Sphoorthi Theatre

              Sri Ranganatha Rao-Bheeshmapithamaha of Karnataka Puppet world Sri Ranganatha Rao -86 years young, winner of the Sangeet Natak Academy Award (1981), Karnataka State Rajyostava Award (2016), Craft Council of India Smt. Kamaladevi Chattopadhyay Award (2017) and many more. His journey in puppetry is similar to Eklavya’s training in archery in the absence of the Guru or the teacher. He a government teacher by profession switched over to puppetry after his first meeting with Smt. Kamaladevi Chattopadhyay. That was the power of this iron lady. Smt . Kamaladevi Chattopadhyay (3 April 1903 – 29 October 1988) was an Indian Social Reformer and Freedom Fighter. It is Smt . Kamaladevi Chattopadhyay, who has been the driving force behind the Renaissance of Indian handicrafts, handlooms, and Indian theater. In India, today several cultural institutions exist because of her vision, tireless efforts and upliftment of indigenous art forms.

O' Science of stillness Filled the world with illness; With a hope to clear the darkness, In the wild midst of madness. O' Science of uncertainty! ! Uncertainty! ! You do have answers for all except one, Mislead, misguide, made mistakes done; Great Nobel Laureates to commons, Lost in your journey and forgotten; O' Science of uncertainty! ! Uncertainty! ! Application of quantum Physics, Has worsened the free lives; Hopes of inner self dies, May long live the fool not called wise; With humanitarian mind and eyes. O' Science of uncertainty! ! Uncertainty! ! The well practiced in nature is less spoken, Well spoken is less heard; Well heard is less shared, Well shared is less given; Well given is forgiven and forgotten. O' Science of uncertainty! ! Uncertainty! ! Your kindness has turned unkind, You are the business hub for mankind; You are labeled on every make, No reasons accounts to YOU when you break; Unstill you are s

My feelings of compassion and kindness towards the tribal population in general, and more specifically towards the Raj Gonds (sub-sects) of the undivided Adilabad district of Telangana State How do I say… feel pity or sorry or..or..or... In general, I am very interested in learning about the way of life, occupations, eating habits, cultural practices, and religious beliefs of aborigines. I, too, am recording it. Only pure enthusiasm and nothing else drives me to do this. I am also curious about the straightforward way of life that appears to be lived to its fullest extent with a level of contentment that we do not possess. Over the course of time, I had the opportunity to get to know a few of the Gond tribal students who attended Adilabad. My eyes were opened to new possibilities by men who were both highly energetic and creative. Well, in due time, these guys became involved in my work with puppetry, and they also created a fantastic production on "Health awareness" in

"Photography is a love affair with life" He needs sunshine, flowers, dragonflies, and the freedom to use his camera to capture the glorious pictures that are all around him in order to be happy. Just living is not enough to make Vishwanath happy. Four years ago, Sri Vishwanath Polepeddi came to Our Sacred space in Secunderabad with his camera to see my puppet presentation, "Ganesha the Elephant Headed." Sri Vishwanath garu was shooting some shots of me as I was setting up my stage. I, too, was feeling awkward and self-conscious. I moved up to him and was about to question him when he introduced himself as a photographer with a passion for his craft. Right once he started showing me images of my puppets in their theatrical environment and clicking along with it. Seeing my puppets through his lens made me laugh; they looked fantastic! After that, he sat through the entirety of the play and discussed his extensive knowledge of the many arts of the area. Due to t

Life exists in my dream world, Built beside water world; Around and around to twirl, Placed fine candle cones on curls; In my Sand Fortress! On a bright full moon day, Awaiting for my love to come and play; In my garden of flowers spread all the way, The gentle breeze of wave spray; Welcomes my love for a long stay, In my Sand Fortress!!       Table and chairs of sand, White shell  curls adore the edges of strands; Teapots brewing hot with cinnamon grind And smoky snacks made by dirtying my hand; In the middle the tall bunch of flower stands                         In my Sand Fortress!!! Dressed in a purple flower gown, The gathered flares flowed down; My silky hair tresses of brown, On either shoulder with curls on; Soft lips and rosy cheeks colouring along , In my Sand Fortress!!!! A bright moon sets in the middle of the sky,       Clear clouds pass and fly; To walk holding hands and staring eyes, To have you my love on th

My dreams of fulfillment Accomplished with resilient,  With blazing stars of brilliant Like a joyful Brazilian Oh!! My dreams… my dreams… just remained my dreams forever… Sat on a couch With a cup of ginger tea Besides my wide window Opening to a greenery patch On the onset of monsoon Listening to old classics Oh!! My dreams… my dreams...Just remained my dreams forever… At a distance,  With a bunch of flowers of my choice  My man drenched with a raincoat on Oh!! My dreams… my dreams...Just remained my dreams forever… O' My heart pondered… In a wavy white gown  I ran feeling the feel on  In the slushy zeal To hug my love O' Neil John!  Oh!! My dreams... My dreams… just remained my dreams forever… As I jumped over the puddle pool With My hands-free and very cool In the slushy slippery lush   Tumbled over a sharp tool Fell down with a gripping pain  Couldn't raise  again Oh!! My dreams... My dreams…