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Updated: Apr 30, 2023

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Our monthly stories are productions looking to connect people to the magic of stories.

We create supplementary reading lists as a way to give you an insight into the inspirations and thinking behind our monthly stories. These reading lists take you behind the story, revealing the process of its making.

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Rasa → Śṛṅgāraḥ (शृङ्गारः): Romance, Love, attractiveness. Presiding deity: Vishnu. Colour: light green, Adbhutam (अद्भुतं): Wonder, amazement. Presiding deity: Brahma. Colour: yellow

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ArchetypeCreator

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The call of creativity; it’s what makes you secretly believe in worlds that don’t exist. It’s the call that rises within you, despite reality, despite improbability or even impossibility, and even despite you. It’s the voice that tells you that it isn’t only because it wasn’t believed in. The urge to create is the call to take part in the play of life embedded in our DNA through the course of evolution and time. It’s what reveals to you a world that no one else can see but so close to the grasp of your hands only; a world that doesn't exist until you decide that it must be.


This is the first of a story series exploring human desire. This story is told as seen by Paul— a character modelled after the creator archetype used in our storytelling. The core desire of this archetype is to colour the world with their imagination brought to reality. The desire to create is one of the most primeval in us humans, deeply connected to the longing to leave a mark on our world, and contribute some sense of order to it—whether as beauty, ease or other means. This story explores that desire and how a creator, even when put in a completely different reality, will always reencounter this call to create as an inherent part of their way of making sense of this world.


The setting of the story was inspired by many ideas, individuals and events that you can find through this reading list.

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October 2022


  • 2020, Dianne Chisholm. Biophilia, Creative Involution, and the Ecological Future of Queer Desire: Ecophilia is part sexual fetishism part activism; it’s allowing yourself to feel sensations connecting to the earth’s raw, pervasive sweetness; a celebration of that deeply biophilic connection to all life.

  • 2018, Introduction to Sanskrit Chanda. M. Howladar Ph. D, Department of Sanskrit, Sidho-Kanho-Birsha University, Purulia, West Bengal: Any composition with a musical sound is called Chanda. Chanda has been one of the Vedāṅgas since the Vedic period. Vedic verses are composed in several Chandas. The number of main Vedic Chandas is seven and corresponds to the seven colours in white light with the seven wavelengths. The study of Chandas is elemental to eastern ideas of rhythm.

  • 2021, Simon Blackfoot, Colombo: This personal memoir of discovering a popular idea of divinity from a new culture exposes how people from different parts of the world can relate to the same ideas through experience.

  • 2020, Investigating, identity; the body in art. The Metropolitan Museum of Arts, New York: Many artists explore their creativity through representations of the body and by using their own bodies in the process. This is because the human body is central to how we understand facets of identity such as gender, sexuality, race, and ethnicity. This story by the MoMA unpacks the body as a loaded creative muse.

  • 2017, Daniel Kunitz. How art has depicted the ideal male body through history, Artsy: The ideal depiction of the male body has been linked to showing class and wealth as much to physical beauty per se. This story captures the evolution of depicting male beauty.

  • The Hindu solar deity is often connected to the ideas of prosperity, masculine beauty and abundance. Surya is worshiped in several countries in South Asia from India to Sri Lanka through their agrarian histories.

  • The duality between light and dark has always inspired creators in the artistic representations of good and evil. The beauty of light and shadows has been extensively used in literature, art and theatre as a potent symbol for opposite poles of morality. But, this symbolism is also the root of very problematic concepts connected to race and hierarchy.

  • Exotica—a musical genre stemming from the fantasy of the exotic islands— reveals the ideas of faraway paradise in the world during the 1940 and onward. The general use of the word ‘exotic’ also bears this idea now.

  • Western artists' depiction of the eastern world came to be identified as an ‘ism’ of its own as Orientalism in art history, literature and cultural studies.

  • 2008, Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Woody Allen. Warner Bros. Pictures, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer: A story of two American women, Vicky and Cristina, who spend a summer in Barcelona, where they meet an artist, Juan Antonio, who is attracted to both of them while still enamoured of his mentally and emotionally unstable ex-wife María. The story depicts how people are often enamoured by new places and cultures to the point of blindness.

  • 2005, Saraswatī. Pradeep Kumar Gan Dr. Sanjeeb Kumar Mohanty. Odisha Magazine: This short paper introduces Saraswatī—the goddess of the arts and learning according to Hindu beliefs.

  • Saraswati means ‘she of the stream, the flowing movement’, and is a natural name for a river; but it also means eloquence and the power of speech, as also a movement of inspiration. This account of the Indian saint Aurobindo’s vision of Saraswatī allows us to see a personal vision of the goddess as seen by a devotee.

  • 2021, Public Works. Public Works Publishing, Colombo: Laki Senanayake was an artist like no other. This personal memoir of Laki was written on the day of his passing; it captures what it meant to live a creative life, the Laki way; wild, genius and practical.

  • The Nobel laureate and Chile’s all-time literary great Pablo Neruda spent some time in Sri Lanka working for the consulate in the late 1920s. He made friends with Colombo’s artistic circles and spent most of his time here finding inspiration for his literary works in the natural abundance of the island. However, his memory is tarnished by a confession of a rape recorded in Neruda’s personal memoirs; there are many layers to this story; 1. Understanding Neruda’s life in Ceylon 2. A personal account of a lover of Neruda’s poetry trying to make peace with his act of rape in Ceylon 3. A fictional story of Neruda’s half-Sri-Lankan daughter born from the rape and, 4. The sad and more likely story of what happened to Neruda’s victim Thangamma





Updated: Nov 1, 2022


Our monthly stories are where we like to play, blurring the lines between commercial and artistic storytelling. This set of stories—the Shadow Series—was created using Carl Jung’s theories that we use frequently to typify and model personalities and voices of brands. But, with the Shadow Series, we took the stories where we don’t usually go in commercial storytelling; this is the vile and beastly side of the archetypes described in Carl Jung’s teachings.


The shadow series is a thirteen-part story sequence where each episode was constructed around a main character embodying the shadow Jungian archetypes. Just as shadows create depth and add dimension to things, we found that the shadow self of characters renders them very real and interesting.



Wherever possible, we tried to connect these archetypal shadows to issues and ideas surrounding us as storytellers, and those influencing the lives of our subscribers—from politics, religion, and mythology to elements of culture and popular social aspirations.


 

Read the full series and see if you catch the connections between the characters.


  • September 2021: Gunasara Preview coming soon

  • October 2021: Jayantha Archetype: Explorer Rasa: Veeram (heroism)

  • November 2021: Priyani Preview coming soon

  • December 2021: Anura Instead of an extravagant haired girl, there stood two monks. Rasa: Hāsya (comedy)

  • January 2022: Jagath “Did you know he was killed by some very hungry ladies?” Jagath asked, lowering his voice. Archetype: Rasa: Adbūta (wonder), with Hāsya (comedy)

  • February 2022: Ananda If paradise was just another figment in the mind of the perceptor, what was he doing here? Archetype: Innocent Rasa: Shānta (tranquillity), with Adbūtha (wonder)

  • March 2022: Johnny Everything floated free from reason. Johnny held back the urge to laugh. Archetype: Humorist Rasa: Adbūta (wonder), with shānta (tranquillity)

  • April 2022: R.M. R. M. reread his full name undersigning the no-confidence motion to impeach the President. Archetype: Sage Rasa: Adbūta (wonder), with Bhayanaka (terror)

  • May 2022: Siri Why is the President always a clown, a thief, or a psychopath dressed in human skin? Archetype: Caregiver Rasa: Karuna (empathy), with Adbūtha (wonder) and Bhībhatsa (disgust)

  • June 2022: Nicole Nicole seemed almost composed. But, she had a scream welling up inside. Archetype: Creator Rasa: Raudra (fury), with Adbūtha (wonder)

  • July 2022: Kusum “What are we accountants good for?,” Kusum asked. Archetype: Magician Rasa: Karunā (empathy) and adbūtha (wonder)

  • August 2022: Leela You don’t see how they make it about your people vs. my people, to keep us at each other's throats? Archetype: Rebel Rasa: Hāsya (comedy) and adbūtha (wonder)

  • September 2022: Mettananda Mettānanda’s calm and collected outer self tried to quiet his tingling secret-self. Archetype: Ruler Rasa: Bhayānakam (terror) and adbūtha (wonder)


Updated: Apr 30, 2023


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ImageRon Lach

Archetype → Ruler

Rasa → Bhayānakam (भयानकं): Horror, terror. Presiding deity: Yama. Colour: black, Adbhutam (अद्भुतं): Wonder, amazement. Presiding deity: Brahma. Colour: yellow

Archetype → Ruler

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Mettānanda heard the eerie sound of the devil bird ringing from the forest as he walked down the monastery veranda bordering the lagoon; Villagers thought the cry of this particular owl—similar to the screams of a person getting strangled—as a sure omen of death. Mettānanda assumed charge of the monastery two days ago when the head monk Gunasāra went missing. He made his way to Gunasāra’s chamber to find the police superintendent's number from the old monk’s phone book.


A secret self inside Mettānanda tingled when entering Gunasāra’s chamber; It was a large space, split into an office, a sleeping area and a bathroom in the back. It was easily three times the size of other monastery chambers. Of course, Mettānanda had been there many times before. But, today it felt different; The air in the room itself felt light and vacant. Mettānanda’s calm and collected outer mind tried to quiet the tingling secret-self; But, as he circled the head monk's messy desk, the secret-self only seemed to draw a strange new charge.


He looked through the desk, eyes and hands peering through the scattered mess of newspapers, cheques, countless hospital bills, blood sugar reports and some foreign currency—probably from someone staying at one of the rentable meditation rooms at the monastery. Mettānanda felt his nerves throb as he started to comprehend the level of disorganization he’d have to untangle when he became the head monk. He cut that thought process short, in respect of the probably-departed.


Mettānanda found the battered phone book and started thumbing it for the Police superintendent’s number. He sat down on the deep black armchair and dialled the number; This was the same chair that Gunasāra got made in secret using the wood of the only ebony tree in the neighboring forest. Mettānanda marvelled at how comfortable it was. As he turned the electric fan on, Mettānanda’s side glance registered a new arrack bottle tucked away in one of the inner shelves of the desk. He didn’t have to hold back the smirk; It was no secret that Gunasāra drank.


Mettānanda drew a long breath to compose himself just in time as the Superintendent answered the phone. Mettānanda explained how the head monk had been missing. It took a lot of effort to maintain his usual calm and assuring voice. “Yes, yes. I’m the acting head monk of the monastery. Anyway, even when head monk Gunasāra was here, he was so busy with things that I took care of most things, no? So, we are okay but thank you Superintendent sir… Okay, see you in a short while. May the Triple Gem bless you,” Mettānanda finished the call.


Even after the superintendent had hung up, Mettānanda remained seated on the ebony chair. He drew another long breath; Another charge of energy crawled up his spine. It felt good to not have Gunasāra’s authority hanging over his head.


Mettānanda tried to arrange the mess on the desk, but inside, his secret self was vibrating with an intensity nearing levity. Realizing that his hands were shaking slightly, Mettānanda shrank at the thought of seeming listless when the superintendent arrived. He pointlessly squeezed his hands into fists. In a rush of desperation, Mettānanda reached for the arrack, cracked it open and drank a few sips. The arrack gave him a sharp and brief composure. Trying to take hold of himself, Mettānanda drank some more. The liquid burnt down his throat and simmered the secret-self awake a little bit more. As Mettānanda organized the head monk's desk to his liking—while sneaking in a few more sips in between—his secret self grew more and more comfortable in his skin.


By the time one of the novice monks had escorted the police superintendent to the office, Mettānanda had managed to finish half the bottle, arrange the desk neatly, and stuff Gunasāra’s hospital bills and reports into a plastic bag.


After a brief, friendly conversation with Mettānanda, the superintendent took the bag of documents and left without making any records, promising to return later with more police officers. He didn’t seem to care for the arrack smell floating in the air currents. But, the novice monk seemed visibly disturbed. He was one of the young ones who liked to follow Mettānanda around.


“What’s that smell?”, the novice asked.


“Don’t act like you don’t know Gunasāra’s drinking habit,” Mettānanda barked.


“But, he hasn't been here for almost two days,” retorted the young one.


Mettānanda considered the novice for a steely second. “Why don’t you come back here first thing tomorrow morning and mop up the floor then?”, he ordered rather than requesting.


The novice looked again at Mettānanda—it was the first time the young monk had glimpsed the thing lurking inside.




 

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.



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