Vidhata Talapuna Live

Before we talk about the lyrical skills of Seetarama Sastry sir,

We should talk about the conditions when he wrote his first song for the movie Sirivennela (1986).

Before he wrote that song,

Sastry sir, you are new to the cinema or the cinema song,

there are certain rules and customs for writing movie songs,

it will take some time for you to adjust to those,

that's why, for the first song, you write in your own style.

You've heard the story in detail, right?

The lyrics should be like, as soon as they are heard, people should say 'wow, awesome lyrics.'

what objects you will choose, what language you will use...

I leave it to your discretion.

so said, the Saint of Art, Vishwanath sir.

After digesting that assurance, that story, and its soul,

the existence of the sound that permeated this whole universe

he captured it excellently in the song, Sastry sir.

'My inhalation is the Poem' as sastry sir wrote

by and by

Poetry truly became his inhalation,

and gave birth to many mesmerizing songs.

Receiving Nandi award for the first song itself, Sastry sir

after this movie, became renowned as Sirivennela.

Under Mahadevan sir's composition, this Song of Life sung by Balu sir, and Madam Suseela,

to sing to and entertain us, coming to the stage are,

the person himself who then won the Nandi for Best Singer for this song,

Balu sir, and as his partner Madam Sailaja.

subbed by: Prudhvi

Flute(original song): Hariprasad Chaurasiya

On the Creator's thought, it was born,

The Beginningless Veda called Life.

OM!.......

To the nerves of life, giving the stimulus...

The First Primordial Sound.

OM!.....

Reflected in the lake of the Eyes

the Feat of the Cosmic Form.

In the valleys of heart... echoing

the Creator's... Veena's... song...

The flow of the romantic melodious celestial river

Saama Veda's essence, this is.

The flow of the romantic melodious celestial river

Saama Veda's essence, this is.

The Life's Melody I'm singing... this song is.

As the creator, I've written, this poem...

As the veena, I've sung, this song...

On the Veena called East,

On the strings of the rising Sun's rays...

The awoken groups of birds,

on the blue stage of the Sky.

On the Veena called East,

On the strings of the rising Sun's rays...

The awoken groups of birds,

on the blue stage of the Sky.

The flow of the melody sung by their sounds,

as it become the herald for the world...

For the World Poem, this as the commentary...

As the creator, I've written, this poem...

As the veena, I've sung, this song...

Every baby born, born in its throat

is the wave called Sound of Life.

The stimulated senses manifests as

the sounds of the Heart Tabla.

Every baby born, born in its throat

is the wave called Sound of Life.

The stimulated senses manifests as

the sounds of the Heart Tabla.

The beginningless Raaga, in the Aadhi Taal

as the Endless Flow of Life...

the Play of Creation, that played...

As the creator, I've written, this poem...

As the veena, I've sung, this song...

My inhalation is the Poem.

My exhalation is the Song.