Transcending Dance

The crowd began to stream in quite early at the San Jose Center of the Performing Arts, the hallways soon a chattering buzz of anticipation. They had come to witness renowned actress and danseuse Shobana’s latest production, Trance – Dance of Drums.

Nestled well and comfortably in their seats, the performance commenced precisely at the appointed time. Two mesmerizing hours later, the enthralled audience rose to its feet in generous and sustained applause. The masterful performance had impressed even the most seasoned of the cognoscenti to the very core.

The word trance can suggest several nuances, but the hypnotic rhythms and sounds that strung through the evening’s many acts transformed the stage into a space of swirling energy. The themes were chosen for their universal import, starting with the Dasha Mahavidyas, the 10 Tantric wisdom goddesses. This was no dainty ballroom dance, but a startling, unsettling, dynamic immersion into the fathomless energy of Mahakali, the Goddess who is the devourer of time.

Vanquishing the ignorance which masquerades as evil with her sword, challenging all limiting conventions, Kali stormed the stage with an electric tension, the haunting background score of the Kaapi raga heightening the charged atmosphere. Depicted also as the South Indian goddess Mariamma, Kali’s inebriated sway and dominance of stage was a searingly authentic portrayal of the inscrutable, often implacable aspects of Reality. No sooner had it come to a peak of intensity though, than the tempo turned swiftly into one of Kali’s reassuring protection and grace. The soothing notes of Nilambari and Shankarabharanam now accompanied the dancers’ exquisite hand mudras, reminiscent of blossoming lotus flowers. The audience by now had its appetite whetted.

If the first act saw a supine Lord Shiva struggle to catch a glimpse of the Goddess’s crimson feet, the next act showed the Lord coming into his own, first in eternal play with Kali and a host of yoginis. Shiva as Tripurantaka, destroyer of the three citadels of evil, emerged ultimately as Nataraja, Lord of cosmic dance and rhythm. A glorious sequence of poses culminating in Nataraja’s cosmic pose with raised foot will remain imprinted in memory.

God and Goddess acknowledged, the next act celebrated the divine romance of Radha and Krishna, as immortalized in the lyrical poem, Lalita Lavanga. The infatuating environment of the spring season, Radha’s pining for Krishna even as he frolicked in the forest with the other smitten maids of Vrindavan, followed by Krishna’s atonement and subsequent charming and entrancing of Radha…all of these classical themes left the audience in rapture.

The next segments of the show, we were now informed, would highlight interfaith themes of religious harmony, and especially of lesser acknowledged yet great women mystics from various traditions. First in sequence was the story of the Buddha. This was much like an abridged version of Edwin Arnold’s classic ‘Light of Asia’, enlivened with form and movement, chants and voice, color and light. Particularly poignant was the episode of the prince Siddhartha’s renunciation, and his brave surmounting of the dragons and dangers of the spiritual path. The steps and musical scores suggested a distinctive Asian influence, including hypnotic chants of the Tibetan and Japanese mantras of compassion and surrender. The dance itself seemed to melt into a living stream of compassion.

The story of Bibi Nachiar, the Muslim princess and exemplary devotee of Lord Krishna, was depicted next, in a flowing fusion of Sufi and Bharatanatyam dance styles. The devotional element was highlighted by some soulful Sufi Qawwali music and the strains of the Carnatic Rangapura Vihara in equal and delightful measure. The choreography, in addition, proved to be an unforgettable visual treat.

No less impactful was the next piece about Mary of Magdala, the ‘apostle of apostles’, and her tale of great devotion to the prophet of Nazareth. Set against a backdrop of Mediterranean visuals and the life of Jesus, the dancers did a stellar job of bringing home the high spiritual stature of Mary Magdalene. Magdalene’s pure devotion made her the first person to whom the Lord Christ revealed himself after his resurrection. Through these remarkable stories, the audience received a sense for the universality of aspirations to Truth, and its genuine manifestations across varieties of religious practice.

The crowning highlight of the evening was the entrancing ‘Dance of Drums’, a celebration of the pure potency of sound. The audience was treated to a panorama of different percussion traditions, with Shobana’s astonishing drumming talents providing further confirmation of her astonishing versatility. For a few charming minutes, she invited them to keep step with her captivating percussion chants from the various regional styles of India, and across the world, getting everyone to partake in the flow.

The rest of the dance cast were no less impressive. The live orchestra comprising Prithvi Chandrasekhar on the keyboard and Anantha R. Krishnan for percussion provided excellent support, and were good enough to host an evening on their own. The jugalbandi playoff with the live orchestra, as well as the delightful interweaving of dance snippets and styles from around the world was a high point. This was truly the dance of sound competing for honors with the sound of dance, the creative expressions of these artistes of extraordinary endowment. The final piece was an energetically paced yet soul stirring rendition of the Hanuman Chalisa, an offering to herald ultimate auspiciousness.

The harmonious blending of visual imagery and vocals, electronic embellishments and traditional styles was a feat of perfect orchestration for the evening as a whole. Above all, Shobana had, with her vivid stage presence and genuine passion, succeeded in communicating something of the esoteric essence that underlies all true art. Hers was indeed, in the beautiful words of Tagore, the dance that is ecstatic meditation in the still center of movement.

A Wedding of Indian Hearts

‘Phir Bhi Dil Hai Hindustani’…

Early summer is prime wedding season in India, and childhood memories of summer weddings are of throngs of people, elaborate ceremonies, pranks with cousins, and overwhelming feasts. The typical wedding lasted three, sometimes even four days from start to finish, almost like the timeless train journeys of those days from one end of India to the other.

Decades later, and continents apart, I went last month to a wedding of Indian diaspora friends in California. The nuptials lasted a tidy seven hours, mirroring today’s airplane journey time from Pennsylvania to California, home bases of the families involved. The India­­­n wedding in America has indeed morphed with the times. Happily, it has also retained the essence, adroitly blending past and present, every moment suffused with gaiety and joy.

Proceedings commenced early at the sprawling community center venue in Livermore, with a stream of Indian, Chinese and Western guests tucking into a welcome South Indian breakfast on a typically chilly California morning. Folks had certainly turned up in their Sunday finest, presenting a pleasing spectacle in their Conjeevarams and other elegant outfits. A call for the baraat party (the groom’s procession) rang out on the dot at 8:30 am, and a group of baraat enthusiasts soon gathered at the far corner of the grounds. From there, they danced their way to the main quadrangle amidst much tumult and revelry, even as a stiff breeze helped lift their Bhangra leaps a couple of additional inches into the air.

The wind in fact was brisk enough to blow a few scarves and shawls and sundry items over, prompting the waiting bridal party by the main altar to launch with gusto into the Sri Hanuman Chalisa, a popular supplication in praise of the ever auspicious deity Hanuman. No sooner had they sang it through, than the winds calmed into a gentle breeze, the sun peeped out, and the baraat party led by the groom and his parents arrived to enthusiastic shouts and songs of welcome from the bride’s family. The bride, in accordance with custom, waited indoors.

The ritual preliminaries now got under way, adhering largely to a South Indian format, with the bride and groom parties each represented by their own officiating priest. The priests invoked the blessings of the elements, praying for the success of the main ceremony, while the groom retired into a chamber for the next ceremonial act, the Kashi Yatra. The Kashi Yatra requires the groom, spurred by a last minute fit of renunciation, to embark on a pilgrimage by foot to Kashi, only to be stopped shortly by the bride’s father, and after some convincing, to relent finally to continue with the wedding. Kashi of course being in India, and the groom not quite equipped with either visa or airplane ticket, this Kashi yatra of California origins was not going to last too long. More laughter ensued when the bridal side’s priest counselled that the versatile bride was already one step ahead having visited Kashi earlier, and could certainly help make arrangements for a guided tour if he went through with the wedding!

Next came more sweet and fun preludes, the oonjal or swing ritual, with several ladies singing, dancing and celebrating around the couple seated on a swing, followed by the ‘maalai maatral’, an airborne exchange of multiple garlands between the couple, each hoisted on the shoulders of their respective supporters.

For the main ceremony, the bride, now looking radiant with joy, donned a traditional saree presented to her by the groom. The priests made sure to provide wonderful translations for many of the beautiful Sanskrit invocations, so all present could appreciate. The audience followed with heightened interest, making it a most user friendly nuptial ceremony to witness.

Vows exchanged, the groom vested the bride with the mangalsutra, the ‘cord of auspiciousness’ that would signify them man and wife. This was to be the first time the couple would hold hands…clearly the prevailing mores of earlier times, but with the priest quipping this surely was their first time in front of such large gathering of family! Congratulations flowed all round, and the couple came off the altar stage to walk down the aisle, receiving wishes from friends, and seeking blessings from the elders in the audience.

However pre-compatible the bride and groom of today may be with each other though, the actual moment of the mangalsutra remains one that transcends place and time. The son and daughter of timeless generations who have suffered and striven, rejoiced and loved for this blessed moment, beholding each other, ancestors pouring benediction from the far corners of the universe. Mother to be of countless future generations, their destiny being woven from the cosmic thread of this holy wedlock, gazing into the eyes of her knight in shining armor. Praying together that may there be no one in their line who would not come to realize the bliss of God. Promising to be tender and caring for each other, not for this life alone, but for seven lives in the future where they would, by traditional belief, continue to find and be wedded to each other.

The post wedding reception was no less memorable. The bride’s brother officiated as master of ceremonies, delivering brilliantly witty punches in a modern day version of the katha kalakshepam. His side splitting life advice to the couple and their equally humorous repartees regaled the crowd. The prince now proceeded to serenade his princess in mellifluous tones, accompanied by a high school buddy on the piano, and she seemed to approve, soon joining him in graceful step. Their friends from school, and all over the world, shortly took over the stage for a performance that could do a Bollywood professional dance troupe proud. This cool and hip generation can certainly excel at just about everything.

An exceptional luncheon culminated in an array of enticing vegan desserts, while easily surpassing the most scrutinizing standards of connoisseur’s tastes. The proceedings then dissolved into further dancing and merriment.

Everyone went away happy for having witnessed a joyous union of hearts.  This modern day Indian wedding, all of seven hours, was as complete and wonderful as it could be, in every sense of the word.