Category: Dasu Kesava Rao

Bade Miyan: ‘Aye rickshaw. Chalthe kya Chandrayangutta?                                                                                                 …

ADY 1362 – THE HOME WRECKER: Two-wheelers have cast a spell on me ever since I was ten. The obsession became stronger after a cousin lent me his bike for a day. Exploiting this weakness, a crafty fellow journalist palmed off his 15-year-old rickety dying Lambretta to me. While marketing its plus points to me,…

September 24, 1970, was just another Thursday, so it seemed when I returned home from work. I had hardly changed when I heard a commotion outside – people whining and screaming. I came out only to see men and women fleeing in panic for their dear lives. I could make out from the rising din…

How do you look at the historic event? Some say it is the liberation of the people from the oppressive rule of the Nizam and consequent integration into the Indian Union. Others insist it is annexation and forcible occupation of the erstwhile princely State. Three-quarters of a century later, the debate continues. Parties take the…

Dasu Kesava Rao When the NDA Government abrogated Article 370 of the Constitution and facilitated Jammu and Kashmir to become an integral part of the country, the step was widely welcomed by the people, though Congress raised a political storm over it. It is interesting to see how Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru reacted to a…

Dasu Kesava Rao This is the story of the sad end of a newspaper, representing the darkest phase of the life of its founder, Andhra Kesari Tanguturi Prakasam, whose 152nd birth anniversary falls today (August 23). Prakasam started ‘Swarajya’ to kindle and sustain patriotic spirit among the masses and to aggressively promote the cause of…

Breaking News, literally: Sensational and shocking. These are words by which some channels and web magazines swear.  There is nothing sensational or shocking about what they report. However the other day I watched news actually breaking. Yes, spokesmen of two rival parties during a live TV debate found hot words not getting them anywhere. Logic…

How we set out to Srisailam without a paisa in hand: This was in the early 90s. We planned a trip to Srisailam and my schoolmate who was the regional manager, of APSRTC, offered to help us with seats (there was no reservation for day services those days) and entrusted the job to the station…

In the early ‘50s, a young man, tall, fair, and of athletic build, used to call at our Barkatpura residence to look up Rushi, my brother, over a cup of tea. They talked about football and nothing else. I remember these meetings though I was only ten at that time. The handsome guy, I learned…

This happened a few years ago on a March afternoon. It being a holiday, we considered a short drive. ‘No temples, no relatives. Only a long drive’, insisted Gen. Next of the family knowing well our preferences. ‘OK’, we said but read on what happened. Having started late and not knowing where to go, we…