RAMAKOTI: APOSTLE OF THE RENAISSANCE
K.
KASIPATI
Born in the last years of the last century, Ramakoti–Kolavennu Ramakotiswara
Rau–belonged to an illustrious band of brilliant men that represented the
undaunted spirit of resurgent
Ramakoti’s father was a
flourishing lawyer in the Zamindari
While
he had his early education in his home-town, he joined the
Kopalle Hanumantha Rao, Mutnuri Krishna
Rao and Dr. Pattabhi Sitaramayya
were in the prime of their life radiating the vibrations of the new-life. The
unwanted partition of Bengal, a foretaste of
The
spirits of Ramamohan Roy and Rabindranath
from Bengal, and Gokhale and Tilak
from Maharashtra were hovering over the sea-port town
of
It
was in this surcharged atmosphere that Ramakoti spent
two of his most impressionable years in Masula,
imbibing the spirit of the new times. Masula remained
his source of inspiration and sustenance. Ramakoti
was a good student and passed out from the college in first class. Like all
rich students of the time, he joined the
The
royal path for an opulent graduate of the time led him to the
After
taking his Law degree, he returned to Narasaraopet to
set up practice in accordance with the wishes of his parents. His mind and
make-up were, however, not in tune with that clever and worldly profession. He
was dreaming of a commonwealth of culture. The shape of it was yet nebulous.
In 1921, came the magic call of the Mahatma and
At
this time Prakasam, the Lion of Andhra, abandoned a
princely practice at the Madras High Court and founded an English daily
newspaper, the Swarajya, to spread the
message of Gandhiji. He gathered round him a spirited
band of youngmen to run the paper: Panikkar, Krupanidhi, Khasa Subba Rau, Varadachari, G. V. Krishna Rao and others. Ramakoti was one of them. The rigours
of a daily newspaper were too much for sedate Ramakoti.
He gave it up.
Swaraj
was not yet in sight, and Gandhiji devoted himself to
constructive programme. Most of Ramakoti’s colleagues
returned to their professions. An offer came from Hanumantha Rao in Masulipatam.
Would he take up a teaching job as Vice-Principal of the
There
was difference of opinion on the question of seeking Government aid to run the
institution, and Ramakoti left it. Adivi Bapiraju, the poet-artist,
was one with him. It was through Bapiraju that Ramakoti came into contact with Oswald Couldrey,
Principal of the
Chavali Venkatakrishnayya, an advocate of Narasaraopet,
was another dreamer that joined the Rau-Raju group.
In the course of their discussions the shape of the commonwealth of culture, Ramakoti was visualising, came
into sharp relief. It was a journal. To start with, it should be in English.
All the three went to
Ramakoti used to
explain to us: Traditionally, Triveni denoted, on the physical plane,
the confluence at holy Prayaga of the
No
one can deny that this noble editor had achieved all his objectives in handsome
measure. He did draw together idealist writers from far and near. Indeed he
made many. Beauty in form and content were the twin standards that he had set
for his journal. For sometime he refused advertisements
altogether. Even later, baser type of selling tactics never found a
place in his volumes.
The
Triveni office became in course of time the intellectual
The
Rt. Hon. V. S. Srinivasa Sastri
described the work and worth of Triveni in these words:
“The
Triveni is a high-class production–bright and elegant. Its appeal is to
a highly cultivated, select few. To make it succeed is a difficult task. The
men and women among us, who combine taste, judgment, leisure and means are not many. I am inclined to congratulate you on the
success you have attained. I wish somehow the writers and subscribers could try
to make it possible for you to keep up the beautiful Triveni.”
If
Ramakoti had not attained success in the
commercial sense, he passed away with the satisfaction that he had served a
cause, a rare cause. Through Triveni he had established
inter-communication among those who wrote in different Indian languages and he
had taken the message of
Ramakoti did not lack
support. He had it in plenty, Rajagopalachari, Radhakrishnan, Mocherla Ramachandra Rao, Govindarajachari,
Mirza Ismail, Tej Bahadur Sapru,
C. V. Raman and a host of others had extended their unstinted assistance in the
running of this beloved journal. But Ramakoti’s
ideals were too high to be attained, his fastidiousness was too strict to be
observed, his sense of beauty was too etherial to be realised, his standards of writing were too intellectual to
be maintained and last but not least, his sense of business was too childish to
succeed. He set his vision on the stars above in a world where men are prone to
grope in the mud. A lightning does not last. A beautiful flower must fade. So
was Ramakoti.
A
few weeks ago I met him for the last time. He was confined to bed with vision
almost lost. His voice and memory were perfect. He asked about everyone of the old friends whom he called the ‘Triveni family’.
He said: “They have all become memories.” Now, dear Ramakoti
has himself become a memory to us–a sweet and lasting memory.
–From Andhra
Pradesh