I had no idea that just an hour from my parents’ home in Bengaluru near Nelamangala, there was a dreamland full of Hindu art treasures with a close link to Amar Chitra Katha, my favorite comic series. So indebted to @Ramyarohini for motivating me to visit Omthara Kala Kuteera (1)
Until Ramya made me aware, I credited Anant Pai solely for the success of Amar Chitra Katha. Looks like there has been a big omission and you will know that when you visit Omthara. GK Ananthram is the brain behind Amar Chitra Katha. (2)
Only after he pestered his boss Mirchandani he got the budget to publish the comic series in Kannada which became a runaway hit. Impressed, the publishers (India Book House) decided to publish ACK in English & other languages. (3)
Anant Pai who ran Indrajal comics was then brought in to run ACK in the late 1960s and the rest is history. (4)
Coming back to GK Ananthram, he has not only published and edited thousands of Kannada and English books but has created a heritage museum in Omthara that brings to life the stories from Ramayana and the Puranas that we have been hearing from childhood.(5)
Whether it is the ornately painted wooden doors or the rock carvings or the elaborately sculpted statues or the hand-made floor tiles or stucco work, you will be left speechless at the Bhagirathan efforts that have gone into showcasing Sanatana Dharma (including Buddha). (6)
National award-winning artisans from Odisha, Tamil Nadu, and Kerala have mainly been employed to create the priceless works on display. The entire place is located in the midst of verdant surroundings & you can see peacocks moving around while birds call out to each other. (7)
The mood was set for me from the moment I saw the sculpture of a meditating Hanuman sitting right below a Parijata bush. It looked so real that I wondered if I was disturbing his Dhyana. (8)
I was also fascinated by Annapoorneshwari and made my mother pose next to her. After all, it is she in whom Annapurna first manifested herself to me. There are other masterpieces in the garden such as Shiva in the form of Dakshinamoorthi and Amruta Mrityunjaya. (9)
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On the last day of the Samskara Foundation camp held in Atlanta, Georgia, I had a heart-to-heart talk with the boys while the girls were practicing for a cultural presentation. There was one boy in the camp who asked a lot of questions in every class. (1)
It turned out that this boy was having a hard time in middle school. One of the disturbing things that emerged from my conversation was that the boy was often being subjected to anti-Hindu comments and jokes. He said he was called "Curry cruncher" and such things. (2)
Because he fought back, he was subjected to even more ridicule. I was shocked to learn that his vegetarian diet was being mocked and sometimes the boys would throw salami or beef on his plate at lunchtime so that he would be forced to throw out all the food on his plate. (3)
Typically a Swami ji is treated with utmost reverence but watch how rural ladies are following a custom whereby female relatives of a bride sing songs to roast the relatives of the bridegroom. The ladies here are from Mithila while Swami Ramabhadracharya is from Avadh. (1)
The ladies, therefore, represent the land of Sita (or Janaka) while the Swami ji here represents the land of Rama (or Dasharatha). The mock abuse is so funny that you can see Swami ji smiling. This genre of geet is called Gari & is popular in eastern UP and northern Bihar. (2)
Here is an example of a Gari song sung at weddings. All the relatives of the bridegroom are mocked! (3)
I was at dinner with an octagenarian Hindu couple recently; the wife was a graceful Sindhi lady who remembered the exodus from Karachi to Mumbai as a 6-year-old in a boat with her entire family after the partition of India. The families had to flee from their house overnight. (1)
The husband was from Fiji and his story was equally troubling. His grandfather was abducted while on the way to Kashi. He was put on a boat to Fiji where he was forced to work on a plantation as a slave. Remember the British forcing Indians to work on plantations? (2)
The crimes of the British and the !sl@mists against humanity are so innumerable and terrible that they can never even be fully discussed. (3)
There is a powerful scene in the Hindi movie “Damini” that has stayed with me all these years. Damini, the protagonist had been pursuing litigation against powerful people for their misdeeds and they had succeeded in getting her thrown into a mental asylum. (1)
She was subjected to severe mental torture and had lost her mental balance. She sat babbling inanities in the midst of dozens of people with extreme psychiatric problems and then relapsed into silence. It seemed as if she had lost the battle. Her oppressors had broken her. (2)
But suddenly, there was a piercing sound of a conch and beating drums outside. The crazed look on Damini’s face began to turn into resolve. She glanced out of the window grills to see a passing procession holding up a large moorti of Durga. (3)
Colonization & alienation from one's civilization work like this. Some campaigners taught Indian rural women to call their husbands by their first names, which BBC reported on to showcase the backwardness of India. (1) bbc.com/news/magazine-…
Does anyone remember movies in which the husband would call out to his wife "Arey o Chunnu ki maa tum sun rahi ho?" We urban kids in India would laugh at this but still understand the underpinnings of the culture. (2)
I had a dear uncle. He never called my aunty by name. When talking to me he'd refer to her as "your aunty"; when he spoke to my mom he'd say "your sister". We all knew how much my uncle and aunty loved one another. (3)
What I would like to see is a systematic study of the changes in society after more women start wearing hijab. In the Bengaluru of 80s, my uncle's house had a Muslim family living opposite. The kids from there would join us to play on the street. (1)
Soon, one member of that Muslim family went to settle in Abu Dhabi, then another. Over time, the women in that house began to wear hijab which we had never seen before. They lost their old friendliness and became rather aloof. In our innocence we were perplexed at this change (2)
Whenever there was a marriage in our extended family, we'd call the girls from that house to apply Mehendi as usual. But those girls no longer giggled and joked like before; they maintained a studied silence, refused food & drink, and left immediately after applying Mehendi. (3)