Drama - Trauma Final Part

I some how accumulated all my energy levels and delivered poem from Gajendra Moksham (laa okkintayuledu dhairyamu vilolambayye...which means oh god! iam incapacitated please come to my rescue...) even though it has no relation to our play..... then suddenly to my surprise last dialogues of Bharata got struck  my mind (may be Sri Maha Vishnu has  come to my rescue)  and delivered them with ease and grace (in high pitch) in my style :) 

Every body was amazed with my performance, my involvement, body language ......even our Honorable Minister  took the privilege to addressed the crowd again! ( it was election season) and  praised my (supposed) involvement, commonsense, commitment....bla bla bla.....after his election speech(for which he got habituated by default).

That night one interesting thing happened to my surprise Bharatha appeared in my dream(i swear). He was not that peaceful as he was know for. Instead, he stared at me with red eyes...I pleaded him to reveal the reason for his anger,he contended that he was totally upset with my act of mis guiding noble epic. I again pleaded him not to curse me for my grave mistake (considering my age factor)....he was kind enough and asked me to obey my mistake before world at large in writing....after my several repeated requests he agreed to enhance the age limit to 24(since i was kid then) for obeying his order and he also contended that those who read this story should and must leave a comment otherwise i will be after them...by saying so he disappeared....So , i here by obeyed his order....its up to readers now   ..... :)

Drama - Trauma Part - 3

As a lender of  last resort she sent my class teacher to pick me up by using coercion, undue influence,   fraud.... (adopted from  Indian Contract Act, 1872).

She some how tried to convince my mother but my mother refused to sent me...(she firmly believed  that it was all the ill effect of dristi dosha ...if i give performance before crowd....how much more disti ....oh god!). My teacher some how convinced my mother (she gave assurance that she will take care of me ) even my temperature level has gone down when compared with morning. So, i had to give stage show  with out my willful consent.

Soon annual day celebrations started. Chief guest arrived. Our Principal and Chief guest addressed the gathering  and all set for our performance..... 

Our official makeup man gave  final touch up's to all of us.....(it turned really hard to identify individuals with character names. It was all miracle of makeup man. Our unique attire resembled 'Avatar' Purushas.

Then our Head Mistress addressed crowd and gave brief description about our drama and our play started...

Dasaratha performing putrakamesthi......Birth of Rama......Sita Kalyanam.....going to forests ....then my entry as Bharatha...I totally got frustrated over and above have forgotten my dialogues. So,  i hesitated to go to the center of the stage.

But....some body pushed me from behind to the center of the dias(i don't know who it was)....some object struck my way which made me to fall before the feet of Shri Rama (dramatically).......it literally resembled  like doing  Sashtanga Namaskaram....then i manage to getup entire crowd resembled big ocean.....(when i am about to enter to the center Laxmana character has got few dialogues to deliver,   but due to my sudden(dramatic)entry his dialogues have got diluted)

I was literally out of order and not in a position to remember and deliver  dialogues before huge crowd...What  to do ....my eyes were glinted......immediately tears ran out of my eyes ....they seemed  to be uncontrollable :(

Then...

Drama - Trauma Part - 2

Due to sudden swapping of characters i started feeling  uncomfortable with my role (comprising of tons and tons of  weepings, crying, tears es, ......which i am unaware of, up to joining of  professional courses). I have totally lost my interest in the play.

But, just to avoid torture of my Maths teacher (students never let any opportunity go just like that which facilitates them to escape her Brobdingnagian shouts that used to haunt us even in our sleep) at least for 7 days,  i have attended rehearsals half halfheartedly.

As mentioned by me earlier, i feel that Darwin might have come a crossed few boys like me that compelled him to write the theory of evolution. He attributed our qualities to entire mankind ...(man had  his origin from the apes that was his theory).

I never took rehearsals seriously......even received nice quoting from my Head Mistress during couple of occasions. But,  i was unable to get myself involved into Bharatha's character. There is  a good adage in Telugu which provides that you can take horse near the lake but can't compel it to drink water same applies to me.... 

Soon Annual day soon approached i couldn't sleep entire previous night . I spent all the night thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow...

Then to my parent's  surprise i got contacted with high fever. Right from my child hood i never got fever but all of sudden falling sick even  puzzled them.(my father was even  under apprehension that i have fallen sick remembering sweet memories of elderly person who expired earlier that month :) My mother worried even more and she has even have taken disti (Drusti dosham) with Chillies, lemons ....

Annual day celebrations were schedule that evening. I didn't even attended that day school (morning) . My head mistress was the worst effected person with this trauma ..... (later came to know that she even skipped her lunch unable to digest cancellation of her play).  There is no other alternative to cut shot that epic and play with the rest  as all characters are inter related(mutual exclusive)some way or the other....

Drama - Trauma Part I

I really felt happy to find so many readers, large number of emails, scraps....oh!    (not many honestly,  but copied from routine dialog of baronial & learned authors  during release of their new editions.... god knows! ). 

Finally  , i got my answer for not breaking out immediate war between  India & Pakistan in spite of repeated attacks on India(ns). I  really admire patience of readers(Indians) and their bravery of course.....when coming to my NEW TAIL...

In  the midst of darkness when entire world was at sleep only one boy studying 1st Standard (myself) was awaken......why why why???? coz., tomorrow he is   going to act as Bharata in a noble epic Ramayana ......that too before Educational Minister(State)  who is visiting our Chief guest to school's annual day function  and  noble Principal(who equals Prime Minister to me at that  juncture ....before proceeding further i would like to reveal the back ground for myself getting tensed.....

There was a  proposal to play epic Srimad Ramayana with our Head Mistress pending for quite a long time (may be it was the  influence  of Shri Ramanand Sagar's awe inspiring effort). 

She has conducted auditions and chosen quite a few students and myself one among them(as always).....Myself got selected as Laxmana... i really was passionate to become Hanuman because that suits me better  rather than any body else in my class. I would have better suited for that character as it has  modus operandi relation with my (don't pose question like then or even now ) life style .

I was very much thankful to my Head Mistress for not giving Satrughna role (no dialogue , no action :) only reaction:( i really piety him.

Any way,  we have spent considerable amount of time in rehearsals and got familiar with inch and inch of character....we all even got nick names in our school. Even i started feeling  proud for having separate independent identity. Adding to my lofty nature teacher used to praise me before others for my unique way of delivering dialogues....This enhanced my  self-esteem inordinately.

I even started giving one man shows(Eka patra abhinayam)  before relatives...only 7 days were left for our Annual day...Then suddenly table turned around.....

Due to unknown (how can you expect a small boy to disclose that his  correspondent's  wife has brought undue influence to swap Bharatha with Laxmana(me)) factors my role has got compromised.... Laxmana was turned into Bharatha ..

I really admire Andhra People's creativity they can turn Laxmana into Bharatha...Ravana into Rama (flick starring ANR), even they are capable of doing Sitarama Kalyanam in Lanka(new flick released recently).... 

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My Encounter With Nuzividu Mango's - Final Part

I take the liberty(since it's my own blog) to say one word(sorry, it turned out into a sentence) in this regard, my deep sorrow and mournings definitely  overwhelmed the bride's parents grief during her parting .


'Parting for them may be a sweet sorrow  not for me'


With buckets and buckets of grief, tonnes and tonnes  of pain  started back from Tuni town. I soon made friendship with bride's brother who is elder to me.  I have inquired him about missing mangoes.....Alas!  and to my surprise startling facts have come before. 


After listening them i really felt regretful for not having one 'Godsey' inside me instead of Holmes and Gandhi. 

He has revealed that the Mango juice which was offered to us as Starter  during previous  lunch session (mentioned in my previous article) HAD ITS ORIGIN  out of my own mangoes....he was under impression that my uncle(custodian of mangoes) has brought them from his home town exclusively for this marriage .....what to say, whom to say....who is the creator...who is the  destroyer......everything is MIDHYA & MAYA.

Finally, after observing two mourning days i have joined new school(High School) and that eve i was overjoyed to find mangoes (Nuzividu) in my home. My father got them  from a  client who was supposed to give them to my dad's boss. In  his absence he gave them to my father.........


If i was Sharukh Khan i would have said (magar rukh rukh key) " Agar kisibhi cheez koh sachey dil sey chahoo  toh purey kaaynaat usey tumhey milaaney mein madat karegaa" 

My Encounter With Nuzividu Mango's - Part(II)

Then, one interesting thing happened. The marriage which was supposed to happen at our home town(Rjy) was switched  to Payakarao peta, a nearby village of Tuni town . My dreams  obviously have got shattered, but still my mother maintained that she will keep her promise....(after all this world run on the wheels of  assurances and viabilities). My uncle engaged a Swaraj Mazda(Van)  from Hyderabad to Tuni (both to and fro). I have occupied window seat  to have the glance(not to miss) at  Mangoes during our long journey of 15 hours . Again destiny has  played a foul game.....hours passed  but was unable to find any place where i can get my love .

When our vehicle was about to  enter borders of Tuni  my heart filled with excitement. After our long journey, at last  i have come a crossed (detected) a village fair selling mangoes....my mother by using her bargaining techniques(only she can adopt them, i firmly believe so) she fulfilled her promise.  I remember a  good quote from Alchemist novel in this context  which states that "WHEN YOU WANT SOMETHING, ALL UNIVERSE CONSPIRES IN HELPING YOU TO ACHIEVE IT"(Which was adopted in SRK's flick) par picture abhi baaki heigh merey dost: 

Soon we reached the village where bride's relatives gave a cheerful welcome along with Band Baaza(hard to forget). They engaged one school(being village) for our accommodation. My life has become miserable in safeguarding my much anticipated and awaited mangoes from intruders(I started imagining myself soldier safeguarding country borders) . To keep my tension down  my mother proposed to keep them under the custody of our relative(nearer and dearer to  both bride and us)...and conferred him custody of my wealth(deemed).

I was relieved of burden and tension chasing from Hyderabad. Next day atlast marriage ceremony was performed with all necessary rituals. I was busy with my relatives playing tumbola (no time to stand and stare what's happening around)...To my surprise and excitement,  post marriage session we all got mango juice(fresh and delicious)  as a starter in our lunch...I was really overjoyed with excitement & joy (what not every thing ). My ire towards village(ers) immediately vanished( proposing this on behalf of all  'city'gens).

Every one of us praised the marriage and their agile efforts for making this marriage a memorable event in our life time....In the evening when we are packing our baggage, i suddenly remembered about mangoes and went in search of my uncle(taken custody earlier),  came to know that he has  left the marriage due to some reason. 

Further frustrated to note that my mangoes are also went missing....my eyes filled with tears, my animosity towards fate reached pinnacle. My aplomb towards earthly relations have taken a big punch...Sherlock Holmes (detective) inside me started pointing out finger at our uncle, but small size Gandhi(since i was a kid)  who was also present inside me contended that they might have been misplaced by some body else ..... This turned out to be a strange  war of ideology between  Mr.Holmes v/s  Shri M.K. Gandhi...

My Encounter With Nuzividu Mango's - part(I)

There is a famous axiom in telugu which provides that you can't be a better doctor with out killing atleast 2 patients....simliarly i can't be a better writer without testing the patience of  my dear readers especially to my 2 loyal followers. (even Jesus Christ i believe has got only 12-13 apostles up to last supper ..)

My birth place is Rajahmundry(Rjy), but i had my education right from Kindergarten at Hyderabad...When ever i use to go to Rjy (in summer) always used to get atleast 3parakas(1paraka = 13 mangos) of Nuzividu mango's which we never come across in Hyderabad.

When ever i hear about going to my native place, even in my dreams i use to feel the pleasant taste of  mango's (particularly Nuzividu ....even in my dreams i used to  dream for branded goods :)  To my joy much hyped uncle's marriage was postponed to mid summer due to sudden demise of our nearest relative. (Probably i was the only person happy about marriage post postponement  which was earlier scheduled  some where in the March first week  ....what so ever the reason may be :)

On that context i have written my IV Standard exams extraordinarily after receiving promise from my mother that she will purchase 10parakas of mango's (don't worry not only for me alone). Much awaited and hyped marriage sooooon approached (every day after my annual exam reminded me of  one yuga...probably to  my uncle as well even though our  motives vary).

Sunny Deol's  famous dialogue from the film Damini,  i  some how remember in this regard 'TAAREEQ PAR TAAREEQ'