Monday, April 5, 2021

శంకరార్పణం - 3684

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శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3684

“జముననుఁ జూడఁగా విజయశాంతి లభించె జయప్రదమ్ముగన్”







తములము వక్కనున్ నమిలి దండిగ నుమ్ముచు వీధివీధులన్

కుములగ శత్రువర్గమహ కూడుచు మేలు ప్రయాగనందునన్

కమలపు గుర్తుపై నిడుచు కమ్మగ వోటును చేరి గంగనున్

జముననుఁ జూడఁగా విజయశాంతి లభించె జయప్రదమ్ముగన్


జమున = యమునా నది








(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)


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Sunday, April 4, 2021

Tides - 2

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"And once in a while, with a friend, I would walk on the beach towards that Dolphin's Nose southwards for a couple of miles. And land up right on the banks of the narrow creek into which the sea flooded inwards to the port. It is through this creek that the rivulet "Narava Gedda" joined her spouse, the Bay of Bengal."


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I was talking about our escapades on the Vizagh beach in 1958. 

After night meals I used to take a 5-minute walk down our Maharanipet home to that fond beach.

And then watch the heavily barricaded "Naval Battery" Compound. Once in a while they used to switch on their floodlights with their parabolic reflectors casting a brilliant parallel beam of white light right on the sea to a mile or more, catching a ship anchored there waiting for days for a vacant berth at the port ahead.

Legend had it that the sea there saw 'action' during the Second World War:


...Later, Japan sent an aircraft-carrier and two of its fighter planes around 8 AM on April 6th. Sensing danger, the sirens blew and the people of the town who were already given a drill in case of eventualities ran for shelter. The planes after a few rounds of scouting disappeared, Vizaghites were relieved.

But the planes returned back again around 1 AM, and this time they came in two plus three attack formation and started pounding the coast. But the moment they tried to enter the port area, the American ships stationed there opened up their famous `Bofors’ anti-aircraft guns in staccato. The retaliatory fire, combined with the natural protection of the hills on all three sides, did not allow the planes to have a peep at the inner harbor, and had to abort their mission...


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On a sunny winter morning my friend and I would walk down to the beach and head northwards away from the Dolphin's Nose.

A mile or so later we would reach the "Scandal Point" (never could decipher what was so scandalous about it).

That Point was marked by a rock on which was perched a concrete column about 6 feet tall.

And at the base of that column there was just enough space for seating a scandalous couple.

Away from the beach facing it was the landmark "Ramakrishna Mission Temple" with its renowned 'Aratis' at sundown. The road ended a few hundred meters then on.

Walking further on the beach northwards there were no buildings then across the beach...unlike now. It was a stack of clayish dunes all the way up, to our Andhra University Buildings.

Walking a couple of miles further north on the beach we would reach a bend in the sea where it took a circular turn deep into the land, forming what was famously called: "Lawson's Bay" (Lawson who?)

That was a bay within the Bay of Bengal.

And the sea there was always like a vast placid swimming pool. Great for bathers and swimmers.


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Resting for half an hour on the beach there and watching the Lawson's Bay, we dared not walk further north.

Reason was that it ended in a deep jungle going up a tall uninhabited hill (now called Kailasa Giri) reputed to be abode of tigers once upon a time.

So we crossed away from the beach into the land and reached the "Shanti Ashramam"...a few buildings nestling among groves of a casuarina ('singing' trees).

Walking further up by the footpath we found bushes of "screw pine" (మొగలి)

Further ahead were long barracks of Vizagh dhobis (including our own Manikyam's).

Walking further on we saw a circular patch of gently sloping hardened sand at the center of which was a pole with a red flag fluttering in the sea breeze.

That was a mystery to us then...now I know it as a golf course hole into which lucky golfers putted their balls once in a blue moon.

And finally we landed up in a pucca road in what was called: "Waltair Uplands"

All those are gone now...("now" means 1997 when I visited Vizagh last :)

Kailasa Giri is a tourist place with a stair case and a cable car to boot.

And those golf courses and dhobi ghats and screw pines gave way to a booming posh township called:

MVP Colony (Muvvala Vani Palem)


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Walking up the Waltair Uplands road we got to the Out-Gate of our Andhra University.

And right in front of it was a hillock with a footpath leading to the "Kirlampudi Hostel" famous abode of Frustrated Research Scholars (FRS).

From there the roaring Bay of Bengal once again surfaced into our view.

At the Out-Gate we take the "City Bus No 10" (charmingly called 'Sputnik' for the roundabout route it took).

Had we taken any other city bus like #1 or #2 we would go straight by the Main Road to the Harbor-end of Vizagh...the  other bus terminus called "Old Post Office".

And we had to get down at the other end of the KGH Hospital Hillock and walk up it (tiresome).

So Bus No 10 was invented to take a left turn ahead of the University, go downhill all the way to the Ramakrishna Mission Temple, take a U-turn around it, and go up again....reaching the Maharanipet Junction (where our home was for 2 years).

And then we shifted to the nearby Krishna Nagar where I had a room on top of a hillock facing the Bay of Bengal.

And a chair and table pushed against a window where I could sit and watch the roaring sea day and night...and dream...and read seaside stories like in Hemingway's "Old Man and the Sea", and Conrad's "Victory" (our prescribed 'novel' in Part I English).

No wonder I didn't get to study the hated Math and Chemistry tomes...missing thereby coveted medals and prizes (despite topping in English...which didn't count).


Ah! Well! I did get to blog like the Devil!


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To be continued


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శంకరార్పణం - 3683

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శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3683

“కరముల నెల్లవేళఁ గడుగన్ వలెఁ దైలముతోడ మేల్గనన్”








త్వరగను హైద్రబాదునను తప్పక చేరుచు నెన్నికందునన్

మరువక రాజకీయమును మానస మందున పూజచేయుచున్

బరువుగ మోసి నెత్తినను భాండము వేగమె చేరి నేతలన్

కరముల నెల్లవేళఁ గడుగన్ వలెఁ దైలముతోడ మేల్గనన్









(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)


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Saturday, April 3, 2021

Tides - 1

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If you want to witness tides in all their glory, you have to live by the sea...as I did in Vizagh for seven long years (24/365/7) 1958-65.


Although I keep referring to the village Muthukur where I did most of my schooling as a "seaside village", it is a bit hyperbolic. As the crow flies, Bay of Bengal on the charming Coromandel Coast is about 4 km from Muthukur. 

The clues that Muthukur was near the sea were vast expanses of sand (no sand-mafia then) and the moody "land and sea breezes", and the perennial sweat.

When we walked as the crow flew we reached the village Gopalapuram and then the famous Buckingham Canal. And the boatman would row us cross it. Shortly thereafter, nestling among groves of tall palms and casuarina, rose the Konamal Bungalow (we never knew what was Konamal about it). reaching this bungalow we suddenly saw the vast expanse of sparkling Bay of Bengal stretching to the horizon. But there was no beach there...the bungalow was on a tiny hillock and the sea was lapping it. And the few picnickers who dared descend into that sea were often swallowed up by its whirlpools there, sadly.

[All that splendor is gone like the delicious dream of Coleridge's 'Kubla Khan'...Muthukur is now an expensive town...with a giant thermal power station and one of the best ports at Gopalapuram. In 2010 when we wanted to go beyond Gopalapuram, we were not allowed...the port was 'protected area'...all we could see were angry red masts of huge cranes reaching the sky]


On the other hand, every other year, on special occasions like an eclipse, we would visit the sea to bathe in it, via a different route:

We would all get ready early in the morning by 4 AM, have our coffee, and start walking diagonally across rice fields...ladies, gents and kids. And get to our ancestral village Krishnaptnam:

http://gpsastry.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-temple-couple.html

And then on to the Buckingham Canal where boatmen would be waiting for customers wanting to cross it.

A further walk of a few minutes would land us at the foot of series of seven sand dunes one after the other. Each of these dunes was about 10 feet high. And all of us enjoyed walking up and sliding down those seven dunes on to the other side one after the other.

And from the top of the last dune we would suddenly see the Bay of Bengal with a sandy beach of about 50-100 feet (depending on the tides). 

That beach was safe for wading into the sea to about ten feet and dipping our holy heads in the saline water, consummating the ritual bath.


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And then I landed up in Vizagh in 1958 for my university education. We were then living in the posh Maharanipet (which Maharani?).

Our house ('Bhakti Bhavan") lay midway down the top of the Maharanipet hillock (upon which was laid out the King George Hospital) to the Bay of Bengal. Which 'King George'...we never cared to know....some say he was the first British Surveyor there.

A five-minute walk from our home would land us on the beach. The sea was very rough there with huge breakers rolling down the waters they carried right up to our feet on the beach.

From that beach we could see the famous hill, "Dolphin's Nose", with the old red-and-white lighthouse perched on it. The name of the hill was pithy.

Einstein is supposed to have said that his most productive years were when he was employed in such a lonely lighthouse as its youthful operator...no one to disturb but the roar of the sea.

Once in a while, with a friend, I would walk on the beach towards that Dolphin's Nose southwards for a couple of miles. And land up right on the banks of the narrow creek into which the sea flooded inwards to the port. It is through this creek that the rivulet "Narava Gedda" joined her spouse, the Bay of Bengal.

Crossing this creek by a hired boat would bring us to the foot of 'Dolphin's Nose', which was a green hill, with a footpath lined by tall trees on either side. Walking up this path we got to the top of the Nose and its lighthouse. And if we turned back we would see whole of the Vizagh city as a "model township" laid out on the floor, dotted with tiny buildings and thick woods...no concrete jungles then.

The creek formed the site of a natural harbor, the hill 'Dolphin's Nose' jutting into the sea saving its port from cyclones.

But the huge tidal bores rushing into the rivulet caused erosion and destruction.

And the British Engineers who built that port were at a loss what to do. 

And had to summon our (Bharat Ratna) Mokshagundam Visvesvaryya for help. And he came up with this ingenious solution:

"Take two ships, load them full with cement bags up to their tops, and sink them at the mouth of the inlet into the sea."

Those two sunk steamers acted as breakwaters. We could see the masts at their tops.

[I didn't know then that just a decade later I would be living in the "Visvesvarayya Niwas" Faculty Hostel for seven glorious years at IIT KGP (1967-74) and get to read lots of books and make merry with crazy friends]


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To be continued


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శంకరార్పణం - 3682

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శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3682

“మన పద్యమ్ముల నెల్లరుం జదివి యాత్మజ్ఞానులై వెల్గరే”








ఘనమౌ తీరున ఛందమున్ గఱపగా కందీశులే శాస్త్రికిన్

పనికిన్ మాలిన పూరణల్ సలుపగన్ వందల్ గ  వేలల్  గనున్

మనముల్ రంజిల జేయునట్లు సరదా మాత్రంబుగన్ వ్రాయగా

మన పద్యమ్ముల నెల్లరుం జదివి యాత్మజ్ఞానులై వెల్గరే!








(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)


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Friday, April 2, 2021

Operation Barbarossa - 11

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Now (at last) we come to "Jews & Barbers" 

During the 1960s I was buying Reader's Digest and reading its fat issues cover to cover.

After the end of the Cold War, RD lost all its charm propaganda and is now as thin as a string bean.

One of the memorable jokes in an issue of RD went like this:

A Jewish villager in Russia goes to his District Commissioner of Police and complains:

"There are posters in my village asking for: DEATH TO JEWS & BARBERS"

"Why Barbers?"


That about sums up Christendom's antipathy to Jews.

No doubt Jesus was born in a Jewish family. His mother Virgin Mary and father Joseph were Jews. And the Gospels refer to him as the King of Jews. 


In the Gospel of John (19:19-20), the inscription is explained:

And Pontius Pilate wrote a title, and put it on the cross. And the writing was JESUS OF NAZARETH THE KING OF THE JEWS.


But he entered the Temple of Jews and tried to cleanse it of its prevailing sins, in particular, money-lending:


The cleansing of the Temple narrative tells of Jesus expelling the merchants and the money changers from the Temple, and occurs in all four canonical gospels of the New Testament. The scene is a common motif in Christian art.

In this account, Jesus and his disciples travel to Jerusalem for Passover, where Jesus expels the merchants and consumers from the temple, accusing them of turning it into "a den of thieves" (in the Synoptic Gospels) and "a house of trade" (in Gospel of John) through their commercial activities.



And this outraged the Jews and they took revenge by being instrumental in the crucifixion of Jesus.

That at least is how the story went...

And later on Christians all over the Christendom accused Jews wholesale as killers of Jesus and banished them from all trades. They were prohibited from owning land and property (other than cash); and drove them to ghettos outside their townships.

Christianity prohibited money-lending, and considered 'interest;...and interest on interest' (simple and compound) as a sin.

But not Judaism.

That was how Jews had to turn to the profession of money-lending.

But everyone in the Christendom needed money once in a while, like our Antonio.

And had to go to his Jewish Shylock. And got his loan.

And then Shylock got portrayed as greedy, venal, vengeful, immoral, sinful, and hideous.

That of course is the pinnacle of hypocrisy.


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All our banks nowadays charge interest on interest when they lend us money for our homes, cars, jewelry, and vices like drinks and drugs (personal loans).

But we don't kill our bankers nor our lady finance ministers...fortunately...

All that we do is to take humungous loans from banks and scoot to London or obscure places like Antigua and try our best to escape extradition.


There is this pawnbroker Wilson in Sherlock Holmes's "Red Headed League" who says:

"I don't have to leave my shop....my business comes to me"

How wonderful!

In the 1960s when I used to visit my father's town Gudur, I would take my pleasant evening walks on its main road called Raja Veedhi.

And I was charmed by the variety of its shops: cloth, provisions, gas stoves, gold, shamianas, electronics, musical instruments and such.

When I went there a couple of decades later, most of those shops vanished and were replaced with 'pawnbrokers'.

This gent reclined on a cushion under his ceiling fan and fattened his tummy:

"His business came to him"


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Although Shakespeare did injustice to Shylock as a jealous money-lender, he taught us to be neither a borrower nor a lender (in his Hamlet):


Polonius:


Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.


Easier said than done...

My father, being a strict headmaster of the Muthukur school, couldn't very well go to the local pawnbroker with his wife's bangles.

But with his large family and small income, he needed money urgently once.

And someone advised him that he could take a loan on his LIC Policy.

And he got the form and read it and discovered that the only way he could take a loan was to declare it for "urgent medical expenses of the wife"

And he prevaricated despite his Gandhian adherence to truth (though not non-violence against his errant students and his naughty son).

And he got his loan approved...LIC was kind and accepted the fake medical certificate.

And within a month his wife fell seriously ill and had to be rushed overnight to the American Baptist Mission Hospital in Nellore for emergency surgery. 

Then on he got scared and never took any more loans from anywhere, and followed the golden rule:

"Cut your coat according to your cloth!"

With the result that his only son became perennially hard up and had to take multiple loans from all possible sources other than pawnbrokers (having nothing to pawn) throughout his working life at IIT KGP (in order to support the education and marriage expenses of most of his father's six daughters). 

Within a few years of joining IIT, he heard that he could take refundable loans from his Provident Fund (even concurrent ones).

And Gauri Babu (the kind Superintendent of the Accounts Section) advised him how to fill up the appropriate "Reason" column in the Application Form:

"Marriage of dependent sister"

And during his forty years there he must have married off a couple of dozen 'dependent sisters' (he being no Gandhian). 

Till, after his putting in 15 years of service, Gauri Babu advised him that he could take a non-refundable loan for buying a house.

And he bought dozens of houses thereafter.

But still he needed ready cash to buy a fridge when the one he had bought a decade ago conked off midsummer in 1997. 

Then he recalled that he had an FD in the State Bank of India.

Don't think that he took loans from PF and deposited them in the SBI as FDs.

No!

His story is as follows:

When he got married in 1979, the fond (retired Executive Engineer) grandfather of his bride wanted to give her a gift (don't call it dowry which is against Conduct Rules).

And he asked the old man to deposit it in his Tirupati SBI Account jointly in his own name and his granddaughter's.

And the EE was pleased at his noble gesture.

Two months after his granddaughter's marriage the EE visited KGP to find out if his granddaughter was happy with her husband. And kept the new bridegroom under strict vigilance for all of two weeks; during which the hubby pretended he was a non-smoker (in public).

And the old man felt immensely happy. 

And after the said FD matured,  the EE dropped his name and replaced it with his grandson-in-law's and got it transferred to SBI KGP.

And a decade later that chap took a loan on it for buying a new fridge.

And the interest on it was being deducted regularly from his salary account for a couple of years.

But one fine day he was summoned to the Bank and was roundly rebuked by the new Manager for not refunding the principal.

And that needed another of his dependent sisters to be married off forthwith :)


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Last Laugh: 

Charlie Chaplin (suspected by some to be Jewish) made a movie (The Great Dictator) in which he played the double role of the Aryan Hitler and a Jewish Barber.



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శంకరార్పణం - 3681

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శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3690

“ఈర్ష్యాద్వేషములున్న మానవులనే యీశుండు మెచ్చుం గదా”







ఈర్ష్యల్ మీరుచు యూదులన్ కనగనున్ హృద్దేశమే మండగన్

పోర్ష్యావంటిది జడ్జి మిమ్ములగనన్ ప్రోత్సాహమున్ జేయదే!👇

పర్ష్యన్ దేశపు పుత్రులార! విడగన్ పాపమ్ములౌ నిట్టివౌ

నీర్ష్యాద్వేషములున్న; మానవులనే యీశుండు మెచ్చుం గదా!







(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)


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