NAME- Dr.(Prof.) - Pratibha Satpathy
DATAE OF BIRTH - 18-01-1945
PLACE OF BIRTH - Cuttack , Odisha. Satyabhamapur
FATHER - Dr. Chakradhar Satpathy
MOTHER - Smt. Haripriya Satpathy
EDUCATIONAL QUALIFICATION- M.A , Ph.D. in Odia language and literature .
OCCUPATION - Professor and member S. S. B. (Rtd.)
Writing poetry for more than 40 years . Recognised as a leading poet of odia language. Her poetry expresses the deep human sensibility in lucid form while attempting to explore the mystery of human relationship with man and beyond.
She was editing one leading Odia Magazine ' ISTAHAAR' for last 25 year's now edit poetry quaterly 'UDBHASA'
She has also successfully taken up literary critisism and translations. Praticipated in a number of literary con ferences and symposia at national and international level.
About Pratibha Satpathy :
Pratibha Satpathy, an influential voice in Odia Literature, had taken to creativity from early childhood.Primarily a poet,forty five books altogether have been published to her credit in Odia and in different Indian languages.The books include poetry, literary criticism, features, memoirs and translation. Pratibha received the coveted Kabeer Samman in 2015, the highest National honour for poetry for life time achievement from the Honourable President of India. She got the prestigious Central Sahitya Akademi Award for her book of poetry Tanmaya Dhuli,(The Enchanted Dust) in 2001. This book which has been translated into fifteen Indian languages depicts the transcendence of human spirit.
Her poetry echoes the voice of the marginal, exploitation of women and hope and optimism for them. Her poetry expresses the deep human sensibility in lucid form while attempting to explore the mystery of human relationship with man and beyond. Pratibha through her long poem titled Shabari based on the myth of the devotee Shabari’s wait and worship of Ramachandra, reconstructed the myth by emphasizing that it is the dream of every woman to meet a godlike man like Ramachandra and for that reason it is worth taking birth again and again.
Her poetry book Jaba Kusum Sankasham revolves around the mysticism that life offers on earth. There has been empathy for trees, animals, birds and even for insects in her poems. Her poetry is ridden with anecdotes from folk lore and mythology. Through her poems Pratibha has given adequate importance to simple rural life of the country and empathises with the rural folk who live at minimum subsistence level.
The citation she received from His Excellency the President of India on the occasion of Kabeer Samman describes her poetry as “abundance of sensitivity and picturesque weave of words”. Her book of memoirs Shaishaba ru Samsara ( From Childhood to Life) has been very popular and gained much appreciation from readers and critics for portrayal of hitherto hidden truth about women’s lives. As a professor of Odia Language and Literature Pratibha has penned several books of literary criticism and features which have been guiding the students and scholars in furthering their work on research of the language. She has successfully edited two important literary magazines in Odia titled Istahaar and Udbhas.
Her creativity has been regarded as significant contribution to modern Indian poetry by prominent authors and literary critics. Her works have been extensively translated into other Indian and foreign Languages, published in journals and books and brought her much acclaim. They have found place in many compilations of significant Indian writings and have been included in the course curriculum of various colleges and universities. Pratibha has represented Indian literature in many literary forums across the country and abroad.
For her contribution to literature, apart from receiving the national Kabeer Samman and the prestigious Sahitya Akademi Award, she has received many accolades from various literary institutions.
DROP OF MYSELF BETWEEN THE UNWRITTEN LINES…
What can be told about poetry , too , about one’s own poetry , one’s own creativity ? This relationship of mine with poetry , is a very long one . Even in childhood while playfully touching the words , inconsistently I got trapped in their mystery .. The butterflies in the banana grove , puzzled me , the fragrance of the unknown flower in the bushes , overwhelmed me for a while , or with stunned disbelief I fixed my tearful gaze on the dead child of a beggar woman . That was when I was a girl .
While my growing consciousness was imbibed with the literary and cultural sensibility of my grandfather , the renowned linguist and compiler of “the Oriya lexicon” shir Gopal Chandra praharaj , the soft humming of my mother of the lucid melancholic Oriya songs , had aroused my adolescent fascination for rhymes and rhythms . By the time I joined Revenshaw college as a first year science student , I was already regarded As a young poet by my professors and fellow students . What a wonderful Experience it was! As if I was flying in the sky! But just as the happiness of young love matures into a bundle of Sorrowful bliss , in the same way , my intense interaction with words kept reaching an unfathomable depth . An intense pain arose and from time to time got transferred into a feeling of absolute bliss . Pain and happiness embedded into each other and I set forth on the quest of my own identity in poetry .
Stretched before me , was the long and rich tradition of Odiya poetry starting from the ages of Sarala Das and the vast expanse of Oriya language with immense word-power . After that every expression became a test for me a very intricate test .A pome appeared to me as an arrow of words , ready to pierce its target . The fire of expression continued to burn inside me incessantly . Most probably poetry took birth from the artistic courage and power of that expression and reflected itself as embodiment of life ‘s endeavours .
The experience of life with all its pain , pleasure , torture and betrayals , came to me with intensity . All these together were a drop of tear between the unwritten lines of my poetry .
I do not know how far my readers were moved . Did they , in that drop of tear discover the unfulfilled pleasure of the soul ? Did they find the flashes of their own sadness or any confidence to over come that sadness ? I do not know for sure , but always I had a faith that my poetry was meant for that .
How one defines ‘faith’ in the realms of poetry ? The poet’s faith is not enough here . It has to be linked with the faith of the readers . In this process , poetry has lost much of its readership . This is because,poetry has become suggestive, sometimes an invocation sometimes made of silence. For constructing poetry out of silence and infusing life into it , often the poet has to occupy the place of the creator . A poet can’t explain in what way the chemistry of poetry is made-mixing what proportion of dream and imagination to reality . Surely , a fraction of this creative process remains out of poet's reach .While expressing my own relationship with poetry, I feel I would be sitting in front of a huge canvas hanging from the sky. I would be competing with that great artist who paints that canvas with his extraordinary brush . I feel, I would also be painting rivers,real forests,real moonlit nights.I would be choosing and discarding words at my own will.I would be giving birth to poetry that has so far remain invisible in the space and in the process,soaking my self in blood,but,getting overwhemled with the deep satisfaction of achieving the desired.
That is all dream . But the reality around is totally different ,full of violence, terror and disillusions.No poet of our time can escape this . The reality creates its own dream and from that dream is created the realm of poetry. Throught,the poetic process i have experienced,in my life,I have only tried to comprehend and assimilate this interplay of dream and reality in my own way.
For every poet ,poetry is an endless endeavour ,a Tapasya. But there is no expectation of any gain , any salvation. It is an endless process of evolution, an experience of blossoming continuously, am act of uniting oneself with the earth and its essence .
( Speech delivered at Central Sahitya Akademy Award giving function 2002 at New Delhi)
|MEMBER/JUROR OF STATE AND NATIONAL LEVEL
|SL NO||AS A||EVENTS|
|1||Elected Member||Odisha Sahitya Academi (2 tearms).|
|2||Member||National Book Trust , New Delhi (2 tearms)|
|3||Life Member||Utkal ahitya Samaj , Cuttack.|
|4||Life Member||Writers' Cooperative Bhubaneswar.|
|5||Member||Sahrudaya Sabha , New Delhi.|
|6||Member||IRRLF Selection Committee (6 tearms).|
|7||Member||U.G.C. Panel of Odia (4 tearms).|
|8||Executive Member||U.G.C. Golden Jublee Celebration Committee on
Language And Literature (Eastern zone).
|9||Juror||Prof. Emiratus Award , U.G.C. , New Delhi.|
|10||Juror||Odisha Sahitya Academi (Poetry Award , 6 tearms).|
|11||Juror||Central Sahitya Academi Award , New Delhi .|
|12||Juror||Bisuva Award , Prajatantra Prachara Samiti , Cuttack.|
|13||Juror||G.M. National Award For Poetry ,
Sambalpur University , Odisha.
|14||Juror||Sarala Award By IMFA Charitable Trust.|