Monday, 22 August 2016

The woman who danced her way into history

Striking music. Gilded dancers. The histories of our land brought to life before our very eyes by crisply choreographed routines filled with gestures passed down through the centuries.

This is Bharatanatyam. And I think it’s safe to say that it truly represents the pinnacle of art and culture in our incredible city of Chennai.

Bharatanatyam, for those who don’t know, is a form of Indian classical dance that originated in the temples of Tamil Nadu. It further developed into its own distinct style during 3rd and 4th century in ancient Tamilakam. Today, it has come to be a constant symbol for beauty and tradition in our quickly developing city. It is recognized, appreciated, and performed the world over, bringing pride to the land of its birth.

But such fame and acclaim is not easy to achieve. Bharatanatyam was moulded and modified and reborn countless times over the centuries with the help of visionary artists who helped make it into what it is today.


Perhaps the most prominent among them was a woman from Chennai. Her name was Rukmini Devi Arundale. And this is her story.

Rukmini Devi began her life in Madurai on the 29th of February, 1904, in a very intense time in Indian history. She soon moved with her Theosophist parents to Chennai where she grew up in close proximity to Annie Besant and the Theosophical Society. In her youth she was extremely fortunate to be exposed to a great deal of culture in various forms – dance, art, music, and theatre. She went on to marry noted British theosophist, George Arundale, and travelled the world making international connections to prominent members of the global society. She proved to be an efficient leader, and served as head of several international associations.

However she is best remembered for her work in Indian classical dance. Rukmini Devi was one of those who came late to their calling. Despite growing up surrounded by various forms of dance, she never truly cared for the art until 1924, when she saw the performance of renowned ballerina, Anna Pavlova in London. She was so inspired and moved, that she began to learn ballet herself (at the persuasion of Ms.Pavlova) and soon moved on to Indian dance. Years later, she finally found one that stole her heart - Bharatanatyam.

Rukmini Devi longed to learn and master ‘Sadir Attam’, one of the earlier forms of Bharatanatyam. She found herself a guru, and despite much social prejudice and stigma, she began her formal training. To me, the most striking part of her earliest stages of learning was that it was done in complete secrecy. She met her guru in private and took lessons with all doors and windows shut and someone always standing guard. She was determined to follow her passion and she didn’t let anybody stop her.

She went on to not only master the art, but revive and redefine it, presenting it to society in a new light. She took great care throughout the reinvention process, personally designing new costumes, new jewelry, and new makeup looks. She even introduced new instruments into the orchestra that provided the music. She created new routines and gestures, and truly pulled the artform out of the past and into the 20th century. She poured her heart and soul and time and talent into her work and the results were nothing short of remarkable.

But she didn’t stop there. In 1936, she established Kalkshetra, an academy for music and dance which is now a deemed university under the Kalakshetra foundation. Todays it boats a 100 acre campus situated in Thiruvanmiyur, Chennai, and attracts students from across the globe. She was also an extraordinary humanitarian best known for her fierce work in the promotion and protection of animal rights.

By looking at her countless achievements, it is easy to see why she is a well renowned figure in the story of Madras. She is remembered for her contributions to art, culture, and her humanitarian work. But I truly believe that she should be remembered for so much more than that.

In our hypercompetitive ever-growing global community, as a young lady, I am always looking for inspiration – for someone to look up to and admire and learn from. Something important to keep in mind in this context is that we as humans are programmed to try and look for ourselves in history. We seek out people of the same ethnicity, from the same city, from similar circumstances. As the saying goes “Representation is Inspiration.”

I believe that Rukmini Devi deserves to be remembered because she represents inspiration for so many young girls in our city, me included. She walked the same streets we walk, lived in the same city as we do, and seeing someone go on to do as well as she did sparks a light in me, a hope that if she could change the world, then maybe, just maybe, so can I.

In a history so filled with important statesmen, she was a shining example of all a woman could become. She was strong and worked for what she believed in. She was a rebel, who did what she wanted, what she knew was right for her. She took charge of her life, and charted a course to greatness.

Rukmini Devi has unquestionably left a mark on this city. She changed the scene of culture and art. She established a tremendous institution that today trains people from across the globe. But more than anything else she has done, I think she deserves to be remembered and honoured for the marks she left in hearts of people across our gleaming metropolis. She danced her way not only into the pages of history, but into the depths of our city’s soul.

She taught us to honour our heritage. To follow our passions. To build our dreams into reality. She inspired us to do what we love no matter the cost. She taught us to be brave.

Noted novelist, Chuck Palahnuik once said, “The goal isn’t to live forever. It is to create something that does.”

Rukmini Devi was a great artist and created many beautiful things in her time.
But perhaps the greatest thing she created was a story. Her story. A story that will live through the centuries. A story that will continue to inspire us for generations to come.

It is the story we will tell our daughters, to teach them to dream. The story of a locked room where it all began, a daring young woman from Chennai within, dancing to a brave new tune that would one day change the world.

That is a story worth remembering, don’t you think?

Happy Madras Day :)

Until next time,
Bianka



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