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Ram Leela

 

Ram Leela

Many thought that Ram Leelas played all over the country for centuries would bow out after the advent of colour TVs and smartphones, streaming YouTube and TikTok videos would. But such is the hold of the epic story that Ramayana is alive and kicking and robustly present in the popular psyche. The epic has used TV as yet another medium to reach a much larger audience. Ramayana TV serial, on its first telecast in 1987 had 40 million viewership in India, bringing 23 crore rupees of revenue for Doordarshan. The serial created a world record by becoming the highest-watched TV show globally registering 77 million viewers for one episode aired during the night slot on 16 April 2020 on DD National. The deadly virus was lurking outside, the temples were closed, and everyone was cloistered in their haven. A soothing show in those depressing times.

The story of Ram is still enacted in countless villages, towns, and cities, by local drama troupes. The popularity of Ramayana is not limited to India. Bali stages Ram Leela for the tourists, who buy the expensive ticket to watch the show; though Hanuman has transformed into a comic character in the process of migration to a distant land and culture.

There are 300 or more versions or interpretations of the Ramayana; several Sanskrit versions – Valmiki Ramayana, Yoga Vasishtha Ramayana, Ananda Ramayana, Adbhuta Ramayana; and vernacular versions in all major Indian languages of which Kamban Ramayana in Tamil and Goswami Tulsidas’s Ramcharitmanas in Awadhi are the most well-known. Jagamohan Ramayana aka Dandi Ramayana by the 15th century poet Balarama Dasa is very popular in Odisha.

Ram Leela: 1960

In Khuntpali, a small village in western Odisha, the village theater group staged Ram Leela in winter, and Krishna Leela in summer. Both Leelas were equally popular. The month-long Leela was carefully choreographed to present at least one significant event, or an interesting episode each evening to hold spectators’ interest. Everyone knew which episode would be played that evening, and some even timed their arrival to sync with the climax.

This evening, Lakshman would cut Surpanakha’s nose and ears. Surpanakha had to be played by two actors. First, a slim, baby-faced actor had to appear as the charming young lady to propose to Ram and Lakshman. After Lakshman cuts her nose and ears, the rakshasi appears in her true shape, with a bleeding nose and ears before Ravana demanding revenge. This latter role was played by a fat, dark-complexioned, and far-from-good-looking person. To appear before Ravana, she had to smear her face with red to signify bleeding wounds. The theater group had no funds to buy props or materials, and it had been agreed that each character would arrange the necessary stuff for his or her role. Surpanakha requested his wife to lend her a little alta, the red liquid ladies use to paint their hands and feet. She refused. Why do you have to show your hideous face in Ram Leela? Now, everyone will taunt me as Surpanakha’s wife. If not fit for any other role, why don’t you be at least Kumbhakarna, and fight a heroic war? The husband pleaded more and she reluctantly agreed. She lent only a little alta, much less than required, which Surpanakha had to dilute and hastily smear on his nose and ears before appearing before Ravana. The alta had been so much diluted that it didn’t at all look like blood. When she appeared before Ravana, wailing loudly to report her insult and show her injury, the spectators roared in laughter. Surpanakha had become a comic character.

Ram Leela at Behera

The drama staged by the local club in Behera, a village not far from Khuntpali, had nothing to do with Ram Leela except for the fact that the two lead characters were named Ram and Lakshman.

The story was of two brothers, Ram and Lakshman by name, devoted to each other like the epic pair till their relationship soured after their marriage and the arrival of their dear wives. The drama climaxed in a scene where Lakshman slapped his once-revered elder brother. Upon being slapped, and slapped hard, by Lakshman, Ram was stunned, as was the audience. Who’d have thought that the playwright would so outrageously twist the epic story to get Ram slapped by the most obedient Lakshman? Ram, slapped hard, lost his dialogue for a moment. He stuttered when he spat out a freshly uprooted bleeding tooth onto his palm, and said, ‘Look, dear brother! See what you’ve done.’

Now it was Lakshman’s turn to be speechless. For he was sure the display of a bleeding tooth, and Ram’s dialogue thereafter wasn’t part of the script, never figured in the rehearsal, and certainly didn’t belong to the play. The velocity of the slap had somewhat exceeded permissible theatrical limits and had done some damage, though wholly unintended. The bleeding tooth brought in repentance fast and quick even as the innocuous but dramatic slap was designed to do. The wives were ‘treated’ suitably and swiftly; brotherly love and amity were restored; and they lived happily ever after.

On receiving the best actor award for ‘memorable’ acting, Lakshman hastily handed over the trophy to Ram, modestly claiming that his ‘elder brother’ was the rightful winner. The audience clapped in appreciation of this rare display of brotherly love even after the ‘play’ was over. Who could have guessed that a lost tooth was being compensated for with a modest trophy?

Ram Leela in fiction

This Ram Leela happened in fiction, but it was probably a ‘drama in real life’ or ‘real life in a drama’ that the author had witnessed or heard of and had incorporated into his novel. Kantakavi Laxmikanta Mohapatra’s famous ‘Kana Mamu’ narrates about a hilarious Ram Leela.

In a little village in Odisha, Ram Leela was being staged by the village theater group. The Leela is held in summer evenings over a month or more, proceeding from Ram’s exile to the forests, the dramatic episodes of a stone turning into Ahalya, Sita’s abduction, Jatayu’s brave fight against Ravana, and ending with Lava and Kusha singing Ramayana to who else but Ram himself, where the story catches up with the lead character, no other than an incarnation of Vishnu?

In this village, Ram Leela was proceeding as per schedule and was received well by all and sundry. Unluckily, the boy playing Sita had a sudden bout of diarrhea and was in no condition to appear on stage for a few evenings. Ram Leela couldn’t be suspended just because one character was unwell. The Director asked another baby-faced boy waiting in the wings to play Sita till the regular one was cured of his present ailment.

This new boy had never appeared on stage and therefore declined. Since there was no other stand-by actor, the Director kind of coerced him to take up the role if he were serious about any acting opportunity in the future. The boy agreed at last, but on the condition that all ‘her’ dialogues would be prompted because she could not be expected to memorize these at such short notice. The Director assured him that he would himself do the prompting and coached Sita to stay close to the backdrop screen behind which the Director would be seated on a stool to read Sita’s dialogues. ‘Remember not to stray far into the front of the stage. The hulla bulla from the audience will not enable you to hear my prompt.’

Ram Leela began as usual at the appointed hour. The audience broke into laughter to see the new and nervous Sita with a rather hoarse voice, but everyone knew of the regular Sita’s discomfiture, so they were indulgent with the new actor. It is his first time, anyway, they condescendingly observed.

Ram Leela was progressing well. Today, a reluctant Ram would go after the golden deer at Sita’s insistence. Sita had spotted the golden deer, was besotted with it, and so very wanted to keep it as a pet, to give her company when Ram and Lakshman were out hunting during the day. She had already asked Ram to go after the deer. Ram had looked here and there, had found no deer, golden or otherwise, and had remarked that maybe Sita had seen an illusory deer.

Sita’s next dialogue, to be prompted by the Director sitting behind the backdrop screen, was, ‘Believe me, my Lord. I’ve seen a golden deer. Run and capture it before it hides in the vastness of the forest.’ The Director had been prompting Sita’s dialogues all evening, and his throat was parched. To an assistant standing near him, he said, while still looking at the script to prompt Sita’s next dialogue, ‘Hey, give me a bidi.’ On the stage, Sita promptly extended her right palm before Ram and repeated the prompt, ‘Hey, give me a bidi.’ Ram was flabbergasted, the audience roared into laughter, and the Director from behind the screen rained a powerful blow on Sita’s torso upon which Sita roared, ‘Which s***a just hit me? Come onto the stage and wrestle with me, if you are indeed your father’s son.’

Ram Leela had to be suspended that evening and for a few more evenings till the regular Sita returned to play her appointed role.

Ram Leela at home: 1992

The festival season had commenced. Dussehra was here, but the festive spirit was a little subdued owing to the recent communal riots in several parts of the country including in Bhopal.

The kids were small, the parks were closed, and it was the father’s job to mind the kids while the mother cooked the evening meal.

Who wants to listen to a story, asked the father. Both daughters, the elder one five, and the younger one three, squealed in delight. They went to the drawing room, taking with them the youngest one in his pram. He was one year old, but he also seemed to enjoy a story.

He told them about Hanumaan flying across the oceans to reach Lanka, and the big war between Ram and Ravana. The daughters listened to the story with rapt attention. The little one also clapped happily when Ram won the war and everyone clapped.

Dinner was not yet ready. Why don’t we play Ram Leela, he suggested? The girls had no idea what Ram Leela was. He explained. It is like the Ramayan serial on TV. Let’s do that here. We’ll play Sita’s abduction.

He assigned the roles. The elder one will have a double role: first Ram, and then Lakshman; the younger one will be Sita, and he Ravana. They will enact Ram Leela for an audience of one, the little one in the pram. Mother was too busy in the kitchen to join the frolic and fun in the drawing room.

He gave details of the plot, and the little dialogues to be delivered by Ram, Lakshman, and Sita. Sita had sighted a golden deer, and she begged Ram to run and capture it for her to keep as a pet. Ram was hesitant but yielded to Sita’s persistent pleas. He instructed Lakshman to keep guard and went away to capture the golden deer. Soon, Sita and Lakshman could hear Ram’s distressed call for help. He was in trouble and needed Lakshman to be by his side. Lakshman was reluctant to leave Sita, but she insisted. He drew three lines in front of the hut and strictly instructed Sita not to step out of these Lakshman Rekhas. Then, he went away to help Ram.

Ravan entered the scene in the guise of a sadhu and begged for alms. Sita, extended her hand to give alms to the sadhu while staying behind the Lakshman Rekha. The sadhu was greatly offended and threatened to curse Sita. ‘You must come out of the hut and present the alms with due respect,’ he ordered. As soon as Sita crossed the Lakshman Rekha, Ravana revealed his true form, grabbed Sita’s hand, and broke into a hideous laugh.

The little girl had played her role perfectly, as instructed, till this point. But when Ravana grabbed her hand with some force, broke into a roaring laughter, and said he would take her away to Lanka, she said tearfully, ‘Papa, I’m very frightened.’

The mother came to check why her little daughter was upset. Why are you terrorising her, she demanded to know. Ram Leela abruptly ended there before Ravana could take Sita to Lanka!

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This blog is an edited version of the original story in my book The Invisible Poet and Other Stories, published in 2020.

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Postscript

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N. Parthasarathi

I remember an incident. Decades ago, an old Ramayan movie was screened in a Tent theatre not far from Mysore.

The scene: Ram has already left on his exile to the forest. Bharat, to be anointed as King of Koshala, is summoned back from his maternal grandfather’s kingdom. The furious Bharat curses Kaikeyi for her evil machinations and asks: Tell me where you have sent my elder brother. I’ll go and bring him back.

Kaikeyi remains silent.

Suddenly, an upset spectator stands up among the audience and shouts at Kaikeyi,

"Arre, bolre halka, Ram kidar gaya".

 M.M. Upadhyay

भारतवर्ष में और दुनिया में रामायण को अनेकों रूप में देखा ,समझा और पढ़ा जाता है। सभी कहानियां और लेखो का सार तो एक ही है लेकिन अपने लिखने  के ढंग अलग-अलग हैं। रामायण उत्तर भारत में, दक्षिण भारत में ,बिहार राजस्थान और बैंकॉक, कंबोडिया ,मलाया, श्री लंका आदि आदि देश विदेश में अनेकों रूप में मंच पर प्रदर्शित की जाती है।                 

जहां एक और साहित्यिक रूप से व धार्मिक रूप से पूर्णतः परिष्कृत रामायण का मंचन होता है, वही शहरों और गांव की रामलीला में और मेलों में गली-गली में रामलीला  लोगों के आध्यात्मिक ज्ञान के साथ-साथ मनोरंजन का भी बहुत बड़ा साधन बनती हैं। जिस तरह आपने उड़ीसा के ग्रामीण परिवेश की रामलीलाओं का वर्णन किया है इस प्रकार की रामलीलाएं दिल्ली की गलियों में और बस्तियों में रामनवमी दिवाली और उसके आसपास के धार्मिक त्योहारों के मौसम में 1970 से पहले के दशकों में व्यापक रूप से दिखलाई जाती थी। इनके कलाकार सब रामायण मंडली के सदस्य होते थे जो टूरिंग थिएटर के रूप में एक जगह है दूसरी जगह जाते रहते थे। अलग-अलग मोहल्ले वाले इनको आमंत्रित करते थे और यह रामायण के विभिन्न पात्रों पर आधारित संवादों से लोगों का मनोरंजन तो करते ही थे साथ ही महत्वपूर्ण सांस्कृतिक संदेश भी  देते रहते थे।        

रामायण के इन मंचन में अधिकांश हनुमान का पात्र विदूषक के रूप में समय-समय पर उछल कूद और कूदा फांनदी करने के लिए प्रकट होते थे और अपने कुछ मनोरंजक स्वभाव से या डायलॉग से लोगों को आनंदित करते थे। दिल्ली में गली-गली की रामलीला के अलावा बहुत व्यापक और बड़े पैमाने पर रामलीला मैदान तथा दिल्ली क्लॉथ मिल की रामलीला होती थी। जिसके दर्शन लाखों में होते थे । दिल्ली क्लॉथ मिल का ही नाम डी सी एम था और जो उत्तर भारत के बहुत बड़े व्यापारी संगठन लाला भरत राम और लाला चरत राम के नाम से संचालित होते थे।   

समय के साथ यह पारंपरिक रामलीला विलुप्त हो गई है और अब नई रामलीला टेलीविजन पर अपने विभिन्न प्रकार के रूपों को प्रदर्शित करती है। 70 से पहले के दिल्ली के दशक में मनोरंजन के साधन सीमित थे और गली-गली कि रामायण लोगों के दिन भर की भागम भाग के बाद फुर्सत के क्षण में कुछ आनंद और ज्ञानवर्धक बातें सामान्य रूप में बता जाते थे।       

रामायण मंडली उस दृष्टि से भारतवर्ष में अपना एक विशिष्ट स्थान रखती है और अभी भी मध्य प्रदेश के ग्रामीण अंचलों में बड़े पैमाने पर विद्यमान है।

यह भी एक विचित्र सहयोग ही कहिए की डीसीएम की रामलीला के दोनों प्रमुख मलिक लाला भरत राम और लाला चरत राम दोनों के नाम में राम समाहित है।

 

The Fallen Demon


The Fallen Demon

Ram Leela

Padmashri Haldhar Nag, the popular Sambalpuri poet, folk-singer, and theatre-artist, in his customary role in the village Ram Leela as Lankeshwari - the guardian deity of Ravan’s golden Lanka - is happy to be defeated by Hanuman who unfortunately had a minor wardrobe malfunction, but handed over his unstuck anga vastra with nonchalance to a boy while simultaneously thwacking him with his gada made of cardboard.

Ram Leela is not yet dead, not in Delhi, in several parts of the country, not in Haldhar’s village - Ghess, near Bargarh, Odisha. But, why has the veteran performer not been invited to play Sita, or even Ram; owing to the colour of his skin?

At a village near Vidisha, Madhya Pradesh, the villagers are in mourning on Dussehra day. Ravan, a Kanyakubja brahmin, is our ancestor, they say. Ram-Ravan epic war, a feud between Kshatriyas and Brahmins for the top slot?

Tallest Ravan

Our Ravan was the tallest in the country, proclaimed the Organising committee of Dwarka, New Delhi: 211 feet tall, built by 40 workers over a period of four months, and costing forty lakhs. The tallest Ravan of Madhya Pradesh – 150 feet – was at Kolar, Bhopal. How very interesting that the tallest Ravans of MP, and India were at the capital cities!

No organising committee ever boasts that their Ram is the most valiant, powerful, and handsome. Ram, being an  avatar of Vishnu, is the Supreme One; so, all actors playing Ram in the thousands of Ram Leelas in the country are equal. All Ravans are equal, but some more equal than others! Evil keeps evolving, morphing, transforming, and transmuting; is that why Ravan gets taller year by year?

Ravan and his fellow demons  are granted a brief life-span of about two weeks every year. At Bhopal, the fabrication commences near EPCO premises. Business is brisk, all sold out a day before Dussehra. We supply Ravan to as far as Betul, Itarsi, and Vidisha, said one of the sellers. Small to large, modest height to tallest; Evil comes in many shapes and sizes!


(Representational Image, Source: ndtv.com)

Bagh Mugaliya’s Demons

A day before Dussehra, the little girl announced, ‘Uncle, Ravan has arrived?’

How do you know?

I saw him with my own eyes. He is lying in Dussehra maidan. Do you know, he came in several pieces – the body without the head, one big head with a crown, and a cardboard with heads painted on it.

Oh, why did they not get a whole Ravana?

He was brought on a tractor. His extra heads would have fallen off on the way. There are too many potholes on the road.

At Bhopal, Dussehra morning began ominously with a little drizzle, soaking the effigies of the three asuras, and worrying the organisers. Mercifully, the sun shone brightly during the day, and the effigies were dry and good to burn by the evening.

The old couple went up to the terrace about 7.30 pm, as usual, to watch Ravan dahan, and the fireworks. Why are so few people this year, she asked? It’s not yet time for the funeral, he said. The speeches went on for another hour. No VIP this year, no election round the corner, he said.

The crowd was getting restive for real action now, so the key actors in the Ram Leela – Ram, Hanuman, Ravan, Kumbhakarna, and Meghnad were granted about ten minutes to spout their climactic dialogues. Ram’s dialogues could not be heard; Ravan spoke little, and his loud peals of laughter were more comic than terrifying. Hanuman swished his tails at young kids who shrieked in mock horror. If Ram resented the speakers eating into his time for angry last words to Ravan, he didn’t show it, for he knew his Ram ban- the deadly fire arrow- would kill Ravan, not the speeches.

At the maidan, there were three effigies – of Ravan, Kumbhakarna, and Meghnad. Ravan, the tallest, had a cardboard attachment with nine extra heads painted crudely, but had more firecrackers stuffed inside as befitted the fallen king. Unfortunately, when Kumbhakarna exploded, the impact toppled Ravan, as though he was overwhelmed with sorrow, and suffered a stroke at the death of his beloved brother. Ravan must fall to Ram’s arrow, and not die from a fall; so, he was revived, made to stand again, and while several volunteers held on to ropes wound around Ravana’s waist to keep him standing, Ram hastily shot his arrow of fire to set the demon aflame. However, the unanticipated tumble had dislodged the strategically placed fire-crackers, and the combustion was uneven and irregular. While the other two demons had been burnt reasonably well, the half-burnt Ravan looked angry and humiliated. Don’t I deserve a proper funeral, he seemed to ask Ram, where is your rajdharma?

Once the fireworks ended, the crowd began dispersing. Good had vanquished Evil. Parents returned home after having bought for their pestering kids big red ballons, shrill whistles, and Dilli Ka Laddoo.

Ignoble Death

A rather forlorn park in a colony, neither fancied by the aged walkers since the terrain was uneven and risky, nor by kids as the few amusement-equipment were tattered. A solitary senior citizen walked mindfully in an area flattened with a little roller by  kids who had improvised a pitch and practiced cricket on holidays.

Two young kids raced into the park, rode the not-yet-broken swings; after a while, practised cricket shots with the jugaad bat and a rubber ball, but soon quarrelled over who would bat or bowl.

Next, they spotted the cadaver at a distance, by the little heap of stone chips where three street dogs lay soaking in the sun. One kid tried to lift the half-burnt effigy but failed after which both manoeuvred with a stone and stick and propped it up. What are they up to, wondered the lone walker, maintaining a discrete distance.

They hurled a few stones at the effigy but the scaffolding stood unfazed, tall, and imperious despite his half-burnt body, full of contempt and scorn for these tiny tots.

The taller kid said, we need bigger stones. They found the right size at a little distance, and struggled to carry one each with both their hands. At the count of three, we hit him hard, said the leader, and began counting. Both released the stones in sync, and the demon toppled. They whooped in joy. Let’s kill him again, said the younger kid. They had tasted blood, and it felt good. They repeated the game. The second toppling was easier. Role-playing to tackle evil when they grow up?

How do they know it is Ravan, wondered the walker? This park is not the Dussehra maidan, which is more than a hundred metres away at west of Laharpur nullah. Who might have brought the half-burnt effigy here, and why? Isn’t it inauspicious to touch a corpse?

The disgrace of being dragged to an unknown venue by characters not part of the Ram Leela, and the final humiliation of being stoned to death by little kids was too much for the fallen demon king to bear. He fell apart, and scattered his bones. All that remain at the park are pieces of half-burnt bamboo sticks, and the skull.

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(Padmashri Haldhar Nag as Lankeshwari in Ram Leela of Ghess)

 

 

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