Sphoorthi Theatre

“Those days were golden”, “we had a blissful Childhood”… and so on are the expressive words spoken by our parents and grandparents. Has the golden days really disappeared from the world? Are today’s children leading bliss less childhood? …… similar are the questions alarming my young parents mind. Are we really leading a healthy lifestyle in this so called modern world with filled with modern gadgets, technology and applications? I am afraid to say that neither we nor our children are safe in this world with sophisticated world. We have shrinking our relations, communication and social relationship by using Internet and social networking. More than adults it is the children below eighteen years were are addicted to internet and social networking and have victims too. Researches conducted through out the world have shown that last year one in four children was sent pictures of people who were naked or having sex. More alarming is that more than 725,000 children have been "insiste

Sri Andal is believed to be the embodiment incarnation of Sri Bhooma devi the Celestial Companion of Sriman Narayana-The one and only Supreme mighty. It is also believed that she took birth on this earth to free human beings from suffering and worldly bondage. She composed and sang thirty sweet songs containing the fundamental principles of Sanatana Dharma of Sri Vaishnava. This was sung in the month of Margazhi. In Bhagavat Gita Lord Krishna says "… I am Margazhi among 12th months…" When the sun enters from one rasi to the next rasi it is celebrated as Sankranthi. This month is dedicated to the worship of deities. It starts normally on December 15-16 every year and ends on Jan13-14. This year it started on December 16, 2013, and end on January 13, 2014. It is again believed that human one earth year is considered as one day for Devas. So, this month in Deva Loka is considered morning time and it is Brahma muhurta for the Devas. Generally, morning time is apt

All of us for sure have enjoyed playing with cooking set or kitchen set. My mother use to get me the kitchen set sold at Siddharoda math fair in Hubli. Those were made up of clay and could easy break if not handled well. I use to wait for the fair,the Jathara during Shiva Rathri , so that my mother got me a new set for that year. I also carefully preserved the previous years set, as I wanted to have more utensils, as much as my mother had in her kitchen. During our childhood, we faced lots of water scarcity problem, and my mother and brothers used to fetch water and filled the tank and drinking water drums. I was asked to stay at home and play with my toys and kitchen set. COOOL! I played with my friends for hours together. Least bothered about any household problems. It was all mainly handled by my mother and my brothers helped her too. Later, I did notice the clay sets being replaced with aluminum and steel. They were pretty expensive and I did not trouble my mother t

Life is not a strait road, Neither a pleasant abode, Its topsy - turvy curve make, The journey of life agreeable. I encountered three brave, bold and beautiful women, Women of courage, discreet, and power within, All underwent the rigorous test of life, Living and digesting it like meek docile wives, Withstanding the harsh abuses from family and friends, And ‘MAN’ just tagged as a label at their name end. Who taught them to be brave? To be bold? To be confident and overcome the challenges of life by challenging the life? It is the inner self of these women, The inner peaceful resting soul, arising in a raised voice, It is the inner positive force gushing out to face the challenges, To welcome, face up to, to stand with upright shoulder, Like a fearless soldier, Let all the pain be felt, smelt, and breathed I alone can do it ‘I can do it’. No more tides of sorrows would wash off my feet, I ascend higher and higher with every beat, Lowering my st

On the seashore with a teacher by his side, He observed the flight of a bird, Suddenly he understood the dynamics of the flight, And a thought eveoked. I will one day have something to do with flights, And his teacher assured he would, He went on to become a remarkable scientist, Th world, had but to acknowledge, I attribute my success to my tecaher... to my dear teacher, he hold. On that eventful midninght, Huddled with his friends at school, He listened to the commentary on the radio, The British flag was lowered and the Indian flag hoisted, in the Red Fort. The morning paper flashed two photos, One of the position of power, the other of a barefoot Mahatma, Engossed in removing th epain of people Deep within, an understanding dawned, of nobility of life and leadership. To him I attribute my life's statement, as the purpose of my life unfolds. On a dark night, a teary eyed boy, Reprimanded by his father for accepting a gift, Took splace in a mother's bosom, And as she gently s