We were introduced to Poornachandra Tejaswi in high school, class 9, i think. The cover looked nice, with a picture of two birds. Characteristic of Kuvempu's books. Well, the son carried the same, didn't he?
They say that second generations usually cannot contribute, as much as the first generation does. Kuvempu and Poornachandra Tejaswi. The latter did prove his worth. Creating new waves that differentiated him from the rest of the crowd
I devote most of my time to indian literature just as father cherishes kannada literature. I started off with indian literature with bengali works, i guess. With respect to kannada literature i've hardly read any, except for few. Out of compulsion. Simply because, they were included in the academic syllabus.
Mrs. Renuka Gowda taught kannada in school. Moreover we had two(?) text books. Tejaswi's simple language, made me pursue his short stories. Parisarade Kathe was assigned to us. A beautiful compilation of short stories. He would materialize from thin air. Narrating his experiences. Dialogues between, a father and a kid, a master and a worker, a husband and a wife, animal and humans, all took place before me.
His style of writing was easy to savour. Unadorned with complexities, they pulled me into them. Pulled me into their pure environment.
Tejaswi sir, your works of effortless literature have filled in me, a sense happiness.....a sense of freshness in me. Something that will, i hope, remain eternal, through your words.