Jadugar is a term for magician. Hegde Jadugar is the stage name of a legendary magician, agriculturist, philosopher, philanthropist and my dearest paternal uncle Dattatreya S. Hegde. He is the founder of a non-profit organization called Nemmadi Jagattu (Peaceful World). The name Dattatreya comes from an Indian diety Dattatreya, an incarnation of Lord Shiva. Hegde Jadugar had a passion for two things: (a) magic, and (b) improving the society. This post is about the legendary Hegde Jadugar and his world.
Hegde Jadugar was born to Bhuvaneshwari and Shivaram Hegde as their fourth son in 1965 in a village Hemgar near the present Siddapura town, India. Shivaram Hegde was an agriculturist, who also gave judgement to the people during the disputes in the village. Hegde Jadugar was greatly influenced by his superhero, his father. He learned and followed from his father many principles of life.
I do not know much details regarding his education. As he puts it, he loved to read a lot but it was difficult for him to remember stuffs and score marks. He studied in Kannada medium schools. Though he had a medium level education about the world, he knew lot lot lot more in life.
Interest in Magic
While growing up, Hegde Jadugar got interested in the world of magic. He went to many people to learn magic. Most people in his family did not support him for his unconventional thinking. As he said once, his elder brother Diwakar S. Hegde supported him for delving into the magic world. He had several gurus and learned a lot of magic tricks from them.
Shivaram Hegde was an agriculturist. Hegde Jadugar too somehow landed up in the same field. He had a small portion of land and he cultivated arecanut there. In India, agriculture can provide for the basic necessities of life but not a comfortable one. Anyway, he was contented in it.
Hegde Jadugar’s wife is Parvathi. At the time of their marriage, Hegde Jadugar was 32 and Parvathi was 19. They do not have any children as they never slept together for 15 years. I do not know the reason behind this principle of Hegde Jadugar.
I was in school. Every year when we had summer holidays we would go to my grandmother’s house. Hegde Jadugar’s house was near to it. Almost always I used to spend my time with my dearest kaaka Hegde Jadugar. I was calling him as Dattu kaaka. I would follow him into agricultural lands, forests, other villages, mountains, and so on. His style of communication was so different when he talked to kids, women, old aged people, youngsters etc. He cracked a lot of jokes and we would almost die laughing for his jokes. Humor was the major reason for all of us to follow him wherever he went.
Hegde Jadugar is undoubtedly one of the big architects of me. After having all the fun of play, games, music, food and so on at the end of the day, my cousins and I had to go to sleep. He would sleep on the cot and we had to sleep on beds on the ground. When the lights were turned off at 10:30 pm, he would start with a joke. We were his big fans for all the amazing jokes he cracked. He would start with a joke and slowly it would turn into a question-answer session and then into a philosophical think tank. He would inject into us the drug of goodness. No school in the world will teach how to live. But here, there was an attempt to feed some of the most matured thoughts and ideas of life into the subconscious minds of the young brains. He would tell us several stories. He had told some 200+ moral stories none of which I can find on Internet. Most of them have been written down by him in his notebook. Every night it would be like an experience of a movie. Before our discussions and arguments end, it would be 1:00 or 1:30 am. He was the only person in my entire family tree who told me not to give a shit for jobs and to run behind knowledge only till I was at least 30. Being a magician, he is a mind blowing mind analyzer for the simple reason that he knew that the suggestions given to the mind just before the sleep will be revised again and again in sleep and even in dreams. This concept of his auto-suggestion created a new me. May be many of the principles I follow now is due to the seeds sown by him.
Hegde’s Gili Gili Magic
Hegde Jadugar was a synonym for magic. He loved magic more than anything. He had 25 years of experience in magic. He was proficient in card tricks, rope tricks, getting unlimited water from a bowl, removing hundreds of items from a hat, handkerchief tricks, talking doll, cup tricks, levitation, hypnotism and thousand others. Not just learning existing magic tricks but he has also invented several of them. I believe he has also done magic in hospitals too as magic therapy.
It is not at all easy to learn magic tricks. One should have several guru(s) and work under them. Also that one should have patience and practice to become a perfectionist in magic. I think Hegde Jadugar has given 3000+ magic shows at various places including hotels, public places, birthdays, marriages, parties, schools, temples, streets, houses, airports, hospitals etc. He had also been to foreign countries like Bahrain, Kuwait, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Singapore and so on to perform magic shows.
Some of his favorite magicians were Harry Houdini and David Copperfield. He would tell me stories of how such people risked their lives for their passion of magic. Houdini, who is a common name around the world famously called king of handcuffs died due to an accident while performing magic. David Copperfield, who is called the king of magic got several injuries. One more magician had died while catching a bullet in his teeth. Many more…
In one of my blogs, I had created a page called Shall I help you? That was an idea I had thought of. To listen to people’s problems or issues and do my level best to solve them. There I had given a story of two men that I got from Internet. It went this way.
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to make you happy.’
When we share problems,
There’s half the pain.
When we share tears,
A rainbow follows rain.
When we share laughter,
There’s twice the fun.
When we share success,
We’ve surpassed what we’ve done.
This was the story and the message. Hegde Jadugar got so influenced from the story. He said to me that even he had a similar idea of helping people. I suggested him to take the initiative and start something new so that it would be helpful to the society.
After several months, Hegde Jadugar founded a non-profit organization called Nemmadi Jagattu. The aim of organization is to create a peaceful world. The goals of the organization include
- Make the town of Siddapura clean by incorporating many ideas to prevent people from throwing garbage or waste on to roads.
- Remove the superstitious beliefs of people.
- Change people’s mentality for religious tolerance.
- Teaching people the art of living.
- Solving some of the problems of people or at least taking the first step in solving their problems.
- Give knowledge about health.
- Thousand others which changes the lives of people in a significant way.
Nemmadi Jagattu was inaugurated in mid 2012. The idea was to make this inauguration function very big. Only when dignitaries come to the function, more people come. Here too there were some politicians and the religious leaders of Hindu, Christianity and Islam. Probably first time I know of (in India), all the three religious leaders lit the candle light. The inauguration was a grand success.
The organization is just one year old. In that one year Hegde Jadugar made probably more than 25 meetings with several dignitaries and other organizations to discuss plans and strategies and also to convince politicians to take a step for development. The first target was to make Siddapura dust-clean town. He gave innumerous lectures in schools, colleges, different organizations, public places etc to create awareness of not throwing waste outside. The first step to do this was to introduce big dustbins at various spots in the town and checking that if people are adhering to the rules. He had even discussed this solid idea with policemen, forest rangers, in schools, women organizations etc.
I was very interested in this mind blowing project to change Siddapura. I had also donated some money. Hegde Jadugar and I had discussed many strategies to be incorporated like suggestion box, bus stickers, college volunteers etc. Each of our calls would last from 1 hr to 1 hr 30 min. He would also give me updates of whatever he would be doing. Hegde Jadugar is the only person in my entire father’s family tree whom I like and respect a lot.
Recently he did the biggest magic trick of his lifetime. He made himself disappear for eternity. He is no more.
Karl Popper says we live in three worlds: (a) the outside world where our physical body resides; (b) the inside world where our thoughts, feelings and dreams reside; (c) the third world where our works reside. For example, all future generations will remember Isaac Newton, Mother Teresa and Harry Houdini because they seek existence in the third world due of their contribution. Likewise, Hegde Jadugar too has disappeared into the third world.
Hegde Jadugar’s last magic trick of making himself disappear from the outside world for eternity has injected into me a fear. It is not the fear of death. It is the fear of not completing my two most important to-do-things before death: (a) a book to-be-completed; and (b) a company to-be-started. I want this fear to stay with me always.
Dattu kaaka, you made even the most serious face smile; you made even the most bored person get excited; you trained young minds in unusual and unconventional ways; you lived a life like a magic trick; you created an organization to modernize the people’s thinking. We love you Dattu kaaka. You will always be remembered.