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Rendezvous with Natarajan Ramji

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 Rendezvous with  Natarajan Ramji - Hema Iyer Ramani

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.” -Michelangelo

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When Natarajan Ramji (Chairman and  MD, Film Tourism-TMIC) looks at a new location, he actually looks at the film sequence that can be shot there – he  sculpts an imaginary sequence and once the idea becomes one with him , Ramji goes ahead to bring the director !  Today, he has more than a thousand films for which he has provided the location. It is no surprise then that he has been christened Location Guru especially in the film circles.

64866_123956210991140_5435279_nRamji loves to travel, and how! Like many who try to get into a line of work or learn a trade, Ramji got into travel business too. At this time, he also got into some acting roles but did not get the role that would shape his career!

When travel agents were being taken off the map, Ramji created new roads combining two areas that he had already evinced interest in – travel and films. The first break came to him with the Telugu film Rudra Netra (with Chiranjeevi) which was the first project that he handled independently.

From then on, places soon became ‘locations’, and he began looking at places with his ‘location’ eyes. He found himself in Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand and the Far East in the 1990s promoting to the film-makers, the scenic beauty that had bewitched him. By 1997, New Zealand had his attention, and Ramji admits, it is a place he has visited more than 38 times. The joy of being able to shoot all year round made NZ a land of all seasons- the fresh green of Spring would bring in the warm tones of yellow gold, only to soon usher the mature deeper tones that Autumn would bring. Winter would bring the purity of a virgin clad in snow- these appealed to Ramji, the variety that Nature paraded in, almost as if She beckoned the actresses to compete with Her in the Cat-Walk!

182182_367376406649118_1866623058_nHe speaks with passion about the changing landscapes, the texture and tones of colours that She cloaks herself with. He speaks about the sheep that are larger in number than the human population – the sheep dogs that respond to the sound of  the whistle knowing that they have to round up the herd to be brought back ! I was reminded of Christopher Plummer in the film Sound of Music blowing a whistle to call out each of his children. The sight of the wide pastures, swift flowing rivers, gardens and orchards proudly displaying the fruits of their labour  all naturally mesmerized him, and he wanted to share the magic of each moment caught in the lens of his eyes  being translated into magic for a larger audience by the filmmaker himself. New Zealand was highly westernized and provided accessibility through its roads which ran around the most picturesque landscapes. An eight-hour long drive from Queenstown to Christchurch and back would take him through lush meadows, quaint little towns of Geraldine, and then the Lake Tekapo with its mountains – the changing landscape of the mountains clothed in white to only burst into flames in Autumn was definitely an inspiration for young lovers, who like the very cold mountain in Winter would soon be ablaze like the very mountain once they were in love! What a perfect situation song!

208992_164707766915984_5198183_nUntil the year 2005, Ramji spent time choosing locales between NZ and Switzerland. He speaks about the 25-day window that the crew would have to be ready to shoot the tulips in bloom. The need to constantly re-invent himself without falling into the safety of a comfort zone, inspired him to search for new locales, hitherto not ventured into at least by the Indian film industry. So if it was Peru and Brazil in 2005, he slowly moved towards the Silk route, and then to more exotic locales. By the end of each film, Ramji began to set a new benchmark for himself, and the bar he set was so high that he often felt the need to improve on the previous venture.

He speaks of the beautiful oceanic island of Sipadan located in Celebes Sea off the East coast of Malaysia. He says it is one of the most beautiful scuba diving spots. “When one steps into the sea, about 10,000 fish come close to you, and when you just stretch your hand to touch them, they would glide away”. 11701159_884493224937431_2231514623238055286_nIt is perhaps like the very fans who come to swarm the stars, and the magic remains only as long as they choose to stay aloof too. Neither the fans nor the stars themselves wish to expose the feet of clay. He fondly remembers Scarface, the fish that would surface near the kitchen at the hotel he stayed because he had become old and could not get his own food. So every noon, at lunch time, he would appear, waiting for the Chef to feed  him ,and it was almost as if  Scarface  had a mental clock because he would just surface up for food at the perfect time each day !

If there is one place that fascinates Ramji, it is the Danum Valley in Borneo rainforests. Trees would rise to grow to 200 ft, and some so wide that it would require 15-20 people forming a chain to clasp it! Ramji is hugely disappointed that he never got permission to shoot in the forests of Borneo. Yet, on a lighter vein, I know it would have been hugely impossible for our stars to go around the trees in the rainforests or perhaps even go on those canopy walks halfway up those tall trees for those song-sequences! But Borneo holds its magic to Ramji because he can still hear the call of the hornbill, the Proboscis monkey, the orang-utans or the pygmy elephants even as he closes his eyes to relive the memory of the blue-roofed cottages where the quiet river runs ever so softly, and where the tallest men still get dwarfed by the shortest trees of Borneo. Borneo reminds him constantly that no matter how high he climbs, he still has miles to go.

12806201_992448594141893_7285181838824454699_nHe speaks with excitement about Salar de Uyuni, the world’s largest salt flat located in South Bolivia. The Telugu film song (Telusa, Telusa) did total justice capturing the landscape of the salt flat and the cactii-studded islands that would tower over men. I also found the Red Sea beach characterized by red algae shot in China absolutely mesmerizing (again captured beautifully in the song Pookkalae Sattru Oyivedungal from the Tamil movie “I”). If it is Georgia and Ukraine one month, it could be the Balkans next month, and Ramji is not complaining. He absorbs not only the landscapes around him, he also devours the culture of each of the places he visits paying attention to little details that are gently stored away in his memory for future reference.

With Dilwale, and the shooting of Gerua song in Iceland with the charismatic heart-throb Shah Rukh Khan and the inimitable Kajol, Ramji reached a big high. He was also able to convince Ajay Devgn to re-shoot portions of Shivaay in Bulgaria (after Canada not working out well). But the momentum rose to an all time high with the Superstar Rajnikanth for the film Enthiran, when he suggested the location of Machu Picchu in Peru, the 15 Century Inca citadel.

12814688_992448547475231_2076074036305588123_nAnd as in any other trade, when a big film happened with a big star, ‘locations’ received notice like never before.

When I asked Ramji where his soul was, and which place did he feel closest to, he answered very simply: “Everywhere. You can say my soul can be found in each of these places.” Somehow, I found myself understanding him- like the mariner who has a girl at every port, Ramji had a film for every location, and so his soul was all over the globe very naturally.

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

Like Michelangelo, Ramji sets each location free when he finds the perfect film to go with it. It is no small wonder then that he is toasted by the Film, Hotel, Travel and Tourist industries all at once.  Yes, he has interacted with the leading directors and actors , been to the best places- yet, his career is not one of glamour alone- it is the same effort that a classical musician puts in to make a complicated rendering 10929004_799039516816136_1056830935894029368_nseem simple at the first note. Even as I sign off, I hear he is sitting on the banks of the Dnieper river, continuing to be fascinated by all that he sees around him.  I realize other passports may get a complex when they see Ramji’s -  for his is one that will have tattoos  on every page ! I recently read a message somewhere: “ Of all the books in the world, the best stories are found between the pages of a passport.” (Anonymous). Ramji’s passport is a truism to this .

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( A  former lecturer of Political Science  at Mount  Carmel  College,Bangalore , Chennai-based writer Hemalatha Ramani contributes to newspapers, magazines and blogs. She is the author of a travel book, Soulscapes:Travels and Conversations in India)  She  writes under the name  of Hema Iyer Ramani.

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Janapada Loka … a trip down memory lane

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20160528_121741Janapada Loka … a trip down memory lane – Hema Iyer Ramani

“In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge. When you pass the inn at the end of the village you leave your favourite whimsy behind you; for you will meet no one who can share it. We listen to eloquent speaking, read books and write them, settle all the affairs of the universe. ……The ancient map-makers wrote across unexplored regions, ‘Here are lions.’ Across the villages of fishermen and turners of the earth, so different are these from us, we can write but one line that is certain, ‘Here are ghosts.’ (“Village Ghosts”)”

W.B.Yeats, The Celtic Twilight:Faerie and Folklore.

20160528_110304Life often is like that. We breeze through our youth rushing past ,without noticing things around us. When we move into the cities, our villages become only memories that trail behind.  We carry these ‘ghosts’ and try to understand them only when we are well past  our prime. With the passing of time, cultural memories get hidden and lost unless they find their way into books or museums.

It was one such dream of a single man called Nage Gowda(Senior Bureaucrat)to keep alive folk traditions  concentrated and afresh within 15 acres of land  . 53 kilometres away from Bengaluru, on the way to Mysore in Ramnagara district  is the beautiful folk village museum called Janapada Loka. An imposing gateway with metal work of trumpets , horns and harige(shield) that adorn it immediately holds the attention of the viewer. As soon as you walk through the gateway, you are greeted by massive  Nandidwajas standing tall and majestic on either side of the pathway. The  lush greenery is instantly soothing to the eyes, and it does not seem too difficult to walk across the long stretch of land,  for there are stone benches  all around and winding pathways with tiny shelters where you could halt and rest before proceeding to different museums. The monkeys and the geese kept us company as we sauntered ahead.

20160528_104544Our first stop was at the Lokamata Mandira , where a variety of household utensils and agricultural tools that were in use in rural Karnataka are in display. A folk artiste( clad in trousers and shirt)took us around explaining the purpose and function of each of them, and we found we were actually familiar with some of them in our own grandparents’ homes- grinding stones, coconut graters, saavige(sevai) maker, and so on. Tall urns  that towered over us were used to store ragi, the staple food .Seeing our sincere interest, he went on talk about folksongs, and we discovered just how talented he was when we heard his magical, deep-throated voice reverberate across the area. All that  talk of grains and millets , the food, the way it was cooked soon made us hungry. We soon headed to the  Lokaruchi Upahara Mandira. Traditional food was served on plantain leaves-delicacies hitherto forgotten except in some traditional homes, where closely guarded secrets lay hidden and tucked away. Kadubu idli wrapped in plantain leaf, mango pulp saaru, Ragi mudde, jolada rotti and akki rotti to mention a few. I recalled eating  piping hot ragi mudde once long back. It was served on a plate with a stone underneath. Saaru would be poured , wetting the mudde just lightly but not keeping it spongy. It reminded me of the coffee plant grown on slopes- it needs water , but not stagnant .

Here mudde was served hot with a dollop of ghee poured generously. The speciality of eating a mudde is you dip it ever so lightly in saaru and  eat it hot, swallowing little balls , one at a time. A very popular dish among the village folks, not so much because it is a delicacy, but because it is extremely nutritious and was the farmer’s  manna, something that was easily available and very inexpensive. In fact, landlords who had to serve food on estates to their employees  fed them mudde because the workers could toil hard for long hours with the mudde sitting comfortably in their stomachs.

There was definitely a sense of déjà vu as one gobbled the mudde. But I felt I would have enjoyed the perfect scenario where I had to sit cross-legged in front of my plantain leaf served on a  mane( small wooden seat) instead o the hard wooden chair that I had sat on.

Of course, once you eat the mudde, you have no option but to start the walk  around the folk museum to digest the stubborn mudde ! Mudde thara koothir beda (don’t sit like mudde ) must have originated thus to prod people to toil so that it would digest.

We sauntered to the part  where the prized artefacts were stored. Loka Mahal  was truly impressive with its large collection of artefacts-large dolls of Yakshanagana and Garudi artistes, Kodava couple, a life-like bullock, leather puppets, war drums that when it was beaten produced the most powerful sound transporting us to a different  time altogether.

The place has a beautiful amphi-theatre as well, where performances are staged  on specific days. What was disappointing was the sight of the completely dry lake ,which explained as to why the geese kept walking all around the place and literally led us to a wild-goose chase toward the non-existent lake ! What is interesting however is that on the banks of the lake is housed a well equipped library that encourages students to re-search folk traditions: Janapada Loka offers certificates/diplomas recognized by the Bangalore University.

Life size dolls and animals depict the rural life style in an open court yard, where pottery is also demonstrated  by artistes. Of course it would be impractical to uproot a village and bring it here. Besides the agricultural implements, what did fascinate me was also the beautifully carved chariot in wood that was so strategically placed that you had to instantly stop before you proceeded any further.

We were fascinated by the Dodda Mane: it seemed to be fashioned after old village homes in rural Karnataka, with a central courtyard, exuding stark simplicity that one would associate with folk traditions. Dodda Mane lets out its space for people to conduct their weddings- a destination wedding amidst mango and  flowering trees, with chirping birds certainly sounds like a dream, for people who have lost all their ‘roots’ with their native villages. The place also serves to house all folk artistes visiting and staying at Janapada Loka.

Janapada Loka….a haven , where you reconnect to your roots and find resonance with your cultural history.

( A  former lecturer of Political Science  at Mount  Carmel  College,Bangalore , Chennai-based writer Hemalatha Ramani contributes to newspapers,magazines and blogs.She is the author of a travel book, Soulscapes:Travels and Conversations in India)  She  writes under the name  of Hema Iyer Ramani.

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