My Stay at Hotel Kavana, Varanasi

      

                  

                 

                                                        

Kriva Dining Hall

This three-star hotel is located near Assi Ghat on Pandit Manmohan Malviya Road in Varanasi. The rooms are spacious and neatly maintained. It has got all modern facilities like lift, wifi, T.V, A.C., mini-fridge, and electric kettle etc. It has an A.C. banquet Hall and a conference hall also. Toiletry items and bottled water are given. The main Viswanath temple is just three kms from this hotel. The nearest temples from this hotel are: Sankat Mochan temple and Durga temple. Assi Ghat and Tulsimanas Ghat are very near to this hotel. This hotel has twenty-six rooms with four floors. The Kriva café is a pure vegetarian restaurant on the ground floor. South Indian, North Indian, Chinese and continental food are served here. The opening hours are from 7.30 a.m. to 10.30 p.m. Food from outside and alcoholic drinks are not allowed here. Room service is there. 

The staff of the restaurant are quite helpful and prompt in their service. It would be better if beverages are supplied at 6.30 a.m. instead of 7.30 p.m. as many pilgrims go to temples early in the morning. It would be better to hang paintings describing the antique glory of Benares instead of providing modern paintings which will not match with the ambiance of the hotel. The management and the staff are quite helpful. The check-in and check-out timings are 2.00 p.m. and 11.00 a.m. It would be better if the check-in time is 12.00 p.m. for the convenience of customers. Hotel Kavana provides comfort and clean and spacious rooms with all facilities. 

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     11th April 2025                                Somaseshu Gutala

On my Stay at Hotel Krinoscco, Ayodhya

 

                                

                        

                           

                      

                    

This 4-star hotel is 3.9 kms from Ayodhya and provides international standards of service and style. It has sixty rooms with all modern amenities like Lift, T.V. electric kettle, A.C. and pickup and drop facility to airport. The Roman styled façade with a garden layout gives a grand appearance to this hotel.  It also has wheelchair access and a shuttle service to nearby sight-seeing places. It has also a spacious parking facility, kids play area, gym, coffee shop, 24-hour room service, conference room, banquet room and a restaurant. Complimentary breakfast with buffet facility is given.

 It has three types of rooms. The standard room (168 Sq. ft area) has a king-size bed or double-bedded room with sofas, a table and intercom telephone. The double room is 210 Sq feet area and is suitable for two adults and with a separate bed for any third guest. The deluxe double room can accommodate, two adults and two children. 

In the multi-cuisine Crescent Restaurant, a great variety of dishes like South Indian, North Indian, Chinese and Continental food along with soups, sandwiches, burghers, soups, salads and a lot more beverages are served. Both vegetarian and non-vegetarian food is served. As it is a high-end hotel, the room tariffs are a little bit costly. The rates vary from 6,000 to eight thousand rupees depending on availability and demand. The room service is very fast and professional. Cleanliness and impressive appearance are the prominent qualities of this hotel centrally located near Ayodhya Chowk Road in Amani Gunj, Faizabad. 

The check-in and check-our hours are 1.00 p.m. and 11.00 A.M. respectively. The nearby tourist places are: Ramjanmbhoomi Temple (4.4 kms), Kanak Mahal, Hanuman Garhi, Dasarath mahal, Sita Ki Rasoi, Guphtar Ghat, and Nandigram (22kms). The staff are quite friendly and helpful.  Though a little expensive, one feels quite satisfied and feels worth staying in this hotel, suitable for customers of all ages.

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    7th April 2025                                     Somaseshu Gutala

         

BEGGARS’ RACE

 

           

                       

                

                       

1.            Even in poverty grades exist

        Even among beggars, there is professional race

        Of might and power in various ways;

        Everything depends on status and grit;

        Begging slots allotted to every one

        You may laugh, it is not mere fun.

 

2.                   Competing leaders even among them seen

       Persons of higher rank wield their power

       Larger areas and popular spots they cover

       Even among them quest for money and love seen

       A code of conduct they should follow

      Their dress code they are supposed to know.

 

3.               Division of daily earnings from what they got

     Disabled beggars are given a bounteous share

     Some ruffians a larger share declare

     Some meek persons are content with what they got;

     Temples and junctions their favored haunts

     To arouse sympathy, God’s names they sing and chant.

 

 

4.        They choose to wear tattered and torn dress

         Some drench their dress coated with marks of blood

         Some appear as maimed, semi-naked coated with mud

         Some as poor orphans, others to impress

         Some use God’s names and loudly sing

         To make god-fearing people some coins to fling

         Some beggars deformed on crutches moan and moan

         Some stir our pity with repeated cries standing alone.

 

5.            Though all are not lazy, perverted lot

    Some genuine, pitiable cases touch our hearts;

    Neglected by kin and in miseries caught;

    Some have unpolished skills and art

   Unrecognized by society-- they gleam

   Through them as evanescent dream

   Though appreciated only by a few

   Who help them giving a lease of life anew.

 

6.         Beggars too in their profession face

  Intimidation to be touts for vice

  And lead an immoral life of lies;

 Subject to lust and cheating ways;

 Exposed to grievous diseases grave;

 They suffer till death and none to save

 Till they become objects of lust

 Till they become useless as dust.

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   1st April 2025               Somaseshu Gutala 

 

Their Voices still I Hear

 

               

                     

               

                 

               Their Voices still I hear

       As if before me, here;

       Their faces still, appear

       Their merry laughter still resounds

       As if me, they have ever found;

       Their witty words still evoke thrill

       Those sweetest moments still my bosom fills

       Like lotus-buds floating on mountain rills;

       Those happy days we lived, not lazily kill

       What a rapid change Time has wrought!

       Those friendly faces and smiles forever lost

       In Time’s fast sucking abyss

       Those happy faces I always miss;

       Like vanishing spirits in air

       Now I saw them nowhere;

       All of them melted like a faery dream

       Those inspiring noble souls supreme

       Whom I always cherish with regard

       Like gods themselves they left without a word

       As days move on, many blows we should bear;

       At anytime and anywhere;

       Is this the gift or curse of growing age!

       No message or tidings we hope to receive

       They have gone away on eternal leave;

       Yet nothing can efface our intimate ties

      Of what they spoke or did, a precious prize;

      Their friendly affection, their wit and advice dear

      Their struggles, smiles and tears so pure and clear

      Ever inspire me as their virtuous souls

      And inspire me towards my destined goal;

     Unforgettable their voices and faces I feel

     Those lively moments none can seize or steal.

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     19th March 2025                   Somaseshu Gutala

    

 

    

 

  

 

 

           

THE LONELY BIRD

                              

                       

                       

                       

1.    The bird went on piping in sweetest tone

Melodies sprung from her bosom with ease;

Though she knows that she is alone;

Her melodies melted waste and none doth please.

Still, she went on singing at night

As if to please distant stars and moon-light.

Like a traveler, who hums to himself at night

To divert his sense of dread as there is none in sight.

 

2.    The source of her song rushed swift like a fountain

Her swelling feelings she could not but restrain

A medley of diverse pleasures and pain

Her flowing thoughts within, she could not contain

Whether others heard or not she heeded not

She felt relief in pouring out her thoughts.

Lonely standing like a saint on her lonely tree

She poured out her feelings undisturbed and free.

 

3.    Her strange appearance, feathers and hue

Made her a stranger to other feathered friends;

None came near her, nor any help extend

She remained a visitor from distant realms new

None joined her company to sing or swing

Her strange voice did not attract and bring;

On a lone branch she perched steady and alone

None came forward to blend their voice with her tone.

 

4.    Her dreams, desires and hopes found way

In her sweet songs fraught with feelings deep

The whole vale echoed surrounded by summits steep

Yet none listened to her inspiring lays;

She heard her own rhythms with a sense of thrill

Which flowed with ease like a mountain-rill.

The whole valley responded to her charming tone

Transporting her to remote worlds unknown.

 

5."For whom will she sing?” you may ask.

In her world of music, she dwells

She sings with ease from her sylvan dell

In fading light at the time of dusk;

Her voice pours out her unfulfilled dreams;

Flowing effortless like a mountain stream;

She sings for herself to unburthen her feelings

Her soul reverberates with thousand meanings.

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  6th March 2025                  Somaeshu Gutala

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

         

THE GIFT OF HEAVEN

 

                  

                                         

                             

                    

 1.               A gift of heaven indeed this blessed state

To soothe our tired and troubled mind;

Indeed, God is so generous and kind

He is our never-failing everlasting mate;

Sleep makes us forget for a while our trivial things;

To forget deep buried unseen stings;

Even the utmost sinner forgets his flaws

In this undeciphered realm beyond our laws.

 

2.        On wings of fancy in sleep we fly

Conjuring new worlds that match with our desires;

We may reach highest zenith or bottomless mires;

We jump with joy or fear-stricken we cry;

Our tricky mind weaves a magic veil

Unperceived strange things she doth reveal;

We fulfill our wishes unfulfilled which we conceal;

A strange way of healing ourselves we feel.

 

3.        Evil dreams play havoc with our mind

Like naughty goblins mocking at night;

Dreadful dreams like thieves make us jump with fright

Our thoughts unrecognized lurk behind

Assuming frightening forms ruffle our sleep

We can’t explain or see their meanings deep

Evil thoughts and acts never leave us to enjoy respite

True peace we rarely feel--- not claimed as our right.

4.        Our tricky mind, the ringmaster a vital role plays

In this game of dream-disturbed night

True dreamless sleep, the prime gift of full delight

An image of inner peace of a pure mind, displays

A flash of our spotless soul in mysterious ways

A gift of heaven to say in brief

A few self-purging moments, give us relief.

Some dreams show our prospects as if to say “Beware”

Some dreams dissolve like vapor, left nothing to share.

 

5.        Some dreams, a prelude for creative work of art

Some dreams instruct us to change and transform

Some reveal the unexplored regions calm

Sound sleep opens our soul and the mystic chart

Of worlds unknown and strange secrets reveal

A sense of weight, unburthened of our worries we feel

Guilty minds with corrupt thoughts restless remain

Far away from sleep and her dreamy domain.  

 

6.        As age advances, we feel the burden of our past

Events reflected bizarre on our mental screen

The serene world of sleep evades our mind unseen

We sludge and strive with dreadful reflection of our acts

Unlike the virtuous souls who feel the touch of heaven

In the happy lap of sleep, very few chosen.

Deep sleep unruffled verily a precious boon

Who heals our mind like the cool rays of full moon.

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21st February 2025                   Somaseshu Gutala

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THEIR TRIPS

 

                                

                

                                 

 1.                 Too weak they are to travel

    When and where they fall sick, none can foretell

    Others too busy to help them in their state;

    They are left out to their own fate;

    Yet they have to move to some places few

    The places they frequented, though not new

    They meet their doctors to check their health

    In their age to be in good state is true wealth.

 

2.       Tethered to their old habits, they don’t say “No”

  When they visit temples, their faces glow

  Where they feel happy and peace around;

  They love to hear the priest’s chanting sound;

  They feel content to drop some coins to beggars there;

  With old people, their experiences they share;

  At inner sanctum with deep devotion, they stare

  A sense of promise they feel from idols there.

 

3.      Sometimes to nearby parks they used to go

 Glancing at ducks and lilies floating slow

 By chance they used to meet their friends and chat

 To know about their health and recollect events past

 In this world of noisy rush and heat

 The gardens and temples, a holy treat;

 They share with those who have patience.

 To know their experiences and feelings immense.

 

 

4.     Of past events, youth may not like to hear;

 To them, these seem to belong to another sphere.

 Like old birds in winter-worn forests deep;

 Youth may seem too busy and pretend to sleep;

 Entombed in memories the old seem to dwell

 Gone are the days of zeal and magic spell;

 This generation seems too fast and smart

 Old people’s words, seem not so impact their hearts.

 

5.    Their age and state not fit and strong

Though they desire, they can’t so travel long

They are content to watch places on T.V.

 In clear perspective without envy

 In still, dark night they wake up to review

Their acts and deeds—their needs too few;

 Like old hermits estranged in caves and forests far

They try to live with few desires wherever they are.

 

6.    Like caged creatures within four walls, they stay

Like static railway coaches, immovable they are;

Their children like engines take them to near and far

 No more can they move out and have their way;

 Once they used to move at their wish and will

Taking children wherever they demand with thrill

 Now, like sky-bound astronauts they cannot land

They have to follow their children’s command.

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   12th February 2025                  Somaseshu Gutala

  

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Awakening God

                               

                       

 

1.     With sweet melodious music divine

        In cool, rosy hours of dawn with flower-fresh shine;

        I wish to waken Thee, Oh Lord and greet

       With garlands and incense smelling sweet

       With tinkling symbols and soul-stirring strains;

       No serene climate in this crowded domain  

       No lilting smooth sounds of music I hear

       A hasty clutter of feet and blaring horns mere.

 

2.    The noisy roads revel in medley sounds

       Their cacophony crossing the bounds

       In midst of this chaos, you calmly dwell

       As if in serene Himalayan dell;

      While people come to Thee watching their cells

      Holy silence, not at all found in this hell

      How can I wake Thee up with devotion

      While rushing sounds create confusion?

 3. In temples the devotees devoutly pray loud

    Thy thousand names with devotion proud

    Not giving a chance for others to pray

   The incantations of priests lost in their noisy fray;

   The temple, a place of sincere love to God

   Turns a complex conglomeration of sounds oh Lord!

   A place where people chat, laugh loud with zest

  To show their zeal they strike the bells loudest.

4.When city tired, sleeps calm in nightly hours

  When darkness lulls drunkards and tired lovers

  When cool breeze wafts from distant hills

  When foggy pollution spreads and fills

   I feel Thy Presence in my bosom’s shrine

   A meet timing to wake Thee up from slumber divine

  With unheard melodies of rapturous pipe

  With music sweet, as sweet as mangoes ripe.

 5.How can sages become so steady and calm

    Like hills sublime with ineffable charm

    Unperturbed by distracting din of sounds

    Their yogic trance transcends our worldly bounds;

    Oh fool! how can one think that God needs sleep

    Who rules over stars, sky and mighty deep?

    In tiny atoms and in huge whales, his power abides

    His omnipresence watches all and safely guides.

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       3rd February 2025                 Somaseshu Gutala