Pages from the autobiography of the Yakshagana legend Keremane Shivarama Hegde
Keremane Shivarama Hegde was one of Yakshagana's most celebrated names. He spoke extensively about his life and times to G S Bhat, who transcribed it all into a book.
In the course of a career spanning over six decades, Shivarama Hegde came to be acknowledged as one of the greatest exponents of the badagathittu style of Yakshagana.
Born in Keremane, in Honnavara taluk of Uttara Kannada, on June 21, 1908, he first perfomed on stage when he was just 14. Hailing from a poor family of Havyaka brahmins, he dropped out of school even before he could complete his primary education. Struggling to earn a living, he worked at various points in his life as a bus driver, ticket booking agent and shopkeeper. He even taught himself to play the mridanga.
In 1934, he founded the Idagunji Mahaganapati Yakshagana Mandali, which remains one of the most famous troupes to this day. In 1965, he won a state award. Then came the Central Sangeet Natak Academy Award in 1970 and a Rajyotsava Award in 1985.
Nenapina Rangasthala is a candid account of his life in his own words, as told to G S Bhat. Recorded on tape around 1981, it was published only in 1996. The book has won fulsome praise in literally circles. This excerpt is from Chapter 7, called Olidu Bandavalu (The woman who gave me love).
In society’s view, it was an
illicit relationship. But it couldn’t be in my view, and in the view of others
who knew her well. In society’s view she was a prostitute. Her name was
Shivamma, and she was from Haladipura of Honnavara taluk.
Once, we put up a show of
the Karna episode in Idagunji, and I played Arjuna. She lived in the house next
door, and sent for me. I was very shy about women. When I had to act with a
woman character on stage, I wouldn’t even look her full in the face and talk. I
could barely manage the emotion of love on stage. But in her company, I was rid
of my shyness; I started feeling less inhibited when I had to act out romantic
scenes. I cannot forget her role in helping me develop as a complete artiste.
I was the shy type. Her servant came to me three or four times and pleaded that I go and see her. I persuaded Yaji Bhagavataru to go along with me. We spoke of this and that. “Come to my house in Haladipura,” she said just before we left. I said I would, but I didn’t go. Finally, she came over to our place. She cast a spell on Appa and Amma, impressing them that she was a very good woman.
I gathered that she had once
chanced upon Mabla Hegde on the road, wept, and told him how unhappy she was
that I hadn’t been to see her. He finally brought himself to tell me about it.
It seems her sorrow had anguished him too. She had taken me to heart so much.
She embarked on a huge
adventure to win me over. I was amazed. It must have been a predestined
relationship. She put in the recommendation of Putsabhahit, who was a trustee
of the Idagunji temple, and my well-wisher. “She might end up drinking poison,
go look her up once,” he said.
“I am scared. If I have to
go to the hospital tomorrow I don’t have the means to spend ten rupees. It’s a
shame, and it ruins the body,” I replied.
That was a time when all
this was not forbidden. Rather, it was a matter of prestige. But what he said
came true. I was in touch with her for a long time, and didn’t get so much as a
headache even once. Even at this age of 73, I am strong and healthy.
The two of us fell into a
kind of madness. Even a considerable time after I got to know her, we had no
physical contact. She had struggled for three or four years for my friendship.
I have experienced many wonderful moments with her. It wouldn’t be wrong to say
she kindled my interest in my family. She had received lots of wealth from
others, but she did not take a single paisa from me.
She had great affection, and
respect, for my wife. When we went to see the Idagunji temple festival, she
would take my wife along, buy her things, and see her off after giving her some
money. Even when my wife came to know about my friendship with her, she was not
pained. This was astounding!
She had similar sentiments
towards my children. Once, when Shambhu was in her house, he developed high
fever. I was in the village and didn’t know about it at all. She sat by his bed
all day and night and nursed him. She had cared for him so much. I have seen
directly and indirectly that my children and my family treated her with similar
If she had been a housewife, she would undoubtedly have been an ideal one. Who knows what had happened in her past life, she had ended up as a prostitute.
The man who kept her
officially as a mistress was an Iyengar of Shimoga. He had bought for her gold
jewellery worth twenty to twenty five thousand rupees in those days. He had
also bought her a place in Shimoga.
From what I gathered, she
had fixed up his marriage. The Iyengar couple lived in Sagar initially. If
his wife had to buy a sari, she would accompany her. She would choose saris for
both of them. I have never heard her speak a single irresponsible, mocking
word. If for some reason, I spoke roughly to my wife, she would quarrel with
me. She never nursed any intentions of separating any married couple.
I was deeply pained when I
heard news of her death. I had planned to go and see her when she was
bedridden. It was the time my second son had died, and I would be shaken if I
saw anyone lying in bed with fever. Moreover, I wasn’t stepping out of the
house. In her very last days, I neither went to see her, nor did I know of her
Initially, she hadn’t told
anyone about the tumour in her breast. When she visited our house, I believe
she told my older daughter-in-law. Gowri took her to hospital and got some
medicine prescribed. I came to know of it only then. She had developed breast
I knew her financial
position was far from comfortable at the time of her death. She wouldn’t in any
case touch any money from me. Once when I went to see her I got to know that
she didn’t even have a blanket to cover herself. I thought of a way: I bought a
new blanket, pretended to use it for a couple of days, and then left it there
pretending I had forgotten about it.
Although the Iyengar had
given her some gold, he would take it away and pledge it time and again when he
suffered losses in his business. He would redeem it and return it to her when
things eased up a bit. A few days before he died, he had pledged the gold
again. He died without being able to redeem it again. “I don’t know whether I
will be able to get the gold back soon. Keep this money for now,” he said,
giving her ten thousand rupees. Just two days before he died, he had taken back
He died unexpectedly. She got nothing from him for her livelihood. He didn’t intend to throw her out on the streets; everything happened by accident. It was her misfortune. A few days after his death, they say she went to his wife, fell at her feet, and begged her for help. But the family didn’t heed her words. If someone wrote about her life, it might become a wonderful story or novel.
Nenapina Rangasthala (Stage of memories) is a publication of Akshara Prakashana, Heggodu, 1996