CHAPTER III

DANCING IN INDIA

Lack of art sense among the Hindoos; dancing and the Brahmin

religion; the Apsarazases, Bayaderes and Devadazis; Hindoo music

and the dance; dancing in modern Indian; Fakir dances; philosophic

symbolism of the Indian dance.

The civilization of ancient India was, with the exception of China,

the only rival to that of Egypt. But it is remarkable that the Indian

mind took a totally different direction from the Egyptian. The tendency

towards spiritual expansion that manifested itself in Egypt and

Greece became in India a tendency towards concentration. The Indian

mind lacked the gift of observation and mathematical proportions, so

essential in art, that was possessed by the subjects of the Pharaohs.

For this reason we find a magnificent Indian philosophy and mystic

science, but an undeveloped feeling for æsthetic values. With the

exception of weird and bizarre architecture, that manifested itself

most powerfully in the pagodas and temples, the Indian sculpture,

painting, music and dancing are too primitive for our taste, as they

probably were for that of the ancient Egyptians and Greeks.

In all the Indian constructive arts, in their temple decorations and

frescoes, we find very few dancing figures, still fewer graceful

reproductions of the human body. Their gods and goddesses look to

us like monsters. The Indian Venera, to be seen in the Pagoda of

Bangilore, looks like a caricature, as compared with the Greek

Aphrodite. The Indian goddess of dancing, Ramble, who, according to

the legend, was a courtesan of Indra, and gave birth to two daughters,

Nandra (Luxury) and Bringa (Pleasure), lacks all the loftiness and

charm which surrounded the dancing goddesses of Egypt and Greece.

There is neither life nor grace in any of the Indian temple art. Even

the smile of Indian gods is stupid and inexpressive. The lack of

humor and joy mirrors itself best in the art of the Bayaderes, the

celebrated dancers of India. Their gestures and movements are void of

that exultant gaiety and optimism that predominates in dances of other

nations. An air of gloom and pessimism emanates from all the Indian art.

There is no doubt that the peculiarities of Indian music have been

obstacles to the development of the national dance. Although it is full

of color and feeling, yet the division of their scale into so many more

tone units than ours makes it extremely difficult for a dancer to catch

the delicate nuances and lines and reproduce them in movement. A few

dancing designs here and there give the impression that this art has

not changed during the four thousand years of the nation’s existence.

Since the whole Indian civilization is the same to-day that it was

thousands of years ago, we are pretty safe in our assumption that the

dances of the Bayaderes exhibited at Calcutta or Benares now were

pretty nearly the same during the life of Buddha. The modern dances,

like the old ones, show similarity in the fact that the Indian dancers

stand nearly at one spot and hardly move their feet, while mimicking,

and moving their body, arms, hands and fingers. The individual

peculiarity of all Indian dances lies in the impressionistic poses of

their hands and the body.

India deserves to be called the Land of a Thousand Religions. Religion

to an Indian represents everything. Like wisdom and life, dance is of

divine origin. From time immemorial dancing has been a part of Indian

temple ceremonies. The Brahmin religion is interwoven with beautiful

legends and myths, according to which dancing was the first blessing

that Brahma gave to mankind. One of the legends tells us that the

divine Tshamuda danced to music while standing on an egg and holding

a huge turtle on her back. In such a position she is to-day giving

performances to Brahma in the Nirvana. Such a magic Paradise, with

plenty of dancing and music, lasting from early morning till late in

evening, is promised after death to all faithful souls.

A widespread Indian legend is that which describes the magic dancing of

the Apsarazases, or divine nymphs, with which the Indian imagination

has populated every hill and brook. The only occupation of the

Apsarazases is singing and aerial dancing. For this purpose these

sacred nymphs are supplied with feathery wings which enable them to

fly freely in the air. Dancers who reach the very climax of their art

get magic wings like every Apsarazas and vanish alive from the earth.

This legend laid the foundation of the Indian sacred dances, which

were taught by the priests to young maidens kept specially for that

purpose near the temples. While the European tourist calls all Indian

dancers Bayaderes, regardless whether they give their performances

on the streets or in the temples, an Indian calls the temple dancers

Devadazis, or the ‘slaves of God.’ The common street or social dancer

is called Nautch Girl. The Indian Devadazis are raised and educated

much as are the Christian nuns. After being graduated from a dancing

school, the girls are taken by the priests to the temples in which they

give daily performances to the pilgrims and live as sacred courtesans

with the clergy.

The main function of the Devadazis consists in giving performances,

either singly or in groups, to the priests and the pilgrims. Some of

their dances take place in front of the pagodas, others inside. The

dancers always wear a long garment, covering their body and legs,

leaving only the hands and arms bare. Rich people can hire these

temple dancers to give performances in their homes, otherwise they

never appear outside the temple atmosphere. To an Indian dancer the

most important parts of her body are her breasts and fingers. Though

she appears in dance barefoot, frequently with rings in her toes, she

pays comparatively little attention to her feet. Many of the modern

Bayaderes wear an elaborate costume of yellow with wide pantalettes and

richly embroidered wraps around the shoulders, leaving arms and breasts

bare.

The music accompanying the dances of the Indian Bayaderes is produced

by an orchestra consisting of wood wind instruments similar to our

flute and oboe, a few string instruments, two different drums and a

few tambourines. The leader of the orchestra gives a sign by striking

certain brass plates and the Bayaderes, lifting their veils, advance

in front of the musicians and begin the dance. The dance, consisting

usually only of mimic expressions of two dancers, has a strange melody

and a stranger rhythm. Neither the music nor the dance can be compared

with anything known in our Western art. Now and then the feet beat

measure, otherwise there is little display of leg agility. The face,

particularly the eyes, of the Indian dancers are very expressive.

But the alphabet of the dance mimicry is so large that it requires a

special study in order to understand and appreciate the fine movements

of an artist.

All the Indian social ceremonies, such as marriage, birth and burial,

are celebrated with dancing and music. This is particularly true of

the social ceremonies of the rich. The standing of the dancers is high

in India, so that even in the palace of the Rajah dancers are treated

like the guests. In certain parts of India the Bayaderes have the

right to live as guests at any house without paying. Prince Uchtomsky,

who made a special study of Indian life and art, writes that in cities

visited by the European tourists one rarely gets a glimpse of the real

Bayaderes. According to him there are many Indian Bayadere dancers that

surpass in their suggestive power our most passionate ballets. Every

line of their miniature impressionism in dance has an exotic beauty

which implies more than it expresses.

The Indian dancers are usually women, though Pierre Loti writes that he

witnessed several dances performed by men. These dances, as described

by him, tally closely with those which the writer saw frequently

performed by various Mongolian tribes in South-Eastern Russia. But we

are inclined to think that these, being wild in their character, could

not be classified as dances of Indian origin.

To a certain class of Indian dancing belong the well-known fakir

dances, performed by begging pilgrims at public gatherings. These

represent the surviving fanaticism of an ancient sect. Their strange

performances are to be seen everywhere in Northern India. Absolutely

naked and with dishevelled hair, they moan, shriek and groan, jumping

wildly up and down and shaking their hands convulsively. When the

fanatical execution has reached its climax the fakirs stab themselves

with knives or hot irons until they fall into a trance. It is a kind

of Oriental ‘Death Dance.’ To an outsider it is unexplainable how they

can endure such self-torture for any length of time. In most cases the

knives that the fakirs use are so constructed that they do not go deep

into the body but scratch only the skin and produce slight wounds.

Though their bloody performances make a deep and shocking impression

upon the onlookers, yet dances of this kind cannot be classified as an

art.

The best dancers that India has ever produced are those who resembled

brooding philosophers and prophetic priestesses rather than pleasing

artists. The Indian conception of beauty lies in the spiritual and

intellectual and but little in the physical and æsthetic forms. The

main purpose of the great Indian _ballerinas_ is to inspire their

audiences to thought and meditation upon the great powers of nature

and the mystic purposes of human life. Their art is exotic and

introspective and lacks absolutely the element of purely beautiful

inspiration, produced by the great Western dancers. Those of our

Western students of art who make us believe that they can perform

genuine Indian dances are grossly mistaken, simply because the real

Indian dance is not an art and amusement, but the preaching of a

certain philosophy. Our materialistic logic is unable to catch the

subtle philosophic symbolism that appeals to an Indian mind. We are

brought up to enjoy the positive and not the negative plane of life.

For us beauty is joy, for the Hindus it is sorrow. An Indian dancer who

can move her audience to tears with her dancing will fail to make the

least impression upon our audiences.

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