
Smashana Kurukshetra, an epic play written by Karnataka's most famous poet - Kuvempu. The play directed by Maltesh Badiger.
Kuvempu's poems, stories used to be my Kannada literature lessons during School and each of his lessons had a moral. I'm not well versed knowing his plays and poems; and this is making me nervous to write a review about a play written by The Rashtrakavi himself. So, dear readers bear with me and spare me if I'm found guilty of posting a bad article.
It all started when a friend of mine, gave me a call inviting me to be an audience member for a drama that was going to be staged at Ravindra Kalakshetra, Bangalore. Initially hesitated because plays and me never bonded. I loved watching movies on screen and quite frankly, I considered live performers a bit lame but would appreciate them(performers, crew members) for their effort. But eventually, I had to say a yes because being an actor was a passion of mine when I was young. And I still have a few traces of my childhood passions left in me. There is no better opportunity to watch actors perform live to get inspired. And so, I made it a high priority about the event. I made sure to keep away with my busy schedule of sitting in front of my darling computer; and make it a point to be there on time.
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The grey building was huge located right at the center of the city. I sighed with relief after looking at the huge red board that said Ravindra Kalakshetra in huge yellow colored Kannada and English fonts. I climbed the steps to get in and thought I got into a Museum. There were posters and articles about Kuvempu pasted on walls; and finally saw the doors that lead me into a whole new world. I was surprised realizing that the entry was free of charges; and I paid a minimum of 100 bucks to watch an already recorded, hyped, visually manipulated film. I felt, I needed to pay at least 200 bucks to support the lively hood of actors and the stage setters.
Wondering if I could get a seat, I hurried in to find an empty hall. A pity sight actually. A Kannada play staged to play in 3o minutes had no audience to entertain. I glanced all over the auditorium and the first thing I saw was a rectangular horizontal board, at the centre of the stage, which had Kuvemp’s picture on it. Front of it were 5 seats right in front of it for important dignitaries to rest as each one of them had to speak about the prologue of the play and also about Kuvempu. Finally after moments of restless wait and yawns, an old man walked to the mike and gave a formal speech in Kannada. He spoke which such fluency that I, who always spoke recklessly using slangs, couldn’t decipher his words. I got the hang of it gradually and I must tell you, his dialect of speaking was next to perfection. He spoke each word with indebt meaning in them, like a bunch of unknown dictionary words put together. And so, it went on to the speech sessions. But the pitiful situation struck again. Few of the VIPs who were invited, hadn’t yet arrived.
The mike went on to Mr. Narayan, who was a Gandhian and also a strong patriot. He was old and pretty much a serious person who seemed to dislike humor. He started off with a sarcastic slap to those VIPs who were absent, welcoming their absence and hopes for them to come soon by setting aside their busy schedules. His speech was an impressive one as he showered some wisdom about Dramas and its importance in a city filled with multiplexes, malls and cinema-theatres. He concluded with kind words of thanking each and every one of the audience and finishing his final line saying Jai Kuvempu, Jai Karnataka.
Later Ram Mohan gave a speech regarding the efforts and struggle put forth by the actors and crew to stage a show. A few prize distributions by the dignitaries happened later.
Show shuru.
10 minutes passed after the scheduled time – 6.30 pm. The lights went off, after few crew men moved the props that were on stage for the dignitaries. Lights dimmed soon after that. The dark room overwhelmed me as I got excited to witness something new on a large scale. And finally the seats started to fill in; I guess few people disliked speeches. A bell rang exciting me even more. I looked hard towards the dark stage, looking for shadows at least to to find out what was going on. The bell rang for the second time and I prepared myself by putting the phone on silent and leaned back to a comfortable position. The bell rang again for the third time and my eyes grew wide open in reflex.
The show finally began with drums beats ascending from low to a high pitch and I could relate them to the beat of my heart. A man stepped onto a prop, the audience cheered the start with claps. It was like Rajnikanth had come on stage. A man with dhotis and a linen curling around his torso, screamed with pain explaining his grief on a battle field.
Well here is the concept. Smashana meaning a Hindu Graveyard; and Kurukshetra, was where the Battle of Mahabharata took place.
The show went on to different phases of scenes, portraying different characters and Gods of the epic Mahabharata; showing their grievances and condolences to the lives that were brutally lost due to the clash between the Pandavas and the Kauravas. The actors got so involved into the characters that they looked like they threw their soul out to fill in the soul of the characters they played. The mood and the ambience of each scene were taken care of by the sounds men, who were of two sitting on the corner of stage with drums and mikes to sing chants accordingly. The multi colored lighting also helped by giving the act the feel it needed for a scene. The staging went well as well as the actors were highlighted by being placed on the limelight at the right time. Most of the actors, like my friend, had to play multiple roles. It would have been a tough time for them to change their costume and their make-up then and again; and be back for the next scene on time.

One such act that I enjoyed watching was that of Manu, who played the role of Dhuryodhana. An act of versatile anger, played beautifully with no flaws at all. The audience got more involved into the show as he banged his fists onto a miniature platform set as a prop. His modulated his voice with every word emphasizing the depth of his emotions. And my friend Ajay played the role of Arjuna, a warrior prince and also a brother of the Pandava clan. His acting was acting was good enough to play the role of an important icon of the Mahabharata. He too like the rest did multi roles and the only way to spot him amongst other costumed co-actors was by listening to the dialogues. His voice was familiar to a famous Kannada actor.
The staging was like any other bollywood film sets. It looked dry and sleazy but was enough to mention the description of each scene.
I have to admit, it got boring at times. I still remember yawning and looking elsewhere a few times. Maybe it was because, I couldn’t follow an act or maybe because it was too much for a first time drama show. But either ways, it didn’t entertain me like the movies did. But it did give me a strong inspiration for anim-acting which is an acting exercise and a part of my study curriculum.
Well, above all I liked the moral. It has philosophies and situations that one should think about. Plays like these, can keep Kuvempu’s legacy alive and also help us to stick to our morals.
In the end, people barged out to leave after a small session of applause when the light filled the auditorium. I had to leave too; I was late already and hoped to get a good empty, un-crowded bus back home. But I stayed back for a few more minutes to wave a bye to my friend. I got to see a few actors up close. They were busy being appreciated. It was like a mini-movie premier where family and friends clicked pictures of them and greeted them with appreciations on their performance. They deserved it. Given a chance, they would change the fate of our film industry. They were just brilliant.