I was in Shivamogga for around
twenty days this summer. I do visit
Shivamogga, at least once a year, but I must say this time was the longest I’ve
spent in Shivamogga after I left the city in 1990. It was also the longest time I spent with my
parents in the last ten years.
Visiting my teachers’ homes in
Shivamogga is something I look forward to eagerly, and I do get invited to
dinners. So, all in all, it was a
fruitful time in Shivamogga this time, time spent with my parents, my teachers,
and a couple of my old friends, and finding out about new books from my
teachers.
So, one evening, in Prof M S
Nagaraja Rao’s house, he was showing me some recent Kannada books and asked me
if I had read Girish Karnad’s autobiography.
I told him I didn’t even know that Karnad had written one and that it
has been published. Shame on me
actually. So, he showed me the book and
I flipped the pages and read the contents page and saw some photographs. I decided I wanted to read the book and
decided to buy a copy once I reached Hyderabad.
I was reading for some other task then and I didn’t want that schedule
to be disrupted, because I knew that once I started reading Karnad’s
autobiography I would do nothing else till I completed it.
Girish Karnad and I go back a
long way…funny, isn’t it? I don’t know
him personally, but I have interacted with his works…kind of…read his plays,
seen them on stage, seen him in films, watched screen adaptations of his plays,
read his articles, even worked on his plays for my PG Diploma dissertation…and
generally admired his contribution to Indian and Kannada theatre…and his way of
using myths, legends, and history to comment on contemporary happenings and
raise questions was something that was seldom seen on the Indian stage…
On the day I was leaving Shivamogga,
I saw a copy of the June issue of Caravan at the Shivamogga bus stand
and picked it up. I was happy to see Caravan
in Shivamogga. It would help me pass my
time nicely during the journey to Bangalore.
I started idly flipping through the pages and gravitated towards the
arts and literature section. I noticed
an article called “Beginnings: How a Brahmin Broke into the Twentieth Century.”
It was written by Girish Karnad and it had an old black and white photo of a
middle aged lady and a grown up person and the caption beneath the photo read ‘The writer’s mother, Kuttabai, in
1947, with Bhalchandra, her son from her first marriage’
… I was intrigued… I wanted to read the article then and there, but held back…my
bus hadn’t come in and yet and I wanted to savour the article while travelling …
The bus started and moved out of Shivamogga … the skies were
slightly overcast and looked like it would rain … travelling would be enjoyable
I thought and opened Caravan and
started to read Karnad’s article … it started with Karnad talking about how his
mother was persuaded to write her autobiography and how she wrote it and what
it tells…and more than these, Karnad writes, her autobiography (or what she
wrote) helped resolve many childhood nightmares and anxieties that he and his
siblings endured for a long time … and then Karnad goes on to talk about his
mother, a truly remarkable woman, and how she ‘negotiated’ life through those
turbulent conservative times and remained remarkably quiet even after she’d
done something revolutionary, coming close almost erasing it completely out of
her life as if she had never taken that turn at all … and thus totally
absorbed, I reached the end of the article and saw this “Excerpted from Girish Karnad’s autobiography, Adadta Aayushya (The
Play of Life), Manohara Grantha Mala, 2011. Translated from Kannada by the
writer.” What a coincidence, I thought
… here, I have been making plans to buy and read his autobiography and now, out
of the blue I find a part of the autobiography on a platter in front of me …
and in English translation … and this, I felt, was a sign too and also a
reminder … don’t forget the book …
And so, I reached Bangalore, and after two days, reached
Hyderabad … I placed an order for Karnad’s autobiography on the day I reached
and received it 5 days later … needless to say, I started reading it as soon as
I opened the package … for the next three days, I did nothing else and finished
reading it.
The autobiography is called Aadaadtha Aayushya and in
the credits at the end of the Caravan article the title is translated as The
Play of Life, and I also located another translation, A
Playful Lifetime … but the title is far more evocative than either of
these translations … The early part is very beautifully written … his
childhood, his schooling, life in Sirsi and Dharwad, where he attended college …
and along with the detailing of his early life, the reader also gets to see
life as lived in a Saraswat family … a picture of Saraswat life and culture of
the time also emerges quite unobtrusively to form the background to this
narrative of early life and growing up … very beautiful …
There is very cosmopolitan yearning or maybe even outlook
that we see in Karnad emerging at this point … that he wants to break out of
Sirsi and Dharwad … and go out into the world and show them who he is … Karnad
goes to Oxford … he says he wanted to be a poet, writing English poems … he
comes back from Oxford as a Kannada playwright … there seems to be some element
of surprise in Karnad himself … sort of “how the hell did this happen?” … we
can see some extremely complex things happening in Karnad’s life during this
period … his mother tongue is Konkani and he wants to become a poet in English …
his own discomfort with writing in Kannada and how his early attempts were
laughed at by his friends … but he stuck with Kannada and did not stay only with
Kannada … it is very complex … he has finally reached a stage where a lot of people
know who Girish Karnad is, and many of this lot of people do not know that
Karnad is a playwright …
But, all the same, it is worth reading how these things
converge in the personality of Girish Karnad … the Samskara episode has come
out very well … ever since I saw the film and more so, after watching the film
more recently, I wanted to read about ‘the making of Samskara’ and Karnad does
not disappoint … since he was the main force behind the film, we get to see the
beyond and behind the screen …
A lot of important people move in and out of the narrative … and
Karnad is forthright in his observations about them … some of them do not come
out unscathed … but this is one person’s opinion and observation and it is his
frame … another person’s frame might be kinder and offer a benign focus …
Karnad calls Aadaadtha Aayushya “aatma kathegalu”
… is it “autobiographies” in the plural? … wait, wait, there is a hyphen
between “aatma” and “kathegalu” … is it “self-stories” then? Memoirs? The book doesn’t read like a memoir … the
style is that of an “autobiography” that we are familiar with … I haven’t yet
done with the title … I am still not able to come up with a sensible English translation
that covers the range of meanings that Kannada title resonates with … Aadaadtha
translated directly and unhesitatingly into English would read as Playing
Playing … Playfully would seem too ‘playful’ … there is an element of
seriousness in Play … it is playing, playing a role, a play, stage … Aayushya
is life-span, one’s entire life, lifetime, and so on and so forth … so, we need
a pithy title that means more or less, “a whole lifetime has passed by playing
different roles/games” … I tried a lot
of serious sounding names like “Play-ful Times” and “Temp-Play-Tion” and so on …
but somewhere I strongly feel that “Fooling around Life” would suit the book
fine, not only because of Girish Karnad’s sensibilities, also because the
Kannada poet D R Bendre, from whose poem the title has been taken, would see the
Falstaff-ian take on life this translation conjures up …
