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Tiger Dance…..By Maxwell Pereira
I had occasion to pass through Mangalore the other day, and remember nostalgically some of the interesting aspects of an intriguing childhood spent there. Of the time when a class of people painted themselves or got into costumes to visit from house to house and perform their act like during Madri Gras or as they do in Brazil during the Carnival. Only, here it was in small groups or an individual venture, done more for the purpose of keeping up a folk art tradition, and earn those few extra bucks to supplement their meagre means.
Associated with the period just before Dusshera or Gowri puja, these were nothing short of a large scale public indulgence in fancy dress coupled with skilled street art - not necessarily a competition, but enacted for the sheer excitement of the period in time and the commercial prospects of it. Ingenuity and innovation, being the key factor to attract and sustain the interest of the viewer public. We children looked forward to this year after year, and made no bones about breaking rules and family taboos just to watch or get a glimpse of this form of popular entertainment. Whether they were welcome or not, these performers deigned to visit each house, to do their act of song, dance or recital to enthrall especially us kids, took what was given, and passed on to the next house that welcomed them.
We called them Vesha - meaning costume theatre in local parlance. And there were a variety of them in the season. When performers took to all forms, from being demon dancers - their ash covered bodies painted in frightening black and red, to impersonating tradesmen like postman, carpenter, pujaris, priests, mandarins and mendicants. There were 'bandar-madaris' with their trained monkeys and the tiny one-handed shrill drum of stretched leather with affixed knot-ended strings that beat with a tremendous din, by the mere twist of the wrist. The 'karadi' dancers with muzzle trapped bhalus (mostly black bears, - at times rare white ones too) with warning boards for kids to keep safe distance, who cruelly made the animal dance to their command. The koraga adivasi dancers were there in their grass skirts and caps made of areca spathes who played their own flute and performed a stationary dance with a peculiar foot movement to revolve at the same spot. Not to forget the kudmis of Koddel, and kunnbis with the traditional kol-ata typical to their tribe. And there were some, probably eunachs, who came and chanted 'siddhi-aur-siddhi' - what it meant to this day I don't know, - but did their inexplicable act and expected baksheesh for it all the same. We children listed the different veshas that dropped in at each of our homes, to boast and compare notes later, with friends and neighbours.
The highlight of the Veshas of course, had to be the Tiger Dance. Not everyone's cup of tea - from the performers' angle I mean. But there were traditional families whose members subjected their bodies year after year to be painted as tigers, beautiful Bengal tigers with perfectly real-life stripes and colours, headgear with ears and whiskers, not forgetting the fangs and nails too. I have seen tiger dances elsewhere in later life too, including in Pondicherry and neighbouring Tamil country, and can safely vouchsafe that no one can match the standards we witnessed in our childhood in Mangalore. And the typical drum beat of "….da dand-dara …tatt-tara, …" that accompanied the 'tiger' troupe announcing its presence in an area, used to send a chill up our spine. I remember my petrified kid brother once taking shelter by climbing into a large rice-storage pot in the kitchen. There was total panic then when a servant who couldn't find him suspected possible kidnapping by someone in the tiger dance crowd. Even so, each time the sound of drum beckoned us, in excitement and anticipation we would wait, watching the 'tigers' inside a circle of crowd take positions of attack and defence, while growling and snarling effectively at bystanders. We were fascinated also by the fanfare that invariably preceded the group, with their banners and trophies carried aloft on cross frames in the style of kings of yore and chieftains stepping out to war.
On the penultimate day before the final ritual bath to clean the colours off at the tanks of Mangalore's Mangaladevi temple, the biggest of them all would step out. Nicknamed Pili-Mutthappa, - the doyen among all tiger dancers, he made his appearance on the streets of our town to strike terror in our hearts, when we kids who held him in great awe were told to behave or else…. Far and wide had spread the fame of this one, and people from miles around flocked to see this folk hero who was legend. On this day were special treats like tigers going through fiery rings, acrobatics, and other feats to enthrall. To tickle our fantasies were tiger cubs too, permitted to accompany on this last day alone.
Not many of the youngsters I spoke to in Mangalore, had seen a tiger dance. Like everything else, even this folk art I believe had degenerated into over indulgence in alcohol and extortion, warranting the authorities to clamp down in an effort to control and regulate. Sad. Will it ever be possible for us to find ways and means to preserve and cherish what we ourselves once enjoyed when young, and pass them on to our progeny to also enjoy!?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- September 24, 1998
brings back memories !! yup, those were the days. i recall ... there was also a karadi vesha ..... and also a korgarachen naach, right??
hv a nice weekend maxie ...... leo
On Fri, Sep 14, 2012 at 10:21 PM, Maxwell Pereira <maxpk44@gmail.com> wrote:I am sure all my classmates would love this one.....
What nostalgia .....of those wonderful and wondrous carefree childhood days
Oh, the number of stories one can narrate of those times.. !
Maxie
The First Words recorded on Gramophone.....
Not many are aware of this!
HMV Company had once published a pamphlet giving the history of the gramophone record. Gramophone was invented by Thomas Alva Edison in the 19th century. Edison, who had invented many other gadgets like electric light and the motion picture camera, had become a legend even in his own time.
When He invented the gramophone record, which could record human voice for posterity, he wanted to record the voice of an eminent scholar
on his first piece. For that he chose Prof. Max Muller of Germany, another great personality of the 19th century. He wrote to Max Muller
saying, "I want to meet you and record your voice. When should I come?"
Max Muller who had great respect for Edison asked him to come on a suitable time when most of the scholars of the Europe would be
gathering in England.
Accordingly, Edison took a ship and went to England. He was introduced to the audience. All cheered Edison's presence. Later at the request of Edison, Max Muller came on the stage and spoke in front of the instrument. Then Edison went back to his laboratory and by afternoon came back with a disc. He played the gramophone disc from his instrument. The audience was thrilled to hear the voice of Max Muller from the instrument. They were glad that voices of great persons like Max Muller could be stored for the benefit of posterity.
After several rounds of applause and congratulations to Thomas Alva Edison, Max Muller came to the stage and addressed the scholars
and asked them, "You heard my original voice in the morning. Then you heard the same voice coming out from this instrument in
the afternoon. Did you understand what I said in the morning or what you heard this afternoon?"
The audience fell silent because they could not understand the language in which Max Muller had spoken. It was `Greek and Latin' to them as they say. But had it been Greek or Latin, they would have definitely understood because they were from various parts of Europe. It was in a language which the European scholars had never heard.
Max Muller then explained what he had spoken. He said that the language he spoke was Sanskrit and it was the first sloka of Rig Veda, which says "Agni Meele Purohitam." This was the first recorded public version on the gramophone plate.
Why did Max Muller choose this? Addressing the audience he said, "Vedas are the oldest text of the human race. And Agni Meele Purohitam is the first verse of Rig Veda. In the most primordial time, when the people did not know how even to cover their bodies and lived by hunting and housed in caves, Indians had attained high civilization and they gave the world universal philosophies in the form of the Vedas."
Such is the illustrious legacy of our country!
When "Agni Meele Purohitam" was replayed the entire audience stood up in silence as a mark of respect for the ancient Indian sages.
This verse means:
"Oh Agni, You who gleam in the darkness, To You we come day by day, with devotion and bearing homage. So be of easy access to us, Agni, as a father to his son, abide with us for our well being.
It is sad that such a GREAT civilization has degenerated today into a country brimming with lost values, corruption, and discord in every aspect.