Veturi Sundararama Murthy - Death

Death

Veturi died of pneumorrhagia or Pulmonary hemorrhage (internal bleeding in lungs) at a private hospital in Hyderabad on 22 May 2010 (aged 74) at about 9:30 p.m. local time. He was admitted to the hospital two days earlier and was kept in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) there as his health was deteriorating.

His death shook the Telugu Film Industry. Directors like K. Viswanath, Raghavendra Rao, Dasari Narayana Rao, Sekhar Kammula, Gunasekhar, YVS Chowdary, R. Narayana Murthy, S. S. Rajamouli; Actors like Jamuna, Murali Mohan, Jayasudha, Chiranjeevi, Balakrishna, Mohan Babu; Producers like D. Ramanaidu, Ashwini Dutt, Allu Aravind, Nagendra Babu; Writers like Sirivennela, Tanikella Bharani, Chandrabose, Suddala Ashok Teja; Music composers like M. M. Keeravani and politicians like Chandrababu Naidu, Bandaru Dattatreya were among those who paid last respects to him. Others like Akkineni Nagarjuna, Mahesh Babu, Jr. NTR, Sumanth, expressed their condolences on Twitter.

Legendary director K. Viswanath, who introduced Veturi to the film industry, stated that "his works would please even the gods". Director Sekhar Kammula, who worked with him to deliver some critically acclaimed songs, wrote a 4 page article in the daily Sakshi describing Veturi's death as his "personal loss".

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