Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Kandinsky after a long time.

If you notice the list on the right,  my old post about this master painter is among the top 10 popular pages.
I am really impressed the work of this artist.
I bring you a set of images here.
The three images after the first are details of the first one.


In 1921, Kandinsky was invited to go to Germany to attend the Bauhaus of Weimar by its founder, architect Walter Gropius. The Bauhaus was an art school that combined crafts and the fine arts, which in time became famous for its approach to design that it publicised and instructed. Kandinsky taught the basic design class for beginners and the course on advanced theory at the Bauhaus; he also conducted painting classes and a workshop in which he augmented his colour theory with new elements of form psychology. The development of his works on forms study, particularly on points and line forms, led to the publication of his second theoretical book, Point and Line to Plane, in 1926. Geometrical elements took on increasing importance in both his teaching and painting — particularly the circle, half-circle, the angle, straight lines and curves. This period was intensely productive. Kandinsky was to teach at the Bauhaus school of art and architecture from 1922 until the Nazis closed it in 1933.

Housed in New York’s Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, the 1929 canvas Storeys is evidently reminiscent of Paul Klee’s style of work and the two artists lived together for a time at the Bauhaus in Dessau. The composition presents a striking collection of abstract entities, occupying several floors (storeys) of a house structure, perhaps as an ironic commentary on the construction programme of the Bauhaus, the functional structuring of living space into small, identical units like the experimental Torten estate in Dessau, built with the help of industrial production methods. Though Kandinsky’s paintings may seem positive, the last years of the Dessau Bauhaus were sadly not.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Semmangudi - Shankarabharanam


Sri Semmangudi sings a rare item.
This is not one of those three versions available on Sangeethapriya, I am sure.
This concert is there with me for a long time. Though in an incomplete track.
I happened to listen to it recently.

Semmangudi - Bhaktaparayana

It is a pleasure sharing good music.
My complaints still continues.
Only a few people bother to listen to tit.
Many want to download.
May be they would listen later.
So shall it be!

Friday, September 23, 2016

Book Review

Nguyen DE Binh's memoirs, Telugu version reviewed by me.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

My Books featured in Navya

My latest books featured in Navya Weekly.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

An Everyday Occurence

Can anyone tell me who wrote this piece?
It is thought provoking.
Particularly certain parts.

AN everyday occurrence: the enduring of it a matter of everyday heroism. 

A has an important deal to conclude with B from the neighbouring village of H. 
He goes to H for the preliminary discussion, gets there and back in ten minutes each way, and at home boasts of this unusual rapidity. 

The next day he goes to H again, this time for the final settlement of the deal; since this is likely to take several hours, A sets out early in the morning; but although all the attendant circumstances, at least in A’s opinion, are exactly the same as on the previous day, this time it takes him ten hours to get to H. When he arrives there weary in the evening, he is told that B, annoyed at A’s failure to arrive, has gone across to A’s village half an hour ago, they ought to have met each other on the way. A is advised to wait, B is sure to be back soon. But A, anxious about the deal, at once sets out again and hurries home. 

This time, without particularly noticing the fact, he covers the distance in no more than an instant. At home he is informed that B had actually arrived there early in the day, even before A’s departure, indeed that he had met A on the doorstep and reminded him about the deal, but A had said he had no time just then, he had to go off at once on a matter of urgency. 

In spite of this incomprehensible behaviour on A’s part, however, B had nevertheless remained here to wait for A. It was true that he had already inquired many times whether A was not back yet, but he was still upstairs in A’s room. Happy at still being able to see B now and explain everything to him, A runs upstairs. He is almost at the top when he stumbles, strains a tendon, and, almost fainting with pain, incapable even of crying out, just whimpering there in the dark, he sees and hears how B – he is not sure whether a great distance off or just close to him – stamps down the stairs in a fury and disappears for good.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

KVNarayanaswamy - Swathy Thirunal

Shravanam with another Todi.

Listen to the melodious voice of Palghat K V Narayana Swamy.
The item is not exactly popular.

KVN - Todi - Pankajasanam

Enjoy good music!

Eenadu daily writes about my Holmes books.

Here is the review of my books as appeared in Eenadu daily.

Friday, September 16, 2016

A Vintage Story by Viswantha Krishnadevarayalu

This is a story from 1947
A stunning story.

Try to read it after enlarging the image.

Right click and open the image in a new tab.
Then you can enlarge it by clicking the + sign on it.
This is to show you the original page and the image that went with it!

Thanks to the friend who gave me the source material.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

My books reviewed in Navya Weekly

Here is a short intro of my recent books.
Sherlock Holmes series, two Novels and two volumes of his adventure stories.
Thanks to Sri Sarma Editor
and Navya for the review.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Natakuranji - Violin

Shravanam as usual!

This time it is a violin track.
I am sure the ragam is Natakuranji.
Or, am I wrong?
Then what song is this?

Help me with details.

Then who is the artist?

Natakuranji - Violin

Nearly 300 people visited the page containg 16 Ganapathi Songs.
But only 80 people to the page with the Todi song by Miss Gopalaratnam.
That is what I was referring to when I unnecessarily expressed my feelings.

Some people want a download link to the songs shared.
If you notice, there is an arrow on your right hand side of the widget.
Click it and go to the hosting page to download the song.

I have tonnes of music recordings.
I hardly listen to them.
Only because of that I keep converting tapes and sharing music.
At least I get to listen to some tracks freshly.

Honey collection is useless unless you get to eat it too!

Monday, September 5, 2016

Sixteen Ganapathi Kritis

Shravanam goes on!

Shodasha Ganapathi Songs

Trichur Ramachandran and Others

Let us enjoy Good Music!!

Sunday, September 4, 2016


Shravanam again!

A Fine rendition of Todi this time.

Kumari Srirangam Gopalaratnam - Vocal

Friday, September 2, 2016

Tiger tells the Truth!

Can you believe this?
Really a good story!

Read on!!


Febea is Nero’s panther.
Softly domestic, like an enormous royal house cat, she sprawls beside the neurotic Caesar, who caresses her with the delicate, androgynous hand of a cruel and corrupt emperor.

She yawns, and as she does, her flexible, wet tongue appears between her two rows of teeth—sharp, white teeth. She feeds on human flesh, and in the mansion of the sinister demigod of decadent Rome she is accustomed to seeing three red things at all time: roses, the imperial crimson, and blood.
One day, Nero brings into his presence Leticia, a snowy-skinned young virgin, the daughter of a Christian family. Leticia, fifteen, has the loveliest face, the most adorable little pink hands, divine azure eyes, the body of an ephebe about to be transformed into woman—worthy of a triumphant chorus of hexameters in one of Ovid’s metamorphoses.

Nero has been seized by a whim for this woman: he desires to possess her through his art, his music, and his poetry. The maiden—mute, unmoved, serene in her white chasteness—listens to the song sung by the formidable imperator, who accompanies himself on his lyre, and when he, the artist on the throne, concludes his erotic hymn (rhymed according to the rules of his great master Seneca), he sees that his captive, the virgin of his lustful whimsy, remains mute and innocent, like a lily, like a modest marble vestal.

At that, the great Caesar, filled with disdain, calls Febea and points an imperial finger at the victim of his vengeance. The powerful, proud panther stretches languidly, showing her sharp, gleaming claws, and she slowly yawns, her massive jaws gaping, and then, shaking off her stupor, her tail swings slowly, from side to side.

But then a remarkable thing occurs; the beast speaks the following words to the emperor:
“Oh, admirable and potent Emperor, thy will is that of an immortal; thy aspect is that of Jupiter; thy broad forehead is crowned with the glorious laurel—but I beg that today you allow me to inform you of two things: my fangs will never act against a woman such as this, who scatters splendors like a star; and thy verses, dactyls, and pyrrhics are truly abominable.”