Sphoorthi Theatre

Significance of Rakshabandan Raksha Bandan the bond of protection is a festival primarily observed in North India, which celebrates the relationship between brothers and sisters. Rakhi – A sacred thread tied by a sister on her brother's wrist. This symbolizes the sister's love and pray the festival is observed by Hindus and Sikhs. The central ceremony involves the tying of a rakhis for her brother's well-being, and the brother's lifelong vow to protect her. The festival falls on the full moon day Shravan Poornima of the Shravan month of the Hindu lunar-solar almanac. The festival is marked by the tying of a rakhi, or holy thread, by the sister on the wrist of her brother. The brother in return offers a gift to his sister and vows to look after her as she presents sweets to her brother. The brother and sister traditionally feed one another sweets. Unrelated boys and men who are considered to be brothers’ adopted brothers can also be tied rakhis, provided t

Memorable moments with my dearest cousin Jai She is simple, yet quite sensitive, Sensible and responsible too. She shares and cares; she is a good speaker and a good listener. More than that she can get along with all age. That’s my dearest Jai akka. Akka in Tamil, Telugu and Kannada languages mean elder sister. With profound love all call her Jai. Jai is a good learner and likes to learner and gather information, just not gathering information but she likes to keep updated from time to time. During every visit I get to learn so many things from her. She is a good counselor too. I consider as akkas better than the reputed counselors who undergo training in family counseling. For every thing she does, there is logic behind. I remember Jai’s wedding. I was barely five and she was dressed in Mustard yellow silk saree Brown checks with temple border and top knot new hair style, resembling like yesteryears popular actress Sharmila Tagore (Heroine of Aaradhana film paired with yesteryears su

Why is the media here so negative? Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why? We are the first in milk production. We are number one in Remote sensing satellites. We are the second largest producer of wheat. We are the second largest producer of rice. Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters. I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. T

Emptiness within, Need for feelings to fill in; Long for those stretched arms, That never harm. Tears roll and roll by, Words choked in the throat; Hard to gulp or spit out, Not reachable announces the modern mobile. Not convinced by others to forget, Longing to meet, see, touch and hear; When loved one is not near, Closing my palms and making fist. Ears reacting to every hiss, Door bells, phone bells crying alike; Holding my breathe for a while, Feel agitated yet fragile. Who cares who is interested? Life is disgusted; Roses look pale, cuckoos weep, Like whole world is fast asleep. I am awake with ache, With hope that is bleak; To upheld self, And assert oneself. http://www.poemhunter.com/sphoorthi-theatre/

Hidden Self I sat around most of the time, Right from childhood to college time; Passed by days and nights, When no one around see my plight; Longed to share and shoulders to lean on, Pacified to see a new dawn; All alone. Passed summer, passed winter, Rain too had a good laughter; Worms and insects came near, To threaten and not console Oh! Dear; Dogs bark and cat’s meows, Shrunken my shoulders with raised eyebrows; Like a child lost in the town, I looked like a helpless clown; All alone. Happiness sadness accompanying me, Like a railway lane separated yet WE; Sharing with brothers a bowl of rice, Shabby dress looks nice; Teachers shout black n blue, For no socks and no shoes; All alone Made everyone laugh aloud, My cry never heard in the crowd; Amused all with pleasant smile, Dreaming about life for a while; With colourful career and lavish lifestyle, All alone. Am I worthy of it? Questioned self, Dusting bookshelf; Why not assured my inner voice, Blessed with talent and no choice; L

Oh! My dear Yellow bag!!! Years ago, I saw most of them carrying a bright yellow colour cloth bag, Yellow bag for buying vegetables and fruits, Yellow bag for carrying tiffin and lunch box, Yellow bag my grandpa’s best campanion, Followed him day and night, From office to evening clubs. Come Pongal,Dussera and Diwali, Sarees, dresses and white dhothi, Gifts and crackers packed in you. To get home yet another bright yellow bag, as new. Then came a monster Called Plastic, Who chased you off and made Earth spastic. Making hell on Earth and bombastic, Human's leading life unenthusiastic. Humans lost soul and mind, Behaving careless and being unkind, Damaging ozone and polluting every zone, Streets covered with plastic litters, Clogged lakes, pond and river, Polluting water and air. Happy are mosquitoes and insects, Happy to spread all over and ready to inject, Me falling sick, unable to sit and stand erect, Oh my negligence of leaving my earth unprotect, Harming her and treating wit