My ‘Novel’ Account of Human Possibility

By Murthy, BS

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Title:	My ‘Novel’ Account of Human Possibility
Author:	Murthy, BS
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Language:	English
Subject:	Fiction, Drama and Literature, Memoir, Autobiography, Writers, Authors, Indian writers, Novelists, Playwrights, Self-development, Coming of age, Indian Writers in English, Indian English writers, Indian novelists, Indian English novels, Literary essays, Literature, Indian literature, Human development, Human resources, Destiny, Self-help, Self-made,
Collections:	Authors Community
Historic Publication Date:	2021
Publisher:	Self Imprint

Member Page:	BS Murthy
Citation APA MLA Chicago Murthy, B. B. (2021). My ‘Novel’ Account of Human Possibility. Retrieved from http://gutenberg.cc/

Description
The self-account of an improbable literary journey of an Indian novelist, playwright, short story, non-fiction 'n articles writer, translator, a 'little' thinker and a budding philosopher in ‘Addendum to Evolution: Origins of the World by Eastern Speculative Philosophy’ that was originally published in The Examined Life On-Line Philosophy Journal, Vol. 05 Issue 18, Summer 2004.

Summary
This inspirational memoir underscores the human possibilities amidst the imponderables of life.

Excerpt
Whenever I look at my body of multi-genre work in English, the underlying human possibility intrigues me no end, and why not for my mother tongue Telugu, touted as the Italian of the East, has no linguistic connection with it whatsoever. To start with, I was born into a land-owning family in Kothalanka, a remote Indian village, of Andhra Pradesh to be precise that is after the British had folded their colonial tents from the sub-continent, but much before the rural education mechanism was geared up therein. It was thus the circumstances of my birth enabled me to escape from the tiresome chores of primary schooling till I had a nine-year fill of an unbridled childhood, embellished by village plays and enriched by grandma’s tales, made all the more appealing by her uncanny storytelling ability. Added to that, as my great great maternal grandfather happened to be a poet laureate at the court of a princeling of yore, maybe their genes together strived to infuse their muses in me their progeny.