by Dr. S.S. Prabhakar Rao. Allen Tate has once observed, “Translation is for ever impossible and for ever necessary.” Down the centuries there have been unending debates about loyalty to and freedom from the original in a translation – ‘formal…
Month: December 2013
Playing Kabaddi by Viplav
Seenu woke me up early in the morning, ruining my sleep. When we live in a dormitory it is not easy to enjoy a good long sleep on Sundays. I asked him, “Why so early?” He said, “Get up, quick.…
Shadows by R. Vasundhara Devi.
There was only one scene visible all around – a hardened expanse of red soil. Some red mounds and hills lay scattered here and there. A small signboard next to one of the hills said “DOKKA SEETHAMMA’S SHELTER” in rounded…
A Primeval Song by G. R. Maharshi.
Once upon a time, there was a forest. In it, tall trees fanning the sky, brooks with music dearly hidden in their hearts, waterfalls eternally calling out to an unknown lover, birds drawing pictures with their colourful wings, flowers eavesdropping…
Dharma Chakram by Viswanatha Satyanarayana: A Review by Santwana Chimalamarri.
Dharma Chakram, the confessional biography of an iconoclast. I would call myself a novice in the realm of Vishwanatha’s literature, being only around ten novels old. Most of the ones I read belong to Purana Vaira Granthamala, the ones that…
Coral Chain by Achanta Saradadevi
It was getting dark. Far away, the sun between two hills looked like a blood red sphere; the heat was gone. (artist: Rambabu Arle) The shades of lavishly floating clouds resembled leaves, flowers and small hills, and the sun…
Structure in the stories of Achanta Saradadevi
By Nidadavolu Malathi. Achanta Saradadevi is one of those notable Telugu writers who have written only short stories and just under one hundred. Her stories are proof that not the volume but the constituent that makes a good writer. You…
A Specimen by Chandra Latha
He wasn’t in the habit of waking up early in the morning, but that day he woke up early, when the alarm clock he had set rang. That day, he had to go and collect some specimen. His professor had…
Ascent Heavenwards by Chaganti Tulasi
On that day, an awful row broke out between Poli and her husband Appala Kondayya. She rushed to the hut in high spirits. But, as soon as she stepped in, he began to spit fire. She thought that he too…