Brief Life Sketch
Madhunapantula was born in 1920 at Island Polavaram in Amalapuram taluq to scholarly Brahmin family of Satyanarayana Murthy. Oleti Venkata Rama Sastry was his guru. He studied in Sanskrit school at Injaram and Vizianagaram. After studying Sanskrit and Telugu dramas, epics and grammar, he passed Vidvan examination of Madras University in 1940.
In 1939, he founded a literary organization called 'Andhra Kutiram' at Pallipalem. He started monthly literary magazine Andhri at the age of 19 years and maintained it more than a decade with high standards. There used to be comprehensive editorial comments about the published articles which was appreciated by Vikramadev Varma and C.R.Reddy. His first literary work was Thoranamu in 1938.
He worked on the ambitious lexicon project of Suryaraya Andhra Nighantuvu of Surya Rau Bahadur of Pithapuram between 1940 and 1944. He wrote Parivabhyudaya Kavyam, Ratna Panchalika, Shaddarsana Sangrahamu, Surya Saptati and published them with the financial assistance from the Maharajah.
He worked as Senior Telugu pandit from 1946 in Rajahmundry in Viresalingam Theistic High School and worked for three decades till his retirement in 1977. He wrote biographical details of about 100 Telugu writers named Andhra Rachayitalu in 1950. His magnum opus was Andhra Puranamu in 1954 which was recognized by great writers of that era like Viswanatha, Malladi etc. It procured him Andhra Pradesh Sahitya Akademi Award in 1966. Some of his works are translated to Hindi. During the World Telugu Conference in 1975, A.P.Sahitya Akademi published his Telugulo Ramayanalu
He died on November 7, 1992 at Rajahmundry.
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