‘It is absurd to write in my spare time’

'It is absurd to write in my spare time'


After taking time off work, Purushottam Subedar decided to criticize prose poetry from the 1990s. But there were only books and magazines at home, except for the interest that critics had collected.

References were needed to write a comprehensive critique, but the entire country was in a bizarre position to control the corona virus. After a few months of loosening phone conversations and lockouts with friends of significant style, he has become purpose-oriented.

In his 40 years of working life, Purushottam Subedar felt uncomfortable speaking and writing everything he had in mind. Now he is in the mood to express them all with an open mind. “Besides, the idea of ​​writing literature is nonsense when I have free time from work.”

Even when he was a life insurance manager, Subedi had a lot of literature. Over four decades, he published three poetry collections (The Scent of Terror, The Lonely Winner, and Market for Dreams) and an important work. He is currently preparing to publish a book of criticism and poetry.

Subedi, who focused on reading and writing after being relieved of all insurance responsibilities last July, now wants to interact with the new generation.

He was born on 8 July 2011 in Terathum. When he started going to school, his brother Punya Prasad Subedar had become a writer. Noting that magazines, books and other works brought by Dajyu have drawn him towards literature, Subedar says, “After passing matriculation in 2027 BS, I started writing poetry in Biratnagar.”

After coming to Biratnagar, he came to Kathmandu to study higher education. After doing his MA in Economics from Tribhuvan University, Karmathlo also became Kathmandu. The Subedar is now a permanent resident of Ravi Bhavan, Santoshinagar.

Insurance, Engagement and Literature

Purushottam Subedar returned to Terathum in 2036 BS to propagate the multi-party system in the referendum. In 2038, he had also mentioned his name in the National Bank, but his name did not come up due to political smell in the interview.

In December 2039, he eventually became a branch officer of the National Insurance Institute. Then it became like any other literary work.

As far as possible, he used to attend poets’ seminars and literary conferences. He remembers that he took two or three leave and went to literary seminars outside the capital.

He also became very active in the mass movement of 2046 B.S. He wrote political articles under the pseudonym Political Drishti ‘Weekly. At that time, the National Insurance Institute used to publish a magazine called ‘Bhima’. Subedar also made it a standard literary magazine.
In December 2048, his first collection of poetry ‘Atank Gandha’ was published. This was followed by ‘Eklo Vijeta’ in 2054 and ‘Sapko Sattabazar’ in 2075.

In 2066, he received the Commonwealth Award for his important work, Transition Literature and Contemporary. Apart from this, he has received half a dozen awards like Parijat Award and Ramesh Vikal Award.

Politics worries!

Although he is involved in literature and insurance, Purushottam Subedar has a similar vision towards politics. Current political events last to date. “The rise of KP Oli was particularly unfortunate for leftist politics,” he said.

Subedars who supported the Communist movement have also come to the conclusion that there has been a sharp divergence in the cultural movement. He says that status and money are predominant in both communist and cultural movements in Nepal.

He has seen that politics has ruined not only the country but also literature. “Why should we be afraid to say that Pradeep Nepal, Dinanath Sharma, etc. have destroyed general publishing?” They say.

He said that contemporary literature documents are in danger when the standard literary magazine is closed. And no matter how famous a writer is, the Subedar always opposes making literature a game of price and power.

Balance is life

Purushottam Subedi, who studied economics and worked in the upper echelons of insurance companies, believes that there should be management in every discipline. He has applied this principle in his personal life as well.

It is his nature to remain calm, befriend everyone as much as possible and speak boldly. He keeps saying, ‘If you can balance then everything is fine. The result is good. ‘

The Subedar believes that there should be a balance of home behavior, a balance of friendship and a balance of freedom. He says, “There should be a balance of thought, art, emotion and consciousness in literature.”

Subari, who had tasted the taste of liquor at the time of Terathum, was considered an alcoholic in the literary atmosphere of Kathmandu. The time has come when he stopped being drunk, no matter how much he drank. And worried about health problems, he quit drinking alcohol. After his father’s death in 2051, he gave up alcohol, cigarettes and khaini forever.

The narrator considers Avinash Shrestha Purushottam Subedi a strong poet and critic. Shrestha feels that less attention has been paid to his criticism. Another writer, Shardul Bhattarai, considers Subedar a committed poet and critic of progressive current.

The Subedar, who has worked in life insurance for four decades, considers himself a man of a lifetime. An old poem he wrote about life:

Life: what i don’t understand

In the evening
The unquenchable eyes of time merge into the infinite buns
Rights shells are set aside
Spin the wheel from any point
Profits and losses are separated by scales
Dividing countless aspects of life into pieces
Life appears to be an invisible force like an atom.

Someone’s adorable god has become someone’s biggest enemy
Throw out
Someone has achieved a great achievement
Some gods steal great gifts of life
Some gods are torturing capital punishment
Injured every moment
Killer with their own collision.

Looking at life from different angles
Life feels like a dream – just a dream
Everyone who sees their own tile is original
And sleep opens on sight
Like some invisible air, some like a sweet mirage
He thrives in the womb of ghosts, like countless stories of creation
Only one sees it, only one is suffering
And far and wide, unclaimed, disappears somewhere.


Source: OnlineKhabar