What can we learn from an untranslated autobiography that covers the formative, first half of the playwright’s life?
Bengaluru: Girish Karnad did not create a spectacle out of his death. He had scripted it that way. There were no politicians with wreaths, no state funeral, no public in winding queues, no television crews with breathless, uninformed commentary, and there were no priests, no chants, no rituals. He had commanded privacy and dignity to his last act. This was in complete contrast to staged, tinselly performances in some recent high-profile exits in Bengaluru, including that of his fellow writer U.R. Ananthamurthy.