Thursday, November 15, 2012

My heart is crying...

Dear friends..

We are the Siberian birds. All of us are born at Ichapuram (Telukunchi village in Ichapuram mandal) and that way ichapuram became our home town. When we had strength in our wings we went to Siberian area. There we spent our child hood. Over time we grew up young and some of the young ones among us loved each other. Then came the jubilant June, and elders in our families decided to knot down the pairs. Then we all decided to come back to the home town to celebrate the ceremonies. Then we flew back to Telukunchi in last July month with lot of happy and joy... with so many hopes. Many of our young couples were married and were blessed by baby boys and girls.

At that time there happened an unexpected thing the arrival of neelam. It is a cyclone because of which we could not give food to our babies. Some of our baby's wings were broken and some of them are died (in fact killed). Our hearts broke down, all the joy and happiness disappeared. Since then we have been crying..crying and crying.. The same thing has been happening time and again over some decades in Telukunchi. Our leaders have promised us so many times to protect our community. But all those promises became writings in water. So we eagerly pray our ministers and government to kindly take necessary action to protect our community.. In addition we request them to develop Telukunchi as a tourism spot. The rest we will take care to attract the tourism.

At this time we are ready to go to Siberia with hearts filled with sorrow. But we hope all of you are going to welcome us with necessary protective actions.

..Uddavolu Khaga Bhushana Rao, Ichapuram

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Beautiful Ichapuram

Ichapuram (also known as Ichchapuram), the northern border of Andhra Pradesh state, and my home town is one of the most beautiful places in the country. ..Brings to memory the wonderful time I spent there as a child...surrounded by Bengal sea, Peerla hills, mesmerizing Bahuda river and Orissa’s beauty.
There lies a story about the name of this town. Long back since Nawab's tenure the Goddess of Ichapuram village is Sri Swechchavati Ammavaru. At that time ancestors decided to name this village as Swechchapuram. Gradually over the time period this has become Ichapuram in pronounciation

Somethings I cannot forget till date..

Karteeka maasam (October/November) celebrations at Bahuda river:
During Karteeka maasam (which is considered to be the most sacred month in telugu calendar), ...we used to start from home early in the morning at 4 AM, accompanied by cheddy baddies (friends) and neighbors, to take bath in the river. It was so exciting feeling that I remember those days of walking over the National Highway-5 reaching there to the river and jumping in along with friends. At times we used to burn crackers there on the back of the river and do some poojas. Once after enjoying the holy bath, people heads to Lord Shiva (Pataleswara) temple located on the bank of this river. This is one other place in my memories which takes hours and hours if I start narrating my experiences there.. so I am holding on to my horse now... let us listen to this little later...

Margasira maasa (November/December) celebrations on Peerla Hills:
Peerla Hills stand as a testimony to communal harmony. There is a mosque that lies atop the hill that is visited by people of all religious faiths. Almost every Thursday of Margasira month (November/December) we used to visit Peerla Hills, where celebrations happen and people bring their offerings for the almighty. During my child hood (was less than 8 years old) I used to go along with my mother and cousins. Before starting the trekking on to the hill, we used to break a coconut on the first step and then start. Once after reaching the hill top, offer the sweet packet (prasadam), take blessings of the almighty. Still I remember one funny incident (sounds funny now, but it was a horrible instance for me at that time). One fine day my brother and I went there to the hill top along with my mother and some other relatives, but while returning we both were lost and could not find my mother. We started weeping looking at each other’s faces almost for an hour. Then after, fortunately few of our relatives came back searching for us, and started laughing at our tinted faces.

This is one side of the story, there is another side of it. It is 1998, My friend Ramaraju (Doing PhD to get a Doctorate degree) were studying intermediate second year. Went to the hill top accompanied by Srinu (N Sreenu) and some others friends. Once after climbing the hill top (enjoying the beauty of the city sight-seeing), we decided to go down over the rare side of the hill where there are no stairs. We started walking, and Ramaraju (always excited), started running slowly. But the downward inertia started pushing him, and he ended up rolling like Humpty (or you can call Dumpty). Fortunately nothing much happened except for his shirt torn out. Then Srinu gave his extra Shirt (POLO shirt) that he was waring. But believe it or not the enjoyment was limitless. The breeze and the scenery are still there before my eyes...

Now there comes the story of the Bengal sea beach , Kanuma hills (Trinatha temple), Siberian Birds at Telukunchi, Tumba Forests & Water Falls, Sonpur Beach (Sunnapur), Donkuru Island and Orissa's beauty... Stay tuned to listen about it ;).. Till then enjoy the Photo Album