Arudra, a relentless researcher and poet, devoted his life to write for the ordinary people without compromising his integrity. He proved successfully that poetry in classical meter could be written in colloquial Telugu and produce valuable literature. He did not believe in academic degrees. He researched incessantly and brought valuable information on a wide variety…… Continue reading Dr. Arudra by Nidadavolu Malathi
Month: May 2013
The Thief by Devarakonda Balagangadhara Tilak
The moonlight was dim. Gopal was walking in the darkness under the trees. Clad in a knee length dhoti, a snug undershirt clinging to his chest and a small knife tucked under his waist, he felt confident and bold .He still tasted the sour country liquor on and off in his throat. He had taken…… Continue reading The Thief by Devarakonda Balagangadhara Tilak
The Letter Lasts Forever by Nidadavolu Malathi
The Telugu word for letter [alphabet] is akshamam. The literal meaning is “that which stays forever”. Due to frequent transfers in my father’s job, I could not finish high school the first time. I passed the mid-year exam and waited the next six months to attend college the following year. During that interim period, I…… Continue reading The Letter Lasts Forever by Nidadavolu Malathi
Mother Deified by R. Vasundhara Devi
I received a telegram informing me that mother was on death bed. At once, I took leave of absence from my college in Hyderabad and left for my hometown. Later however I began to wonder why I went; could not figure out why I went at all. As soon as I had received the news,…… Continue reading Mother Deified by R. Vasundhara Devi
Telugu short story from early times to 1930s by Dr. K. K. Ranganathacharyulu
(A review by Malathi).In the past nine years, well over one hundred Telugu stories have been translated and published on this site in an attempt to introduce the intellectual richness of Telugu writers to the non-Telugu readers. But for the two stories by Bhandaru Acchamamba, all of them have been written in the later half…… Continue reading Telugu short story from early times to 1930s by Dr. K. K. Ranganathacharyulu
Putting an end to the boilerplate literary history by kalpana Rentala
(See note at the end.). We have one thousand years of literary history. Up until now, there had been an effort to portray women’s literature only as a part of the mainstream history; women writers were mentioned only sporadically, one Molla or one Timmakka. Our history is a male-dominated record that has been accustomed to…… Continue reading Putting an end to the boilerplate literary history by kalpana Rentala
Women in Telugu Folklore by Dr. S. Saratjyothsna Rani
If you say, “I’ll tell you a story,” nobody is going to say “I’ll not listen.” Folktale captivates everybody’s heart. Primordial man contributed to developing the story while sharing his experiences with the people around him. He kept adding minute details to make his experiences more enchanting and thus developed the technique of storytelling. The…… Continue reading Women in Telugu Folklore by Dr. S. Saratjyothsna Rani
Pawning the Sacred Thread by Dr. Kolakaluri Enoch
The caste differences did not stop Sastry and Obilesu from becoming good friends. Sastry was a Brahmin and Obilesu an untouchable. They had been friends since their childhood. They went to the same school, and started working in the same junior college; both were confirmed in their jobs. Sastry was teaching Telugu and Obilesu teaching…… Continue reading Pawning the Sacred Thread by Dr. Kolakaluri Enoch
Lamps on a dark night by Madhurantakam Rajaram
Sivaramayya had been waiting for the city bus for the past half-an-hour in that bus stop near “Arundhati Finance Corporation”. His slippers, though well worn out, still protected his feet from the heated pavement loyally, on that swelteringly hot afternoon. However, since he did not carry any towel or an umbrella with him, his bald…… Continue reading Lamps on a dark night by Madhurantakam Rajaram
My Song by P. Sathyavathi
I checked my appearance in the mirror and felt satisfied. The sweet face that looked back at me was indeed, enticing. I was about to embark on a journey on to the other bank of the river.I was inexplicably happy that day, perhaps due to my youthful energy, or due to an imaginative mind that…… Continue reading My Song by P. Sathyavathi