Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Coup On Arts – 04 [Quarter thief]

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Once there was, a city called Kunthala Nagaram. King Gopala Varma was ruling it. Golaharudu was his Minister. There was a village, nearby Kunthala Nagaram, named as Mathangi puram.

In that village, there was a thief by name Karthi Keya. He had four sons. He put their names as Full thief, Three quarter thief, Half thief and Quarter thief respectively.

One day, early in the morning he called his fourth son, quarter thief and said, “Look my son! I want to know your capacity in doing theft. Show your robbered wealth to me before sunset of this day.”

Quarter thief had taken leave from his father Karthikeya and reached Kunthala Nagaram. He approached a barber shop. By that time, the barber was shaving a customer. Quarter thief asked him “I want to have a shave. How much that you charge for that service.” The barber replied “Anna! [That means six paisa]. Quarter thief said, “I have in urgency. If you shave me immediately, I will pay you Pavala [i.e. 25 paisa]”. The barber requested his customer to whom he done half shave to wait for few minutes as “This man is paying me 25 paisa to immediate shave, please wait for few minutes. I do shave to this man and then I’ll complete yours.” The customer agreed.

The barber had done nice shave to Quarter thief. Quarter thief asked, “Do you have change for rupee?” the barber said “No sir”. Then Quarter thief said “Well! Come with me to market road. I’ll get change to give you Pavala.”

When the barber got ready to go with him, the customer who was waiting with half shave stopped him as “Hai! Barber! You made me to wait. And now you are leaving me with half shave. Complete my shave and go.”

The barber worried. Quarter thief said, “Why are you worrying? Send somebody with me to collect money.” By watching the barber’s son who was playing in front of the saloon, he continued, “Is he your son? Send this boy with me. I’ll keep money in his dress and send.”

The barber agreed. He asked his son to go along with Quarter thief to bring money. Quarter thief straightly went to a posh cloth shop. By watching his appearance the shop keeper thought that he might be a rich customer and received him with great respect. He asked the cloth shopkeeper to show costly saris: by keeping the barber’s son in his lap. The cloth businessman had shown costly silk saris. Quarter thief selected around 30 saris of each costly 2000 to 3000 varahas. In those days, that much money means it is huge amount. He said with the shopkeeper, “Our family women are in choultry room. You know about the women nature in case of sari selections. I take these saris to show them to select. I will return the remaining saris and I pay for the selected saris. You send somebody with me.”

Because that time was very rush time, so the business man was in trouble to send the sales man with him. Then Quarter thief said “Okay! Keep my son here. I’ll come back within half an hour.” The shop keeper accepted his deal.

Quarter thief took the packet of costly saris and left the shop. By another way, he reached his house and shown, the thiefted things to his father Karthikeya. He felt happy.

In the Kunthala Nagaram, the barber waited for his son and the cloth shop owner waited for his customer. After an hour, the shop keeper asked the barber’s son “Where is your father.” The innocent boy said “He is in the barber saloon.” The cloth business man worried and asked his fallow men to tie the boy’s hands and legs with rope. The poor boy frightened and started to cry with loud voice. Mean time, the worried barber came to the market road in search of his son. When he watched his son in cloth shop, he shouted “Hai! Why you are beating my son?” The shop man said “Oh! You are the co-fellow of the thief. Did you plan, one of you to theft the costly saris by keeping a boy here as security mortgage, and then the other person will come to take out the boy? I won’t leave you both. Pay my bill and go. Otherwise I’ll beat you.”

Such that the quarrel started and the barber and cloth business man were beating each other and shouting at each other. People gathered there to watch, intimation gone to king’s soldiers. They took both the men, along with the boy to the king’s court.

After enquiring in detail, the king, and the minister could understand the cheat and theft. The king said “Both of you got cheated. Without enquiring whether your customer is the father of this boy or not, you had given costly saris to the thief. It is your mistake. Go and do your business with care.”

Both the barber and cloth business man left the court. The king ordered “At day time, in busy market road, a thief succeeded to cheat people and to theft the things. It is ashamed of Kothwal of the city. [Kothwal means police commissioner of city] Within 24 hours, Mr. Kothwal, you have to find out the thief. The thief should be in prison.”

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Coup On Arts – 03 [Bhatti Vikramarka stories]

Such that art must be creating from feelings, emotions, in single word, art must be with heart. And art must be provocative feelings and emotions in the public.

Let us consider modern art of painting. Some paints will pour on the canvas and the paints will be spread by brush in any manner. But the modern artist insists us to imagine feelings in it. To imagine our selves, why should we feel from such color pouring on the canvas by an artist? Can’t we imagine such, from color pouring by a kid?

The modern artist insists us to imagine something from nothing, inversely the cine vamps are saying, “sex appeal, sex vision is in your eyes. Not in my dance, not in my dress.” What a contradiction argument is this? Such type of argument is the form of coup. There is nothing in the modern art of paintings. But we have to derive feelings from it. There is nothing dress on the vamps or heroines in movies. But we should not feel and say that it is the sexy expose of body.

In other words, arts were disappeared except the cinema and that monopoly art is bringing the man to animal status. Art is an energy which can motivate people from human being status to super being status. If arts are, discriminate to in quality, if the arts are ruined, people become emotionless, thoughtless, energy less and knowledge less. Then the only need of food and sex will remain in people, just like animals. Actually animals also are not like that i.e. without emotions and feelings. This status is least than that of animals. People in thamasam means, people in such status of emotionless and feeling less. Qualities in Arts were destroyed to lead people to this status. That is the coup planned and implemented by coup makers i.e. CIA, ISI, Ramoji Rao and their supporters.

In ancient India, even theft also had given a place, in 64 arts i.e. Chatushashti Kalahs. There were stories of thieves and thiefting. But in those stories, the art of thiefting was the hero, but not the thief. But in now-a-days movies like ‘Super’ and ‘Dhoom 1&2’ etc. the thieves are the heroes.

I narrate you a beautiful story in Bhatti Vikramarka stories.

Raja Vikramadithya, his brothers Bhatti and Bhrurthu Hari were historical characters. Bhatti & Vikramarka were the prime minister and king of Ujjain kingdom. They were devotees of Devi Kali Matha. They got boons to live 2000 years. Raja Vikaramaditya had a self- commitment to rule his kingdom for 6 months and to go on tour for another 6 months in country in every year.

During such tour time, once he faced a challenge to achieve a task. There was a beautiful young woman, famous as talk less beauty. There was a condition to marry her. The man, who wanted to marry her, had to make her to talk three times. In the part of such goal, Raja Vikramaditya made Bhethala, the leader of ghosts to tell stories and ask questions on them. Wantedly he had given wrong answers. He had provoked talk less beauty to give right answer and made her to talk like that.

In this context, king Vikramaditya made Bhethala to tell two stories and made talk less beauty to talk twice. In the third attempt, he asked the Dupatta i.e. covering cloth on the blouse, wore by women in Indian traditional dress, to tell a story to him as “Oh Payyeda! Your boss is not speaking. I’m getting bore. Time is not cheerful. So please tell me a story to lead time happily.”

Bhethala inserted himself in the Payyeda and said “Sir! This beautiful lady had tied me tightly on her blouse with a golden ornament. I am facing – trouble to breath. How can I tell you story?”

With surprise, the talk less beauty, taken off her payyeda and dropped it on the floor. King Vikramaditya said “Oh! Payyada! Your boss is so kind lady. She released you. Now tell me a story.”

Bhethala in Payyeda started the story.

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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Coup On Arts – 02 [Nana Faundnaveese]

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Once upon a time, there was a great man called Nana Faundnaveese in Poona Rajasthanam i.e. Kingdom. He was Deewan i.e. Minister there. He was very wise and sincere towards the king and kingdom. There was an idiom on his name as “Kab thak Nana, Thab thak Poona.” That means, “Whenever Nana is there, up to then Poona will be there”, such that he was governing Poona.

Once, to the court of king, a sculpture came with his 3 wooden dolls. The dolls were beautiful and very artistic. These were three women dolls carved with wooden painted with beautiful colors, decorated with colorful dresses and ornaments. A great surprise! Those three dolls were looking similar. They were 100% alike. There was nothing difference among them. Same size, same color combination, same shape, every doll is same to other dolls.

The wooden sculpture said “Maharaja! I request you to distinguish these dolls and identify them, which is very good. My request is to classify these 3 dolls, find the difference among them. With this request, I exhibited my dolls in so many kingdoms, but nobody could do it. If anybody full fills my request, in your court, I present these dolls to you. I request your good self to observe my talent and reward my art.”

The king, courtiers were felt wonder. The sculptures, Painters, poets and other artists had examined the dolls. The others also tried but nobody could identify which doll was great among those three dolls. The king asked Nana Faudnaveese to try and to protect the respect of his kingdom.

Nana examined three dolls keenly. To eyes, to touch, to smell nothing difference among them. There were thin and little holes on the lips & ears of three dolls. Suddenly he got an idea. He asked the soldiers to bring some dry grass sticks. They brought thin dry grass sticks. Nana penetrates them into the ear holes of three dolls. In first doll, the stick penetrated through its ear hole came out of its mouth. In second doll, the stick penetrated through its ear came out of another ear. In third doll, the stick penetrated through its ear didn’t come out.

Nana said “Maha Raj! Among these three dolls, the third doll is good. The second doll is okay. But the first doll is worst.”

The wooden sculpture clapped his hands and said “Yes! Maharaja! I’m presenting the dolls to your good self.”

The king felt wonder and asked “Nana! How did you decide such?”

Nana said “Maharaja! The said three dolls look alike, physically. But the first doll, the stick penetrated through its ear came out of its mouth. It represents people who propagate things & secrets whatever they hear. There is harm by such people. That’s why I said that doll is worst. The second doll, the stick penetrated through its ear came out of its another ear. It represents people who leave the things and secrets whatever they hear. They won’t remember them, understand them as well as they won’t tell them to others. There is no harm, no benefit by these people. That’s why I said the second doll is okay. But the third doll, the stick penetrated through its ear, didn’t come out of it. It represents people who keep the things and secrets in mind whatever they hear. They won’t leak it others. They understand the secrets, they remember the secrets. There is more benefit by such people. That’s why I said that the third doll is the best.”

All in court appreciated him. Sculpture said “Maha raja! The art must have the heart to feel. Your minister is very wise. He established my idea in this art. I’m very happy. Thank you very much.”

The king felt happy and rewarded the sculpture and made him happy.

That’s the entire story!

Monday, January 11, 2010

Coup On Arts – 01 [The Essence of Life]

Art! The essence of life. The taste of life. The fragrant of life. The beautiful way of expression of feelings is art.

I refer an example to you. While we are going on road, when we watch a pig in a ditch, drowning in mud, we feel hatred and turn our face towards other direction to avoid watching that scene. Though it is not giving bad smell, we don’t like to see such dirty scene.

Suppose a photographer had caught it in camera, and exposed as a photograph in artistic way and put it in photo exhibition. We don’t turn our face to other direction immediately from that photograph of pig in ditch. We look at it with a smile. There is a possibility to pass a comment like “It is a funny one” or “It’s lively” or “Can’t this photographer get alternate scene to capture in his camera?” any way we won’t feel dirty.

Suppose a painter had drawn a picture of a pig in a ditch, and painted with beautiful & natural color and put it, in an art exhibition! We won’t turn our face from that painting. We watch it without dropping the eyelash on our vision – we look at it with an admiration. There is a high possibility to pass a comment like “How natural this is!” or “The pig, the ditch, the mud, the dirty water drops on pig, everything looks as if they are real.” Or “How talented this painter to imitate this as if it seems to be natural.”

Any way we feel excitement and happy by watching it.

That is the magic of art.

Art can attract us. Art can mesmerize us. Art can teach us. Art can motivate us. Art can make us to think. Art has influence to change our attitude. Art can make us to joyful and to be pleasant.

In Indian life, every work, everything, every field had taken up to high maturity up to high standards, up to scientific i.e. shasthra level. To converse with humorous, with sensitiveness, with meaningfulness, itself is the art of talking. Sri Rama and Dharma Raja were described as Mrudu Bhashi and Satya Bhashi, which means Sweet talkative and Truth talkative persons. To make others to smile, to laugh is Chatura Kala i.e. the past role of now-a-days comedians. Telling a story, describing an incident, framing a story etc. etc. everything is the form of art. There was a general opinion among Indian women, the girl who ever is capable to make her eyes bright with kajal lines can be said as talented. Such girl knows the art of living. The life of both men and women in India, and every work in their daily life was filled with art, in previous. By knowing or unknowing, people used to practice them.

Before sunrise, Indian women used to draw rangoli in front of their house doors. Before sun rise Indian men used to melobon the oxen to work with them with co-ordination. Such that their daily life used to start with art form or work form. In their daily life, in their profession, art is the internal flow of their activities. Every farmer could feel thrust to show his art in tilling the field in parallel lines in perfect way. He could feel thrust to show his talent in sowing seeds, in planting little plants in rows and columns. Every housewife could feel to exhibits her talent in rangolies, in Mehandi drawing, in stitching, in embroidery work, in cooking food, in keeping house, in decorating the house, in receiving and serving the relatives and guests and in governing children. Every potter, every tailor, every weaver, every carpenter etc etc could try to establish their talents, skills through their work. This is quite natural characteristic of human beings, irrespective of time, irrespective of country, religion and society.

In fact, all human beings can be classified in to three categories. Satwa, Rajassu, and Thamogunas. Satwa could make the people, as thrustful towards working. Thamassu could make the people as thrustful towards laziness. That’s why in Indian culture, all the arts could try their maximum level to motivate the people towards Rajassu and Satwam and to eliminate the thamassu from people. All the literature, epic stories, religions, traditions, culture and life style, in India, in ancient times could promote the people from tamassu to Satwam.

But now, all the art forms were nullified in the society and cinema & T.V. became monopoly of all arts, and that cinema is motivating the people to sink in thamassu. Regarding this, I explained in the topic, cinemas. Except sex, nothing is getting motivation in public by cinemas. I can discuss in detail.

Before that discussion, I want to describe about the ancient arts, which we got as in heritage.

Indian culture had taken all the art forms to high level, as Shasthra i.e. to technical saturation. They prescribed 64 arts forms. As the world knows, sex also had taken up to Sasthara level by Sri Vatsayana, as Shrungara Shasthram. Music, Dance, everything had taken up to matured level. Those art forms including literature etc were used to dedicate to God, with devotion and idealistic views. The art form must derive from feelings; it should not be like modern art.

I explain some good example and some stories to you.

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