Thursday, February 02, 2006

Sirivennela......speaks








Hats off to Sirivennela!

Song : O Chinnari Chinukamma
Lyrics : Sirivennala Seetarama Sastry
Movie : Preminchedhi Endhukamma
Music : Ilayaraja
Singer : Bhavatharangini


o chinnari chinukamma
nuvvu karigedhi eppudamma
o bangaru chilakamma
nuvvu egiredhi epudamma

neellaloni chepaki kaneellosthunnayani
cheppvaallu choopevaallu evarammaa
thana thadi theliyadhe thanakayinaa

oopiri aaviraayyi veguthunnadho
gundelo mabbule kammukunnavo
thelisedhela chinukammaki
vaakite vekuva vacchi vunnadho
kaatuke cheekatayyi aaputhunnadho
theledhela chilakammaki

ee janma khaidhevaru vesaaro
nee veedhi thalupevaru moosaro
kaalayina kadhapandhe thelisena
kanu reppa vidakundaa thelisena
melakuvane nidharanukune

oh chinnari ||

nithyamu chedhu gnyaapakaalalo
horune vintu unnaa jeevitham
vinedhela gunde savvadi
ninnati needale nindipoyinaa
choopulo ekkada chotu lenidhe
cheredhela repulannavi

nittoorupule oopiranukunte
muni mabbule thoorpulanukunte
ye amrutham jantakosthundhi
ye nammakam kantapaduthundhi
bathukante gathamanukune

oh chinnari ||

Monday, January 30, 2006

L'Amant or The lover


Watch it for the music, Cinematography, atmosphere and the poetic script.
Also read the book 'The lover' by Marguerite Duras.

Kite Runner----Brilliant! A must read.



Its the sunshine reflected through a teardrop.
Its the bright red of the ripe pomagranates.
Its the handful of dust from the motherland.
Its the melting of a first snow flake.

She


"She is a child to me, a child someone had put in a bulrush basket
daubed with pitch and sent downstream for me to fetch at the riverbank
of my bed."

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Farewell


My adieu to you
I depart as all things do
Rain drops on a leaf

Friday, January 13, 2006

coffee, tea

Coffee
Coffee=kawphy
can you do the same for Tea?
I know, you can't.
So is why a coffee is a coffee.

Tea
Tea=T
can you do the same for Coffee?
I know, you can't.
So is why a tea is a tea and man is a man and a woman is a woman.

ps:what about T-girls?

Om Namah shivaya

Shiva wears a snake around his neck
The snake holds the poison
and so is Shiva.
If the snake bites you might die
But,if Shiva bites you might not.

Chain

I am a link in the chain, but rest of the links are of metal.
Its cold.

Office

The chair was a chair and the table a table
But Men were computers,computers were men
Men on the tables
Computers in the chairs
but it was men who still worked.

Dark room

Dark room A.
A man is fast asleep.
You can hear him snore.
The door slowly opens
A man in black enters the room
Can you see the knife in his hand?
He reaches the bed and
wishpers into the ear of the sleeping man,
"Its time for your meal, what will you have today? your hand or thigh. Why not your brain?"
A woman enters the room.
The room lights up.
She shoos away the two hens from the room.

Dark room B.
A man and a woman eat fried chicken in the dark.
A boy enters the room.
The room lights up.
Boy: Eating chicken?
Man and woman: No baba
Boy:Telling lies?
Man and woman:hahaha

Coffee

Indian coffee/tea is very good
I must remember to sip it slowly
The cup is too tiny
First reduce the price
then reduce the size
Pepsi did this first
Coffe for two rupees only (less than 2pence)

Friday, January 06, 2006


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Thursday, January 05, 2006

The Plummeting Old Women












A certain old woman, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of a window, plummeted to the ground, and was smashed to pieces.
Another old woman leaned out of the window and began looking at the remains of the first one, but she also, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of the window, plummeted to the ground and was smashed to pieces.
Then a third old woman plummeted from the window, then a fourth, then a fifth.
By the time a sixth old woman had plummeted down, I was fed up watching them, and went off to Mal'tsevisky Market where, it was said, a knitted shawl had been given to a certain blind man.

----Daniil Kharms

The Red Haired Man



There was a red-haired man who had no eyes or ears. Neither did he have any hair, so he was called red-haired theoretically.
He couldn't speak, since he didn't have a mouth. Neither did he have a nose.
He didn't even have any arms or legs. He had no stomach and he had no back and he had no spine and he had no innards whatsoever. He had nothing at all! Therefore there's no knowing whom we are even talking about.
In fact it's better that we don't say any more about him. 
----Daniil Kharms
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Happy Birthday


There is absurdity and the world stood still
Innocence was stripped and wiped away
Zigzag thoughts rushing down the hill

I pan the mind and recollect the day
In bright blue flashbacks, when
Innocence was stripped and wiped away

At times the world is beyond my ken
And I begin to fear the end of love
In bright blue flashbacks, when

A plethora of love songs shove
My mind and I blink away the tears
And I begin to fear the end of love

I wished somebody would wipe my fears
And whisper ‘happy birthday’ in to
My mind and I blink away the tears

I close my eyes hoping for what is due
There is absurdity and the world stood still
And whisper ‘happy birthday’ in to
Zigzag thoughts rushing down the hill.
----Venkat Siddareddy

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