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Jun 21, 2009

Jola/Laali Paatalu - 3

Yet another collection of songs after a lot of search :)... the LO by the way is sleeping without my singing to her but still that phase might return and I should be ready with my arms and ammunition to deal with the situation.. what say???

Movie: Pinni by P. Susheela

Bangaaru praayamide pavalinchave talli..
Ee vayasu daatite.. niduredi malli...
Bangaaru praayamide pavalinchave talli... paapaayi...

Ayidella vayasulo aadukovali...
Badilona telugu paata paadukovaali...
Padellu raagaane paathala baruvu...
Chaduvulo ninduga munigipoyevu...

Eedu raagane.. todu kavali...
Kanu terachi kammaga kalalu kaanchali..
Kori valachina vaadu.. cheraboyinacho...
Tandri kaadante.. tanaku niduredi...

Movie: Manorama by P.Suseela.

Chandamama raave.. jaabilli raave
Kondekki raave.. gogu poolu teve !!Chandamaama!!

Vendiginnelo vedi buvva teve
Paidi ginnelo paala buvva teve
Andala paapaku andinchi pove !!Chandamaama!!

Tella mabbula teru meeda raave
Paala vennela paanakalu teve
Andaala paapaku andinchi pove !!Chandamaama!!

Movie: Chitti chellelu by P.Suseela.

Andaala pasipapa.. andariki kanupaapa.. bajjoraa, bujjayi Kadhalenno chebutale... kalalanni neevele !!andaala!!

Me naanna vastunnaru.. ememo testunnaaru, vamsam nilipe tolikaanpuvani gaarabale kuripincheru... !!andaala!!

Ma iddari muddula raja.. na madilo poochina rojaa..
Intai andai ento chadivi.. nevannita naannanu minchali.. !!andaala!!

Alludavani me maavayya pillanu gani neekistadu..
Ravvala vanti ne pillalanu avvanu nenai adistaanu... !!andaala!!

Movie: AA gale Lagja by Kishore Kumar
Tera mujhse Hai Pehle Ka Naata Koi
Yoonhi Nahin Dil Lubhaata Koi
Mera Tujhse Hai Pehle Ka Naata Koi
Yoonhi Nahin Dil Lubhaata Koi

Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na
Maane Tu Ya Maane Na
Tera mujhse Hai Pehle Ka Naata Koi
Yoonhi Nahin Dil Lubhaata Koi

Dhuaan Dhuaan Tha Vo Samaan
Yahan Vahaan Jaane Kahaan
Tu Aur Main Kahin Milay Thay Pehle
Dekha Tujhe To Dil Ne Kaha !!Jaane!!

Tu Bhi Rahee Mere Liye
Main Bhi Rahaa Tere Liye
Pehle Bhi Main Tujhko Baahon Mein Leke
Jhooma Kiya Aur Jhooma Kiya

Tera mujhse Hai Pehle Ka Naata Koi
Yoonhi Nahin Dil Lubhaata Koi
Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na
Maane Tu Ya Maane Na

Dekho Abhi Khona Nahin
Kabhi Juda Hona Nahin
Ab Khel Mein Yoohin Rahenge Hum Dono
Vaada Raha Ye Is Shaam Ka !!Tera!!

Movie: Yaarana by Kishore Kumar

Chookar Mere Man Ko.. Kiya Toone Kya Ishaara
Badlaa Yeh Mausam Lage Pyaara Jag Saara !!Chookar!!

Tu Jo Kahe Jeevan Bhar Tere Liye Mein Gaoon
Geet Tere Bolon Pe Likhta Chala Jaoon
Mere Geeton Mein Tujhe Dhoonde Jag Saara !!chookar!!

Aaja Tera Aanchal Yeh Pyaar Se Mein Bhardoon
Khushiyaan Jahan Bhar Ki Tujhko Nazar Kardoon
Tu Hi Mera Jeevan Tu Hi Jeene Ka Sahaara !!chookar!!

Movie: Nindu Hrudayalu by P.Suseela.

Raamalaali meghasymalaali... saamaa, rasa, nayana dasaradha tanaya lali...

Villu pattina ramanna.. venna tinna gopanna..
Ninnu valache kanne odilo.. nidura kosam cherava..
Odigi... odigi... chuseva !!raama!!

Dora praayapu dorapaapa.. ora choopula kanupaapa..
Kanupaapa... chilipi jabili chupe na madi...
Kaluva vennele muriseno.. cheliki lolona yemaino.... !!raama!!

This one is actually Atta vadi puvvu vale mettanamma... but i like to sing it as amma vadi

Movie: Todu Needa by P.Suseela

Amma vodi puvvu vale mattanamma.. aadamarachi haayiga aadukomma..
Aadukuni aadukuni alasipotiva.. alupu teera bajjo maa andalabomma !!amma!!

Ammalu kannullu tammi poovullu
tammi poovulu pooyu pandu vennellu..
Aa vennelanu mooseti panneeti jallu
kanneeru raneeku velugu vetajallu.. !!amma!!

Kanipinche devullu.. kammani paapallu...
Kanipenche talliki kannula jyothullu.. veyyali paapayi, tappatadugullu.. cheyyaali aa paina goppa chestalu

Jun 15, 2009

Dear Daughter - 2

Dear LO:

It has been 2 full months since you were born and time flies like anything. There have been so many changes in you, you have a routine now, you have moods, you are attached to me, you recognize and miss me, you play with everyone but you need me around. I love the fact that there is someone who cant stay without me but darling, I want you to be without me as well not that I feel bored being with you but because you need to be independent and brave without me and get used to staying with anyone I trust you with for a few hours at least.

We had a bumpy ride this month with your vaccinations scaring the hell out of me because of my own health issues arising out of vaccination but you braved it out with just a little cry for less than a minute with your mom bawling outside the room unable to see the needles piercing you. I am amazed at your pain tolerance my sweetheart, while the kids around you screamed their lungs out getting injected you just uttered a couple of low moans. Maybe you understood the anxiety I was going through or whatever, you were an angel throughout the day and with your amazing smiles my LO, the day that I thought would never end, waiting for any fever or pain or discomfort just ended peacefully.

You love being outdoors in the early hours and evening, looking at the sky, the green leaves, the crows, parrots, sparrows, swans and all other birds in the yard making chirping noises. You are yet to get a grip in your fingers but you have 3 friends now in your swing, dummy, kitty, and kittu to play with and as I type this as you enter 3rd month, I just hope and pray the rest of your life be as happy and blissful as it is right now and for anything to even touch you, it has to go over me first.

Love you,

Jun 13, 2009

Scary.... Eeeks!!! Pass it On!!!

I hate it so much, the negligence on doctor's part. If not the doctor and the hospital staff who do we trust with our life... please pass it along to bring awareness and I took the story from HERE.

Rashmi’s Story

My name is Rashmi B.T. I am 35 years old, married to an air force officer, Vivek, and have a four year old son, Dhruv, delivered by emergency Caeserean section in 2004. On March 4th, 2009, my life was changed unalterably. I lost a baby that I had carried inside me, completely healthy, for a full 41 weeks.

I understand that doctors are human, that mistakes happen. However, I have come to believe that what happened to me could have been prevented if the doctor and the hospital had provided the most basic level of care and expertise. What’s worse, they refuse to take steps to prevent someone else going through the same nightmare, simply because they want to protect themselves from the possibility of litigation – something I am not interested in unless it is the only way to force them to change their protocols.

The Beginning

In June 2008, Vivek and I learnt that we were expecting our second child. The pregnancy was uneventful. I was healthy and fit. Every prenatal visit and test showed that the baby was healthy and developing well. During my 35th week, I decided to consult Dr. Latha Venkataraman at The Nest, Wockhardt’s Bannerghatta Road maternity facility to see me through the rest of my pregnancy.

Despite the fact that I had already undergone a C-section, she urged me to opt for a V-BAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean Section) or in layman’s terms, a normal delivery. She brushed aside my concerns, telling me that a second C-section would be six times more risky and assuring me that a V-BAC would be less risky and almost pain-free.

My due date was estimated as 26 Feb 2009. I visited Dr. Latha on 28 Feb. She wrote on my record: “delivery will be attended by Dr. Latha/Dr. Prabha.” Since I had neither met, heard of, nor been examined by Dr. Prabha before, I was concerned. Dr. Latha explained that Dr. Prabha Ramakrishna is another consultant at Wockhardt, and that it was a hospital requirement for her to write both their names down as possible attending doctors for my labor/delivery. However, she assured me that it was just a formality, and that she would be the one to attend to me when I went into labor.

On 3 March, I visited Dr. Latha again. Since I was so far past my due date, I requested that a scan be done to check on the baby.

When I called her to read out the results of the report, she did not want to know anything other than the liquor content, though I specifically asked her if there was any other information she would require from the scan. She told me I could either wait for labor to start or choose a day to come in and have my labor induced.

The Nightmare Begins
I went into labor at 2am on 4 March, and got admitted to the hospital at 5.15am.

By 7.45 am, I was experiencing contractions less than a minute apart. Dr. Latha came and did a quick examination. I was shifted to the labor ward at 8am where I remained until 1.50p.m., under the sole care of nurse Savitha. Dr. Latha was not present at all.

A junior doctor, Dr. Shirley, was available intermittently. She spent most of the time on her cell phone, talking to her husband. She was keen to see him before he left on an 11-day vacation. A Dr. Chetna substituted for her while when she went to see her husband off.

There was no other doctor present. Dr. Prabha was called each time the fetal heart rate fell (this happened a couple of times). She was seeing outpatients and attending two other deliveries simultaneously, so she was only able to come to the labor ward to see me four times, for less than 5 minutes each time.

At 10am, I was given Syntocinon, a drug used to enhance labor; the dosage was increased at 10.45am. At 12.30, there was vaginal bleeding, and the nurse phoned Dr. Prabha, who advised her to “keep a watch”. The bleeding reduced, but I began to feel pain of increasing intensity during contractions. Dr. Shirley reappeared at 1.00 p.m., examined me vaginally and announced that I was almost fully dilated and would deliver by 1.30pm. I complained several times of excruciating pain but was told that it was normal. At 1.30pm, Dr. Prabha came in and was told by Dr. Shirley that I was fully dilated and would deliver any minute. Despite that, Dr. Prabha breezed off to visit another patient in the OPD.

I felt no urge whatsoever to push, yet was asked to do so. The stirrup on the delivery table kept breaking off – I was told that this is a recurring problem that “needed attention”. At 1.50 pm, the fetal heart rate dropped to 80 beats per minute. Dr. Prabha was called again. She checked the fetal heart rate on the CTG, explained that this was normal when the baby was passing through the birth canal, and asked me to hold my breath and push hard. I felt no sensation in my cervical area, but felt intense pain tearing my stomach apart. I felt like my baby had rolled into my stomach and could see its body pushing up against my ribcage. I was screaming, pointing at my stomach, and telling them that my stomach was hurting, and there was no urge to push. But she told me to “push, push harder”. I then heard Dr. Prabha saying “Get the OT ready”. She told my husband that she was going to attempt to deliver by forceps – if that was unsuccessful, she’d have to do a Caesarian.

The OT wasn’t on standby, wasn’t ready. I was numb with pain. They wanted me to get up and move to the operation table. I couldn’t move. They eventually slid something under my back and I pushed myself on to the OT table, as there was no transfer stretcher available. I complained of severe shoulder and chest pain. No one paid me any attention; everyone was busy preparing the OT, and the anesthetist was attempting to top up my epidural. The fetal heart rate was never monitored in the OT. Dr. Prabha unsuccessfully attempted a forceps delivery at 2.20 p.m., and then cut me open. I heard a deafening sucking sound, after which I must have passed out.
Later, I learnt that my uterus had ruptured along the scar of my previous Caeserian section. My baby was found floating in my abdomen. He had no heartbeat and he wasn’t breathing. He had been deprived of oxygen for a long time – 43 minutes. They “resuscitated” my son and put him on a ventilator.

When I opened my eyes I saw Dr. Latha leave, followed by Dr. Prabha. Dr. Shirley was suturing me while laughing and talking with another nurse. I felt reassured that my baby was okay, even though I had neither seen nor heard him.
“Don’t Worry, You Can Conceive Again”
At 3.30pm, a nurse struggled to take my BP reading; the BP apparatus wasn’t working and had to be replaced. Dr. Latha met Vivek at the NICU and told him that the baby was doing fine and had to be kept under observation. She also told him that my scar had ruptured, but said that I was okay. At 4.30 pm, my husband repeatedly begged the nurses to give me pain relief. I was then shifted to the ward.

At 9.30 pm the neonatologist told Vivek that the baby had been deprived of oxygen for over 40 minutes, possibly resulting in “some extent” of brain damage. This was the first inkling we had that something had gone wrong.

The next morning, I was given a sponge bath at 6am. I then lay unattended until 2.30 p.m., when Dr. Prabha, Dr. Latha, and Dr. Prakash (the neonatologist) saw me for the first time after the operation. Dr. Latha unceremoniously ripped the dressing off my wound without using any gel or spirit, and pronounced the wound clean.

We were told that our baby would be kept under observation for another 24 hours. Later that night Dr. Latha came in at 9.50pm. Her only words to me: “Don’t worry, you can conceive again. Your uterus is intact.”
“Do Japa and Tapa To Get Better”"
None of the consultants saw me on 6 March. That night, my milk came in, and my breasts became swollen and painful. I asked in vain for assistance. After repeatedly begging for help, I sent Dr. Latha a text message at noon on 7 March. At 4pm, a nurse told me that the doctor had instructed them to use a breast pump to relieve my pain – however, since the hospital didn’t have one, I would have to go and buy one.

Dr. Latha finally visited me at 7.30 pm. She confessed that she was unaware that there had been a 43 minute delay in performing my C-section. She also admitted that instructions delivered over the phone could never substitute for personal supervision. She said, and again I quote, “Do some pranayama, japa, and tapa to help you get better.”

Throughout my stay, nurses didn’t know what medication I had been prescribed. They kept asking me what medication I was to be given. They had to be repeatedly reminded to give me medication.

For the next 13 days, Arnav was in the NICU on a ventilator. Throughout that time, he was completely reliant on ventilator support, his eyes were dilated and non-responsive to light, and there was no sign of movement. After a week, the neonatologist asked me to express milk and said they would feed the baby with a pipe inserted from his nose to the stomach. I did this for the next six days.

On 16 March, we decided to let Arnav go. We requested that he be removed from life support.

“We Would Do Exactly The Same For The Next Patient Who Walks In”
Vivek and I wanted to learn what had gone wrong with such a healthy pregnancy. Basic reading indicated that scar rupture is a well-known risk when you attempt to deliver vaginally after a first C-section, and must therefore be monitored very closely by a doctor if attempted at all.

We met with the hospital administration and the doctors. All we wanted was an explanation. To hear the words, “I made an error in judgment”. Instead, we were met with a wall of defensiveness. Dr. Latha said that despite knowing the outcome, she would take exactly the same steps with the next patient who walked through her door.

I decided to get a second opinion. And then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. Three of Bangalore’s best-known gynaecologists (and other doctors too) categorically stated that given my age (35), the estimated weight of the baby (> 4 kilos), and the duration of gestation (>40 weeks), a vaginal birth should never have been attempted, and scar rupture was a logical, obvious outcome.

All reading I have done has backed this up. Even a layperson’s book like “What to expect when you are expecting” (pages 363-364) says that abdominal pain during a V-BAC indicates a scar rupture and outlines the procedure for safe delivery of the baby. Given that I was complaining of excruciating abdominal pain, shoulder pain and chest pain, the doctor should have known my scar was rupturing. I should never have been asked to push; it exacerbated the rupture. Nor should I have been given a drug that intensified my contractions. By Dr. Prabha’s own admission, she did not know about the rupture until she opened me up.

Several doctors have also told us that keeping Arnav on the ventilator for 13 days was an exercise in futility from the first. At no point were we told that he would never survive if taken off the ventilator – had we known that, we would never have subjected him, or ourselves to two weeks of anguish. All we were told was that he “might be” brain damaged to “some extent” but they couldn’t predict how bad it would be.

A Brick Wall of Defensiveness; Discrepancies Galore

When I attempted to engage with the hospital to ask them to change their protocol of treatment based on an unbiased review conducted with the inputs of external gynecologists, I was met with a brick wall of defensiveness. They refused to conduct a fair, transparent investigation, claiming that their internal investigation showed that they had done everything right and that losing the baby was “my destiny”. Dr. Latha went so far as to say that since I am educated, I should have been better informed about the procedure.

I don’t want to sue them for money. I just want them to change their policies and protocols so that this doesn’t happen to someone else. I have been hitting a brick wall for two months, and feel that the only way to make them pay attention is to tell my story to people.

There are many discrepancies and attempts to cover up the hospital’s inefficiency (to name a few: baby’s weight recorded as 3Kg despite the fact that he was never weighed; post-facto note of fetal heart rate as 180bpm despite the fact that the heart rate was never monitored in the OT; discharge summary says “live term baby extracted” even though Arnav had no heartbeat or respiration at birth; half-hour discrepancy between CTG trace and labor room clock). I asked questions to which I was given ludicrous answers (Eg: Our pediatrician is very experienced, so he can guess the weight of any baby just by looking at it).

We were charged approximately Rs. 2,20,000 by Wockhardt. Of this, we found over Rs. 7000 billed for things that had never been done (spinal anesthetic, an extra day of room rent, food not consumed). We subsequently found more extraneous charges, amongst them an amount billed for tests that were performed on 18 March, two days after Arnav’s death.

My Story Has Just Begun…
My uterus is still healing. My back still hurts from the trauma. And my heart aches for Arnav, the baby I will never hold.

More than that, I am filled with the fear that this will happen again. After all, Dr. Latha says she would “do exactly the same again” even though she knows the outcome. And the hospital agrees that she – and they – did everything right.

Wockhardt delivers approximately 80 babies each month. With BP machines that don’t work, a delivery room stirrup that’s falling off and that has “needed to be fixed for a while”, nurses who don’t know what medication they are supposed to administer, and one (yes ONE) OT dedicated to emergency deliveries. That OT wasn’t ready when I needed it. What guarantee do you have that it will be ready when you need it? Sure, they claim to have nine other OTs in the hospital – but if they are all as woefully unprepared as the one I was in, my story could be yours.

I want them to change their policies, and I won’t give up until they do.

Thank you for reading.

Disclaimer: We have not contacted Wockhardt for their side of the story yet, and this is Rashmi’s side.

Jun 6, 2009

Caste, Religion, Race, Discrimination!!!

Discrimination seems to be the biggest word of the current times. I hear it everywhere... discrimination based on caste, economic factors, color, race, place of origin, height, region, what not. I am sick and tired and fed up, especially the usage of the feeling "Caste." A lady was chosen the speaker for the first time in our country, yes that is one thing which needs to be recognized and appreciated but what is the need to say.. "I am happy a Dalit woman is chosen" isnt that a way of discriminating. She was chosen based on her merit and qualification and not just caste right!!

I agree there are places where untouchability still exists, there are places where caste matters a lot, but cant we begin by not talking about it in open and associating a person's name with the caste and then talk about his achievements. Let the achievement stand out, not the caste or religion.

I hated it when Chiru's BIL Allu Aravind announced the names of the contestants names along with the caste group BC/OC/FC etc., at the time of elections in the name of social justice. For God's sake social justice means taking care of all groups of people and making sure they are treated equally not selecting a few from each group and flaunting your greatness..

I had a lot of respect for this guy Ashok Gajapati Raju and also CBN and therefore it was kind of disgusting listening to them talk about caste and stuff at the time of electing the assembly speaker in AP. Tell me the person on the chair is unfit because he has some bad record or is not capable or anything else, but pointing out that CM and speaker belong to same caste and region and therefore they protest his candidacy and recruitment.. blah.. blaah.. is really sick!! Grow up!!!

Suspecting any person just because he belongs to Islam merely based on the fact that the classified terrorists happen to follow Islam too is something that is not easily digestible to me. Letting go of people who are really a threat and subjecting innocent individuals at airports and public places etc., just because of religion to endless waits, lots and lots of questions, taking them aside for special scrutiny.. it just is sick. One of the really touching movies I saw is "Aamir" and could feel the pain of each and every innocent individual subjected to discrimination and suspicion just because of the name!!!

Well, I wrote a lot of things about caste and all. After introspecting myself as to what I have done and what I would be doing about it, I can say surely that I am proud of belonging to the community I am born in, not because it is in the so-called classified higher caste but because I did not chose being born there and when I did, I need to respect and love it. I have a lot of friends from all communities, the qualification to be my friend is being genuine and not merely belonging to any particular group. When I respect myself for what I am than what I belong to or born into, I wont feel discriminated.

Jun 5, 2009

Naaku Nacchatledu... Grrrr...

There are a lot of things that happen around me that I dont like but of these a few of them have left me seething, just imagine fumes coming out of my ears and nose red, yov.. I am really angry.

Firstly, call me biased, ruthless whatever but I do not like the hulla-gulla that people make when something happens to NRIs. I just hate the rallies taken out here asking the government to take steps to bring them back or help them or whatever. There are a lot of reasons people go out of India to study, work, earn, or live there forever. Whatever the reason is, it is the individual and the family concerned who has taken the decision and not the government who asked us to flee the nation and go for greener pastures..yeah, there are instances it does send people around the globe and then I agree that it is its responsibility to check out for their well being. What I fail to understand however is people protesting and demanding government intervention and compensation and help getting the bodies or whatever. I wonder how many of them have actually paid taxes in India, how many of them do anything for the cause of our nation in general or any other person other than the immediate family in particular. I don't say everyone is like that and there are people who do a lot back home too but in general I hate all the noise that is made when someone is stuck in any part of the world. I go around the world for my own benefit, when I prosper I never look back but when i am in trouble I expect my motherland to be there for me.. this attitude is what I really really hate. I know a lot of people would be ready to pounce on me giving various arguments but then, this is what I feel, my personal feeling not intended to impose on anyone.

The latest Aussie racism against Indians makes me wonder if there is no fault of Indians and is it just that they are trying to isolate Indian nationals and beat them out of the country.. was there no provocation, was it done in blind rage, could it have been happening to a person of their own nationality too. Agreed the universities come hunting for the students and lure them and all that stuff but it is by our choice we took the bait and not to benefit their nation right!!!

What triggered my anger in the blissful world of motherhood is I was watching TV the other day and there was this scroll going on "Bharateeyula pai videesalalo konasaagutunna daadulu" and the gist of it was an Indian, Andhra guy was hit by a car and dragged to some distance. It seems a guy stole a beer case or something and this incident happened when he was trying to escape. In this case, it could have been anyone not just an Indian, I don't think the guy chose a place to steal and run away seeing an Indian outside with an intention to run him over. God, must see the OA(over action) done by the channels interviewing the kith and kin and linking it with the Aussie events and what not... sigh! will these media vultures ever change.

I do feel for what has happened.. I do consider it unfortunate that a cop has hit a car containing Indians, I do feel bad when someone beats up an Indian or kills one, but then I also think could that have happened to anyone else or is it just being an Indian the root cause. I feel for those who are unfortunate to be involved in accidents away from home but at the same time I cant forgive them for not having insurance just to save a few bucks. A coin has 2 sides, let us check them both before pouncing on the government for not doing anything. The government is yet to do a lot of things to those who are still in the motherland and way below poverty line struggling to earn livelihood or just leading a hand-to-mouth existence, so why bother it for those who move away for greener pastures.. Yes, it is its duty to protect its citizens anywhere in the world but isn't it our duty to give back something to the nation as well????

Jola/Laali Paatalu - 2

Yet another round of songs.. phew it is so difficult keeping up with demands of LO at sleep time.. she likes my voice and songs and demands for more.. it is exclusively our time at nights, lights off, cooler on, and singing start... so cashing on the opportunity to show off my vocal skills, here I go on my new finds and the current playlist..

Movie – Toorupu Sindooram
Poddu vaalipoye nidurocchey velayyene.. ooru vaadalona sadi lene ledayyene..
Alasina bondu malli sariga bajjo mari.. kalale kantoo nuvvu uyyaaloogeve !!poddu!!

Chirugaali paradaale gaalagala laade… Chevilona lolaaku jatagaa paade.. bangaru deham solutundi paapam.. challanee poota korukundi raagam.. neeve annave ne paadalantoo.. oogi toogali naa paate vintoo.. hoye !!poddu!!

Mutyaala vaadallo vennele saage, reraani taapamlo velluvaiponge
Chintalanni teerche manchu puvvu neeve.. mettagaa laali nepaadutaale
Virise hariville oorinchevela.. manase maripinchi kariginchevela.. !!poddu!!

Movie -- KshanaKshanam

Jaamuraatiri jaabilamma jolapaadana ilaa.. joru gaalilo jaaji komma jaaraneeyake kalaa.. vayaari vaalu kallalona, varaala vendi poola vaana swaraala ooyaloogu vela !!Jaamu Raatiri!!

Kuhu kuhu saraagaale sruthulugaa.. kusalama ane sneham pilavagaa
Kilakila sameepinche sadulato, prati poda padaalevo palakagaa
Kunuku raaka buttabomma gubulugundani, vanamu lechi vaddakocchi nidrapucchani !!Jaamu Raatiri!!

Manasulo bhayalananni marichipo... magatalo marolokam teruchuko
kalalato ushaa teeram vetukutoo Nidurapo nishaarani nadichipo..
chitikalona chikkabadda katika cheekati.. karigipoka tappadamma udaya kaanthiki.. !!Jaamu Raatiri!!

Movie: Naatakaala Rayudu

Neelaala kanullo melamellaga nidura raavamma raave nindaara raave
Nelavanka chaluvallu vedajallaga
Niduraa raavamma raave nemmadiga raave

Chirugaali paata paadindi jola.. paadindee jola
Chiguraaku manasu kanupaapalandu egadosenamma evevo kalalu
Kalalanni kalalenno virabooyaga.. nidura raavamma raave nemmadiga raave

Niduramma odilo origindi reyi oogindi laali
Gaganaanni choochi oka kannu doyi vinipinchamandi ennenno kadhalu
Kadha cheppi muripinchi marapinchagaa niduraa raavamma raave, nemmadiga raave

Movie: Naayakudu
Neelaala kannullo kannetti muthyaalu.. naa chitti talli ninnevaru kottaro.. evaru kottaro.. evaru kottaro..
Kanulaa neeru raaneeku.. kaanee payanam kada varaku
Kadiley kaalam aageno.. kadhagaa munduki saagenu !!Neelala!!

Movie -- Kabhi Kabhi
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai
Ki jaise tujhko banaaya gayaa hai mere liye
Ki jaise tujhko banaaya gayaa hai mere liye
Tu abse pehle sitaaron mein bas rahi thi kahin
Tu abse pehle sitaaron mein bas rahi thi kahin
Tujhe zameen pe bulaaya gaya hai mere liye
Tujhe zameen pe bulaaya gaya hai mere liye

I was wondering if it is just me doing the hunt for lullabies but looks like there are a lot of moms or dads out there who reach my site for them.. so, those of you who land up here searching for laali paatalu in google, please do delurk and let me know of any new ones which are not a part of my collection..

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