A cold winter night and it's memoir

“No one is significant, no one is insignificant.”

                - KuVemPu (translated from “ಮಲೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮದುಮಗಳು")

Preface:

2017 marks the 50^th anniversary of Kannada receiving its first Jnanapith for Sri Ramayana DarshaNam authored by Rashtra Kavi KuVemPu, and so does his novel “ಮಲೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮದುಮಗಳು" (MalegaLalli MadumagaLu) a novel described by many as the finest novel in Kannada literature till date.  29^th December 2017 marks KuVemPu’s 113^th birth anniversary. To mark all these memorable spirits Bengaluru Centre of the National School of Drama and the Department of Kannada and Culture are jointly presenting the fourth edition of the theatre adaptation of this 750 pages- magnum opus by KuVemPu, starting 29^th December all upto 31^st Jan 2018.

When a friend of mine sent a poster of ಮಲೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮದುಮಗಳು pure theatre show, at Kalagrama, Bengaluru, I wasn’t sure if I will book my tickets and be present there on 29^th night of December. It wasn’t easy for me to decide on -“9 hour long play all throughout the night”, that too in an open to air theatre. But yes, I took a chance and felt “adventurous" in spending a night in open air, far from home in a crowd of unknowns.  I took my sister along and the friend was there too.

First- hand experience:

Typical village set - stage 2

158 characters, 58 scenes, 30 songs and 70 artists from different districts and dialects unfolded the novel in 4 massive open air stages set at Kalagrama - meaning we (audience) need to move along with the play to all 4 stages, roughly for 2 hours each at different part of the play. This play was my first ever live theatre experience. (I know it’s unacceptable for anyone who’s in Bengaluru from long and have some degree of affection towards Art & Literature to have not visited “RangaShankara” even once. 2018 is here and you know what my goal is ;) ) 

 The stage was all set, the show was about to begin, I still doubted if we can stay all awake and survive the cold winter night in the open air with just a pull over hood.  The characters unfolded themselves and the background to each passing character was given by “Jogappa” – a person native to village who presents stories from far lands to the villagers – stories can be a piece of fiction or pertaining to real people. The whole art of story telling lies in making the story exorbitantly real and suiting to the social morals and evils so much that it becomes a part of the unheard society without hesitation. 

Stage 2-  where a vibrant drama laughter 
took place

Set up in 19^th century, MalegaLalli maDhumagaLu - particular to malenaadu region - depicts the conflict in the complex traditions and the fascinating modernity, an internal fight between an individual and the society, a suppressing upper hand and an oppressed lower cadre of the society - a common sight anywhere in the world from 19^th century.  There is no important character in this novel; every character has its own role to play.  The whole play revolves around these ideas and doesn’t lose its relevance to the present day society at even times.

Although the author says “No one is significant, no one is insignificant.” in the novel, to me the brave and kind heart “Gutthi”, innocence of “Aitha” and the charm of “Peenchulu” stood out! The person who played the dog character “Huliya” was immensely impressive. What an artist he is, he never hesitated to eat the soiled rice, never delayed to howl and squeal -like a dog, imbibing the mannerisms of a dog, playing the dog –which is an important role in the play.

A scene from stage 4 - place
 where the dots get connected.

However when I look at this play as a piece of art, it is the dedication of the entire crew behind and more prominently the artists- that shows up-front. Like I mentioned earlier it was freezing outside, we- audience were all fully covered top to bottom, a few had their helmets on while a few (may be from their previous experiences) had even arranged a quilt and pillows wrapping themselves in blankets, while the artists had bare minimum clothing to suit the “ಮಲೆನಾಡು” outfit from the 19^th century – a blouseless Saree, a humble panchae, mostly!! The artists didn’t show a sign of chill or shiver in their body even when the cold breeze hit the mic making hushhhh noise. They were so well trained and ready that they all seemed to be super heroes at that moment, beating the cold and not showing a sign of it affecting them; their voices were so loud and clear as they delivered their verses. They ran around the place yet their voices never heaved a sigh or gasp for breath! At the stage 4 - the river scene was set up, as the play advanced there came a time when Gutthi jumps into the river in search of Huliya, oh my god! To me this was the highlight of the play. 

The End of the play where the artists were introduced!

Lighting, live music and the artists, what a commemoration of a novel in the theatrical setup of the 19th century backdrop.  I am yet to sink in the ideas behind the novel but as of now I have only given a perception per-se my vision on the play. Finally! Yes, I did survive the cold night, so did the others who gathered there. Sleep deprived for a good reason.

New Year... New me.

The Truth is I no longer give a damn to what others have to say! My fresh 365 days are in front of me soon *more literally in my case* and all I choose to do is to make myself happy and proud for how I will have spent these days.

Simple yet complicated act is to love yourself, for all the good things you do and good deeds you perform. You're a charming soul inside. All you need to do is to carry your self off pretty well in sync with the inner you. Why fall for someone temporary when you can fall in love with yourself permanently. 😉💕 *No, I am not Sheila from Sheila Ki Jawani, we share same feelings, may be. 😜*
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Power of Speech-3

It's never too late to Recover.
A simple conversation with ourselves and we will find what went wrong.
It's never too late to Apologize either, my friend! We never become small by saying "I am sorry." or by doing things to make others forget hurt feelings caused by us.
And
Its never too late to Forgive.
We only gain the bondings we shared with that relation by forgiving. We let them be a part of our joy and life, by forgiving.
Most of all, you won't be brooding over the loss of that relationship cause you'll never lose a person you loved by letting things back to normal. And it's damn easy to forgive and forget, than to remember and regret!
So far in my life I have recovered from my failures, I have apologized for my mistakes and I have forgiven the people I love.
And the best part is I have all my people with me, and I have no Regrets.
~ PraJna DreameR ��
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Power of Speech -2

Don't let people judge you!
Don't let your feelings be belittled.
Learn to value your feelings first.
It's true you live in a society where you need one another for bonding but not at the cost of losing yourself.
Happiness doubles when shared, True, but '... others happiness is our happiness. ' is a lie,
When your feelings aren't valued,
When your presence isn't appreciated,
When you're treated as a dead entity,
When you're Taken For Granted,
Learn To Respect Your Self, Stop caring more than you're suppose to and gain courage to Walk Away!

Hiding what you feel and what you're undergoing because of someone's faults is an Emotional Suicide! Stop Committing it.
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Walk Away!
Walk towards your self!
Value your self.
Just learn to walk away!

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Kill Them With Success, Bury Them With Smile!

When you have set your sail to the roaring wind,
You should not waste time thinking about the haphazard way it is moving you in, not about the way the wind is pushing you off the sail, not about the hustling leaves,  sand and dust that's getting into your eyes.

But you should process your thoughts towards finding a way to reach your destination amidst the odds.

People will pull you down when you fail, stone you for every inch you fall. They'll speak. They'll never listen to your excuses.

This is when you should dust your self off and raise to your original glory. Like a Phoenix a fire bird from ashes, rise, higher and higher. Shut the talking mouths with your success. Make your voice lower,  but make your comeback sound higher.
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What are you thinking about?
Go ahead!
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Kill Them With Success,
Bury Them With Smile!
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~ @kanasugaarthi �� (instagram / twitter)

Power of Speech-1

A friend of mine had said to me, never do something to get appreciated.
He was so true. I failed to understand all these while.
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Some days are bright
Some days are dull.
Some days you get what you want
The other days it's just the opposite.

You look into the mirror
You see only yourself,
Why get worried,
How others see you?

Today they'll appreciate you
Today they'll say they like your works
May be after a while,
They stop to even recognise you.

Never get drawn by
Others' opinion of your image.
Have your own self image.
It's your face you see in the mirror!
no matter when!!
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Rest all are passers-by,
They will stop telling you
the things they told you
All these while

They'll stop being a part
Of your happiness!
They'll walk out
of your life!

Stop Committing yourself
To others' thought.
Self love, Self Care
Is all you need.
~ PraJna DreameR

The Journey!

We never know where our life is being taken over to, never in a realistic manner, a runner might slip in his last minute winning feat, a singer might choke all of a sudden, they had no control over their destiny, they did their part of hardwork to succeed. When we lose something we feel belittled, we feel cheated and Coward, not that it's bad, but I just want to tell you, that's normal! It's okay to fall. It's really Okay to fail! World is full of opportunities!!! Never lose heart. We all share a journey in this ocean called life, we pass by a few rocks, stones, petals, leaves and flowers. Rocks prove us strong, while flowers show us we are softer inside. Never be afraid to ask help, never feel you're alone, we are all in the same journey, help and get helped. That's how things work out. A few come to teach us lessons while a few come to learn lessons. We share a journey, remember? Through this post I want to tell all my fellow insta friends that you're not alone, feel free to ask help, when you need it the most!!!
You're not weak when you ask...

~ PraJna DreameR

. Stay AWESOME! Stay Blessed!

Pic : Shivana Samudra, Karnataka, INDIA.
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Nothing is Permanent

Once upon a time, not so long ago, a Dark cloud was consoling a White pluffy cloud on a mountain top.

"Sometimes rather most of the times in life, I feel like crying, I feel helpless, I am not as adorable as you are, I am not what people might like, people blame me if I rain, people curse me if I don't, people don't give a damn as far as they're not bothered, they worry only when it's troubling them.
I being a dark cloud have many things to brood upon, but I am here for a reason, Good or Bad, I have to form clouds and rain when it's time! I am created for this reason."
White young Cloud ☁ which was listening carefully, was depressed in life, wiped away the tears, and started accepting the things the experienced Dark cloud was saying.
Further more.. The Dark cloud continued...
"Ups and Downs, Appreciation and Depreciation are all part of life.
Suffer when you're ill,
Cherish when you succeed.
Life is once, make it Purposeful..."
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By then the wind blew hard, another Dark cloud came dashing this one, two clouds melted to rain, the dark cloud ended it's purpose of life.
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Pic taken somewhere on Bengaluru- Mysuru Road, Made me write this story.
Disclaimer : The characters and the situations in this story are all imaginary and purely a fantasy.