swamy temple in kphb colony. very few of my friends in the college knew about the day. One year i bought some pens and gifted to some. In the final year of my engineering my friends threw me a surprise party bringing the cake . But i expected that as everybody was talking among themselves from the evening avoiding me .They brought a cake at exactly 12 O clcok midnight and the difficult part is ..not to disappoint them... i had to force myself to act pretending as a surprise party that i had not expected...sorry guys...i sensed it before. As i used to stay in hostel far from home , it augmented the sadness as the day comes to an end.
This day…its like… the whole atmosphere showers happiness.everybody is affectionate towards you.And at home they treat you like a king. Friends insisting for party, we taking them to the bakery(when in school)or restaurant, or inviting them to house ,they giving presents to us....really a day to cherish.
As the day comes to an end...I used to feel very sad...may be because I had to wait for another 365 days. Still ….At this age… I feel the same way and......
i hope that feeling of "special",
that feeling of " my day " never dies .
Monday, September 22, 2008
My First Bicycle : A Dream Come True
I went to suryapet last weekend... I have a friend named Srinath.He lives next door . We both are really good friends , he is a IV standard boy.We had a good rapport and he shares everything with me and i do likewise. He is trying to learn bicycle and his father already promised him a new latest model. I keenly started observing while he was learning....... . As he was cycling, the chain suddenly slipped from the gear-wheel spockets. He was trying to place it back. His hands were smeared with oil and was cursing for that situation...and it took me to my own memories at school.
I think I was in V class that time .I came back home from my nanamma's village after holidays. I immediately rushed to radha(radha krishna) for the updates . I was expecting the updates regarding the cricket matches which i missed and the kind of enjoyment he had in the season. He said he would show something and took me to the jr college ground which is next to our home. He pointed me to someone riding cycle .... oops it is dv srikanth... I wondered how come he learnt the cycling...We went to Dv and we felt he was throwing some attitude.... I didnt know cycling then... at that point....I vowed to myself : "come what may..I have to learn cycling in a very short span."
Radhagaadu always keeps me informed about many things. He didnt miss even that time - he told me that a small cycle (cycle for kids) could be brought for rent from cycle shop. I went with him and brought one small cycle and began THE GREATEST VOYAGE..
My thathaiah had a cycle those days, a big Atlas... He is an RMP doctor. When he comes for lunch i used to take that to the college ground and learn...initially it was really hard to make a start as it was a big cycle, "Hold the handle,put your right leg on the pedal through the frame, hold the seat with the other hand and with the other leg move the cycle... once it picks up speed keep the leg on the other pedal and start pedalling.thats it..." This was the lesson..no no..its like preaching which was given by every tom dick and harry who came to help us in learning. They used to vent their frustration on us when we could not succeed...why couldnt these guys understand that its vey difficult initially...may be they even forgot that they too had faced that..some used to say " nenu 2 days lo nerchukunnanu" and some may even said " neeku telusaraa?nenu sonthangaa okkadine nercukunnanu" ani. Anyways....when we recall that .....its so warming....
I caught every chance I got in learning cycling. Sometimes ,When friends of my mamaiah come to our house on cycles.... I used to stare at the cycles with lot of zeal to ride and equal amount of hesitation in mind: "whether to ask or not" . As they knew me from my childhood they used to throw the keys at me and I ,with a smile on lips and a song in heart , used to zoom into the open airs....
Whenever Radha and I saw people walk holding their cycles...we could not understand why these guys were missing the beautiful opportunity of riding which God bestowed ...we thought .. if only we had a cycle.....we never do that and we would roam all the town( as if we were to conquer the world with a cycle).
It is never be uncommon to fall down from cycle...and i am no exception to that. Many many wounds ,whose marks formed on our body serve as remainders to those days.
One special incident among many falling-from-cycle episodes is: I brought a small cycle for rent and was cycling in the college ground, as i did always...those were the initial days of me trying to do cycling sitting on the seat. I was cycling with full of joy as I always enjoyed . Suddenly my joy got vanished and I started feeling puzzled. Anxious. The thing is: I wanted to get down and I forgot how to get down from cycle. Yeah i really forgot how to get down.I kept on thinking about the way to get down.I was so small and short then that I could not touch the ground with my feet. So ,not knowing what to do..I was doing rounds around the college building in frustration,anxiety and of course,with a genuine fear :-) ...After some time.i gave up i decelerated ,held the both brakes tightly and closed my eyes. ...................And the result...guys you know ....blood,blood and only blood.... on my right hand, right leg. God knows why we got hit on our knees and elbows only whenever we fell from cycle. It pains a lot in those places. May be He made so... so that we can remeber the attempts and actions attached to them for the lifetime. :-)
I still remeber one sunday evening in the college ground. Radha and I were standing near the ladder of the water tank(beside well) watching a cricket match. we were looking at the bicycles parked there ." Arey!! devudu pratyakshamithey emi korukuntaavura" I asked him. He said one beautiful sleek cycle" and he enquired me. I thought a while. There is no doubt that I longed for a cycle too.. but i dont want to waste the varam(boon) for only one cycle.. Then I said " nenithey... nenu eppudu adigithe appudu devudu pratyakshamayye varam ichhevidamgaa korukuntaanu" . I will ask for cycle..that would be my first interest. Then he also agreed with me and said " sare raa maniddaram... anthey korukundaamu raa " anukuntuu we left the place.
whenever we both longed for something we used to ask ourselves the same question " devudu pratyakshamithey emi korukundaamuraa" ani.
I used to go to school in rickshaw . Its quite far from our house. I hated to go by rickshaw. And the reason is : I MISSED MY CRICKET. If only I had a cycle I would have never missed one.When the final bell rings at school in the evening at 4.15 pm ... our friends used to plan to go ground and play cricket. But my rickshaw man waits for me at gate like a crouching tiger and catches his prey,obviously me.And as if he was celebrating his successful catch he used to throw me a smile. I do respond with a smile but I hated my situation. I wanted to be at ground not here in rickshaw and going home.... I used to come out of school everyday with only one wish in my heart " hope i dont see the predator(him) today" but he comes there and i pull /force myself into the ricksahw . If only I had a cycle of my own..i would be like a bird in the sky all pervading. Only a person who loves to play cricket can only empathize with me...:-)
After a few years... Atlast...my dream to have a cycle got fulfilled .The first thought that went in my mind was : "Now i can go anywhere to play cricket". It was a baeautiful maroon coloured BSA SLR .It was a rage to have it those days.Everything was different in its style when compared to the already available ones in the market.. it had a crash guard at back, it had a front wheel lock and a mellifluously sounding bell.And the most striking feature is its handle. it can be changed into many styles. My mamaiah was instrumental in getting me that kind of cycle. He always know what my interests are and what I want to have .I treasured MY self-possession with love and care.I had a good-looking key-chain.I collected a variety of key-chains before it arrived at my house. I used to dust it twice and even thrice a day in the begining. My mother used to laugh at me and said" chooddaam enni rojulu alaa neatgaa vunchukuntaavo" . i used to come back at her with a quick retort " nenu eppudina naa cycleni ilaage choosukuntaanu" ani.. Yaar..i should not have said that dialogue..i repented many times later in my life whenver my mother and father looking at my dirty cycle( i never used to dust or wash it for months ) used to say " entraa idi..kothhalo entha neatgaa vundedi..eppatiki alaage maintain chesthaanannavukada..antha vutti matalenaa" ani.. and I used to feel like a volcano going to erupt inside.
Sunday afternoon. radha was riding and i was the pillion rider. We were on the road infront of the college ground.He was riding very fast. We didnt know what was going to happen in the next few minutes. And all of a sudden..in a split second everything happened. Better to say it was destined to happen:-) . WiIth all the speed radha hit a woman carrying vegetables in a basket on her head. I was shocked... She was growling at us..I cant disclose the NICE language she used in yelling us. you can expect how our hero Radha might have felt. I am quite lucky to see some of his expressions which we generally do not get a chance to see. One more incident with Radha was he took our Santhosh's cycle and returned to him with an ameoba structured(????) wheel instead of a round front wheel. Later he was made to pay for repair..
One day Amarnath brought a new red and black coloured Hero Ranger cycle . The word to describe it was: AWESOME. large tyres.,straight handle.. great cycle..
I went home and looked at my cycle..it had lost its charismatic and enchanting look. Scratches were clearly visible .I felt sad about that and i decided to give it a new look. That day, with all the gloominess i neatly water washed my cycle and mopped with a clean cloth. I dropped lubricant in the wheel . Then I searched all my house for BILL BOARD stickers ,LOVE INDIA stickers. My aunt sent me those stickers when i bought my cycle. But i didnt stick them then as I thought too much stickering wont be fine. I had a need of them then to make it look stylish but I could not find. One thing is sure..the stickers used to be very nice and they were costly too.
News which made me get rid of my despair and pangs of frustration : One fine morning. it was not the same morning .. it brought me the HOPE the HAPPINESS and everything. My thathaiah used to come to my house every morning by 5 o clock having his morning walk. I was still sleeping..half-sleep you can say....as i got disturbed by his door knock. He came in and sat beside me .His fingers were pampering my hair. Then he said something to my mother and father which was very mellifluous to my ears."Ninna rathri inti daggara dongalu paddaru..kranthi gaadi cycle poyindi....."he said. Whats that???? somebody was pouring honey in my ears? whats that? is somebody playing my favourite music?.... How can i express that... After a little while..when my excitement got subsided..i woke up and they told me that again. With a sad face which was a 100% fake , i reciprocated " avunaa?" . I got a promise from my thathaiah that he would buy a new cycle for me... what more was needed:-)... Later I got a new one.
One breezy morning in summer holidays..time was around 6 am....radha and I were in the college ground as always. As only a wall separates our home from the ground we used to be in the college-ground most of the time. we were sitting on the dais in the college. A girl was learning cycle and someone was holding the cycle helping her. I was looking at her and I suddenly noticed that it was Rajani our class mate.And that person was her brother.They were far to us.I told Radha about that.Radhagaaadu got embarrassed and felt shy. The reason... :-) he was in sleveless T-shirt and a nicker which his father bought for him from Hyderabad. " I will go ..change my dress and come back raa" he said. I told him "it was okay in this shirt and moreover there is nothing like u have to feel shy." He was adamant ..he went and came back with another dress. Rajani did see us later. She gave a sharp look..no smile and kept herself busy in learning.... :-)
Most of our classmates had cycles of their own. Radhika had a BSA, Rajani,Manju vani,Karunya,Roja,T Sridevi had hero cycles. Among boys Madhukar,Santhosh,Rajesh, Kishore ,Dv ,Amarnath,Jani,Hari, And myself had it. Kishore always used to tell me "kranthi, I can dismantle and re-assemble my cyce and I do it very often". I used to think" wow ..very great,Kishore knows many things" . One thing I could not understand was that Radhika had a nice BSA ladies cycle but instead of an elegant side- stand she had centre stand which was usually used for the big cycles. It killed its style..I felt. :-)
Nobody can forget those days of bicycle-learning.We rose,we fell, we rose we fell..and we enjoyed it...We felt elated as we passed each stage in the process.We even felt proud when we rode with doubles for the first time....
How can we forget those days when we come forward voluntarily and take initiative in bringing groceries from bazar when there is a cycle parked infront of the house. Usually we never liked to do any such act :-). The difference was brought by "cycle".
Many feelings...Many experiences....
How can we forget our anger we showed when our friend took our cycle and didnt return in time...
and how our reaction was when they came with a punctured tyre..
How would we have felt when somtimes our friends said " naa cycle meeda nuvvu voddu" " naa dantlo gali ledu,no doubles "..
How can we forget the love showered among our friends.." naa cycle meeda ekkuraaa" ani okadu.." ledu naa cycle meeda raa" ani okadu...akkadunna moodovaadu nannu evaroo adagatledu ani feel avadalu...and in another minute ...forgetting everything...andaroo kalisipovadam..
How can we forget the long rides to Durajpally,Loyola college,pillalamarri temples..........
How can we forget the cycle-racing in heavy rains while going to sreenu sir tution.
How can we forget the things like: riding the cycle at full speed and suddenly applying the brakes so that the cycle skids and turns 90 degrees and even almost 180 giving us a smile of pride and achievement on our lips before our friends.
How can we forget the days when we used to look in awe looking at the people lifting their front-wheels while cycling. Not to mention..we tried and got succeeded and even failed .
how can we forget the days trying to ride the cycle without holding the handle,keeping the hands free and how can we forget falling down in some of those attempts.
Look at your kness and elbows... you stilll can find some scars and marks left which reminds us of those fun filled days of cycle-learning.....
Remeber our cycle passing through the junior college, main road, gandhi park,poola center,alankar road.,navodaya shop..venkateshwara swami temple......bodrai bazar, library,masjid,...our school....
many many moments.......where should i start and where should i end.....
The only sad part :-) .... is that Radha, who accompanied in all my dreams in the entire start-cycle-learning to possessing-cycle-of-own episode never had a cycle of his own. The reason is :-) : His father used to say" kranthi vaalla illu dooram kaabatti kranthiki avasram..neekendukuraa 10 minutes dooramlo nee school "ani...what raa Radha? what say?
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Great Raghuvaran
Today.... I found a terrible news on internet and was shocked to know that Raghuvaran,one of my favourite actors,passed away. I am very sad now. Though he is just an actor and is no way connected to me in any other way other than movies I feel like we know him..
I was in IV or V class when Shiva was released. Till then, I never thought about any villains in our movies.Its not that we didnt have any.We have versatile actors like Satyanarayana,Rao gopalrao ,NuthanPrasad and many others.... But we were very young(we were children) then and we always cared about our favourite heroes and nothing else.However... our telugu villains were best actors and also good at comedy , but we never did thinking from the angle of acting abilites.Moreover at that age(below VI class)we were too young to notice..
Shiva is the movie which brought overhaul changes in many ways. It is perfect in many ways...whether it is acting,dialogues ,background music or technicalities .It offered everything in a very realistic way. And there is no doubt that one person who took most of the cake is "Bhavani",our Raghuvaran. Though he was ruthless,he mesmerised everybody with his sharp looks and powerful acting. The very thought of Bhavani brings shivers down the spine.He enacted that role flawlessly and impressively. That was the first time I started observing villains of our movies and their acting skills.From there...I started looking the performances of characters besides heroes' .And it was Raghuvaran who made me look from that angle.
Whatever be the person's character in a movie ,whether its a hero role or anti-hero role or any other one, when we like his or her acting we enjoy it. And Raghuvaran is one who always made me happy through every character he essayed.Forget not the subtle character he played in Maniratnam,s "Anjali".We can feel the anguish the character suffers. Radha Krishna and I ,in our school days used to discuss about the character "Anthony" in RajniKanth's "Bhasha". There is some charisma in him which draws people's attention.
Dear Raghuvaran ,we miss you.
I was in IV or V class when Shiva was released. Till then, I never thought about any villains in our movies.Its not that we didnt have any.We have versatile actors like Satyanarayana,Rao gopalrao ,NuthanPrasad and many others.... But we were very young(we were children) then and we always cared about our favourite heroes and nothing else.However... our telugu villains were best actors and also good at comedy , but we never did thinking from the angle of acting abilites.Moreover at that age(below VI class)we were too young to notice..
Shiva is the movie which brought overhaul changes in many ways. It is perfect in many ways...whether it is acting,dialogues ,background music or technicalities .It offered everything in a very realistic way. And there is no doubt that one person who took most of the cake is "Bhavani",our Raghuvaran. Though he was ruthless,he mesmerised everybody with his sharp looks and powerful acting. The very thought of Bhavani brings shivers down the spine.He enacted that role flawlessly and impressively. That was the first time I started observing villains of our movies and their acting skills.From there...I started looking the performances of characters besides heroes' .And it was Raghuvaran who made me look from that angle.
Whatever be the person's character in a movie ,whether its a hero role or anti-hero role or any other one, when we like his or her acting we enjoy it. And Raghuvaran is one who always made me happy through every character he essayed.Forget not the subtle character he played in Maniratnam,s "Anjali".We can feel the anguish the character suffers. Radha Krishna and I ,in our school days used to discuss about the character "Anthony" in RajniKanth's "Bhasha". There is some charisma in him which draws people's attention.
Dear Raghuvaran ,we miss you.
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