A Colonial Village

 The other day, date is not striking, went to Dummugudem. It has now nothing great to say but some old buildings which had been built during the ruling of the British. A small sleepy village situated close to the banks of river Godavari. Senior citizens told me many times about the unique existence of this place, though it looks small and nondescript now, once upon a time, lot of action had taken place with busy bazars and colonial British employees. A navigation work shop had been built nearby it to have communications through the river. Here, on the road, A building in dilapidated condition attracted my attention. And I captured the same to post on my social platforms. Once the feudal families lived in it to execute the farming in the villages around it.

After passing the construction, there were some cattle so leisurely taking rest under a banyan tree. Heatwaves souring high but these bovines remained cool. Why should I lose the chance..? Immediately captured that pose for my blog. Village was calm with serene ambiance and mysterious past. Many tales could have been told but nobody was there at the moment to make further inquiries. There were some tombs of colonial employees just a couple of miles away. And they would say historical dates and other details about the place.

Bhadradri Cup

 Cricket fever started at the temple town by kicking off the 21st Bhadradri Cup, today in the premises of Junior college pavilion  ground. Bhadradri Cup tournament has been on every year for the last 20 years and this is the 21st year. Teams are used to participate from several other states apart from both the Telugu states. Donors, dignitaries and sport lovers thronged here in the inauguration event.  

All the ground was decked up with welcome banners and enthusiastic vibes. Usually this ground is the one where daily walking people attend here to have rounds briskly. That was the case with mornings and late evenings, just as a unmissable ritual. With this Cricket event, all sports lovers could enjoy watching the playing skills of cricketers hailed from different places.

Having united for a cause is one thing and getting support from donors is another important thing. Both seemed to be going hand in hand and to make it possible without fail. This time, though it's not high with mercury levels, a bit of heat one could feel by the midday. However, the players would never fail giving their best as usual.

( List of the Winning Teams right from 1991-92)

 

Visited after Forty years

 A little known outlet which serves delectable meals since almost four decades and being in existence even for now with all that nostalgic taste located at Charla. A small town just 45 km away from Bhadrachalam. My recent visit to the place on a personal work compelled me to see the hotel which I have visited almost forty years before to have had the meals. Then I was naturally an young lad and my senses recorded the quality of gastronomic offerings. First I was a bit doubtful of its existence whether it got survived against the odds of time. Yes, it was there in the same humble place with modest furniture. In fact, it's a house cum hotel sort as first two rooms were allotted for customers and remaining ones for the purpose of kitchen and domestic life of the owner's family.

It strictly serves only vegetable meals. No alteration made in these days also. A young man came to me and took lunch order courteously. Perhaps he should have been the offspring of the owner I  met him some forty years back. A wry smile flashed on my lips. I am sure that nobody can decipher its true meaning. Some best moments are to be cherished. Not to be revealed. He served steamy rice, broad beans curry, potato fry, mango chutney, appadam and sambar. The same nostalgic smell of a simple and delicious meal. Rasam is also brought forth along with a glass of curd. Adjoined a gulab jamoon as a finishing touch delight. What else should be needed..? , nothing and I devoured all the meals with a note of utmost satisfaction.

Customers were coming in with due interval and all they looked like repeated lot. There was no rush or unnecessary spree of token taking etc., a small board kept inside the first room reads Mohan Vilas so on. It made me chuckle that I have now recalled the hotel owner's name. In those days also, people called it as Mohan hotel but no board was seen outside like it does with others. His very name was enough in that small town for a mouth smacking meal. I wanted to unravel the best kept secret to this present hotel owner to test how he would respond over the amazing fact. On informing it when I was coming out, he flushed and blurted out something excitedly. There was a gaze transfixed at me, for a little while. I took leave of him as there were customers waiting for the lunch. How couldn't I resist taking some pics of the unforgettable moments..?

Teamed Up for A Noble Cause

 Today is the De day and perhaps to say, concluded a blend of exceptionally rich experiences regarding imparting the knowledge whatever we have in different areas. A month of coaching for constable aspirants has been ended today. A handful of teaching staff picked up delivered their best and on the last day, a send off sort meet held on the venue of coaching i.e., Reguballi Asram school,Laxminagaram.

Let me say a few words more about it. With the advent of Police department of Dummugudem mandal, for the first time, initiated a coaching centre for the local youth to brush up their skills to get succeeded in the upcoming constable written test. One month long coaching came to an end successfully and subjects like English, Maths, Physics, Social and Bio science covered judiciously. All teachers delivered their best to enlighten the aspirants.

N.Venkateswarlu garu , C.I. of the Police station, extended all his co-operation to make it a fruitful event in all respects. And he has spoken about his humble beginning and how he confronted it and cracked the job with the limited sources intact. Also he thanked Dr.Vineet garu ASP on the occasion who happened to be the brain behind this event. Teaching Staff and the aspirants have shared their experiences. Sumptuous meal was served to all the attendees. After that, all the teaching staff have been honored with shawls. A group photo was taken to freeze the memorable moments. 

--- Murthy Kvvs

Vizag seashore

 

A throwback memory. All I wish to have written a few lines about Visakhapatnam or Vizag. And along with a picture that was taken very long back but remained unpublished anywhere. It could have been changed a lot by now. Because this one is almost 7 years old. That beautiful Bay of Bengal, surrounding  picturesque location and high mountains from where I have had clicked it. Moments captured have surfaced here again.  

Sea is just like a monster, sometimes, it threatens like hell

Sea is just like a passion, sometimes, it soothes heart like an angel

New Life Unexpected

 

Here I wish to present two saplings. Both two have spouted up on their own. I have never sown the seeds. That's what the amazing part here. Sometimes ,we take extra care to feed the seeds to grow up into the form of plants. But, they mightn't have come up with our expectations. Due to many reasons , we can not see them grow as we thought of. Recently ,in one pot, I have planted Aloevera and which grew into very good size. But in the second pot, I left it without planting anything.

But surprisingly, with the onset of recent monsoon, two small plants came up. No idea of its kind indeed. Seeds might have somewhere in the pot and all of a sudden sprouted up in a sapling form. As days are going by, the two saplings got bigger and one of my friends spotted them with their  original names. All I want to say is without expectation and sowing, nature takes care to nurture nameless greenery. Every new life is a new entity. All they have their  own days and die calmly with leaving seeds somewhere just like humans.

Waiting

 

Both sides , a vertical lane of lush greenery comprising of  different trees and a road amidst. And two people with a kid were perhaps waiting for a bus or auto to reach their destination. This pic was taken before the village of Kannaigudem. The lens man in me woke up to capture the moment. With the onset of monsoon , entire area would come into green ambience, but before two months, there was a scene  with leaving its leaves unto the ground. A barren look all over. How season transforms everything with the movement of time is something wonderful, all it happens on its own.

With the outbreak of Covid pandemic , scanty rush of people and vehicles is evident. This road leads to Parnasala upwards and Bhadrachalam downwards. As it's in the hours of early morning, air felt afresh apart from the shining new leaves. Nature soothes every heart. No wonder it is a time for having a click to keep the moment in tact for ever. Ancient scriptures say all these are parts of Dandakaranya but now the forest turned other way notwithstanding the claims of those times.