THE KAVISAMRAAT
KAPILA KASIPATI
“Naan Rishih Kurute
Kaavyam”
“One
who is not a sage cannot create literature.”
A
study of the life of Rabindranath Tagore reveals that Gurudev
had been conscious of his greatness even in his boyhood. He had an overwhelming
feeling of his superiority over his environment, a feeling that he was head and
shoulders above all those that moved around him, a hunch that one day his
greatness would be recognised and that recognition
would bring honour to his homeland. He expressed this
awareness in his letters to Sir Jagdish Chandra Bose,
while the latter was in
In
a letter long before the founding of Santiniketan,
Rabi Babu wrote to Jagdish
Babu in London that one day the conceited western
scholars would cringe before them to seek enlightenment in the ashram they
were going to start. This was how young Rabindranath envisaged his own and the
future of his distressed country long before he became Gurudev.
His vision was realised when Santiniketan
became an international university
and the Nobel Prize for literature crossed the
I
know that Viswanatha Satyanarayana feels the same way as Tagore of the belated honours that have been conferred on him one after another: Kavisamraat, Kalaaprapurna,
Padmabhushan, the Sahitya Akademi award and, the
last but not the least, the Jnanpith National Award
for literature. In his seventy-sixth year, settled in his cozy home on the
banks of the sacred
Unique Personality
During
my long, affectionate and admiring association with this unique personality, I
discovered that Satyanarayana has the same sense of superiority as Tagore had.
He told me once: “I am sure I will have my recognition one day. I am also sure
I will get sufficient money to bequeath to my children.” True. He is, perhaps,
one of the few Telugu writers that make money by producing high-class
literature. When he was told of the latest award he said: “A sum of one lakh rupees is big money for me.”
That
irreverent remark reveals the man. You can always depend upon Satyanarayana to
say the unexpected and the un-pleasant, though true, in private audience or
public platform. This apparent unsocial quality emerges out of an extraordinary
sense of superiority over those around him, a consciousness of his profound scholarship
and matchless brilliance that most often make his writing pedantic, pedagogic
and showy.
Satyanarayana
has a veneer of conceit. In his Ramayana, for which he is given the Jnanpith award, he describes himself as a high-souled person–Braahmimayamurti. Even the greatest of Telugu poets,
Nannaya and Thikkana, he
says, had not the enviable reputation of having a disciple of his stature as
his guru (by courtesy), Chellapilla Venkata Sastry. This, of course,
is poetic privilege. Another Telugu poet Srinatha had
said: “The poets in Heaven are shuddering as Srinatha
is repairing there.” Viswanatha is cast in the same mould.
Detached Pilgrim
Yet,
there is not a trace of this ego throughout the length and breadth of his long
and lovable epic, Srimad Raamaayana Kalpavrikshamu. One meets only a humble devotee in
quest of divinity. In fact, the poet is absorbed and dissolves himself in the
admirable narrative. Viswanatha is a paradox of paradoxes. Like the Indian mind
and the Indian philosophy he seems full of contradictions. His mind and soul
wander in the Vedic woods of karma and the Upanishadic
ashrams of God-realization in the midst of a voracious reading of western
literature including Perry Mason and regular speculation on the cotton market.
And yet these are foibles of a fastidious sadhaka,
a detached pilgrim in the highways of self-realisation.
Viswanatha
Satyanarayana was born in an orthodox and opulent Brahmin family of Nandamuru in Krishna District of Andhra Pradesh. He is the
eldest of three brothers. His father, Sobhanadri, was
so charitable in his life that he left his children to the charity of others
and the compassion of Lord Siva, whom he brought from
A
self-made man, Satyanarayana is a Master of Arts in Telugu and Sanskrit of the
Patriotic
Scholars
His
stay in Masulipatam at an impressionable age brought
him into contact with patriot scholars like Mutnuri
Krishna Kopalle Hanumanta
Rao and Dr. Pattabhi Sitaramayya,
founders of the
Though
Satyanarayana did not figure very prominently in the national struggle for
freedom, he is an intense patriot and a scrupulous khadi-wearer.
He is one of the greatest patriotic poets of the land, who inspires the young
by recalling the glory that was
Satyanarayana
began to write in his fourteenth year and has ever since been conscious of the
high and distinguished quality of his work. He continues to write. Apart from
the rare variety and excellence of his writing, his exuberance is astonishing.
In sheer bulk, he is unequalled in the entire range of modern Indian literature.
In addition to his greatest work, the Raamaayana,
he has to his credit more than ten to twelve volumes of lyric, narrative and
heroic poetry; three or four volumes of exquisite ballads, a dozen Satakams, for which he won the Sahitya Akademi Award; a few volumes of short-stories, half-a-dozen
plays, literary criticism including prefaces to ancient and modern writings and
above all, more than sixty novels, each of considerable bulk.
His
Veyipadagalu won him the award of the
He
can thrill a child by presenting a picture in nursery rhyme of a squirrel on
the coconut tree. He can perplex a pundit by unmouthable
and impossible Sanskrit complexes. In between these extremes, any single
composition of his, in prose or poetry, reveals his distinct originality in
style and context. He has always something to say and says it in his own way.
He is never dull but ever provocative. A casual reading is not enough to
understand the depth of his thought and the beauty of his expression. One should
read Satyanarayana many times over. His poetry has the glorious simplicity of a
dew drop on a lotus leaf and the
awe-inspiring majesty of
Greatest
Writer
He
is undoubtedly the greatest living writer in Telugu. When personal rivalries
fade out, old judgments and assessments reviewed, when Telugu language becomes
more popular with the Telugu people, when literary standards grow higher than
at present, it is quite possible that Viswanatha may be classed as the greatest
writer of all times. The very variety, excellence and vastness of his work must
give him this place. There is no literary technique or type which he has not
experimented upon and enriched. The old writers travelled on foot, bullock-cart
and horse back. Satyanarayana lives in the age of space travel.
The
older poets had only Sanskrit as their backdrop behind them while Satyanarayana
has, in addition, the entire west knowledge and literature at his back. He has
the depth of bygone centuries plus the width of the twentieth century. While most
of his contemporaries have ceased to write and are struggling to publish their
meagre collected works, Satyanarayana is still writing with a surprising
freshness and vigour. The mature mind promises to
give more.
Six
years ago, Veyipadagalu was considered
for the Jnanpith Award. It did not win. This year, Satyanarayana’s greatest work, the epic, Srimad Raamaayana Kalpavrikshamu by securing the award has placed Telugu
language on the Indian map. Viswanatha Raamaayana
is not only the essence of the genius of
Western
Literature
In
this stupendous work, Viswanatha achieves the compassion, the decorum, the
simplicity and depth of Valmiki ; the sweep and
width, the vivid characterisation and dramatic
presentation of Vyasa, and the romantic beauty, the
rhetorical craftsmanship and the lyrical grace and diction of Kalidasa. To this
combination of classical splendour of the Orient he
adds the Occidental finish. With his acquaintance of western literature from
Homer to Huxley, Satyanarayana’s techniques of
presentation have gained a variety, precision and richness unknown to Telugu
poets of the past generation.
His
Raamaayana is, therefore, a modern
classic, a harmonious blending of the ancient and modern techniques of literary
expression and presentation. The unique command of language with his characteristic
coinages, the dramatic narration of sequences and the utter reverence with
which the poet approaches his task are a few of the outstanding features of the
work. Where Valmiki suggests, Viswanatha visualises. The story of Sita and Rama, the first literary
composition in the world, first presented by the twins, Lava and Kusa, in a pastoral entertainment with dance and music,
acquires in the hands of Viswanatha a cinematic dimension.
His
approach to the delineation of the grand women of the Aryan concept Arundhati, Ahalya, Kausalya, Kaikeyi, Mandhara, Sabari and above all Sita, mother-incarnate, is so exalting
and at the same time intensely human with sentiments representing the lofty womanhood
in the cultured homes of India. Then his Rishis–Viswamitra, Vasishta, Goutama, Satananda, Bharadvaja and above all Parasurama
are colossal figures that walk and talk across the canvas with the dignity of
the gods.
The
meeting of Parasurama the outgoing, and Rama, the incoming
incarnations of Vishnu, is full of tense drama. One feels the author is
projecting himself through the mighty wielder of the fatal axe, Parasurama.
In
the woodlands with Sita, Rama and Lakshmana, the poet
lives and makes one live with the rishis, the
rishipatnis and the virgins of the ashramas. The author is one with the flora and fauna of the
forests of the
Sure Foundations
Most
of these fineries that make Viswanatha’s Raamaayana scintillating reading, are not in Valmiki.
But Valmiki is the clear visible frame and sure
foundation. The design is Valmiki’s and the
super-structure is Viswanatha’s. The author says, it is
his own vision, his own experience and observation and so his own Raamaayana. So it is.
Yet,
I am not sure Viswanatha Raamaayana will
become as popular as the Bhaagavatam of
Potana. All over
Viswanatha
Satyanarayana appears to believe in the evolution of universal Brahminism. In a powerful short story, “The dog at the Maakli Fort,” he poses the question: “Do you need good
breeding and pedigree only for dogs and horses but not for human beings?” The
original Vedic aspiration appears to be the evolution of a higher and purer
race with a pedigree. Hence the Varnashrama
Dharma. History tells us that this experiment carried on in the Indo-Gangetic plains centuries ago has failed.
The
unravelling of the miracle of the gene, as the mystery
of the nucleus, may perhaps tell us that the ancient experiment was rational
and scientific. But in a world where in the name of equality we hug to
sentiment and prejudice, the science of genetics remains vulgar. But nothing can
stop the proud poet from creating his own Utopia. Kavi
also means Brahma, the creator. The poet becomes a poet when he becomes prophetic.
Of the greatness of the poet in society Viswanatha is rightly conscious.
–Courtesy Andhra Pradesh