Friday, February 24, 2012

Gurucharanaambujha Nirabharabhaktah

The lotus feet of the Guru liberate from the birth-death cycle

Gurucharanaambujha Nirbharabhaktah
samsaradciraadbhava mukhtah




With the passing of my dance guru Radhakrishnan, an era has passed,- the era of dancing chalangais, tinkling nattuvangam,tireless and repeated rehearsals done with feverish pace to the grand finale of an Arangetram or a stage performance.It has slipped away quietly and swiftly, much in the manner of my Guru’s passing, leaving not a trace behind, only the fragrance of a bygone era.
Raadhai Saar, as he was known to his  close circle of students and friends  trained under the legendary Vazhuvoor Ramiah Pillai and took up Nattuvaangam for Kamala Lakshman, the famous disciple of Ramiah Pillai. Thereafter he started teaching Bharatha Natyam in various cities  where many conoisseurs spotted his talent and requested him to come over to their city and start  dance classes, promising him all help.It was one such assignment that brought him to Sindri, close to Dhanbad in Jharkhand, where my father was working. Raadhai Saar belonged to my mother’s native village of Kallidaikurichi in Tirunelveli District of Tamil Nadu, a place equally well known for industial barons who had their roots there as well as patronage of the fine arts. When one is away  and outside the native orbit, one tends to move in an emotional comfort zone, by seeking out people who  belong to your place. Raadhai Saar was known to my mother’s family and he had been told that my mother lived in Dhanbad, even before he embarked on his journey to Sindri.One Sunday, after finishing his classes in Sindri, he stepped out to look up my mother and thereby stepped  into my  childhood world-shaping and nurturing my aesthetic abilities. 
Mine was a musically inclined family. My mother was a good singer and since I did not have a good voice,she put me into dancing.I had already learnt the basic  Bharatha Natya addavus but at this point of time, my mother was keen that I adapt to the Ramiah Pillai school, with its emphasis on Nritya and Bhava. That was how I started learning from Raadhai Saar. It was hard work in the beginning; to relearn some and redefine many more addavus involving hours of rigorous practise. But Raadhai Saar was untiring in effort and unflagging in his almost child-like enthusiasm. He had the ability to achieve the best results without driving hard, patient and persevering  till the student got the Bhava and Addavu absolutely the way he wanted it. Herein was his greatest ability as a teacher-he was flexible. If a student had a problem in grasping or executing a movement, he would seamlessly alter it to an easier one, not for a moment losing sight of laya or tala. As a trained classical musician, he could effortlessly synchronize addavus with sangathis and mrugaas-for instance, he would choreograph a movement to match the elongated sangathi of the aananda nadanam aadinar pallavi in the Gopalakrishna Bharathi song of that name.
Learning with Radhai Saar was always very interesting. Under Raadhai’s guidance, my mother would sing the padams to which I would dance. Raadhai’s speciality was the Oothukadu Venkatakavi  Padams,  in which he never repeated a sangathi. His  vocal rendering and choreograph of “Parkadal alaimele “ ( immortalized by the great MLV) were exquisite.In those early days of rigorous addavu practice, I rememeber one particular gruelling session when nothing seemed to be going right.Sensing my frustration, Raadhai suddenly broke out into the lively folk dance of Kutrala Kuravinji set to the lilting Aananda Bhairavi song,” Pacchamalai Pavazhamalai”, completely transforming the mood  and need of the hour. 
Guru Raadhai taught  me for  a  short time, perhaps only three years or so but in these three years,I lived and breathed dance which is why, at the end of it, I turned out to be fit for an Arangetram ( Debut Dance Performance). Mine was the first and last Arangetram in the family and it almost became a social occasion, with relatives attending it and my grandparents even making me presents! It was a very happy occasion, with my mother and aunt singing the padams. After the Arangetram, there were a few stage performances but  somehow I started receding from the routine of daily and rigorous practice. Raadhai also left Dhanbad and I also got immersed in my educational pursuits. But we always got news about him. Radhai went on to teach in the Rishi Valley School and other prestigious places. The Tamil Nadu government also awarded him with a KALAIMAMANI title in recognition of his contributions to Bharatha Natyam. By then, my mother had also moved to Chennai  and she once again came in contact with Raadhai, who was leading a semi- retired life-earning pressures were off his shoulders and he was teaching and training dedicated students for the sake of art’s sake. 
Then suddenly last year, a strong desire to meet Guru Radhakrishnan possessed me. After fixing an appointment, I went over to meet him. I was seeing him after a gap of nearly forty years but was happy to see him, pretty much the same. Brisk and active at eighty-two, he was his usual warm self, playing host to the hilt. Together we rewound the past. He talked of his ongoing choreographs and I could catch a glimpse of the old sparkle in him. He insisted that we ( my mother was also with me) have lunch with him, his family hosting us with great affection. While leaving,I presented him with a cache of money, which he accepted after some persuasion. Later on , he was to call me to thank me for the “handsome”present.
That was the last time I saw him. The end came swiftly and peacefully. I always think of him as a competent Bharatha Natyam Guru, innovative yet never veering from his classical roots. Soft-spoken and simple, he lived according to his values. But the greatest legacy that he left  me was the aesthetic awareness that he created in me. Which is why I am able to transport myself into the celestial KANAGASABHAI reverberating with the Lord’s mighty dance, even when I am watching “Nadanam Aadinar” in a concert.
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Passwords (Farcewords) Challenged



As a child, my association with the word, “Password” was defined while racing through the pages of an exciting  Enid Blyton thriller featuring the Secret Sevens. It was a device which  the Hindi movie gangster of old used to utter in a deep, guttural tone  to establish his credentials  in the world of crime. And of course, who has not heard of “ Open Sesame”, the famous password used by Alibaba’s men to enter the wonder cave. Rarely did we come across the word elsewhere.
In today’s world, right from logging in, Password usage is the gateway  to  access some online sites, banking and  e-commerce. The moment, you open a site, a window pops up asking you to register with a Password. Easier said than done, for this requires you to think and key in, smoothly and swiftly.   
When I am in front of my computer,I must confess that I turn into a bundle of nerves, the moment an instruction to create a password flashes on my computer screen. My mind goes blank, as it used to do while writing a difficult math exam in school, long back. I become more nervous even as I realize I must think and type fast to avoid getting logged out. I just type in the first word that comes to my mind when the screen interface gently reminds me that the password has got to be alpha numeric and contain eight characters. By now, I am tense as a coiled spring, for fear that I may get it wrong again. Sheer luck, it  is accepted and I wait in victorious triumph for the site to open. But  nothing happens and I am not able to access the site, after going through the entire gamut of operations. I fret and fume.
I then proceed to a netbanking site, where I key in the password. As the next window opens, I stare with foreboding at  the prompter which glumly announces that the password typed is invalid and I should log in again. It further goes on to grimly remind that I would be allowed only two retrys to login, and in case of a failed login attempt, the site would be be locked as a security measure. I wring my hands in despair.
Next comes the change of password business, where I first have to key in the old password and the new password twice. As the encrypted password appears on the screen, my focus momentarily falters and I am confused as to how many characters of the password have been typed in. I look at the  screen for a clue, but dots on the space for password stare unblinkingly back at me. As I fumble,  I am told that I have been  automatically logged out for security reasons!  I am very sweetly reminded that  I would be allowed one more attempt to change the password, failing which the site would be locked!  Of course I could contact the Telebanking centre of the bank, always at the customer’s service for unlocking the site!
  Oops! I  just realized that I do not remember where I have noted the different passwords  for my railway and bus reservation sites!  Then and there, I decided that the Passwords were not my cup of tea. As for me, I am happy doing my shopping myself at the nearest super-market or   carrying my passbook for entries to my bank.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Lost Souls in a Stark World



Recently the gruesome murder of a school teacher by a ninth standard student right in front of  other students in mid- morning has sent shock-waves among parents, youth and all sections of society. Used as we are to opening the morning paper and reading the endlessly gory reports of  child abuse, student suicides ( they have almost become a daily occurrence that people have stopped to figure out the reasons behind it), yet this latest incident just cannot be dismissed  that lightly.  Where are we headed-  all norms of decency seem to have been given the bye and brutality and bestiality seem to be ruling the roost!
All that happened was some adverse remarks about the boy’s Hindi performance  with an intention to improve his progress. From all reports, the teacher was a kindly person who took an initiative to help weaker students. The boy apparently had hitherto shown no signs of deviant, violent behaviour. Then how did the Chennai incident happen? It is too horrendous to be dismissed as an one off thing-  it throws up a whole lot of disturbing issues. Who is at fault-  the  educational system, society or the children of today. In India, we usually have student suicides which again seems to be increasing at an alarming rate. Students opening fire in classrooms were incidents which only happened in the Western countries where juvenile aggression is attributed to a whole lot of psycho-sociological problems.These issues have to  be thoroughly examined and tough solutions found for we are otherwise headed for Disaster. 
The boy has said that watching certain media programmes prompted him to behave thus. That throws open a Pandora’s box full of squirming vices and vileness.Depraved politicians watch porno while legislative proceedings are going on and are brazenly shameless about the whole thing. Our films also glorify violence and all forms of aggression.
I taught in my Alma-mater for a short while, decades ago. The teenagers of yester-years  are all mature, strong independent women today. I am proud to say that we share a very tender, beautiful relationship through Facebook. But that idyllic student-teacher world ironically is almost farcical today.One thing is certain- children who remained flowers to Jawaharlal Nehru are certainly not that any more.The Age of INNOCENCE is lost. Welcome to the frightening world of Juvenile  Barbarism a harbinger to a depraved posterity.