The book has been wonderfully translated by S Ramaswamy and L V Shathakumari. They have been able to create the feel of the environment, where Bhyrappa spent childhood years; moved to different places in search of living; education; service and getting unimaginable experiences in his life. Bhyrappa’s exceptional life story is complex-and so is the task hard to review this book.
Bhyrappa, tells his life as a well-knit story, much like a novel, in a novel way. It is a struggle with extreme poverty and bitter experiences, when he is moved for his early education, staying with his maternal uncle, who used to beat him hard on many occasions, in spite of working whole day from early morning, including puja at the Shiv temple, where his uncle was appointed purohit. The conditions under which he sustained and continued education, in bits and pieces, are too heart wrenching. But, as a student-from school days to completion of his MA, and subsequently getting Ph.D. -he excels! He was a top debater in his schools, and colleges. Alongside, he also learnt Sanskrit for many years, so that he can better understand the Hindu scriptures-for his philosophy studies.
The book will inspire every one who reads it. How Bhyrappa develops his values of life, at very tender age-and introspects from time to time to strengthen them-is itself a lesson in character building and spirituality. Wonderful opportunities appear before him, now and then, but his decisions, to avail and accept, are guided by his strong value-belief system. He even gave up pursuing his research, for D. Lit, much against wishes of his guide (in Ph.D.), Dr. Javadekar.
His passion for creative writing took precedence over all other activities. But he realised that moving and mixing with people of all types, castes and nationalities were necessary for his creativity. He is a connoisseur of Hindustani classical music, and he himself learnt it for quite many years. He also listened to lot, lot of western classical music also. Many of the creative inputs for his novels came while listening to Hindustani classical music. He has missed no opportunity to spend long hours seeing museums and spend time in secluded places, to be with nature. Climbing hills, is also another passion. He has widely and frequently travelled and mixed with people at all levels-in cities, villages, in other countries. All this, and much more- to get experiences for writing creatively. This itself could be a good learning for any writer!
There is so much more in the life of this genius, a Gyanpeeth Awardee writer-the highest literary recognition in India- who has found meaning in life, even after considering what he faced all along. Few illustrative observations can be mentioned to highlight some.
• Even as a Brahmin, he had to face caste conflicts: while studying, he was force to accept food through ‘varrana, ‘bhikshanna’. However, even those were stopped because he had not gone through his ‘thread ceremony’.
• Though, he did not believe in caste system, he was blamed-particularly after publication of his celebrated novel, ‘Parva’.
• Early in life he lost his two brothers and sisters and mother. He had to carry dead body of his younger brother, on shoulder to cremate, with hardly anyone to console.
• Sheer poverty drove him to pursue education, with breaks-trying for getting in to army; going to Mumbai, to earn money.
• Had to engage in various jobs, for sustenance, like gate keeping at cinema theatre; telling stories by performing in village gatherings, cooking food for colleagues. Working as a coolie, at Mumbai railway station and driving Victoria carriage to ferry passengers.
• Facing police lock up, on fictitious charges.
The book provides beautiful description of his travels to Himalayas. He was in the first batch of travellers to Kailash-Mansarovar, when it was first opened by China. One gets the feel of the chill, when he takes five holy dips, in the Mansarovar, situated at 15000 feet, in spite of running temperature a day earlier-and strongly discouraged by the doctor there.
Bhyrappa describes his dedication, respect and emotions with people, who moved him, taught him, and positively pushed him! He lost his mother quite early-with whom he was too much attached. Every now and then, he remembers Yamunacharya, his teacher of philosophy, Dr. Javadekar, his guide for PhD. He has devoted last chapter to Govind Rao, his first and only publisher-quite senior to him. He gives a touching tribute, at the time of his death.
I cannot control my tears while reading, I quote him, “He (Govind Rao) was the screen between me and death. The intervening screen was removed and I was filled with the feeling that I myself became elder.”