Out of all those literary gaints out there, eveyone has favorites...some authors tell stories in such a wonderful manner, touch our hearts that we want to remember them forever. Even today, I do not laugh when I see someone crazily talking about the next harry potter and JK Rowling. I understand when that auto-driver stops for a small sip of coffee in a run down hotel, trying to read Mr. Ravi Belagare's Hi Bangalore newspaper. Everyone has favorite writers. and everyone worships some author or the other. In Kannda' writers, I think nobody is as fond to my heart as Mr. Purnachandratejasvi, who died recently. I was his biggest fan. I still am.... He is not my favorite because his kannada vocabulary is excepsionally good, or that he is the world's greatest writer. No, I like him because of his simple way of implying things and making me understand. I like his charecter, his life is interesting. He is an enviornamentalist, a writer, and a photographer. I think I share myself with him. We have similar interests, similar perspective about life. He has always done everything I have dreamed of doing. I have thought about leaving the city life, and moving to Malanad regoin in the future, surrounded by nature, birds, coffee plantations...I have thoght about exploring forests, dealing with animals, and ofcourse, I have thought about travelling and meeting interesting people. I have aways wanted to photograph birds. I remember when we had Mr. Purnachandratejasvi's book named Parisarada Kathe as our eight standard kannada text book. The moment the teacher started talking about the book, of Mr. Purnachandratejasvi's achivements in a drab, cold voice, someone quipped, "Is this guy still alive? You talk of him as if he is dead,"
After I finished with the Parisarada Kathe, I have moved on to read his other novel, Karvalo Kadambari, and immediately, I loved the book. You see, whoever is a nature-lover will share a bond with Mr. Purnachandratejsavi, because he is the direct representation of what lies in the heart of every nature lover. Even though I have thought, many a times, about this person, of seeing him in person, he was always that hidden picture...I had not seen even his photograph. I knew he was special, and that I respected him, and that I would like to meet him, but I had no clue how he looked like. I had to depend on my imagination to visualize my favorite author. When his photographs were on exhibition in chitrakala parishanth in Bang'lore, I nagged my mother to take me there, but it was exam time, so I could'nt go. His picture always remained incomplete...but I was convinced that Mr. PCT had a mysore connection, and if he came this way, perhaps, my grandpa could introduce us, and that I could get a nice photo of him. Mr. Purncchandratejasvi's face was incomplete in my memory...but now, it is finally complete. I saw his photo on TV, and understood how he looked like...it is complete, but a bit too late. I can never get that photograph with him now, but I can remember. I will remember him forever, not as a bearded old man, but a faceless freind who has supported me and revealed a new path for a life connected with nature. I want to follow the path he has laid out for me, and connect with nature.
No, Mr. Tejasvi, you have not left me, yet...you are alive through your books.