Thursday, January 31, 2013

Idi maa taraha

aalochanalato nichena kadutu
aaratamto adugulu vestu
aakasaniki vantena veyadam kondari taraha

avakasam kosam tippalu padutu
anukshanam gamyam vetukutu
avedanato krungipovadam kondari taraha

apayala vennuni tadutu
asadhyala antulu chustu
andani ettuki cherukovadam kondari taraha

aavesamto, pandem kadutu
anumaanamto, prayasa padutu
aasallo telipovadam kondari taraha

appudappudu poti padutu
alisipote raaji padutu
alavatuga saagipovadam kondari taraha

avasaraniki matalu chebutu
alavokaga nindalu vestu
abadhalato jeevincheyyadam kondari taraha

adhairyamto venakki chustu
apayamani aalochistu
alasipoyi aagipovadam kondari taraha

annitiki tondara padutu
adda darilo anveshistu
adrushtam vetukkovadam kondari taraha

alupe erugani mulluni nedutu
assalu agaka parugulu pedutu
ninna nedani cherigipovadam kaalam taraha

anyayanni nityam kantu
aata veta okate antu
roju repani kalavarinchadam lokam taraha

Wednesday, January 23, 2013


సిరిమల్లెల గంధం
చిరుగాలికి సొంతం  
ఆ చిరుగాలి పయనం
ఏ గూటికి సొంతం ?

సిరివెన్నెల అందం
నిశీధికి సొంతం  
ఆ నిశీధి మాత్రం
ఏ రేయికి సొంతం ?

సిరిమువ్వల పాదం
నాట్యానికి సొంతం  
ఆ నాట్యం లాస్యం
ఏ భావానికి సొంతం?

సిరిపైరుల భోగం
ఈ నేలకి సొంతం  
ఆ నేల గగనం
ఏ చేనుకి సొంతం ?

సిరిజల్లుల శ్రావ్యం
శ్రావనానికి సొంతం  
ఆ శ్రావణ మాసం
ఏ మబ్బుకి సొంతం ?

Friday, January 4, 2013

My GrandParents House

The best place that I always will cherish for the rest of my life is the one house that defined holidays and fun for me; “My Mom’s parents house”. This was where all my cousins came and where we usually spent most of the holidays.
The house as I remember, was painted in shades of yellow, green with a porch overlooking the door. The front yard had lots of Ashoka trees, crotons, a moonbeam flower plant with branches protruding over the wall, a small luna covered in brown cloth cover standing closely next to the water tank built in the ground for municipal water. Lots of trees on either sides of the house that included mango, neem, amla and many more. The back yard was a wide place with stone tiles for flooring; a small tulasi plant stood in the center of the yard that had small brick stand build around it, painted in yellow and red. Straight behind the plant a few yards away was the water boiler that burnt on paper, coal and coconut branches. To the left of the yard was a small patch of soil with banana tree, coconut tree and other small shrubs with a small center place for a person to stand and bathe. Two bathrooms stood on the right hand side of the yard in the corner with a large water tank built inside to store water. A small storeroom stood beside the bathrooms that held the old newspaper and some tools.
The inside of the house was very big with three bedrooms, hall, front room, store room and a kitchen. The front room as I remember had a sofa, two chairs covered in light green cloth covers; with a showcase behind the chair. Two windows opened behind the sofa and the other chair letting the room to be well ventilated. The showcase held the best collection of handy work of my grand mother ranging from wooden dolls donned in sarees that were well accessorized, hand made toys, cloth work on frames and many more. The first bedroom right beside the front room was the TV room which had the TV, large work table with a type writer, telephone and lots of paper and post. It also had a recliner made of wooden frame with long hand rests and thick cloth reclining chair right in front of the TV. Two windows overlooked the front yard and the side alley of the house. The second bedroom, which was the master bedroom of the house, had a window overlooking the side alley and a door that opened into it. It had an old model of rocking sewing machine and double-cot bed. Bedroom opened into a hall that had a connecting passage from the front room of the house. The hall stood at the center of the house with a large table that seated six people. There was a refrigerator on one side of the hall towards left with a closet to its left. A small bottle of calcium sandos that later was used for cloved was kept of the top of the fridge. A small wash basin was built on the right hand side of the dining table with a large shelf directly behind it. The shelf held the crockery and the shelf near by to the wash basin held the binaca toothpaste and big bottle of lavender powder. The store room that opened from the hall was filled with spices, soaps, tooth pastes, groceries, pickles, flour, sugar and jaggery. The third bedroom was mostly a spare that held lots of post from previous months, extra pillows, bed sheets and beds. Finally, the kitchen was a sanctuary where my grandmother spent most of her time cooking and praying. The small shelf beside the stove had boost, sugar and nuts. The kitchen opened into the back yard with a window overlooking it.  
The morning usually began with the radio playing ads and suprabhatam, with the subtle floral fragrance that wafted from the flower basket, which was filled with flowers just plucked. The hot fumes of coal and coconut rubble boiled the water in the back yard boiler while the freshly cooking curry and dal flavor filled the kitchen. The scent of dhoop sticks and soap used to come across the house that marked the inception of the day. The small oval shaped steel plate, a big plate with dents for curries and dal, old fashioned steel glasses fancied for water, the lemon and mango pickles with powders made from scratch are just a few things that mark the memories of this house.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

To the girl inside...

As a girl it all starts with the toys we love to play as a child. Initially it’s a doll. Accessorizing the doll, combing its hair, dressing it for a party and cooking for it’s birthday; then gradually as time goes by the obsession is no longer for the dolls we play with. Those colorful shoes, dresses, bags from behind the mirrors in the showroom begin to start their magic on the eyes. Be it a colorful pencil box, magic eraser, new school bag, or water bottle everything seems to be, the most wonderful thing we should have. Starting from new ribbons to clips, labels to socks, crayons to sketch pens everything seems important and necessary. A small world filled with dreams of no bigger than cake and candles for birthday, a promising world full of hopes that only has chocolates, ice creams and new dresses in it.

Ah what despair, time never waits and dreams never stop. Beautiful little world made of chocolates and ice creams no longer holds the key to the heart. Fashion and trend slowly start to make their mark and cloud the ability of perception. Everything is new and everything is awesome right from the lip-gloss to eyeliner, high heels to leather bags, and watches to goggles. World is now a bigger place full of things that we must have. Financial freedom usually begins and ends in this world, be it from pocket money or hard earned credit card. We either spend money that isn't ours to spend or spend something that is rightfully ours without realizing if its worth it. No matter what, it still makes us feel complete and happy.

Once again life goes on and time never bothers. World is now a dirty place. Responsibility and survival take over the happy place that was once filled with hopes and dreams of future. Reality dawns and it soon becomes clear that the small world full of dolls and dresses is far off, beyond reach, lost in the golden memories of innocent childhood. Today seems to be the only truth. The world around full of fashion and trend seems to be with in hands reach yet miles away from credit cards. Every time the balance drops by a figure it starts to trigger an automatic machine gun that continues to dodge bullets of questions till it's obvious to us that we made a lavish purchase without foresight or may be not lavish but unnecessary.

The little girl that once dreamt of chocolates and dolls and the fashion girl that once dreamt of perfumes and brands is still alive in the today of this every woman; it’s just that we realize and it’s not that good anymore.

Imagination of the girl inside still dreams, only just that some day it realizes...