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.

" Vishnu...how nice of you...do 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 boy...you 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.

" Hey..boy..you..the 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"

" Why...you 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

Malle


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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Sunday, April 2, 2017

A True Son of Soil is honored ...!



I should say something about a farmer Sri Javvadi Jaya Kumar Naidu  who belonged to a tiny village and with a vast understanding about the life , profession and literature.A rare kind of its sort.Knew him flesh and blood to have a story for you all.Yes,it's a rare one.But true to its core.Some decades long of his story would become the story of such village.Named by Charla ,adjacent to Bhadrachalam, the  temple town, a small village in Telengana .All the day he toiled in the fields along with other workers in the form of supervision and mentoring and he never forgot flipping through the pages of classics and other ones as well.Reading is his passion all along the year.Never saw a farmer like him to have reading his passion after finishing his work for livelihood.He is an octogenarian,we must remember it, What made him to do so I thought of it some decades back,His stupendous passion and nothing else,Understood it.

You might ask me why all this agog about,Yes I want to introduce a man of grit,knowledge and voracious reading on the occasion.Every tom and dick get honored  in these days for nothing but a man of substance honored on this Ugadi at Charla with his spouse Sai lakshmi garu.I cordially pat the Kala Ravali Organisers to honor him along with the wife.This time Ugadi flashed a real one by respecting this couple with the best Farmer award.Every city is alike.But each village has its own flavor.So that Charla is with its demeanor of hard work,Creativity and beauty.The lakes,hillocks,greenery and smooth going people all these are ornaments of this place.

What more to say,yeh,there are many things coming to my mind,After my SSC at Khammam eventually transported to Charla for plus two for a bunch of reasons.Trust me ,What I am today is a reflection of my bygone days here by having inspiration in many issues like reading,travelling,learning and what not.How fortunate  am I all these with fun and frolic adolescence ..!I had learnt valuable  lessons from the place and spread my wings wide as possible in every thing.This is my small honor write-up from my blog for the couple on the occasion.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Autobiography of a Sadhu (An Angrez among Naga Babas) : A Review



At last finished reading of the book written by Baba Rampuri.Of course,the American expatriate who wanted to become a Naga Baba and experiment his life with wild and ancient order of India.People usually see their naked pictures while Kumbha mela in swing in order to have muse along with any other happening.And no one after that would get followed to know about it further.That's what happens with people of this country.But an American wished to be part and parcel of it to inquire deeper and deeper of this order.Then what happened and how things went for him is the all about this book in almost exceeding 250 pages.His account about meeting his Guru Hari Puri Baba and austerities observed there was given vividly.

Initiation ceremony took place with five Gurus by offering Rudraksha,Lingoti,Vibhuti and other things to this person and an vow was also taken to not retreat under any circumstances.Naga Baba tradition he now belonged to  the Juna Akhada.Yes,there were lineages as many as some fifties.Each akhada has its own senior leader.He receives respect duly  in the matters of initiation and leading all other spiritual pursuits.The Guru  of Baba Rampuri as you know is Hari puri Baba fortunately knows some English,not only that Italian,Spanish and other few European languages.He also calls Crows in their language and feed them eventually.

Our Rampuri Baba interested to know occult and other secret knowledge.But Hai puri Baba shuns noting mantras by Rampuri Baba because learning mantras through the chanting of Guru only powerful rather than dissection of it.If you do so,there will be nothing except hallow words.Despite of it,he made thousands of pages on what he lived like.There was an opponent Guru called Bhairon Baba who dislike the arrival of a foreign one into the ancient fold but Guru Hai puri Baba never cared his word.

There were some miracles cited in various situations.His Guru Hari puri Baba appeared when he was paying respects at the tomb in a throne.All this happened in the night when a storm like atmosphere prevails.The importance of Ganja is known among the fold.Our foren baba met a chiristian Sadhu named Patrick Baba who behaved eccentric and people belief in him to ward off evil spirits is amazing.They lived together in different caves for some time.

The prose he selected is easy to understand even to a layman and entertain the reader at the same time.But there were links to adjoin and doubts to solve that we bound to feel whenever keep reading it.Our ancient traditions require unconditional surrender to the Guru  when learning these sort of things,mere exploration tendency not to be worked out in the issues like it.Narration is great yet lacked some soul.West and East are like two lobes in our brain.West is for worldly things to explore and East is for inside world and they would be masters in their particular parts only.That's God ( or Super power) ultimate judgement.That's what I felt after reading it. 

Monday, March 6, 2017

Flame-of-Forest

I was wishing to have clicked the splashing orange colored flowers whenever being on the journey of Parnasala.To be precise,these trees are aplenty right we enter the outskirts of Turubaka which is just a ten k.m. Away from Bhadrachalam.With the outset of spring season,the bright bunch of orange flowers starts blooming to entice the onlookers. 
These trees are well known as Modugu chetlu and the flowers are Modugu pulu.Its botanical name is Butea Monosperma.Quiet a natural phenomenon around this locality.Bhadrachalam is so notorious for its mercury levels during the summer season,yet the trees of its kind look retro with eye feasting orange flowers,leaving leaves without trace .



These flowers were appreciated in ancient Ayurvedic medicine.People also use them to make colors for using on the festival of Holi.Vedic rituals are associated with the flowers.Another name for these are flowers of fire.Richly attributed in the literary traditions of many states of India.Mainly we see these in south east and South west parts of Asia.


In the process of transforming nature into Spring ,the woods seem ablaze with the shoots of flowers.Sooner the bursting of brimming colors arrest the gaze of beholders.At last,fortunate to showcase the scenes today for our blog viewers.

The backdrop here in this picture keeps negating though the tree stood with adequate flowers. Oblivious of our surroundings when taking these pictures. But amazing nature added its own  hues as a paramour.Hope you enjoyed the virtual tour 

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

A Traiblazer

Once in a while, fun and frolic with a touch of meaningful engagement is the need of the hour amidst the endless daily routine.In the same spirit,Gandhi padham district convener Mr.Busureddy Sankar Reddy paved an innovative program in the form of Natyotsavam,with his enthusiastic team members.This has taken place in the premises of BSR gardens,Bhadrachalam.

Folk and patriotic concept  dance competition have drawn scores of children from far and wide.Last Sunday became a cynosure of these activities.As much as some tens of troops participated and music reverberated to the steps of youths.There were both junior and senior segments.
(Mr.Busireddy Sankar Reddy being addressed in the meeting)

(Children got ready for their turn)

Children came from various schools with their own arrangements regarding the performance.Refreshments and lunch provided by the organizers,troops were selected with no entry fee.This platform shall be the ideal for encouraging innate talents of children apart from education.In addition,Bhadrachalam is the confluence of traditional and tribal art forms and a justifying place for being the center for all of them.


( SNAM ZPSS Narsapuram  team)

Chandrugonda school students,GMR Polytechnic students and Narsapuram high school students highlighted in the event.With the cries of revelers and parents the day passed a bit different.All participants received certificates.ASP Mr. Suni Dutt graced as the chief guest.G Madhava Reddy,G.Bhupati Rao,S.Brahma Reddy,Chava Lakshminarayana, SK.Azeem,Tandra Narasimha Rao.Vasireddy Ajay Kumar and others participated.