YOUNG VOICES FROM INDIA & SINGAPORE
ADVAITAM SPEAKS LITERARY Vol. 4 - Issue 1 AN INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POETRY, POETICS & VISUAL ARTS
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF : DEBASISH PARASHAR, UNIVERSITY OF DELHI GUEST EDITOR : ANITHA DEVI PILLAI, NIE-NTU SINGAPORE MANAGING EDITOR : ANTARIPA DEV PARASHAR
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DEBASISH PARASHAR - UNIVERSITY OF DELHI (INDIA) EDITOR-IN-CHIEF, ADVAITAM SPEAKS LITERARY JOURNAL.
Debasish Parashar is a Multilingual Poet, Creative Entrepreneur, Singer/Musician and Lyricist based in New Delhi, India. He is an Assistant Professor of English literature at the University of Delhi. Parashar is the Founder & Editor-in-Chief of Advaitam Speaks Literary journal and is associated with the World Poetry Movement. With his debut song ‘Pamaru Mana’ (2018), Debasish became one of the first Indian singer/composers who dared to experiment with the idea of fusing 500-years-old Borgeets of Assam with Western orchestral feel (with layered violins, pianos, snares & vocals), challenging the religious and ritualistic conventions of the Satras. His debut Music Video ‘Shillong’ from his debut EP ‘Project Advaitam’ released in the month of September 2018. He has sung for Raag, In Search of God, MUSOC XXV and elsewhere.
His write-up on Majuli has been listed amongst top 100 online #worldheritagesites stories globally in May 2016 by Agilience Authority Index.
His literary works have appeared in Kweli (New York), Sentinel Literary Quarterly (London), Voices de la Luna (USA), Contemporary Literary Review India, Enclave/Entropy (USA), La Experiencia De La Libertad (Mexico/Spanish), Expound (Africa), Asian Signature, Kitob Dunyosi (Uzbek), SETU, Five2One (USA), Moonchild (USA) and elsewhere. Debasish's works are featured in international anthologies such as World Poetry Almanac 2017-18, Epiphanies and Late Realizations of Love (USA), 'Where Are You From ?' (New York), 'Apple Fruits of An Old Oak' (U.S.A),‘22 Wagons’ (Serbian) and ‘Flowers of the Present’(the Netherlands) among others.
Debasish has read or received invitations to participate in various national and international literary events/festivals including the International Poetry Festival of Medellin, WPD-2020 Reading of Festival Internazionale di Poesia Civile e Contemporanea del Mediterraneo (Italy), World Haiku Festival 2020 (Japan), Dylan Day Project 2020 by London Welsh Centre, Fisdace Foundation (Equador), 12 th International Writers Meeting organized by UNESCO affiliated Writers and Artists Union of Tarija (Bolivia) and 12th International Writers’ Festival-India by India Inter-Continental Cultural Association (India) among others.
Debasish Parashar received the 'Festival Charter for Interpretation' award at the 4th Indija Pro Poet International Literary Festival, 2020. He has also received an Honourary Diploma (Diploma de Honor) signed by the Consul of Isla Negra, Chile for the International organization Movimiento Poetas Del Mundo (Movement of Poets of the World). The World Institute for Peace, Africa, offered him to receive the honour of A World Icon of Peace in 2019. He could not receive the honour due to personal differences.
The Indonesian translations of some of his poems by A.S.Rijal were included in the English Poetry Appreciation lectures of Makassar Islamic University, Indonesia for the year 2017-18. Parashar has been/is getting translated into more than 30 world languages including Russian, Dutch, Spanish, Czech, French, Romanian, Serbian, Albanian, Persian, Afrikaans, Indonesian and Arabic. His poetry has been featured in 10 different books/anthologies from renowned publishing houses in the USA, Russia, the Netherlands, Serbia and Mongolia. Overall, his poetry has appeared in more than 30 countries of the world.
Debasish is associated with the World Poetry Movement.
ANITHA DEVI PILLAI - NIE NTU (SINGAPORE) GUEST EDITOR, SPECIAL INDIA-SINGAPORE ISSUE OF ASL
ANITHA DEVI PILLAI (Ph.D.) is an applied linguist and teacher educator at the National Institute of Education (NTU, Singapore), where she teaches courses on writing pedagogy and writing skills.
She is the recipient of three Teaching Awards. She received the Excellence in Teaching Commendation 2018 from National Institute of Education, Nanyang Technological University (Singapore), and two awards from Singapore University of Social Sciences Teaching Merit Award
in
2013
and
2014.
In
2017,
she
received
the
Research
Excellence
Award from Pravasi Express for her research on the Singapore Malayalee community.
Anitha has authored five books, including From Kerala to Singapore: Voices from the Singapore Malayalee Community (2017), From Estate to Embassy: Memories of an Ambassador (2019), and The Story of Onam (in press). She has also published academic papers, poems, stories and newspaper articles.
Some of her creative writing publications in 2019/2020 are Monsoon in Kolkata (poem) in ‘Wanderlust: The Best of 2019 Anthology’, That Kiss on your Forehead (poem) in ‘Poetry Moves: An Anthology of Poetry’, Home is a Three Syllable Word’ (poem) in ‘Southeast Asian Review of English Journal’, Mother Tongue (poem) in ‘Asiatic: IIUM Journal of English Language and Literature’, How do you want your dumplings? (short story) in ‘Food Republic: Literary Anthology’, Voices (short story) in ‘The Best Asian Stories 2019’ and ‘Sembawang’ (novel translated from Tamil to English).
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