Dara Singh was more than a film star. He was a
piece of folklore and he became a sociological phenomenon. He cannot be
seen merely as a fact of autobiography, a curriculum vitae of
achievements, a composite of 148 films and some legendary TV
performances. He has to be seen as a hybrid of myth and folklore, of
archetype and stereotype. He was an individual who stoked a collective
consciousness, as a larger than life evocation of the desi hero.
He was a creature of the akhada, a pahalwan trained in an Indian style
of wrestling. The akhada of that time was an embedded part of culture, a
blend of the traditional body and Indian values, a theory of health and
vitality. It was not the annexe to electoral politics it became later.
Dara's triumph over King Kong and George Zybisco made him a legend. For a
culture used to defeat in the 1960s, Dara Singh provided a new sense of
a collective identity. He was an undefeated hero. He embodied a folk
notion of victory which travelled from the world of kushti to the annals
of film.
Dara bridged the folklore of the akhada and popular consciousness as a
cinematic hero. As kids we saw him as the man who fought King Kong. Dara
versus King Kong was the ultimate battle of good and evil in our
childhood. He began with the lesser mythologicals like Samson, Hercules,
Sikander, till he created a niche called Hanuman. The joke goes that
there might be 300 Ramayanas but there could be only one Hanuman - Dara
Singh.
His real life was a sociological extension of his reel life. He was president of the Jat Samaj, a member of the Rajya Sabha, a successful studio owner. He epitomised success and the grace and modesty that came with success. Film stars realised that they were stars but he represented a firmament. They were tickled to act with him fulfilling their childhood fantasies. They realised that he had achieved the ultimate by becoming a legend in folk and cine-matic life. His physical prowess was no fantasy, his gentleness was everyday. He created a whole sociology by being himself.
He just had to be and the script organised itself around him. He was the perfect epitome of patriarchy, rustic, strong, Indian, gentle, protective and chivalrous. His strength evoked tolerance, his prowess gentleness. His body represented the good life, the Ayurvedic-agricultural view, which achieved its harmony in the city and made sense of it. His old age was part of an easy cycle of the acceptance of life. His body graduated from strength to authority, from prowess to an earthy wisdom.
Dara as an event had something for everyone. His presence was a child's delight.
His being was both real and unreal, a billboard of a man who played the uncle next door. He was a piece of history who was also a myth. To be Rustam-e-Hind and Hanuman, Sikander, the filmi Dada, a member of Parliament, made him history, nostalgia, an eternal delight, a piece out of an Indian Ripley's Believe It Or Not. Life does not make such creatures any more.
A true narrative of him would find mere biography inadequate. One needs a blend of fantasy, metaphor, folklore, myth, legend and history all rolled into one narrative that was totally singular yet essentially Indian. A Dara Singh stamp done with flair would be a commemorative delight and provide a true sense of folk justice.
Source: The Times of India
Author: Shiv Vishvanathan
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