Analysis Of Dharmastiga And K. S. Na

Dharmasthala and K.S.Na at Mysore in 1991), Honorary Doctorates (Adiga from The World Academy of Art and Culture in 1979 and K.S.Na from Mysore University in 1991).
A closer analysis of the thematic concerns of Adiga and K.S.Na shows them crisscrossing with their preoccupations on love, social concerns, vagaries of life, uncertainty of death, God and spiritual quests.K.S.Na’s very popular NinnaHesaru (Your Name) begins with how a name haunts the poet in blushing lotus petals, tolling bells of the temple, the eyes of a jumping calf, in everything in and around, finally binding the self with the soul. Adiga’sMy Lotus Red begins with the blooming beauty’s sensuous impact on the passers-by, wind, bees and water but the emergence of the golden rayedSun
Adiga is a complex poet, and his narrators suffer from existential crisis, having the potential to create splinters but cannot explode. While K.S.Na's protagonist is an optimistic common man whose acceptance of life's absurdities cosmically connects him to his surroundings.K.S.Na’spoem Ramanavami taken from KaimaradaNelalalli(Under the Shade of the Hand Post) written two years before his death in 2001, typically speaks about the poet’s innate optimism, by beginning with,I am not the one who brings a fingerbefore the eyes,intendingto look at the world fromthere. /If seen thus, the sight is incomplete. (Song of Life: 60)The poet asks us to look at the trickling rivulet, the standing hill, the stubbornboulder,the flying bird and the hearth. He further brings us closer to reality by diverting our attention towards children who are returning home from school and their laughter which continues even as they sit to eat, making the author feel that some fortunelost long ago, has been regained. And then the day is remembered as Rama's birthday, the rituals of a jasmine garland on Rama's portrait, sweetmeats,salad, melon-juice, fan, children in gold-laced dhoti bustlingaround and singing hymns, thefestival springing as an oasis amidst the desert of life. While the elders bless that 'Let lifebe a festivallike this every day,' their
In his poem The Ganga will Never Go Dry he ridicules the beaten path of the river: 'Although fresh water flows in, there is still the inebriation of the past'. His last two anthologies Ba IttaItta (Come hither,hither)and SuvarnaPuttali(The Golden Doll) offer no cluesabout old age, health (towards his end Adigaendured the limitations of a paralytic) and loneliness as adamant ideologies are reassessed as the poet stood at the threshold of