Marconi - Titanic 90th Anniversary

1912, April 14th - this Giant of an Oceanliner had not understood itselfin the right sense or was a little over-confident, know not know but what happened was HISTORY - PURE HISTORY. People look back on to the entire incident as a kind of a fun gesture with a twinkle in their eyes, but to even know how those on board suffered while dying, and the others who could not catch even a glimpse of their dying loved ones - are somewhere probably still alive - God Bless, with a heavy heart of ever having to travel on that death wish of a ship. True but rips open your consciousness even after so many years.


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svechha : Photos

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A NEW DAWN

Whatever it takes....

Thursday, February 03, 2005


When Ajju told me that she might be pregnant again last May, I was not too sure, but the minute I came back from Chennai, it was confirmed, so we took it in the stride., what with the first two episodes being dampeners.

Now, after all those 9 months of ecstatic wait, and long hours of anxiety, we are finally parents.

The reason for me to fill in this column a little late, was, that, our toddler is a 11 - day old sibbling TODAY. He had his first feel of water, his first wear of fresh clothes, and a long sleep after that first feed in the morning, poor guy must've bin tired.

Ajju is taking time off from everything to see that this guy is fed, put to sleep, plays with him for a while and then keeps calling me at least a million times over to update me on all those things which take place in my absence - idiot!!! She too had her first bath after the delivery, poor thing she must've bin exhaustingly sick, or the reverse - whatever...., now she is fine.

She is complaining of a stretching pain in her wrist which takes place before sleeping and after waking up from sleep. To talk to Dr. M. V. Rao garu abt the same.

Coincidentally, I had finished my appraisal(4 months late) yesterday with Neti and it went bad - was told to keep up the figures high and more leads to be generated in the next months.

Also, I finished my 13th show in the city with the "Lays RoadShow" coming to an abrupt end what with Ajju's delivery - 7 days with chips, chips and chips of LAYS!!! Enjoyed but not much renumerative.




posted by S.R.Cherukuri @ 1:12 PM 5 comments

Forlorn Youth

Nowhere had one ever, must've witnessed with such chastity the youth of someone flowing away from oneslf without quenching one's thirst towards life. The threads of that lost youth seem to keep appearing in a strange pattern all over again to mock over the present soothings, making the conditions of a peaceful structure of a wonderful day so irreprisible that u lose count of all that which is brushing past u. Things haven't turned over much but the consolation of leading a comfartable set type of a life now means more to me than all those riches of the world put together. Never a frown, not counting any uncertainities at any junction of this ill-fated life, always put up a brave face to any adverse situations which might win over my psychee. No friends to talk to, family led by it's insaneness, jobs at stake coz of poor qualifications, no pleasantries from any corner, not even the smile of a stranger to light up my day! What a fate, and whatever I wanted to own or have or eat, or wear, or gift or store..anything at all was a distant dream for that lonely little life. Bonuses of a never-to-be-heard future was the only kind of unseen consolation which kept the life boats active on those windy waves and creepy dark nights.

posted by S.R.Cherukuri at 9:53 AM 6 comments

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Personal Life

Chasing my 40th Autumn, had been a challenging-driven sort a life, run more by the passion of surviving rather than the joy of living. A fully-blossom childhood nipped in it's bud by the gory demise of our Father who had bin the driving force of our well-knit family. Mother, who had her own eclipses of literacy and the shadows of little common-sense filled kinda companionship which led her no where after that incident, losing out on both the battles of an early widowdom and the wars of the bringing up of 3 young children. All of this, confused her beyond belief and imagination. Led herself to self-destruction and devastation losing out controls on the reins of maturing children, drifted into the idiosyncracies of an hallucination-driven versions of irruptability, kept herself so low and away from family and friends that she faded into her own devildom. Never a kind word after that was heard by us three, never a soothing touch, nor a caress inviting us to explore the world of love and affection. Not only this led us to inamicability but also destroyed the rising innocense in it's mound. An important part of any family which is love and trust, truth and simple honesties, lots of laughter and unending joy are something which have bin a part of only our dreams which we dared to dream.....but as a rarity. Complexed, kindled, lost-out, left behind, uncared for, unloved by, no more of those sun-filled mornings, no more of that sureties of a smooth day or night.....the extremisms of what is called .....LIFE....had taken it's toll on us in a form of unending sorcerism, and anachrism, which led to an incredible epic of a childhood lost and assasinated by whatever.....but left an amazing mark of it's cruelty on our memory-driven youth. Destinations hazy, distances quadrupled, crisis mounting, image having lost itself to the stubbornness of the daily demands, found ourselves in a strange world of reckoning. No more had those sweet and sullen hands ever known to have faced a wrath of any evil or kind of mourning which have become inevitabiities of this forlorn truth called................LIFE.

Chased away from that childhood dream called education, books, niceties, fun n frolic, friends and games, those fights and arguments, that cribbings for an extra morsel of sweetmeat, those hugs n kisses, that everflowing love n affection, all had suddenly defined themselves into a thick and crystal clear mirage...making a mockery of what was once a glory-filled family. Never a question asked, not a frown on our faces, no single day without a hearty laugh, none of us having to ever explain our actions, nothing went wrong at all in all those years, storing enough supplies of oxygen-filled future, took only a needle to burst all that confidence into eternity with a prick which we never knew will last so long as the memories to be pasted on to our posterity. Lambasted and lead from out of the darkness, the necessities of the ever-flowing day-to-day life and on the ever-growing pressure of unexplainable youth, sniping at each other had left their impact so strong that ethics and civilized thought process had both become antiques for observation alone. Singularity, insanity, unwelcome simplicities, suttle relationships, string-driven cacophonies, ohhh! the satan called LIFE kept living it's share never to be tired, never to be forgotten, always gate-crashing, kept itself so lighted up that the small unseen threads of love , lust and loathesomeness buried the beauty of youth and adolescence under a deep pit of agony and apathy.

posted by S.R.Cherukuri at 1:03 PM 0 comments

aryan's family

Never before have I felt like the way I do now. This has got to be the same with everyone who goes through the same dwelling of life, called marriage and children. 1999, 18, 11 is the date I cannot forget for a lifetime as it not only changed my perception on life but it also changed the complete view from my window. This comes after completing the 7 year(nearly) of my marriage to this amazing woman, who came as a breath of fresh air, like the soft breeze in early winter, like the sound of the bugle in a jungle victory, like the cry of a child, like the look of a 16 year old, like the rustle of sand on the beach....am I? Well, no man ever winses his wife in public, now does he make a hoarding of it, but this is kinda special. A woman who is both of substance, intelligent(highly), very hard working, very understanding, very composed and a high sense of imagination coupled with good looks - can u imagine? The Bhamidipati family hails from a small village called "Gunupuram" in the district of Cuttack, Orissa State. That is where she belongs to, the good looks being a genetic hierarchy of her ancestors, her brains an inheritance from her father and ofcourse mother too(both being highly intelligent and creative). Her patience and cool attitude is probably the upbringing which speaks for itself in huge volumes. Aryan has definitely taken her image both in looks and brains, am sure. He has probably taken, only my shape and I only hope it stops with that.