Dressed to brag, tales taller than towers, and a life of lies: Welcome to the world of Pittala Doras
Pittala Dora used to be the primary source of entertainment before the age of televisions and internet. However, the dying art is now being revived by politicians, who are using the Doras to entertainingly campaign for them
Decades ago, when cinemas hadn’t penetrated into rural Telangana and Andhra Pradesh, village folk were entertained by a the Pittala Dora or the Thupaki Ramudu. Their rib-tickling comedy revolves around bragging, making false promises, and the other assortment of lies they tell, which are so nonsensical that people burst into peals of laughter. People pay to watch them lie and brag.
For a Pittala Dora or Thupaki Ramudu, falsehoods and untruths are their sources of ‘lie-velihood’.
A pittala dora is easy to identify — they are dressed like colonial policemen — Khaki shorts (some have graduated to trousers), a pith hat and they always carry a piece of wood shaped like a gun (that’s why they’re also called ‘Thupaki’ Ramudu—after the Telugu word for gun). Sadly, such a wonderful and highly entertaining folk art is dying and one can hardly see a Pittala Dora or a Thupaki Ramudu anymore.
Of course, there’s always hope. There are some political leaders who want to revive this dying folk art. In any case, telling lies and making tall promises come easily to politicians. And with elections around the corner, the Dora of Telangana has donned the hat of Pittala Dora. He’s going around the state, fibbing away. He starts his drama by telling the people:
“I’ll bring lots of jobs and gold,
Khamash baitho, no noise...shoo!
Keep quiet and do as you’re told,
Now over to Thupaki Ramudu!”
And then promptly enters Thupaki Ramudu in his Khakhi shorts. People call him Khakhi Thupaki Ramudu — or KTR for short. These days Thupaki Ramudu has been wearing Khakhi trousers borrowed from the drama company, whose antics always result in a laugh riot. The drama company specialises in a form of mockery called 'Apahaasyam' and has caused so many laugh riots that it is called the Riot Supply Sangh, RSS for short — or shorts, or trousers.
These are not those Khakhi trousers, he assured the people. Don’t worry, just enjoy the drama and later we’ll have a party. There’s lots of yummy Bajji, Jalebi and Pakodi for all to eat said Thupaki Ramudu. And as some jobless youth fired pakodas, he recited his lines from the drama:
There’s a lot of money you can make,
Even if crops fail and there’s gloom,
Promises big and small you must fake,
To build yourself a bullet-proof bathroom!
Four and a half hours into the five-hour show, there were no peals of laughter. So Thupaki Ramudu made appeals for laughter. Breaking the silence, a man asked:
We engaged you for five hours,
But now you are running away,
All of you in your pink cars,
Why must we trust you again today?
Neither Pittala Dora, nor Thupaki Ramudu had an answer. The people got agitated and wanted the rib-tickling old days back, and they chased away the humourless Pittala Dora and Thupaki Ramudu.
So they went to their farmhouse,
And sipped on fresh palm wine,
As people had many a grouse,
Because the state wasn’t doing fine!
What’s the solution to this flop show asked another man from the audience. A woman stood up and said, let’s put our hand across our heart and pray for the old times to return. As they prayed, the Pittala Dora and the Thupaki Ramudu preyed. In a last-ditch effort to entice people with false promises, the Pittala Dora said:
“Get into the car and we’ll feed you BJP”
“What’s BJP?” asked the people.
“Bajji Jalebi and Pakodi”, replied the Thupaki Ramudu.
“We don’t need your BJP. We’re already making Pakodas. We want jobs, we want education, we want peace” said the youth in one voice.
“But how will you poor people eat”? mocked the Pittala Dora.
“The hand will feed us,” said the people.
“The hand? Hand of God?” asked the Thupaki Ramudu.
“Yes, the hand of God. Our perennial friend” replied the people.
The air was then filled with chants of "Hastham Mana Nestham" — the hand is our friend, as the Pittala Dora and the Thupaki Ramudu exit the stage.