Kuvempu biography in kannada language indian
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Kuppali Venkatappa Puttappa (29 Dec 1904 – 11 Nov 1994),[2] popularly
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Kuvempu – The Poet Who Redefined Kannada Literature
Born in 1904 in Chikmagalur, Karnataka, Kuvempu’s birth name is Kuppali Venkatappa Puttappa. He is regarded as one of the greatest Kannada literary masters of the twentieth century. He was a champion of social equality and extensively voiced against caste discrimination, gender inequality, and superstitions, which he believed were taking society down the wrong path.
The Early Days
Kuvempu majored in Kannada at the Maharaja College of Mysore in 1929 and later joined as an academic lecturer at the same institution. Searching for a change, he took up the post of assistant professor at Central College, Bangalore. However, after a few years, he returned to Maharaja College and became its principal. Later in his career, he also achieved the rare feat of becoming the first graduate from Mysore University to become its Vice-Chancellor. He married in 1936, at the age of 32, and had four children.
Though he entered the literary field with an English language collection of poetry called the Beginner’s Muse, he later wrote majorly in Kannada because of his belief that he must contribute more to society through his native tongue rather than a foreign language. He was also a vocal supporter of the idea that children in Karn
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On my visit to West Bengal, I went to see Tagore’s dream child, Shantiniketan and his residence at Calcutta – Jorasanko. Jorasanko houses a host of Tagore’s childhood photographs and books. Tagore’s room and the spot where he breathed his last have been meticulously maintained. In fact, you move around the house with the melodious, ‘Rabindra Sangeeth’ in the background! While strolling past Tagore’s archives, my mind moved to Kannada poet, Kuvempu’s house in Kuppalli, which has been modelled on similar lines to bring the memories of the poet laureate to life. Structurally, Jorasanko, looms like a palace when compared to the Kuppalli house. The Kuppalli house occupies a corner of a coffee estate where the song of the cuckoo and drongo can still be heard. Jorasanko, on the other hand, is on a busy street that bursts at the seams with people. The age-old trams roll right in front of Jorasanko as cycle rikshaws pass-you-by on the street. I spotted a barber on the pavement with his box of blades and scissors and a host of men waiting for their turn. I wondered if it was this surrounding that lent a touch of reality to the life of an otherwise princely poet! Tagore denounced the aristocracy, which he saw as an impediment to receiving ‘real-life’ experience, to live in villages a