{"id":13646,"date":"2022-07-07T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-07-07T06:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thetalentedindian.com\/?p=13646"},"modified":"2022-07-07T10:40:27","modified_gmt":"2022-07-07T05:10:27","slug":"kedarnath-singh-an-eminent-humanist-and-nature-writer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thetalentedindian.com\/kedarnath-singh-an-eminent-humanist-and-nature-writer\/","title":{"rendered":"Kedarnath Singh: An eminent humanist and nature writer"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Do you remember the last time you talked about a Bagh(Tiger) or a Neel Gaye(blue bull) or Bhediya(wolf) or Sarso k Khet(mustard field) or jungle(forest) in a way that you talk about the latest cafe in your neighbourhood or the latest movie? As a city kid, probably the only time you must have discussed about a tiger is when you read the news in the newspaper concerning the man-animal conflict. The natural elements that we talked about so much during the 90s and before have become almost equal to a myth; they seem so distant from us. I mean, don’t we go on those long weekends or trips to be with nature as if it is something that can only be found on trips or blogs of our favourite travellers. When did we become so distant from nature? All we see is concrete; all we smell is the dust? Where is the wind that refreshed the mind? Where is the smell of the farmland? The scent of the farmer’s sweat that tills the land?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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For a millennial kid raised in a city, reading writer and poet Kedarnath Singh is like breathing fresh air. He wrote poems on common man problems using natural elements surrounding us like animals, mud, rivers, water, farmland, forest, trees, clouds, afternoons, rain, honey bee, crane etc. He describes life using nature as if in every poem of his he is describing a still painting or a photograph hidden in an old novel. So simple, so static, yet so captivating, This is evident by the titles of his poems as well – Chote Sheher Ki Ek Dopahar, Bagh, Fasal, Basant, Nadi, Badal Oo, Akal me Saras, Sristi Par Pehra, etc. It feels so alive to read him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Born on 7 July 1934, in a small village Chakia in eastern Uttar Pradesh, Kedarnath Singh was a Hindi scholar who taught for more than two decades at Jawahar Lal Nehru University. Initially, he started with writing songs and then, later on, moved to poems. His first collection of poems, Abhi Bilkul Abhi, was published in 1960. His writing is a scarce combination of modernisation set in the background of village life, bringing to light many thought-proving themes through simple poetry, moving minds and emotions at the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kedarnath Singh was also an essayist, and his writings have been published in books named Mere Samay Ke Shabd<\/em>, Kalpana our chayavad <\/em>and Hindi Kavitha ke bimb vidhan. <\/em>Along with being a writer, <\/em>he was also a translator, and his books have also been translated into many languages, a testament to his wide range of readers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He has been awarded the prestigious Jnanpith award (2013) and the Sahitya Academy award (1989) for his exemplary work. Among other awards, he has also been awarded the Maithili Sharan Gupta Puraskaar, Kumaran Asan Puraskaar, Jeevan Bharathy Puraskaar, Dinkar Puraskaar, Sahitya Akademi Puraskaar and Vyas Samman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sadly Kedarnath Singh left us in 2018, but he will always be remembered as a poet who wrote on simple yet pivotal themes, and be cherished as a significant contemporary Hindi poet, writer and essayist. Check out his poems now if you are in for a good poem hunting day. To give you a cue, – start with Bagh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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