Fifty
years ago this month, I remember returning from home after summer holidays to
Vivekananda hostel for completing the final year of my degree course. Soon we settled
down in the new rooms allotted to us, and the classes too picked up momentum,
indeed got into full swing. Having got used to the new routine … one evening as
the Sun was retiring for the day, my roommate and I walked out of the hostel
towards the pavilion.
The
evening was pretty silent except for the chirping of birds from the avenue
trees … indeed, their cacophony made the evening shudder a little. Reaching the
pavilion, we sat down at the far corner of the steps. Radio was blaring out Ceylon
from inside the room. Staring at the dancing of the tiny leaves of the
leguminous trees in the gentle breeze of the evening ... we struck a conversation.
Suddenly, my roommate fired a question: “What next?”
“Next…of
what?” enquired I.
“Oh!
Come on, don’t be smart…Are you still for Entomology or changed your mind during
the holidays?” he questioned casually.
“Oh!
My god…you are already on the other shore…showing me the dim future…of no
summer, no winter holidays, no re-openings…no returning to hostel…only the
drudgery of eking out a living…anyway, Oh! No, I would, in all probability, end
up in a Block Office, perhaps ‘Sir-ing’ the bosses, politicians and all kinds
of riff-raffs.…”
“Why
re, won’t you go for PG? Giving up
all your craze for Organophosphates, neurons, axons, dendrites, synapses, AChEs,
AChEIs … teaching pest co….?”—
so continuing he was … but I had already been carried away from him by the magical
voice of Kishore Kumar from Radio Ceylon … exuberant strain ... romance .... flowing gently … “Gata rahe mera dil tuhi meri manzil” … with
such an ease and élan and just hitting the right chord … followed by an equally
magical saxophone humming … starting too softly and gracefully reaching the high
octave … and then came that usual deep baritone announcement of Ameen Sayani,
of course, with a touch of melody … “Navaketan International presents … Guide”.
Listening
to saxophone that spread romance all around … was such a thrill … in that sudden
gush of excitement … I literally shook my roommate, just as an earthquake
shakes a man, merely to draw his attention to that catchy tune … But he coolly
splashed water all over my excitement whispering: “Yes, why … there are about
half a dozen songs … all are melodious … heard them during the holidays.”
Right
… they had a radio … all the songs must be catchy—what else you expect when SD Burman and Dev
Anand’s Navaketan join hands? Of course, at home, I did read about the making
of Guide by Dev Anand, based on R K
Narayan’s novel of the same name, in Hindi and also in English, with Pearl S
Buck as the Co-producer … and the kind of displeasure the writer of the novel,
RKN, aired over its overblown canvas—particularly, of the lives of the ‘hemmed in’ characters. … and
so on. Yet I was so excited, for I heard the song for the first time … and it
just sounded as though Dev himself was cooing.
Lo!
Again … another song! This time round it
was Burmanda himself in his typical broken voice … “Wahaan kaun hai teraa / musaafir jaayegaa kahaan / dam lele ghadi
bhar” … (There is no one your own, / O traveler! where will you go / take a
breather here…), followed by “Rome, Paris, London, Delhi, Agra, Jaipur” … all
rolling out like gentle waves … followed by Ameen Sayani, saying, “… Raju … Guide.” Pretty catchy ad … and novel too …
Indeed,
the ads in Cine Advance and Screen too were quite novel. The entire central
spread of the paper was left blank except for a small snapshot of Dev Anand — if
I remember rightly, only his face — on the top left-hand corner of the page, and
on the right-hand bottom corner, a wooden post with labels written Agra, Delhi,
Jaipur on them and below it Guide — A
Film by Navaketan International. Very typical of Dev’s novelty!
Coming
back to the song “Wahaan Kaun hai teraa”, I must not forget to say that it had some
mesmerizing flute bits of that well-known Manohari Singh in between the lyrics: “Beet gave din / pyaar ke palchhin / …
bhool gave wo / tub hi bhulaa de.” Indeed, as the enchanting Manohari Sing’s
flute slips in and out of Burmanda’s inimitable nasal voice, rasping but melodious voice reciting the lyrical poetry
of Shailendra, you feel it’s a duet by Burmanda and flute. Singing in a folk style
and aptly aided by the strumming of do-tara
(a two-stringed musical instrument) in
between, Burmanda had enhanced its overall impact. The simple lyrics, penned by
Shailendra, are highly philosophical and yet very touchy: Kehte hain gyaani (The wise say) /
duniyaa hai faani (this world is mirage)
/ paani pe likhi likhavi (everything is written on water) / hai sabki dekhi (it is seen by all) / hai sabki jaani (experienced by all
too) / haath kisike na aavi (yet, no
one could hold it) / kuch tera na mera (nothing
is yours nor mine) / musafir jaayega
kahaan (where will you go then, O traveler) … I love the song for its
simple words that echo pain, pleasure, anguish, misery, hopelessness and
whatnot of Raju or ….
The other loveliest song of the movie
is Rafi’s “Tere mere sapnae / abb ek
rang hain…” penned by Shailendra. Here
too we hear Manohari Singh playing matching pathos from his saxophone —
listening to the pathos poured out by Rafi … intermingled with saxophone and violins
… is an experience in itself that one simply cherishes listening on and
on.
And what matters more with this song
is its picturization by Vijay Anand. As the scene
begins with Rafi’s voice slowly pouring out Raju's heart... Tere mere sapnae so touchingly,
we see Raju and Rosie in the center of the canvas … just two of them, that too, their bust only. And remember, all this in the
dusk. You only have to imagine its impact on the underlying pathos of their
romance. To better appreciate the whole
scene you must first know that Rosie, the heroine, deserting her husband, has just
walked out of his life and tells Raju, “Raju,
main bahaut dukhi hoon… har taraf andhera”(Raju, I am terribly sad… I am
encircled by darkness) … and of course, Raju, the hitherto carefree person, comforts
her by holding her close. And the song we are talking about follows.
As the song advances, we see the
camera moving slowly around the duo capturing their moods without, of course,
intruding into their intimate moments. Vijay Anand pans the camera out gently for
tracking the whole trauma of their love that is still evolving and the resultant
drama of the pair and depicts it as though happening on the stage with just two
cuts in the picturization of the entire song that indeed moves so slowly like the
creeping darkness of the dusk. The most entrancing shot is: as Raju coos … Tere dukh abb mere, mere such abb tere /
tere yeh do naina, chand our suraj mere / O mere jivan sathee …
Rosie is in his hold, of course, with
much discomfort, for she is obviously undergoing a terrific intra-conflict, but
no sooner does he finish singing, she releases herself and walks away with her
fist held tightly — the reason being, having just walked out of her husband
resolutely for ever, she is perhaps still not sure of her future—while Raju,
perhaps, in respect for her dilemma, remaining where he is, stretches out his
hand for her to join him, and the camera tracks Raju’s outstretched hand
without any break, taking it to one end of the screen, and then the camera moves back to track Rosie
without letting any gap creep in, and tracking her on the other end of the
screen, lets us notice Rosie staring at him, face writhed with anguish, then slowly
moving towards him — by then she might have resolved her conflict — as she hugs
him, the camera gets the pair come on to
the center of the screen again and Raju completes airing the rest of his assurance:
lakh mana le duniya, sath naa yeh
chhutega / Aake mere hatho me, hath naa yeh chuutega / o mere jivan sathee …
holding her tightly in his embrace. What a winsome picturization! It is to be
seen and enjoyed; I cannot put it in words so expressively.
The other most favorite song of mine from the movie is a sad melody: “Din dhal Jaaye haye raat na jaaye,” for
the sheer pathos that poured out from that mellifluous voice of Rafi. Indeed I
am crazy of even Dev’s dialogues preceding the song —“Kohi Hai”, Dev Anand in his usual style. Then the boy: “Kya baat hai sir, aaj aap bahaut pee rahe hain?” Raju, again in his usual rat-a-tat style: “Zindagi bhi ek nasha hai dost. Jab chadhta hai to poocho mat kya aalam
rehta hai… lekin jab utarta hai, — for
they elevate the mood of the listener and prepare him for the song that follows.
This hypnotic song begins
with a soft alaap … Hmmmmmm … Din dhal
jaaye haye, and the hallmark of the song is the way Rafi renders haye … then, like its parent raga Yaman-kalyan, the song flows to fathomless bottom to quarry viopralamba shringar, duly supported by matching
lyrics: Dil ke mere paas ho itne phir bhi
kitini door (You are so close to my heart and yet so far away) / Tum mujh se main dil se pareshan, dono
hai majboor (You’re troubled by me
and I’m troubled by my heart, both are helpless) / Aise
mein kisko kaun manaaye (In such a situation, who can comfort whom) … The
lyrics delivered in a very low voice by Rafi to the accompanying equally soft
orchestration, particularly flute … all cumulatively make the listener go along
with the song in the same mood … haunt the listener even after turning off the box, for they are so
pregnant with dense philosophy. This extraordinary impact is certainly more due
to the simplest words chosen by Shailendra that convey the mysteries of life
very effectively.
Simply put, the music,
lyrics, dances, and performances of Dev Anand and Waheeda Rehman, particularly
her colorful dance movements, Vijay Ananda’s direction — everything meld so
well that the film remains a landmark in Indian cinema.
I have been listening to
these songs for about 50 years now, and no
matter how many times I listen, I never get tired of them. For that matter,
even the other songs — “Kaanton se kheench ke ye aanchal”;
“Saiyan Be-imaan; kyase
kya ho gaya bewafa tere pyar me”; “Piya
Tose Naina Laage Re” — are equally pleasant to listen to.
There are so many memories associated with
Dev Anand, his film and the songs … my roommate and I used to talk at length into
the nights about Dev’s hats, scarves, stiff shirt collars, his diagonal walks —
watch how he leads Rosie holding her with one hand and with scarf dangling from
the other hand while cooing Gatha rahe,
his caressingly putting his hand over her shoulders, and whatnot….
I must also share here how I, while in
Kalyani University, had enjoyed listening to Mr. Pradeep’s singing kyase kya ho gaya bewafa
tere pyar for nights on … sitting in his room in the
Lake View Hostel that was fragranced by Rajanigandho flowers with coffee mug in hand.…
Well! Beet gaye din, pyarr ke palchhin / sapna bani wo raatein.
Keywords: Guide, Dev Anand, Waheeda Rehman, Vijay Anand, SD Burman, Navaketan