Sunday, July 23, 2017

A Walker who refused to get tired..!

Let me introduce a book here and which will make you aware of its author with his own mission.He is a  unique  traveler to scale  distances by his foot only.His name is Machavarapu Adinarayana.A retired university teacher,residing at Visakhapatnam.After having read  his "Bhramana kaanksha" (Wanderlust),composed myself to write a few words about such  gentleman.

His legs are his trusted soldiers.He walked 4000 k.m. and penned all those  exhilarating moments in the book.Sounds quirky..? yes.. There were three trips elaborated all through the book.The first one,which had been taken up from Visakhapatnam to Darjiling,where the tomb of Rahul Sankrityayan,the renowned scholar was placed after his demise.Our foot  traveler payed his respects there by  walking off all  the way via Andhra, Orissa and West Bengal.However Darjiling  is extreme north part of Bengal.

The people he met in all these places were  different in their own way and regaled the fabric of our nation.The hats made by  rural folk  of Sompeta in Andhra were of unique quality to withstand the rainy season.At Ganjam of Orissa,he was received well  by a family and at the same time  marked by a menace of thieves.Khandagiri monkeys' behavior described.Richly decorated architecture in the temples made our traveler tempted to be there but denied it unwillingly to pursue his walk-journey since every moment was valuable to reach the destination.

He entered the  Bengal state via Bhadrak and other places.Kudeghars,the two storied village buildings in the state were typical entity with animals and humans existence hand in hand.Telugu diaspora at Kharagpur was almost  foreseen.Flora and fauna,chirping of varied birds,Dhabas  at  waysides,and with myriad  colors of experiences  reached Darjiling  and Rahulj's tomb.This was  1500 k.m. walk altogether.Fulfilled in 38 days.

And another one was 2300 k.m. walk from Chavata palem,his native place to New Delhi.This was done in the memory of his deceased sister who worked in army hospital.All this,he traveled through Chattisgarh,Madhya pradesh,Rajasthan and Haryana.We would  literally be with the walker all along the way he conceived  with not less than a mini India.He also had taken up 300  k.m.  trip and which had started to reach the origin place of Gundla kamma river.

Travel on foot is synonymous with Adinarayana in Telugu states.These were a few words indeed on his book.The Rest to be known through reading it only.Astute planning with persistence brings success.More over, the passion works as a key factor in any pursuit.That's what one could understand from this scholar gypsy.

Friday, June 23, 2017

At National Translation Mission..!

True.It could be a sin, if I don't write about my days spent at  National Translation mission,Mysore.I have already translated "The God Father" of Mario Puzo into Telugu and which has its second edition in the market after having exhausted first print.That means or sounds something  meaty with my translation.Practically.Hope so..!But why you conceived the  journey all the way,you may question me..yes...there were excuses enough for it.

(At valedictory meeting  click done by Sankar Shaw)

I always want to meet new people and places with its own  offerings.The more I travel,the more I fall in love with India.Already roamed quiet a bit.Stunned with its diversity for every fifty miles and there was a unique unity if you go north or south.Outwardly , the people who  have forced knowledge through various medias  could  differ  on various matters such as religion,caste,creed and so on.But the common man in every state is alike.Am sure if you can't live in India,you can't live anywhere on the earth.

Coming  to our topic,translation is my passion.In fact,it's a  great service.Having something  unknown to  your lap means  no short of service.He took all the pains of understanding two languages and get ready  for you.That's not  an easy job.I hoped to meet  different  aspirants from  different  states.That was fulfilled.East,west,north and south from all directions of our country,I was fortunate to meet promising young translators.
(Having a tea at the dining room)

A new start had been seen on this occasion.Through giving and taking of Indian languages only the spirit of   Integration is possible.Yes,not only from  English,Indian languages should be exchanged in translation.That's what exhorted by Prof.Panchanan Mohanthy in his valedictory meeting.I should also tell about the erudite scholars who taught  us pros and cons of the subject.All were well experienced and in tact with the relevant  topic.Leave some people like Aparna Das  (?) of HCU who  seemed  having gone overboard with her  own approach.

(Receiving a certificate)

I also met some gems like Naveena Amaran who  happened to be the review editor of two English journals and Manojit Das of  computer geek  and Atul Chaturvedi,Shivanath Sarma,G.T.Naidu,Amal raj,Alankeswari,Anju,Kaif,Mazhar,pavan and many young people.Stuti barukia and Bhai jan from North east.And what to say about V.R.Sarma and Anna Mary who almost became close friends.

Maybe, we shall not meet together..But the moments we left  there still in  the air.Last but  not the least,I have bought a book from the press located in the campus is titled "Zeme folktales".Am reading it now.At last,north east tales that I was searching for ,ended up here.Tariq Khan sir and Anwar sir,well  done your jobs.Adieu  Mysore.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Way to Elysian fields

The charm remains as old as it had been found with Ooty  with its lush green ambiance  and sober climate.Haunting shades take people with the same ecstasy and never let  loosen the noose on visitors.We already have seen Ooty umpteen times in Bollywood to Kollywood movies.But the things you do and see there are not less than such  fabulous works.Cool weather at that altitude never fail to intrigue us to rejuvenate our spirits.The boat in the water leaves stirring bubbles on the surface when it turned opposite.The hill station  has many things to offer.

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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

At R.K.Narayan's House

R.K.Narayan (1906-2001) a quite familiar name as a creator of  Malgudi,the fictitious town where number of his characters were living in flesh and blood to enchant the reader.It was my long lasting wish to see and talk to that writer.Unfortunately it was too late to meet him in person but visited his house located at Mysore where once he lived.These were some clicks from there to encompass those moments here .

The building was said to be demolished by a realtor but on the requests of people of Mysore which was bought up by Local Muncipal Corporation and made as a museum in the memory of that great old man of  Malgudi.It was of two stories and neatly constructed with every object he used in his last days.

Try to see this in the location of Yadavagiri of Mysore,nearby radio station.Abundant greenery was there all around the place.His novels,collected books,furniture,citations and his personal photos all were set in a beautiful manner.Swami and his friends,The Bachelor of Arts,The English Teacher,The Guide,The Dark Room,Mr.Sampath,Waiting for Mahatma,A tiger for Malgudi and other ones he penned were to be etching in the minds of readers. 

Is it not a perfect example of  honoring a writer  in a befitting way...?

This was his study room with collection of books .

Dresses he used 

Who forgets the serial of Malgudi stories..

With Nehru

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Sunday, April 30, 2017

A Promising Writer from Arunachal Pradesh : Gumlat Maio

It's very rare, be it online or offline,coming across a storyteller  from North Eastern part of India.Am telling about myself strictly.Music bands are synonymous with that region.And the pristine beauty of nature and untouched exuberance of landscapes all these come to fore when we thought of it.For the reasons whatsoever,rest of the country remain cut off emotionally and socially with it and which makes us aware  whenever stray incidents of teasing or ragging happened in the name of Chinkies.Why this is all bound to happen though they are  also citizens of this country in every respect.I pondered over it many times.

At that moment,I was desperately thought of reading some stories or other literature written by North Eastern writers which would explain the social fabric of that region.There were many tribes with their own specific customs and way of life.That's OKay.But a perfect voice in the form of contemporary writing does make a sense in every possible way.There is a place for a Chingiz Aitmatov from each state to highlight the tapestry of life of the region and rest of the entire country is eagerly awaiting the same.Yes,much to be said and read.Then only the gap would be filled up.

Coming to the subject,in fact ,the name of this writer Gumlat Maio came my way when I  was browsing through a news website.After going through his words in the interview,really got surprised to have known that he was a doctor,writer and cartoonist.Out of enthusiasm,bought his book "Once upon a time in the college" from Amazon.He is a  ray of colossal sun in the offing.That's what I felt soon after reading his debut novel.

The novel sets in a medical college located at Siliguri,West Bengal.In brief, it is a story revolving around medical college ambiance.Hero and his friends Handu,Lokha and Prem bhai etc.,spiced up the college life.And many characters such as seniors and teaching staff went as they should be in any jolly ride college.There were twists,ragging,hot scenes,mischief dudes and what not.Protagonist was a Buddhist from Arunachal Pradesh.How they were mistaken even from Darjeeling people though they were looked alike.

A sketch of life is seen even in the college based plot.Many doubts clear off concerning the stigmas of North East people.Gumlat Maio is praise worthy for his simple style.Yet crisp to read further.He knows how to handle the theme without boredom.Cartoons he has drawn for the parts are fantastic with having his own lining signature.Gumlat Maio is expected to come out with a more substantial novel next time that could be of anything, intrigues every soul about the North East fabric of life. --Murthy Kvvs

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Sunday, April 9, 2017

A Boulder in the stream (Story)

 -Murthy Kvvs

Srinivas peeped into the class to be sure of that boy, oh ..yes,Ramesh was there in blue shirt in the second row.Ramesh was studying in class eighth.And Srinivas has been working as an English teacher in the school being run by Zilla Parishat mangement.Srinivas felt a little bit unnerved to  face Ramesh.Anyhow he he has to take next period,not to be avoided since time-table goes as it was.In the first place,why should a teacher become pissed off dealing a student not less than a fifteen years of age.The same thought boosted the morale of Srinivas.

It should not be termed as fear,to be frank, a repentance over an incident in which his role was defensive.It's a battle inside,not to get revealed whatsoever.Even he liked to speak up his mind,who is there to hear and what is there to judge upon.It's a matter of two hearts.His conscience throbs within to do something.That mistake should not have taken place,he whispered again.

We have to go back to yesterday to understand what really did happen.That was a small village Narsapuram.With fields either side of the main Tar road, leading the pilgrim place Parnasala,was a high school equipped with sufficient buildings,lab and staff unlike any other so called sarkari instituion.Neem,Coromandal ebony and Millettia pinnata trees were abundantly seen all through the way and bless people with fresh air and shade.

About fifteen hamlets along with other blocks ,from where the children  keep coming here to pursue their studies.There was no intense publicity or hike up about the school like private ones.But each year it sees a fair competition having a seat in here.A Good school and a good ambiance with spacious play ground and enough of greenery would always be a great experience for any child when he looked back into his life.

We would start understanding the spirit and real value of childhood,once we had crossed it off.The fun and frolic life set us into mundane world to feel the changeover as years move by.The life we had in the school was the real blissful life,yet,there were some children unfortunately to have underwent enough trauma not withstanding their age.The scars would perhaps be there and reflect all over the life,who knows.

Oh..let's come back to our school,that was Monday.Not so a happy day to come back after a restful Sunday.At that moment,the wisdom comes to mind that everything was bound to transit or change.Even from Head Master to lay student ,the particular day was despised but they have to obey the law of time,what to do.Some fortunate teachers who have leaves in their balance applied for the same and due to  scarcity of the  staff, Srinivas had been drafted to the extra period for eighth class.

" Good morning Children" he reciprocated the children soon after entered the class.Had taken attendance.He thought of having some discourse to let them know current issues.

" Children...can anybody elucidate Swach Bharat" Srinivas asked. A pupil called Vishnu got  up and started telling the salient factors of the program.The way he explained was so nice to his age.He must have been a good reader.

" nice of you follow news papers everyday..?" Srinivas questioned him.

" Yes..sir.Besides that,I would go to library and read different kinds of books.My grand father ,once, had taken me to library ,thereafter I found great joy in reading.Above all,we could read all those at free of cost.To my surprise , very little chunk of people keep frequenting the library." Vishnu answered enthusiastically.

" My are so fortunate.You understood the sweetness in reading at the earliest.In these days,both parents and children are crazy about mindless dirty T.V.serials.The height of worse is both are watching and enjoying together.Keep up your good habit Vishnu" Srinivas said.

Apart from the ongoing interaction,Srinivas noticed an odd boy in the class.He was in the last bench.He was not responding to the current of the class atmosphere.Seemed to be apathetic.In fact,there is no sign of giggling,innocence or playfulness in his face which are all common in any child.Srinivas made an eye contact with him to alert his behavior. No response found either.

" last one...stand up" Srinivas said,a bit seriously.He got up where he was.The same face,no concealment of his careless nature.

" what is your name"

" Ramesh" he said.He did not use the word Sir.As a teacher, Srinivas felt something bad.He never confronted a student with this sort of head strong nature.

"Ramesh...come on,tell me....what did Vishnu tell us a few minutes back"

" I didn't hear it" The same reckless answer.

" Then...what are you doing here in the class room.It's not a place for reverie"

" I said...I did not pay attention"

" are here for that only"

Ramesh remained silent.But no sorry feel in his face.Back to the same carelessness.Srinivas amazed himself that what kind of child this bloody fellow to remain long faced for all the questions.It's sheer disgrace to a teacher failing to have minimum respect from a student.

Srinivas lost his patience.He rushed to the last bench and slapped hard on the face of Ramesh.The poor brat fell on the floor.And he helped himself got up and  silently sat on the bench.Still,there was no sign of tears or repentance in his face.Srinivas never have seen a student like him.

After getting into the staff room,Srinivas called for Vishnu and talked about Ramesh.

" Vishnu...what kind of idiot Ramesh is...he never behaved properly in the class,what the hell does happen with him"  asked Srinivas.

" Sir...sometimes he behaves so,particularly on the days  when his mother comes to see him"

" Tell me in detail...what happens then"

"Sir,the parents of Ramesh were separated because of their internal conflicts.His mother married someone else.Occasionally she used to come here to see Ramesh.But his father wants him not to talk with her,Had he talked ,Ramesh would have beaten black and blue,that night,by his father."

" Oh... such a pathetic condition.."

" And this morning , his mother visited our school and talked sir"

" Vishnu...I understand it now..thanks." Srinivas sent the student back.

Srinivas remained thoughtful for a while.Life is full of ups and downs.Tears and laughs.But childhood should be protected at least,from all these blows.How all these impressions could take into further forms when they have grown up are beyond the imagination.He became ashamed of his bashing in the class.Decided to relieve himself by saying sorry.Hmm..saying sorry to a student...? No which hurts his ego before all other students.Then what to do...Yes..not today ,tomorrow..I  should meet him in person and placate him by patting his back.Of course with a chocolate.  

Wednesday, April 5, 2017


Looking like Malle (Jasmine) here in the picture..? Nope, the blooming of the sort is almost new to me,especially in the waste lands.And also which seems as  after harvesting entity,along the way sides of Parnasala and surrounding sights.The fluffy blooms in white are eye feasting but no fragrance contained.With no gardener care,the plants are getting flourished.On inquiry ,it has been said that these tiny white flower plants were seen for the last couple of years,growing sturdily on its own.Somebody said it was Chitore Malle but no way connected to original Malle anyway.

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