Hi.. I am Satyanarayana Ponnaluri..born on 9th August 1951 in a small town called Ponnur in Guntur district in Andhra pradesh, India. I am a post graduate in public administration, having finished my PG diploma in Industrial Relations and Personnel Management in Bharatiya Vidyabhavan. I have joined Andhra Pradesh State Road Transport Corporation on 12th August 1971 in my 21st year in class III cadre and retired on 31st of August 2009 as Depot Manager having served the organisation in various capacities for 38 years, the longest service which very few could accomplish..
About my personal life, I am married in 1977 and blessed with one son and daughter, through whom I got four grand children..two grandsons (my son's sons) two granddaughters(my daughter's daughters). I am currently located at Sullurpet a small town in Nellore dist (AP) residing with my son and my daughter is residing in Toronto,Canada in North America.
My experiences are varied and many an occasion I thought I should share my experiences and thoughts with people ...... perhaps they may be useful to them ...
CHILDHOOD EXPERIENCES:
I remember my childhood from Bapatla, age around five years..to my memory, my education started there only. My father was a post master, at Railpet post office..office and house together, it is a general pratice, then in villages and small towns. In our colony, there is one primary school..we used to call 'Avataram scholl' the head master's name was Avataram. It was complex with both school, head-master's home and his cattle-shed. We used to co-exist with buffaloes. Perhaps, the cattle might have been fortunate enough to hear the lessons along with us. I remember the buffaloes some times walk through and crush our slates.. I also remember, during Dhanurmasam, ie in December month, there used to be early morning bhajan and pooja, where in we anxiously waited for prasadam daily. All our brothers used to go there early morning ..
I quite remember one adventure I made resulting in fracture to my leg. One day, I observed my second brother going out in bazar, I followed him silently without his knowing. After some time, one cyclist came across on the road. I was confused and the cyclist was also confused. I went to the road side, where the cyclist also came in confusion and my leg came under the cycle wheel. I felt numbness in my leg and could not move. The cyclist dropped me at our home and went away. My father took me to Vetapalem, a nearby small town where the orthopaedic quacks called Rajus used to bind the fractured parts with bamboo sticks using some pasaru. I used to feel horrible pain when he bound the fractured leg with those sticks. My father used to purchase me one anna's kharjooram to keep me silent. Ofcourse, after 15 days or 20 days, the wound healed and my leg became normal. From that day onwards our elders kept an eye on me not to let me go outside.
About my personal life, I am married in 1977 and blessed with one son and daughter, through whom I got four grand children..two grandsons (my son's sons) two granddaughters(my daughter's daughters). I am currently located at Sullurpet a small town in Nellore dist (AP) residing with my son and my daughter is residing in Toronto,Canada in North America.
My experiences are varied and many an occasion I thought I should share my experiences and thoughts with people ...... perhaps they may be useful to them ...
CHILDHOOD EXPERIENCES:
I remember my childhood from Bapatla, age around five years..to my memory, my education started there only. My father was a post master, at Railpet post office..office and house together, it is a general pratice, then in villages and small towns. In our colony, there is one primary school..we used to call 'Avataram scholl' the head master's name was Avataram. It was complex with both school, head-master's home and his cattle-shed. We used to co-exist with buffaloes. Perhaps, the cattle might have been fortunate enough to hear the lessons along with us. I remember the buffaloes some times walk through and crush our slates.. I also remember, during Dhanurmasam, ie in December month, there used to be early morning bhajan and pooja, where in we anxiously waited for prasadam daily. All our brothers used to go there early morning ..
I quite remember one adventure I made resulting in fracture to my leg. One day, I observed my second brother going out in bazar, I followed him silently without his knowing. After some time, one cyclist came across on the road. I was confused and the cyclist was also confused. I went to the road side, where the cyclist also came in confusion and my leg came under the cycle wheel. I felt numbness in my leg and could not move. The cyclist dropped me at our home and went away. My father took me to Vetapalem, a nearby small town where the orthopaedic quacks called Rajus used to bind the fractured parts with bamboo sticks using some pasaru. I used to feel horrible pain when he bound the fractured leg with those sticks. My father used to purchase me one anna's kharjooram to keep me silent. Ofcourse, after 15 days or 20 days, the wound healed and my leg became normal. From that day onwards our elders kept an eye on me not to let me go outside.
