Ente katha kamala suraiya biography
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Kamala Surayya
Indian poet and author (1934–2009)
"Madhavikutty" redirects here. For the 1973 film, see Madhavikutty (film).
Kamala Surayya | |
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Kamala Das (c. 1990) | |
| Born | Kamala (1934-03-31)31 March 1934 Punnayurkulam, Ponnani taluk, Malabar District, Madras Presidency, British India (present-day Thrissur district, Kerala, India) |
| Died | 31 May 2009(2009-05-31) (aged 75) Pune, Maharashtra, India |
| Resting place | Palayam Juma Masjid, Thiruvananthapuram, India |
| Pen name | Madhavikutty |
| Occupation | Poet, novelist, short story writer |
| Genre | Poetry, novel, short story, memoirs |
| Notable works | |
| Notable awards | Ezhuthachan Puraskaram, Vayalar Award, Sahitya Akademi Award, Asan World Prize, Asian Poetry Prize, Kent Award |
| Spouse | K.Madhav Das |
| Children | |
| Parents | |
Kamala Surayya (born Kamala; 31 March 1934 – 31 May 2009), popularly known by her one-time pen name Madhavikutty and married name Kamala Das, was an Indian poet in English as well as a
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[This translated chapter is from Kamala Das’ Ente Katha, which has been one of the most controversial memoirs in Malayalam. The shock waves it produced in Kerala in the 1970s are hard to describe: she was attacked by both the liberal humanists and the leftists, abused as a harlot clad in a good housewife’s garb. It has also been celebrated as some of the most beautiful writing in Malayalam of the twentieth century. Kamala Das’ memoir in English, My Story and Ente Katha are related but distinctly different texts. Decades after, however, she rejected the memoir, claiming that it was entirely fictitious, written to please her husband who wanted her to make money from her writing.
From ‘Varahan’, Ente Katha, in Madhavikkuttiyude Krithikal Sampoornam, Kottayam: DC Books, 2009, pp. 468-72 ]
I knew my husband from childhood. He is my relative. Once he lifted me up from the ground and swung me above his had as though I were a fan. I was around six
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എന്റെ കഥ | Ente Katha
I don’t keep a journal today, but I had one during my school years. And I think I was honest but only partially open. inom couldn’t fara my journal being read, could I?
And then there’s Kamala Das. A writer so blindingly honest and tydlig that you flinch when you read her book. I had read about her memoir “My Story” being banned for its explicit content but it’s only when I actually started reading the book that inom realized just how much.
Das’ memoir begins with recollections of her childhood years – the house she grew up in, her family members, the orthodox culture, and a society biased towards the British. She goes on to talk about her infatuations, her growing sense and understanding of sexuality, of marriage, and her ensuing nedstämdhet. There are lyrical passages where inom got lost in the descriptions and took me away with them, like this one.
“In Delhi, the