Friday, August 24, 2018

My Berhampur trip...!

It's a long-awaited moment.At last got down at Berhampur of Odisha.The place is known for Telugu literary stalwarts like Gidugu Ramurthy,Tapi Dharma Rao and Uppala Laxmana Rao and many others.It was all about hoary past and what is going on there at present..? I know any sober mind would ask it.Going to unravel it what I felt on the visit.

Still the place is swerving with great guns. there are prominent poets,story writers,theater artists and all kinds of connoisseurs in terms of Telugu diaspora and in fact the town is a best blend of Odiya and Telugu cultures.Well,my presence seemed unexpected by the friends like Vijay Chandra as my bus drove me crazy by being late,almost more than one hour.For the last couple of years,I have been confined to bus journey for some reasons.Enjoying exotic passing landscapes in leisure and listening to common and middle class people have become my new interests.

Landed up at Lanjhi palli bypass road.An auto served me up to Railway station and where I have boarded in a hotel.Both Auto charge and Hotel charge were quite reasonable.After having a shower,came out for heading towards Prakasam hall.And that's the place where our legendary Telugu literary organisation VIKASAM was conducting a memorial lecture on Uppala Laxmana Rao garu,the great novelist and exemplary translator.(12th of August denotes 120th birth celebrations of Uppala garu)Vijay Chandra garu gave me clear cut instructions to reach the venue and which helped me a lot and avoided sweating out for my destination.

As I entered the Andhra bhashaabhivardini samajam's meeting chamber, founded that interaction session was on with Ms.KS Malleeswari garu,Awardee of TANA novel competition.And she was to deliver the key note address in the evening.Vijay Chandra garu waved me to be seated and Mandapaka Kameswara Rao Raju garu with his disarming smile welcomed me and it was the first time seeing him.Of course familiar on FB.

People who attended the meeting have also asked her several questions,related to past and present scenarios of Telugu literature.It was a great tradition eliciting thought provoking ideas of intellectuals to ponder over.Ummadisetti Ramesh garu,Setupati Adinarayana garu and others raised interesting questions.I was de-stressed of my journey.After the session,Vijay Chandra garu asked me whether I would come to his residence for boarding.I am always grateful to his kind heart.For his hospitality,right from Rayagada days to hosting a delicious dinner at his home.

Sethupati Adinarayana garu drove me to the place where I stayed.He spoke elaborately on his itinerary days of Russia.Many ground breaking issues surfaced in his talk.All this has taken place in the evening session.What I astonished about key note address was the chief guest had hardly spoken anything about the contribution of Uppala Laxmana Rao garu.She should better have touched the spectrum of translation strategies adopted by Rao garu since it was his forte.I know,she was competent enough.

New friendships made.And streets of Berhampur were walked out.Everything fresh and bright.Good bye Berhampur.

Friday, July 27, 2018

Missing of an Old Woman (Story)---Murthy K v v s

Everybody in our pilgrim town knew that old woman but I wonder whether anyone knew her whereabouts like her name and where she has hailed from and so on.The language she speaks can hardly be understood.Sometimes people used to stop there to listen her rantings.They laugh at her.For passers by,it's one kind of entertainment.Nothing more or nothing less.

She was always in her own world.Sometimes,she was staring at the sky as if there was some message being received.Sometimes,she keeps muttering herself in a gibberish language.Sometimes,sleeping with an old blanket wrapped over her.Our townsfolk are liberal.They never dare touching her in any aspect,by letting her live like it.

People found her that she was no way hinder to their ongoing entertainment.But there was always a long heavy bamboo stick in her hand.Just like Kali mata holding a Trishul.Keeping it in view,a safe distance is maintained by the mob.As days rolling by,people lost interest in her.She became an unannounced integral part of our town.

Even the traffic police would not go against her though she made her bed on the dividers of the road.Fortunately vehicles were not dashing,such a precision in things would come to our people when seeing heart wrenched scenes like it out of compassion.And why should not they take initiative to send her a best hospital to cure this mental ailment..? No hands to work,alas.

People empowered with great fortunes,coveted positions and influence would go on the road,seeing them with callousness.What can stop them if they are really determined to help these ill fated poor ones..?These mentally sick people on the streets belonged to none.Are these bound to die like a dog or a pig one day..?What society we're living in..?

Gopal, a friend of mine has a xerox shop, met me on the road one day.He told me an interesting news about the old woman."Do you know something..? I interacted with the woman who always was seen by the side of dividers which is exactly opposite to our shop.She was not so chronic of mental disorder.There was a little bit of confusion in her thought process.Had she been taken care by any of her family members,she would have become a normal person.She must have been on the verge of getting delusions by now.I afraid it worsens further more.."

"Gopal,you even ventured to talk to her.That's great.People like me posing as good samaritan never dared approaching her.She was bathing,sleeping and doing everything in that makeshift tent that can be washed out by any gutsy wind.Thank God,no vehicle claimed her life though it is on the road.As per your account,she could be all right by a small initiative taken by any kind person.But who would it be anyway.." I sighed.

"Your concern about a destitute one is laudable.Let's wait for a few more days.Then,we shall contact any NGO working on the cause of it.Or let's take the issue to concerned government authorities.Hope that will suffice on our part , I think.."Gopal said.

"'re right." I admitted.

Gopal and I were busy with our routine afterwards.But she was there all the time whenever I happened to be crossing the road on any work.Be it a hotter day or  a colder day.It seems no matter for her.I tempted to interact with her to test her level of sanity.On seeing someone who does know me well,I was taken aback.

After a couple of weeks,I was called for an interview in Chennai.Enjoyed my trip a lot,apart from the actual purpose.I took a bus journey from Vijayawada to our pilgrim town,in return.In fact,our  nearest railway station is Bhadrachalam road.Ironically it is situated at Kothagudem,almost 40k.m. away.That has a story of a thriller written by a tollywood screenplay writer.So the lesser said is better.

It was almost past midnight returning from my journey.There was no sign of that old woman on the road.Shocked to discern the reality.I have had intently observed that no trace of her rags or makeshift tent around the dividers on the road.Clueless to guess.What happened to her in the mean time..?Shifted to somewhere else..?This is the most safest place for her to abstain from all kinds of dangers,you could understand the sense.

Oh..who am I to think all of it ,my conscience moaned.You're a human being like her,the other side of it resisted.How difficult it is to have empathy though which is the salt of the earth.With all these concerns,my brain heated up all along the night,in the bed.

" she got disappeared from there..? What happened to her,met any accident..?" I inquired him the next day.He appalled at my curious concern and shook his head.(

"I  was busy with my work and little known about it.My wife who looks after our shop, once said that the poor woman had transported by a van on some day.We don't know further details about the van to whom which belonged and where she had been to.." Said Gopal.

I sighed.God,what the secret of your playing.She is already out of her brains.Where should she go and do..?Once,way back in her life,she could have been a lady like any other.And now became a street ridden by the family of her own.And in this holy country which valued the family system a lot.

After a few days,being that old woman vanished clueless,I went to Aalubaka...a small village where one of my friends named Naren kept working as a science teacher in a high school.He is a bibliophile.We get engaged into talking for hours and hours whenever we meet and subjects varied to infinite.He answered one of my queries related to mental ill-health.

"schizophrenia is much prevalent among the people.There are five types in it.In our country,people think of insulting to meet a concerned doctor.And it gets chronic as time passes by.A survey report says every three persons out of five needed this kind of check up but hardly cared by people.What to talk of empathy..?the less we talk, the better..." Said Naren.

"You're right.We would see these kind of ill fated ones on every street and no one gives a damn for them.Perhaps they must have been in advanced stage,unconscious of dressing and cleanliness..."

"Fortunately,there is a trend of recognizing such people has begun" Naren passed a news paper to me.It carried an interesting news article.To my surprise,It was about the old woman of our town.She was getting tonsured in the photograph.Our sub collector has taken initiative to send all these people to the special hospitals.At least one officer was there with a right spirit,let this tribe increase.

I don't know how I have had missed this paper on the day.However, with a happy note,the story ended.I was desperate to see the name of the sub collector.It was Yogita Rana by name. (Written by Murthy Kvvs)

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Rajani Kant (A Story)----Murthy K v v s

Rajani Kant met me yesterday,in the park.Quite unanticipated.He started telling me many things about his village where I have worked for some years.I felt the days of yore in front of me,of course not all happier moments though.Sometimes I was planning to fled from the village.To be in an executive post as a school head master was not an easier job.One has to withstand the politics of the staff and tussle seeking village leaders as well.

But,I would dare say now,those days were not at all toughest moments in my life.How ridiculous I was then.A naive teacher sans the knowledge of worldly ways turned into a high school head master on promotion has so much to learn how to deal with different people and which taught me new lessons.Enough of tribulations all along these years made me shrewd to face any given situation.Time gradually hardens my nerves.

Don't  go away with Rajani Kant has something in common with that super star Rajani.In fact,this fellow's real name was Vikas.A student in our school once upon a time.Pursuing business administration course at present.One day,he had been sent to my chamber when he was in class ten.The complaint was simple but complex in nature.This fellow kept writing his name as Rajani Kant,not only on text books,even on the answer sheets of home exams.Teaching staff tried their level best to prevent the habit.But he never heeded to their words.So he was in front of me,with folded hands.

"What's your name..?" I questioned him.

"My name is Vikas sir" He replied.

"That sounds good.Your parents gave you a beautiful name.Then,why are you writing your name as Rajani Kant all the time.Teachers complaining against you.If you do it again,I will call your parents and the last resort would be issuing the T.C. and you know one more thing,your name is not to be changed in the admission register according your fancies.."

"Yes sir...I won't do it again" Vikas said.

Thereafter,no complaint received about him.Our teaching staff was also on high five about the change in that boy.However a strange fact came to my notice.His friends,some how, learned the episode that has taken place regarding the nomenclature, wide spread over the village.Villagers too started calling him as Rajani kant in mockery.This brat was reported to be happier over the unexpected popularity.

I returned to my guest house soon after paying obeisance to the Lord Rama at the temple.My guest house was exactly in front of the park.This pilgrim town changed a lot in the recent years.On weekends and holidays,It's very difficult to get a room in the hotels.And what to talk about Sri Rama navami and Mukkoti festivals with swerving visitors..!

I have taken rest in the room till evening.By seven'O clock,came out for a fresh air.Entered the park located nearby.Here,our Rajani kant,sorry Vikas the old student met me unexpectedly.He was first to identify me.He was no longer a boy now,transformed into youth.I connected to the past when he reminded me of the incident of his passion about the name Rajani kant.

"Oh...Vikas..! What a pleasant surprise...what are you doing now..?" I asked him.

"I am pursuing business administration in Hyderabad sir.Came back in vacation.In fact,I have been waiting for a friend here.Really I am happy to meet you after some years.." he flushed.

"I am here for having a darshan of Lord Rama.After retirement,I settled at Khammam.Seeing you like this is great.I would never forget your village where I worked and retired, my boy"

"Things changed a lot since you had exuded your services sir.A new state carved out from Andhra pradesh.Bifurcation hit our area unlike any other place.Our village merged into Andhra,of course,along with many villages adjoining to this temple town.Students got problems with both states in terms of getting different certificates from different offices.Joining hostels became a big task.And nativity issue cropped up when attended recruitment drives.."

"Yes...I  am also reading in the news papers.All of a sudden,some areas cut off with old division and district administration due to the bifurcation.Adequate arrangement should have done before separation.This is what the real bunch of woes to be faced by the inhabitants living in the border areas of the states.."

"Sir...nowadays, we people keep boasting of global citizens,can't we solve it all with a meaningful dialogue by sitting across the table..?Whatever the states could be,we are all living in one country.Both state heads should come to amiable terms to soften the lives of the people.Am I wrong..?"

"You're absolutely correct Vikas.See the further irony,Lord Rama's temple falls into Telengana.And his hundreds of acres of donated lands have gone to Andhra.Even some streets of Bhadrachalam merged into that state.If you wish to visit Parnasala,you have to cross Andhra merged villages.People of the area were never concerned when the act was perpetrated.."

"They were saying it all due to Polavaram project"

"Whatever the project,people are to be about the iron gate we fixed in our school to prevent the stray animals...?" I diverted the heated topic.

"That was fine sir.Hmm...I happened to meet old staff  like Vasu sir and Raghu sir a couple of times.Ramesh sir was said to be passed away.I don't know the exact reason.."

"Have you changed your name..? In those days , you were passionate about..!"I smiled.

"I will never ever change my name sir.How foolish I was in those days to have such a crazy idea.That very thought drives me nuts even now.."

"Vikas...It was not an act of shame or so.Childhood should be like that,fun and frolic.Well...convey my best regards to all of the village.It gave me a lot of sweet moments in my life" I said.

Moving towards the cement bench located in a corner.Godavari flows with a faint sound just behind the park, beneath the bridge which would never fail showcase the best view of the Lord Rama's temple. (The End) ----Written by Murthy Kvvs

Sunday, June 10, 2018

A Burial Ground and Memoirs (Story)----Murthy Kvvs

He was nearing the house,assuming it could be the residence of that gentleman Krishna Rao.No more houses found around the place and the ambiance seemed dead calm,yet green fields covered the house just like a maze,fortunately there he discovered a small path to reach the gate of the house.He was excited that many things of the past days will be unraveled in a few minutes.The moment he meets Krishna Rao he might be of short of words in hurry.In view of that,he meticulously prepared a list of important queries to elicit key points, not to miss a trivial one from the loads of reminiscences of Krishna Rao.As a freelancer,he contributed many interesting stories to different publications.But this is somewhat special in nature.

This is all about the burials.Be not afraid.He was very much sober as much as we all do.He was going to write a story about the burials where several British people were buried before independence.It is now called as Dummugudem,a sleepy village on surface for this generation and very few people are aware of the history how a lot of action had taken place here once upon a time.River Godavari flows at the mouth of the village and over where the locks were built to accommodate the water to paddy fields along with boat travelling by making another stream.All cargo was to arrive this way right from Rajamundry.In those days,it's the most   used way for people for any communication.

Adjacent to the river,before entering Dummugudem,the hamlet was called as "Work shop",here navigation center was established by the British officers.Couple of rock laden buildings constructed by those colonial rulers were remained there as their signatures.With their high walls,slope roofs,gorgeous windows and abundant timber used inside make one transport into the past decades.And there were some colossal trees in the place must have planted by those people.Amazingly,those trees looked like what we could see in some European countries.However,the shade of trees is still the favorite place for domestic animals like cows and buffaloes.Sometimes children are playing in the cozy place.By night fall, nobody goes there since the place turned into a devils work shop.

He,our reporter, has seen all this an hour back and now got to the burial place which located at Lakshmi nagaram almost adjacent to work shop.He was approaching the lone house where Krishna Rao lives in.He stood in front of the gate.Never liked to call him loudly.Some instinct signals him the gentle man would come out on his own.He keeps examining the surroundings intently.All of a sudden,Krishna Rao came out from a foliage of his garden located at the corner of the gate.

" Are you Madhu,reporter of some magazine..?" Krishna Rao asked.

"Yes..sir..! I am.My friend should have informed you the matter" replied our reporter with a smile.

"Yes..!very happy to meet you,I will tell you all the information that I know about the burials of that British people.."

"Oh..great sir..!.I have met a right person at last"

"Please do one thing.See there,the dilapidated walls.Hardly just two furlongs.That's the burial ground.Keep watching the tombs yourself ...and I will join you later soon after finishing my garden work in a while"the old man said in a friendly tone.

The reporter started walking towards the direction mentioned by the old man.The narrow path leading to the broken gate of the burial ground is having unruly bushes.But it's not an arduous walk.A cool breeze seized to unleash from somewhere else.Is it an air of joy felt by the deceased souls on knowing the news of there was some one coming here this day...? Of course not to be buried..!

He entered the burial ground.Walls looked very weak and rustic,at any instance of  heavy blow they could be collapsed.Already some portion was broken into heaps of debris.The best part here is no trace of  human activity around the area.Sea of serenity everywhere.Really souls rest in peace here,no doubt.

These people buried here must have been dispatched their services to move the juggernaut of the British empire,in their own capacities.What kind of dreams they had in their lives are difficult to imagine.Condemned here in eternal sleep for ever.There could be a dyer and an Arthur Cotton and many of several other characters.

Some tombs were made of polished granite.Their details ascribed on each tomb.On the first one he saw,was belonged to an young British civil servant.His name was furnished as Angus Alstair Fernandez.He served as Assistant Collector and special agent of Bhadrachalam Agency,in those days.Interestingly that ICS officer died so young at the age of 25.The maximum age limit for civil service was twenty one in those days.Maybe an epidemic caused his death,who knows..!

He moved on to another tomb.In fact,these were two but constructed in close,one was Miss Sarah Claire and next was Miss Dorothy.They both were missionary teachers as per the details on surface.And there was another tomb almost in the midst of the ground was belonged to a girl  named as Charlotte Henrita.Died at the age of 15 years old.Her father was working as an inspector general of Medical and health department based at Madras.Almost the place cited here was more than 600 k.m. and how it happened burying here..?Clueless.

Most of the tombs had got raw deal by some hooligans,maybe in search of hidden riches in the coffins or under them.Almost all burials were dug up and displaced in some extent.Sure to be vanished in a few years,if it continued.At least these are better to be preserved as historical monuments.

"Hello"  a voice was heard from behind him.He shuddered for a while.Came out from his thought process.The voice belonged to none other than Krishna Rao,the old man.They exchanged smiles.

" goodness,In fact I am waiting for you sir" our reporter said.

"You seem to be absorbed in the past" old man smiled.

"Well said.I have been transported to British era of ruling"

"Once upon a time,this village Lakshmi nagaram, considerably populated.I born and brought up here and at the age of twenty, left it for employment.In those days,surroundings were very busy with people.."

"Then how come it turned into a desert look..?"

"That's the magic of time.Dummugudem and Lakshmi nagaram were treated as twin villages.Several British families settled here in line of dispatching their services.To maintain navigation center,revenue works and survey etc.,apart from it,they established a church and hostel so on"

"Did you know any British employees personally..?"

"Yes...I will tell you whatever I know.A person with enthusiasm like you is scarce anyway.You can still see the rock studded building of hostel at the work shop area.Ms Sarah Claire and Ms Dorothy were in-charges of it.They had imparted basic education,lace knitting and carpentry to the boys and girls,mostly came from tribal and other oppressed classes.Food and accommodation free for inmates.."

"Have we not exploited in colonial ruling..? Apart from the facts you mentioned.."

"Who said no..! It was prevailed without any doubt.What here happened was happened everywhere,forms could be different.The nations first opened their eyes unleashed all over the under developed nations.Apart from evil, eventually some good also happened with their invasion.Education came down to common masses in our caste ridden society.Schools and colleges opened for girls.Superstitions like Sati were abolished.English language opened new windows among us. Even Swami Vivekananda said once 'because of you,the fetters of the age old superstitions loosen in this country,oh..British government,thanks to you'..."

" Countries like China and Japan developed with their own know"

"The soul of China and Japan is entirely different.They don't have hundreds of sub castes like us.Here diversity in languages,culture,local customs and political fabric all these are different.Everybody considers their language and caste is superior to others.Political unity achieved by the British ruling or we could have been continued as hundreds of princely states.." the old man analysed in his own way.

"You're living in this remote area after retirement.Any specific reason behind it..?"

"I retired 20 years back.Sound health by God's grace.I have a vehicle facility to reach the nearest railway station if necessary.Commodities are available to live peacefully.Also blessed with Internet connectivity.My garden is there above all.What more should I long for..? In addition,people hesitate to venture into my house because of the burial ground's proximity.Of course,except my doctor..!" Old man smiled.

"I don't know how to express my gratitude for your kind info about all these.."

"Oh...that's my pleasure.Let's go to my residence to have more chatting over a frothy coffee..By the way,what will be the heading of your future story "

"Hmm...probably 'A burial ground and memoirs' is it?"

"Just terrific..." tugged at the sleeve of his guest. (The End)
                                                                                ---Written by Murthy Kvvs 

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

On the Fateful day...! (A Story)---Murthy Kvvs

Is it true or something fiction..?or any other motive behind the news..? whatever it could be,which sent shock waves through my spine as the news got read by.You want to know about it..?Yes..there I am for you.I have come across a queer news in "Orissa Post" daily a couple of days back.It was my hobby browsing online editions of different states to know how the things taking place in different public domains.

Let me forward a bit.The news I read on that day was all about Ghosts.Yes,you heard it right.Some people who belonged to the Indian Paranormal Society gave interview and wherein they disclosed their findings of haunting areas in and around Bhubaneswar,of course beyond it.The team was researching on abnormal entities and which are difficult to be proved with physical evidence.They have had their own equipment to carry on their work.

You could ask me how the hell I was connected with such bizarre news..!Had I not visited Bhubaneswar a month back, I would not have given a damn for it.

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Some times my travels go unplanned,however far they are and the woes they borne.It was nothing comparing to the excitement of the journey that would give a true relief  from the daily chorus.Seeing a new place is my utmost priority of all.To be frank,going to Bhubaneswar is not the first time for me.This is one of the most adorable places for me for many reasons.Both the ancient history and modern spirit  mingle here so comfortably with serene laid back life.

I have reached the railway station of Master canteen area of Bhubaneswar.It was about past two thirty and it seemed almost midday.There were two ways leading to Jananpath Marg main road,from the station.I took left side one and after crossing the bus stop,turned to a small passage which leads to hotels in lane.The locality was called as jhunjhun wala.Boarded in a modest hotel called hotel Ashok.It worth the money paid by me.It was under half way construction when I had been here last time,say, a two years back.People at the reception counter were humble and informative.

Some Ganesh Mishra was receptionist last time and he arranged a vehicle for sight seeing tour at reasonable price.He clears off all my queries about Orissa,with patience.I do not know where he is now.He was replaced by new ones now.Time moves with it's own plans with the people it needed.Could have been in a better position,who knows..?

The hotel room was comfortable with jasmine like white bed and another blanket in spare.I slept like a dead one till the evening.Maybe out of tedious journey..!Took a shower after waking up.Lodged the keys with the reception.Then,it was shown in that hall ,a phenomenon wide eyed portraits of Puri Jaganath and his siblings.What could be the real concept behind the prominence of eyes..?Never dared to interpret it for myself.

I came out of the hotel,keep walking slowly through the passage of Jhunjhun wala.Reached the Ashok nagar main road.It was turning into night.Heading straight and impulsed to stand in front the Panda Mart shop to taste some street side food.I have taken Dahi vada-Aalu dam...a typical Odiya item.It satisfied my taste buds.Happened to see the hoarding of Toshali fest where handicrafts exhibition was going on,moreover there was a music show of Satyajeet Jena in the premises,the child prodigy came to lime light from Saregama li'l champs whom I like very much for his singing talent.

Why should I miss it..? I have caught the bus heading towards Baramunda.Toshali premises was all busy with different stalls hailed from different states.People seemed like a swerving ocean.It's a time for checking out textiles and other handicrafts apart from chilling out.Sambalpur textile outfit was with special attraction by conducting the power show on how they make Ikkat sarees and so on.It took almost two hours having a round of outlets possible to see.Around eight o' clock,the music show commenced and which lasted upto ten o'clock.In return,auto was engaged as the frequency of buses is low.

I have got down from the auto at the entrance of Jhunjhun wala.Conceived walking through the small passage and there was a shopping complex in dilapidated condition.It must have been under reconstruction work.Roads wear deserted look.A chilly wind keeps swaying.Somewhere a dog was crooning.People were hardly seen.Got the hotel room at last.After fresh up,switched on the local tv channel for happenings around.There was a ruckus in the state assembly over the remarks made by some minister named Damodar rout on Brahmins.And he was also seemed to have sacked on the reason.Downsouth,no body gives a damn when the Brahmin bash prevailed since the latter lost the political clout after independence.

Flipping through different channels eyes became wary.Switched off the tube light along with the tv.Closed my eyes to have a sleep.Within some minutes,I could have plunged into a deep sea of sleep,then, suddenly I felt like a sharp hand touched my back and dropped after a few moments.Surprised and bewildered.I wanted to open my eyes.Tried hard.My efforts went futile.This time,I wanted to cry out,no use.My God What is happening here for me.Paraplegic literally.
I understand for the first time what the spine chilling night meant by.

I wanted desperately some power to face this invisible enemy.Who could that can be..?My Spiritual Gurus came to my mind.They were appearing inside me with playful smile.I prayed intensely to overcome this dreadful spirit,if it was so.My eyes kept opening slowly after five minutes.I remain triumphant at last.With the help of my invisible Gurus.Woke up from the bed to have some water.Switched on the tube all along the night.

Next morning proved that I was alive as usual.Daybreak brought the confidence,a thousand times.My attendance at several meetings demanded two more days.Surprisingly no trace of that invisible spirit experienced all these days.I can not say what the exact reason for it and even my imagination quips with no clue.

Receptionist maintained a mysterious silence when I asked him about the incident occurred to me.Also wanted him to come up with details whether anyone committed suicide around the place.He remains mum.I did not have time to insist further more as my train could leave in some minutes.As I was slipping out of the hotel gate,inordinately glanced back.He keeps staring at me.Perhaps he wanted to tell me something and his disability deterred,who knows...?

--Written by Murthy Kvvs 

Thursday, April 19, 2018

It happens once in a while..!

A news article in today's Sakshi (Telugu daily) intrigued me to scribble a few words about a man whom I got acquainted almost 44 years back and I was a ten years old kid then.He was a doctor in a small town hospital,perhaps,those could have been  earlier days in his career.Like it happened sometimes,his picture flashed in my memories almost 2 days before his demise somewhere in Hyderabad.

For  unknown reasons,his name and face registered in my sub conscious mind and no contact was maintained all these years.He was then a slim and handsome guy with pensive nose unlike being appeared in the news article.Amazed at seeing the magic of time,bludgeoned his younger version into the present one.

Come to the point,his name is Ithamraju Pandu Ranga Rao, a medical doctor and rose to the heights of rarity to introduce many noble programs in the state,all I could know about him through this article gave me a virtual journey into my childhood.And got me how a man could progress in course of time.Rest in peace doc. 

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Dantewada (A Story)---MURTHY KVVS

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning as his bus reached Konta,a small town in Chattisgarh.The bus has not stopped in the premises of bus stand but at the entry point of the town.It's not certain to call that place as a town.Fairly bigger than a moderate village.That's for sure.Bhadrachalam,a pilgrim place of Telengana is roughly sixty five kilo meters away from this town.Telugu population at Konta is considerably large.Mostly migrated in search of green pastures,be it in business,agriculture or employment.There was an air of exotic news whenever they come into the border places of the state.Dummugudem,Charla and Venkatapuram all these mandals of Bhadrachalam division have shortest routes to enter into the villages of Chattisgarh.

Srinu got off the bus.And start walking straightway.Deforestation is not at its peak around here,so there was a cool breeze from all directions as he resumes his way thoughtfully.Streets seem tidy, sans any excreta of humans or animals.Small things like these would display sober qualities of particular place.Red soil.And lush greenery all around.The concrete road has different shops both sides.Roof tile houses and other concrete houses were there.A few of two storied buildings too.This was the prima facie.Srinu has taken left turn now.There was the bus stand and a bus kept gushing to leave the premises.He eyed an four wheel vehicle which transformed as a mini portable hotel.Srinu wanted to have a tea.Inevitable after a tedious journey.

" Ek chai dedo bhayya" said Srinu.

The vendor served it in a glass.Almost to the brim.Tea was very strong.Srinu was having it with taking reasonable intervals.

" Are you from a Telugu family" Tea vendor asked Srinu in impeccable Telugu.He was shell-shocked for the unexpected query.

" My you know Telugu" Srinu shot the counter question.

" We are also from Telugu land sir...we have come here for the sake of  business.
 Our ancestors belonged to Razole area of East Godavari district in Andhra pradesh.They moved to Bhadrachalam,the renowned pilgrim place during the period of bridge construction in fifties.Right now the place falls into Telengana after bifurcation.However, our family got here almost seven years back to earn some extra bucks like this" He said,reminiscing the older days.

"What the hell are you talking..? It's more than ten years we have come here" his wife added the missing link and rushed towards the borewell to bring the pitcher of water.

" Oh...yes..sir,she must be wonderfully the time keeps pacing up these days.Unimaginable you know" he admitted his mistake.

"How is your business going on,sir" inquired Srinu.

"Especially Dosa,the pride of our region is in more demand,literally these people would die for it"

"That sounds the way,do you know Rammohan who works as a teacher around here" Srinu asked him after making the payment for the tea.

" mean Gurji..? I do not know where he exactly resides..but better search after going further distance straightway..hmm... take a turn and make inquiries,I guess there were some Gurjees at the location"

What does he mean by Gurji..!Oh...that's for Guruji..!Thank God...came to understand his pronunciation Influenced by his mother tongue.Srinu thought it for himself.At last,he found the house of Rammohan without much problem.Rammohan seemed to have a good taste,his residence was more than a comfortable nestle for his family.There was a mini shopping complex in front of the house.Alongside a garden with different plants.

They exchanged pleasantries after a nap in the room allotted for Srinu.He slept like a dead one for about two hours.His body sandwiched in the bus due to the condition of the road.It was about crossing twelve o' clock in the midday.

"My brother-in-law has already informed me about your arrival,Srinu sir.He also told me to take extra care of your further course of journey" Said Rammohan with a gentle smile.Srinu reciprocated with a courteous flush.Srinu got an urge to reveal the truth that Rammohan has been informed on his request only.But something stopped him.

Rammohan engaged his wife with preparing delicacies.He called his younger son to show him to Srinu,the guest.

" He is Vikram,my younger son.He is studying in class tenth,here only.Hindi medium.Helps us a lot in our business transactions" Said Rammohan.

"What Rammohan sir...You have been a teacher here,if I am not mistaken" Srinu astounded.

" Have you got it informed from my brother-in-law..? That's right.But here in Konta,teaching staff is underpaid and we have to adopt other source for a decent life.I take care of Cement business and my wife looks after Kirana shop,of course,all in our business complex situated in front of our house.

"Won't you get any problem being bunking the school duties..?"

" Do you know something surprising...the real problem starts if you attend the school.."

"It's really intriguing..."

" I have been working in an interior village of Konta block.There are many people in the village who do not want my presence there everyday.Hmm...influence of "inside" people is imminent in nutshell.My everyday presence hampers their activities and so on.If we mingle too much with locals,sleuths of police can be after us.Should we really need all these headaches since we are suffering from our own..? That's why I go to school now and then to pay a visit to the village head,That's it.."

" got that problem..! Well...Where is your elder son, not to be seen.."

"He is pursuing engineering in Chennai"

"Have you not Engineering colleges around here...I mean like Jagdalpur..."

"Maybe out there, but children ought to know how the far off places fare with different things,you know.." Said Rammohan.That sounds too good to believe. Srinu never wanted to move further on the topic.

Wife of Rammohan beckoned  to him to have the  lunch.It was almost quarter past one.They are not aware of the passing time with their ramblings.

"Srinu about having a gulp of beer..?" Rammohan asked Srinu.

"I used to take it once in a while...why not..let's go for it.."

Both of them got into the special room situated in the complex.There were four chairs,a small table and an iron safe.It seems to be devoted for the activities like these.Well planned.We sat and relaxed.Rammohan poured beer in the two large goblets.They have taken one beer each.This time,for a change,Rammohan made cocktails of beer and Vodka.He had enough stock of Vodka bottles in the Iron safe.Srinu got aback for a second.

"Rammohan sir...My actual capacity is only one beer,now you got it cocktails with Vodka..getting me into trouble.." Srinu smiled coyly.

"What's the purpose of boozing..? to get off from all these mundane troubles and to have a good time,isn't it..? Do you know what the great Omar Khayam said once..? Boozing is not a sin,the real sin is being sober after once you got boozed.."

Srinu struck with the logical utterance of Rammohan.This is the day getting wisdom from this guy.Let it be.Srinu resigned and start sipping the cocktails along with Rammohan.

"Well..friend, tell me something about your journey towards here" a closeness felt in the tone of Rammohan.

"My father was suffering from a chronic kneel pain.Somebody told me that there was a particular guy in Dantewada of Chattisgarh with the expertise of Herbal medicine that comes from their ancestors.That's the reason.Your brother-in-law is my classmate and he asked me to meet you here during my journey.."

"Oh..that's nice.You can go there by bus..but the condition of roads is worse...Which will eat up all your time.Five to six hours journey.Do one thing, engage  a private vehicle to save the time.."

"Nothing to worry...I will make it"

" That's the spirit.."

"Rammohan is your life in the alien state..?"

"Not a moment I felt so...!We had been come here in my childhood.My father served in this place as a private medical practitioner,in those days we never have heard any disturbance.Every where lush green ambiance with sprawling woods.For the last ten years,things got worse.A big chunk of population here is Telugu speaking lot.And next Marwaris, of course a few Bengali families too.All the business vested in these three sections.."

"Why things went haywire or disturbed.."

" Different people say different reasons.But a portion of Adivasis allege that our Telugus were the real cause for all this wreaking havoc in their lives.."

" is it true.."

"Hmm..some extent.."

"Had we read any news about Chattisgarh,It would have something regarding terrorism so on.."

"Many villages remain deserted due to the tussle between the two sides.For livelihood,these poor people enter the border villages of our Telugu exile within country" said Rammohan.

"Yes...we used read the news about things like that,their struggle for common facilities like water,land,sanitation and human trafficking etc.These people are seen near bus stand of Bhadrachalam waiting for their buses apart from travelling for dailywage works to nearest mandals like Paloncha,Manuguru and so on.They always look silent and mind their own business.Never have seen socializing with other people..."

"These are Maria tribes and mostly attracted to extremism.There is another tribe called Muria and those are comparatively progressive in all respects.Salwa judum is created with these folks to retaliate Maria dominated extremism.Of course,the organisation is no more now,that's a different story.."

"Once I heard over a farmer based at Nellipaka village,the Maria tribes were skillful at the work of Chilli plucking.And they would never leave a piece of chilli in the field.They are not fussy about things like our local ones.By the ending of the season,they make money or chillies and leave the extra word they utter without necessity"

"There is a link between so called civilization and communication skills.The more you want to appease others for your own ends,the more you need to brush up your communication skills.Else,what the need of extra talk..?Sometimes,it's difficult to distinguish which is genuine talk or pretending act..!Watch out on TV screens,whenever a cyclone hit some places,how greatly the residents articulate their woes and want benefits from the side of government..! Have you ever seen the same serious coverage with these people..?Because these people do not know how to showcase their problems with the intensity needed.."

"You're true..."

"Can I tell you a shocking incident that I have seen in a nearest village...? One day,on a request of an NGO, I accompanied their team,they were of a medical team.Almost four people were killed in that village,in an action taken between the police and extremists.There was a small baby,aged about one year,also killed in that incident..."

"My painful to know..! The parents must have been mourning like hell"

"No.Your guess went wrong.Mother of that baby was sitting with laying chin on her folded knees.No teardrops or no sobbing.Dead calm over there.She was also a mother like anybody in the world.She was also feeling anguish and sorrowful.But she doesn't know how to express her pain by crying out in order to get sympathy from others..." Rammohan keeps describing.The cocktail works so harder inside,piercing his heart to come out.

All of a sudden,mobile start buzzing.It was a call from the house to remind the lunch.Both of them moved."Journey to Dantewada is not possible today and I would start tomorrow whatsoever" Srinu thought so,but hesitated to reveal it.

"Why don't you set out tomorrow, take a nap after lunch" Rammohan said.Srinu exclaimed that whether he has anything like clairvoyance.  (The End)