Early Life
Pendyala Varavara Rao was born on 3 November 1940 in Chinna Pendyala, Warangal district into a middle class Telugu Brahmin family. He studied at Chinna Pendyala, Warangal and Hyderabad. He has been publishing his poetry since 1958. By 1960, he finished his masters in Telugu literature from Osmania University. Thus he was trained in traditional literary forms and criticism besides being himself a poet and literary critic in his own right.
After completing his M.A., Varavara Rao registered for Ph.D. to pursue research on poetry. But later he left research to join a private college at Siddipet, Medak district as a lecturer. From there he switched over to DAVP, Ministry of Information and Broadcasting, New Delhi to work as a Publication Assistant. Again he left the job to join as a lecturer in another private college at Jadcherla, Mahabubnagar district. He could not feel content with all these short-spanned occupations as he was basically rooted in the soil of Warangal.He was principal to the government C.K.M. college in Warangal. He longed to be in Warangal and to work amidst the masses there.Vague humanism, ambiguous concern for the people, and illusions about Nehruite socialism marked his character of that period.
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