Maths Day Documentation

                                        MATHS DAY DOCUMENTATION

EVENT : NATIONAL MATHEMATICS DAY

DATE : 22-12-2024

VENUE : SNM ZPHS, Korrajula Gutta, Bhadrachalam

Organized by : Maths Teachers

Objective : To celebrate the birth anniversary of renowned Indian Mathematician., Srinivasa Ramanujan, and to promote mathematical learning and awareness among students.

Highlights of the Event: Presentation of a brief talk on the life and contribution of Srinivasa Ramanujan

Maths Rangoli : Students from various classes participated in a vibrant Maths Rangoli Competition, where they created intricate designs incorporating mathematical patterns, geometrical shapes, and numerical motifs . This activity blended artistic expression with mathematical concepts, highlighting the aesthetic aspect of mathematics.

Mathematical Exhibition :  An exhibition was organized showing students projects, models, and charts apart from demonstrating mathematical principles and their real world application. Highlights included. 1.3D models of geometric shapes and solids. 2. Interactive displays explaining mathematical theroms and formulas. 3. Presentation on the history and significance of mathematical discoveries.

Maths Quiz Competition : Teams from different classes participated enthusiastically in a competitive quiz covering puzzles, logic, and famous theorems. And Sudoku competition.

Poster making and Exhibition : Creative posters on mathematical concepts and Ramanujan's work were displayed.

Maths Games and Puzzles : Fun games like Sudoku and different puzzles, maths bingo, were organized for all groups.

Guest Lecture : Ch. Venkateswarlu (SA, Maths) ZPHS, Nagineniprolu  delivered a talk on the "Beauty of Numbers" and the practical applications of mathematics.

Prize distribution : Winners of various events were awarded certificates and small trophies to encourage future interest in mathematics.

Outcome : The celebration was a great success in encouraging students to appreciate mathematics beyond text books. It helped understanding the relevance of maths in everyday life and inspired many to explore the subject more deeply.

Documentation done by Teachers of  Mathematics 

Exposure Visit - 2 (01 - 02- 2025)

 EXPOSURE VISIT - 2

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01-02-2025

ప్రపంచ ప్రసిద్ధి వహించిన కాకతీయులు నిర్మించిన కోట ని, వెయ్యి స్థంభాల గుడిని,అదే విధంగా భద్రకాళీ అమ్మవారి ఆలయాన్ని ఓరుగల్లు నగరం లో తిలకించుటకు గాను బయలుదేరాము. మా పాఠశాల నుంచి ఉదయం ఆరు గంటలకే విద్యార్థినీ విద్యార్థులు, ఉపాధ్యాయ బృందం అంతా టూరిస్ట్ బస్సులలో ఎక్కి ఉల్లాసంగా ప్రయాణించి మధ్యానం కల్లా ఖిల్లా లేదా కాకతీయుల కోట దగ్గరకి చేరుకున్నాము.

కాకతీయులు నిర్మించిన కోట యొక్క శిధిలాలు చాలా చోట్ల చెల్లా చెదురుగా కనిపించాయి. అలాగే ఇప్పటికీ ధృఢంగా ఉన్న ప్రాకారాలు,రాతి తో నిర్మించిన కళా తోరణాలు , ఇతర నిర్మాణాలు కనిపించాయి. ఈ కోట హన్మకొండ-వరంగల్ మధ్య భాగం లో 19 కి.మీ.రేడియస్ లో నిర్మించబడింది. సా.శ.1199-1262 మధ్య కాలం లో కాకతీయ చక్రవర్తి గణపతి దేవుడు ఈ కోటని నిర్మించాడు.

కాకతీయ తోరణం గా ప్రఖ్యాతి వహించిన కట్టడం మన రాష్ట్ర ఎంబ్లెం లో చోటు చేసుకున్నదంటే దీని విశిష్టతని మనం అర్థం చేసుకోవచ్చు. బ్రహ్మాండమైన రాళ్ళ ని నునుపు చేసి వాటిని ఉపయోగించి కోట కి సంభందించిన శిల్పాకృతుల్ని తయారుచేశారు. ఇప్పటికీ గంభీరంగా నిలుచుని ఉన్న కాకతీయ కళాతోరణాలు గత కాలపు వైభవాన్ని గుర్తుచేస్తాయి. శిల్పుల నైపుణ్యాన్ని తెలియజేశాయి. శత్రువుల దాడుల్లో ధ్వంసం అయిన కొన్ని శిథిలాల్ని చూసినపుడు బాధగా అనిపించింది.       

ప్రతపరుద్రుని కాలం సువర్ణపాలనగా పేరుగాంచింది. మాలిక్ కాఫర్,కుతుబుద్దీన్ ముబారక్,ఘియాసుద్దీన్ తుఘ్లక్ లాంటి శత్రుపాలకులు ఈ కోట పై అనేకమార్లు దాడి చేసి ఎంతో విలువైన సంపదని దోచుకున్నారు. నిజాం కాలం లో ఇక్కడ ఉన్న ఒక విశాలమైన రాతి భవనాన్ని షితాబ్ ఖాన్ మహల్ గా మార్చారు. ఇంకా అనేక నిర్మాణాల రూపురేఖల్ని మార్చినట్లు అగుపించింది.

ప్రస్తుతం వరంగల్ అని పిలుస్తున్న ఈ నగరాన్ని ఒకప్పుడు ఓరుగల్లు మరియు ఏకశిలానగరం అని పిలిచేవారు. కోట పక్కనే గల శివాలయం కూడా అద్భుతమైన శైలి తో ఉన్నది. అందరము కొన్ని ఫోటోలు దిగాము.సమీపం లో ఒక పార్కు ఉన్నది.అక్కడ ఆహ్లాదకరంగా గడిపినాము. అక్కడి నుంచి ఒక కొండ కి దారి ఉన్నది. ఆ పైన కూడా చరిత్ర ప్రసిద్ది చెందిన ఆలయం ఉన్నది. ప్రస్తుతం కేంద్రప్రభుత్వం హెరిటేజ్ సిటీ డెవెలప్మెంట్ అండ్ ఆగ్ మెంటేషన్ యోజన స్కీం కింద వీటిని పునర్నిర్మిస్తున్నది.  

ఆ పిమ్మట భద్రకాళీ అమ్మవారి ఆలయాన్ని సందర్శించినాము. ఈ ఆలయం కాకతీయుల కోట కంటే చాలా పురాతనమైనది. చాళుక్య వంశానికి చెందిన రెండవ పులకేశి వేంగీ రాజ్యం పై సాధించిన విజయానికి గుర్తుగా ఈ భద్రకాళీ అమ్మవారి ఆలయాన్ని నిర్మించారు. అక్కడ గల గోడ పై ఉన్న శాసనం ప్రకారం సా.శ. 625 లో కట్టబడినట్లు తెలుస్తున్నది. ఆ తర్వాత కాకతీయ రాజులు తమ కులదేవత గా అమ్మవారిని స్వీకరించినారు. మాలిక్ కాఫర్ దండయాత్ర లో ఈ ఆలయానికి చెందిన అతి విలువైన వజ్రాల్ని కొల్లగొట్టినారు. దసరా పర్వదిన సందర్భం లో ఈ ఆలయం లో ఉత్సవాలు ఘనం గా జరుగుతాయి.

సా.శ. 1950 లో గణేశ్ రావు శాస్త్రి, మగన్ లాల్ అనే భక్తుల సంకల్పంతో ఎన్నాళ్ళో మూతబడిన ఈ ఆలయాన్ని తెరిచి ప్రస్తుతం పూజాధికాలు నిర్వహిస్తున్నారు. ఈ ఆలయం ఒక పెద్ద గుట్ట పై నిర్మించడం వల్ల భక్తులు ఎంతో ఆహ్లాదాన్ని , భక్తి భావాన్ని అనుభూతి చెందుతారు. ప్రాచీన శాసనాలు ఇక్కడి గోడలపై అనేకం కలవు.వాటిని చదివినట్లయితే మనకి ఆ నాటి విశేషాలు ఎన్నో తెలుస్తాయి. ఆ తర్వాత ఎంతో ఘనత వహించిన వెయ్యిస్థంభాల గుడికి వెళ్ళాము.

వెయ్యి స్థంభాల గుడి దేశ విదేశాల్లో ఎంతో పేరెన్నిక గల గొప్ప నిర్మాణం. 12 వ శతాబ్దం లో కాకతీయ ప్రభువు రుద్ర దేవుడు దీని నిర్మించాడు. శివుడు,విష్ణువు,సూర్యుడు ఈ ముగ్గురు అధి దేవతలకు మూడు ఆలయాల్ని దీని లోపల నిర్మించారు.వీటన్నిటినీ కలిపి త్రికూటాలయం అంటారు. ఇక్కడి ఆలయం లో గల స్థంభాలపై ఎన్నో అందమైన శిల్పాల్ని చెక్కినారు. అతి పెద్ద రాతి తో చెక్కిన నంది విగ్రహం ఆశ్చర్యానికి గురి చేస్తుంది. అంతగాక ఆలయం లో చెక్కిన ఏనుగుల శిల్పాలు మనోహరం గా ఉన్నాయి.

ఏకరాతి లో అనేక శిల్పాలు చెక్కిన వైనం అద్భుతం గా ఉన్నది. రాతిని అత్యంత నునుపు గా చేసి తీర్చి దిద్దటం ఆనాటి శిల్ప నైపుణ్యానికి అద్దం పడుతుంది. వెయ్యి స్థంభాల గుడి లాంటి నిర్మాణం ఇంకా ఎక్కడా లేదని గర్వంగా చెప్పవచ్చును. తుఘ్లక్ జరిపిన దక్కన్ దండయాత్ర లో ఈ ఆలయం దెబ్బతిన్నది. భారత ప్రభుత్వం ఇంకా ఆర్కియాలజికల్ సర్వే ఆఫ్ ఇండియా వీటి పునరుద్ధరణ కార్యక్రమాల్లో పాలుపంచుకుంటున్నాయి. ఈ విధముగా ఎంతో ప్రసిద్ధి చెందిన నిర్మాణాలు అన్నిటిని సందర్శించి ఎంతో విజ్ఞానాన్ని పొందినాము.

గతకాలపు వైభవాన్ని , వారసత్వ కట్టడాల్ని మనం పరి రక్షించుకోవాలి అనే ఆలోచన ఈ వైజ్ఞానిక యాత్ర ద్వారా మాకు కలిగింది. అదే రోజు సాయంత్రం మళ్ళీ మా టూరిస్ట్ బస్సుల్లో అందరము ఎక్కి క్షేమంగా భద్రాచలం లోని మా పాఠశాల ఎస్.ఎన్.ఎం. జిల్లా పరిషత్ ఉన్నత పాఠశాల ముందు దిగినాము. అక్కడి నుంచి మా ఇళ్ళకి చేరుకున్నాము. ఇంత మంచి యాత్ర ని మాకు ఏర్పాటు చేసిన ప్రధానోపాధ్యాయులకు మరియు ఉపాధ్యాయ బృందానికి మా యొక్క కృతజ్ఞతలు తెలుపుకుంటున్నాము.

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ఎస్.ఎన్.ఎం.జడ్.పి. ఉన్నత పాఠశాల,కొర్రాజుల గుట్ట 

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Exposure Tour - 1 (13-4-2024)

 Exposure Tour

13-4-2024

పాఠశాల లో చదివే విద్యార్థినీ విద్యార్థులకు ఆహ్లాదము తో పాటు, వారి మేధ ను వికసింపజేసే విజ్ఞానం కూడా అవసరం. బయట ప్రపంచం లో గల విశేషాలను ప్రత్యక్షం గా చూసినపుడు పిల్లలలో కొత్తద్వారాలు తెరుచుకుంటాయి. ఆ కారణం చేతనే ది.13-4-2024 తేదీ నాడు శ్రీనన్నపనేని మోహన్ జిల్లాపరిషత్ ఉన్నత పాఠశాల కి చెందిన పిల్లలు,ఉపాధ్యాయులు అంతా కలిసి టూరిస్ట్ బస్సులలో ఎక్స్ పోష్యూర్ టూర్ కి బయలుదేరినాము. భద్రాచలం లో చాలా పొద్దుటపూట ఈ టూర్ ని ప్రారంభించాము. ములుగు జిల్లా లో ఉన్న ప్రపంచ ప్రసిద్ది గాంచిన రామప్ప గుడి ని అలాగే ఇంజనీరింగ్ అద్భుతం గా చెప్పదగిన లక్నవరం బ్రిడ్జ్ ని, సింగరేణి కి తలమానికమైన మణుగూరు ఓపెన్ కాస్ట్ బొగ్గు గని ని మేము సందర్శించినాము.

మొదటిగా మణుగూరు ఓపెన్ కాస్ట్ దగ్గర ఆగాము. అక్కడ ఉన్న సిబ్బంది తో మాట్లాడి విశేషాలు తెలుసుకున్నాము.ఇక్కడ సంవత్సరానికి 6.25 మిలియన్ టన్నుల బొగ్గుని వెలికి తీస్తారని తెలుసుకున్నాము.దీనికి అనుసంధానంగా ఓపెన్ కాస్ట్ -4 లో మరో 3.5 మిలియన్ టన్నుల బొగ్గు లభ్యమవుతుందని చెప్పారు.అక్కడ బొగ్గు ని తవ్వి, లారీల తో తీసుకుపోతుండడం గమనించాము. మట్టి కూడా పెద్ద మేటలుగా ఉండటాన్ని చూశాము.అక్కడ కొన్ని ఫోటోలు కూడా తీసుకున్నాము. దీనివల్ల బొగ్గు ఓపెన్ కాస్ట్ విధానం లో ఎలా తీస్తారు అనేది ప్రత్యక్షంగా చూసి అర్ధం చేసుకున్నాం.     

ఆ తర్వాత బస్సులు ఎక్కి కొంత దూరం ప్రయాణించిన తర్వాత అంతా దిగి అల్పాహారం తీసుకున్నాము. అక్కడ నీటి సదుపాయం మరియు చక్కని పచ్చని చెట్లు ఎంతో శోభాయమానం గా అనిపించాయి. అది కరకగూడెం కి సమీపం లో గల అటవీ ప్రాంతం. ఆ పిమ్మట ములుగుజిల్లా లో కి ప్రవేశించాము. మా బస్సులు పాలం పేట లో  చరిత్ర ప్రసిద్ది వహించిన రామప్ప గుడి కి చేరుకున్నాయి. ఈ టూరిస్ట్ ప్రదేశానికి దేశ,విదేశాల నుంచి ప్రజలు వస్తుంటారు. అంతే కాదు యునెస్కో కూడా ఈ నిర్మాణాన్ని హెరిటేజ్ లిస్ట్ లో చేర్చడం తో గొప్ప ప్రాముఖ్యత చేకూరింది. ఎంతో క్రమశిక్షణ తో ఆలయం లోని ప్రతి భాగాన్ని పరిశీలించినాము.

ఆలయం గోడలపై చెక్కబడిన రకరకాల శిల్పాల గురించి ఎంతైన చెప్పవచ్చు. నాట్యకారిణుల భంగిమలతో ఉన్న శిల్పాలు అద్భుతం గా ఉన్నాయి. ఏనుగులు ఇంకా ఇతర జంతువుల యొక్క శిల్పాలు కూడా ఉన్నాయి.ప్రాకారాలు రకరకాల డిజైన్లతో ఎంతో అందం గా ఉన్నాయి.కొన్ని శిల్పాలు,గుడుల భాగాలు శత్రుసేనల తాకిడికి గురయినట్లు గా తోచాయి.అయినప్పటికి నిలిచిఉన్న నిర్మాణాలు ఆశ్చర్యపరిచేవిగా ఉన్నాయి. కాకతీయ చక్రవర్తి గణపతి దేవుని వద్ద సేనాని గా ఉన్న రేచర్ల రుద్రుడు ఈ ఆలయాన్ని నిర్మించాడు. సా.శ. 1213 నుంచి ఈ నిర్మాణం అంచెలు అంచెలుగా సాగి సా.శ.1234 లో పూర్తయింది. శివుడు లింగాకార స్వరూపం లో ఇచట దర్శనమిస్తారు.

కాకతీయుల నాటి శిల్ప వైభవానికి ఈ ఆలయం మచ్చుతునక. మరొక ప్రత్యేకత ఏమిటంటే ఈ నిర్మాణాన్ని తన పరివారం తో, తన మేధో సంపత్తి తో డిజైన్ చేసి కట్టిన గొప్ప శిల్పి రామప్ప, ఆయన పేరు మీదు గానే ఈ ఆలయాన్ని పిలవడం ప్రపంచం లో ఎక్కడా లేని ఆశ్చర్యకరమైన విశేషం.భూకంపం వచ్చినా తట్టుకునే విధంగా సాండ్ బాక్స్ టెక్నాలజీ ని ఆ రోజుల్లోనే ఉపయోగించారు.ఇలాంటి ఎన్నో గొప్ప విషయాల్ని ఇక్కడ కి వచ్చినందువల్ల తెలుసుకోగలిగాము.ఇటాలియన్ చరిత్రకారుడు మార్కోపోలో, రామప్ప ఆలయాన్ని చుక్కల్లో చంద్రుని వంటిదని ప్రశంసించడం తెలుగు ప్రజలందరికీ గర్వకారణమైన అంశం.  

 ఆ తర్వాత లక్నవరం చెరువు ని అక్కడగల సస్పెన్షన్ బ్రిడ్జ్ ని సందర్శించాము. ఇది వెయ్యి ఎకరాల్లో విస్తరించి ఉన్నది. ప్రస్తుతం ఈ లక్నవరం అనేది టూరిస్ట్ కేంద్రంగా గొప్ప ప్రాచుర్యం పొందింది.ఎంతో దూర ప్రాంతాల నుంచి ఇక్కడకి వస్తున్నారు.కాకతీయుల కాలం లోనే, ఇక్కడ ఉన్న ఎత్తైన గుట్టల నుంచి కిందికి వచ్చే నీటిని ఈ ప్రాంతం లో చెరువు గా అభివృద్ది చేసి చుట్టు పక్కల ఉన్న గ్రామాల కి నీటి సౌకర్యాన్ని కల్పించారు. ఆ పిమ్మట ఇక్కడ ఏర్పాటు చేసిన బ్రిడ్జ్ ఒక వండర్ గా చెప్పవచ్చు. దాని మీది నుంచి నడుస్తూ ప్రకృతి ని చూస్తే అద్భుతంగా ఉంటుంది.చెరువు లో బోట్ లు,స్టీమర్లు ఉన్నాయి. 

అంతా కలిసి బోట్ లో ఎక్కి చెరువు లో ప్రయాణించాము. అక్కడ బస చేయడానికి కూడా దగ్గర లో ఏర్పాట్లు ఉన్నాయి. దూర ప్రాంతాల నుంచి వచ్చే టూరిస్ట్ లు ఇక్కడ ఉంటారని తెలిసింది. ములుగు జిల్లా లో గల గోవిందరావు పేట మండలం లో ఈ లక్నవరం పర్యాటక ప్రాంతం ఉన్నది. రామప్ప గుడి కి 29 కి.మీ. దూరం లో ఉన్నది. ఆ ప్రదేశం లో పిల్లలం అంతా ఆనందంగా గడిపాము. విజ్ఞాన విశేషాల్ని గ్రహించాము.ప్రధానోపాధ్యాయులు,ఉపాధ్యాయులు మాకు ఎంతగానో తోడ్పాటు అందించినారు.

ఇట్లు

విద్యార్థుల డాక్యుమెంటేషన్ కమిటీ.     

A Folk Festival of Arunachal Pradesh

 

Yesterday, I have received a unique souvenir from the state of Arunachal Pradesh. It's all about a Folk Festival of Singpho race, and which has been running since 1985 to the present year. Dr. Gumlat Ong Maio, one of its editorial members has been rushed it on my request. My only quest for knowing the culture and heritage of North Eastern states made me  read the material of its kind. This festival happened in the month of this February. But creating a book out of immense articles, photos and other contributions is  something like not an easy work. 

This souvenir got printed in a beautiful way with the articles of many sorts like Youngsters who penned for an essay competition, other ones focused on Singpho's Folk life. By the way, the festival is called by Shapawng Yawng Manau Poi. And it's the 38th year of celebration. Though, Singphos are basically Budhists, they are always trying to keep up their age old unique customs. Nat-Worshipping is the name for it. Many photographs of various cultural activities placed in this publication.

Some articles are in English and some are in their own native language, of course, with using English alphabets. Congratulatory messages from the Governor of the state and other dignitaries added. Bordumsa is the place where all these activities has taken place. My blog readers could already have known about the Dr. Gumlat Ong Maio was a well known writer apart from being a medical doctor. And his book was also reviewed in this blog some time back.  

  

"Fathers and Sons" a novel by Ivan Turgenev

 

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Ivan Turgenev's  novel "Fathers and Sons" comes to our mind when we ever thought of the ideology of  Nihilism. What is it all about and what kind of impact it laid on the generation of nineteenth century..? For all that, we have to read this novel. We can also know that how the philosophical currents of France and Germany influenced the whole Russia. Slavs of various countries like Bulgaria, Poland and other countries have common cultural framework and they are proud of being apart from western European influence. Even in Russia there was considerable chunk of population who support the idea of  Slavophile. Russian Orthodox Church played vital role in it.

Well, what is the concept of Nihilism..? ,broadly speaking, it  rejects all kinds of religious and moral values and opposes all kinds of authorities. Without proper scientific examination and scrutiny, Nihilists don't accept anything. Practical approach in everything. This novel based on the life of a nihilist. His name was Bazarov. Human life can be lived with some principles but at the same time it's very difficult to stick to them in all conditions.   

Now, let's get into the story. It was in the month of May,1859. A gentleman named by Nikolai Kirsanov was waiting for his son at the wayside of his nearby village. His son Arkady was studying at St.Petersburg university. His son arrived with his friend Bajarov. Nikolai received them wholeheartedly. Nikolai was a land owner of 5000 acres and owned 200 serfs also. Bajarov soon was disapproved by Nikolai and his brother Powell. Reasons are simple but bigger enough for the brothers of Nikolai to hate him.

Bajarov criticized Nikolai's liking towards classical music, poetry of Pushkin and other habits of  appreciation of Russian history. Nikolai argued that not every old thing is to be hated. With Powell too, he maintained strained relation. Bazarov criticized even Powell for his passion for English way of dressing and their magazines. Arkady placated his father and uncle when they were angry about Bazarov's character. Strangely enough, Bazarov later fell in love with Anna Odinstsova. He lost his  scientific temperament in this matter and also with the maid who kept by Nikolai. Bazarov was bound to face duel with Powell. There were many layers in the story. One should read it for having the real pleasure. 

He did not lead a happy life even with his parents because of his nihilistic approach of life. At last, he died when he was conducting an autopsy. It showcased the thinking trends of Rural and urban areas of  Russian society. This novel published in 1862 in Russian language. And made a sensation. Translated into English in the year of 1867. Captured the attention of whole Europe and was followed by Leo Tolstoy.

--- Murthy Kvvs

"The Brothers Karamazov" : An epic novel of Dostoevsky

 I have recently gone through this much talked about novel ,"The Brothers Karamazov". And I would like to share my astounding thoughts in brief. Already a lot of people came out with their own interpretations on the theme,principal characters,ethical debates and so on.Trying my best to pick out some unique characters in the novel. In attitude and outlook,they would get us petrified and protracted. It's truly a classic novel.Not an easy reading at all.One should put a period of at least 15 days aside to read and understand its quality of eternity and spirit of life pestering questions.People simply say that it's a tale of murder mystery.And of course,that's true to some extent but it's far beyond such conclusion.To stir the attention of common reader,Dostoevsky might have taken such exterior and in reality he churned the entire human struggle in its interior layers.   

The descriptions some times longer than what we have expected but all these are worth reading.For example,it took almost fifteen pages when Alyosha entered the house of Ilyusha,the stone pelting brat, and was introduced to the family members of that drunkard captain. But there was a beauty in every sentence of that episode.Not only that,the psychological conditions of three characters like Lice,Father Ferapont and Michael,the brother of Zosima the elder.Lise,the crippled and rich young girl how she had tried to seduce the monastic young disciple Alyosha was a message to all spiritual seekers.The trickier part is when he yielded to household life with her,she intrigued to switch her priority to his brother by requesting a letter to pass him.

Father Ferapont was another character.He was an ascetic with extreme fasting by taking very little bread ,that too with  three or four days gap.Egoistic about his practices while he always was criticizing the elder Zosima for his popularity among the people.He didn't like confession taking from fellow brothers.And he was claiming that ghosts would personally talk to him,especially those who live on the trees of premises of monastery. The reader could identify many people with this character.His way of dressing,behaviour and talking ,everything could be seen in front of us. Dostovesky's selection of words,pattern of speaking styles invariably awesome.

Michael-the elder Zosima's brother, who was the reason to Zosima's saint like transformation was in fact nearing his death.How a human heart responds to the breath taking nature's bounty when it's under the knowledge of final journey was revealed through this character.The way he spoke with a bird and all other trivial activities strikes an unknown chord in us.Any many other things I like about this time tested novel.But it would be continued in the days to come whenever I feel for it.But it is wonderful to know that all this heavy duty psychological and philosophical thriller was written before Freud  came into arena with his groundbreaking psychoanalysis theories.

----Murthy KVVS

A Review on my Kindle E-book

The Guest Obsessed ---------------------------------- This is the first story in KVVS Murthy' stories book "The Riverside man and other short stories". I am too obsessed with this story. I don't know whether there is true "love at first sight " or not but surely that is true when a human being encounters an animal. If you love and treat them at first sight, a melancholic relationship develops and later on their sudden disappearance makes you to feel the pain, whenever you happen to see the place where you saw them first with a loving attitude. If you tame or I'll treat them they become a menace to you in course of time and you will be constrained to adopt even inhuman methods to get rid of them. The story depicts this truth in a beautiful manner. The language in story is simple and touching. From the very moment I saw the cover page of story my inner voice told me perhaps stories might be beautiful in this book and the very first story provide that my premonition was correct.🙏 -----Reviewed by R.S.Venkateswaran

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My Tryst with Pondicherry and It's adopted Son Prof. Manoj Das

( With Prof.Manoj Das)

Whole world conspires to fulfill your dream if you have a longing for something without expecting anything in return,I mean, selfish in spirit.Prof.Manoj Das, the renowned Indo-Anglian writer came into my life during the days of graduation.Once I chose a book from our college library was on Sri Aurobindo and it was authored by Manoj Das. That was the very first time seeing his name and which appealed to me in an enigmatic manner.His style of writing had some magic and enthralling capability.

His books were read in later years also,of course with judicious intervals amidst my head-load of works.Among which 'The Tiger at Twilight (novella),The mystery of a missing cap (Stories) and selected fiction (Stories) are important to remember for me as they carried some flashes resembled  to my experiences of childhood. Especially 'Farewell to a Ghost' story is one that haunts right to this moment. It engulfed into subconscious level for its powerful presentation.

And I shouldn't forget Dr.Kulamani Dash, a staunch admirer of Manoj Das who rushed me a book titled 'The Bulldozers'. It was a melange of  diverse colors like sarcasm,comedy and a love story turned into a tragic situation at the end. All these are created by One great writer of our times and a resident of Sri Aurobindo ashram. He conferred with Padmasri,Kalidas Samman and many many  honors.A columnist for many publications like The Hindu,The Indian Express and The Hindustan Times.

Fortunately, I have met such a remarkable author on the 21st of this month at his residence. It was in Dupey road,Pondicherry. All the surrounding streets are having the Exotic French names. After having visited 'Maha Samadhi' of Sri Aurobindo Maharshi, knocked the door of the gentle man. He warmly received me and we have talked almost half an hour,though I was given ten minutes of appointment. He appreciated my book's cover page art when I presented him my latest title 'The Riverside Man & Other short stories'. He got amused on knowing that the art was drawn by a Bureaucrat named Sri Vadrevu China Veerabhadrudu.

I aspired to have clicked some monuments,library,sprawling heritage sites inside but photography was prohibited.Many people were in meditation beside the Maha samadhi of Sri Aurobindo. It became a global destination long back.Many tourists seemed to be from various parts of the world. What a calm,serene,greenish and beautiful place filled with glorious aura..! Apart from it, Pondicherry is creating abuzz as an important educational hub. Environment is clean and the sea breeze let you feel comfort anywhere in the city.

The Dark Arena : A novel by Mario Puzo

I resumed reading this Puzo's novel in a journey. In fact, I should have read it long back since myself was and is an ardent fan of him for many of his deceptive tale telling techniques. This novel sets in the backdrop of second world war. Walter Mosca was a young war veteran of American origin. He returned to Germany after a few of days spent in his hometown,refusing a marriage proposal from Gloria. He also denied his mother's advice to settle down in a different way.

One fine morning, he sets out to the war zone of Berlin. Mosca met his German girl friend Fella again. War rules don't permit a relationship with local people. But you know love is blind as the age old adage goes by. In course of time, Fella became pregnant and gave birth to a baby boy. He started his efforts to take Fella and the son to the US and for which some important legal papers to be approved by higher officials. There were some people who keeps playing against it.

The real troubles came upon while Fella caught up with he health problems. Military doctors were to  answer their superiors when they treated outsiders. It made the couple irksome to come up with their real identities. Mosca compelled to have drugs by adapting foul play or she would get affected miserably. Surprisingly, the most wanted currency then was not dollars or marks or anything else,but American cigarettes. In black market, those crates have great demand. He exchanged them for medicines. However, his son and girlfriend died due to the timely medical treatment at the bay.At last, he returned to the US  leaving his second son with a care taker in grief.

What Mario Puzo did want to tell us by this piece of work..? Well, the cruel face of war surfaced with many implications. Not only that, the way how Germans were being treated by the victorious nations was also described. Frankly speaking, this would nothing to do with Mafia like themes since Mario Puzo was acclaimed for his crime,manipulation,betrayal and Mafiaso saga.This novel had been written in 1955. That means his very first novel and it saw no big success comparing to The God Father. Perhaps he could have shifted to the genre of crime fiction seeing its fall.

But for some curious reason,I liked it for its quality of warmth,war time love and historical importance in descriptions. It showcased a different Puzo in spirit. He could definitely have inspired from Dostoevsky while he was writing some parts dealt with psychological suffering of the lovers and societal indifference towards human values. ---Murthy Kvvs            

The Riverside Man & Other Short Stories By Murthy KVVS

Sucharitha Publications

First print: June 2019

Pages:71

Price: Rs.100/-

For Copies: Navodaya Book house, Kachi guda, Hyderabad-500 027

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Murthy's "The Riverside Man&Other short stories" comprises of eleven enthralling short stories. He beautifully encapsulates his diverse experiences in these stories. This is his maiden attempt in English but he has successfully penned four titles in Telugu. His multiple interests in social activities speculate in these stories that will make you laugh and learn.

"The Guest Obsessed" articulates about obsession. Obsession with anyone or anything considers unscrupulous. This story brilliantly encompasses the obsession of monkeys and it's both consequences.

"Missing of an Old Woman" highlights the schizophrenia that rampant in the society. Every three out of five persons suffer from this chronic disease. One need not run away from harsh reality while one needs to face it boldly and find out solutions. This old woman has been portrayed symbolically and suggests that she can be anyone in the world. She roams and rests carelessly and recklessly by the side of dividers. The story emphasizes that our moral duty is to send off schizophrenic persons to hospitals rather we stand, stare and laugh at them.

"Rajanikant" The very name of this short story refers to Tamil superstar Rajanikant. Yes, it is because one of the students changed his name and is being called as Rajanikant. But after the headmaster's admonishing, he sticks to his original name and now continues his studies with pursuing business administration. It will definitely remind your "childhood should be like that, fun and frolic"(23)

"A Burial Ground and Memoirs" reveals the strong connection that lies between the place and our old experienced memories. Memory keeps us haunting and longing for bygone days and this story refreshes and rejuvenates the reminiscences.

"On the Fateful Day...!" reveals one's unplanned journey of life as one needs to adjust with moving time's plan. In one's life, everything occurs unpredictably in the domain of universal force.

"Dantewada" stresses on atrocities and terrorism. It also highlights the pathetic conditions of underpaid teachers and they are compelled to work another business to cope up in life.

"A Boulder in Stream" elucidates the story of a backbencher, silent, reticent boy. The teacher scolds him without knowing his mental condition for not responding to him. When the teacher came to know his family split through another student then he accepts his fault and said sorry. He says sorry to him.

"Polling Duty" energetic and enthusiastic spirit for one's work defeats the hunger of the stomach for sometimes. They work without having food but engulfing water time and again.

"The Riverside Man" deals with a missing girl and saint. The missing girl is found but can the life of saint valuable for his/her family? Why not her/his family members bring him back? The saint sits beside the river and chant deeply. When the narrator questions his life and belongingness and he politely replied and states everything is uncertain except death then why do we worry about. Enjoy each and every moment of your life.

"Memorabilia" throws light on the nostalgia of the CIIL Campus, Mysore. The author shares his varied experiences about visiting R.K.Narayan's house, nearby places like Coorg, Ooty, Nagara Hole etcetera and his encounters with diverse culturally and linguistically persons.

Murthy's each and every story carries a pinch of mystery that tightly intact your interests in these stories till you finished them off. These stories contemplate various societal issues at the same time advocate for moral lessons. Geographical locations and descriptions accentuate on the staunch and unfading memories of the author. His narration is flawless, lucid and coherent.

               -----Reviewed by Shivnath Kumar Sharma (Research Scholar),

                                         Dept. of English, Pondicherry University

                                         Puducherry- 605014 

My Latest Book for Reviewers is here...!

I am happy to announce a piece of important news. A milestone in my journey of writing.13 of my short stories to be brought out shortly under the title of "The Riverside man and other short stories" and the cover pages are given in the post for you all. In fact, all the stories have taken place in this blog and after being considered the importance of these stories to be a printed book form, now I have geared up to have accomplished the task as soon as possible.

Received brilliant feedback from prolific writers, voracious readers and some of the accolades have been placed on the last cover page. All I would say is the book will be of its own class by the terms of narrative and landscapes were chosen. Most of the stories revolved around a non-fictional town where I have experienced many an incident in flesh and blood. A judicious mix of imagination too added to enhance the quality of readability.

I would also like to talk a bit about the cover page design. It's benign subtility with a loner nearby tall trees, foliages, and watching abandoned shelters in solitude enriched the total expression of the collection of my stories. I thought that it has been drawn only in view of it. I requested the artist and he obliged happily. He is none other than Sri Vadrevu Ch. Veerabhadrudu garu. A great writer, poet, essayist, painter and a household name among the Telugu diaspora across the world. Thanking him profusely for his kind gesture.

Blogger friends, you are cordially welcome to review my book on your blog space. Please send your postal address to my inbox so that I can mail it by post or couriers, with postage free. Sorry, no PDF or soft copy. I don't like to put it on any other platforms except on my website and publisher's website for sale. I know, book promotion is an arduous task but I have my own plans regarding it. Let me test the waters.

Memorabilia..! (A Story by Murthy Kvvs)

Memorabilia..! (A Story By Murthy Kvvs)

There are two reasons to step into Mysore. First, I have got a call from CIIL to attend the classes of translation studies. And the second one, to have a visit to the memorial house of Late R.K.Narayan, one of the eminent writers of India. I had written a letter to him during my college days after reading his novel 'Swamy and his friends'.Response from the stalwart was not expected as I was a just common reader among innumerable book lovers. Miraculously I received a letter from him. His signature under the lines typed on the white paper gave me immense joy and which had addressed none other than me. I had shown the letter to my friends and lecturers, in a spurt of enthusiasm. Everybody held me in great respect thereafter.

Thus R.K.Narayan entered my life giving me some special place in my circle. I started reading all his other works with great attention. Our college library became my favorite nestle whenever I had free time. All this was about more than three decades back. But the impact of such reading moved me to further shores regarding observing things around me and trying to pen it at times. I should say it's my initial inspiration to the journey of literary pursuits. Now I am in Mysore. But R.K.Narayan is no more. He passed away several years back, yet, there is a house where he lived once turned a memorial one at present. However, I have to be there for some time. See the magic of time, I am going to be there where he lived in flesh and blood, once upon a time. To experience his presence there.

"Do you know Yadava giri. How far from here?" I asked Dr.Sharma after having settled down on the campus of CIIL. He also came here to attend translation classes. Well acquainted with Mysore since he had visited it several times.

"Just a couple of miles. Accessible by autos, wish to visit R,K. Narayan's home? " He guessed it amazingly.

"Yes...you are right"

"Don't worry. First, let's see other places like Madikeri, Coorg, and someones in Kerala in our leisure and at last, you can see that. No problem" He suggested.

The training program encompasses almost one month. Every Sunday is a holiday, so we started going to places which were in and around Mysore. It gives us fresh air after the hectic schedule of the classes. There was a mini India in our campus literally, comprising of candidates from all states. In this way, a living example of national integration on the pretext of Translation mission. An exhilarating sight with different ages of candidates.Students, research scholars, Journos, teachers, and all other walks of life who were interested in Translation work. It's a skill enhancement program conducted by CIIL, a govt. of India organization.

 Garden City has many interesting things to explore. With its heritage of sandalwood, silk and Royal Palace the green cover across the streets is stupendous. On one Sunday, some young people planned to visit Sultan bathery and nearby falls in Kerala. Almost 2 hours drive. We have also joined by paying charges for the trip. It was just like an educational tour, by knowing many things about the places.

Mr.Sharma, a German professor and I were from Telugu states. Hence we made into a peer group. And there was no dearth of fulfillment what a true traveler wished to have over a trip like this. There were other people mostly younger than us who made it hilarious in all respects. In return, we have covered some other places. Altogether a successful trip. After that, we all made our way to Ooty, Coorg, Nagara Hole and so on successively on different holidays. Not to say about roaming across the Mysore streets in the evening leisure times. Mysore cuisine deeply influenced by the Udupi style. We liked it very much.

Our campus seemed to have sprawled in almost one hundred acres or maybe more than it with buildings for many departments and hostels. By evening after classes ended, all we trainees were gathered on the green lawns in front of the hostel. And some have gone out for chilling their own way. And some were strolling after their dinner. There I have met two research scholars, Kamal Raj, and B.T.Reddy. They said that the training certificate would be useful for their future endeavors.

The young were more advantageous as they have a great weapon, the time. They would be professors or highly well placed in the future if they use it prudently. Cultural front too to be discussed here. In intervals of lectures, many trainees showcased their talent in singing, poetry recital and other crafts. How diverse and fascinating India is with all these mystified spirits of unity..!

Dr.Sharma had sung a song on the contribution of Kannada cultural greats like Pampa, Ranna, Kuvempu, Basaveswara and other stalwarts. I was overwhelmed on knowing this Kannada song was written by himself only. Being a Telugu one, penning such a wonderful Kannada song..? I requested him to upload it on Youtube. I am still waiting for the moment.

Time is nearing to departure. All these days brought me my college life back. Lectures of great experts maneuvered my spirits anew with unseen avenues. Mouthwatering dishes over chatting with new friends. Friends like mentors Tariq Khan and Anwar sirs. Above all the mosaic of different states' people yet to miss. What about your visiting to the memorial of R.K.Narayan's..? I know you're all going to ask me the same question.

Well..! I was to visit it alone as Dr.Sharma got his reservation ticket a bit earlier. I resumed walking up to St.Joseph's school and got an auto to get down at the Vivekananda Road where the wizard of Malgudi lived in a two storied house. The ambiance was cool with huge trees and neat roads around. There in the register signed and entered with a tinge of excitement. Every article used by the Malgudi creator kept in with utmost care. The writing desk, chair, bed, pens, photos, dresses, books and many things showcased for the visitors. Definitely one feels his existence in the astral plane. Did he believe in paranormal activities..? Yes, in his novel of 'the English teacher', the protagonist's wife was used to speak him after her death. He described it to have happened in a garden with the help of a particular person who kept meditating on the subject. I tiptoed out of the house.

What to do freeze this moment in the fashion of tributing the great soul..! I started thinking in many ways. At last, I decided to write a short story, however, the quality it would be of, a tribute with a few words to my favorite writer..! Let his soul forgive this greenhorn in case any morass being created by me on the pretext. (By Murthy Kvvs)

The Riverside Man (A Story by Murthy Kvvs)

" A Six year old girl was missing in the crowd.Wearing green dress and with blue ribbons.Her name was Soumya and native of Kurnool.Please take the kid to the enquiry counter nearby northern gate of the temple.Her parents were in deep grief and waiting eagerly for the girl" announcement blared up in the mike.I am used to this kind of missing news, especially on the occasion of Sri Rama navami celebrations at our temple town Bhadrachalam.Visitors throng here from far and wide to witness the wedding ceremony of the celestial couple Lord Rama and his consort Seeta Ma.Dharmasalas, Lodges and all other outlets of the sort remain filled with devotees.The town is decked up like a new bride itself.

With the advent of Globalization cars, jeeps and other vehicles made available to the public in large way.That impact is evident here when we see the beeline of automobiles in front of every hotel and lodge, not only on the occasion of Sri Rama navami festival, but also on weekends and holidays.From here one would go to Perantapalli resorts via boat cruise.In our childhood, things were very much different.Buses were only the means and travel buses with loads of devotees.As they entered the town, the pilgrims would raise their voice in praising of Lord Rama.Now I hardly listen any of them.But ominous sounds caused by visitors and vehicles galore all over.

It was evening turning into twilight.Ever year, on the day of Sri Rama navami celebrations,soon after Kalyanam completed, it is common for me to have a stroll along the temple street to see the bustling rush of visitors and all other activities like exhibitions,cultural programs, etc.,Luckily sometimes meeting a known person on the way is exciting.Above all, cool breeze sweeping over Godavari river.And the sand dunes losing heat to facilitate the visitors to sit cozily.They both never cease to take me into their lap.As usual, river banks were filled with the visitors, some men and women were taking holy dips.They did not seem to have bothered about their transparent wet clothes by coming out of water to change their clothes.Makeshift outlets were there, but very few cared to use them.

I took a rather long walk on the crunchy sand of the river bank.There, hardly any people were seen, a Sadhu like person was sitting about facing westward.The long white beard gives him a strange look.And there was a Trishul or trident beside him fixed in the sand.He was gazing something over the flow of Godavari river.I intrigued to have a talk with him to know what there is in store for me, like how they manage their travels, food and any supernatural powers achieved so on.

I just sat nearby silently. He was not moved an inch, staring straight the way in such a languid demeanor.I kept waiting like a school kid if he would turn towards me.No, it seems not likely to happen.At last, I have decided to thaw the iceberg.What to start and how to call him.Much embarrassed at the moment. I have donned many hats, but it's entirely different.

"Hello sir...Namaste" I greeted him formally. He slowly turned his face towards me.His eyes were twinkling in the starry light.He smiled and inquired with a nod, still no talking.

"May I know where you are coming from? I mean you look like a Saintly person," I asked him.Felt like committed a faux pas..!

"I came here from Haridwar, before that many other places were also visited," he said stoically.

"Where do you belong Swamiji" I gathered strength.

"Sadhus do not have native places.Entire creation belonged to theirs," He answered.

"How did you come and where have you got needed money for your expenses?

"Usually ocher robed persons like me were not asked for tickets in trains.They knew that we're sanyasis or renounced ones"
"About your food,"

"Some kind people offered money or food. Of course, sometimes I remain empty bellied without any food"

"Are you not afraid of being alone? Travelling around places like this."

"What is there to afraid? Everywhere you find Panchabhutas or five elements and nothing else,mostly what happens is death which is certain to everybody."

"Is it not scaring you dying in this manner?At some unknown place like an orphan"

"It's most common phenomenon right from the ages in our country.A Sanyasi has to live a life like that."

"Out there, so many Sanyasis were leading most comfortable lives and some are ruling too"

"Politics need certain faces and maybe it could be one of them.But real spirituality starts when one renounces wholeheartedly.The world is a play.It should be played until one gets opened inside," He said.

I don't want to argue with him.In fact, my intention was to know about his way of life like how he got his expenses to cope up with journeys, food and so on.He had his own convictions to lead his life.I smiled at him with reverence.

"Please, take it.You have given me your valuable time," I offered a ten-rupees note to him.He looked hesitantly and accepted it later with a smile.I got up and started to move from the banks of the river.Soon I reached by the side of enquiry counter at the temple,there was an announcement going on about the missing girl as she had been found out.I thought of that ocher robed person.The riverside man whom I met a few minutes back.In other sense, he was also missing one for his family, if there was anything like it. (the End) 

This is also a love story, I think..!

Sometimes things taught you well before in advance.By seeing or hearing of others' lives intently, you would be vigilant about the same shouldn't creep in to your own life.As usual, the melancholic sight that pumps the real lethal blow to memorize the lesson.How should I tell you all as it does belong to a human being and of whom I got a little acquaintance, of course with a distance to maintain?I should better not be sophomoric or oral acrobatic.There are limits.And let me pass on with what I have in me.

That was about some two and half a decade's back, I was used to visit our local temple once or twice a week.Now stopped going to any temples, please don't ask me the reasons.It's rather a big story and it would encompasses all this piece of work.One of our college mates had also frequented the holy place.After having obeisances, we got into a chat, about various issues of what had taken place in our college.By the way, She was a well trained singer and had a good fandom.She told me once that which always got down her having the first prize whenever she participated.It made me chuckled since it's the dream of everybody.Lots of days, lots of talks.Days went by and suddenly her presence was not there.I couldn't figure out any reason, for our talks only based on time tested discreet and decency.

Quite unexpectedly, at a different town after so many years, we encountered in a meeting where she must have been called for her rendition.Our eyes met and I was expecting a surprise wish but to my astonishment, she had quit the dais and vanished as swift as she could.What made her to do so, I was sure of her awareness about my presence.And in no way, I harmed her.A lot of quizzical exercise in my brain.First time I approved the overheard saying that "oh...These women are not to be understood, their ways and means."And at the same time, my conscience kept warning me that there was something wrong with your intention.She had her own life to lead with her own problems.I postponed my judgement.Of all, who am I to do it?

However, I had observed some sadness or being dejected in her face.I trust my instincts over many important situations of life whether it's me or others.I could grasp the woes of an average woman of our society.What sort of tribulations and trauma she was to go through was beyond the imagination, sometimes.Being a child in those dark days of my life phase,I know how shattered relations in a family would pierce the spirit of hope and happiness.And it squeezes marrow of the life.After all these years, I understand that nothing is deserved cursing since every dark and light side has its own influence on the life.Sometimes the suffering brings the best out of our life.Here, I should thank my Grand father, for he had introduced me for a great place in my life.That's library.Life has a symbolic connection with every happening.Through that I plunged into the world of travelling and which never seized to leave me.

Well, anxious about the lady? Yes, all of a sudden another encounter happened in some program where we had a talk on presenting my book.She now seemed good and talked enthusiastically.Felt relieved.I never insisted the past to come up with.Onset of light makes everything bright.She phoned me one day and explained how her life had taken cruel twists with the first marriage.And the mental trauma she underwent thereof. I sighed at it as I already thought of something alarm she met with.Above all, she asked me to meet her present husband to feel how great he was in every aspect.Her account made me joyful.As she had got her highest position in education and employment, I Congratulated her.

Education and employment, they would play a crucial role in today's woman's life. That I understand through two lives I come across and when my friends or relatives poking the issue of my daughter's marriage,I always shot back with my stubborn reply as it should be first education and employment.You could ask me, don't they have problems? Yes, there will always be.But they are negotiable and prone to overcome.

* * * *

"It looks great.Why don't you improve it into a good story" One of my blogger friends asked me.In fact, the above write-up has been submitted by me as a piece of article in response of Indeblogger competition.I too have such feel inside me.In fact, I planned it to be precise in every aspect because I was thought of it for the particular format.What's up?

Yes, WhatsApp came to my rescue.I sent the article to her by WhatsApp to elicit her response.Be it positive or negative,come what may, no problem,because there was no name mentioned in it and at the same time one could feel the story.See how things take one into their grip to connive to achieve their ending. 

Surprised to have reply at once.Here are our WhatsApp messages.

"Oh.it's my story. Nice to here more of it."Her message.

" Well... thank you.And which applies to all universal success stories" My message.

"All those innocent days seemed to have come back through your words"

"True.In one sense you're correct " 

" I don't understand what you want to tell me,no offence please." 

"Frankly speaking, I have penned it for a competition" 

"Perfect.Reality always has its own charm.I understand it now." 

"Admitted. And do you know how did fascinating stories always come to surface to lilt the human's heart? " 

"Shed me some light" 

"It should always have come from their own experiences.Of what they see, feel and mix. " 

"A judicious mix of fiction is also necessary,hope you understand what I mean" 

"That's true. And a writer's responsibility too" 

That's how our messages concluded.I wish I was there in the temple at the moment, at our rendezvous.Hmm.it's not possible with me now.Because I stopped going there for many reasons.One of them is my conviction grew into non-Idol worship. (the End)

---Murthy Kvvs