Wednesday, 26 September 2012

"What are blots? What are flashes"

Gopichand’s novel “Merupula marakalu” ( Blots of Flashes ) shows the conflict between animal self and higher self in human. In the course of history, humans made monogamy as the virtue out of necessity. From the tribal society where relations between man and woman were relatively free to the present times when they are coercive in a sense , humanity has walked a long distance. These relations are man made and can be broken based on their consent. Anna Karenina in Tolstoy’s novel commits suicide unable to break free from religious shackles which prevented her from getting divorce from her husband. Polyandry, polygamy, monogamy , trial marriages, single parenthood—the society has been moving. Patriarchal family which has replaced matriarchal family become a norm to sustain the private property in the same lineage.
Usha Rani’s conflict has been due to her irrepressible sexuality and individuality versus monogamous norm. she hasn’t found her soul mate in spite of her legal marriage to Ramanujam, a lawyer and her affairs with Chakravarthy (a journalist), Sri Kant and Kmalakaram , husband of sister of Sri Kant. She has flouted family norms, gave happiness, deceived her lovers, felt poetic emotions, practiced coquetry, saw the chauvinism of men, their hypocrisy, pathetic dependence , violent temperament. In her deviation from the lower circle of desires, she has been reaching for higher circle of consciousness as Gopichand tries to portray.Her restlessness makes her a yogini in the Himalayas at the end after she has gone through the ordeal of internal and external journey. She doesn’t agree that love can be only with one person at a time whereas all her male friends except Kamala karam see it as a bond of pleasure rather than a means of freedom from narrowness. They excuse their infidelities but not hers. But she corners them with her glib tongue and asks them to justify their own secret pleasures with her violating so called family norms. Chakravarthy realizes his folly when he meets with an accident and his wife serves him to make him normal.
Gopichand’s discussion of psychological theories of Freud, Havelock Ellis and others through dialogues between Usharani and Kamalakaram reveal that the author is not treating sex as a taboo unlike the earlier authors who romanticized love and family system. The novel has caused sensation when it was published as a serial and Gopichand’s poetic description of Usharani, her feelings, the historical places and the Himalayas shows another aspect of this ‘Vedana jeevi’ ( creature of anguish) at the stifling nature and stupidity of the old morals.
The author reveals how people bound by norms suffer like flies in ointment .
People mouth morals in spite of nurturing lust in their hearts as shown in the behaviour of Chandravadanulu, an old poet.

The fall made one man a yogi Vemana or Tulsidas.
The ‘fall’ made Usha Rani to become a Yogini in the Himalayas.

One also likes to ask, “Need one become a saint as a penance to expression of one’s desire? Is it Indian palliative?

Karunasri's poem




Prince! In the palaces grand
You swing in the flowery swings
In the shadows of the queen's eyes
thrilled over smiling cheeks of the baby
Open your eyes ! no more sleep


Don't be angry
For disturbing your sleep or
Estranging you from the edge of your love’s saree
Merge your heart
Not just in your love’s heart
But in ‘Udayasri’ that awakens
The flowers of hearts of folks asleep.

Sweet paradise found in
Your love is not the sole aim
The wretched are crying
Go along with your wife
to wipe out their tears
you could find heavens crores and crores.

Become the Buddha and awaken the sleepy,
Give up your life for elevating peace, love and Dharma
Service to humanity alone leads to enlightenment
Cleanse the world old
In nectarine streams of love and affection.

Arise, awake! and drive the chariot
On the path of peace
Fill the mornings of new life
As the circle of light whole
Tie up the ribbons of welfare
With love as a thread
In the hearts of humanity frail like flower.

While life is throbbing in throat
Stream out tears from the eyes of the lamb
Under the butcher’s sword
Embrace it! Cajole and remove its agony!


The moon of compassion !
Turn this earth into heaven
And halahal ( poison) in to nectar
Rain rasa of love over the world!
While the shine of crown of Ahimsa
Radiate all corners.

   Gist of poems on  Freedom from  Tagore's Gitanjali  
.The poet’s heart aches at slavery but is ashamed of hoping for freedom. He clings to the tinsels and  shroud of dust and death even though He is the poet’s best friend and has priceless wealth. Though the poet’s debts are large and shame heavy, he is afraid of the granting of prayer by God.     
 The poet is building the wall of ego around him and his true being is buried in its dark shadow.
The prisoner says that he is greedy and swallowed what he owed to the  lord and slept on the latter’s bed overpowered by sleep. He woke as   a  prisoner. He forged a chain with great labour to rule the world with his invincible power and at last he found himself enchained.
 Mundane love is a bondage and possessive  whereas divine love is free. The latter waits even though the poet doesn’t pray or keep Him in his heart. 
.During the day time they come and seek  a small corner and small share of grace and act meek but in the night they snatch the offerings to God with unholy greed.
 The poet wants to awaken  his country into a heaven of freedom where one finds- fearless mind, self-respect,  free knowledge, truthful words, universalism, untiring  effort  for perfection, clear and living stream of reason and expanding empires  of mind and action.
.The poet prays to lord to root out penury in his heart. He also prays for strength to have equanimity, service with love, stand upright for the poor and against the insolence of the mighty, broadmindedness, and to bring  surrender to is will.
 The poet prays to God to offer  merely on dry heart , a burst of songs  to graceless life, peace and rest to clear the dire of daily routine, the visit of a King into closed heart. The poet prays to the holy one to come with his light and thunder when mind is swayed by delusion and dust.
 The poet’s heart has remained arid without the a sign of  cloud  or cool distant shower.  He wants to face the God to remove dark despair and wants for cloud of grace ( that looks like tearful look of a mother) on the day of His  wrath.
 The poet is impressed  by   God’s wristlet studded with stars and many coloured jewels.   He is more impressed by His sword with its curve of lightening like Garuda poised in the russet coloured evening sky.  It shakes like the pure flame that burns the dross.
The poet was abegging when he saw the King of Kings  appearing in a chariot and the poet has hoped for wealth unasked and received a little grain. The poet came home and found a little grain of gold when he emptied his bag. He  wept and regretted  if only he had the heart   to give his all. 

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

TRIBUTE TO RADHAKRISHNAN, THE NOBLE TEACHER


     Sarvepalli Radhakrishan’s  name stands as a lighthouse in the annals of Indian history. He has given  value to the profession of teaching. He used to prepare assiduously before he gave lectures to the students. His lectures used to be heard by his peers from other departments. He mesmerized the audience at Cambridge with his astonishing memory which  helped him lecture without the help of any notes.
His writings make him stand apart from others. His powers of synthesis and precise style were phenomenal. He sees religion in rational light and opposes bigotry of any kind.   He  champions the multicultural world and sees the world civilization as a mosaic.
 Radhakrishnan served the cause of education as an eminent professor, Vice chancellor of Andhra university who brought  eminent professors from  other countries and through his  addresses at the convocations of various  universities.
Radhakrishnan’s works on philosophy, religion  stand testimony to his profound love for  Indian civilization and its contribution to the well being of the world. They would certainly nourish the reader’s mind, widen  and deepen his knowledge and give wisdom to distinguish the eternal from the ephemeral   truths.
The person who made teaching profession noble has been sadly neglected by the Nobel committee. He had not craved for power though the latter sought him. He saw power as a responsibility. He was the ambassador of Indian  philosophy to the land of Soviet Union. Now it’s common knowledge that how Radhakrishan  melted  the iron man of Russia through his understanding  mind and gesture.
His relevance to the modern day teacher is his qualities such as  his passionate  search and acquisition of knowledge, powerful articulation, prolific writings   and  treating   power as a pious responsibility.     
Hope his legacy will increase the value of the discipline of  humanities and teaching  in the era of globalization.    
                    

Friday, 24 August 2012

Bhuvanavijayam-Karunasri

Chariot  of greatness and  victory   Bhuvanavijayam
Sweetest  dream of   Vidyaranya
Blissful form of   Minister preeminent  Timmarusu
Gift of  Victorious emperor   to   Indian  aesthetics.

 Glow of  Gems in the crown of Krishnaraya
 Radiance  of  edges of Flag of victory of ‘AndhraBhoja’
 Illumined  corners four  and horizons far
 Rained victory and enchanted   the earth.

Burned crackers at the threshold of Mother Telugu
Wafted  four corners the  fragrance of  Garden Telugu
Chariot  of greatness and  victory   Bhuvanavijayam’
Sweetest  dream of Madhava  Vidyaranya .

 Played  countrywide  The Harp of Telugu sweetly
Swung Telugu poetry  charmingly
Heard melodiously in advance
The sounds of bracelets of   damsel of ‘Karnatandhra’

Stood  proudly the tower of Hampi Virupaksha  temple
Smiled   prettily the    golden flowers of lake Pampa.
Danced  wildly   the waves   of   river Tungabhadra
Sang  melodies the pillars of musical mantap of temple.        
 

Blown today gently Malayamarut
Appeared   today poetic world with nine rasas
Bloomed today Victorious Sarat beautifully and gladly
Stretched today its golden hand the assembly of poets .

This Augustan assembly  seems like “tear of joy
Of Hanuman” on finding  Sita in Ashokavanam
Rose   fragrant bloomed
      in garden of Vidyanagar
  
Like the eight bodies of Shiva, wearer of    the  half-moon
Like the eight shoulders of  Aadi Shakthi Uma
Like the eight wives of Sri Krishna, the god of bliss
Like  the eight rasas of Bharata’s science of dance.

Symbols of eight elephants bearing the earth
Fountains of  nectarine art
Brahmas of Literature romantic
Eight poets  exact, givers of tastes anew   

Damsels with  black eyes radiant
Fanning them from either side beautifully
 The flatterers are  praising them
 Honoring them with Chandantambula.

Salutes to The grandfather of Telugu poesy !
The great Allasani of “Style Amazing”
 The King himself adorned with bracelet the leg of a poet
  Known for words tender like flowers.
         
   The  queen and teacher of beauty - Varudhini
   The  sister of the moon born out of the milky sea     
   With lotus-like eyes and beautiful breasts 
   Extols  pleasure  in voice divine

You are the  King of poets and raised a thousand hoods for poetry !
 Kasturi tilak on Saraswati’s forehead !
Modern Andhra  youth
Crave to  climb the peaks of  the Himalayas kissing  the sky
Want to play with  peacocks of beautiful feathers
And  sing a duet with  wide-eyed Varudhini.   
Ever  ready to apply liquid to their feet for travel   
Alas! No Yogi in sight !

Salutes many to the poet great  Nandi Timmana
The moon of  Sarat  who gives nectar       
 Coy movements   of your poesy are springs of  delicacy

Your Satyabhama-    synonym of    beauty and virtue
Your Parijata flower  a golden dawn  full of  freshness and   fragrance 
Sending the new couple into Nandana garden
Bringing the flower of heaven on to the earth    
Changed it into another paradise
And man into angel, your poetic Ganges!

Tender movements and ideas are your twins
 Short words – girls like moonlight  are your possessions               
 Have you listened this  funny thing?

The young women who smelt fragrance of flowers
Are synonyms of Satyabhamas in bed rooms           
Modern Krishnas out to remove annoyance
Stand carefully at pillow side ! 

 How do you do, emperor of poetry ironical?
 It’s ages since I saw you
How are Girika and Kambhoji raga?
Poetic world has learnt your irony
Progress has marked the artistic  world   
 Forget the fool Kolahala
 Shuktimati  gave a girl  like poetry.

Praise  to Pingali Suranarya!
Giver of  Kalaapurnodaya !
Creator skilful of  romantic poesy
Your word unassailable as Brahma’s word
Your poesy a mango sweet sans  parallel 
Her beauty swung   beyond
The damsels of heaven   
Had  Kalabhashini   come with you
She would have given   looks lovely  
                  And music mesmerizing.      
           
Your works forms blissful, full of wit
Sweet decorations  for Telugu sahitilakshmi .

Welcome to poet Dhurjati!
You are like Lord Shiva!
Endowed   with words  sweetest
 Adorned  with  Vibhuti and intellect best.

To witness your poetry evergreen
For a minute with eyes divine  
Eyes   grew  for Shivalinga
Miraculously in Kalahasthi Mahkshetra.   

You made devotee Timmappa put his leg
On  the visage of Shivalinga
You made poet  Natkira go into
                exile into forest  

 Your consciousness of Shiva
 Butter fresh out of pot anew of curd
 Your poetic style  a new bud
 In the  light of morning Sun.

Ayyalaraju Ramabhadraiah!
 A clarion call  for progress
 Your poetic heart  produced  a child rare   
 Apt  abhyudayam for  garden of Andhra literature.
You stepped  onto dais sweetly
Adorned bracelets to Stylish Vijayavilasam    

 Tributes to Kandukuri Rudrakavi!
 Creator of beautiful ashtakam
In a mood of   intimacy  with rambha
Your Nirankusa  sought her  union
He   gambled with Shiva
And  demanded bet like a despot.

 Great poet, Tenali Ramakrishna!
 Listen to our request

Your  Nigamasarma’s sister
Woman of  beauty pure
A sapling of mango sweet
    grown in  garden Telugu
Thanks for not fetching her to this court
Since I’m not afraid of  giving her seat
But repetition of  her lessons vedic.

Your Nigamasarmas
Are hollow men,  lusty and the nastiest
Many a man are such in our society  at present !

Victory  to Krishanraya !!
 Victory to Full moon of Bhuanavijaya !!
 Victory to the most famous king world wide!!
 Victory to the sovereign in realms of  war and literature!!  

Tender girl in garden of Tulsi
Mingling with flowers of smiles       
Brightened the  pleat  of your poetic dame  
Shone  the  bracelet of your   poesy.
  
Wearing chrysanthemums  from Aamukta malyada
 Sri Rangasai felt elated
Miracles of Maladasari and Mangakaisiki
Turned even demons into devotees.

To rescue  one elephant ran in a hurry
 Lord  Sri Krishna  with his  hair untied 
 Tending   elephants eight  in his court
 Freely and happily   Krishnaraya at present.
           
 Andhrabhoja , Kalpataru of the  servants!
Appaji is the minister sovereign!
Empire is the king’s! Literature   realm of poets!!
Prosperity  for people!! “ Let all folks live in happiness”!       


Monday, 2 January 2012

The Legacy of Tagore


Rabindra nath Tagore who won the Nobel prize in 1913 is an enduring symbol of nationalism as well as Internationalism. He was a cosmopolitan who didn’t forget his national roots. In him combined the a mosaic of talents such as painting, singing , writing, philosophy and social reform. His creativity bloomed outside the school and inside the lap of nature. His nature was a happy combination of solitude and public service. Radha Krishnan writes that Tagore’s works “ speak of the vicissitudes of friendship , the beauty of love, the pain of desolation, laughter and tears, terror and delight, the vanity of human wishes, the pains and heartaches of unfulfilled desires, the horror of moral obliquity, the shame of infamous conduct.”

His legacy certainly shows us the way out of labyrinth in which we find ourselves in. His ideas on education, nationalism , and internationalism are relevant even today after his death seventy years ago. If Tagore were alive today, what would he say regarding our education system that encourages cut throat competition, materialistic pursuits, intellectual parasitism , disappearance of local languages and unbridled aggressiveness of the lone super power?

Tagore never liked the rigid school system that stifled the creativity of the individual. He liked to look at the waves of the river Padma or slanting sunlight on a particular day that awakened his creativity. Tagore’s father didn’t scold his son or impose his ideas on him but asked the boy to accompany him to see the beautiful Himalayas. Our present system of education forces children to get things by heart and hanker after marks. But Tagore wanted education not as a means to materialistic advancement but as individual enrichment . He would have felt repelled by the term personality development which in these days means corporate personality development. He would have rejected the violence embedded in present system of education which has become merely a tool to the vagaries of world economy prone to crisis after crisis—political or economic. To Tagore, Education is a permanent part of the exploration of adventure of life and not a treatment to cure students of the disease of ignorance but a function of health, the natural expression of their mind’s vitality.

In his work Reminiscences , Tagore refers to an incident in which three pilots of The British planes bombarding the tribal hamlets were captured by tribal people. But these pilots were not harmed but given hospitality by their captors. Tagore questions, who are more civilized—those who came to bombard innocent villagers or those who looked after them who came to kill them?

Tagore was not for mere materialistic advancement ‘ He gave up his entire prize money to build Santi Niketan. Though he came from the family of landlords, he was uncomfortable like Tolstoy .To raise more money to realize his goal, he had toured the western countries. Like Vivekananda, Tagore agonized and acted to build his nation into a formidable one. Radha krishan writes that for Gandhi, the measure of man’s greatness is not his material possession , but the truth in him which is universal.

Tagore was not a conformist and wanted to see , observe and come to conclusions through his personal experience and observation. When every one was spreading rumors against Russia , he went there to observe the new experiment going on there and praised what was great. He wrote “Letters from Russia” in which he praised the proletariat but also expressed concern that the working class might have thought that one day they need not labour at all which is not possible .He called them as pillars carrying the lamp of new civilization.

Tagore’s independence of mind was also revealed when he gave up title Sir in protest against Jallian walla bagh Massacre in. He also didn’t completely support the boycott of Schools and colleges by the young and the negative feelings inherent in the Non cooperation movement. The legacy of Tagore wants our intellectuals to raise their voice against the trampling of the rights of tribals in the name of mining and the embracing of the nuclear weapons as solutions to our problems or threat s of war. Tagore alive would not support the rejection of negotiation in favour of violence and counter violence either by the State or by the non-state actors or groups. In Tagore’s heartland rested mercy but not hatred for the Muslims or the British. He believed in change through common sense and love. Radha Krishan points out that like Gandhi , Tagore had contributed to the awakening of the nationalistic spirit and opposed the cowardice of the weak and arrogance of the strong.

Nowadays many languages are dying every day under the influence of English language. Tagore wanted Indians to learn modernization not just from the British but also other Cultures such as the French, Germans, Japanese etc. If Tagore were alive today, he would have certainly felt bad at the gradual death of the rich and diverse languages in the world. He would have advised us to strive for true cosmopolitan cultures that fuses the elements of African, Latin American and Asian cultures along with the virtues of western values such as respect towards the public good, acknowledgement of others’ achievements, accountability, dignity of labour, intellectual independence etc.

Nirad Chaudhuri in his article on Tagore mentions that Tagore refused to excuse those pundits who criticized him prior to winning the Nobel Prize but came to greet him with sweets and flowers after he became the Nobelite. Chaudhuri also points out the deep anguish felt by Tagore due to senseless criticism and how he wanted not to be born again in this land . But His soul would not feel restless now when it sees how we Indians are cherishing his legacy long after his death.

Tagore’s Gitanjali certainly deserves the Prize for its beauty of feelings, free expression, and eternal appeal to eternal truth. He prays to God to strike at the root of penury in his heart, to make his head held high amidst difficulties and doesn’t want to send death empty handed when it visits him. His love for life was matched by his fearlessness towards death.” His religion is based on vision, experience rather than on Knowledge.” T o him religion means the purification of the soul and extinction of the ego. Many critics criticize that today it doesn’t appeal much in changed conditions. But Yeats and the West might have found new fashions to praise but we find Tagore' s legacy more relevant today than yesterday . Some said Tagore’s waning popularity was due to hasty translation of his Bengali poems by the poet himself under pressure from publishers.

In his writings like Post office, Kabuliwallah we find great humanism. In his Home and the world , we find how quiet strength is more powerful than violent revolution. In his Chitra, one finds beauty unmeasurable and in his novel Gora, one finds the futility of the divide between the East and the West. His books Sadhana, Personality , Man –reveal his probing into the secret chamber of human heart. His work on Nationalism is a collection of articles which reveals the limitations of nationalism .Tagore writes, “There is only one history, the history of man. All nations are merely chapters in the larger one. And we are content in India to suffer for such a great cause.”Tagore ‘s legacy is not for Globalization and big brother attitude at any Cost but a blend of the best element of the world. He heralds a new civilization based on peace and unity.

I would like to end with words of Radha Krishan on Tagore, “His voice was the conscience of our age. He became a spokesman and guide for his generation. He bequeathed to his country and the world a life which had no littleness about it”