Friday, August 15, 2025
Saturday, August 9, 2025
Tuesday, August 5, 2025
“Sri Raghavam Dasharatha Athmajam” – Shloka, and its meaning
The Shloka "Sri Raghavam Dasharatha Athmajam" is a prayer to
Lord Rama, praising his virtues and seeking his blessings. It describes Rama as
the son of Dasharatha, the husband of Sita, and a great warrior who destroyed
demons. The shloka is a way to invoke his divine presence and seek protection
and guidance.
The above video is the rendition of this Shloka by
Smt. N. Lalitha Raghu
In essence, the Shloka translates to:
"I bow to Sri Rama, the son of Dasharatha, the immeasurable, the husband
of Sita, the jewel of the Raghu dynasty, having arms that reach his knees and
eyes like lotus petals, the destroyer of demons."
The meaning of the Shloka
in detail goes as follows:
Sri Raghavam: "To
Sri Rama," the revered descendant of King Raghu.
Dasharatham: "Son of
Dasharatha."
Atmajam: "Son."
Aprameyam:
"Immeasurable, boundless, or infinite."
Sitapatim: "Husband
of Sita."
Raghukulanvaya
Ratnadipam: "The lamp (or jewel) of the Raghu dynasty."
Ajanubahum: "Having
arms that reach to the knees."
Aravinda Dalayataksham:
"Having eyes like lotus petals."
Ramam: "To
Rama."
Nishachara Vinashakaram:
"Destroyer of demons (or night walkers)."
Namami: "I bow down, I salute."
Saturday, July 26, 2025
With Mugs of Memories! Amidst Incessant Rain!
For three
days, the rain has softly stayed,
Veiling
skies in a dark shade.
The air
is damp, the wind wears chill,
And coffee cups with family pics begin to fill.
Steam
rises like a whispered tale,
Of warmer
times in sunlit trails.
Each mug
is a frame from days gone by,
Love and laughter frozen, spirits high.
Faces beam
from ceramic gloss,
Moments
held without time’s loss.
Family,
friends in printed cheer,
Now warming hands when they’re not near.
These mugs
don’t just hold caffeine,
They
cradle echoes in between.
A sip, a
smile, a thought of then,
Hope we
all soon meet again.
Thursday, July 24, 2025
Rainfall in Hyderabad
When rain falls hard in Hyderabad,
The streets become a
watery bed.
Cars get stuck, and people
run,
Their journey home, now
barely begun.
But in my house, called 'Srilekha',
I'm warm and safe, no rain
problem/Kasta/కష్టా 🙂
Hot food and drinks, a cosy
cheer,
While outside, troubles
reappear.
I watch the news, my heart feels low,
For those caught out in
the rain's flow.
I wish them home, out of
the plight,
Safe and sound, before the night.
Monday, July 14, 2025
Diamond Jubilee of Bhadrachalam Bridge.
It
has been 60 years since the opening of the road bridge over the River Godavari to
Bhadrachalam, the temple town. Until the bridge was inaugurated on 13 July 1965
by President Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, the only way to reach Bhadrachalam from
Telangana and the surrounding towns and villages was by crossing the river
using steamers, and in summer, by boats and steamers. From the Rajahmundry
side, it was always by steamer, as the road connection was only available from
Khammam, where this bridge is situated.
This
bridge was a great gift to pilgrims visiting Sri Sitaramachandra Swamy temple, Bhadrachalam,
and to the people of Bhadrachalam and villages, and towns on that side of the
State.
The above photographs are of the ‘inauguration slab’ of the bridge and of my father, Sri N. Bhaskarachary, greeting the President with Namaskaram.
Tuesday, July 8, 2025
The Crescent That Connects Across Time 🌙
Over the course of a lifetime, from the innocence of
childhood to the seasoned calm of the seventies, faces change, memories fade,
and old acquaintances often drift into the fog of time. It’s natural. Most
people, after long gaps, struggle to recognise familiar faces from the past.
Names slip away, relationships grow distant, and time does its quiet work.
Yet, I have experienced something rather curious, something
I’ve come to see as a quiet marvel. Despite the years gone by, people from
different stages of my life often recognise me, not just by face, but by name
and connection. This article is a reflection on that wonder, and perhaps the
reason behind it, a reason etched, quite literally, onto my forehead.
I carry a prominent crescent-shaped birthmark (5 cm long) on
my forehead, curved like a sliver of moonlight in a clear night sky. It has
been with me since birth, an ever-present symbol, a quiet but visible part of
who I am. Unlike marks that remain hidden, facial birthmarks are part of the
immediate impression we give the world. They become intertwined with how we are
remembered. And in my case, this distinct crescent has followed me through time
as an ageless identifier.
Over the years, this mark has become more than a quirk of
nature. It has become a companion, one that sparks curiosity, invites
conversation, and connects me to stories far older than my own. People often
stop and ask about it, especially when meeting me for the first time. Their
interest opens the door to discussions on identity, belief, and the strange,
beautiful ways in which the universe touches each of us.
While I don’t believe it holds any magical powers, I do find
meaning in the symbolism it carries. In many cultures, and particularly in
ancient Hindu lore, birthmarks are considered more than skin-deep. They are
seen as divine imprints, fingerprints of fate. And when such a mark takes the
shape of a crescent moon, it becomes something more: a talisman, a cosmic
emblem.
In Hindu mythology, the crescent moon rests in the matted
locks of Lord Shiva himself. It symbolises the cycle of time, the rhythm of
creation, and the calming, eternal presence of the Mahadeva. I still remember
how elders, upon noticing my birthmark, would pause thoughtfully and say with
reverence, “That’s the mark of Shiva’s gaze. He’s watching over you.”
Whether that’s true or not, I hold the sentiment close. It
brings comfort, a sense of connection to something vast and timeless. Perhaps
it is this mark, this symbol of memory and divinity, that helps people remember
me even after decades have passed.
So, here I am in my seventies, still greeted with
familiarity, still called by name, and still carrying the crescent moon on my
brow, my lifelong companion and silent storyteller.
🙏 Thank you, Lord Shiva, for your watchful gaze and for
continuing to bless my family and me.
Saturday, June 21, 2025
A Heartwarming Father's Day Celebration – 2025!
In our father’s quiet strength, we find our way,
A guiding light by night and day.
With every smile and every care,
A father's love is always there.
The Father's Day celebration (15th
June 2025) was truly special for our family. We gathered at a cozy restaurant,
surrounded by love, laughter, and some delicious food. It was a day to pause
and celebrate the quiet strength, care, and guidance that fathers bring into
our lives every single day. We were three fathers at the celebration, Sudhir,
Srikanth and I.
Sharing stories, exchanging
smiles, and simply being together made the occasion even more meaningful. The
joy of family time was captured beautifully in the photos we took, each one a
reminder of moments we’ll always cherish.
I take this opportunity to wish
all fathers in the family a very Happy Father’s Day!
Our Visit to Sri Panduranga Swamy Temple, Chilakalapudi
While
holidaying recently at a beach resort in Chirala, nestled in the Bapatla
District of Andhra Pradesh, our family was unexpectedly blessed with an
opportunity that turned our coastal holiday into a spiritually fulfilling
journey. On the 6th of June, 2025, we made a serene visit to the sacred Sri
Panduranga Swamy Temple at Chilakalapudi, located in the historic port town of
Machilipatnam, Krishna District, 120 km from where we were holidaying. I
visited this temple with my parents when I was around five years old. Although
I have no recollection of the visit itself, the photographs clicked then, at
the nearby Manginapudi beach, constantly remind me of our trip to
Chilakalapudi.
For
devotees of Lord Vitthala (Panduranga Swamy/Lord Krishna), this temple holds
special significance. It is considered the second most revered shrine of Sri
Panduranga Swamy, next only to the famous temple at Pandharpur in Solapur
District of Maharashtra. What makes this temple especially divine is that the
idol of the Lord here is Swayambhu (self-manifested). The presence of saints
and devotees at the time of its manifestation adds to its mystical and
spiritual aura. The temple also resembles the one at Pandharpur.
As
we stepped into the temple premises, there was an unmistakable sense of peace
and reverence in the air. The idol bears an uncanny resemblance to the deity at
Pandharpur, standing tall, hands on hips, exuding compassion, patience, and
infinite grace. We could feel the same divine energy that millions seek in
Pandharpur, right here in Chilakalapudi.
The
temple’s origin story added another layer of personal joy for us. We learned
that it was constructed by Bhakta Narasimham, a devout Vishwabrahmin
(Goldsmith) belonging to the Suparnasa Brahmarishi Gothram, the same lineage
that we and Niranjan bava proudly belong to. This shared heritage stirred a
deep sense of connection and pride. Knowing that someone from our own Gothram
had the divine calling and devotion to build such a sacred space filled our
hearts with immense gratitude and inspiration.
Our
visit was brief but profound. We left with prasad in hand, peace in our hearts,
and blessings that seemed to transcend words. This unexpected spiritual
interlude reminded us that the divine often reveals itself in the most
unplanned moments, when you're simply open and present.
We
hope you'll enjoy these photographs I have attached, which capture the timeless
grace of Sri Panduranga Swamy and the serenity of this lesser-known yet
powerful temple. Whether you're a devotee of Vitthala or a seeker of quiet
sanctity, this gem in Machilipatnam is worth a visit.
May
Lord Panduranga’s (Lord Vitthala’s/Lord Krishna’s) blessings be with us all.
Monday, June 9, 2025
Friday, May 16, 2025
This is a timeless capture that warms the heart
Sometimes, the simplest joys come from
traditions,
Crispy,
flavourful snacks passed down through generations,
Perfect for
any time of the day,
And in any
season here, or any country far away.
This is a timeless capture that warms the
heart.
Where golden
crisps and laughter meet,
And age-old
recipes whisper comfort sweet,
For every
little hunger, and every big smile,
Tradition
serves joy, stacked on a plate,
As
beautifully as this moment.
Sudhiksha holds the plate just right,
While
Lalitha beams with pure delight.
The snacks
are crisp, the flavours deep,
But it’s
their bond they’ll always keep.
Tuesday, May 13, 2025
Operation Sindoor: A Triumph of Justice and Resolve
In the face of unspeakable tragedy,
India has risen, undaunted, unwavering, and united.
The brutal massacre of Hindu tourists
at Pahalgam on 22nd April 2025 was not merely a terrorist attack. It was an
assault on humanity, on faith, and the spirit of our Nation. Innocent lives
were taken in cold blood, men executed before the eyes of their families. The
grief that swept across the country was heavy, personal, and unforgettable.
But from that grief emerged a resolve
stronger than ever before: ‘Operation Sindoor’.
The launch of Operation Sindoor has
been a masterstroke, both in strategic precision and symbolic power. This is
not just a military operation; it is a statement. A declaration that India will
not bow to fear, will not tolerate terror, and will never forget the death of
the innocent.
The name itself, Sindoor, is deeply emotional.
In Indian culture, Sindoor is a sacred symbol of marriage, of a woman’s bond to
her husband, of family, continuity, and life. To name this mission after it is
to reclaim what the terrorists tried to destroy: love, sanctity, and peace. It
is a tribute to the women whose lives were shattered, whose Sindoor was stained
with blood, not by fate, but by the cowardice of those who kill from the
shadows.
Operation Sindoor is our answer.
Executed with precision and
unparalleled bravery, the mission has struck deep at the heart of the terrorist
infrastructure. Camps have been decimated. Launchpads dismantled. The nation
that shelters and breeds these enemies of peace has been given a lesson they
will not forget. Our armed forces, intelligence agencies, and government have
shown what it means to act with resolve and righteousness.
This mission is more than just
retaliation, it is justice.
I salute our soldiers who, with
courage in their hearts and duty in their veins, carried out this operation
with brilliance and efficiency. I commend the leadership that greenlit such a
bold and meaningful move. And I stand with every agency, every operative, every
decision-maker who contributed to this proud moment.
Operation Sindoor is a reminder to
the world: India is not a silent spectator. We value peace, but we are not
afraid of war. We mourn our dead, but we do not surrender. We will protect our
people, our culture, and our honour, no matter the cost.
Let every enemy of peace take note.
This Nation does not forget. And this Nation will never forgive acts of terror.
Jai Hind!
Bharat Mata ki Jai!
May God continue to be with us.
May peace return, and may justice always prevail.
Saturday, May 10, 2025
A Serene Encounter: Sun and Moon Together Over Hussain Sagar Lake
On a tranquil evening, as the sun
began its descent over the horizon, my wife and I found ourselves gazing at a mesmerising
scene that felt almost surreal. The sun, in its full round shape, was setting
over the serene waters of Hussain Sagar Lake, casting a golden reflection that
danced on the surface. But what made this moment truly magical was the presence
of the moon, positioned side by side with the sun, as if posing for a
photograph. Both celestial bodies were in full round shape, creating a rare and
captivating sight.
Hussain Sagar Lake, located in
Hyderabad, is a heart-shaped lake known for its picturesque views and the
iconic statue of Buddha standing tall in its centre. On this specific evening,
the lake was bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, with the sky painted
in shades of orange and gold. The reflection of the sun on the water created a
shimmering pathway that led the eye towards the horizon.
In the distance, the Indian flag
stood proudly, fluttering gently in the evening breeze. The trees on the small projecting bank within the lake added to
the natural beauty of the scene, their silhouettes creating a perfect contrast
against the glowing sky.
The sight of the sun and moon
together, both in full round shape, was a rare and enchanting moment. It felt
as though nature had orchestrated this beautiful display just for us, allowing us to capture photographs and videos that would forever
remind us
of the serene beauty of Hussain Sagar Lake.
As we stood there, soaking in the tranquillity
of the scene, we
couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude for witnessing such a
unique and harmonious alignment of the sun and moon. It was a reminder of the
simple yet profound beauty that nature offers, and the importance of taking a
moment to appreciate these fleeting wonders.