Satyapal Anand

Anand has spent most of his life in teaching graduate and post-graduate students in universities around the globe. Starting with the Punjab University in Chandigarh in 1961,[1] he has held teaching positions at other universities, including the University of District of Columbia (UDC) in Washington, DC. He has also been a visiting professor at South Eastern University in Washington, D.C., University of British Columbia, Vancouver, Canada, and Open University in England.[1] From 1992–95 he was on special assignment as a Professor of Education in the Department of Technical Education, Saudi Arabia. He has availed many invitations in his professorship life,having nickname "Air Port Professor" by his pupils and friends.[1] He visited several countries including UK, Germany, Turkey, Denmark, Norway and North America.[1]

Anand's writing career started in the early 50s when in a span of just two years he published a poetry collection, a collection of stories, and novels, all in Urdu. He had his brush with authorities when the Government of Punjab, India banned his Hindi novel "Chowk Ghanta Ghar" in 1957 and ordered his arrest.[3] His first book of short stories was published in 1953, when he was a 22-year young student.[1] He has been highly praised by the Urdu writers and poets for his best literary work in Urdu, Punjabi, Hindi and English.[4] He mostly writes poems rather than ghazals.[1] His poems are based on history, mythology or mixed culture of the West and the East.[5]

Anand's English poem "Thus Spake The Fish" has qualified for the award in an international competition by UN sponsored committee for "Earth Preservation Day Celebration."[6] The poem,

THUS SPAKE THE FISH

Thus spake the fish to the dwellers of the deep _ Take heed, O brothers _ How this, our ocean was once clean
How dirty has it become _ a muddy pond! _ Wasn't it but a recent event _ That gods of heaven and demons of earth
Joined hands to churn it up _ In an unholy 'manthuna'? _ Used air blowers to awaken the fire demons asleep in the deep

Fired up a hearth of cascading earthquakes! _ Where was the elixir of life _ Indeed where was it?
What they found was poison _ Poison that broke the surface _ And now boils and broils all life forms.
Where are the nymphs – my sisters of yore _ That played with the waves? _ Thus spake the half-dead fish

To the half-dead dwellers of the deep. _ Take heed, my friends _ We're but dead already.

The demons and gods have used a ruse _ To churn up the ocean _ And to turn it into a mud heap.[6]