అట్లూరి పిచ్చేశ్వరరావు తన రెండు దశాబ్దాల కాలంలో రాసిన దాదాపు పాతిక కధల సంపుటి నుంచి కొన్ని వాక్యాలని ఇలా పంచుకోవడం జరుగుతోంది. పంచుకోవడానికి కారణం ఆ కధలు, ఆ పాత్రలు అన్ని కాకపోయినా కొన్నైనా ఈ నాటికి వాటి ప్రాసంగికతను కోల్పోలేదని అవి ఈనాటి కి relevant అని అనుకోవడం వల్ల. అంతే కాదు… ఈ నాటి తెలుగు పాఠకులకి మళ్ళీ ఆయన రచనలని పరిచయం చేద్దామన్న ఆలోచన లోనుంచి పుట్టిన ఉద్దేశం ఇది.
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జీవచ్చవాలు ప్రచురణ కాలం కాని ఎందులో ప్రచురణకి నోచుకుందో తెలీదు కాని ‘దేశీ‘ వారి 1956 (?) ప్రచురణలో ఈ కధ వుంది.
1 – “No, I can’t let him go” she said. “He’ll be with us for as long as he wants to.” That’s what Ellen Sharma, the founder of Children’s Garden School, Madras, said when she was approached by my relatives when they wanted to remove me from the school and take me with them. This happened when my father passed away and I was alone with my mother. That’s where I learnt a whole lot more about life.
Ellen Sharma, how can I forget her? How can I forget V. N Sharma her husband who always had a smile on his face and used to borrow books from my dad’s library? And it was such a pleasure to run those errands carrying those books back and forth!! Gratitude! Yes, if that is the word.
2 – They used to call it “Erra Meda” ( ఎర్ర మేడ – Red Building). The evening turned to night. I was sitting there in a corner when he walked in and the hall erupted with noise. It was my cousins chirping and they all ran towards him. With a large smile, he pulled out a fistful of coins from his trousers and dropped them into every open palm spread out before him. Well, he is their father. Something was just about to crack into a billion pieces and began to ache within me. That’s when he came towards me, caught me by my hand, opened my palm and dropped the coins he had saved for me. He looked into my eyes and I looked back into those kind eyes that were full of love, warmth and they were smiling.
3 – It was sometime around 70 or 71. I was home and the postman delivered me a small brown paper parcel. It came by registered post. Brown paper covered all the sides. The twine thread with a perfect knot to a side and trimmed with just enough to hold between your fingers, held the cover in place. The postage stamps were at the top right corner. Our address written in perfect handwriting, almost like caligraphy, perfectly placed at the center of the packet. So was the from address. Lower left corner of the packet. I did not have the heart to tear it open but I did. I took a pair of scissors and cut it open from one side. Gently pulled out the contents. There is an other layer of newspaper. This too is neatly folded around the content which was rectangular in shape and slightly hard. Opend the flaps of the newspaper from one side and in lay a book. Beautifully wrapped up in a thick tissue paper, what we call butter paper. It is translucent, enough to help you make out the title of the book.
It is “kathalu kaakarakayalu” (కథలు కాకరకాయలు – Ed -1968). A short story collection by Chalasani Prasada Rao. I did not know who he was. I turned over the pages. I found the following words “keerthisEshu’Du‘ Atluri Pitcheswara Rao ki” (“కీర్తిశేషు ‘డు‘ ” అట్లూరి పిచ్చేశ్వరరావు కి). I met him a few years later and came to know that he was the editor, magazines Eenadu. What I couldn’t comprehend then was why would anyone that too a stranger dedicate a book to my father and ?! Gratitude did you say?
Note: This is the second part of the Gratitude Challenge Day Two. This is a post that I posted on my Facebook wall and I felt that confining it to that SMN is not right and that it should reach out to more people. That is why you see it here.
That’s right, she did it yesterday. But then she thought it was a “challenge”. I don’t think it is. It is so simple for me. Here are my reasons.
1- Am grateful to my parents for teaching me so many things. Especially my dad Pitcheswara Rao Atluri. Though I got to know him for only may be 5 or 6 years. But he is still around who inspires me to do the things that I am doing now.
2 – To my mother, a young housewife who became a widow, fought against extremely tough odds all alone to bring me up and offer me the best within her means.
3 – To my wife who loved me more than anything else in her life , even while fighting valiantly a losing battle gave her all to offer me the best she could until her last breath from a bed she knew she would retire early from this life.
I am also grateful to all those men and women who continue to teach me what life is all about and help me lead a full and better life.
Oh I forgot to mention the person who threw this at me. She is Aparna Thota and I thank you Aparna for this opportunity.
Note: This is a post that I posted on my Facebook wall and I felt that confining it to that SMN is not right and that it should reach out to more people. That is why you see it here. Thank you for visiting.