Saturday, June 13, 2026

Real-Life Learning Experiences that Touched the Heart : Vanam Jwala Narasimha Rao

 Real-Life Learning Experiences 

that Touched the Heart

Vanam Jwala Narasimha Rao

The Hans India (June 14, 2026)

{Listening to both was thoroughly enlightening and thought-provoking, combining lived experience with insights of deep academic and practical value. These recollections added a deeply human dimension to the discussion, proving that policy decisions ultimately shape flesh-and-blood lives in ways statistics cannot capture.} – Editor’s synoptic note

A recent informal evening gathering of a few like-minded friends gradually evolved into a significant milestone through conversations, reflections, and joint learning. The evening featured two fascinating, deeply human narratives described by two highly accomplished individuals: former civil servant Dr PV Ramesh and Telugu language journalist Mallepally Laxmaiah. The gathering included distinguished guests from diverse fields whose insights and contributions truly catalysed the discussion chronicles.

Listening to both chronicles was thoroughly enlightening and thought-provoking, combining lived experience with insights of deep academic and practical value.

Dr PV Ramesh captivated the audience through the sheer breadth of his experience and the candour of his reflections. A physician by education and an international development professional by practice, his remarkable journey spans nearly four decades across diverse domains, including public policy, public health, financial management, governance reform, organisational strategy, and sustainable development. Much of his service was dedicated to tribal regions, and participants listened with keen interest as he recalled being the first Sub-Collector of both Utnoor and Mulugu (Telangana) after they were constituted as separate sub-divisions.

These foundational assignments offered him a unique opportunity to engage closely with tribal communities and shape grassroots governance.

While much of the early conversation revolved around these administrative milestones, the focus seamlessly shifted to Mallepally Laxmaiah. A prominent Telugu journalist, public intellectual, and central figure in the Telangana Statehood movement, he captivated the table by sharing his own enthralling personal experiences rooted in grassroots advocacy for marginalized communities.

Among the many experiences Dr PV Ramesh shared, the most compelling was a deeply moving, real-life lesson for the next generation of civil servants. This defining moment occurred during his tenure as the historic first Sub-Collector of Mulugu, immediately after its transition into a sub-division. Serving in this role marks an IAS officer's critical first independent test, granting them vital Sub-Divisional Magistrate (SDM) powers to impact lives directly.

In this capacity, SDMs wield the authority to conduct magisterial inquests into suspicious deaths or custodial casualties. This specific incident from the very dawn of his administrative career held the gathering spellbound, rising completely above the ambient noise at the table. Ultimately, it was his delivery, marked by immense clarity, humour, and an extraordinary eye for detail, that brought the episode alive. The story itself dates back to his very first day as a 25-year-old Sub-Collector in the newly created Mulugu sub-division, fresh to the realities of public service.

Quite ironically the first day happened to be a Sunday. Having just arrived with little knowledge of the locality, he lacked both official accommodation and a clear idea of where the newly established office was located. Faced with limited options, he arranged a temporary stay in the zinc-roofed residence of a local electrical engineer. After a long journey and the initial formalities, he looked forward to some much-needed rest. However, fate had entirely different plans him.

No sooner had he settled down than a knock disrupted his rest. On opening the door, he found an urgent police constable requesting that he immediately accompany him to meet the District Superintendent of Police. Assuming it was a routine courtesy call nearby, Dr Ramesh readily agreed and stepped into the waiting vehicle. However, as the journey began and the vehicle continued to move farther and farther past the town limits, his curiosity quickly gave way to deep concern.

Driven by this concern, he repeatedly asked the accompanying personnel where they were headed. The response remained unchanged: ‘Nearby... nearby... almost there... reached, reached.’ As the journey progressed, daylight began to fade, and the surroundings gradually transformed into unfamiliar, increasingly isolated forest terrain. By the time they finally arrived at the destination, darkness had almost set in. There, he was received by the district’s top police officer, who appeared visibly relieved at his arrival.

Surrounded by a sizeable police contingent, the SP greeted him warmly and uttered words he remembers to this day: ‘Welcome, Ramesh. You are the only available Magistrate now.’

Until that moment, he had no idea why he had been brought there. The purpose soon became clear, that, he was required to conduct an inquest on a dead body, details withheld until then. Drawing upon his recent probationary legal training, Dr Ramesh politely declined, pointing out that he had been specifically instructed never to conduct an inquest after sunset.

Despite his refusal, the officer persisted, requesting that he at least view the body. Eventually, he agreed to take a look, which led to an unexpected trek through paddy fields and difficult terrain in near darkness. As fatigue set in over the considerable distance, those accompanying him literally supported him by his shoulders so that journey could continue. What happened once they finally reached the site, as Dr Ramesh himself observed with characteristic restraint, is a completely different story.

By ensuring his presence at the site, the police achieved their immediate objective, and the necessary legal formalities were eventually completed the following day. The return journey proved no less memorable. He again required physical assistance across portions of the difficult terrain before reaching the waiting vehicle. By the time he finally returned to Mulugu, it was around three o’clock in the morning. Yet, sleep had barely begun when another knock once again disturbed the silence.

Opening the door, he was astonished to find a DIG rank police officer, ranking above the district chief, waiting to invite him to breakfast as a gesture of gratitude for his timely assistance. Barely six weeks later, Dr Ramesh would be transferred as the first Sub-Collector of the newly created Utnoor sub-division following the Allampally encounter and the declaration of Adilabad as a ‘Model District.’ What began as an unexpected Sunday adventure thus became one of his earliest and most unforgettable lessons in the inherent unpredictability of public service.

Adding a touch of humour to this unforgettable lesson, Dr Ramesh revealed that a few days later, just before his transfer from Mulugu, he discovered that the destination to which he had been painstakingly led through fields and difficult terrain was not the four kilometres he was trickily made to believe, but less than a quarter of a kilometre away.

This disclosure evoked considerable amusement from the get-together, perfectly capturing the gentility of a young officer encountering the strategic realities of field administration for the very first time.

A particularly moving turn in the get-together was, when Mallepally Lakshmaiah recalled an episode that connected public policy with personal experience. 

Following Dr Ramesh’s riveting administrative account, the narrative transitioned seamlessly to Mallepally Laxmaiah, who remembered, how during Dr PV Ramesh’s tenure as Principal Secretary, Finance, he, along with another representative, had approached the Government seeking enhancement of the remuneration paid to Grama Sevakas, locally known in some areas as Neeradis or Sunkaris. Mallepally’s life work bridges grassroots activism with high-level public policy.

Lakshmaiah revealed that, Dr Ramesh processed the proposal, resulting in the monthly remuneration being doubled from Rs 3000 to Rs 6000. Recalling this decision in Dr Ramesh’s presence, Lakshmaiah became visibly reflective as he spoke about his father, whom he affectionately referred to as Ayya. His father had served as a Sunkari, following a hereditary family occupation, and had passed away nearly five decades ago. Though the remuneration in those days was a mere Rs 5 per month, he continued in the role with dedication, sustained by a sense of duty and tradition!!!

These recollections added a deeply human dimension to the discussion, proving that policy decisions ultimately shape flesh-and-blood lives in ways statistics cannot capture. They beautifully closed the loop of the evening, leaving the gathering with a profound reminder that true governance is measured not by the cold numbers in administrative files, but by its enduring impact on grassroots society. Thank you both.

హృద‌యాన్ని స్పృజించే నిజ జీవిత అనుభవాలు : వనం జ్వాలా నరసింహారావు

 హృద‌యాన్ని స్పృజించే నిజ జీవిత అనుభవాలు

వనం జ్వాలా నరసింహారావు

ప్రజాతంత్ర దినపత్రిక (జూన్ నెల 14, 2026)

         ‘డాక్టర్ పివి రమేష్ ఆర్థిక శాఖ ముఖ్య కార్యదర్శిగా ఉన్న సమయంలో, గ్రామ సేవకుల (కొన్ని ప్రాంతాల్లో వీరిని ‘నీరడులు’ లేదా ‘సుంకరీలు’ అని పిలుస్తారు) వేతనాన్ని పెంచాలని కోరుతూ తాను, మరొక  ప్రతినిధితో కలిసి ప్రభుత్వాన్ని ఎలా సంప్రదించారో లక్ష్మయ్య గుర్తుచేసుకున్నారు. క్షేత్రస్థాయి ఉద్యమ కార్యకలాపాలను ఉన్నత స్థాయి ప్రజా విధానాలతో అనుసంధానించడమే మల్లెపల్లి జీవిత లక్ష్యం.డాక్టర్ రమేష్ ఆ ప్రతిపాదనను పరిశీలించి ఆమోదించడం వల్ల, వారి నెలవారీ వేతనం రూ. 3,000 నుండి రూ. 6,000కు రెట్టింపు అయ్యిందని లక్ష్మయ్య తెలిపారు. డాక్టర్ రమేష్ సమక్షంలోనే ఈ నిర్ణయాన్ని గుర్తుచేసుకుంటూ, లక్ష్మయ్య తన తండ్రి గురించి (ఆయనను ప్రేమగా ‘అయ్య’ అని పిలుచుకునేవారు) ప్రస్తావించినప్పుడు భావోద్వేగానికి లోనయ్యారు.. ‘ – సంపాదకుడు, ప్రజాతంత్ర

          ఇటీవల కొంతమంది భావ సారూప్యతగల స్నేహితులతో జరిగిన ఒక అనధికారిక సాయంత్రపు సమావేశం, ఒక ముఖ్యమైన మైలురాయిగా నిలిచింది. ఆ సాయంత్రం, ఇద్దరు అత్యంత నిష్ణాతులైన వ్యక్తులు: మాజీ సివిల్ సర్వెంట్ డాక్టర్ పివి రమేష్ , తెలుగు భాషా పాత్రికేయుడు మల్లేపల్లి లక్ష్మయ్య, వివరించిన రెండు ఆసక్తికరమైన, లోతైన మానవీయ‌ వాస్తవ కథనాలు ప్రాధాన్య‌త సంత‌రించుకున్నాయి. ఈ సమావేశంలో వివిధ రంగాలకు చెందిన విశిష్ట అతిథులు పలువురు పాల్గొన్నారు, వారి అంతర్దృష్టులు, సహకారాలు ఈ చర్చల పరంపరకు నిజంగా ఊపునిచ్చాయి.

ఈ రెండు వాస్తవ కథనాలు ప్రత్యక్ష అనుభవాన్ని, లోతైన విద్యాపరమైన, ఆచరణాత్మక విలువలతో కూడిన అంతర్దృష్టులను క‌లిగించాయి. డాక్టర్ పివి రమేష్ విద్యాపరంగా వైద్యుడు. వృత్తిరీత్యా అంతర్జాతీయ అభివృద్ధి నిపుణుడు. ఆ విధంగా దాదాపు నాలుగు దశాబ్దాలుగా విభిన్న రంగాలలో అద్భుతమైన ప్రస్థానాన్ని కొనసాగించారు. ఆయన తన ఉద్యోగ సేవలో అధిక భాగాన్ని గిరిజన ప్రాంతాలకే అంకితం చేశారు. ఉట్నూర్, ములుగు (తెలంగాణ) జిల్లాలను ప్రత్యేక ఉపవిభాగాలుగా ఏర్పాటు చేసిన తర్వాత, ఆ రెండింటికీ తానే మొదటి సబ్-కలెక్టర్‌గా పనిచేసిన కాలాన్ని గుర్తుచేసుకున్నప్పుడు, సమావేశంలో పాల్గొన్నవారు ఎంతో ఆసక్తిగా విన్నారు.

ఈ ప్రాథమిక బాధ్యతలు, గిరిజన వర్గాలతో సన్నిహితంగా మమేకమై, క్షేత్రస్థాయి పరిపాలనను తీర్చిదిద్దడానికి ఆయనకు ఒక విశిష్టమైన అవకాశాన్ని కల్పించాయి. సమావేశ ప్రారంభంలో జరిగిన సంభాషణలో అధిక భాగం ఈ పరిపాలనా మైలురాళ్ల చుట్టూనే తిరిగినప్పటికీ, దృష్టి అప్రయత్నంగా మల్లెపల్లి లక్ష్మయ్య వైపు మళ్లింది. ప్రముఖ తెలుగు పాత్రికేయుడు, అణగారిన వర్గాల కోసం క్షేత్రస్థాయిలో చేసిన కృషి నుండి పుట్టిన తన ఉత్కంఠభరితమైన వ్యక్తిగత అనుభవాలను పంచుకుని పాల్గొన్నవారిని ఆకట్టుకున్నారు.

          డాక్టర్ పివి రమేష్ పంచుకున్న అనేక అనుభవాలు రాబోయే తరం సివిల్ సర్వెంట్లకు ఒక హృద్యమైన, వాస్తవ జీవిత పాఠాన్ని ప్ర‌భావ‌శీల‌కంగా అందించాయి. ములుగు ఉపవిభాగంగా (సబ్ డివిజన్) మారిన వెంటనే, చారిత్రాత్మకమైన మొదటి సబ్-కలెక్టర్‌గా త‌న ఉద్యోగ కాలంలో ఈ కీలకమైన ఘట్టం చోటుచేసుకుంది. ప్రజల జీవితాలపై నేరుగా ప్రభావం చూపే ముఖ్యమైన సబ్-డివిజనల్ మేజిస్ట్రేట్ అధికారాలను క‌ట్ట‌బెట్టిన ఉద్యోగ‌మ‌ది! ఈ హోదాలో, అనుమానాస్పద మరణాలు లేదా కస్టడీలో జరిగిన ప్రాణనష్టాల పై మేజిస్టీరియల్ విచారణ జరిపే అధికారం ఎస్డీఎంలకు (సబ్-డివిజనల్ మేజిస్ట్రేట్) ఉంటుంది.

రమేష్ చెప్పిన ఈ వాస్తవ కథ, ప్రజా సేవలోని వాస్తవాలకు కొత్తగా పరిచయమైన ఆయన, 25 ఏళ్ల వయసులో కొత్తగా ఏర్పడిన ములుగు సబ్-డివిజన్‌లో సబ్-కలెక్టర్‌గా బాధ్యతలు చేపట్టిన మొదటి రోజు నాటిది. ఆ మొదటి రోజు ఒక ఆదివారం. ఆ ప్రాంతం గురించి పెద్దగా అవగాహన లేకుండా అప్పుడే అక్కడికి పోస్టింగ్ ద్వారా చేరుకున్న ఆయనకు, అధికారిక వసతి గానీ, కొత్తగా ఏర్పాటు చేసిన కార్యాలయం ఎక్కడ ఉందనే స్పష్టమైన ఆలోచన గానీ లేదు. పరిమిత అవకాశాలు ఉండటంతో, ఆయన ఒక స్థానిక ఎలక్ట్రికల్ ఇంజనీర్ కు చెందిన‌ రేకుల కప్పు ఉన్న ఇంట్లో తాత్కాలికంగా బస ఏర్పాటు చేసుకున్నారు.

ఆయ‌న కుదురుకోగానే, తలుపు చప్పుడు త‌న విశ్రాంతికి భంగం కలిగించింది. తలుపు తెరిచి చూడగా ఒక కానిస్టేబుల్ నిల‌బ‌డివున్నాడు. జిల్లా సూపరింటెండెంట్ ఆఫ్ పోలీస్‌ను కలవడానికి వెంటనే తనతో పాటు రావాలని కోరాడు. అది దగ్గర్లో జరిగే ఒక సాధారణ మర్యాదపూర్వకమైన పలకరింపు అనుకుని, డాక్టర్ రమేష్ వెంటనే అంగీకరించి, సిద్ధంగా ఉన్న వాహనంలోకి ఎక్కాడు. అయితే, ప్రయాణం మొదలై, వాహనం పట్టణ హద్దులు దాటి ముందుకు వెళ్తున్న కొద్దీ, ఆయ‌నలోని ఉత్సాహం, ఆందోళ‌న‌గా మారింది.

తనతో పాటు వస్తున్న సిబ్బందిని వారు ఎక్కడికి వెళ్తున్నారని పదేపదే అడిగాడు. సమాధానం మారలేదు: ‘దగ్గరలోనే… దగ్గరలోనే… దాదాపుగా చేరుకున్నాం… చేరుకున్నాం, చేరుకున్నాం.’ ప్రయాణం సాగుతున్న కొద్దీ, పగటి వెలుగు మసకబారడం ప్రారంభమైంది. పరిసరాలు క్రమంగా అపరిచితమైన, మరింత ఏకాంతమైన అటవీ ప్రాంతంగా మారిపోయాయి. వారు చివరకు గమ్యస్థానానికి చేరుకునేసరికి, దాదాపు చీకటి పడింది. అక్కడ, జిల్లా పోలీసు ఉన్నతాధికారి అతనికి స్వాగతం పలికారు. త‌న రాక ఆయనకు ఉప‌శ‌మ‌నం క‌లిగించిన‌ట్టు స్పష్టంగా క‌నిపించింది.

ఆ ఎస్పీ, అతనికి ఆప్యాయంగా స్వాగతం పలికి, ‘స్వాగతం, రమేష్. ఇప్పుడు అందుబాటులో ఉన్న ఏకైక మేజిస్ట్రేట్ మీరే,’ అన్నారు. ఈ రోజుకీ త‌న‌కు గుర్తున్న మాటలవి అన్నారు రమేష్! ఆ క్షణం వరకు, తనను అక్కడికి ఎందుకు తీసుకువచ్చారో అతనికి తెలియదు. వ‌చ్చిన త‌ర్వాత‌ ఒక మృతదేహంపై పంచ‌నామా జరపవలసి ఉందన్న విష‌యం స్ప‌ష్ట‌మైంది. దాని వివరాలు అప్పటి వరకు గోప్యంగా ఉంచారు. తన ఇటీవలి ప్రాథమిక న్యాయ శిక్షణను గుర్తు తెచ్చుకొని, డాక్టర్ రమేష్ సూర్యాస్తమయం తర్వాత ఎప్పుడూ పంచనామా విచారణ జరపవద్దని తనకు ప్రత్యేకంగా సూచించారని పేర్కొంటూ, మర్యాదపూర్వకంగా తిరస్కరించారు.

తాను నిరాకరించినప్పటికీ, ఆ అధికారి పట్టు వదలకుండా, కనీసం మృతదేహాన్ని చూడాలని అభ్యర్థించాడు. చివరికి, అతను చూడటానికి అంగీకరించ‌డంతో, అది దాదాపు చీకటిలో వరి పొలాలు, కఠినమైన భూభాగం గుండా ఊహించని ప్రయాణానికి దారితీసింది. అంత‌టి దూరం ప్ర‌యాణించ‌డంతో ఒక్క‌సారిగా అల‌స‌ట ఆవ‌రించింది. దీంతో ప‌క్క‌నున్న‌వారు భుజాలు ప‌ట్టుకొని ఆస‌రా ఇచ్చారు. ఘటనా స్థలంలో అతని ఉనికిని నిర్ధారించడం ద్వారా, పోలీసులు తమ తక్షణ లక్ష్యాన్ని సాధించారు. అవసరమైన చట్టపరమైన లాంఛనాలు మరుసటి రోజు చివరకు పూర్తయ్యాయి. తిరుగు ప్రయాణం కూడా అంతే గుర్తుండి పోయేదిగా నిలిచింది.

చివరకు ములుగుకు తిరిగి వచ్చేసరికి, తెల్లవారుజామున సుమారు మూడు గంటలైంది. అయినప్పటికీ, నిద్ర మొదలైన కొద్దిసేపటికే, నిశ్శ‌బ్దాన్ని భంగం చేస్తూ మ‌రోసారి త‌లుపు చ‌ప్పుడు!!
తలుపు తెరిచి చూడగా, జిల్లా అధికారి కంటే ఉన్నత హోదాలో ఉన్న ఒక డిఐజి స్థాయి పోలీసు అధికారి, అతను సకాలంలో అందించిన సహాయానికి కృతజ్ఞతగా అల్పాహారానికి ఆహ్వానించడానికి వేచి ఉండటం చూసి అతను ఆశ్చర్యపోయాడు. అల్లంపల్లి ఎన్‌కౌంటర్‌, ఆదిలాబాద్‌ను ‘మోడల్ డిస్ట్రిక్ట్’గా ప్రకటించిన అనంతరం, కేవలం ఆరు వారాల తర్వాత, కొత్తగా ఏర్పడిన ఉట్నూర్ సబ్-డివిజన్‌కు మొదటి సబ్-కలెక్టర్‌గా డాక్టర్ రమేష్ బదిలీ అయ్యారు.

అనుకోని ఆదివారం నాటి సాహస సంఘ‌ట‌న త‌న అత్యంత మరపురాని పాఠాలలో ఒకటిగా నిలిచింది. దీనికి హాస్యపు ఛాయలు జోడిస్తూ, డాక్టర్ రమేష్ ఒక విషయాన్ని వెల్లడించారు. అదేంటంటే, కొన్ని రోజుల తర్వాత, ములుగు నుండి తన బదిలీకి కొద్ది రోజుల ముందు, పొలాల మ‌ధ్య‌నుంచి తనను తీసుకువెళ్లిన గమ్యస్థానం, నాలుగు కిలోమీటర్లు కాదని, పావు కిలోమీటరు కన్నా తక్కువ దూరంలోనే ఉందని చెప్ప‌డంతో అక్కడున్న వారందరూ నవ్వుకున్నారు.

అదే సమావేశంలో మరొక హృదయాన్ని స్పందింప‌జేసే ఘట్టం ఏమిటంటే, మల్లెపల్లి లక్ష్మయ్య ప్రజా విధానానికి, వ్యక్తిగత అనుభవానికి మధ్య ఉన్న సంబంధాన్ని తెలిపే ఒక సంఘటనను గుర్తు చేసుకోవడం. డాక్టర్ పివి రమేష్ ఆర్థిక శాఖ ముఖ్య కార్యదర్శిగా ఉన్న సమయంలో, గ్రామ సేవకుల (కొన్ని ప్రాంతాల్లో వీరిని ‘నీరడులు’ లేదా ‘సుంకరీలు’ అని పిలుస్తారు) వేతనాన్ని పెంచాలని కోరుతూ తాను, మరొక ప్రతినిధితో కలిసి ప్రభుత్వాన్ని ఎలా సంప్రదించారో లక్ష్మయ్య గుర్తుచేసుకున్నారు. క్షేత్రస్థాయి ఉద్యమ కార్యకలాపాలను ఉన్నత స్థాయి ప్రజా విధానాలతో అనుసంధానించడమే మల్లెపల్లి జీవిత లక్ష్యం. డాక్టర్ రమేష్ ఆ ప్రతిపాదనను పరిశీలించి ఆమోదించడం వల్ల, వారి నెలవారీ వేతనం రూ. 3,000 నుండి రూ. 6,000కు రెట్టింపు అయ్యిందని లక్ష్మయ్య తెలిపారు.

డాక్టర్ రమేష్ సమక్షంలోనే ఈ నిర్ణయాన్ని గుర్తుచేసుకుంటూ, లక్ష్మయ్య తన తండ్రి గురించి (ఆయనను ప్రేమగా ‘అయ్య’ అని పిలుచుకునేవారు) ప్రస్తావించినప్పుడు భావోద్వేగానికి లోనయ్యారు. వారి కుటుంబ వృత్తిలో భాగంగా సుంకరిగా పనిచేసిన ఆయన తండ్రి దాదాపు ఐదు దశాబ్దాల క్రితం కన్నుమూశారు. ఆ రోజుల్లో నెలవారీ వేతనం కేవలం రూ. 5 మాత్రమే అయినప్పటికీ, కర్తవ్య భావన, సంప్రదాయం పట్ల ఉన్న నిబద్ధతతో ఆయన ఆ బాధ్యతను అంకితభావంతో నిర్వహించారు.

ఈ జ్ఞాపకాలు చర్చకు ఒక మానవీయ కోణాన్ని జోడించాయి. గణాంకాలు వివరించలేని రీతిలో విధానపరమైన నిర్ణయాలు నిజమైన మనుషుల జీవితాలను ఎలా ప్రభావితం చేస్తాయో ఇవి నిరూపించాయి. పరిపాలనాపరమైన ఫైళ్లలోని కేవలం సంఖ్యల ద్వారా కాకుండా, క్షేత్రస్థాయి సమాజంపై చూపే దీర్ఘకాలిక ప్రభావం ద్వారానే నిజమైన పాలనను అంచనా వేయాలనే గొప్ప సందేశాన్ని అందిస్తూ ఆ సాయంత్రం కార్యక్రమం ముగిసింది. వీరిద్ద‌రికీ ధన్యవాదాలు.

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Of Smart Cards, SIR, Makhtedars, and Shadow Kingmakers >>>>> Eighteenth Friday Evening Multilogue at Press Club : Vanam Jwala Narasimha Rao

 Of Smart Cards, SIR, Makhtedars, and Shadow Kingmakers

Eighteenth Friday Evening Multilogue at Press Club

Vanam Jwala Narasimha Rao (June Month 12, 2026)

The Eighteenth Friday Evening Gathering at Press Club Hyderabad unfolded around a set of diverse yet unexpectedly interconnected themes, making it one of the more engaging sessions in the continuing series. The conversation moved seamlessly across subjects as varied as the introduction of Smart Cards at the Press Club, the proposed Special Intensive Revision (SIR) of electoral rolls, the historical institution of Makhtedars, and the informal influence once exercised by certain individuals in shaping outcomes within institutional spaces.

Adding to the evening's ambience was a noticeable contrast from the previous gathering. In place of distracting noise from an adjoining table, there was a parallel congregation of nearly ten veteran citizens, most of them in their plus eighties, engaged in animated conversation of their own. Their presence created a backdrop of shared fellowship, subtly reinforcing the spirit of dialogue and collective reflection that has increasingly come to characterize these Friday Evenings.

The evening's conversation opened with the introduction of the subject of Smart Cards at the Hyderabad Press Club, marking a transition from the traditional identity cards that had served members for decades. From there, the discussion moved to the proposed Special Intensive Revision (SIR) of electoral rolls, scheduled to commence on June 25, 2026 as announced earlier in the day by the Telangana Chief Electoral Officer. The dialogue then turned to the historical institution of the Makhtedar, a title once associated with major landholders who held Maqta estates under the erstwhile Hyderabad State.

While the title Makhtedar has long lost its administrative significance, the subject evoked reflections on social change, shifting economic realities, and the gradual transformation of traditional structures over time. Interestingly, the conversation then moved to what one participant described as the role of an ‘Unofficial Kingmaker’ or more precisely as ‘Shadow Kingmaker’ in club institutional affairs. Recollections surfaced of a period nearly two decades ago when certain paid staff members of the Press Club were widely perceived to wield influence disproportionate to their designated responsibilities.  

One participant recalled occasions when one or two staff members, including a senior employee, openly expressed confidence in his ability to influence the electoral fortunes of contestants in Club elections. Whether such assertions reflected reality, perception, or a combination of both, the discussion revived memories of a phase when the outcomes of certain contests were believed by many to have been influenced by factors beyond the visible electoral process, at least on couple of occasions. The conversation naturally broadened into a reflection on institutional governance.

Participants observed that membership-driven organisations derive their strength from the confidence of their members and the integrity of their democratic processes. When paid staff, whose primary responsibility is to facilitate the functioning of an institution, come to be perceived as influencing leadership contests or organisational direction, the distinction between administration and governance begins to blur.

The discussion underscored the importance of maintaining clear boundaries between elected leadership and administrative support structures, so that institutional credibility remains firmly anchored in the members. This reflection emerged in an unexpected context.

Later, a steward requested some participants to produce their Press Club identity cards, not the conventional membership card, but the newly introduced Smart Card. The development generated immediate interest. Enthusiastic as ever, Saye Sekhar volunteered to collect them and returned not only with his own, but also those belonging to Amar and a few others. For several participants, it marked their first direct encounter with the Press Club's new Smart Card initiative, which soon became a subject of discussion in its own right.

As the evening progressed, and social refreshments accompanied the conversation, the newly introduced Smart Card emerged as a subject of interest. The discussion, initiated by Amar and joined by others, focused on its potential to serve as a secure and integrated membership tool for access, identification, and transactions within the Club. Participants observed that many established social and service clubs have gradually moved towards such systems.

Participants felt, they would simplify operations, reduce dependence on manual processes, and enhance institutional efficiency. The introduction of the Smart Card at the Hyderabad Press Club was viewed as a welcome step in that direction, reflecting an effort to align a five-decade-old institution with evolving practices. At the same time, it was felt that the true value of the initiative would lie not merely in possessing the card, but in the effectiveness and utility of the systems that support it.

A substantial part of the evening was devoted to the proposed Special Intensive Revision (SIR) of electoral rolls, a subject introduced and explained by Hanumanth Rao. The exercise, announced for implementation later this month, seeks to update and authenticate voter records through an extensive verification process. The discussion touched upon its legal basis, administrative objectives, and the broader questions it has generated in the public domain.

Participants noted that the exercise is intended to improve the accuracy of electoral rolls and address concerns such as duplicate or outdated entries. However, the participants also observed that, it has also attracted criticism from sections of political opinion and civil society, particularly on issues relating to implementation, documentation requirements, and the possibility of unintended exclusion. The conversation reflected the complexity of balancing electoral integrity with inclusiveness, underscoring the importance of transparency, public awareness, and effective execution in any exercise of such scale.

Then, the discussion on the Special Intensive Revision (SIR) also touched upon some of the concerns being expressed in public discourse. Participants noted that while the exercise is intended to improve the accuracy of electoral rolls through extensive field verification, questions have been raised regarding documentation requirements, the possibility of unintended exclusions, and the need to ensure that no eligible voter is disadvantaged in the process.

The conversation acknowledged both perspectives: the importance of maintaining accurate voter databases and the equally important obligation of safeguarding democratic participation through transparency, fairness, and effective implementation. More than the procedural aspects, however, it was an observation by Hanumanth Rao that added a human dimension to the discussion. Recounting a recent interaction with a friend whose name no longer appeared in the electoral rolls after multiple changes of residence over the years, he explained the steps required for restoration and re-registration.

The friend's response, however, prompted deeper reflection. He questioned what tangible loss he would suffer if his name did not figure in the voters' list and whether the effort involved was worth undertaking. The anecdote led participants to reflect on a larger concern that extends beyond electoral rolls themselves: the gradual erosion of civic engagement and the declining value many citizens attach to their vote.

In that sense, the discussion moved beyond administrative processes to the broader challenge of sustaining public participation in democratic life. It was felt that the ultimate success of exercises such as SIR would depend not only on accurate verification, but also on strengthening citizens' awareness of the significance of their electoral rights and responsibilities.

An equally engaging recollection emerged from a Door Darshan programme hosted by Hanumanth Rao nearly two decades ago, when he conducted a walk-and-talk (Vijetha) interview with Amar during the latter's tenure as Chairman of the AP Press Academy. In the course of that conversation, Amar had spoken candidly about his childhood, describing how, despite his family's ancestral association with substantial landholdings in the Warangal region, his own upbringing was rooted in the realities of a lower middle-class household.

Amar recalled periods of financial hardship and the everyday adjustments that accompanied them, including memories of sleeping on the floor wrapped in old newspapers during difficult times. The telecast, Amar reminisced, drew an unexpected reaction from a close family elder, his father’s younger brother, Devulapalli Prabhakar Rao. Taking exception to the portrayal of hardship, he reminded Amar of the family's historical standing as Makhtedars of several (9) villages and felt that the account understated that legacy.

The incident, recalled in a lighter vein, sparked a thoughtful exchange on how family memory often preserves inherited prestige, while individual experience is shaped by the circumstances of a particular generation. In that distinction lay a revealing glimpse into the social transitions that many families experienced across the decades. Recalling the episode further, Amar remarked, with characteristic candour, that he himself knew little about the villages associated with the family's Makhtedar legacy and that such memories perhaps belonged more to his grandparents' generation than to his own.

The disagreement, however, left a lasting impression. According to Amar, his uncle, the late Devulapalli Prabhakar Rao, did not speak to him for nearly four years after the telecast. The recollection carried an added historical footnote, as Prabhakar Rao later went on to serve as the first Chairman of the Official Language Commission constituted during the tenure of K. Chandrashekar Rao as Chief Minister. The anecdote also highlighted a larger social transition. Across generations, many families moved from the prestige of inherited landownership to the uncertainties of urban life.

In Amar's case, the memory of ancestral Makhtedar status coexisted with the lived experience of a modest lower middle-class upbringing. The contrast illustrated how inherited identity and personal reality do not always travel together, often reflecting the profound economic and social transformations experienced by families across the Deccan during the twentieth century. The discussion also prompted a broader reflection on the experience of many families whose fortunes changed with the passage of time.

The generation immediately preceding Amar's, like countless others across the region, witnessed the gradual decline of traditional agrarian structures and the migration of families from rural estates to expanding urban centres. In the process, inherited status often proved less enduring than changing economic realities. Landholdings became fragmented or difficult to sustain, and families accustomed to social prominence found themselves adapting to entirely new circumstances in cities that placed greater value on education, professional competence, and personal endeavour than on ancestral distinction.

Viewed in that context, Amar's recollections resonated beyond an individual life story. They reflected a larger social journey experienced by many families whose memories carried echoes of former prosperity, while their daily lives were shaped by modest means and disciplined striving. If earlier generations had inherited position, subsequent generations were often required to create opportunity anew.

The conversation recognised that such transitions, though frequently accompanied by hardship and dislocation, also produced stories of resilience, adaptation, and achievement that became defining features of post-Independence social mobility. Then, the evening's reflections acquired an additional personal touch through a recent milestone in Amar's life. Having celebrated his seventieth birthday two days earlier, on June 10, 2026, with family members, friends, and well-wishers, he recalled one among several memories that had resurfaced during the occasion.

Referring to a photograph included in a collage prepared by his daughter-in-law, he pointed to an image showing a group of journalists seated in a narrow lane outside the residence of the late NT Rama Rao, awaiting a press interaction. Among those captured in that moment from another era was A Saye Sekhar, a detail that prompted both recognition and reminiscence. The photograph served as a quiet reminder of a generation of journalists whose professional journeys have unfolded alongside many of the political and social transformations discussed during these Friday gatherings.

With veteran journalist Venugopal Kadempally joining the Friday Evening Multilogue for the first time, the eighteenth gathering brought together Amar Devulapalli, Bhandaru Srinivasa Rao, Mallepally Lakshmaiah, BS Ramakrishna, A Saye Sekhar, Hanumanth Rao, GK Murthy, Subbarao, Yazi, and myself. As conversations traversed subjects ranging from institutional change and electoral processes to social mobility, memory, and journalism, the evening once again demonstrated how seemingly unrelated themes often converge through shared experience and collective reflection.

As the circle of conversation continues to widen with each passing Friday, it is hoped that more colleagues, friends, and well-wishers will find time to join these informal exchanges. After all, the richness of a multilogue lies not merely in the subjects discussed, but in the diversity of experiences and perspectives that come together around the table.

End of the 18th Friday Meeting on June 12, 2026. 

Thursday, June 11, 2026

A quiet Six Decade Ledger of Our Standards >>>>> Monthly Grocery Bill Taught Us About Living Well : Vanam Jwala Narasimha Rao

 A quiet Six Decade Ledger 

of Our Standards

Monthly Grocery Bill 

Taught Us About Living Well

Vanam Jwala Narasimha Rao

            Our June month provision bill from a reputed grocery store in Hyderabad is little over Rs 9400, and I noticed plus or minus 15% the same amount every month. As I studied the bill containing rice, dal, flour, cooking oil, spices, coffee, ghee, cow ghee, and a few household necessities, I realized that it told a much larger story, not merely about what I and my wife eat, but about how we live. I am 78 years old, my wife 73, and have been married for 57 years. We live in Hyderabad in the apartment bought for us by my son, and despite our children have their own lives and responsibilities, we both are taken care of comfortably by them.

Looking at this grocery bill made me reflect on the economics of ageing and the simple upper middle-class habits that have helped us maintain a reasonably contented life. In addition to expenditure on provisions, we spend about Rs 1500 on vegetables. Milk remains an important part of our daily routine and costs between Rs 3500 and Rs 4000 every month. We eat out occasionally, spending another Rs 4000 to Rs 5000. A modest allowance for sweets adds about Rs 1500. Our monthly expenditure on these items would be roughly Rs 18,500 to Rs 20,000.

Looking at the grocery list, I see influence of eating habits formed over a lifetime, far more than commodities and prices. There is rice, idly rava, rice flour, dals, spices, besan, jowar flour and cooking oil. There are negligible packaged snacks, instant foods, sugary beverages or fashionable products popular in markets. Despite change in prices, shockingly, our grocery basket remained unchanged over the past 57 years. Essentials remain much the same. We continue to eat the foods we grew up with trust, and that itself is one reason we feel comfortable with our lifestyle.

One item on the bill always attracts our attention whenever I and my wife discuss household expenses, is the coffee powder. We are particular about our coffee and spend a fairly substantial amount on it each month. We never planned to switch to a cheaper brand and save a few hundred rupees. At this stage of life, I have come to believe that not every decision should be made with a calculator. The pleasure of beginning the day with a good cup of coffee shared with my wife, and of late prepared by me has a value that cannot easily be expressed in financial terms.

The same principle applies to our occasional restaurant visits. In fact, most of our meals are prepared at home. We dine out because it gives us a change of scene, an opportunity to meet friends or simply an excuse to step out together. Likewise, the small amount we spend on few favourite sweets each month has been part of our lives for decades. At seventy-five and beyond, moderation is important, but so is enjoyment. A life stripped of all pleasures in the name of efficiency can become unnecessarily austere.

We both believe in cultivation of sustainable habits. The quality of old age life often depends as much on lifestyle as on income. My wife and I are not particularly thrifty, nor are we extravagant. We spend on things that genuinely matter to us and avoid spending merely because others do. We do not go by advertisements and we do not imitate lifestyles displayed on social media. This does not mean denying our comforts. On the contrary, we believe old-age life should be enjoyed. We distinguish between genuine comforts and cluttered expenditures.

What struck me most while studying our grocery bill was how ordinary it looked. There was nothing remarkable about it. Yet perhaps that is precisely the point. Most meaningful lives are built not on extraordinary events but on ordinary routines repeated over many years. A simple breakfast, a cup of coffee, a home-cooked meal, an evening outing, a favourite sweet and a conversation with our spouse: these small pleasures accumulate quietly and become the foundation of a satisfying life.

That handwritten grocery bill that we receive for payment, therefore, became more than an account of monthly expenses. It became a reminder that a good life need not be complicated. In a world that constantly encourages us to consume more, upgrade more and desire more, there is wisdom in recognizing when we already have enough. If there is a lesson hidden in that bill, it is not about saving money. It is about living deliberately.

Financial security matters, but so does simplicity. Health matters, but so does enjoyment. Planning matters, but so does gratitude. Somewhere between austerity and extravagance lies a balanced way of living. As my wife and I move through our early and late seventies, that balance is what we continue to seek, and, most days, what we are fortunate enough to find.

There is another item that quietly occupies a similar place in our monthly budget: cow ghee. Our expenditure on cow ghee is almost equal to what we spend on coffee powder, amounting to about Rs 1600 a month. Interestingly, very little of it is used as a food ingredient. My wife spends a few hours every day engaged in prayer and devotional activities, and cow ghee is used regularly for Harathi in the kundulu. This may appear to be an avoidable expense. But it is part of a lifelong spiritual routine that brings peace, discipline and a sense of continuity.

Our milk consumption may appear somewhat high for a two-person household, but there are reasons for it. A significant portion of the milk eventually finds its way into buttermilk, which has been a regular part of our diet for many years. Hyderabad summers are long and often unforgiving, and we always found buttermilk to be one of nature's simplest and most effective refreshments. It is light, nourishing and comforting, especially in advancing age.

Bananas are a staple in our home. We consume them every day, after night meal, which of late is Idly. Over the years, bananas have remained one of the most affordable, nutritious and convenient fruits available. Unlike many modern dietary trends that come and go, both buttermilk and bananas have stood the test of time in our household, providing sustenance without fuss and reminding us that good nutrition is often found in the simplest foods.

There is one final item that does not appear explicitly in the grocery bill but nevertheless influences our monthly household expenditure. I have a modest social drinking habit, and from time to time a few close friends and visitors join me at home. The beverages themselves are only part of the story. Hospitality in our culture is rarely limited to a glass in hand. It is accompanied by snacks, fruits, home-prepared items and the general warmth of receiving guests.

Consequently, such gatherings add a little to our provision bill every month. I do not regard this as an expense in the conventional sense. Friendships become increasingly precious as one grows older. The opportunity to sit together, exchange memories, discuss current events, laugh over old stories and enjoy each other's company is one of life's understated blessings. In a world where loneliness has become a growing concern among senior citizens, maintaining friendships may be as important for well-being as maintaining a healthy diet.

Looking back, I realise that our monthly grocery bill is not merely a record of expenditure. It is a quiet ledger of our values, reflecting nourishment for the body through food, for the mind through companionship, and for the spirit through faith: proof that a good life is measured not by how much we spend, but by how meaningfully we live.

Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Unexpected Kindness of Mike and Cathy Buker (Church of God) >>>>> My 51st Birthday on an American Highway: Vanam Jwala Narasimha Rao

 Unexpected Kindness of 

Mike and Cathy Buker (Church of God)

My 51st Birthday on an American Highway

Vanam Jwala Narasimha Rao

Nearly three decades have passed since that memorable August evening, yet the images remain vivid: a birthday celebration in Cincinnati, an unexpected breakdown near Williamstown on USA Interstate 75, the anxiety of being stranded on a busy American highway, and the reassuring presence of strangers who appeared when hope was fading. America's interstate highways impressed me with their engineering, discipline and efficiency. Their design minimizes many of the risks familiar to Indian travelers, with dedicated shoulders, clearly marked exits, rest areas and strict traffic enforcement.

Yet, that evening also revealed a different side of such efficiency. On a highway where thousands of vehicles sped past, we found ourselves surprisingly alone. In a country where systems function remarkably well, human assistance may not always arrive as quickly as one expects. India, by contrast, has traditionally depended more on human interaction than on infrastructure. Although modern highways in India have improved enormously in recent years, a stranded traveller invariably finds help from fellow motorists, roadside vendors, villagers or passers-by. The assistance may be informal and unorganized, but it is often immediate and heartfelt.

This is not a comparison of superiority. Undoubtedly, America excels in systems. But India often excels in spontaneous human response. Both have strengths and limitations. My experience on Interstate 75 taught me that while efficient infrastructure can make travel safer and more comfortable, it is human compassion that gives travelers confidence during moments of uncertainty. American highways are fascinating in their scale, speed and discipline. Vehicles cruise through multiple lanes at speeds of 55 to 65 miles an hour, guided by strict traffic rules and vigilant highway patrols.

Though India's National Highways have developed rapidly in recent decades, the American Interstate system remains distinctive for its design, extensive facilities and emphasis on safety. It was on one such highway that I experienced an unforgettable lesson in human kindness nearly three decades ago. It was a memorable experience in August 1999. The American Interstate Highway System. Designed for speed, safety and efficiency. They are divided by wide medians, eliminating head-on collisions. Vehicles move in multiple lanes according to speed, and lane discipline is strictly observed.

Prominent signs remind drivers to ‘Keep Right Except to Pass,’ while seat-belt regulations and traffic laws are rigorously enforced. Unlike many highways in India at that time, American interstates were equipped with dedicated shoulders for emergencies, clearly marked exits, regular rest areas, fuel stations, restaurants, lodging facilities and medical services. A traveler could drive hundreds of miles with confidence, knowing that facilities were never too far away. Yet there was another side to this impressive system.

The highways often passed through long stretches with little roadside activity. Unlike in India, where villages, shops and fellow travelers are usually within sight and help often comes informally, an American highway can leave a stranded motorist feeling surprisingly isolated despite all its sophisticated infrastructure. It was on such a highway, Interstate 75 connecting Ohio and Kentucky, that I learned how, in moments of difficulty, human kindness can be more valuable than even the most advanced transportation system.

Despite all its impressive infrastructure, a vehicle breakdown on an American highway can be a frightening experience, as I discovered on 8 August 1999, my fifty-first birthday. My daughter Kinnera, who gave birth to my first grandson, Yashwin Koniki, celebrated the occasion at her home in Cincinnati, Ohio. My relative Gannamraju Venkateshwara Rao and his wife Shailaja, who were living in Lexington, Kentucky, for barely a year and a half, joined us to greet me. After the birthday celebrations, Gannamraju and I, and his two children, set out for Lexington to spend the weekend there. Shailaja stayed back with my daughter.

Gannamraju was driving. About halfway through the hundred-mile journey on Interstate 75, near Williamstown, our vehicle developed a mechanical problem and came to a halt. We stepped out and looked around helplessly. As vehicle after vehicle sped past, no one stopped to offer assistance or even a lift. With no immediate solution in sight, we pushed the car onto the shoulder and wondered what to do next. The roar of speeding vehicles was almost unbearable. Darkness was slowly descending, and before long the clock struck 8 PM. Our only hope was that a highway patrol vehicle might eventually come by. With no other option, we decided to walk towards the next exit.

Just then, we noticed a vehicle stop about a hundred yards behind us. Later, we learned that another motorist had alerted them that the luggage strapped to the roof of their car appeared insecure and might fall off. To us, however, their arrival seemed nothing short of providential. We approached them and asked whether they had a mobile phone so that we could inform my son-in-law in Cincinnati about our predicament. Mobile phones were not yet common by then, and they too did not have one either. Instead, to our surprise and immense relief, they offered lift to take us to the next exit.

Their car was already packed with passengers and luggage, yet Mike and Cathy Buker cheerfully rearranged themselves to accommodate us. During the journey, they told us that they believed they had been sent by Jesus Christ to help people in need. Members of the ‘Church of God’ and deeply committed to their faith, they were travelling to London, Kentucky, about fifty miles beyond Lexington. We had no words to express our gratitude. They kindly dropped us at the next exit, nearly ten miles away, enabling us to seek further assistance.

From there, we telephoned a friend in Lexington, Sreenivasa Rao, son of Jaganmohan Rao, an Indian Forest Service officer then serving the Andhra Pradesh Government. Accompanied by his wife Lavanya, he drove over and took us safely to Lexington. Thus, my fifty-first birthday came to be celebrated in three places: Cincinnati, a shoulder on Interstate 75 near Williamstown, and finally Lexington, over rotis, conversation and a celebratory drink.

What touched us even more was that Mike and Cathy Buker sent an e-mail the very next day to inquire whether we had reached our destination safely. Such concern from complete strangers was both unexpected and heartwarming. As the years turned into decades, we gradually lost contact, but the memory of their kindness never faded. Recently, while searching the internet, I came across references to Michael and Cathy Buker, a respected couple associated with Parkway Ministries Church of God in Corbin, Kentucky.

I learned that Michael Lee Buker passed away on August 6, 2023 at the age of seventy, while Cathy continues her association with the church and its community activities. Whether they are the very same Mike and Cathy Buker who came to our rescue on Interstate 75 that August evening remains impossible to establish with complete certainty. Yet the names, location and church affiliation closely match my recollection, and in my heart, I would like to believe they are indeed the same people.

If that belief is correct, this article is a small tribute to two Good Samaritans whose kindness left an impression far greater than they could ever have imagined. For them, it may have been a simple gesture, offering help to four stranded travelers on a busy highway. For us, however, it was a moment of reassurance when anxiety was giving way to helplessness. Nearly three decades have passed, but I still remember their compassion, their humility and their willingness to inconvenience themselves for complete strangers.

Roads, vehicles and journeys eventually fade into memory. What endures is the humanity we encounter along the way. Every time I recall my fifty-first birthday, I remember not the highway breakdown, but the kindness of two strangers who stopped when everyone else drove on.