A hot noon in Malabar by Kamla das a woman writer

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Biography of Kamla das a woman Indian writer


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Government Lal syam shah college Manpur (cg) PPT PRESENTATION SISSON – 2024 DEPARTMENT OF ENGLISH LITERATURE TOPIC - A Hot Noon In Malabar by Kamla Das (lndian writer ) Presented By – Mr. C.R. SAHU ( Guest lecturer English)

CONTENT INTRODUCTION EARLY LIFE FEMOUS WORK CONCLUSION A HOT NOON IN MALABAR

ABOUT THE AUTHOR KAMALADAS....... Born was - 31 march 1934, punnayurkulam , ponnani tulak , Malabar District, Madras presidency, British india . Died – 31 may 2009 (aged75) pune Maharashtra india . Resting place - Palayam jumma masjid,Thiruvananthapuram , India.

INTRODUCTION ... KAMALADAS was an indian poet in english as well as an author in malayalam from kerala india . Her popularity in kerala is based chiefly on her short story autobiography.

KAMALADAS born kamala surayya ,was an indian poet and novelist. She went by pen name madhavikutty . She wrote openly about politics and equal rights for women. EARLY LIFE

Famous work Widely read columnist and wrote on diverse topic including women‘s issues, child card politics, her liberal treatment or female sexuality. Marked her as an iconoclast in popular culture of her generation. Ente Katha, my story, The descendants.

A HOT NOON IN MALABAR This is a noon for beggars with whining voices, a noon for men who come from hill with parrots in cage and fortune – cards. All stained with time, for kurava girls with eyes ,who read palm in light sing -song Voices,,,for Bangle – sellers

Who spread on the cool black floor those red and green and blue Bangles , all covered with dust of roads. For all of them,whose feet devouring rough miles grow cracks on the heels, so that when they clambered up our porch, the noise was grating, strange. This is noon For strangers Who part

The window –drapes and peer in their hot eyes Brimming with the sun ,Not A seeing thing IN shadowy rooms and turn away and look so yearningly at the brick- ledged well. This is noon for strangers with mistrust In their eyes, dark silent ones who rarely At all so that when they speak their Voices Run wild like jungle – Voices.

CONCLUSION We fine KAMALADAS, poetry is confessional. Most of the poems are expression of the suffering of her own life. We find a young child in the poetess who is craving for lover and attention which She had enjoyed IN her childhood day at her grandmothers house. We also experience her tortures and suffering as a subjugated wife in the old play house. The poetess is able to move the spirit of her readers along with making her experience alive before them.

Quote. ......🖊️ “I am sinner, I am saint . I am The beloved anD the betrayed . I have Not joys that Not yours no Aches which are Not your.

Thank you all for listening to my Presentation. .,......🖊️🖊️🙏🏻
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