Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Gems of Tyagaraja- 1

Saint Tyagaraja is very well known to all Carnatic Music Lovers.Telugu enthusiasts especially and to some extent some of Tamil, Malayalam and Kannada folks are acquinted with the beautiful Telugu compositions of this prodigal music composer of the 17th Century.
And when it is rendered by Smt M S Subbalakshmi, there is an extra bit of magic associated with the songs.

I bought a 3-CD set of MS amma rendered Tyagaraja compositions called the "Gems of Tyagaraja".I have bought the entire set for one song, "Nagumomu Kanaleni", a divine composition in the Abheri raga. It is astounding and I kept playing the song in my car from office to home and back, which was about 5 mins in duration.
Recently I started listening to others as well, since back in India, travel time increased manifold (from 5 mins in US to about 90 mins here!!).
I discovered some even more amazingly divine songs, two of which are:
1) Ninnu Vina Naa Madendu (in Navarasa Kanada raga) and
2) Venu Gana Loluni Kana Veyyi Kanulu Kaavalene ( in Kedara Gowla raga).
I just get mesmerized whenever I listen to these and feel like getting transported to Vaikuntha through this medium.Hats off to MS amma and many many salutes to the one and only Tyagaraja.

-Siddartha Pamulaparty
Dec, 2008.

Bheeshma Sthuthi

సీ. కుప్పించి యెగసిన కుండలంబుల కాంతి, గగన భాగం బెల్లఁ గప్పికొనఁగ
నుఱికిన నోర్వక యుదరంబులో నున్న, జగముల వ్రేఁగున జగతి గదలఁ
జక్రంబుఁ జేపట్టి చనుదెంచు రయమునఁ , బై నున్న పచ్చని పటము జాఱ
నమ్మితి నా లావు నగుబాటు సేయక, మన్నింపుమని కిరీటి మఱలఁ దిగువఁ

తే.గీ.గరికి లంఘించు సింహంబు కరణి మెఱసి, నేఁడు భీష్మునిఁ జంపుదు నిన్నుఁ గాఁతు
విడువు మర్జున ! యంచు మద్విశిఖ వృష్టిఁ , దెరలి చనుదెంచు దేవుండు దిక్కు నాకు. (2-221)

The above is a part of the Bhagavatam written by Bammera Pothana in Telugu. This has become a favorite of mine since the time I first heard it, from a 1962 Telugu Movie called "Bheeshma", sung by Ghantasala.Context: This comes with a backdrop of On-Going war between Kauravas and Pandavas in Mahabharatha. While Bheeshma is compelled to take sides with Kauravas, the Bhagawan (Krishna) supports Pandavas. And since His might could not be compared with anyone in the battlefield, Krishna promises to only participate as the charioteer for Arjuna, and by Himself would not touch a weapon! However, Bheeshma starts pouring arrows from his bow on Arjuna's chariot and Arjuna could not handle it. And when the Bhagawan can take it no longer of this domination on Bheeshma, He resorts to bring up His Sudarshana and decides to slay Bheeshma with His own hands. Looking at this, Arjuna tries to stop Krishna, but Bheeshma prays to the Bhagawan to kill Him, so that he could be blessed with moksha.Meaning:With the crouching followed by the giant leap(of Bhagawan), the sky filled with the radiance of His armour; As the Bhagawan came running down, the entire cosmos and the world within His belly got shaken! When the Bhagawan held the Sudarshana (the chakra, His weapon), and deluged onward, the green loin across His shoulders slipped down! While all this happened, Arjuna followed the Bhagawan and pleaded Krishna, 'Pray, Do not insult my valour!!'.The Bhagawan then roared like a lion and shouted "Arjuna! Leave me! I am going to kill Bheeshma today and save you!", irritated by the continous rain of my (Bheeshma's) arrows! Indeed, He is my only saviour now!!Of course, I have no where justified the great description in the Telugu by one of the greatest scholars of India, Pothana, on his use of alankaras and figure of speech and poetic exuberance. This is just a post for my own self, as this poem remains my favorite forever!

Friday, November 28, 2008

Gandhi-The Philosophical Anarchist:

On my last post, regarding the lecture on Marx, Gandhi and Social Transformation by Prof. J.V.R. Rao, a friend had asked to deliberate on the point observed on Gandhi being a "philosophical anarchist". Although the Professor did go about explaining related to this, I thought I would rather do my own research and present in this post my learnings on this topic.
To begin with, let us look at some back-ground of the concept of "Philosophical Anarchy". Let's try to understand what exactly anarchy stands for: most of us have the opinion that "anarchy" is a state of lawlessness, absence of government and political disorder. It is quite true and generally accepted. However, the political movement of "anarchism" does not see this as a pejorative term. According to the Oxford dictionary (as per the Wikipedia), there is yet another definition of anarchy: "A theoretical social state in which there is no governing person or body of persons, but each individual has absolute liberty (without the implication of disorder)".
Now having seen the two perspectives, one which propagates the idea of "disorder" and the other on "individual liberty", we'll go straight to the rise of "anarchism" as a political movement, skipping other details.
Again according to my notes from Wiki, the rise of anarchism as a political movement occured in the mid-19th century. The ideology was based on the conception of a possibility of "FREEDOM" based on political and economic "self-rule". It may be of interest to note that at the same time this began to rise, there was also a rise of the concept of "nation-state" and the subsequent large scale industrial capitalism and corresponding "corruption". Perhaps ideological and perceptional differences between these two extremes could have fueled the movement on a grand scale.
I think it's a worthwhile exercise to give this article in Wiki a good read, for further research as well: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anarchy#Anarchism
Coming back to the Philosophical Anarchism, again, based on the information available in the Wikipedia, here are some salient points:
* The "State" lacks moral legitimacy, according to this school of thought. * It does not advocate "revolution" to eliminate the State * Those who believe in these ideas, strongly believe that there is no obligation or duty to obey the state i.e. the State has not RIGHT to command.
Philosophical Anarchism is a component of Individualist Anarchism. Some of prominent people who were philosophical anarchists were: William Godwin (the founder of this system), Pierre-Joseph Proudhon (the first ever person to call himself an "anarchist" ), Benjamin Tucker (who actually coined the term "philosophical anarchism"). And of course, Henry David Thoreau also one of the foremost to practice this ideology.
In the essay "Civil Disobedience", Thoreau shows his clear intentions of being a philosophical anarchist when he goes on to say that " That government is the best which governs the least; Or, that government in the best which does not govern at all". The idea of freedom of the individual is quite evident from his protest not to pay the taxes, for which he had to spend a night in prison. There's another related quote from Thoreau in his Walden, "The only obligation I have a right to assume is to do at any time, what I think is right".
There have been numerous instances noted by several people, including Gandhi himself, that Gandhi was highly influenced by this Yankee from the West, the transcendentalist Thoreau. Perhaps because of his influence, Gandhi was also a philosophical anarchist. According to Mr. Edgar Snow, in his own words: "Like Marx, Gandhi hated the State and wished to eliminate it, and he told me he considered himself a philosophical anarchist". (http://www.mkgandhi.org/articles/snow.htm).

Another important note from the same essay cited above by Mr. Snow is, based on his conversation with the Mahatma, Gandhi said: "Strictly speaking, all amassing or hoarding of wealth above and beyond one's legitimate requirements is theft. There would be no occasion for theft and therefore no thieves, if there were wise regulations of wealth and absolute social justice".

Friday, October 24, 2008

Marx, Gandhi and Social Transformation: Excellent Lecture at KU

Today, at the Kakatiya University, there was an Endowment Lecture , a tribute to my late grandfather Sri Pamulaparthy Sadasiva Rao garu. The guest presiding over this year (this being the 3rd yr) of the occasion was Prof. J V Raghavendra Rao (Prof of Sociology), Professor Emeritus of Osmania University.

The speech consisted of 3 sections, 1) On Marx as a revolutionary social transformer, 2) On Gandhi as a reformatory social transformer and 3) A critical analysis of today's relevance of Gandhi(ians) and (ism).
Speaking on relevance of Marx's theory in present day, Prof Rao quoted examples of Cuba (where there is no unemployement and illiteracy!!!) and Venezuela (improved employment and reduction in poverty in last 2 years) as s0me examples where there has been remarkable application of the "humanistic" principles of the anti-burgeose (read anti-capitalist).
On Gandhi, while speaking at it, an interesting and a new point was noted by Prof. Rao on the concept of Satyagraha. Besides the basic components like Fast, Hartal (Strike), Non-cooperation, and Civil Disobedience, the Prof emphasized an additional component of "Constructive" programme. While at it, he claimed that Gandhi was the first to start "Indian Universities" in British India and was inspiration to the likes of Malviya and others who started the Benares Hindu University. Henry David Thoreau's influence on Gandhi's thought was quoted by the Professor a couple of times and he expressed the opinion that like Thoreau, Gandhi felt Government should not interfere too much into the people's lives.
On the appraisal of Gandhi's present day stance, Prof Rao, had deliberated a concluding section with more debate like questions, perhaps to leave the audience to keep thinking about. However, he made clear remarks and quite intriguing too, that Gandhi was a philosophical anarchist and Gandhi's conception of the state was incorrect.
On the whole in his concluding remarks, the Professor had profusely and sincerely stated that Gandhi's "means-and-ends" relationship causing moral and spiritual elevation of man and that Gandhi is relevant now more than ever before.

The rhetoric was astounding and the Professor seemed to be very Objective in the analysis of both the immortal figures. The references and examples cited in the speech were extremely well chosen and ranged from historical books to recent newspaper articles, showing how much scientific he was in his approach. It was a total delight to get to hear someone with a charisma like that of the Professor, by being in the front row of the audience.

Here are a few pics of the Prof being felicitated on this occasion:








-Siddartha Pamulaparty
Dt: 24/October/2008.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Walk Alone- Lyrics

I walk alone
In the streets of loneliness;
My mind is empty now,
Except the memories of you, my love!

I wonder if you're happy now,
Without me standing in your way!
Would you rather care,
If we meet across the road one day!!

I don't even know what you call,
That, what happened between us!
Could not have been the same,
Which, would be common among friends!!

I walk alone
In the darkest hour of night;
Thinking of you often,
Seeing a lone star fall from the sky!!

In the days of brighter sunshines,
In the middle of a hot desert,
I die and become born again,
I suffer the pain, and feel the constant hurt!!

On evenings of twisted moonlights
My tortured soul turns so restless!
I sit by the lake and stare at the ripples,
And I smile at my own foolishness!!

I walk alone
In the jungle no one's walked before;
Searching for the most precious thing I lost,
Which I could not hold in my hands!!

Sometimes I thought you were a dream,
Sometimes I fought with my own self!
But I know that you were real
And you let me put my love on a shelf!!

I didn't believe in miracles till now,
Today I feel like I need one so much!
If time could change its course,
So, I again feel your gentle touch!!

I walk alone,
Dreaming in the broad day lights,
Dreaming of you, my Dream,
And waking up in your lovely arms!

I walk alone, I walk alone
In the streets of loneliness!
I walk alone, I walk alone,
In the darkest hour of night!
I walk alone,
I walk alone!!!

-Siddartha Pamulaparty
06-Sep-08

Sunday, August 24, 2008

శ్రీ కృష్ణ జన్మాష్టమి


నీవు -
జగములనేలే పరమాత్ముడవు

జన్మనెత్తిన పురుషోత్తముడవు

గోవుల గాచిన గోవిందుడవు

గోపిక వలచిన గోపాలుడవు

శాంత రూపుడవు నారాయాణుడవు

ఉగ్ర రూపుడవు నారసింహుడవు

గీతనుపలికిన శ్రీ కృష్ణుడవు;

నిన్నే నమ్మిన ధ్రువుడను నేను

పసివాడను నే ప్రహ్లాదుడను

కుచేలుడి వంటి బీద వాడను

నీకై వేచే శభరి ని నేను!

నీ నామములు నే విని పులకిస్తూ,

నీ దివ్య రూపములు నే తిలకిస్తూ,

నా మది నిండుగ నిన్నే నింపిన

నా తలిదండ్రుల, గురువుల తలుస్తూ ;

నా భవహరమును కావగ నాకై

భాగవత కావ్యంబు రచించిన

కవిగురు పరమ భక్త పోతనకు

నిత్యం నివాళులు అర్పణచేస్తూ:

భాద్రపద బహుల అష్టమి దినమున

ధర్మపాలన చేయగ దివిపై

అవతరించిన అచ్యుత నీకిదే

నా హృది పలికిన మంగళహారతి!

-సిధ్ధార్థా పాములపర్తి
janmaashtami, 2008

Monday, August 18, 2008

ఓరుగల్లు నగారా






గణపతి దేవుడి పట్టపుటేనుగు
మదమెక్కి కదనరంగమున కదంతొక్కింది
రాణి రుద్రమ వీరఖడ్గము
ధగధగ మెరిసి భగభగ మండింది
బమ్మెర పోతన భాగవతంబు
అభ్యుదయంతో ఏకీభవించింది
భధ్రకాలీ,పద్మాక్షమ్మా,గోవిందరాజులు
కొండంత ధైర్యము గుండెలనిండా నింపిరి!



కోటలు నిలిపిన సంగ్రామాలకు
కాంతులు జల్లిన సాహిత్యాలకు
కానుపు పోసిన కన్నతల్లి
కాకతీయుల కంటి వెలుగు,
నా ఓరుగల్లు నగారా మోగింది!



విప్లవాలకు, ఉద్యమాలకు
ఊపిరి పోసిన ఊరు ఇదేలే!
సాంఘిక, పౌరాణిక చరిత్ర ల
సాక్షిగ నిలిచిన గడ్డ ఇదేలే!
జానపదాలను జ్ఞానపదానికి
నిండుగ చేర్చిన నగరమిదేలే!
విద్యారణ్యుని విజ్ఞాన ధనాన్ని
విప్రుల కొసగిన వేదికిదేలే!

బతుకమ్మ, బోనాల పండుగల,
సమ్మక్క సారక్క జాతరల,
ప్రజల ప్రభంజన ప్రచండముగ
ప్రపంచమంతా వినిపిస్తుండగ
నా ఓరుగల్లు నగారా మోగింది!


-సిధ్ధార్థా పాములపర్తి
ఆగష్టు ౧౮, ౨౦౦౮.




Thursday, August 14, 2008

To Bhaarath.. On 61st year of Independence





I wake up from my deep slumber
With your memories in my dreams;
I bathe myself in the holy Ganga
Where it flows through your heart.
I saunter through dark wilderness,
Carrying the torch of your wisdom;
I sing to the World nay, to Universe
Of your great pride and fortitude!
I speak the noble, humble tongue
That from your womb was begot
I pass my life through days and nights
And seasons from Winter through Fall-
Every moment, inside my heart,
It is your name that I always call;
Like the peaks of Himalayas that stand
High on the ground and touch the sky,
With overwhelming and boundless joy
For your mighty grand honor, I cry:
Mother Nation, Bhaarath, to you today
To millions of my brothers too
With all my love I proudly say
Happy Independence to you!
Happy Independence to you!!

Jai Hind! Vande Mataram!!


-Siddartha Pamulaparty

August 15th, 2008

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Some more sketches





Some Sketches





All Sketches drawn by me on 08 and 09 August 2008.
-Siddartha Pamulaparty

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Hymns in the making...

BLINDNESS

Neither time nor eternity
Can heal these pains I suffer today;
Nor can the pious winds take away
These fears deep inside myself!
Pouring rains or flooding rivers
Cannot put off this burning fire-
In my lone heart , broken to shards
By constant torture of evil thoughts.

VISION

My brow is smeared with holy dust
My arms hold my offerings to you
My eyes, fixed on your smiling lips
My heart chanting your thousand names.
Awakening in my deepest thoughts,
Is your vision over the horizon:
Like million suns rising up at once
From far across the deep oceans.

Siddartha Pamulaparty
Aug 06, 2008.

A part of Life at 26

God knows I tried my best to learn the ways of this world, even had
inklings we could be glorious; but after all that's happened, the
inkles ain't easy anymore. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?


The above lines are from the first page of the book "Vernon God Little" by DBC Pierre (real name Peter Fineley). The book won the Man Booker Prize for the year 2003. The "DBC" in Mr Fineley's pen-name stands for DIRTY BUT CLEAN.
Well, I read it about 4 years ago, then why am I posting this now? Well, definitely not a review of the book. Just that I got the same feeling which I got several times before, looking at the life "at-work".
You can say it is a kind of frustration and possibly because of stress. Not physical. I would prefer to call it psychological stress rather than "mental" stress, if only there is a difference between the two words, the way I perceive it. Mental stress, is common in almost every walk of human life. This particular category which I fantastically term as psychological might be a version of the mental stress, I intend to use it here, to depict the specific scenario where the "Shit Happens". (Well that's from the book I mentioned, first section of it is called "Shit Happened"!).
The funny part of the kind of stress I am talking about is that the reason and cause of this stress cannot be attributed to any one particular event. In fact I guess this a cumulative feeling of all shitty things that happen to you and that happen around you!!

Indeed in the past 26 years of my life, I have tried like Vernon, to "know the ways of the world". And to some extent I must say I succeed.

While in early teen years, on the roof-top of my home in Warangal, I was gazing at the Stars in the sky and sometimes saw some of them falling and in a stupid way, I believed, what I ever ask at that moment will come true. And of course I asked for stupid things to happen.
Also, I used to think about life and death and was just asking questions to myself on the purpose of my life. I could not entirely answer the question then, but somehow remained content with some of possible answers and was capable in behaving normally.

Then, in graduation, I guess, I learnt some stuff from the profs and my friends about the societal world although I was still weak in some details of observing and understanding complexities of people. I did waste my "brain" with stupid thoughts which might have been a little too early and illogical set of trains. Overall, four years of learning to prepare for life and to get close to answering the questions of life, philosophy and logic, but not quite there yet.

First step in the outer world, when I traveled to Chennai, welcomed with a dirty look. I almost questioned everything I believed firmly so far and was greatly depressed. Several times in the beginning there, I had experiences of deja vu. You know what? I attributed them to my FATE and told my friend that I think I am on the path of my destiny and somewhere close to it, hence I should be content and just go with the flow. I had I think spent the best time with myself during the one and half-year here. I read quite a few remarkable books during this time, the important one's being: The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, Walden by Henry David Thoreau, "A text book of Western Philosophy" by (forgot the author name), Brhadaranyaka Upanisad, few dialogues of Plato, and The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. Amidst my contemplations, I thought I discovered the complete path to Self-Realization (and hence liberation) in the most logical way. I also was able to coin several aphorisms, which I used to stick on the walls for me to think more about them in depth when I looked at them. However, during the last few months there, I kept everything aside and believed firmly in what I read in Alchemist, "when you desire something, the entire universe conspires in a way that you achieve it." (Note: I am currently debating on this statement within myself).

Later, life moved on, I stepped into another realm of the Universe. Work. First two years of the job, I had experienced apprehension, unrest, excitement, complacence, enthusiasm, frustration amongst many other odd feelings. For a period of time, for an year or so the "stupid" in me woke up again, only this time the stupid thoughts seemed so logical than before. I do not argue now about this, because these "thoughts" and "feelings" were much more matured and natural than the earlier phases of my life and for the first time, I felt they made sense. But there was conflict, like in everything else. Somehow that period is over, with mild..hmm no rather very strong reminiscences, even now. There are things I learnt of course, while moving my accommodations, meeting new people and making friends and also, developing strongly some convictions, which I was rather too shy to consider accepting before.

Now, after almost 4 years into earning phase, and 26 years of my presence on some part of the world at all times, I do think that I know enough about how the world works in general. I guess I learnt a lot in last 4 years than what I learnt in the past 22 years. Of course, this new level of knowledge has definite foundation in various conscious or subconscious thoughts in my earlier life.
I believe it is now time, to really and finally do what I Love to do and re-set my priorites in the most rational and sensible way possible. It is also time to pay back to the world for what it had offered me so far. But this is not something which is going to happen in an instance or overnight. I merely initiate the process now...it might take a few years or a couple of decades to complete.
I am certainly sure, I will atleast live long enough to see it complete, or at least to that extent where my contributions and my work is done, before I die.

I will perhaps write about, what I consider, this most important part/phase of my life, somewhere in the future whence I can see the things in clear light.

-Siddartha Pamulaparty.
Aug 6, 2008.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

పౌర్ణమి

నిండు వెన్నెల కుండపోతగా
కురిపిస్తాడు మురిపిస్తాడు
తామర పూవుల రెక్కలనన్ని
తెరిపిస్తాడు మెరిపిస్తాడు
నిషాచరులను శశీకిరణముల
తడిపిస్తాడు నడిపిస్తాడు
కైలాసంలో కాన్తులనెన్నో
ఛల్లిస్తాడు ఝల్లిస్తాడు
ప్రభాకరుని ప్రతిబింబంబై
వెలుగిస్తాడు గెలుపిస్తాడు
అవనిఘర్భమున అన్యాయాల
పనిచూస్తాడు అణిచేస్తాడు

చుక్కలనన్ని చక్కగచేర్చి
లాలిస్తాడు పాలిస్తాడు
ఆదిశక్తియే ఆతని అమ్మగ
తిలకిస్తాడు పులకిస్తాడు...
చిన్నపిల్లలకు చందమామయై,
యువతకు తమ తమ ప్రేయసిప్రియుడై,
గృహిణిగృహులకు అనుకూల గ్రహంబై...
అన్నీ యెరిగిన పెద్దవారలకు
అద్వైతము తానై వేదాంతసారముల
వెలుగిస్తాడు పలుకిస్తాడు...


సిధ్ధార్థా పాములపర్తి
జూలై ౧౯, ౨౦౦౮

Friday, July 11, 2008

అమావాస్య

అలిగిన జాబిల్లి నేడు
ఆకసంలో కానరాడు
కర్పూరం కరిగినట్లు
కడకు మాయమైనాడు....
సదాశివుని శిఖములోన
చిక్కి బంధీ ఐనాడో?
కలువపూల కౌగిలిలో
బిగిసి శ్వాస విడిచినాడో?
మబ్బుల రథములుయెక్కి
మరి దారి తప్పిపోయినాడో?
లేక మధుపానీయంబు తాగి
మత్తులలో మునిగినాడో?
ఆ రవి ఆరని మంటల
కాహుతేమో ఐనాడో?
ఈ భువిపై అక్రమాలకోర్వక
ముఖముతిప్పి మాడ్చినాడో?
తారకలెన్నొ ఉన్నా
తాను మాత్రమొంటరియై
తల్లి లేని పిల్లవాడినని
తలచి బెంగపడ్డాడో?


అలిగిన జాబిల్లి నేడు
ఆకసంలో కానరాడు
కర్పూరం కరిగినట్లు
కడకు మాయమైనాడు......

సిద్దార్థా పాములపర్తి
జూలై ౧౧, ౨౦౦౮

Friday, July 04, 2008

Bob Dylan- A Tribute


Some inspiring and interesting lyrics from various songs of Bob Dylan:


Bob dylan's lines:
1) You don't understand it - my feelings for you

Well, you'd be honest with me if only you knew

(Honest with me)
2) But if you got to go,

It's all right.

But if you got to go, go now,

Or else you gotta stay all night.
3) I'll remember you

When I've forgotten all the rest,

You to me were true,

You to me were the best.

When there is no more,

You cut to the core

Quicker than anyone I knew.

When I'm all alone

In the great unknown,

I'll remember you.
I'll remember you

At the end of the trail,

I had so much left to do,

I had so little time to fail.

There's some people that

You don't forget,

Even though you've only seen'm

One time or two.

When the roses fade

And I'm in the shade,

I'll remember you.


Didn't I, didn't I try to love you?

Didn't I, didn't I try to care?

Didn't I sleep, didn't I weep beside you

With the rain blowing in your hair?

I'll remember you

When the wind blows through the piney wood.

It was you who came right through,

It was you who understood.

Though I'd never say

That I done it the way

That you'd have liked me to.

In the end,

My dear sweet friend,

I'll remember you.

4) How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

5) You know I love her

Yeah I love her

I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World


Friday, June 27, 2008

Seshappa Kavi "Sri Narasimha Shatakamu"

I was skimming through a Telugu book on the "Sri Narasimha Shatakam", orginally claimed to be written by Sri Seshappa Kavi with commentary by Vidwan, Kasireddy Venkatapathi Reddy. (First published in 2001 December by Sri Paavani Seva Samithi, Hyderabad).



In the Preface, I found something very interesting and thought of just posting it to my blog, with needful translation of Mr.Reddy's original words in Telugu.



Here it goes:



"nrusimhaa raamakrishneShu Shaadgunyam paripooritham", this Sanskrit phase means that: Narasimha avatara (the lion-faced incarnation of Vishnu) has the quality of "opulence" (aishwaryamu), Rama has the quality of opulence plus "pleasantness" (maadhuryamu) and Krishna combines the qualities of opulence, pleasantness along with "vigor or prowess" (veeryamu). Thus these qualities have become a completeness through these three avataras. In Telugu, there were 3 "shataka"s (a collection of hundred poems) dedicated to each of these avataras, namely:



1) Sri Narasimha Shatakam



2) Dhaasharadhi Shatakam (Rama)



3) Sri Krishna Shatakam



Of the 23 incarnations of Sri Maha Vishnu, according to all puranas, except for the three stated above, none are associated with the pre-fixed title "Sri". These three incarnations have the nature of Vishnu deep-rooted within them.



"Sri Raama Raama Raamethi, Rame Raame Manorame, Sahasranaama tat tulyam Raama naama varaanane": according to this famous sloka, chanting the name of Rama once is equivalent to chanting the thousand names of Vishnu (Vishnu Sahasranamasttotram). That is the reason why the name of Rama, earned the "Sri" title.



Narasimha swamy always has Lakshmi in His proximity. Hence a 'Sri' for Him.



And "Krishnasthu bhagawaan swayam", roughly, Krishna is the God Himself, hence He is always Sri Krishna.







Similarly another extract, on the influence of Bammera Pothana on Seshappa Kavi:



Every poem of the Sri Narasimha Shatakam, clearly proves that Seshappa Kavi has mastered the Pothana's literary magnum opus "SrimadhaandhramahaaBhaagavatam" and had studied it in depth. For instance in the 74th poem, where he questions on the subject saying "why should caste or creed become a criteria to be blessed by Sri Hari?", quoting examples of Vyaasa, Viduraa, Vaalmiki, he also quotes :"Sri Suka", which is noteworthy. The first time "Suka" was called "Sri Suka" was by Bammera Potana and the only other who used the same is again our Seshappa.



It is important to note something here: the three words Hamsa--Parama Hamsa--Sri Parama Hamsa, have different annotations and meanings. The one who meditates on Brahman is Hamsa (check out the word "So Ham"), the deity who shines with the attributes of motionless and life (compare stillness,as in death and movement, as in life) is Parama Hamsa and that who is free of stillness (irrationality) and is full of life (Spirit and sensation) is Sri Parama Hamsa. Seers and philosophers have called "Sri Suka" as "Sri Parama Hamsa". Our beloved Seshappa clearly knows that "Suka" is not an ordinary "Suka", but "Sri Suka".




About Seshappa Kavi (very very brief):

Seshappa Kavi, according to the book, could have approximately during 1800 AD. He belonged to Dharmapuri, a holy place on the banks of Godavari River in the Telangana region. He was a poet who dedicated his life to Sri Narasimha Swamy.



He wrote two Shatakams. The first centennial is called "Sri NRukEsaree" shatakam. The second is the Sri Narasimha Shatakam. He claimed his "linguistic" skills are plain ordinary. Along with his skills with the language, he was a highly devout person and this shows in most of his poems.


Also, it seems from many of his poems that he lived in dire poverty and sometimes had to plead and take help of scoundrels to survive, for basic needs of food.

I will try to put in more details about him as I read through the book in future posts.







- Siddartha Pamulaparty
27 June 2008.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Rani Rudrama Devi--the great Warrior-Ruler of the Kakatiyas

There would not be a single Telugu who has not read about or atleast heard about the great King of the Kakatiyas..Rudrama Devi (intentionally called a King).



She ruled the Kingdom of the Kakatiyas, basing Warangal as the capital between 1261 AD to 1289 AD.



Here are some interesting pieces from the Kakatiya History:







1) Ganapathi Deva Maharaju (1199-1261 AD), one of the most key Kakatiya rulers, gave a masculine name to his daughter Rudrama Devi, calling her "Rudra Deva", owing to her impeccable administrative abilities in performing royal duty.



She was a revolutionary ruler. She wore her attire in a manner that resembled a man and sat on the throne during her rule. She encourgaed foreign visitors and messengers to visit the kingdom. (And this is when Marco Polo had visited this part of the country, on his way to China from Venice).



In times of need, she took up the sword and fought in the battle-fields.







2) When Ganapathi Deva anticipated his last days, his heir was none other than Rudra Deva. As an Emperor Ganapathi Deva had captured many lands and tribes. Some of these local administrators who were but sub-ordinates of the great emperor to local regions, tried to revolt and declare their independence, underestimating the powress of the female heir.



Rudrama Devi punished all those who planned to take undue advantage and soon established herself as a real emperor.







3) Although there were Pandyas and Kalingas who were a constant threat to the Kakatiyas, the major problems came from the Devagiri Yadavas, who were hell-bent on invading the kingdom.



Understanding that a woman was ruling the Warangal Throne, the King of Devagiri became over-ambitious of winning over the Kakatiya kingdom.



The Sevana soldiers (the Devagiri's) entered into the capital city and tried to surround the citadel in Warangal. The valorous queen, with the help of her noble soldiers fought with the army for 15 continous days, defeating them to near-death. The Kakatiya soldiers chased them to the Devagiri, crossing the Godavari and a new threat came upon the Devagiri country.



In order to compensate, the king of Devagiri had to pay a huge ransom to let him and his country alone. All the amount that was recovered from him, rightfully, as per that times, belongs to the victorious kingdom. However, an exemplary adminitrator that Rani Rudrama is, she distributed all of that wealth among her soldiers!!







4) Another major battle was because of the Amba Deva, who was trying to declare his independence from Kakatiyas and tried in many ways to attack the kingdom from various sides.



However, with the help of able men, and as a calculated measure, Rudrama Devi managed to keep him off and guarded the dominion of Kakatiyas until her last breath.



She might have been dead in the year 1289, however, the outer world believed she was still ruling the Kingdom till 1295, when the grandson of the great queen, Pratapa Rudra, assumed the throne.







Coming to the way the people led lives under her rule: it seems the country was rich and had many resources and it bloomed with activities. Culture and tradition and the language of the Telugu had developed a great deal during her period, in continuation from the times of Ganapathi Devi and ultimately to blossom in the time of the last Kakatiya: the great Pratapa Rudra.







Here is an interesting story about the diamonds that were naturally available in this region at that time from none other than Ser Marco Polo himself. In fact I am including the entire chapter here. Of course some details may not be correct in his book, like mentioning Rudrama Devi as Ganapathi Deva's widow. These kinds of things have been proven wrong and the established truth now is that Rudramadevi is Ganapathi Deva's daughter whose husband was Veerabhadra of the Chalukya family.



The book is available for free download on books.google.com.



















-Siddartha Pamulaparty
Dt: 23-June-2008

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Wandering Soul

Wanders my soul, wanders alone..
Wanders inside those woods of darkness:
Musing about the candid songs-
Of the mysterious birds with long tails;
Dancing to the tunes of sweet melodies-
Of the flute played by the lazy shepherd
Who lay beneath the graceful fig tree..
Wanders my soul, dancing again.

Wanders my soul, wanders again..
In the fragrant orchid, infinitely stretched
With blossomed roses, colored crimson red;
(As if a dream were suddenly realized,
While my body still rests in the daisy-decor)
Expanding thoroughly in all dimensions of space
And time, as often, no limit from now.
Wanders my soul, expanding again...

Wanders my soul, wanders, being sane..
Away from the realms of this material globe,
Aloof of this flowing en masse of insolent attitudes;
Flying in the sky-lines of tranquil beatitudes,
Among the stars and the huge heavenly spheres,
Suspended in the vast universe of unknown birth;
Searching the Ultimate Source of Cosmic rays-
Wanders my soul! Here goes it, being sane!

Wanders my soul in this relentless rain,
Drops of which are frozen to depth;
Delving the secrets beneath this pigmentless white,
There again, on the top of the highest of cliffs,
Down to the green plain, to where, avalanche breaks;
So also, at nights of dreary nightmares,
Roaming everywhere incessantly with no aim:
Wanders my soul, bedraggled in rain.

Wanders my soul, insensitive to pain:
Through up-hills and downtowns of joys and merries;
Too, along the lighthouses, windmilles and prairies;
Walking on pavements used by the populations,
Yet to their feelings showing no sensation;
Listening to the cries of the more unfortunate,
Gently and swiftly glancing, not cursing their fate,
Wanders my soul, not wanting their pain!

Wanders my soul, wanders again,
Musing again, dancing again,
Dreaming again, expanding again,
Flying again, searching again,
Falling again, rising again,
Drenching in the monsoon rain,
Fearing again, daring again;
Wanders my soul, to nowhere again!!

(Perhaps with influences of Keats, William Blake, or as I recollect, the quote from Thoreau "In what concerns you the most, know that you are alone").
-Siddartha Pamulaparty
Dt: 18/07/2002.

A Song






My friend Karun, in college, asked me once to write a song so that he can sing it in the Church.
I wrote one, but somehow he didn't sing it though.
Incidentally I wrote the song on his birthday 13 April.

Here it goes:
Watch the birds in the sky flying freely,
Look at the fish, swimming happily,
The black clouds before raining heavily,
They all ask us questions frequently...

Why do you have to bear the pains?
Are you all tied up with iron chains?
Why do you have to pray for the rains?
Can't you wipe off your blood filled stains?

Is there no love in your world of humans?
Is not compassion one of your feelings?
Don't you get the joy from the beautiful seasons?
Can't you live without asking for reasons?

Learn from us and try to practice,
Love is compassion and Love is the peace,
Love is the question and Love is the answer,
Let Love grow in you, not the dreadful cancer.

Love is all seasons and Love needs no reasons,
Love is a feeling, which does the healing,
Love is the force that'll break all your chains
Love is the joy that'll vanish your pains.

-Siddartha Pamulaparty
Dt: 13/Apr/2001

Sunday, June 15, 2008

G H Hardy on Ramanujan


G H Hardy

Srinivasa Ramanujan

I came across this anecdote from G H Hardy, the great English Mathematician, from the book: "Pi in the Sky: Counting, Thinking and Being", a book on the history of Mathematics by John D Barrow, a Professor at Univ of Sussex:

"I remember once going to see him when he was lying ill at Putney. I had ridden in a taxi-cab No. 1729, and remarked that the number seemed to me a dull one, and that I hoped it was not an unfavourable omen. 'No,' he replied, 'it is a very interesting number; it is the smallest number expressible as a sum of two cubes in two different ways." - G. H. Hardy on Ramanujan.

Here is a full blown article on the number 1729 which came to be known as the Hardy-Ramanujan number on Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1729_(number)

God that's amazing!!

-Siddartha Pamulaparty
June 14, 2008

Friday, June 06, 2008

Uncle Walt





I was reading through some of the poems at random from the "Leaves of Grass" and wanted to capture them again , for getting inspired everytime I come back to my friend, my blog!!

LIFE AND DEATH:
The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,
Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.
By each successive age insoluble, pass'd on,
To ours to-day- and we pass on the same.

THANKS IN OLD AGE:
Thanks, in old age- thanks ere I go,
For health, the midday sun, the impalpable air- for life, mere life,
For precious ever-lingering memories, (of you my mother dear- you, father- you, brothers, sisters, friends,)
For all my days- not those of peace alone- the days of war the same,
For gentle words, caresses, gifts from foreign lands,
For shelter, wine and meat- for sweet appreciation,
(You distant, dim unknown- or young or old-countless, unspecified readers belov'd,
We never met, and ne'er shall meet- and yet our souls embrace, long, close and loving;)
For beings, groups, love, deeds, words, books- for colors, forms,
For all the braver, stronger, more devoted men- (a special laurel ere I go, to life's war's chosen ones,
The cannoneers of song and thought- the great artillerists- the foremost leaders, captains of the soul:)
As soldier from an ended war return'd- As traveler out of myriads, to the long procession retrospective,
Thanks- joyful thanks!- a soldier's, traveler's thanks.

And of course, I read this for the first time yesterday, Walt wrote for Abe, the one quoted in the Dead Poet's Society:


O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells,
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.




Siddartha Pamulaparty


June 06, '08.

మా ఊరు ఓరుగల్లు (My town-Warangal)


Devulapalli Ramanuja Rao needs no introduction to any of the Telugus born or brought up in the state of Andhra Pradesh. His contributions to the literature and cultural departments of the Telugus on the whole and the Telangana as well, is immeasurable.


There was a non-detail book in Telugu in the APSSC syllabus during the 9th class or 10th class: "gurudevudu raveendrudu" on the life and works of Rabindranath Tagore, written by Ramanuja Rao.

I was just browing through the internet and found a book called: "Devulapalli Ramanuja Rao: Oka Rekha Chitram" (Roughly: A life-line of Devulapalli Ramanuja Rao (A brief sketch)) written by Sri T. Sri Ranga Swamy published around in 1991.

In this book I found a poem, which is an extract from Ramanuja Rao's essay "మా ఊరు ఓరుగల్లు" , from the book he wrote called "పచ్చ తోరణం" in which he wrote about the glory of the once capital of the Kakatiya's the city of Warangal.

Warangal has more to its historical significance than what it is actually credited with. No body cares about the great Fort and the dilapidating 1000 pillar temples, which are but some of most unique and heritage sites. The Kakatiya Dynasty is the first Telugu speaking rulers and their contributions to the language, its culture and traditions is highly laudable.

Anyways, coming back to the poem: here is how it goes:
కాబోలు నియ్యది కాకతీయులొకప్డు
కరకు నెత్తుట కత్తికడుగు చోటు
కాబోలు నీద్వార కల్యాణ వేదిక
అలికి ముగ్గులు పెట్టె తెలుగు పడుచు
కాబోలు నీజీర్ణకమనీయ సౌధాన
సుకుమార శిల్పముల్ సొంపులొలికె
కాబోలు నీవీధికాపురంబొనరించె
పైడి మేడలలోన భాగ్యలక్ష్మి
ఇచటనే నిల్చి కాబోలు నిందుముఖులు
ఆయుధంబులు పూజించియరుగుదెంచు
ఆంధ్రసేనకు కపురంపుటారతులను
ఇచ్చి వారల శౌర్యంబు మెచ్చినారు
Roughly:
"In deed:
This is the place, where the great Kakatiya's once used to wash the blood off their valorous swords!
This is the place, where before the door of the house, the traditional Telugu lady adorns the ground with designs with lines and diagrams using flour! (traditional way to decorate Hindu homes, especially in Telugu houses, as a symbol of goodness and prosperity).
This is the place, in the heart of which are the palaces (forts/temples) rich of the beautiful and delicate sculptures!
This is the place, in which in every street, in the houses made of gold, the goddess Lakshmi resided!!
This is the place, where the women stood and welcomed the brave soldiers from the war, by giving them a "camphor" haarathi, as the men have fought valorously in the battles!!"
Siddartha Pamulaparty
Dt: 06/06/2008.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Shakuntala Patralekhana


Inspired by the painting called: "Shakuntala Patralekhana" by Raja Ravi Varma (image above), at the Shri Jayachamarajendra Art Gallery, Mysore in 2002, this is what I wrote with my pen on a PostCard of the same painting:


Even the heart of a lion would think twice-
to dare to snatch away the dreams from those eyes!


How tender the words that drop from the pen held by your delicate hands would be;
I wish I was the one addressed to in those words, even if it were in a language unknown to me!!


-Siddartha Pamulaparty
Jan 15, 2002

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Happy Memories






This is a poem I wrote after the Industrial Tour-2002. It speaks for itself of the great bonds we formed with our friends during the 5-6 days we were on the tour.

The month of January, two thousand two,
This marvelous it would be- I never knew;
With the awake of new joy in our hearts that are young,
Our lips are filled with a new cheer and have begun to sing.
Those evanescent turmoils and those blisses forever,
All kinds of emotions, in our memories, are together!

The month of January, two thousand two,
This splendid it would be- I never knew;
Strangers became friends and friends became life,
Those golden moments, for us, had all the world's time
A part of our dreams have now become true,
The rest of them, for our future, are in due!!

Immortal are the bonds that we've woven with affection,
We'll pray that our relations progress to more perfection.
With the benediction from the Divine Abode above in the sky,
Let us continue to be a family as the endless time passes by!
-Siddartha Pamulaparty
January 15-16, 2002.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Bryan Adams' "11"



Last Saturday (May 17), I drove out in a jiffy to the Walmart on the Algonquin Rd. I parked the car and rushed into the store. Went straight to the Audio CDs section. Browsed through the wrong corner in the Rock section. Suddenly realized the new releases could be on the other side.

There I found it, the CD I wanted 4 days ago when it got released (May 13) but could not due to other obligations.

Bryan Adams has released his new album after 4 years. And this one, called "11", like the last one "Room Service" has been recorded during the time of his concerts, backstage and in hotels.


Usually as a big Bryan Adams fan, here are the top 3 best things I like about his songs:


3. acoustic and electric solo guitars (both BA and Keith Scott's)

2. vocals of BA...divine.

1. lyrics.


Well, there is a specific pattern in the lyrics of all BA songs, they are so meaningful. I have always found the BA songs so close to heart, simple, easy, and in some way magical.


When "Room Service" was released, all the songs were just typically BA songs, I liked all of them!!


However in "11", I am a little disappointed with the lyrics. The stories in the songs are also not so really Bryan Adamish....that "mysticism" is missing!! The vocals, of course, he is at his usual best.


There are some beautiful lines though:

"I thought I'd seen everything" : he croons "its just the way you are- that makes me feel so much"


"I ain't losin' the fight":

"how come the best ones are always taken

what i see when i see ya- is love in the makin'

something about timin', something about fate

gotta go with the feeling- not a moment to waste"

And again:

"cuz opposites attract this way

if day is night and night is day

if loving you is wrong then babe- wrong is right

and i ain't losin' the fight"


" We found what we were looking for" :

"we found our wings and now we fly above the wind..."


"Broken Wings":

"now i feel i can believe in anything

you taught me how to fly on broken wings"


" Mysterious Ways":

"the world is full of mysteries

full of magic and of wonder

there's so much more than what we see

can't explain the spell i'm under

everytime i look upon your face

i'm constantly amazed

and love moves through my days

in mysterious ways"


"She's got a way":

"she's got a way- of taming the wild in me

with patience and serenity

i'm drowning in her revery

and i can't run away she's got a way to make me stay"


The entire song of "Walk on by" has good lines in it.


Of course, none of the songs, in entirety are up to the standards of the usual Bryan Adams.

Hope to hear more from him in the next few years, in fact songs even with more deeper meaning like the "Open Road" or "Inside Out" or the all-time biggest hit single "Everything I do".



Siddartha Pamulaparty

May 19, 2008

Friday, May 16, 2008

పోతన భాగవత మకరందములు - 3








శా. అమ్మా! మన్ను దినంగ నే శిశువునో యా కొంటినో వెఱ్రినో
నమ్మంజూడకు వీరిమాటలు మదిన్ నన్నీవు కొట్టంగ వీ
రిమ్మార్గమ్ము ఘటించి చెప్పెదరు కాదేనిన్ మదీయాస్యగం
ధమ్మఘ్రాణము సేసి నావచనముల్ దప్పైన దండింపవే.
క. ఆలలితాంగి కనుంగొనె బాలునిముఖమందు జలధిపర్వతవనభూ
గోళశిఖితరణిశశిదిక్పాలాదికరండమైన బ్రహ్మాండంబున్.

మ. కలయో వైష్ణవమాయయో యితరసంకల్పార్ధమో సత్యమో
తలపన్ నేరక యున్నదాననొ యశొదాదేవిఁగానో పర
స్థలమో బాలకుఁడెంత యీతనిముఖస్థంబై యజాండంబు ప్ర
జ్వలమై యుండుట కేమిహేతువొ మహాశ్చర్యంబు చింతింపఁగన్.

The context here is another "leela" of the beloved Krishna, the most favorite of the 10 avatarams in the Bhagavatham, that He shows His foster mother Yashodha Devi, the entire Cosmic Universe within His mouth, thus providing her the "gyana" about the Universe!!


Now, here are three different types of Telugu padyams by grammar and metre (chandassu) and how lovely they are!!

In the first one, a "Shaardoola vikreeditham", young Krishna is speaking to Yashoda Devi thus:

"Mother! How could I eat mud being a young boy? I am neither hungry, nor am I crazy! Do not believe the words of these people, who purposefully are diluting your mind so that you should punish me by beating! Please trust my words and check my mouth for yourself , before you decide to punish me!"


In the second one, a "Kanda padyam", the poet describes what the mother discovers:


" Yashoda Devi, then witnessed in the mouth of Krishna, the Oceans, the Mountains, the Forests, the Earth (the whole globe), the Fire, the Sun, the Eight Directional heads and the entire Universe, as it were, packed into a small box!"


And in the third one, a "Mathebha", the poet further describes this wondrous experience of Yashoda Devi:

"Yashoda Devi spoke to herself : Is this a dream? Or is this Vaishnava Maaya (Vishnu's Maya/ Magic)? Or is this some other kind of higher purpose of meaning?

I am unable to comprehend, if this is Truth!! Am I in a strange place, elsewhere? What could cause such a young kid, to have His face filled with bright shining Universe!! I wonder in awe!!"


The "leela" as such might be that Krishna, as part of His debts to mother Yashoda, was helping her realize the Universe and cosmic knowledge, enabling her to seek liberation from the karmic world.

As for the beautiful Telugu verses, once again, Pothana as usual, did wonders.

For instance in a two-line Kanda padyam, he tried to show the entire Universe!! Now that's something!! It is probably things like this, which developed Telugu as a very popular and well-liked language! (According to Wikipedia, presently "Telugu is one of the top fifteen most widely spoken languages in the world ...")

I know that my attempt here to translate these to English is in vain, and unworthy, as I could not justify the beauty of grammar, metre and meaning of these padyas.


Note: Here is a link to the grammatical nuances of Telugu padya's :




Siddartha Pamulaparty

Dt: 17 May 2008.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

పోతన భాగవత మకరందాలు - 2


శ్రీ కృష్ణుడు గోవర్ధన పర్వతమును ఎత్తుట:

క. కిరియై ధర యెత్తినహరి కరి సరసిజముకుళ మెత్తుగతి( ద్రిభువనశం
కరకరు ( డై గోవర్ధన గిరి యెత్తెం జక్కనొక్కకేలన్ లీలన్.

వెనకటికి వరాహావతరంలో ధరిత్రి ని ఎత్తి పట్టుకున్న ఆ హరి, ఒక ఏనుగు తామరపువ్వు ను ఎత్తినంత సునాయాసముగా, ముల్లోకాలకు పరమేశ్వరుడై, ఆ గోవర్ధన పర్వతమును చక్కగా ఒక్క చేతీతో లేవనేత్తినాడు !!




This is a poem from Pothana's Bhagavatham again: In this, the context is Lord Krishna, lifting the Govardhana Mountain, during a big storm in the town. He protects all the people and cattle in the village by creating an umbrella with a huge mountain!!

The meaning of this is:

"The Lord Hari (one of the names of Krishna), who in His previous avatara as the Hog, (Varahavatara, 3rd in the Dasavatara's), carried the Earth, (presently also), with an equal ease of an Elephant lifting up a lotus bud, in the form of the Master and Lord of the three worlds, lifted up the Govardhana Mountain, easily and skillfully with a single hand! "

Lovely poem. Pothana is the greatest devotional poet, ever!!!


-Pamulaparty Siddartha.

May 16, 2008.

Dead Poets Society

I recently got the movie I wanted to see for a long time now: "Dead Poets Society".
The movie stars Robin Williams as the English teacher John Keating in a high school, of which he was also a student once.
While the essence of the movie is "Carpe Diem!!" a Latin phrase for "Sieze the day", and as the teacher Keating further says.."Make your lives extra-ordinary", the movie gives you more than that. Message to young, do only that what you LOVE the most. Message on the pedagogy, FREEDOM (as in THINKING for one's self) is more important than DISCIPLINE (as in being dogmatic) while educating the "growing minds". Message to the parents, don't DEMAND your children to DREAM your DREAMS. But don't you worry, it is not that a serious movie, there's a lot of fun there too. I bet you'll remember your high-school or college days too!!
The other characters of the students are also very interesting and all the actors have done very impressive drama.
I loved the movie and my favorite character was of "Charles Dalton", apart from John Keating of course.
Anyway this is not a review of the movie, go watch it yourself, if you come across it or if you don't forget that there was a Drama wonderfully made for English movie-watchers. My point of writing this blog is to capture some inspiring moments of my otherwise wasteful life.

This is how I got to know about this movie: first, it started when I read a "quotation" in a news paper : "Seize the day, make your lives extra-ordinary", like about a decade ago. After a while I
researched some on Internet and found that "Dead Poets Society" is a movie and in that the actual members of this society, students in a school, used to have clandestine meetings, (as adventurous as Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer's) and their every meeting used to start with a quote from Henry David Thoreau. The one they show in the movie is:
"I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. "
This quote is read atleast three times on the screenplay and was absolutely perfectly dramatized with such a grace.
So it became my favorite even long before I saw the movie, because of HDT!!

Here are some interesting dialogue from the movie at IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097165/quotes


Also, in the movie, John Keating reads most of the poetic dialogue from Walt Whitman, whom once he also calls affectionately as "Uncle Walt".
I had, as evident from my previous poems including some posts on this blog, derived my inspiration from Walt Whitman, quite a few instances earlier.
I was reading his Leaves of Grass an year ago, when I first came to US. However due to time constraints I could not regularly read it. Recently I brought the book again from the library and started randomly reading the poems.

I found this one poem very very passionate and moving: it's called " Whoever You are, Holding Me now in Hand". You can find the full poem Online over here: http://www.bartleby.com/142/37.html

Here are a few lines I want to note here, before I again get busy and return the book to library and forget about how inspired I was:

Beginning from the beginning:

"WHOEVER you are, holding me now in hand,
Without one thing, all will be useless,
I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different. "

And then again:

"The way is suspicious—the result uncertain, perhaps
destructive;
You would have to give up all else—I alone would expect
to be your God, sole and exclusive..."


"...possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of
the sea, or some quiet island, Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,..."


"Even while you should think you had unquestionably
caught me, behold! Already you see I have escaped from you.
" ( this is the one I dwelled and swelled the most, with compassion to the poet, and feeling emotionally elated at the same time).

And lastly the concluding verses:

"Nor will my poems do good only—they will do just as much
evil, perhaps more; For all is useless without that which you may guess at
many times and not hit—that which I hinted at; Therefore release me, and depart on your way."


There it goes, I am glad I could capture these beautiful literary "joys" before they got lost in my more sublime trains of thoughts.

I am sure I have lost many such earlier, and who knows will lose many more in the future. But as long as possible, I will try to atleast capture them in my blog right here, which may perchance, look rich in retrospective.

I will end this post here with a little bit of my own, althought its INCOMPLETE, still dedicated to Henry David Thoreau, Walt Whitman, the movie Dead Poets Society, and to all those real-life societies similar to the one in the movie, and to many of the dead poets, Keats, Wilde, Poe...and the list goes on:
"all dead poets have twisted souls
and in their graves they live forever
the dreams in their eyes will never
cease to turn into great works of art
or inspire the minds of the young at heart................"


--Siddartha Pamulaparty
Date: May 15, 2008.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

పోతన భాగవత మకరందాలు














శా. కారే రాజులు రాజ్యముల్ గలుగవే గర్వోన్నతిం బొందరే
వారేరీ సిరి మూటగట్టుకొని పోవంజాలిరే భూమిపైఁ
బేరైనం గలదే శిబిప్రముఖులుం బ్రీతిన్ యశఃకాములై
యీరే కోర్కులు వారలన్ మఱచిరే యిక్కాలమున్ భార్గవా!


shA. kArE rAjulu rAjyamul galugavE garvOnnathiM boMdharE
vArEree siri mootagattukoni pOvaMjAlirE bhoomipaiAO
bErainM galadhE shibipramukhuluM breethin yashaHkAmulai
yeerE kOrkulu vAralan maRachirE yikkAlamun bhArgavA!

Context:
This is a poem in the “ashtama skandam” of the Pothana’s Bhagavatham, where in the story of the Maha Vishnu in His “Vamana” avatara is told. Vamana goes to the great demon king Bali and asks him for three feet of space, as Bali is doing a great penance and is giving alms/charity to those who seek. Then, the intelligent guru of Bali, Shukracharya, warns Bali not to promise anything to this young Brahmin Vamana, as “He is none other than the great Vishnu, and He will destroy you if you give Him whatever He asks”. In reply, Bali, who is known for his great charitable nature, says to his Guru, the following words, making his intentions clear that he will give alms to Vamana, no matter what.

Meaning:
“Acharya!! There were innumerable Kings, and innumerable Empires before. There were innumerable Great Emperors, who were proud of being themselves and their wealth! So, also, there will be many more rulers, with their kingdoms and their pride of being the powerful and wealthy!! But do they take all their wealth with them, when they leave this corporeal world? Are all of them remembered after they are gone, like the great emperor Shibhi (and the likes) are remembered? Certainly not. Whilst Shibhi and the like are still alive in wearing the "glorious fame" as their bodies (known for keeping up to their promises), the others who were always selfish about their kingdoms and their progeny are now dead long back and no one remembers them now!”

This shows the magnanimous nature of Bali and his sanskara of keeping up to his words, no matter what! And through Pothana’s poem, the Chakravarthi Bali is immortal again!!
Look at the Shardoolam, with the beautiful shabdhalankarams!!!
When you sing this in the poetic rhythm and metre, it mesmerizes the audience!!
Perhaps words like are testimonial when the language “Telugu” was compared to “Honey”, by the early Westerners, even though they do not understand the complex grammar we have!!!

Pamulaparty Siddartha
Apr 2, 2008.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Vibhuthiyoga: (Bhagavad Gita Chapter 10) Part-1

Harihi Om!!

In the 10th Chapter of Bhagavad Gita, Krishna speaks to Arjuna about how He, as various forms in various beings or objects is spread everywhere and is the origin of every being living or non-living.
As I understand, the nature of Vishnu, being all-pervasive and the basic essence of everything, is being explained with extensive examples in this chapter.
(I refer to the copy of SriBhagavadgita, (Sanskrit/Telugu) published by Gita Press, Gorakhpur for most of the meaning of the Sanskrit slokas in Telugu)

This seems to be in line with my notes I wrote based on my understanding of Chapter 7 on this blog. (http://freedomformind.blogspot.com/2007/12/notes-from-bhagavad-gita-chapter-7.html)

The 10th Chapter is also termed the “Vibuthiyoga”. Vibuthi may mean the “superhuman powers or faculties”. Sometimes in context of the Vibuthi powers, according to the yogic literature, are eight fold powers: Anima (ability to become small “minute”), Mahima (ability to grow huge, like the Virat Purusha, occupying the entire Universe), Laghima (ability to make one’s self weight-less), Garima (ability to make one’s self very heavy) , Prapti(ability to touch the sky with hands, while still standing on Earth and a achieve multiple super-human capabilities), Prakamya (ability to live under-water and become invisible), Vasitvam (ability to bring into control any being: human or beast) and Ishitvam (to have Divine powers).1

Krishna in the first few slokas, begins with explaining Arjuna, that He is the One with no birth, He is eternal and He is the cause of the birth of everything. It seems to me a very fundamental philosophical point is being made here in a very subtle way, in terms of the cosmological concepts of Universe creation etc.

Firstly the basic meaning of the early verses in the chapter (10:2 to 10:11):
“Even the Devatas and Maharshis do not know how I was born. That is because, they are born out of Me!
“Of humans, he is the Gyani (the one with perfect knowledge), who knows Me as the One who is the Eternal and the Great Lord of the entire Universe. He shall be free from all kinds of evil.
“Determination, Exact Knowledge (gained from practical experience), Freedom from Infatuation, Patience, Truth, Control of Senses, Control of Mind, Happiness and Sorrow, Creation and Destruction, Fear and Courage, Peace, Equality, Joy, Penance, Charity, Fame and Ill-fame : these are the qualities/attributes of (human) life. I am the Cause for all of these!!
“The Saptarshis (according to Krishna Yajurveda are Bhrigu, Angirasa, Athri, Kasyapa, Vashishta, Gautama, Kutsa) 2, their ancestors, the four Mahamunis (Sanaka, Sanandana, Sanatana, Sanat Kumara) 3, the fourteen Manus (Svayambhuva, Svarocisha, Uttama, Tamasa, Raivatha, Chakshusha, Vaivasvatha, Savarni, Daksha-Savarni, Brahma-Savarni, Dharma-Savarni, Rudra-Savarni, Deva-Savarni, Indra-Savarni) 4 are all My devotees and they all adore Me. They were all born because of My volition. The remaining life forms in the entire Universe are descendents of these (rishis, munis and manus).
“Whoever knows, (a) Me as the One with unimaginable super-powers and (b) the basic nature of the Divine yoga (union of non-divine and Divine), will undoubtedly become a great devotee (and will be blessed).
“ I am the root-cause of the creation of the Universe. I am the basis on which the entire Universe is sustained. Those who know (are certain of) this to be true, are knowledgeable (gyanis) devotees and always serve Me.
“My devotees are always dedicating their lives, (pious) deeds to Me and they always exchange conversations about My greatness and they always keep thinking about Me.
“For such devotees as said above, I bless them with the buddhiyoga (or the tattvagyanayoga: the eternal knowledge), through which they ultimately will reach Me.
“Arjuna!! I remain inside them and throw away the darkness called ignorance by Enlightening them (from within).”


(to be continued)

References:
1) http://www.experiencefestival.com/a/Siddhis/id/23722
2) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saptarshi#Saptarshis_given_in_major_Hindu_texts
3) http://www.dharmakshetra.com/sages/Kumaras.htm
4) http://www.stephen-knapp.com/avataras_of_god.htm


-Pamulaparty Siddartha
02 Apr, 2008.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Dreams We See

I once had seen a wondrous place in Paradise, not on this rough earth.
There were mountains wide and valleys green over which blew the splendid winds.
There were streams of waters, short and long,that shined like silver under the blazing sun.
There were deers and rabbits and peacocks which jumped and hopped and danced in joy.
There were fields of corn and cotton stretching into infinite lands.
There were golden sands along the shores and the golden beaches.
There were miles and miles of coral reefs on the edges of the wild blue seas.
There were herds of cows with healthy mammary glands, grazing on green grasses.
There were galloping horses, so strong and valorous like the Mermidons.

I once had been into deep woods, deeper than the dark blackholes
There were millions of species of flora and fauna surrounding me
Even those thought to be extinct for long, in front of my eyes, I could see
There were handsome men and beautiful women, with their charming offsprings
Living along the springs and the rivers that spawn life to the infinite,
In harmony, in peace, with all tranquility and complacency.

I once had a vision of a bright new world, brighter than the sun,
There were people who loved and cared for one another,
The oxygen that they breathed in, they called it freedom,
The water that quenched their thirst, they called it self-respect,
The bread they ate, though made of wheat, they called it the dignity.
Well, all in all, that world I saw, I felt in truth could never be
Indeed, indeed, tomorrow's world is but what we in our dreams, now see.


Siddartha Pamulaparty
Dec-2006 to Jan-2008.