LIVE GREEN, GO GREEN

        

                                               

                                 

                                          

                                

                                  

  

       1.      The sign of vital life in Nature, green

                God has chosen this lovely color

                In every bush, plant, tree and bower

               Wherever this vibrant hue is seen

               We find flourishing growth and change

               In various shades in woods and mountain range.

 

   2.       Green is the color of life and hope

             Green fills our hearts with happy thrill

             Green moss beckons us beside flowing rills

            Green grows on plains and mountain slopes

            Green represents fresh Nature pure

            A healing balm, a healthy herbal cure.

 

 3.       The grassy plains, an emerald expanse bright

           With multi-colored tiny blooms bedight

           In curious, skillful patterns, a charming sight

          From dense leaves, a flash of green parrots’ flight

          Green, a universal color of life on this sphere

          On other planets-- craters, volcanoes and vapor mere.

4.      Creation sprouted with this magic hue

         Our sustenance and breath these herbs and trees

         In every clime germinates life new

         Even in deserts or in dense woods with pearly dew

         Life without green, an arid, wretched waste

         If fanned by black furies of war and hate.

 

5.     Whoever sees mangoes, pears and parrots' green

        A ray of promise and peace reveal

       The touch of Mother Earth’s bosom we feel

       The shades of greenish jade in charming beads serene

       Even under placid waters of the seas grow bluish green

       In peacock feathers too sparkles the diamond-sheen.

6.   Monster-turned man destroys everything green

      Uprooting forests, parks and groves in ruthless ways

      Building skyscrapers to pave his own doomsday

      A concrete jungle with avarice mean

     Can he re-create Nature’s beauty undone?

     His greedy acts reveal his lack of vision.

7.  A slender shoot amidst these rocks show

     Nature’s invincible will and thrust

     Nature will display her green splendor from dust

     When guilty of his rapacious acts man will know

     How much he is indebted to this planet green

     To this life-giving liberal, generous queen.

8. Before this earth becomes a barren, lifeless sphere

    Before all beings are wiped out of existence

    Let man realize his unpardonable offence

    Let us rejuvenate our climate pure and clear

    Let us go green and put our knowledge to good use

    And not Nature destroy, pollute and abuse.

9. Let every house with trees and pants be seen

   Transform our vacant lands to gardens with cool shade

   Let us not murder age-old trees and glades

   Let us revive lakes, ponds and forests green

   In Nature’s wellbeing, man’s welfare lies

  Go green, with Nature let us harmonize our ties.

10. Let us make our life natural and green

  No artificial wasteful vanity-show  

  No harmful chemicals, a simple life let us follow

  No wasteful ways but hygienic and serene

  Eco-friendly methods better our climate impure

  Live green--go green, be your motto ensure.

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           27th October, 2024                  Somaseshu Gutala

 

       

                 

  

    

 

  

           

          

        

                   

 

 

RESTLESS ROADS (PART--I I )

                              

  

                                                

                                            

                      

 Stray cattle and dogs lie down without any fear

 Unconcerned even if vehicles come near;

 So many people slipped unable to check their speed

 To save these moving speed-breakers indeed;

 So many highways turn to playgrounds for all

 Unafraid they play games like cricket or football;

 None checks their zeal and leave them to their fate;

 Lack of civic sense teaches lessons too late.

Adventurous youth brag their daring skills

In bike races and feats to show off their thrill

Frightening onlookers and overcrossing rules;

None checks their rash attitude but remain too cool;

The reckless youth overtake others, drive and dash

On pedestrians’ pathways too fast and rash;

At night dreadful accidents are prone to happen

As drunken drivers hit innocent victims and run

Even crashing themselves to terrible death;

While their families suffer their loss till their last breath;

The roads assume a sinister, weird look at night

Though illuminated with streetlights at night;

Not a safe haven for lonely travelers, beware!

Robbers and cheating swindlers obstruct them to scare

To grab their loot, not hesitating to stab and kill;

 Still worse devils of brutal lust exploit their helpless state

 To despoil chastity and leave victims to their fate;

 The pavements are free shelters for beggars at night;

 The vendors’ carts and stalls occupy space as if by right

 Leaving no scope for pedestrians to walk

 The traffic rules shelved ineffective and blank;

 So many drivers move ignoring rules and speed

Leaving a confused mess for drivers to proceed;

These roads reflect men’s complex and curious ways

Men’s competitive, complicated and restless days;

Fraught with feelings of friendship, love, and hate

A network of mind-boggling rush of vehicles’ spate;

Wasting hours on the self-created puzzling maze

Can we untangle this undisciplined craze?

These ways appear serene with cool breeze and flowers

With shouts of children and birds in morning hours;

These ways turn dreadful at night with blood, tears and wails

A curious blend of shades testing our patience we find

Which startle our scurrying speed and hasty minds;

A many-colored network of life we feel

Our life’s journey with ups and downs these ways reveal.               

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 Note: In India nearly twelve hundred and sixty accidents happen every day, and every hour, four hundred and sixty people die due to accidents. Most accidents happen due to potholes and drunken driving. More than one lakh and fifty thousand people die in road crashes every year and most of them are teen aged youths. Proper maintenance of roads and strict observance of traffic rules and implementation of strict measures will reduce this dangerous problem. The restless roads reflect modern man's confused psyche riddled with so many problems and challenges. 
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  18th October, 2024                    Somaseshu Gutala

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RESTLESS ROADS (PART--I)

 

            

              

                                        

                  

                          

 The roads are linking channels built in every clime

  As one’s sole right none has power to claim;

  Without these roads, our movements stop

  Our dealings and means of livelihood drop;

  Least cared these vital links in essence

  We use them without any common sense;

  We dig trenches and pits for our selfish needs

  We left them damaged and none doth heed;

  Most of the pot-holes by our negligence made

  Timely repair and maintenance delayed;

  Tons of wastage into our drains we throw

  Blocking gutters over the roads to overflow;

  These roads, a source of gain to greedy minds who use

  Spurious stuff and thin-layered topping loose;

  So many innocent people slip and sustain

  Fatal injuries and suffer from fractured pain;

  The newly laid roads turn worn and chipped soon

  With pits and trenches-- a recurring boon

  For builders to fill their pockets again;

  Though people brand them as cheats with disdain;

  How many tender youths lost their lives indeed

  Exploited by corrupt officials’ vicious deeds?

  None cares to keep these highways neat and clean

  Flanked by avenues of flowering plants green;

  All garbage and refuse recklessly thrown

  These roads we treat as if our property own;

  If one complains we treat him as our deadly foe

  Our civic sense and duties we hardly follow;

  As in medieval times when people used to throw

  Everything as about hygiene they did not know;

  Even learned people never use their sense

  Flip plastic covers and cigars with indifference.

  Our careless ways backfire on us someday

  With dreadful diseases, a heavy price we have to pay;

  Roads have turned dangerous death-traps, beware!

  Let us maintain our roads with utmost care.

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   9th October,2024                              Somaseshu Gutala

 Note: This poem deals with a realistic portrayal of roads in small towns and cities in India. Such conditions are seen even in some parts of big cities also. Lack of awareness, carless and indifferent attitude of citizens and civic authorities, lack of proper maintenance, and rampant corruption are main reasons for making these important means of transport very shabby and dangerous. 

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Blooming Buds

 

             

            

                                  

                              

1.     Childhood, a vital phase in life

 Untouched by passions and strife

 Let us make it a delicious one

 Filled with love, freedom and fun.

 

2.     Habits impact their health and mind

 In creative arts and let them find

 Truths and morals through fancy strange

 For tales and myths expand their range.

 

3.     Pollute not minds with false status and show

 Character, precious gem, they have to know

 Let them value money and time

 Their prime duties and morals sublime.

 

4.     Let them not be ducks glued to mobiles and books

 Let them watch Nature with keener looks

 Not just pleasures enough to provide

 Help them extend their vision wide.

 

5.     Spend some time with them and enquire

 Their thoughts and tastes to inspire

  Use not brute force but win their hearts

  With gentle words and convincing tact. 

 

6.      Mother’s love and mother tongue precious things

  Immeasurable joy it brings;

  With electronic tools we kill

  Their searching skills and thrill.

7.       No springs of love from near and dear

   No time to watch their hopes and fear

   Can a vast store of toys make them glad?

   A status symbol, a mere modern fad.

 

8.       Far away from their local roots

   They may appear exotic and cute

   The bonds of kinship they have lost

   They are ignorant of their past.

 

9.       Caught in the web of internet

   Like insects trapped in spider’s net

   Exposed to more evil than good

   They stray away in a pathless wood.

 

       10      Let them not watch tales of horror and crime

                 Let them enjoy legends in prose and rhyme;

                 More than books and movies, your words and acts

                 Impress your minds and watch how you react.

 

      11      When parents addicted to media tools

                 How can they dictate children rules?

                 Whom can they blame or control ?

                 By their example they play a vital role.

 

      12      Children’s perceptions fresh and strong

                 One should not induce notions wrong;

                 Like plants exposed to foul weather

                 Their minds too wilt and wither.

 

     13       No songs, no dance, no play

                Childhood, no more, a golden day;

                A rigid schedule their minds to mold

                No time to dream in realms of gold.

 

    14.     Quarrels between couples upset their minds

               Be patient; let them domestic peace find;

               Fights and strife make them rough and hard

               Their minds filled with hate and discord. 

 

  15.       Give them freedom, be not too kind

               Too much pampering misleads their minds;

               Set your ways and acts on right track

               No use if you teach what you lack.

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   30th september, 2024                      Somaseshu Gutala

 

 

 

                

                

  

 

 

 

Bringing Ganesha Home

            

                              

        

 1.    A colorful group of elephant faces in rows

A festive attraction to all eyes;

Each one tempting as if all we can buy

In various shapes and sizes, a splendid show

A picturesque omnipresence of Lord we find.

In every corner and nook, generous and kind.

 

2.    Some in saffron and some in tinted red

And some in burnished in gold and some in silver shade;

And some in blue and some in black clay made;

And some in purple and some in gray -colored lead.

A plethora of colors here on display;

Not custom-bound but in artistic creative ways.

 

3.    In dancing pose with one foot raised, the Lord is seen

Another one playing on lyre, on harp or flute;

Another one playing with kids like a baby cute;

Another one dressed as a saint with face serene;

In garb of a scientist or a cosmonaut there

As if Lord is see in every being and everywhere.

 

4.    People feel their Lord as very close to their hearts

A fun-loving, friendly, forgiving God;

Though sketched and caricatured as a lad

To show people’s flaws, foibles and guilty acts;

A message of love, joy and equality shines

Through these eye-catching idols divine.

 

5.    Each idol shaped in its own thoughtful, artistic light

In different shapes and colors painted bright;

Shown on different mounts, a thrilling sight;

Shining on a swan with snowy wings milky -white

Seated on the sturdy bull, the Lord is seen to ride   

Seen with an ash-grey petty mouse beside.

 

6.    On the lotus-seat the Lord is like the rising sun

     Shaded by serpent hoods, the Lord showers His grace;

On sacred Garuda armed with the discus and mace

The Lord is seen with gold jewels adorn;

Along with His consorts on golden throne

Flanked by white elephants, the Lord is shown.

 

7.    Seated on sturdy lion the five-faced Lord is seen

With various weapons in his ten arms;

The valiant Lord attracts with radiant charms;

Protecting devotees from evil powers mean

The most powerful figure of lord bold

Shining like a thousand suns, behold!

 

8.    Borne by peacock the Lord appears benign

Blessing devotees with his upraised palm;

Like Krishna, he plays in child-like form;

In the lap of his beloved parents divine

He plays the scribe beside the Vyasa sage

The Lord fought with the demon to subdue his rage. 

 

9.    The Modak in hand shows thy bliss and nature kind;

 Thou, concrete symbol of OM, the sacred sound;

The cosmic force as serpent around thy waist is bound

The fickle rat stands for egoistic, greedy mind

Thy broken tusk reveals thy noble sacrifice

The crescent on thy crown divine glow signifies.

 

10  We feel as if we saw the cosmic universe

      A spell-binding charm in these idols we find

      Lord of knowledge and Nature! Majestic and kind

      Content with leaves, you give blessings immense;

      God of gods, make our fields and orchards fertile

      Bless us with peace and let us not Nature defile.

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Note: Lord Ganesha is considered as one who removes obstacles and confers success in efforts of all beings in the universe. So, he is worshipped first before starting any work, ritual or ceremony. As the beloved son of lord Shiva and Parvati he is revered as the Lord of knowledge, intelligence, wisdom and all arts. He confers Buddhi (discrimination) and Siddhi (fulfilment) in any effort. He is the symbolic representation of OM, the primal sacred sound or the unmanifested form of Parabrahman. The Modak in his palm shows him as the bestower of bliss. According to Puranas there are nearly thirty-two manifestations of Lord Ganesha. All worlds are embodied in his pot-belly and his elephant-head stands for intelligence and knowledge. Though he is almighty God, he prefers simple form of worship. He is content if he is offered blades of grass, wild flowers and fruits. Of course, Modak is his favorite dish. As the God of agriculture, he is worshipped by peasants before starting their farm work. Students also pray to him for his blessings to get success and knowledge in their studies. 

The festival of "Ganesh Chaturdhi" is celebrated in India and in many other countries with great enthusiasm and devotion. This festival is celebrated for nine days with great pomp and show. Many cultural activities and poojas are done. This is an occasion for all people to get together and worship Ganesha. Large idols of Ganesha are set up under tents in many places with floral decorations and bright illumination. On the tenth day the Ganesha idols are taken in a procession and immersed in ponds, rivers and streams. The statues made of plaster of paris and other artificial material cause water pollution and harm to many fishes and water plants. Instead of harming Nature with pollution, eco-friendly idols of Ganesha with organic colors are better worshipped, so that Nature and our surroundings should be protected. 

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   21st Septmeber, 2024                 Somaseshu Gutala

     

  

     

 

  

 

 

A Note on C. Rajagopalachari’s “Stories for the innocent” (Part—I I I)

 

Rajaji with Jawaharlal Nehru and sardar Vallabhbhai Patel

      

Rajaji’s books on “The Ramayana” and “The Mahabharata” are very famous works. He gave altered versions of some episodes in Ramayana in some of his stories. In “Uttara Kanda revised” the writer elevated the divine personality of Sita. The purpose of Rama’s personality ended after he killed Ravana. Rama remained only as the king of Ayodhya in human form. But Sita retained her divinity even after Rama asked her to prove her chastity to the people by entering fire. She wished to stay away from Rama in Valmiki’s Ashram till she would meet her divine lord in heaven. She advised Rama to get comfort and solace by keeping a golden image of hers with him.

As per Valmiki’s advice Sita treated Lav and Kush, two saintly boys from Ashram as her own sons. Valmiki taught them to sing the Ramayana epic composed by him. Sita felt satisfied to hear her story sung by her adopted sons and disappeared into the earth.  Rama was enthralled on hearing his story sung by Lav and Kush. This whole episode was narrated by Tara, Vali’s wife, to Ruma, Sugreeva’s wife. Ruma asked Tara whether Sita was right in leaving her husband. Tara replied that Sita acted justly because the divine avatar of Rama was over after Rama had killed Ravana. Rama ruled as the king of Ayodhya only as an ideal king. Tara concluded that she would go to meet Jambavan to know about the coming incarnation of Narayana as a cowherd boy who would do more wonderful leelas than Rama and would teach men how they should do their duty without attachment. 

In “The Killing of Vali” the writer shows the moral dilemma faced by Rama. The writer seems to suggest that Rama was forced to go out of Dharma to help Sugreeva and keep his promise to protect him from Vali. But as a Kshatriya he should not kill Vali hiding behind a tree. If he would not kill Vali, he would betray Sugreeva, and Vali would surely slay Sugreeva. 

At last Rama decided that he had to commit the sin of killing Vali to fulfill his promise given to Sugreeva. As both Sugreeva and Vali looked alike, Rama could not kill Vali at first. Sugreeva ran away from the battle to save his life. He called Rama and Lakshmana as cheats. Rama asked Lakshmana to put a green creeper with flowers around Sugreeva’s neck to identify him when he fought with Vali. When Sugreeva challenged Vali again for a fight, Vali’s wife, Tara, begged Vali not to go as she got news that Sugreeva got support of Rama and Lakshmana. But Vali thought that Rama would not seek support from a weak person like Sugreeva. Besides Rama would not act against Dharma.

When Rama shot an arrow to kill him, Vali was shocked. He questioned Rama why he shot an arrow like a coward hiding behind a tree. The writer showed Parvati and Parameswara witnessing this event. Parvati felt sad to look at the plight of Rama who lost both his wife and sense of dharma. Vali became calm and realized that he had behaved with his brother in an unworthy way. He requested Rama to look after Tara and his son, Angada. Tara, in a fit of anguish told Rama that though he would get Sita, his sinful act would prevent him from possessing her for a long time. Rama too felt sorry for his sinful act. Lakshmana consoled Rama saying, ’Who can ward off fate? … were it not due to fate, would my mother Janaki, have driven me from her presence?” Viewing Tara’s grief, Parameswara says to Parvati;” Uma, did you not see how the God of gods plays with the lives of people as with dolls in a pantomime?” He consoles Parvati saying that all this happened as a prelude to extinction of Ravana’s evil. He assured Parvati that by her grace, Tara would become wise and lead a peaceful and austere life. This story shows the dramatic skill of the writer who introduced Parvati and Parameswara to explain the purpose behind the killing of Vali and Rama’s moral dilemma. 

In this amusing story “The Gods arrive” Rajaji endorses Gandhi’s Swadeshi concept of wearing khaddar clothes. Sunder Chettiar was a cloth merchant and his wife, Minakshi, was a pious lady who followed traditional rules of life. She used to fast on every Ekadashi every fortnight. She used to feed sparrows and crows with rice before sitting down for her meal. One day an ascetic came and asked her for cooked food. She invited him and served food. The ascetic was very much impressed by her devotion and blessed her. He taught her a mantra by which she could see her ancestors, gods and sages.

The following day she bathed and repeated the mantra for 1008 times as the sage had instructed her. Suddenly she saw a big crowd in her place of worship. She saw heavenly beings, her ancestors and many other divinities. She saw Lord Krishna, Rama, Balarama, Sage Vasistha, Parasu Rama, Dharmaputra, Arjuna and Bhima. When Minakshi shouted “Narayana,” Sunder Chettiar came there to see what happened. Seeing the huge crowd, he thought that they were actors dressed in strange garb. Looking at their clothes, he took them for followers of Gandhi as all were clad in various types of khaddar. He asked them to go to some other’s house to show their acting skills.

 Meanwhile an old man stepped out and introduced himself as the father of his grandfather. Sunder Chettiar did not believe his words and asked them to vacate his house since police would arrest him if he was seen in the company of khaddar-clad people. Sunder’s great grandfather told him that all people in his time wore same type of cloth and in heaven also they were clad in khaddar only. He also added that he came in a hurry as Sunder’s wife had called him. Sunder Chettiar did not believe the old man’s words since he thought of them as Congress men. He looked at Dharmaputra and respectfully asked him to tell the truth. Dharmaputra replied that all people wore homespun cloth since ancient times which is now called khaddar as no other type of cloth came from outside India. He also advised Sunder Chettiar that people should prefer khaddar to help poor Indians earn their livelihood. Sunder examined the clothes worn by gods and sages and concluded that everyone was dressed in homespun cotton clothes.

 All of them blessed Sunder and his wife and disappeared. Sunder found out the truth that wearing khaddar had not started with Gandhi but from times of antiquity. His forefathers wore khaddar and died with those clothes on and still wear them even after they were in heaven. The writer concludes that we should also follow the age-old tradition of our ancestors since “there is reason to believe that we should get back our greatness by doing so.”

 

Let me conclude with a funny tale “Hats and sarees” in which the writer pokes fun at the Indian officers who imitate Europeans in dress, manners and language. For public they appear odd and ridiculous and become a laughingstock. Mr. Kaushika’s real name was Gopalakrishna Aiyar. When he went to Oxford, he thought that his name was too long and chose to call himself by his gotra as Mr. Kaushika. He discarded Hindu customs and addressed his wife as “darling’ and “dearie” in western fashion.

 He joined as Assistant Collector in charge of Parvatipur division. The Dist. Collector, Mr. Moberley invited Mr. Kaushika and his wife to an evening party. The same day he had to perform the annual shraddha of his father. Kaushika did not believe in Hindu superstitions and rituals. But to satisfy his mother he called the priests of Parvatipur to perform his father’s ceremony. He asked one of the Brahmins to perform the ceremony on his behalf. For this Mr. Kaushika had to pay a hefty amount. He also instructed them to finish the ceremony very quickly as he had an important meeting with the collector.

He called his wife to get ready for the party. She wore a fine red silk saree. He helped her to sit in the side car of his bike. He put on his hat and started the bike. The road was very bad with many ruts and potholes. People of the area gazed at the Asst. Collector and his wife “with gaping mouths laughing as if they saw some strange funny animals.’ 

When they reached the Collector’s house, everyone was asked to narrate a funny story. Mr. Saketaram, the Deputy Collector, said that he would narrate a funny incident that happened on that same day on the condition that they should not find fault with him afterwards. He said that it was about an incident that happened on that day itself. He said that while he was travelling in Jutka on the Parvatipuram road, he happened to see a group of ryots. As a Deputy Collector he enquired them whether they had enough rainfall. An old man replied,” Would the gods send rain, Sir, when even Brahmin women have become so bad and elope with westernized Indians (Eurasians)?”  He added that he saw with his own eyes a rascal white man wearing a hat riding on a bike with a good Brahmin lady in red silk saree and beautiful flowers seated in the side carriage of his bike. She was laughing as if she was most happy to be carried away by that wicked Eurasian. She did not feel ashamed even when people were watching her. He concluded,” it was so open and wicked. What have we come to, Sir? No wonder the gods hold the rains back.”

Mr. Kaushika blushed on hearing what people thought about him and his wife. Mrs. Kaushika felt embarrassed and overturned the milk jug while trying to hide her confusion. Mr. Mobley and all others laughed on hearing this funny episode. Mr. Mobeley asked Mr. Saketaram whether it really happened. Saketaram replied that it was not an invention and commented that none would imagine that wearing a hat would lead to such mistakes. Mr. Kaushika never again wore a hat when going out with his wife. From that day he behaved in a reserved way with Saketaram as he had exposed his hollow pretensions to look like a white officer.

 

The influence of Mahatma Gandhi is clearly seen when the writer described the superstitions about untouchability, caste distinctions and discrimination based on social status. The prevalent evil of drinking in poor classes and their frustration is very clearly brought out. The exploitation of poor women by domineering rich people shows the pitiable condition of ladies who are forced to yield or end their lives. The social stigmas among higher castes is also described in detail. The narrative and descriptive skills of the writer in these tales is superb. The writer gently criticized the superstitions and blind beliefs of the society. He used simple, clear and realistic style and everyone can understand the content without any difficulty. Of course, some themes are used repetitively in a few stories. This book shows the writer as a social critic from a new angle. In every story a message is found, and the content of the stories is very interesting and shows the social conditions prevalent in his time and which are still seen in some parts of our country.   

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      12th September, 2024                 Somaseshu Gutala