Senior Vanambadi poet Thenarasan |
“Like all other
Vanambadi poets, I too was writing only conventional Tamil verse before my
entry into the poetry movement. And it was no easy task to transform myself
from a conventional poet to a modern poet. I even felt that the new kind of
verse called ‘Puthu Kavithai’ written without prosodic rules was like lass
renounced of her beautiful clothes and ornaments” says the Pollachi-based
octogenarian poet.
An author of the
popular books of poems Vellai Roja and
Manvaasal,
Thenarasan’s flair
for writing verse is something inseparable from him. He has recently penned two
more books of verse Peythu Pazhakiya
Mekam (The cloud that is used to rain) and Panikaalam Mudhailya Kavithaikal - The Mist and other poems
The latter, a
bilingual work, includes the English rendering of Thenarasan’s poems by his
poetry peer Sirpi Balasubramaniam, eminent Vanambadi poet and a two- Sahitya Akademy
awardee. A few other verses in the book have been translated by one Muthukumar and
Bala, a late Vanambadi poet.
Born in an agriculture
family in the hamlet Chellappampalayam near Udumalpet, Thenarasan had his
schooling in Gandhi Kalanilayam
Higher Secondary School at Pungamuthur, where he later worked as a Tamil teacher.
Sharing his early day
interests in poetry, Thenarasan reminisces:
“My teachers
Peri.Sivanadiyan and Ki.Venkatasamy, who were also poets, ignited my passion
for poetry in my school days. When I was a budding poet, the school provided me
an opportunity to read out a poem, welcoming the Tamil scholar Ki.Aa.Pe. Visuvanatham,
when he visited our school”
Recalling his days in
the Vanambadi poetry movement, Thenarasan points out:
“We, the Vanambadis,
were radicals in poetry. We used to conduct our literary meetings as Kavi Raathiris (Nights of poetry) in Coimbatore. Though the pillars of the poetry movement
like Puviarasu, Elamurugu and Gnani discussed and debated over ideas of poetry,
I would just be an observer”
However, listening to
Thenarsan’s poem in a Kaviarangam,
the audiences cannot help complimenting his biting satire with a rousing
applause.
Parodying a modern
day love affair, Thenarasan writes a poem in the voice of an unworldly lover,
as he speaks to his lady love, a practical girl:
My dear, dear darling,
You were always practical
Only I was…
When I was planning, dear,
To bring a Kamadhenu to your back-yard
You ran away with a milk-vendor!
My dear darling
I was waiting to take you in a dream-chariot
But you eloped with him
On a rickety old bicycle!
Link to my article in The New Indian Express: http://epaper.newindianexpress.com/c/3790595
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