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P. C. Kuttikrishnan, popularly known by his penname Uroob (Malayalam: ഉറൂബ്; 1915 – 1979) was a famous Malayalam writer from Kerala state, South India. He, along with writers like Basheer, Thakazhi, Kesavadev, and Pottekkatt, formed the progressive writers in Malayalam during the twentieth century. Uroob is a recipient of Kendra Sahithya Academy Award (Malayalam) for his novel Sundarikalum Sundaranmarum.
Uroob (or Oroob) is the penname of P. C. Kuttikrishnan. The word "Uroob" means "eternal youth" in Persian language and "dawn" in Arabic. Uroob was a prominent member of the literary circle that had formed in the 1930s in Ponnani. Others in the group are the eminent critic Kuttikrishna Marar, young poets Edasseri Govindan Nair, Akkitham, Kadavanad Kuttikrishnan, and Moothedath Narayanan Vaidyar. Uroob had spent the best years of his creative life in Kozhikode where he was working in All India Radio. He, later went to Thiruvananthapuram as editor of Kunkumam magazine and from there to Kottayam to work as editor of Bhashaposhini published by Malayala Manorama group. He has also worked as the editor of Mangalodhayam magazine and Malayala Manorama weekly. He has also held the post of the president of Sahitya Akademi.
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P. C. Kuttikrishnan, popularly known by his penname Uroob (Malayalam: ഉറൂബ്; 1915 – 1979) was a famous Malayalam writer from Kerala state, South India. He, along with writers like Basheer, Thakazhi, Kesavadev, and Pottekkatt, formed the progressive writers in Malayalam during the twentieth century. Uroob is a recipient of Kendra Sahithya Academy Award (Malayalam) for his novel Sundarikalum Sundaranmarum.
Uroob (or Oroob) is the penname of P. C. Kuttikrishnan. The word "Uroob" means "eternal youth" in Persian language and "dawn" in Arabic. Uroob was a prominent member of the literary circle that had formed in the 1930s in Ponnani. Others in the group are the eminent critic Kuttikrishna Marar, young poets Edasseri Govindan Nair, Akkitham, Kadavanad Kuttikrishnan, and Moothedath Narayanan Vaidyar. Uroob had spent the best years of his creative life in Kozhikode where he was working in All India Radio. He, later went to Thiruvananthapuram as editor of Kunkumam magazine and from there to Kottayam to work as editor of Bhashaposhini published by Malayala Manorama group. He has also worked as the editor of Mangalodhayam magazine and Malayala Manorama weekly. He has also held the post of the president of Sahitya Akademi.
I was missing my
Little miss misty eyes
She made my life complete
Id been waiting on
True loves sweet surprise
And it tasted so sweet
Oh it tasted so sweet
I could hear
The sound of the love bell
Told me all it could tell
And the sight of
The blue moon rising
Told me all was well
Told me all was well
I was just driftin
As a wind blown wave
Like a stricken ship
I thought I'd never be saved
So far below me
There seemed so much more
Yet a man has to know
What he's looking for
Something unknown
Kept my life turning around
But I couldnt get near to
Putting my feet on the ground
With all that I had
Any man would be glad
But my everything was nothing
So what made me sad
I was missing my
Little miss misty eyes
She made my life complete
I was waiting on
True loves sweet surprise
And it tasted so sweet
It tasted so sweet
Farewell to that same lonely road
Ive seen the last of
That heavy load
No more blues about paying dues
Its time for reaping