The Chandamama trinity, the 3 great artists who created those memorable pictures in the magazine.
Shankar, Veera Raghavan( Chitra) and Vaddadi Papayya Gaaru( VaPa).
These 3 men were with Chandamama since the start, bought alive our Puranas, Janapadas( folk tales) with their drawings.
Thanks @Krishnagaaru for sharing this with me.
Telugu Legacy Lives On! 🔥
Yuva Bhuvana Vijayam
The Grandeur of Bhuvana Vijayam, the legendary court of Andhra Bhoja Sri Krishnadevaraya, comes alive once again through the passion and dedication of today's generation.
The spirit of the Ashta Diggajas, the love for Telugu literature, and the pride in Our Civilisational heritage continues to thrive.
More power to these young torchbearers of Telugu culture! Please bless them.
Courtesy : DD Yadagiri
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ఈ క్రింది శ్లోకం 1956 నాటి చింతామణి సినిమాలోనిది. దీని నిగూఢ అర్థం చాలా చమత్కారమైనది మరియు తెలుగు సాహిత్యంలో, తర్వాత కాలంలో సినిమాల్లో ఇలాంటి శ్లేషలు ఎక్కువగా ఉపయోగించేవారు.
“వృక్షాగ్రవాసీ న చ పక్షిరాజః
చర్మాంగధారీ న చ సోమయాజి
త్రినేత్రధారీ న చ శూలపాణి
జలం ధరిత్రీ న ఘటో న మేఘః”
దీని సాధారణ (ప్రత్యక్ష) అర్థం, మరియు నిగూఢ (చమత్కార) అర్థం ఏమిటో తెలుసా?
తెలిస్తే చెప్పండి.
తెలియకపోతే ప్రయత్నించండి.
"Ramayana had been written many times. Does someone stop taking food because it has been taken every day? So is the story of Rama and one can write, read and love it as many number of times as possible."
Atukuri Molla, also known as Kummari Molla or Mollamamba, was a 16th‑century Telugu poet celebrated for her Molla Ramayanam, the 2nd Telugu female poet of note after Tallapaka Timmakka( wife of Annamayya).
She was from a small village Gopavaram in Atmakur mandal of Nellore dt. Her father Atukuri Kesanna, was a potter, reason why she was called so, Kummari is potter in Telugu. A devotee of Srisailam Mallikarjunaswamy, he gave her the name Molla meaning Jasmine.
Her Molla Ramayanam is one of the most famous Telugu adaptations of the epic. She used simple Telugu that could be understood by the masses, unlike the highly Sanskritized Telugu used by earlier poets.
It's believed Tenali Ramakrishna, presented her work in the court of Sri Krishnadeva Raya, who visited her village and felicitated her.
She never married, and dedicated her life to Mallkikarjuna Swamy, whom she credited as her Guru. She spent the rest of her life in Srisailam, where she went into Mahasamadhi.
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In Ayodhya,
the morning did not break,
it blossomed.
Slowly, like a lotus basking in the sun.
And there He stood,
The Priest King!
palms pressed together,
head tilted skyward,
as if listening for the footfall
of an ancient promise
finally returning home.
His hands trembled slightly
Not from age,
but from the unbearable weight
of centuries of struggle
leading to this moment in time.
I have seen flags rise before,
cloth stitched by human fingers.
But this one,
this saffron breath of Dharma,
felt like it was stitched
by the struggle of countless ancestors,
by the dust of the broken temple,
by the pained cries of Kar Sevaks
who carried Ram in their blood,
The blood that flowed into the Sarayu
As bullets rained on unarmed people.
And as the saffron flag unfurled,
his hands trembled.
How could they not?
For in that wind
was the roar of forgotten warriors,
the cracked voices of kar sevaks,
the silent tears of mothers
who lit lamps for Ram Lalla
they could only meet in their dreams.
In that upward gaze
was not a Prime Minister,
but a devotee,
a child of this civilisational soil,
a man witnessing grace
so immense
that even victory bowed before it.
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