Monday, August 16, 2010

“Here is God’s plenty.” .......... Dr. D. V. GUNDAPPA






ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮನ ಕಗ್ಗ - ರಚನೆ: ಡಿ.ವಿ.ಗುಂಡಪ್ಪ
ಏನು ಜೀವನಾರ್ಥ? ಏನು ಪ್ರಪಂಚಾರ್ಥ?||
ಏನು ಜೀವ ಪ್ರಪಂಚಗಳ ಸಂಬಂಧ?||
ಕಾಣದಿಲ್ಲಿರ್ಪುದು ಏನಾನುಮುಂಟೆ? ಅದೇನು?||
ಜ್ಞಾನ ಪ್ರಮಾಣವೇಂ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ|| ೪||


             ಈ ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನಕ್ಕೆ ಏನಾದರು ಅರ್ಥವಿದೆಯೆ? 
ಈ ಪ್ರಪಂಚಕ್ಕೆ ಏನಾದರು ಅರ್ಥವಿದೆಯೇ? ಈ ಜೀವಿಗಳ ಮತ್ತು ಪ್ರಪಂಚಗಳ ಸಂಬಂಧವೇನು
ನಮಗೆ ಗೋಚರವಾಗದೆ ಇರುವುದು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಏನಾದರು ಇದೆಯೆ? ಹಾಗಿದ್ದರೆ ಏನದು?
ಅದು ನಮ್ಮ ಜ್ಞಾನಶಕ್ತಿಗೆ ಮೀರಿದ್ದುದೋ? ಏನು?
೫. ದೇವರೆಂಬುದದೇನು


ದೇವರೆಂಬುದದೇನು ಕಗ್ಗತ್ತಲೆಯ ಗವಿಯೆ?|
ನಾವರಿಯಲಾರದೆಲ್ಲದರೊಟ್ಟು ಹೆಸರೆ?||
ಕಾವಿನೋರ್ವ್ನಿರಲ್ಕೆ ಜಗದ ಕಥೆಯೇಕಿಂತು?||
ಸಾವು ಹುಟ್ಟುಗಳೇನು? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ|| ೫


ದೇವರು ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಏನು? ಅದು ಒಂದು ಕಗ್ಗತ್ತಲೆಯಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿದ ಗುಹೆಯೋ? ಅಥವ ನಮಗೆ ತಿಳಿಯದೆ ಇರುವ ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನು ಕೂಡಿ, ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ನಾವು ಒಂದು ಹೆಸರಿಟ್ಟು,
'ದೇವರು' ಎಂದು ಕರೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇವೆಯೋ? ಈ ಜಗತ್ತುನ್ನು ಕಾಪಾಡುವನೊಬ್ಬನಿದ್ದರು ಈ ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ಕಥೆ ಹೀಗೇಕಿದೆ? ಈ ಹುಟ್ಟು ಮತ್ತು ಸಾವುಗಳ ಅರ್ಥವೇನು?
ಈ ರೀತಿಯ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳು ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬ ಮನುಷ್ಯನನ್ನು ಒಂದಲ್ಲ ಒಂದು ಸಲ ಕಾಡಿರುವುವಂತಹವೇ.

ಒಗಟೆಯೇನೀ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿ? ಬಾಳಿನರ್ಥವದೇನು!
ಬಗೆದು ಬಿಡಿಸುವರಾರು ಸೋಜಿಗವನಿದನು?||
ಜಗವ ನಿರವಿಸಿದ ಕೈಯೊಂದಾದೊಡೇಕಿಂತು?|
ಬಗೆ ಬಗೆಯ ಜೀವಗತಿ - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ|| ೬


ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿ ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಕಗ್ಗಂಟೋ ಏನು? ಈ ಬಾಳಿಗೆ ಏನಾದರು ಅರ್ಥವಿದೆಯೇ? ಈ ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯಕಗ್ಗಂಟನ್ನು ಯೋಚಿಸಿ, ಯಾರು ಬಿಡಿಸಬಲ್ಲರು?
ಈ ಜಗತ್ತನ್ನು ಒಂದು ಕಾಣದ ಕೈ ನಿರ್ಮಿಸಿದೆ(ನಿರವಿಸಿದೆ) ಎಂದರೆ, ಈ ವಿಧ ವಿಧವಾದ ಜೀವಗತಿಗಳು ಏಕೆ?
ಇದೇನು ಒಣರಗಳೆ
ಗಾಳಿ ಮಣ್ಣುಂಡೇಯೊಳಹೊಕ್ಕು ಹೊರಹರಳಲದು|
ಆಳನಿಪುದಂತಾಗದರೆ ಬರಿಯ ಹೆಂಟೆ||
ಬಾಳೇನು ಧೂಳು ಸುಳಿ, ಮರ ತಿಕ್ಕಿದುರಿಯ ಹೊಗೆ|
ಕ್ಷ್ವೇಳವೇನಮೃತವೇಂ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ|| ೧೯
ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಉಂಡೆಯ ಒಳಗಡೆ ಗಾಳಿ ಹೋದರೆ, ಅದು ಹೊರಗಡೆ ಬರುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಆಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.
ಮನುಷ್ಯನಲ್ಲು(ಆಳ್) ಸಹ ಈ ಗಾಳಿ ಇರದಿದ್ದರೆ, ಅವನು ಕೇವಲ ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಉಂಡೆಯೇ ಸರಿ.
ಈ ಬಾಳು ಬರಿ ಧೂಳು, ಸುಳಿ ಮತ್ತು ಮರ ತಿಕ್ಕಿದರೆ ಬರುವ ಉರಿಯ ಹೊಗೆ, ಹೀಗಿರುವಾಗ ವಿಷವೇನು? (ಕ್ಷ್ವೇಳ)        ಅಮೃತವೇನು? ಎರಡು ಒಂದೆ.
ಕಂಡ ದೈವಕ್ಕೆಲ್ಲ ಕೈಯ ಮುಗಿದೇನಹುದು?|
ಚಂಡಚತುರೋಪಾಯದಿಂದಲೇನಹುದು?||
ತಂಡುಲದ ಹಿಡಿಯೊಂದು ತುಂಡುಬಟ್ಟೆಯದೊಂದು|
ಅಂಡಲೆತವಿದೇಕೇನೋ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ|| ೨೦


ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೋಭಿಲಾಷೆಗಳನ್ನು ಈಡೇರಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದಕ್ಕೋಸ್ಕರ, ನಾವು ಕಂಡ ಕಂಡ ದೇವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಕೈ ಮುಗಿಯುತ್ತೇವೆ.
ಇಷ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಸುಮನಾಗದೆ, ನಾಲ್ಕು ಉಪಯಗಳನು(ಸಾಮ, ದಾನ, ಬೇದ, ದಂಡ) ಅನುಸೈಸುತ್ತೇವೆ.
ನಮಗೆ ಬೇಕಾಗಿರುವುದು ತಿನ್ನುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಒಂದು ಹಿಡಿ ಅಕ್ಕಿ(ತಂಡುಲ) ಮತ್ತು ಸುತ್ತಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಒಂದು ತುಂಡು
ಬಟ್ಟೆ ಮಾತ್ರ, ಈ ಪರದಾಟ(ಅಂಡಲೆತ)ಗಳೆಲ್ಲಾ, ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಮತ್ತು ಬಟ್ಟೆಗಾಗಿ ಮಾತ್ರ ಎಂದು ತಿಳಿದರೆ,
ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ನೆಮ್ಮದಿ ಸಿಗುತ್ತದೆ.

ಹೊನ್ನೊಂದು ಜಗದಿ ನೀಂ ಕೈಗೆ ಕೋಂಡುದನು ವಿಧಿ |
ಮಣ್ಣೆನುವನ್; ಅವನ ವರ ಮಣ್ಣೆನುವೆ ನೀನು||
ಭಿನ್ನವಂತಿರೆ ವಸ್ತುಮೌಲ್ಯಗಳ ಗಣನೆಯೀ|
ಪಣ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಗತಿಯೆಂತೊ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ|| ೨೧



ಹಲವಾರು ಸಲ, ನಾವು ಅಂದುಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದೊಂದು, ಆಗುವುದು ಇನ್ನೊಂದು.
ನಾವು ಚಿನ್ನವೆಂದು ಭಾವಿಸಿದ ವಸ್ತು ಮಣ್ಣಾಗಿ, ಏನು ಬೆಲೆ ಇಲ್ಲದ ವಸ್ತು ಆಗಿಹೋಗುತ್ತದೆ.
ಆದರೆ ವಿಧಿ ನಮಗೆ ಇತ್ತ ವರ ಚಿನ್ನವಾಗಿದ್ದರೂ ಕೂಡ, ನಮಗೆ ಮಣ್ಣಿನಂತೆ ಗೋಚರಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.
ವಸ್ತುಗಳ ಬೆಲೆ(ಮೌಲ್ಯ) ವ್ಯ್ತ್ಯಾಸವಾಗುತ್ತಿರುವ ಈ ವ್ಯಾಪರದ(ಪಣ್ಯ) ಗತಿಏನು?

ಕೃತ್ರಿಮವೊ ಜಗವೆಲ್ಲ| ಸತ್ಯತೆಯದೆಲ್ಲಿಹುದೋ?|
ಕರ್ತೃವೆನಿಸಿದನೆ ತಾಂ ಗುಪ್ತನಾಗಿಹನು||
ಚತ್ರವೀ ಜಗವಿದರೊಳಾರ ಗುಣವೆಂತಹುದೊ!|
ಯಾತ್ರಿಕನೆ, ಜಾಗರಿರೊ - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ|| ೨೨

(ಸತ್ಯತೆ+ಅದು+ಎಲ್ಲಿಹುದೋ) (ಜಗವು+ಇದರೊಳು+ಆರ) (ಗುಣ+ಎಂತಹುದೋ)

ಕಳೆದ ಐದು ಪದ್ಯಗಳಲಿ ನ ವೇದಂತವನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟೂ, ಈ ಪದ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ, ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಜಾಗರೂಕರಾಗಿರಿ ಎಂದು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಎಚ್ಚರಿಸುತ್ತರೆ.
ಈ ಜಗತ್ತೆಲ್ಲ ಮೋಸದಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿಕೊಂಡಿದೆ. ಸತ್ಯವೆಂಬುದು ಎಲ್ಲಿಯು ಇಲ್ಲವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ.
ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯ ಕಾರಣಕರ್ತ, ಕಾಣಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳದೆ ಅವಿತುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದನೆ.
ಒಂದು ಚಿತ್ರದಂತಿರುವ ಜಗತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿ, ಯಾರ ಸ್ವಭಾವ ಹ್ಯಾಗಿದೆಯೊ ನೀನೇನು ಬಲ್ಲೆ!
ನಿನ್ನ ಜಾಗರೂಕತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀನಿರು. ಎಲ್ಲರನ್ನು ನಂಬಿದೆಯೊ, ಮೋಸ ಹೋಗುವುದು ಖಚಿತ.

ತಿರು ತಿರುಗಿ ತೊಳಲುವುದು ತಿರಿದನ್ನಣ್ಣುವುದು|
ಮೆರೆದು ಮೈಮರೆಯುವುದು ಹಲ್ಲ ಕಿರಿಯುವುದು||
ಮರಲಿ ಕೊರಗಾಡುವುದು ಕೆರಳುವುದು ನರಳುವುದು|
ಇರವಿದೇನೊಣರಗಳೆ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ|| ೨೩

(ತಿರಿದು+ಅನ್ನ+ಉಣ್ಣುವುದು) (ಇರವು+ಇದು+ಏನು+ಒಣರಗಳೆ)

ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲಿಯೋ ಓಡಾಡಿ ಸುಸ್ತಾಗುವುದು. ಭಿಕ್ಷೆಬೇಡೀ ಅನ್ನವನ್ನು ತಿನ್ನುವುದು.
ಇಷ್ಟೆಲ್ಲಾ ಮಾಡಿಯು, ವೈಭವದ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನ ಮಾಡಿ ಮೈಮರ್ಯುವುದು.
ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಹಲ್ಲು ಗಿಂಜುವುದು. ಪುನಹ ವ್ಯಥೆ ಪಡುವುದು, ಕೋಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದು,
ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರ ಮೇಲೆ ರೇಗಾಟ. ಮೇಲಿನದೆಲವನ್ನು ಮಾಡಿದರು, ನಾವು ಎಣಿಸಿದಂತಾಗದಾಗ
ಸಂಕಟ ಪಡುವುದು. ನಾವಿರುವುದು ಈ ರೀತಿಯ ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೆಬಾರದ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗಳ ಒಳಗೆ.
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ಹೆದರಿದೆಯೋ? ಅವರ ಪರಸ್ಪರ ಬಲಾಬಲಗಳನ್ನು ಇವರು ಪರೀಕ್ಷಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವರೋ?
ಹಾಗಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ಇದರಲ್ಲಿ ಧರ್ಮದ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಬಂತು?

ಜೀವಗತಿಗೊಂದು ರೇಖಲೇಖವಿರಬೇಕು |
ನಾವಿಕನಿಗಿರುವಂತೆ ದಿಕ್ಕು ದಿನವೆಣಿಸೆ ||
ಭಾವಿಸುವುದೆಂತದನು ಮೊದಲು ಕೊನೆ ತೋರದಿರೆ? |
ಆವುದೀ ಜಗಕಾದಿ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೨೫


ರೇಖಲೇಖ - ಅಕ್ಷಾಂಶಗಳನ್ನು ರೇಖಾಂಶಗಳನ್ನು ಗುರುತಿಸುವ ಒಂದು ಪಟ; ಮತ್ತು ದಿಕ್ಕುಗಳನ್ನು ಸೂಚಿಸುವ ದಿಕ್ಸೂಚಿ
ಹಡಗು ಮತ್ತು ದೋಣಿಗಳನ್ನು ನಡೆಸುವವನಿಗೆ ದಿಕ್ಕು ಮತ್ತು ದಿನ ತೋರಿಸಲು, ಒಂದು ದಿಕ್ಸೂಚಿ ಇರುವಂತೆ,
ಈ ಬಾಳನ್ನು ನಡೆಸಲು ಸಹ ಒಂದು ಸರಿಯಾದ ದಾರಿಯಿರಬೇಕು. ಈ ದಾರಿಗೆ ಇರುವ ಮೊದಲು ಮತ್ತು ಕೊನೆ ಎರಡು
ಕಾಣಿಸದಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ, ಇದನು ಊಹಿಸುವುದು ಹೇಗೆ? ಈ ಜಗತ್ತಿಗೆ ಮೊದಲು ಯಾವುದು? ಯಾರಿಗಾದರು ತಿಳಿದಿದೆಯೆ?

ಸೄಷ್ಟಿಯಾಶಯವದೇನಸ್ಪಷ್ಟ ಸಂಶ್ಲಿಷ್ಟ |
ಇಷ್ಟ ಮೋಹಕ ದಿವ್ಯಗುಣಗಳೊಂದು ಕಡೆ ||
ಕಷ್ಟ ಬೀಭತ್ಸ ಘೋರಂಗಳಿನ್ನೊಂದು ಕಡೆ |
ಕ್ಲಿಷ್ಟವೀ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮಕೃತಿ - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೨೬



ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯ ಉದ್ದೇಶವಾದರು ಏನು? ಅದು ಸ್ಪಷ್ಟವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ತಿಳಿಯಲಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.
ಅದರ ಜೊತೆಗೆ, ಬಹಳ ತೊಡಕಾದದ್ದೂ(ಸಂಶ್ಲಿಷ್ಟ) ಹೌದು. ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ, ನಮಗೆ
ಪ್ರೀತಿಪಾತ್ರವಾಗಿರುವ ಮತ್ತು ಮರುಳುಗೊಳಿಸುವ, ಸುಂದರ ಸ್ವ್ಭಾವಗಳು. ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಕಡೆ
ಕಠಿಣ ಹಾಗು ಅಸಹ್ಯವಾಗಿರುವ(ಬೀಬತ್ಸ) ಭಯಂಕರಗಳು. ಈ ರೀತಿಯಾಗಿ,
ಈ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮಸೃಷ್ಟಿ ಅರ್ಥ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಬಹಳ ಕಷ್ಟವಾದದ್ದು(ಕ್ಲಿಷ್ಟ).

ಧರೆಯ ಬದುಕೇನದರ ಗುರಿಯೇನು ಫಲವೇನು? |
ಬರಿ ಬಳಸು ಬಡಿದಾಟ ಬರಿ ಪರಿಭ್ರಮಣೆ ||
ತಿರುತಿರುಗಿ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಹೊರಕೊಳುವ ಮೃಗಕಗಕಿಂತ |
ನರನು ಸಾಧಿಪುದೇನು? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ|| ೨೭



ಈ ಪ್ರಪಂಚದ ಬದುಕಿನ ಉದ್ದೆಶ ಮತ್ತು ಅದರ ಪ್ರಯೋಜನಗಳೇನು? ಇವು ವ್ಯರ್ಥವಾದ ಕೇವಲ ಓಡಾಟ,
ಹೊಡೆದಾಟ ಮತ್ತು ತೊಳಲಾಟ ಮಾತ್ರವೇ? ಸುತ್ತಿ ಸುತ್ತಿ ತನ್ನ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯನ್ನು ತುಂಬಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಪ್ರಾಣಿ ಮತ್ತು
ಪಕ್ಷಿಗಳಿಗಿಂತ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿನದೇನನ್ನಾದರೂ ಮನುಷ್ಯನು ಸಾಧಿಸುತ್ತಾನೆಯೋ?

ಕಾರುಣ್ಯ ಸರಸ ಸೌಂದರ್ಯ ರುಚಿಗಳೆ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿ |
ಕಾರಣಮೆನಿಪ್ಪವೊಲು ತೋರ್ಪುದೊಂದು ಚಣ ||
ಕಾರ್ಪಣ್ಯ ಕಟುಕತೆಗಳೆನಿಪುದಿನ್ನೊಂದು ಚಣ |
ತೋರುವುದಾವುದು ದಿಟವೊ - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೨೮


ಮರುಕ, ವಿನೋದ, ಹಾಸ್ಯ ಮತ್ತು ಸೌಂದರ್ಯಗಳೇ, ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಗೆ ಕಾರಣವೆಂದು ಕೆಲವು ಸಲ ಅನ್ನಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.
ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಸಲ ಬಡತನ, ಜಿಪುಣತನ ಕೃರತನಗಳೇ, ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯ ಉದ್ದೇಷವೆಂದೆನುಸುತ್ತದೆ.
ಈ ಎರಡರಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಜ ಯಾವುದು ಎನ್ನುವುದು ನಮ್ಮ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಗೋಚರವಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.



ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮನ ಕಗ್ಗ - ರಚನೆ: ಡಿ.ವಿ.ಗುಂಡಪ್ಪ
ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗೆಲ್ಲಿ ಪೂರಣ

ಎರಡುಮಿರಬೊಹುದು ದಿಟ; ಶಿವರುದ್ರನಲೆ ಬೊಮ್ಮ |
ಕರವೊಂದರಲಿ ವೇಣು, ಶಂಖವೊಂದರಲಿ ||
ಬೆರಳ್ಗಳೆರಡನುಮಿರೆ ಕೈ ಚಿಟಿಕೆಯಾಡುವುದು |
ಓರುವನಾಡುವುದೆಂತು? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೨೯


ಎರಡು ನಿಜವಿರಬೊಹುದು. ದೇವರು ಶಿವ ಮತ್ತು ರುದ್ರನೂ ಅಹುದು. ಒಂದು ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೊಳಲು,
ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಶಂಖವನ್ನಿಟ್ಟುಕೊಂಡು, ಎರಡು ಬೆರಳುಗಳ ಹೊಂದಾಣಿಕೆಇಂದ ಕೈಚಿಟಿಕೆ ಆಡಬೊಹುದಾದರೂ,
ಒಬ್ಬನೇ ಹೇಗೆ ಆಟ ಆಡುವುದು?

ಬ್ರಹ್ಮವೇ ಸತ್ಯ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯೆ ಮಿತ್ಯ ಎನ್ನುವೊಡೆ |
ಸಂಬಂಧವಿಲ್ಲವೇನಾ ವಿಷಯುಗಕೆ? ||
ನಮ್ಮ ಕಣ್ಮನಸುಗಳೆ ನಮಗೆ ಸೆಟೆ ಪೇಳುವೊಡೆ |
ನಮ್ಮುವುದದಾರನೋ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೦

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ಹೌದು ಬ್ರಹ್ಮವೇ ಸತ್ಯ. ನಿಜವಾದುದ್ದು. ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯೆಲ್ಲಾ ಒಂದು ಮಾಯೆ! ಇದು ಸುಳ್ಳು(ಮಿಥ್ಯೆ)
ಎನ್ನುವುದಾದರೆ, ಈ ಎರಡಕ್ಕು(ಯುಗ) ಏನು ಸಂಬಂಧವೇ ಇಲ್ಲವೇ? ಬ್ರಹ್ಮನೇ ತಾನೆ ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು.
ಹಾಗಿದ್ದರೆ, ಇವೆರಡಕ್ಕು ಸಂಬಂಧವಿಲ್ಲವೆಂದು ಹೇಗೆ ಹೇಳುವುದಕ್ಕಗುತ್ತದೆ? ನಮ್ಮ ಕಣ್ಣು ಮತ್ತು ಮನಸ್ಸುಗಳೆ ಸುಳ್ಳನ್ನು(ಸೆಟೆ)
ಹೇಳುವುದಾದರೆ, ನಾವು ಇನ್ನು ಯಾರನ್ನು ತಾನೆ ನಂಬುವುದು?

ಬಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟುಕೊಂಡಿಹುದೆ ಸತ್ಯ ಮಿಥ್ಯೆಯ ಹಿಂದೆ? |
ನಚ್ಚುವುದೆ ಮರೆಯೊಳಿಹುದನೆ ಸತ್ಯವೆಂದು? ||
ಅಚ್ಚರಿಯ ತಂತ್ರವಿದು; ಬ್ರಹ್ಮ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಗಳೇಕೊ |
ಮುಚ್ಚಿಹವು ಸಾಜತೆಯ - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೧

(ಮರೆಯೊಳು+ಇಹುದನೆ)

ಸುಳ್ಳಿನ ಹಿಂದೆ, ನಿಜ ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಏನಾದರು ಅವಿತುಕೊಂಡಿದೆಯೋ? ಈ ಮರೆಯಲ್ಲಿರುವುದನ್ನೇ ನಾವು
ನಿಜವೆಂದು ನಂಬಬೊಹುದೇ? ಇದು ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯಕರವಾದ(ಅಚ್ಚರಿಯ) ಉಪಾಯವಿದ್ದಹಾಗೆ ಕಾಣುತದಲ್ಲ?
ಈ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮನ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿ, ಸಹಜತೆಯನ್ನು ಮರೆಮಾಡಿ, ಒಂದು ಮುಸುಕನ್ನು ಹಾಕಿಕೊಂಡಂತಿದೆ.
ಈ ಮುಸುಕನ್ನು ತೆರೆದರೆ ಸಹಜತೆಯ(ಸಾಜತೆ) ಅರಿವು ನಮಗುಂಟಾಗುತ್ತದೆ.

ಪರಬೊಮ್ಮನೀ ಜಗವ ರಚಿಸಿದವನಾದೊಡದು |
ಬರಿಯಾಟವೋ ಕನಸೋ ನಿದ್ದೆ ಕಲವರವೋ? ||
ಮರಳನವನಲ್ಲದೊಡೆ ನಿಯಮವೊಂದಿರಬೇಕು |
ಗುರಿಗೊತ್ತದೇನಿಹುದೋ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೨

)

ಈ ಜಗವನ್ನು ಬ್ರಹ್ಮ ರಚಿಸಿದರು, ಇದೇನು ಬರೀ ಆಟವೋ ಅಥವ ನಾವುಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಕನಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬಡಬಡಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವೆವೋ?
(ಕಲವರ)? ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಕರ್ತ ಒಬ್ಬ ದಡ್ಡ ಅಥವಾ ಹುಚ್ಚನಲ್ಲ ನೆಂದುಕೊಂಡರೆ, ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಗೆ ಒಂದು ನಿಯಮವಿರಬೇಕು.
ಅಂತೆಯೆ ಒಂದು ಉದ್ದೇಶ ಮತ್ತು ನೆಲೆ. ಇವು ಯಾವುದು ನಮಗ ಗೋಚರವಾಗುತಿಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ!

ನರಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಯೆ ಬೊಮ್ಮನಾಶಯವೆ? ನಮ್ಮ ಬಾಳ್ |
ಬರಿ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಯೆ? ಅದರ ಪೂರಣವದೆಲ್ಲಿ? ||
ಸುರಿದು ಪ್ರಷ್ನೆಗಳನ್ನುತ್ತರವ ಕುಡೆ ಬಾರದನ |
ಗುರುವೆಂದು ಕರೆಯುವೆಯ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೩

(ಬೊಮ್ಮನ+ಆಶಯವೆ) (ಪ್ರಷ್ನೆಗಳನು+ಉತ್ತರವ)

ಈ ಮನುಷ್ಯರನ್ನು ನಾನ ರೀತಿಯ ಪ್ರಈಕ್ಷೆಗಳಿ ಗುರಿಪಡಿಸಬೇಕು ಎನ್ನುವುದೆ ಬರಹ್ಮನ ಇಷ್ಟವೇ?
ನಮ್ಮ ಬಾಳೆಲ್ಲಾ, ಬರೀ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗಳೆ ಹೌದೆ? ಇದರ ಮುಗಿವು(ಪೂರಣ) ಎಲ್ಲಿ? ಈ ರೀತಿಯಾಗಿ
ಬಗೆ ಬಗೆಯ ಪ್ರಷ್ನೆಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇಳಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು, ಅದಕ್ಕುತ್ತರವನ್ನು ಕೊಡದಿರುವವನನ್ನು ನಾವು ಗುರುವೆಂದು ಹೇಗೆ ಕರೆಯೋಣ?


ಬ್ರಹ್ಮವಸ್ತು ಊಸರವಳ್ಳಿಯೇ?

ಎಷ್ಟು ಚಿಂತಿಸಿದೊಡಂ ಶಂಕೆಯನೆ ಬೆಳೆಸುವೀ |
ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯಲಿ ತತ್ವವೆಲ್ಲಿಯೊ ಬೆದಕಿ ನರನು ||
ಕಷ್ಟಪಡುತಿರಲೆನುವುದೇ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮವಿಧಿಯೇನೋ! |
ಅಷ್ಟೆ ನಮ್ಮಯ ಪಾಡು? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೪

(ಲಷ್ಟಪಡುತಿರಲು+ಎನ್ನುವುದೇ)

ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನಾವೆಷ್ಟು ಯೋಚಿಸಿದರು ಸಹ, ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ವಿಧವಾದ, ಸಂದೇಹ ಮತ್ತು ಅಳುಕು ಬೆಳೆಯುತ್ತ ಹೋಗುತ್ತದೆ.
ಇದರಲ್ಲಿ ಏನಾದರು ಸಿದ್ಧಾಂತವಿದೆಯೆಂದು ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತ ಹೋದರೆ,
ಈ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮ ವಿಧಿಯ ಪ್ರಕಾರ ನಾವು ಕಷ್ಟಪಡುತ್ತಲೇ ಇರಬೇಕು. ಇಷ್ಟೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಅವಸ್ಥೆಯೆಂದೆನಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.

ಇರಬೊಹುದು; ಚಿರಕಾಲ ಬೊಮ್ಮ ಚಿಂತಿಸಿ ದುಡಿದು |
ನಿರವಿಸಿಹ ವಿಶ್ವಚಿತ್ರವ ಮರ್ತ್ಯನರನು ||
ಅರಿತೆನಾನೆನ್ನುವಂತಾಗೆ ಕೃತಿಕೌಶಲದ |
ಹಿರಿಮೆಗದು ಕುಂದಲ್ತೆ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೫

ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ಕಾಲ ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡಿ, ಕೆಲಸವನ್ನೂ ಮಾಡಿ, ಬ್ರಹ್ಮ ಈ ಜಗತ್ತನ್ನು ಸೃಷ್ಟಿ ಮಾಡಿದ.
ಅವನು ಅಷ್ಟು ಕಾಲ ಕಳೆದು ಕಷ್ಟಪಟ್ಟು ರಚಿಸಿ(ನಿರವಿಸು) ದ್ದುದನ್ನು, ಒಬ್ಬ ಮೃತಿ ಹೊಂದುವ ಮನುಷ್ಯ(ಮರ್ತ್ಯನರನು),
ಅರ್ಥಮಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ, ಇದನ್ನು ರೂಪಿಸಿದ ಅವನ ಹೆಚ್ಚುಗಾರಿಕೆಗೆ, ಒಂದು ಕೊರತೆ ಉಂಟಾಗುತ್ತದಲ್ವೆ? ಆದುದರಿಂದಲೇ
ಈ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯ ರಹಸ್ಯವನ್ನು ಪರಿಪೂರ್ನವಾಗಿ ಅರ್ಥಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಶಕ್ತಿಯನ್ನು, ಅವನು ನಮಗೆ ಕೊಡಲಿಲ್ಲ.

ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲಿಯುಂ ಮೋಹಸಂಭ್ರಾಂತಿಗಳ ಕವಿಸಿ |
ಸಲ್ಲದ ಕುಮಾರ್ಗದೊಳು ನಿನ್ನ ತಾಂ ನಡಸಿ ||
ಗೆಲ್ಲಲಿಲ್ಲವನಾ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಯೊಳಗೆಂದು ವಿಧಿ |
ಸೊಲ್ಲಿಪುದು ಸರಿಯೇನೋ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೬


ಈ ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ಸುತ್ತ ಮುಟ್ಟಲೂ ಆಡಂಬರ ಮತ್ತು ವೈಭವಗಳನ್ನು ಮುಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟು (ಕವಿಸಿ).
ಯೋಗ್ಯವಲ್ಲದ ಕೆಟ್ಟ ದಾರಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ(ಸಲ್ಲದ ಕುಮಾರ್ಗದೊಳು).
ಮನುಷ್ಯನನ್ನು ನಡೆಸಿ, ನಂತರ, ಈ ಪ್ರೀಕ್ಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀನು ಗೆಲ್ಲಲಿಲ್ಲವೆಂದು ಹೇಳುವುದು(ಸೊಲ್ಲಿಪುದು) ಸರಿಯೇನು?

ಅವತರಿಸಿಹನು ಬೊಮ್ಮ ವಿಶ್ವದೇಹದೊಳೆನ್ನೆ |
ಅವನ ವೇಷಗಳೇಕೆ ಮಾರ್ಪಡುತಲಿಹವು? ||
ತವಕಪಡನೇತಕೋ ಕುರುಹ ತೋರಲು ನಮಗೆ |
ಅವಿತುಕೊಂಡಿಹುದೇಕೋ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೭



ಈ ಸ್ರೂಷ್ಟಿಅಯ್ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದರಲ್ಲೂ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮ ತಳೆದು ಬಂದಿದ್ದನ್ನೆಉವುದಾದರೆ,
ಅವನ ವೇಷಗಳೇತಕ್ಕೋಸ್ಕರ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಯಾಗುತ್ತಿವೆ?
ತನ್ನ ಗುರುತನ್ನು(ಕುರುಹ) ನಮಗೆ ತೋರಿಸಲು ಆತುರಪಡದೆ,
ಏತಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಬಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದಾನೇಯೋ, ನಮಗ ಅರ್ಥವಾಗುತಿಲ್ಲ.

ಬೇರೆಯಿಸಿ ನಿಮಿಷನಿಮಿಷಕಮೋಡಲಬಣ್ಣಗಳ |
ತೋರಿಪೂಸರವಳ್ಳಿಯಂತೇನು ಬೊಮ್ಮಂ? ||
ಪೂರ ಮೈದೋರೆನೆಂಬಾ ಕಪಟಿಯಂಶಾವ |
ತಾರದಿಂದಾರ್ಗೇನು? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೮


ಪ್ರತಿಯೋಮ್ದು ನಿಮಿಷಕ್ಕು ಬಣ್ಣ ಬದಲಾಯಿಸುವ ಊಸರವಳ್ಳಿಯ ತರಹವೇನು ಈ ಪರಬ್ರಹ್ಮ?
ಈ ರೀತಿಯಾಗಿ ತನ್ನ ಪೂರ್ತಿದೇಹವನ್ನು ತೋರಿಸದಿರುವ,
ಮೋಸದವನ ಒಂದು ಭಾಗ ಮಾತ್ರ ಕಾಣಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವಿಕೆಯಿಂದ(ಅಂಶಾವತಾರ),
ನಮಗ ಆಗಬೇಕಾದುದ್ದೇನಿಲ್ಲ.


ವಿದ್ಯುಲ್ಲಹರಿಯೇ?

ಪುಸಿಯ ನೀಂ ಪುಸಿಗೈದು ದಿಟವ ಕಾಣ್ಬವೊಲೆಸಗೆ |
ಮುಸುಕ ತಳೆದಿಹನು ಪರಬೊಮ್ಮನೆನ್ನುವೊಡೆ ||
ಓಸೆದೇತಕವನೀಯನೆಮಗೊಂದು ನಿಜಕುರುಹ |
ನಿಶೆಯೊಳುಡಕರದವೊಲು? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೩೯

ಸುಳ್ಳುಗಳನ್ನೆ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಂಡು, ನಿಜವನ್ನು ಕಾಣುತ್ತೇನೆನ್ನುವಂತೆ, ಪರಮಾತ್ಮ ಮುಸುಕು ಹಾಖಿಕೊಂಡಿರುವುದಾದರೆ,
ಅವನು ನಮ್ಮ ಮೇಲೆ ಪ್ರಸನ್ನನಾಗಿ(ಒಸೆದು), ರಾತ್ರಿ ಹೊತ್ತುನಕ್ಷತ್ರದ ಕಿರಣಗಳು(ಉಡುಕರ), ನಮಗೆ ದಾರಿ ತೋರುವಂತೆ
ಒಂದು ಗುರುತನ್ನು ಅವನ ಇರುವಿಕೆಯ ಕುರುಹಾಗಿ ತೋರಿಸಬಾರದೇನು?

ನಿಶಿಯೊಳೇಂ ಕಾಣಬಾರನು ಹಗಲನೊಲ್ಲದೊಡೆ? |
ಶಶಿರವಿಗಳವನ ಮನೆಕಿಟಕಿಯಾಗಿರರೇಂ? ||
ಮುಸುಕುಬೆಳಕೊಂದಾದ ಸಂಜೆಮಂಜೇನವನು |
ಮಿಸುಕಿ ಸುಳಿಯುವ ಸಮಯ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೪೦

(ನಿಶೆಯೊಳು+ಏಂ) (ಹಗಲನು+ಒಲ್ಲದೊಡೆ) (ಶಶಿರವಿಗಳು(ಅವನ)

ಹಗಲು ಹೊತ್ತು ಅವನು ನಮಗೆ ಕಾಣಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬಾರದು ಎಂದು ಅವನ ನಿಯಮವಿದ್ದರೆ, ರಾತ್ರಿ (ನಿಶೆ)
ಹೊತ್ತದರು ಅವನು ನಮಗೆ ಕಾಣೀಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬೊಹುದಲ್ಲ? ಚಂದ್ರ ಮತ್ತು ಸೂರ್ಯರುಗಳು ಅವನ ಮನೆಯ ಕಿಟಕಿಗಳೋ?
ಸಯಂಕಾಲ ಮಬ್ಬು ಬೆಳಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಅವನು ಮಿಂಚಿನಂತೆ (ಮಿಸುಕು) ಓಡಡುತ್ತನೋ?

ಕದಕಗಳಿಯನು ಬಿಗಿದು ಬೊಮ್ಮ ಗುಡಿಯೊಳಗಿರಲಿ |
ಅದರ ಕೀಲ್ಕುಂಚಿಕೆಯ ಹೊರಕೆಸೆಯೆ ಸಾಕು ||
ಪದವಾಕ್ಯವಿದರಾಗ ವಾದಗಡಣೆಯ ಬಿಟ್ಟೂ |
ಓದವಿಪರು ದಿಟದರಿವ - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೪೧

(ಕದಕೆ+ಅಗಳಿಯನು)

ದೇವಸ್ತಾನದ ಬಾಗಿಲುಗಳನ್ನು ಭದ್ರವಾಗಿ ಬೀಗ ಹಾಕಿ, ಅದರ ಬೀಗದ ಕೈಗೊಂಚಲನ್ನು(ಕೀಲ್ಕುಂಚಿಕೆ) ದುರಕ್ಕೆಸೆದರೆ,
ಅವಾಗ ನಾನ ಶಸ್ತ್ರಗಳನ್ನು ಬಲ್ಲವರು (ಪದವಾಕ್ಯವಿದರ್) ಶಬ್ದಗಳ ಆಡಂಬರವನ್ನು (ಗಡಣೆ)
ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಸತ್ಯದ ಜ್ಞಾನವನ್ನು (ದಿಟದ ಅರಿವು)
ಒದಗಿಸುತ್ತಾರೆ.
ಇದು ಆದಿಶಂಕರರ ಭಜಗೋವಿಂದಮ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಬರುವ "ಭಜಗೋವಿಂದಂ ಭಜಗೋವಿಂದಂ, ಗೋವಿಂದಂ ಭಜ ಮೂಡಮತೇ,
ಸಂಪ್ರಾಪ್ತೇ ಸನ್ನಿಹಿತೇ ಕಾಳೆ ನಹಿ ನಹಿ ರಕ್ಶತಿ ಡುಕೃಇಂಕರಣೇ" ಅಂದಹಾಗೆ, ಅವನನ್ನು ಭಜಿಸು,
ಅವನಿಗೆ ಮೊರೆಹೋಗು. ಈ ವ್ಯಾಕರಣ,
ತರ್ಕಗಳೆಲ್ಲಾ ಕೊನೆಗಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನಗೆ ನೆರವಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ, ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಈ ಮೇಲಿನ ಪದ್ಯದ ಸಾರಂಶ.

ಆಹ | ಈ ಮೋಹಗಳೊ ನೇಹಗಳೊ ದಾಹಗಳೊ |
ಊಹಿಪೆಯ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯಲಿ ಹೃದಯಮಿಹುದೆಂದು? ||
ಹೋಹೊ ಹಾಹಾ ಎಂದು ನಮ್ಮ ಬಾಯ್ಬಿಡಿಸುವುದೆ |
ಈ ಹರಿಬದೊಳಗುಟ್ಟೊ? - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೪೨

ಈ ಜಗತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿರುವವರು ಹೃದಯವಂತರೆಂದು ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾವನೆ, ಈ ಮೋಹ, ಸ್ನೇಹ (ನೇಹ)
ಮತ್ತು ದಾಹಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಳುಗಿ ನಾವು ಹೃದಯವಂತಿಕೆಯನ್ನು ಕಾಣಲು ಕಾತರಿಸುತ್ತಿರುತ್ತೇವೆ.
ಆದರೆ ಅದು ಎಲ್ಲು ಕಾಣಬರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.
ಇದೊಂದು ವ್ಯವಹಾರ, (ಹರಿಬ) ಮತ್ತು ಈ ವ್ಯವಹಾರದ ಒಳಗುಟ್ಟು '
ಹೋಹೋ ಹಾಹಾ' ಎಂದು ನಮ್ಮ ಬಾಯನ್ನು ಬಿಡಿಸುವುದೇ ಆಗಿದೆ.

ಮೇಲೆ ಕೆಳಗೊಳಗೆ ಬಿಳಿಸುತ್ತಲೆತ್ತೆತ್ತಲುಂ |
ಮೂಲೆಮೂಲೆಯಲಿ ವಿದ್ಯುಲ್ಲಹರಿಯೊಂದು ||
ಧುಲಿಕಣ ಭೂಗೋಳ ರವಿ ಚಂದ್ರ ತಾರೆಗಳ |
ಚಾಲಿಪುದು ಬಿಡುಕೊಡದೆ - ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೪೩


ನಾವಿರುವ ಈ ಪ್ರಪಂಚದ ಎಲ್ಲ ಭಾಗಗಳ ಮೇಲೆ, ಕೆಳಗೆ, ಒಳಗೆ, ಹತ್ತಿರ, ಸುತ್ತಮುತ್ತಲು ಮತ್ತು ಮೂಲೆ ಮೂಲೆಗಳಲು
ಒಂದು ಮಿಂಚಿನ ಹರಿದಾಟ(ವಿದ್ಯುಲ್ಲಹರಿ), ಆವರಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು,
ಈ ಭೂಮಿಯ ಒಂದು ಕಣ, ಚಂದ್ರ ಮತ್ತು ನಕ್ಷತ್ರಗಳನು ಬಿಡುವಿಲದೆ ಚಲಿಸುವಂತೆ
(ಚಾಲಿಪುದು) ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಯಾವುದು ಈ ಶಕ್ತಿ? ಇದನ್ನು ಮಾಡಿದವರು ಯಾರು?
DVG was born in the year 1887 in Mulabagailu Taluk of Kolar district in the Indian state of Karnataka. DVG completed his primary school education in Kannada in the year 1898. He also attained basic education in English apart from learning Sanskrit on own interest. Later he continued his education in Mysore from the Maharaja high school. Even though DVG did not pass matriculation exam (10th Standard), he had discontinued formal education after matriculation, his essays were selected as chapters for Graduation text books and PhD thesis. He had vast knowledge in these areas:


Veda, Vedanta, BrahmaSutra, DharmaSutra
Sanskrit, Kannada, and other Indian languages.
Political situation of Karnataka
Ramayana and Mahabharata
Engineering (was assistant of Sir. M. Vishveshwaraiah, who engineered the K.R.S Dam, which was the largest Dam in Asia at that time)
Freedom fighters (Had been associated with Mahatma Gandhi and Lokamanya Tilak)
Western Literature (has translated several Shakespeare plays and other Greek plays to Kannada)
Islamic literature (Umarana osage, a translation of poems of Omar Khayyam in Kannada)
His Mankuthimmana Kagga is considered a Nobel prize winning material, if it had been written in English. The greatness of this work is that-it makes the reader see himself through the poems, to interpret the thoughts of the poet in his own way. The philosophy hidden in these short 4 liners is suited for any section of the society regardless of their religion, status, qualification etc. Basically it is for the entire humanity, such is the vastness and depth of DVG’smostoftheliteraryworks.
DVGdiedon7October1975.
Notableworks
SomeofDVG'smostnotableworksinclude
Poems
Kavite
Nivedana
UmaranaOsage
MankuthimmanaKagga
MarulaMuniyanKagga
ShriRamaPareekShaNaM
AntahpuraGeete
GeethaShaakuntala
Essay
Jeevanasaundaryamattusaahitya
SaahityaShakti
Samskruti
BaaligonduNambike
Drama
VidhyaranyaVijaya
Jackked
Mackbeth
Others
Purushasookta
Devaru
Rutha,SatyamattuDharma
EshavasyaUpanishat
Halavumahaneeyaru
MysorinaDivanaru
Kalopasakaru
MankuthimmanaKagga
Mainarticle:MankuthimmanaKagga
Dr. D. V. G in his later years also came up with second innings for Mankuthimmana Kagga  known as Maralu Muniyana Kagga. Another famous work of Dr. D. V. Gundappa is Srimad BhagavadGeeta Tatparya  or Jeevana DharmaYogawhichhasreceivedKendraSahityaAcademyaward.
  Award s and honours
Dr. DVG was awarded Padmabhushan by the Government of India in 1974. The State of Karnataka under Chief Minister Sri Veerandra Patil honored him for his services to Kannada Literature in 1970 at Ravindra Kalkshetra, Bengaluru and awarded a purse of Rs 90,000. Dr DVG donated the entire award money to found the Gokhale Institute of Public Affairs (GIPA) located in Bull Temple Road, Basavanagudi, India. India Post  issued a commemorativestampofDr.Gundappain1988.
In early 2002/03, a statue was erected to honor Dr DVG in Basavanagudi, Bugle Rock Park (behind Sri. Ganapathi Temple). Dr DVG's son late Dr BGL Swamy was a scholar and professor, taught Botany at University of Madras. Dr DVG's 2 daughters were accomplished social-elites.
[The Birth Centenary of Dr. D. V. Gundappa, eminent litterateur, savant, a polyglot, a great patriot, a prominent social worker and founder of the Gokhale Institute of Public Affairs, was celebrated under the joint auspices of the Sahitya Akademi, Delhi and the Government of Karnataka, at Bangalore on August 29, 1987. It was inaugurated by Shri Ramakrishna Hegde, Chief Minister of Karnataka. A seminar was organised on the 30th and 31st when eminent men of letters read papers on different aspects of D. V. G. The following paper read at the seminar is reproduced with the kind courtesy of the Sahitya Akademi. But despite these limitations, DVG’s legacy is a great legacy; we may repeat what Dryden said of Chaucer 
Men of letters are of two types. There are those who fulfil themselves solely or mainly in creative writing. There are others whose literary works are just some of the rays radiating from a central fla. 
These are essentially men who are involved in the process of purposeful living, men of endeavour and action,and their writing is a form of action. They are bigger, very much bigger than the sum total of their writings. They are architects shaping their lives, and writing is a means to an end. The great man to whose memory we are paying a tribute today belongs to this category. Poet, critic, biographer and master of prose, the President of the Eighteenth Kannada Literary Conference, DVG was also a member of the Mysore Legislative Council, a member of the Mysore Political Reforms’ Committee, the first President of the Mysore State Journalists’ Association, and the President of the First All Karnataka Journalists’ Conference. When Sir M. Visveshvariah was elected President of the South India People’s Conference in 1929, he insisted that DVG should be his secretary, not because he was an eminent man of letters but because he was a knowledgeable writer on political issues, a man of un-impeachable integrity, a man who could think clearly and express himself with precision and without rhetoric, and a man who could work in a team. This translator of Shakespeare and Omar Khayyam was also the author of “The State and Their People in the Indian Constitution” and “The Case of the People of the Indian States.” He gave the Kannada readers a unique poem: “Mankuthimmana Kagga”; he gave the people of Karnataka a unique institution; The Gokhale Institute of Public Affairs.  
“To make the world a better place to live in” – the expression has become a cliche. But to DVG this was the sole justification of life. He once made a startling statement: “All that I have done these sixty years is to be a journalist. All that I have written, be it on politics or philosophy, be it literature or music, be it in prose or verse, all that I have done, be it in the Legislative Council or elsewhere in public life, is just journalism in one form or another.” But what was journalism to him? He conceived its mission loftily: “As the policeman keeps awake the whole night in order that citizens might sleep in peace, as the soldier stands firm on the battlefield that his countrymen might live in security, the journalist has to shed all thought of comfort and has to toil so that all people may live happily.” He was a creative writer, but also a responsible citizen and a sentinel.  
Dr. Gundappa was born in Mulubagal, some sixty miles from Bangalore, in Kolar District. He came from an orthodox family, not too fortunate in worldly matters. He could not pass the Secondary School Leaving Examination. Married at the age of 16 or 17, he tried his hand at a number of professions – as a teacher, a company agent, a vendor of stamp papers and so on. For a time he found refuge as a clerk in a factory for painting jutkas, that is, carriages drawn by horses. The salary was ten rupees a month. But even this haven he lost after four months. But fortunately, his work here had brought him into contact with journalism, and he now became a journalist.

I do not propose to narrate in detail the story of his life, although the temptation is strong. After a brief spell in Madras he settled in Bangalore. His articles brought him to the notice of Sir M. Visveshvariah, then the Dewan or Chief Minister of Mysore State. DVG’s forthright views expressed in his own English bi-weekly, the “Karnataka”, displeased even his friend, Sir M. V. DVG grew interested in the country’s affairs. His writings drew the attention of men like the Rt. Hon’ble Srinivasa Sastry, and he became more and more involved in public life and discussions. He began with an admiration for British rule but soon grew disillusioned. He was a disciple of Gopalakrishna Gokhale who epitomized for him the ideal citizen – a man of integrity, of independent thought and sober action. He was like his master, a Liberal. He believed in equipping himself for any task he undertook. The Government nominated him to the Bangalore Municipality and then to the State Legislative Council; he was also a member of the Mysore University Senate and its Council – this man who had never stepped into a college as a student. Later the university honoured itself by conferring the D. Litt. degree on him. In 1969 he received the Sahitya Akademi Award for his Srimadbhagavadgeetatatparya athave Jeevanadharmayoga. Incidentally, his son, Dr. B. G. L. Swamy, received the Sahitya Akademi Award in 1978, for his Hasuru Honnu.
 As the passing years made the inevitability of the dawn of independence clear, DVG felt that the youth of the country should be trained for the responsibilities of freedom. The struggle for freedom demanded heroism, freedom itself demanded wisdom. With the young men who clustered around him he discussed the problems of a free India. He stressed responsible citizenship. Once, when I was with him, a bunch of young men came to complain that water supply to their locality was irregular and inadequate. They wished to complain to the authorities. He said, “Have you ascertained how much water other parts of the city are getting? If an officer asks you how many houses there are on a particular road in your locality and how many street taps there are, can you answer him?” It was this man who founded the Gokhale Institute. And its work filled quite a considerable part of his life thereafter.
 DVG’s work brought him into contact with eminent men like Sri V. S. Srinivasa Sastry. P. S. Shivaswamy Iyer and T. R. Venkatarama Sastry, and powerful Dewans of Mysore State like Sir MV and Sir Mirza Ismail. He won their friendship and regard. But he was never affluent. Yet he declined all offers of Government employment. He often assisted Sir M V; and Visvesvaraiah was not a man to accept free service. He sent cheques; DVG protested. Sir MV insisted; so DVG accepted the cheques–but never encashed them. Indeed, it was not in his nature to encash any service he had rendered. From those who knew him intimately, we have it on record that for years his wife would not visit neighbours because she did not have a decent saree to wear. Some of the letters which passed between DVG and his son BGL Swamy have been recently published. They show both how DVG was in financial straits and how he struggled not to be a burden to his son. In one letter he writes “You know the maintenance of this Chatram called our family depends on your cheque. In all seriousness I would ask you to look on this monthly expenditure of yours as an act of Dharma .... It is no pleasure to be such a drain on your funds. I have been thinking of a way of managing without being a burden upon you. I must soon find a way but how soon I shall succeed I cannot say. I await the mercy of God.” And yet, when his fellow-citizens presented him with a purse of a lakh of rupees he made over the entire amount to the Gokhale Institute. Even the five thousand rupees he got with the Sahitya Akademi Award went to the Institute.
 DVG was probably never totally free from financial worry but yet he was always a cordial host and a genial man. In later years he became an institution and a savant, and had visitors from all walks of life. Men of letters, sometimes from other parts of the country, Sanskrit scholars of repute and teenagers from colleges, a batch of young men and women from Gujarat or from Germany, journalists from Mysore or Madhya Pradesh–he never knew who might call on him. The interpretation of a verse from the Rig Veda or from Shakespeare, the ethics of journalism or the propriety of the utterance of a leader, the beauty of a couplet in Kalidasa or of a song composed by Vasudevacharya, values in education or a delicay which was popular fifty years ago–you might find any subject under the sun being discussed in his room when you walked in. And the most serious discussion of the most abstruse subject would be punctuated with loud laughter, often provoked by the old man’s own comments. He could laugh at others, and he could laugh at himself.
 The man made one feel younger. Even at eighty-five he remained young, and his enthusiasm was infectious. He was not a revolutionary; his speeches were not thrilling; but one felt one was in the presence, not of a rich man, but of a rich persona­lity. His words came from a mind irrigated by the twin streams of knowledge and experience. And he was rich in the friendships he had acquired and the respect and affection he commanded. The lad who had been unable to pass the SSLC Examination, had come a long way. And whatever he had, he earned by hard work. To give a simple instance, there was his English, I often wondered at his command of English. Even in conversation he chose the right words and used them with such precision. He had mastered a foreign language by sheer effort. He had the hall-mark of the true scholar – the devotion to precision. I think his philosophy can be summed up in two statements he himself made. Once, someone said to him, “All the world praises Mr. So-and-so; just go to his house now and see what’s going on,” DVG’s answer was, “Why should I take upon myself God’s work? It’s for God to judge. Let each man find comfort where he will, it is not for me to judge.” And, speaking about a certain Dr Achyuta Rao he says, “He believed that God had made honey and given man lips, in order that man might bring honey and lips together.”
 Apart from making life a continuous process of enrichment what did DVG achieve?
 There is, of course, the Gokhale Institute, a visible symbol of his sense of civic responsibility, and a tribute to one man’s vision. He was averse to all recognition. When a periodical published a laudatory article on him, he wrote, “Such praise of a living man is ill-advised.” As long as he was alive he would not permit the City Corporation to name the road where he lived, after him. And yet he agreed to a public felicitation. I think the only reason was that it would bring a purse of a lakh of rupees which he could donate to the Institute. Today it has a library of more than 80,000 volumes, and these include some rare classics. It is one of the centres of cultural activities in Bangalore.
 It is not for me to assess DVG’s work as a legislator or his political thought. But I must mention his contribution to Kannada through the Kannada Sahitya Parishat. The Yuvaraja was the President but the Vice-President was really in charge of the institution. Those were days when the Parishat had but meagre funds and yet as Vice-President, DVG added new dimensions to its work. I wish to mention just two schemes. In a country where the overwhelming majority were illiterate, he saw the “gamaki” a man who could render poetry effectively, as a link between the poet and the reader. He started training classes in gamaka; the gamakis were trained to render not only, the classics but modern poems. Secondly he organized the Vasantha Sahityotsava in a highly imaginative way. He realized that, sooner or later, the language of the people had to be the language of instruction. He invited professors of the university to speak in Kannada on the subjects of their specialization and got teachers from all over the state to attend. Sceptical professors and diffident professors were soon looking for technical equivalents in Kannada.
 DVG is one of the Navodaya, that is, Renaissance, writers. These writers formed the bridge between the literature of the pre-Modern Age and the literature of the Modern Age. From the west, ideas, books and challenges came flooding the mind. These writers had, like Ishwara arresting the devastating onrush of Ganga, to arrest this flood and to ensure that they and their generation were not swept off their feet. They were steeped in classical Sanskrit and Kannada in literatures, and Indian philosophy. H is to the credit of this generation that it absorbed the shock and shaped a new and forward-looking literature without sacrificing into inheritance. DVG belonged to this generation.
 So far as I know, the first serious discussion of the nature and role of literature, in the Navodaya Age, was in a talk given by DVG in September 1920. The talk was subsequently published with the title, “Sahitya mathu Janajeevana”. The first observation he makes is this: most Kannada poets sustained themselves in borrowings from Sanskrit; contemporary poets have little knowledge of the world they live in. Therefore, says DVG, if a man should say, “If I do not know Sanskrit I lose something; if I do not know English, I lose something. But what do I lose if I do not know Kannada, we have no answer.” DVG insists on the contemporary relevance of literature, and on the close relationship between the literature of an age and the social environment in which it takes shape. To quote him, “Where the life of the people moves vigorously towards many goals, purposeful and meaningful writing will appear. But where the life of the people is bereft of heroism and magnanimity, where the people are immersed in mere sordid toil, great poetry cannot be born.” And of the language he says, “This is a lesson Kannadigas will do well to remember; the more precise our understanding of our political and economic duties the more earnest the implementation of them, the better and stronger our language becomes.” Even more interestingly, he asserts that the same inspiration shaped the founding of the Indian National Congress, the vision of Sir M V which led to the construction of the Krishnaraja Sagara Dam, the research of Sir Jagadishachindra Bose, and the poetry of Rabindranatha Tagore.... The process of the nativization of Western poetics is at work here. The mind moves freely from Anandavardhana to Gilbert Murray, and examples are drawn from Kalidasa and Shakespeare. DVG quotes the Sanskrit verse “Niyamakriti niyatirahitam”, etc., and immediately adds, “This is the view of Western writers on poetics, too.” Referring to the Renaissance Age of daring acts and adventurous thought, the age from which a Shakespeare emerged, DVG reflects, “Such must have been the age of Vyasa also”. Speaking of creative writing he observes, “If poetry is to be sweet to the lips and the ears of the reader, its language must be graceful; if it is to appeal to their intellect it must have weight of content. If this is to be achieved poetry needs the discipline of the Indian poet and the unfettered thought of the English poet.”….. Behind his exposition of the power of poetry are the well-known Indian concept of “kanthasammithi” and Shelley’s assertion that the imagination is at the root of all morality.
 Since separate papers are being presented on the creative and critical writings of DVG, I shall not be so presumptuous as to attempt a detailed study of either. But for the sake of completeness I shall take the liberty of offering some observations. DVG’s reaction to the Western influence as a creative writer is also one of rewarding assimilation. The biography was one of the forms which came to Kannada at the time of its Renaissance. DVG has given us some excellent biographies. A study of an early collection of his poems, like “Nivedana”, published in 1924, is interesting. The lyric came to Kannada from English literature (except for the devotional outpourings of the Vachankaras and the Haridasas). The pioneers were faced with the task of finding the right metres and diction for the new form and spirit. Here is a young poet, flexing his literary muscles, as it wore. The metres he chooses are indigenous metres, like the “seesa”, the “kanda” and the “shatpadi”; but the spirit is modern, I would particularly refer to the poem, “Belurina Shila Balikeyaru”. It is an ode addressed to the lovely nymphs who adorn the brackets in the Channakeshava Temple in Belur. The stanzas are regular in the sense that the metres are clearly defined and recognized, like the “kanda” and the “vritta”; but all the stanzas do not employ the same metre. Though the metres are native Kannada metres the total form, the ode itself, is the gift of English poetry. The poem is reminiscent of Keats’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn”. It contains the Kannada rendering of a line from Keats’s ode, “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter”; it glances at the famous words, “Beauty is Truth, Truth is Beauty”. But more important than these technical experimentation and Keatsian influence is the spirit of the poem. The temple is conceived as the mansion of the bewitching beauties in love with the Vishwashilpi, proclaiming the “mantra” of “sarasa jeevana” or a life of aesthetic joy. God is neither Power nor Justice nor even Mercy here; he is the Supreme Lover, the Fountain of joy. It is a distinctly individual response to life, not didactic but moral in the best sense, in the sense that it recognizes the enrichment of life as the highest worship.
 The word often used to describe DVG Is “dheemantha.” The epithet finds full justification in a poem like “Manku­thimmana Kagga.” It has proved to be one of the most popular poems in the language, and in the course of forty-four years has seen eight editions. The poem has a frame; also, the opening verses capture the vision of a vast universe in which millions of lives are engaged in a frenzied dance, a universe of awesome clashes and invasions, a universe of balls of fire and of terrifying abysses. The questions are asked: What is the goal of man, inhabitating such a universe? What is his worth? His end? What is the meaning of it all? It seems to me that the rest of the poem is to be read in thils context – of a sentient and intelligent being in an immense universe in which inscrutable forces are at work. In every section the speaker-viewer shifts his point of view, but informing the entire poem is a central vision of the meaningfulness of life, even when viewed in the frame of the vastness of the universe and the immensity of Time. Again and again the reader feels as if a button has been pressed and a light flashes forth. The best parts of the poem achieve a balance of thought and feeling, a balance, to use a cliché, of the head and the heart.
 A few words about another important work, and I have done. This is the eight-volume “Jnapaka Chitrashale.” This was the work of his later years. In fact, the last volume was a posthumous publication. The work can be viewed from several angles – as reminiscences, as cultural history, as a gallery of portraits, as sparkling and thoughtful prose. Here is an elderly man of letters, his mind steeped in Indian thought and literature, writing with a sheer delights in the wealth and variety of human nature which reminds one of the Shakespeare of the comedies, of Ben Jonson, of Goldsmith and Jane Austen and Dickens and Bernard Shaw. The vitality, the enduring strength of a people manifests here in a hundred forms, in people of all castes and social levels. DVG is aware of how much of injustice, cruelty and stupidity there is in life; but his eyes are fixed on the goodness and culture of people. Charity and magnanimity characterize the re-creation of this teeming world. And at the end of it all, he helps us retain our faith in and respect for man. It is a vision of ripeness which makes life worth living, of inner strength which makes life bearable; it is a brave vision for which one is grateful to DVG.
 Certain aspects of DVG’s writings may strike a later-day reader as limitations. Thus, in his recorded response to life it seems to me that he does not reckon with Evil. Not that he was unaware of its presence or its power. But, in his vision of the flowering of the spirit the withering power of Evil does not receive the attention it ought to. In fact, it seems to me that this is the limitation of most of the writers of his generation. Secondly, the vision focuses on the ripeness of the individual spirit; but the society it takes for granted is a static society and, it seems to me, the problem of social change is scarcely recognized.
life a continuous process of Enrichment.....Neelanjan

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Having no money for the bus fare, HN, famously covered the 85 kms to Bangalore on foot; arriving at the National College and staying there for the rest of his life.





Hosur a village near Gauribidanur in Kolar districts in Karnataka, where he was born to a very poor parents they were the most illiterate people among others, moreover they were from most disadvantaged community.
As soon Narasimhaiah completed his elementary education, he left Kolar and came to Bangalore to join National High School at Basavanagudi in Bangalore in the year 1935, later he earned his B.Sc., in honors as well as Master’s degree in Physics in distinction from the famous Central College in Bangalore in the year 1946, then his next assignment was to join National College at Bangalore as an Lecturer.
From 1946 to 1957 he taught at National College later he went to Columbus, Ohio and got his PhD in Nuclear Physics from Ohio State University in the year 1960, later he become the principal of National College at Basavanagudi in Bangalore and he served in that position from 1961 to 1972, from 1967 to 1968 he got Fulbright Scholarship and also taught at Southern Illinois, University at Carbondale, Illinois as an visiting professor, later in the year 1962, he founded a forum called Bangalore Science Forum, which has the distinction of conducting weekly public lectures on important science topics.
In the year 1973 he became Vice-Chancellor of the Bangalore University and served in that position till 1977, in that period the Bangalore University saw some major and drastic changes, one among them was he introduced psychology, social work, drama, music and also dance as major optional subjects, he has served as an MLC, and in the year 1984 in recognition to his social and educational service he was conferred Padma Bhushana from the Indian Government, he left for heavenly abode on 31st January in the year 2005, at that time he was serving as the President of the National Education Society.
He had practiced the Gandhian principles throughout his life, as he stayed at same bare hostel room for over 50 years even when he was the Vice-Chancellor of Bangalore University, a disciplined habit, simple living and a very frugally natured, he entered that bare hostel room as an student, later as an lecturer, then as principal and after that as an Vice-Chancellor, a lean and a tall figured Narasimhaiah wore Khadi Dhoti and Khadi Jubba with a Gandhi Topi for his entire life.
As he was born in an disadvantaged community he was not allowed to attend the classes by his headmaster, very next day he came to Bangalore in bare foot covering 85 km to join National High School at Bangalore
  He was very serious about the work a stuffy professor but he was also famous for his sense of humor. One of his humorous example was as an freedom fighter he was jailed at Central Jail for three times, once he said central jail is no different from central college where he was the principal because in both places he was given free food, his slogan always was he wants to live to work and will work till he dies.
Now many of his students are in prominent positions holding prestigious scientific chairs in universities and prestigious research institutions, many have become Emeritus professors, successful journalists and entrepreneurs. Science and its promotion was his constant concern
Even in his death he has written a will in that he has requested the state and college authorities not to declare a holiday after his death, though the grief of his death was genuine because of his presence in an permanent natured, as the trees he had planted and nurtured at National College, Basavanagudi, Bangalore still there to tell about him and his achievements.
 HN’s family background was anything but lofty or given traditionally to achievements in education or the higher arts. Born to a poor teacher in Karnataka’s Hosur village, Narasimhaiah would’ve dropped out of school but for the vision of his kind headmaster M S Narayan Rai, who spotted keen intelligence in the boy. Upon his own transfer to Bangalore’s ‘National School’, he urged Narasimhaiah to come and study there. Deeply influenced by Gandhi, Narasimhaiah took to wearing Khadi when very young, sticking to it all his life, among other Gandhian beliefs.
The highpoint of his life was meeting Gandhiji as a boy of 14,in 1936 at his School in Bangalore. Narasimhaiah translated Gandhiji’s speech to Kannada- a feat he never ceased to be amazed with himself! It was a story he was to tell all his life to his students, they in turn basking in reflected glory.
After his Masters in Physics, Narasimhaiah went on to do his PhD in Nuclear Physics from the Ohio State University in ‘46. His tale of how he survived on Ragi for two years went on to become part of HN lore.
Hardly the serious, stuffy Professor, HN was famous for his sense of humour, often at his own expense. Students chuckle remembering how he’d bribe them with ‘Kadlekai’ (groundnuts) to stay on in physics class on sleepy Saturday afternoons; or how responding to a reporter’s query of his experiences in Jail (to which he went thrice in different parts of the country during the Freedom Struggle) he said he found the ‘Central Jail’, where he was housed, no different than the ‘Central College hostel’ - across the road- because in both places, he was given free food! He took life lightly, and would say, “I want to live to work; will work till I die”. (Read a profile of him in Kannada)
Most of his ex-students went on to hold prestigious scientific chairs in Universities and high profile research institutions, becoming Emeritus Professors or successful journalists or entrepreneurs. HN however stuck to dedicating his life (and his remarkable mind) to serve education, accepting no other vocation but that, in his long life.
Science and its promotion were a constant passion � this writer remembers being introduced to him several years ago and HN only saying ‘Yaake, pure science ododikke ishta illava?’- ‘Don’t you want to study ‘Pure Science’?’ The Deccan Herald, in its tribute to the man, recollected the day he was conferred with the Padma Bhushan, when HN called up the newspaper to only inquire whether the press release of the latest Science Forum event he’d sent had reached them or not!
True to form, HN had expressly stated in his will that there be no holiday declared in the School and College at his death. He had to be denied that wish: the grieving numbers of his students and the press of visitors, come to see him one last time, forced the authorities to declare the day off.
Although not formally aligned to any political party, HN was resolutely opposed to fundamentalism of every kind. "He had the courage to stand up for what he believed in," said Dr. G. Ramakrishna, former Professor of English at the National College, and a close friend and colleague of HN's. Ramakrishna recalled an incident in the early 1970's when, during the university convocation, he and a group of teachers and students led a demonstration against the chief guest, the jurist Nani Palkhiwala. Palkhiwala had written an article supporting the entry of the U.S. Seventh Fleet into the Bay of Bengal just prior to the Bangladesh war. HN was principal of the National College at that time, and was asked by the Registrar of the University to take disciplinary action against Ramakrishna for demonstrating during the University convocation. "HN tore up the letter in front of a group of teachers saying that it did not deserve a response. He said that it was the democratic right of everyone to protest, and in this case, the protest was entirely legitimate!"
HN was known for his quick wit. On one occasion when he was sick, he asked the college authorities to send two boys to help him. On seeing four eager boys at his door instead of two, he is said to have remarked, "I didn't ask for my pall bearers, you know".
HN above all was a communicator,
and it was with children that he was at his best.
Although he had left strict instructions that on no account should a holiday be declared
when he died students and teachers from the
National School and College poured out of their classrooms on hearing of his death
to have a last glimpse of the man who taught them to
Ask the question "Why?-Neelanjan
"



K.V. Subbanna (: ಕುಂತಗೋಡು ವಿಭೂತಿ ಸುಬ್ಬಣ್ಣ) (1932-16 July 2005)



Kuntagodu Vibhuthi Subbanna Subbanna's life and career are Evidence enough To hope that it has not been the end of Gandhi after all........
Subbanna says " He needs only that which he can recognise in the little community. Any claim beyond such recognition would only be intellectual arrogance."
He was constantly in search for methods by which harmony could be achieved.It was by no means compromise; 
K.V. Subbanna (: ಕುಂತಗೋಡು ವಿಭೂತಿ ಸುಬ್ಬಣ್ಣ) (1932-16 July 2005)
was an acclaimed dramatist and writer in Kannada.
 He was the founder of the world famous NINASAM (Neelanakantheshwara Natya Sangha)
drama instituteFounded in 1949 in Heggodu, Shimoga, Ninasam, under the guidance of
 K.V. Subbanna, made significant contribution to Kannada theatre and other performing arts.
He was awarded, in 1991, the Ramon Magsaysay Award for Journalism, Literature,
and Creative Communication Arts,]
 A PROFOUND sense of community distinguishes everything
 K.V. Subbanna has done. Heggodu, a tiny hamlet in Sagar taluk, No bigger than one's palm' has, in the quiet, Unassuming ways of Malnad achieved the impossible. My parents and teachers encouraged me to study: he was born in Mundigesara village. 
He would travel 12 kilometres every day to Sagar to complete my basic education at the Government High School.He had  learnt a lot from my parents and teachers. They encouraged him to pursue higher education and thus 
He joined Intermediate College at Shimoga with Chemistry,Botany and Zoology as my subjects. 
The foundation he  got then from people like Narasimhachar was very helpful and resourceful.
Narasimhachar helped me develop an interest in literature and arts.
He was a true Gandhian and a model teacher.
 As I was also interested in Yakshagana and theatre
 His  parents encouraged him to see company dramas and participate in social activities.His  father K.V. Ramappa and mother,
who were also interested in promoting rural arts and culture
, built Ninasam in the village.
He  did  B.A. (Hons) in Literature at Maharajah's College, Mysore.
 Narayana Rao, a Botany lecturer,influenced him through his simplicity and knowledge. Similarly, English lecturer Shama Rao taught me Shakespeare's works. 
There were stalwarts — Gopala Swami, founder of Mysore AIR as principal, D'Souza, Ranganna, Kuvempu —and a number of other teachers who taught him.Kuvempu taught him for three years.
They were only 12 students in the class we never missed any cultural programmes held at college.
Shivarama Karanth's writing fascinated me very much.
“To defy power where ever it is important'' —

attracted me to his socialistic thinking.
The concepts of community and democracy gave him
a great fillip in all my endeavours, especially Ninasam.
One incident he never forget: When he was a student at Sagar,
 one day a house near the school caught fire.
Classes were immediately called off and within minutes hundreds of people gathered (though there was no communication system)
with buckets of water and helped put out the fire.This incident taught him to utilise concepts of community effectively
. he had this firm belief that if the community is allowed
 to participate and is treated with honesty and dignity,
 members of the community will always respond with commitment.
he had not forced his  ideas on his family:
 Hiswife Shylaja has helped me in all of Ninasam's activities.
His  son Akshara, who studied at the National School of Drama,
has stood by him, so have my daughter in-law Vidya and grandson Shishira.Lot of volunteers are also showing keen interest in promoting the activities of Ninasam. he had not forced anybody to take up this work. 
He  don't preach anybody:
 He uses to  visit Ninasam regularly and enjoy the activities of the institution. He never   preaching or guiding anybody but spend time reading despite his eye problem.
 At the age of 70 ages, He  had  started to learn more from others.
 It has reversed the unidirectional flow of the cultural,  
Literary and intellectual energies, 
Which in post independence India has been from villages and little towns to the cosmologies.  
In short,It turned out to be not the end of the empire but the end of Gandhi, The author of an eccentric, anti-modern treatise called 
`Hind Swaraj'. It is in this brave new world that Subbanna decided to reconstruct his little community at Heggodu.  
Neenasam which began as an experiment in community theatre 
gradually evolved into a cultural space to which 
plays,
Films,
Books,
Music and ideas 
Subbanna's Akshara Prakashana has published some of the finest writings in Kannada. The Sahitya Shibiras (literary workshops) Of which over 100 have been conducted in all parts of Karnataka Have initiated hundreds into the art of literary appreciation. K. V. Subbanna himself doesn't see this impressive catalogue of achievements as extraordinary. For him, the living community in Heggodu is the final arbiter in all ethical and aesthetic matters. He admits that like Gandhi's ideal village, this community could also be an imagined community. But he is also keenly aware of how the history of post-independence India has impacted upon the community.His own literary-critical writings throw up very original insights because of his sensitivity to history. His introduction to Loka Shakuntala, a yakshagana adaptation of Kalidasa's Abijnana Shakuntalum interprets the play as a dramatic enactment of  
"palace culture" (monarchy) usurping the 
"ashrama culture" (tribal culture), 
something that Kalidasa had witnessed in his times.  
Writing long before Romila Thaper's scholarly book on the play was written, Subbanna emancipated it for readers like me from the "king jilts young ashrama girl" frame and relocated it into its real history of empires trampling upon tribal communitarian values. In his most recent work on Kavirajamarga, the ninth century Kannada treatise on poetics,  
Subbanna makes it a cultural text which is open to the post Foucault debates on language, discourse and history. His little monograph on Kuvempu revisits Kuvempu as a site of the cultural paradigms which have shaped modern India.  
Profound understanding When the late D.R. Nagaraj gave a talk about the 12th century mystic poet Allamaprabhu,Subbanna and became excited about this remarkable poet.
But later, this is what Subbanna had to say:
“Between Allama and Kalidasa, I choose Kalidasa.”
Subbanna was always slightly suspicious about things that sounded radical.It's probably because he had seen the danger of radical thought taken to an extreme.In Allama there is an element of such radicalism.Subbanna had said, “I don't like all this.”
When you say ‘don't like' you are exercising a personal choice.
However, in Subbanna's mind there was room for everything.
Else, it would have been impossible to build an institution like Ninasam.Subbanna had a classical mind and hence his personal choices were different.This is also why he had no faith in conflict.
He was constantly in search for methods by which harmony could be achieved.It was by no means compromise; 
he called it negotiation.When there is an intense conflict of ideas,
the negotiations that emerge in the heat of that moment are very important.”
Negotiation is the progress we make post conflict.
In a conflict prior to negotiation,
Creative energies of both sides open up.
Arguing like this I had further said threateningly,
“if you are indifferent to the creative powers that take birth during a conflict,
you will eventually lose interest in the creative process itself.”
Such an exchange was possible only with Subbanna, for, in him,
there was space for everything.
Subbanna had no  problems.
Bhartruhari, the great Sanskrit poet,
was someone he meditated upon every day.
He had his Kalidasa and Dhwanyaloka.
Pampa was his favourite in Kannada. 
 A classical mind can nurture desires of reconstructing the past.
This can be very dangerous. But
Subbanna's mind was not the conservative, classical mind.
It was a liberal one.
 He was always engaged in rejuvenating the dreams and hopes of the past, not reconstructing it.One can visit the Vedas,
Upanishads, Kalidasa, Bhasa, Quran, and any text in fact without being a revivalist.Subbanna was a great revisionist.
He was someone who showed us how one could go back to the past,
revisit Bhasa, Kalidasa and Pampa and rework them in to the present.What about the great poet Pu. Ti. Narasimhachar
whom we had forgotten in the fury of the Bandaya Movement?
 He unravelled the relevance of the poet in his reading of the poem,
 “Gokula Nirgamana”.Subbanna's attempt to understand the shifts urbanisation brought in rural life through Kalidasa is extremely significant.Kalidasa was not a writer of rural sensibilities;
 his creative world was replete with symbols of urban life.
This is how Subbanna's reading of Kalidasa has to be understood.
Subbanna believed in viewing with generosity the transformations
of the present and suppressing the arrogance that stemmed from an anxiety for the future. Hence many branded him as having a Brahminical mind.Subbanna knew this was not true.
Subbanna never said anything that he did not mean.
K.V. Subbanna, one of the finest thinkers of Karnataka
died five years ago on July 16.
 He was one of the finest classical minds,
It always seemed important to understand how
Subbanna's mind worked.
As long as he lived, 
He called friends at least once a week and it invariably ended in an argument.Subbanna the repository of all the knowledge and aesthetics he needs. Chewing betelnut, in his diminutive Malnad manners, 
Subbanna says he needs only that which he can recognise in the little community. Any claim beyond such recognition would only be intellectual arrogance. 
Subbanna himself refuses to be framed by 
intellectual categories and theatrical models, 
especially because he is suspicious of the colonial distortions they bring with them, 
his work has its significance within the nationalist paradigm. 
Of course, he avoids essentialist categories and refuses to fall back upon the notion of a pure,  
uncontaminated site called the native which
remains untouched by history. 
In his work on Kavirajamarga he constructs 
`Kannada' as a continuity shaped by geography, history and politics. Instead of making any claims about the tolerant, 
gas, Subbanna talks about the compulsions of cross-cultural contacts, multi-linguistic contexts and the heterogeneity of sub cultures, which have made `Kannada' basically pluralist. 
Subbanna's proposition that `Kannada' is a historically conditioned category. Subbanna's life and career are evidence enough  
To hope that it has not been the end of Gandhi after all. 
Awards and recognition 

Ramon Magsaysay Award in 1991  
Sangeet Natak Akademi Award in 1994  
Sahitya Akademi Award in 2003  
Padma Shree 
In 2004 Playing many parts in his time,  
SUBBANNA also crafts traditional Indian myths  
and tales into plays that probe modern issues. 
As a publisher, he brings out new works by regional writers 
as well as his own poems and translations of foreign movie scripts and books.
 With financial prudence and a gift for bringing others into leadership, 
SUBBANNA has built Ninasam to last. 
Its headquarters in Heggodu boasts a library,  
rehearsal hall, 
guesthouse,  
and office,
in addition to its famous theater. 
At fifty-nine, SUBBANNA says, 
he now leaves most of the real work to junior colleagues  
who include his son, Ashkara 
. But as one admirer has pointed out, self-effacing 
SUBBANNA still carries on multiple projects, 
"seemingly oblivious to the scale of his activities."
 In electing K. V. SUBBANNA to receive the 1991  
Ramon Magsaysay Award for Journalism, Literature, and Creative Communication 
Arts, the Board of Trustees recognizes his enriching rural  
Karnataka with the world's best films and the delight and wonder of the living stage.


Subbann gone beyond curtain on on 16th July 2005.
along with betel nut in his mouth----Neelanjan