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Monday, April 16, 2012
Lust of Fame - Kodavatiganti Story
This is a trial in translating of a story by Sri Kodavatiganti Kutumba Rao garu.
As usual, this is atrial of a fan without considerations to rights etc.
I love the expression in his writings.
The ease with words cannot be imitated either!
Look into this short piece and you would agree!
Lust of fame
“Kamudu is not in the lust of fame” someone made a joke one day! (Kami
means a lusty one)
For one in search of fame there are many fields. Actor, cine actor, singer,
playback singer, circus clown, platform speaker, athlete (Tennis, football,
cricket player) – Kamudu never wanted to be famous in any of these fields.
Since he is a worm of magazines right since childhood, looking at some
names that appear frequently in them he used to feel jealous. In some of the
months the same name used to appear in three or four monthlies. What fame!
After ten or fifteen years, he wanted to reach that status and penanced for it.
Meanwhile he also observed the fame that the literary movements and the
progressive writers were plundering. Once he thought he has the qualifications
to write started writing. His friends started calling him a writer of the
beggars. There was a belief in him that the progress would only come out of the
On the whole none of the famous magazines ever printed his writings.
Magazines with progressive moorings printed some. His works attracted a few
communists. They started telling him what to write and how to write etc. They
mistook that his culture and the leftist culture were the same. But, he does
need the praise form such people. He believes that those who like Gurajada,
Kandukuri and Chilakamarthy are better litterateurs.
“Uncle can’t I come up as a writer?’ he asked me.
“Listen. Who would care if you write for poor people? You would get as much
name as you write as a reactionary. There may be only a few who like me. There
may be thousands who curse me. But, if you want royal patronage and an elevated
one that is the only way,” I said.
Implementing on my suggestion, Kamudu became King of Prose. He is getting
felicitated in hundreds of places. May it be so!