My review of the play Malegalalli Madumagalu was published in the Friday Review supplement today. Read 'A Different Telling' on The Hindu website here or see below.
Instead of one sutradhar, there are different sets of Jogis, wandering minstrels who walk in from different parts of the stage to fill in the gaps for the audience. Instead of one linear plot, there are many parallel stories woven into intricate criss-cross patterns. Instead of one traditional proscenium, there are four tracts of land that recreate the villages, forests, rivers and huts of Malenadu, central Karnataka, from over a century ago. Instead of some characters, there are, reminiscent of Tolstoy’s War and Peace, many, many characters, someone’s sister, slave, wife or friend who all like and want to marry each other. It gets confusing in parts, more so if you haven’t read the 700-odd page novel. Yet there is enough romance, drama, betrayal, sacrifice, horror, humour, dance and music to hold your attention for nearly nine hours, coffee breaks included. The scale, the sheer ambition of it is what makes Malegalalli Madumagalu such an epic production in experimental theatre.
Instead of one sutradhar, there are different sets of Jogis, wandering minstrels who walk in from different parts of the stage to fill in the gaps for the audience. Instead of one linear plot, there are many parallel stories woven into intricate criss-cross patterns. Instead of one traditional proscenium, there are four tracts of land that recreate the villages, forests, rivers and huts of Malenadu, central Karnataka, from over a century ago. Instead of some characters, there are, reminiscent of Tolstoy’s War and Peace, many, many characters, someone’s sister, slave, wife or friend who all like and want to marry each other. It gets confusing in parts, more so if you haven’t read the 700-odd page novel. Yet there is enough romance, drama, betrayal, sacrifice, horror, humour, dance and music to hold your attention for nearly nine hours, coffee breaks included. The scale, the sheer ambition of it is what makes Malegalalli Madumagalu such an epic production in experimental theatre.
There is the ring, almost a silent leitmotif across the 50 scenes,
making its appearance at crucial junctures in the storytelling to spell out a
new twist, reveal another relationship or pass itself on to another set of
Jogis. That is how C Basavalingaiah’s Malegalalli Madumagalu begins. Just
when a group of them are about give up their tamburis into the River
Tunga, for there are no audiences for their ancient stories anymore, travelling
mendicants present them with a golden ring, eliciting a promise that they will
tell that story to the world. One by one as the Jogis look into the circle of
the ring, they see couples in love, they see religious animosity, they see the
politics of the caste system. With their words and their song, they transport
the audience to Megaravalli, Hulikallu, Lakkunda and Simbavi, non-descript
villages in Malenadu if not for the complicated relationships that play out in
the homes there.
Gutthi, the affable, a bit of a country bumpkin slave is on his way to
win over Timmi, a bonded labourer in another rich man’s house. At his heels is
his very lovable dog, Huliya, who doesn’t like it so much when it gets a leech
in its ear in the middle of the rainforest. Along Gutthi’s way he meets the
conniving Nagathe who pimps out her widowed daughter-in-law Nagakka to landlords
so she can live well, beautiful Cauvery, other landlords and other slaves.
Repeatedly, the play goes off on tangents to play out the lives and miseries
and triumphs of these other characters.
Kuvempu’s magnum opus Malegalalli Madumagalu was adapted to stage
by playwright K Y Narayanaswamy. No mean task, for the novel is a bundle of
events and characters that are affected by social, religious and political
changes that sweep through that region in that era. It took the maverick
director C Basavalingaiah to translate it on such an ambitious scale.
Missionaries are making inroads into the villages and while those who
are considering conversion are attracted to the equality and deliverance that
the Christian god promises, they still won’t eat with the priest, for his
origins are from an untouchable caste. Even the slave who serves him food will
only drop rice from a considerable height, for the religious leader, though in
white flowing robes, is still unclean. A bonded labourer is attracted to the
new religion, yet shivers in fear when his wife, very cleverly, resorts to
“being possessed by a spirit” to prevent their daughter being married off to a
convert. No body understands the word ‘amen’, but the ‘beesekallu’ (the
bicycle) that the priest rides delights them no end. The havoc that
Christianity brings to traditional family structures and the struggle to
reconcile its seeming liberalism with caste diktats serves for an underlying
tension through the play.
Malegalalli Madumagalu is a brave production. The actors, many of them
debutantes to the stage, are very good, though on opening night, there were
some forgotten lines and some nervous missteps. The lighting left much to be
desired and around 4 am, the narrative did begin to drag a wee bit. The sets
are a treat to the eyes, but for the city skyline in the distance, they create
an utterly convincing picture of a typical Malenadu landscape. Day 1 of the
play had many little glitches that, hopefully, the team will iron out in the
subsequent shows.
The play is on at Kalagrama till May 30, with the 9-hour performances starting at 8.30 pm on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays. Call 98400 48003 or 98865 40966.
The play is on at Kalagrama till May 30, with the 9-hour performances starting at 8.30 pm on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays. Call 98400 48003 or 98865 40966.