Eenadu daily writes about my Holmes books.

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

A Vintage Story by Viswantha Krishnadevarayalu

This is a story from 1947
A stunning story.

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Thanks to the friend who gave me the source material.

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.

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!

Sixteen Ganapathi Kritis

Shravanam goes on!

Shodasha Ganapathi Songs

Trichur Ramachandran and Others



Let us enjoy Good Music!!

Papapunyamula-Todi-Gopalaratnam

Shravanam again!

A Fine rendition of Todi this time.

Kumari Srirangam Gopalaratnam - Vocal

Tiger tells the Truth!

Can you believe this?
Really a good story!

Read on!!

FEBEA

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.”