Venu Gopal is one of the favorite singers of Malayalees. He is also active on social media. Now a post by him is being discussed. By post. We do not know what to do until we wake up. The same is true of love relationships. They embrace us deeply until we part. Exactly a year ago I woke up from a sleep to hear the news that was happening. The news of the demise of Pappu Chechi, who reached the shore where he could not see anything, was playing with his dream in his sleep. Years ago, when I was twelve years old, when I was singing for the first time with an orchestra on the stage at Priyadarshini Hall in Thiruvananthapuram, a fan walked up to me from the side of the stage and asked if I could sing a song for us.
There is also the first line of the song below Padmaja Girija written in beautiful handwriting on a small piece of paper. Your Majesty, I am mine. I know only four lines of trouble. MG Radha Krishnan alias Sakshal Radhakrishnan Chettan walked in front of the stage while looking at the paper and people with suspicion. My suspicion was aroused when he announced aloud that he would sing that song to Padmaja. The first stage. Singing with my cousin Baby Sujatha, the most famous singer of the time. I have rehearsed a total of six songs. A memory that sings the first four lines of the song with fear, commanding both. My aunt used to correct me that my mother was my first fan and later when I joked with her, she would always correct me.
I also witnessed the wedding of Radhakrishnan Chettan and Padmaja Chechi which took place after that song festival. Thus Padmaja becomes Radhakrishnan Chettan’s favorite dad. Chetan takes me by the hand from Akasha Vani Lalitha Sangeetha Vedi and sings the first four lines of a movie on July 84. The cycle of time was turning. My personal relationship with my family on the stage was deepening. Chechi and Chettan had decided that my presence was mandatory in all the musical events held during Radhakrishnan Chettan’s last days. I was more of a brother to them than a singer.
A handrail. Forgetting all her illnesses, Padmaja Chechi became a part of the cultural evenings in Thiruvananthapuram. In Chechi’s conversations, the only topics were movies, music and dance. When her twin sister Girija died a few months ago, Padmaja saw Chechi as a total experiment. Chechi shed tears that Venu had broken one of my wings. In recent weeks, Chechi has been posting on her social media pages reading bulb and mouth organ devices. It will be sent live on my WhatsApp. To know the exact opinion. The last post was four days before June 11. The news of this death shocks me when one night dawns. Someone else I needed this morning has slipped into eternal sleep. Padmaja Chechi, there are no tears. This pain will not go away. About the star.