A GENEROUS AND HONEST CRITIC
PROF.
K. VISWANATHAM
To
pay a tribute to Sri Ramakotiswara Rau is to have one’s belief in human
goodness and ideals strengthened. Even chance acquaintance with him made you
realize his purity and candour. It was said of Burke that if you talked to him
for five minutes: sheltering from rain or stepping aside from a drove of oxen
you would say: “This is a great man.” I wish I knew Sri Ramakotiswara Rau more
intimately than I did. My acquaintance with him was that of a contributor with
the editor of a first class journal, a journal dedicated to the cause of Indian
culture, Triveni. My first article to be published in the Triveni
was Falstaff and the Sonnets. I remember with pride that day when I saw
myself in print in the Triveni. Today it is a commonplace
in criticism that the Sonnets contain the plays in some embryonic form. I
pointed out in that paper years before read large literature on the Sonnets
that the Falstaff story was implicit in the Sonnets.
It
is when I sent my paper on Lorca, I think, the Triveni promoted me as
Reader (it printed my designation so) though I was only a Lecturer. But some
mistakes are prophetic. Coming events cast their brightness before, perhaps.
Within a short time the University did promote me as Reader. I do not mind if
the Triveni commits such mistakes about my status and they come true.
On
another occasion I sent him a paper on Richards and Signifies. It could
not be printed in the Triveni as Sri Rau felt that the article was high class,
far above the range of the Triveni. A colleague of mine related to me how the
editor judged the article. It seems Sri Rau read out to this colleague of mine
(not a student of English literature, mind you!) a sentence from this paper and
asked him if he understood it. The sentence is: “To love poetry as ‘revelatory’
is crab’s locomotion; to love poetry as ‘intuitionist’ is a step forward and a
right one.” My colleague blinked naturally and threw up his hands in despair.
If a university teacher could not explain this sentence, how can the common
reader read the article with understanding and appreciation? ‘Revelatory’ and
‘Intuitionist’ are technical terms; one who has not read Richards fails to understand
and crab’s locomotion is, perhaps, difficult too. I argued with Sri Rau in a
letter that not every reader understands every article in a magazine and there
would be readers for the Richards article. I was up against the Editorial wall.
The paper published elsewhere had the good fortune of being read by Richards
himself then holidaying in
Sri
Rau had great regard and affection for me. In a public lecture arranged in the
University he referred to me and my contributions lovingly and exhorted young
men to contribute articles like me to the Triveni.
Kind
words are better than coronets.
In
a letter dated 5-2-54 he wrote: “Your very cordial letter is before me as I write.
It brought me great consolation in my mood of depression. And I was glad to
learn that you were promoted to a Readership. Prof. V. Subba Rao of
Added
to these he had a passionate love of personal integrity and independence. He
abandoned unhesitatingly and without regrets anything that reduced even by two
centimetres this area of a personal vision and conviction. He was an
individualist, not a Committee man, as we say. That is why, I guess, he quit
his berth in the Southern Languages Book Trust.
In
an earlier letter dated 21-11-53 he refers to the tiresome editorial work. It
is a most personal letter that I have preaerved–a cri de coeur. He longs
for rest which God gave him a few weeks ago. “I am now living in my home town
and in the house built by my father–a prosperous lawyer–in 1895 when I was a
baby. I am utterly exhausted in body and mind. I cannot exert myself any
longer. But I must attend to Triveni work till I can find a successor.
Even the looking into Ms. and proofs is tiresome work. I have cut out all
travelling, public speaking and broadcasting. My talk on Stoicism on the 7th
inst. from
In
a letter dated 4-3-58 he wrote to me about one of my papers in a burst of
enthusiasm: “I am glad the Modern Review printed extracts from your
article. It was indeed one of the finest things published by me in the Triveni.
Friends in
I
think good thoughts, whilst others write good words.
I
see him before me a fragile delicate sensitive face which reminds me of the
late E. M. Forster whom I had the good fortune of meeting at
I
know not where is that Promethean heat
That
can thy light relume.
He
was a crusader for the things of the spirit and the mind; he was a martyr for
values and convictions. He never allowed the world to taint him. He had all the
purity, the grace, the detachment of a drop of rain which has left the clouds
and is far above the earth.
Nothing
Is
worth our travail, grief or perishing
But
those rich joys which did possess his heart
Of
which he is now partaker, and a part.
His finest living
monument is the Triveni:
And
so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie
That
kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
And
the best service that we can render to his memory is to see that the Triveni
flows like a mighty river in the land spreading the rich alluvia of thought and
expression. Triveni is the hope of the Andhras and its editor the pride
of the Telugus. It is the braided Glory of the Nationalistic Movement, the
full-petalled Flower of Sri Rau’s patriotism. Sri Rau looked upon Triveni
as his darling child. Triveni was the soul of Sri Rau. You can easily separate
the fragrance from the flower, the moonlight from the moon than you can Triveni
from Sri Ramakotiswara Rau.
Sri
Bhavaraju Narasimha Rao is ably conducting the journal. Thanks to him I am a
member of the Advisory Board of Triveni. In my humble way I shall try to
further the cause of the Triveni–a worthier cause than many for which we
lay waste our powers.
Sri
Ramakotiswara Rau was a dreamer like a lonely peak touched by Thunder’s might
and encircled by Lightning’s flame. His dreams were the clustering clouds
pouring life-giving waters into the lotus of Love. Waters flowed from the
beauty-drenched Peak in three streams, banded themselves at the base and spread
over the
That
take the winds of March with beauty.