‘The Heart Has Gone Out’: The Evolution of Hindi Film Songs – and India

Since nothing that is coarse and meek lasts for long, it is not surprising to witness that most of the movies and songs of our age come and vanish without making a mark.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, this winter past, I chanced upon a ten-minute video on YouTube that brought together some of the most admired Hindi film songs from 1931 to 2021. It comprised short, quick snippets, one after another, of the most popular song of the year across those 90 years.

Then, as it often happens on the internet – a hyperlink leading to another, like how a memory leads to another – I started watching two YouTubers react to the original video as it played on. Presented with the 90-year montage, they bared their enthusiasm every time a landmark moment came up. At the first sound of Lata Mangeshkar for example, in 1949, their eyes twinkled, their faces beamed with a broad, affectionate smile as they cried out in unison: “THERE SHE COMES! LATAAA!” “What a great career, man!” said one of the YouTubers. “Yeah, and she was singing in films even before my parents were born!” added the other.

Ditto for when Mohammed Rafi or Kishore Kumar arrived on the scene. Or when a memorable song lit up the screen with the first sighting of a beloved actor, like the tramp Raj Kapoor bumbling down the road in Mera joota hai Japani, or the regal Madhubala rebelling and dancing her heart out in Emperor Akbar’s diwaan-e-khaas in Jab pyaar kiya toh darna kya, or the pensive Amitabh Bachchan (the YouTubers roared in unison again: “BIG BEEEEE!”) in Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein, or the fun and quirky Sridevi in Hawa hawaayi, or the diva Divya Bharti in Saat samundar paar, and, finally, the cheeky Shah Rukh Khan in Baazigar o baazigar, who is in a horrendous Batman-meets-Zorro costume, atop a white horse, ready to ride straight into a million hearts in the years to come, and down to many other defining songs through the 1990s, 2000s and 2010s.

It is fascinating to watch the two YouTubers for their innocent, lovable reactions, but it is also pleasantly overwhelming to switch off, lie back, and think about the journey and the evolution of the Hindi film song itself, especially against the backdrop of enormous social and political changes. In these 90 long years – from 1931 to 2021 – India has had many trysts with destiny. She put up an arduous struggle for freedom for which there is little parallel in the history of the world. She was dragged into a long, bloody World War with nothing to gain and only to lose. She won her independence, but was partitioned simultaneously – the horrors of which continue to linger to this day. She wrote and gave its citizens a bold and proud Constitution to live by, has fought five wars with its neighbours, saw the imposition of the Emergency when democracy was suspended and then fought for and reclaimed. She has held 17 general elections, elected and voted out 13 prime ministers, and witnessed numerous tumultuous social and political movements, including riots, pogroms, attacks on its own citizens and ten devastating years of rule of the current prime minister, on the eve of whose ascent to power in 2014, a former prime minister had quietly, prophetically, cautioned the country: “Without discussing the merits of Mr Narendra Modi, I sincerely believe that it will be disastrous for the country to have him as the prime minister.”

Art is not made in a vacuum. Art is, in fact, the barometer of its age. And so the Hindi film song too, as a work of art in its own right, has imbibed and expressed the sense and sensibilities of its time. Sometimes it has merely mirrored and reflected – albeit beautifully and profoundly – the prevalent social and cultural moods, like in Dil ka haal sune dilwala, seedhi si baat na mirch masala, which offers a peek into the slums of a big city and sings defiantly, unabashedly, and yet smilingly, of the every-day life and struggles of the slum-dwellers, or in Thoda hai, thode ki zaroorat hai, which weaves together a myriad dreams and aspirations of a new, emerging middle-class. On other occasions, it has even influenced and refashioned the broader milieu of its time, like in Main zindagi ka saath nibhaata chala gaya, or in Aane wala pal jaane wala hai – both relegating the burdens of the past and the concerns of the future to the backseat and, instead, providing a quotable cause to enshrine and revel in the freedom of the present moment.

We have seen the Hindi film song to both heed and lead public taste and opinion. Along with other works of art, it has played a crucial role in encapsulating and even shaping the sense of life of its society in any given period of time in much of modern India’s history. How far the Hindi film song has come and how far we, who have grown up on a rich diet of it, have travelled!

‘Yeh chiraag bujh rahein hain’

The most notable shift in the Hindi film song perhaps is that it has receded to the background of the Hindi film over the course of the past few decades. There was a time when a Hindi movie would not shy away from telling the story at hand through song and dance, amongst other narrative devices. The song used to be a scene of the movie, like in Guru Dutt’s Pyaasa and Kaagaz Ke Phool or Vijay Anand’s Guide, carrying the narrative forward and adding to the characterisation. And this is a very Indian way of telling a story, as Salman Rushdie, one of India’s literary icons, reminds us. Reminiscing about his Indian roots and heritage that shaped his method of storytelling, Rushdie once talked about a way of telling a story – the tradition of oral storytelling – that is still prevalent and popular in India. “The storyteller,” he said in his talk at the University of Vermont, “would begin a story, digress and tell a related story, break into a song and dance routine, tell a few jokes about nothing in particular, and return to the original thread again. The storyteller would have three or four performative threads co-existing and intertwining and the genius of the storyteller is that he keeps all the balls juggling in the air.” The audience loves the juggling act and goes along with it in their hundreds and thousands.

Influenced by this ancient method (all the way back to the structure and style of the great epics Ramayana and Mahabharata), and the Urdu-Parsi theatre of course, Hindi sound cinema arose in the 1930s, parallel to but unlike Hollywood, proudly using narrative styles of its own of which songs were a big part. And that is what distinguished Hindi cinema from other cinemas of the world.

It is difficult to pinpoint with considerable accuracy when the change happened and when the Hindi film song stopped being an integrated and integral part of its film. The claim is not that every song of every old Hindi movie was a scene of the film, or that it carried the narrative forward always, or that it added to the characterisation in any substantial measure, just as not every song of every new Hindi movie is an “item number”, or an unintegrated part of the film, or a bundle of arbitrary theatrics happening on the side or in the background, with little to do with the story that is unravelling around it. There were many blips, even trash, before, just as there are many notable exceptions now. The claim has more to do with the frequency and consistency of the role that the Hindi film song played and plays in the cinematic storytelling of which it is supposed to be a part.

The change, then, is more crucially linked to two phenomenons that began unfolding over many years in Hindi cinema starting surreptitiously in the ’80s, then setting foot insidiously in the ’90s, and consolidating further in the first decade of the present millennium, before coming into full bloom now. The two phenomenons are: the lip-sync song falling steadily out of ‘fashion’, and, coupled with, the falling away of the “poet” part and what it signified in the title “poet-lyricist” that can be attributed to most of the artists who wrote songs back then and which cannot be said for many who write songs now.

The fading away of the lip-sync song 

The most disdainful criticism of the lip-sync song perhaps is that it is “artificial”, and “not realistic”. If the holder of this criticism has acquired or desires to acquire fashionable western sensibilities and lives, voluntarily, in a deracinated urban bubble mistaking it for the whole world, their criticism of the lip-sync song holds true. But then the same could be said about them: that by uprooting themselves from their natural social and cultural environment and by trying to come across as a ‘nonconformist’ while actually conforming, quite anxiously, to anything western and to the western sense and ‘supremacy’, they, too, are “artificial” and “not realistic”, to say the least.

In commenting on art, any form of art, and while critiquing it, the question of what is legitimate and honest, what is true and real, the commentator and the critic must also pay attention to the socio-cultural ground from which that piece of art has emerged. The tradition of song and performance in India is deeply intertwined with the day-to-day matters of Indian lives. More than two-thirds of India’s population lives in its countryside and villages where, from births to deaths, weddings and harvests, practising one’s faith to indulging in leisure and entertainment, singing out songs over spirited claps and beats of a dholak are quite natural and realistic ways, often the most preferred ways, of expressing oneself and marking life-events. Even in India’s cities, in the many pockets that are outside the deracinated, elite bubbles (and even in those bubbles, in fact), the art of using a song, old or new, to express, to earmark a moment, to make something memorable, is spotted and experienced on numerous occasions.

To sum it up, we have been telling our stories through songs since time immemorial. Even before the arrival of talkies now almost a hundred years ago, the Urdu-Parsi theatre, relaying the age-old mood and custom, and mixing in new flavours and inspirations, would roam around towns and villages, telling tales and spinning yarns of which songs were an unmissable part. Bombay movies, as the Hindi cinema, or more correctly the Hindustani cinema, was called back then, readily adopted the ways of the Urdu-Parsi theatre, which was a raging success amongst the masses everywhere, and became the newest upholder and proponent of the old, native art of singing out stories. That this happened against the all-consuming backdrop of the call for swaraj and the freedom struggle is hardly a coincidence.

This aspect of an Indian way of life found easy, and natural, passage into its arts, and theatre, and its cinema. Rushdie’s tribute to the Indian oral storytelling tradition, paid decades after Hindi cinema came of age, is just another reminder of how this song- and performance-laden method of telling a story was mirrored without a fuss in its cinema. The Hindi film, along with other cinemas of India, had became a visual equivalent of a quintessentially Indian way of telling a story.

In addition to the arguments about authenticity, the other (underrated and little observed) beauty of the lip-sync song is that, at its best, it has added more dimensions to not just the story being told but also to the performance of the actors enacting the story. In order to perform, and in most cases lip-sync the song, the actors, to the extent of their genius, have had to become the song itself. They have had to learn projection, imbibe the song’s inflections, and pay attention to how to move and to be in the scene in a way that best epitomised what the song was saying. It made the best of them learn and explore themselves more and, as a result of those explorations, they accessed and brought out emotions that added to and enhanced the character that they played and revealed more deeply the situation concerned in the film. The lip-sync song helped add lyricism and depth to the characters that these actors portrayed.

This is not to say that every film must contain a song, or that every song must be performed and lip-synced. The argument is that we must not forget or underestimate the roots and influences of a musical performance in our movies and of lip-syncing a song, and we must not bare ignorance and an inferiority complex by looking at our own heritage and artistic productions through the ‘modern’, western glasses of what we think rules and moves the world. When and if done right, a song, lip-synced or not, adds more layers to the unfolding of the narrative.

‘Kahan gaye woh log’

The other notable shift in the nature and quality of the Hindi film song has to do with the lyricists and the filmmakers. As Javed Akhtar, one of India’s most celebrated screenwriters, poets and lyricists, said in a conversation with Kausar Munir at the Lucknow Literature Festival, “In the ’40s, ’50s and ’60s, the lyricist was also a shayar, a poet.” Akhtar, who himself is a poet-lyricist, was perhaps thinking of people like Sahir Ludhianvi, Majrooh Sultanpuri, Shakeel Badayuni, Kaifi Azmi, Hasrat Jaipuri, Shailendra, and Gulzar, to name just a few. Those decades were, indeed, alive and kicking with the creations of such lyricists who were accomplished poets too. Akhtar laments and adds, “Now, the lyricist is just a songwriter writing a song for the situation that they have been allocated in the film. If you are writing songs after listening to songs that came before, your vocabulary is bound to be narrow and repetitive. But if your sources are beyond the world of films and lie also in the literature and folk traditions of your culture, your vocabulary will be broad and fresh. Your ideas will be fresh. Jaanemann and maula: think of how many songs have used these! You put four maulas in a song and call it a Sufi song!”

It is not so much about any qualifications needed to pen a song as much as it is about cultivating a thoughtful, sensitive and diverse view of the world around you and beyond. Literature and poetry open the universe a little more. They reveal deep truths about human nature and existence. And a song – a great song – is, after all, a piece of poetry in motion which, set to music, lifts us and flies out, soaring high above for a moment, affording us an expansive, unobstructed view of how things are, before gliding down to the earth again, having enriched us, entertained us, and sometimes even having unpacked bite-sized philosophies for us, so that we look at our everyday life-situations with a newly found or renewed gaze and vigour.

According to Akhtar, one of the great achievements of Hindi film songs is that they also “shaped sensibilities in the masses for social justice and life philosophy”, which otherwise could have only come from high poetry, literature and works of philosophy. As Akhtar notes in the same interview, “In our society, the common man doesn’t read books on philosophy and sociology and social justice. The sensibilities towards human values and collective values were gleaned and imbibed from our film songs. Because in a few lines, set to a melody, profound insights into life were packed together in simple words.”

Kisi ke muskurahaton pe ho nisaar…kisi ke vaaste ho dil mein pyaar…jeena isi ka naam hai on one end of the spectrum and Dum maaro dum, mit jaaye gham on the other – these and many other songs in between, in addition to being scenes of the film in their own right, or adding to the drama and characterisation, also offered the audiences value systems and public philosophy. It is not uncommon, after all, the eclectic frequency with which we quote lines from a beloved song to mark a moment or to help a friend, or even ourselves, in life-situations and to show the way around and forward. In conclusion, Akhtar minces no words in stating that “now such songs are too few and far in between”. He says, “Kal ho naa ho comes to mind, and maybe that is it.” And even Kal ho naa ho happened more than 20 years ago!

One of the causes, then, of the deteriorating quality of the Hindi film song is that the reference points of most of the present crop of filmmakers and lyricists are placed outside of the milieu of the society for which they are making films and writing songs. Unlike the filmmakers and poet-lyricists of the past, the sources and inspirations of most of the contemporary filmmakers and lyricists are not rooted in their soil and lie saat samundar paar, in the pop-music and pop-culture of western countries whose lifetimes, as Akhtar puts quite wittingly, “are smaller than even the artistic traditions of India let alone its civilisation.”

‘Woh subah kabhi to aayegi’

The progression of the Hindi film song, across almost a century now, is more than just a nostalgic, romantic yaadon ki baraat. On a deeper level, they stand testimony to and are imbibers of the big political and social changes that have shaped the country. From the crucible of the freedom movement led by Mohandas Gandhi, the republic of India emerged. Beaconing the new nation on an exciting experiment, Jawaharlal Nehru, the first prime minister, spoke of redeeming an old pledge for a new age – one of equality, fraternity, liberty and justice. The heady idealism of the post-independence India from the early 1950s to the late 1960s made it possible for the filmmakers at the time to attempt to realise some of these ideals, mixed in with their own renewed romanticisms and artistic endeavours, in their movies and songs. It was the age of dropping the bitterness and burdens of the past and embarking upon a new journey, as depicted in the timeless Chhodo kal ki baatein, kal ki baat puraani; naye daur mein likhenge hum milkar nayi kahaani…Hum Hindustani. But it was also the age that made it possible for a Madhubala to play a Muslim courtesan and dance to a Krishnabhajan in Emperor Akbar’s court in MughalEAzam, portraying an incredible (and uncommon) combination of devotion and sensuality, of prayer and romantic love, in Mohe panghat pe nandlal chhed gayo re to the wild, wide acclaim of a largely Hindu audience.

As the founding ideals started to evaporate – as they usually do – and as the Tryst with Destiny with which India was launched in 1947 began to break down, the angry young man rose from the unjust streets of an impoverished India. The 1970s saw the beginnings of counter-culture, and of rage and colour and of unbridled, daring emotions. The Hindi film song was still memorable and melodious, but there was a visible shift in its vocabulary and values. Gone were the days of shy restraint, or of laid-back elegance and gentleness. It was the time, instead, of Indira Gandhi and of breaking the Zanjeer and playing with Sholay. It was the epoch of a great Aandhi both in Indian politics and society.

Like a bridge connects two separate, disparate masses of land, the period from the early 1970s to the late 1980s acted as the link-road in time connecting early Hindi cinema (widely believed to be its golden age) with its newest avatar in the post-liberalisation and post-Babri Masjid-demolition India. As the Indian economy, and with it the Indian society, opened their doors to the world and, amongst other things, to the internet and MTV and western (largely American) influences, the impact on the filmmakers precipitated the most notable shift in the language, vocabulary and values of their movies and, consequently, their songs. It was not an overnight phenomenon. The seeds of liberalisation would take years to shoot up and come into full bloom. But in the aftermath, the frequency of Hindi movies and songs that had their reference points in the pop culture of the west and the US was too stark to miss.

Coupled with the market forces unleashed by liberalisation (which encouraged Indians to look outward), the spectacular rise of Hindu nationalism catapulted a shift in public concerns (which demanded Indians to look more and more inwards, as if on account of a deep-seated insecurity born out of looking out at the west and its glittering achievements). This in turn further catapulted the shifts in the Hindi film song that we have talked about so far. In Modi’s India, a Padmavati couldn’t dance and express her desires with the flaming sensuality and unfettered abandon of an Anarkali in Nehru’s India. Or the angry young man (still committed to the ideals of democracy and social justice) of Indira Gandhi’s infamous Emergency wouldn’t know what to make of the toxic bigotry and hate induced by the new elite – the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh and Bharatiya Janata Party and their followers.

The coarsened public discourse and a narrow imagination have coarsened and reduced the Hindi cinema and its songs in equal measure, if not more. On the other hand, the contemporary filmmakers have not covered themselves in glory either. They have, mostly, bowed down to the market and political forces instead of arriving at a working combination of the commercial, the political and the artistic. And since nothing that is coarse and meek lasts for long, it is not surprising to witness that most of the movies and songs of our age come and vanish without making a mark.

Talking to Tariq Ali on his show on teleSUR in an unusually rare interview about Hindi cinema, one of India’s foremost writers and thinkers Arundhati Roy remarked when asked about the evolution (or regression) of the Hindi film song: “Earlier songs were like incense sticks. They are throwaway lighters now.” When pressed further to explain herself, Roy said in a low, lamenting tone of voice: “The heart has gone out.”

There is enough new brilliance and talent on the Indian film scene. Perhaps some of them, or even most of them, will usher in a new day in Hindi cinema and bring back the heart in it. But whether Apna time aayega again or not, time will tell.

Shivendra Singh is a writer based out of Lucknow. 

Twenty O.P. Nayyar Classics That Never Made it to the Cinema

Although these songs were never screened in cinema halls, these ‘invisible songs’ are partly, sometimes even mostly, responsible for a film’s commercial success.

The name of composer O.P. Nayyar is synonymous with the golden age of Bollywood movies – the 1950s to 1970s. Or more accurately, with the music of the Hindustani films made in Bombay as it was then called. 

Music arguably played a bigger role in these movies than the stars or the story. So much so that producers would get the songs composed even before starting the film production. Professional playback singers pre-recorded the songs, which the actors lip-synced. 

But since the music component was still intimately connected to the movie’s storyline, the songs and music were created keeping the script in mind. Sometimes a soundtrack became more popular than the movie itself. Producers began releasing the film’s soundtrack on the radio, as tapes or CDs before launching the film itself. The songs became a marketing and publicity tool, their popularity or otherwise determining box-office trajectory.

The 1960s and 1970s were marked by relative stability and technical advances that led to rising standards of recording quality. Singers like sisters Lata Mangeshkar and Asha Bhosle, besides Geeta Dutt, Kishore Kumar, Mohammad Rafi, Hemant Kumar and others were the mainstay of the playback singing scene.

Invisible songs

Music lovers and filmgoers loved maestro O.P. Nayyar’s unique trailblazing, flowing style. With a high ratio of popular songs on the charts, he commanded the highest fees for much of his career from the 1950s up to the early ‘70s. His spectacular success is evident in the scores of movies remembered not for their cast or directors, but for his songs, which younger vocalists enjoy performing on stage even today.

With that as a backdrop, imagine that no less than 20 of his songs were dropped from various films. Some were recorded and picturised but not used on screen. Others were recorded but never picturised at all. Some were barred by the Censor Board and are not available on movie DVDs. 

And yet many of these “invisible” songs, despite never being screened in cinema halls, are partly, sometimes even mostly, responsible for a film’s commercial success.

Here they are in chronological order, along with the reasons they were dropped from a film, where such information could be verified. There are some for which I could find no confirmed reasons as to why they were dropped.

1. Koi jab dard ka mara (1955)

Shammi Kapoor first met Geeta Bali during the filming of Miss Coca Cola, a musical whodunit in which she plays a nightclub dancer called Miss Coca Cola. A year older than Shammi Kapoor and already an established star, Geeta Bali disliked Shamshad Begum’s voice picturised on her and had the song removed at the eleventh hour. Interestingly, the lead couple got married soon afterwards.

2.  Zara si baat ka huzoor ne (1955) 

A nice peppy song sung by Asha Bhosle came under the scissors when the movie Musafirkhana was deemed too long. Leading lady Shyama was not happy with the cut.

3.  Jata kahan hai deewane (1956)  

This Geeta Dutt nugget, considered by many (including myself) as one of OPN’s best, is from the noir thriller C.I.D. One musical sequence involved Dev Anand, a police officer, and a mysterious woman played by Waheeda Rehman. This song was removed in the final version of the film because of the Censor Board’s objection. It was also banned from All India Radio, for reasons that puzzle people even today. 

Waheeda Rehman said in an interview that it was her ‘sensual’ eyes accompanying the line “Sab kuch yahan hai sanam (everything is here, my love)” that the Censor Board objected to. Decades later, the song finally made its screen debut in the film Bombay Velvet in 2015, re-recorded as old wine in a new bottle.

4.  Bhool ja ae dil pyar ke din  (1956) 

One of OPN’s most mesmerising compositions and also one of his own favourites. The script of the flop movie Hum Sub Chor Hein was revised and the song never picturised. Nobody remembers the film or even the name of the heroine, but Asha Bhosle’s soulful rendition will still haunt anyone who hears it even once.

5.  Ik deewana aate jaate (1956) 

This song was penned by Sahir Ludhianvi and recorded for the hit movie Naya Daur. Although dropped at the editing stage, it remains a classic.

6.  Chhota sa baalma (1958) 

One of OPN’s few raga-based compositions, perhaps one of Asha Bhosle’s best renditions. Penned by Qamar Jalalabadi, it was picturised but removed from the movie Raagini. Still, it remains one of the film’s most remembered songs.

7.  Pyara pyara hai sama (1960)

Film Kalpana. Singers: Asha Bhosle and M. Rafi. Lyrics: Raja Mehdi Ali Khan.

8.  Idhar dekh mera dil  (1960)

Film: Jaali Note. Singers: Asha Bhosle and Shamshad Begum. Lyrics: Anjaan

9.  Duniya pakki 420 (1960)

10.  Kitni badal gayee hai (1960) 

11.  Idhar mein khubsoorat hoon (1960)

No less than 14 songs were recorded for Basant and if that itself wasn’t a record, the 10 Bhosle-Rafi duets certainly were. By the same token, the high number of dropped songs must also be some sort of a dubious record. Something went seriously wrong here, but we don’t know what.

12.  Poochho na hamein (1960)  

Again, one wonders why the best song of the film Mitti Mein Sona would be dropped from the screening. Over 60 years later, this melancholic song embellished with elegant piano interludes, remains fresh even today. 

13.  Yeh duniya rahe na rahe kia pata (1960) 

OPN’s alliance with the brilliant lyricist S.H. Bihari took off right here. Bihari got only one song to write out of seven, and even that was eventually not picturised. This did not prevent the establishment of the rock-like foundation that developed between the two. Their musical partnership yielded 94 hit songs and 25 films over the next 16 years. Asha Bhosle’s delivery is superlative. 

14.  Mein pyar ka rahi hoon (1962)

One of the most popular duets of the year, OP Nayyar remembered it often as one of his most rehearsed songs, because it wasn’t easy to sing. Just one word “ghabraoon (worried)” just wouldn’t sound the way OPN wanted. When it finally did, it turned out to be a musical gem. Yet, among 10 great songs of the film Ek Musafir Ek Haseena, it  was this one that was dropped.

15.  Zulf ki chhaon mein (1963)

Many reportedly re-watched the film Phir Wohi Dil Laya Hoon because they thought that they had missed this song in their first viewing. The highly romantic duet by Bhosle and Rafi, which many other composers tried to copy with variations but without success, did not make it to the screen.

16.  Balma khuli hawa mein (1964) 

17.  Phir thes lagi dil ko (1964)

These lovely and lively Asha Bhosle solos were produced for Sharmila Tagore’s debut film Kashmir ki Kali. Tagore was unable to do justice to the first song, particularly the word “behekna”. However, lyricist S.H. Bihari made his mark with other songs in the film. The second song got dropped due to changes in the script.

18.  Humne to dil ko aap ke (1965)   

A lovely lilting duet from Mere Sanam, which only Rafi and Bhosle could do justice to. 

19.  Honton pe hansi (1966)

Considered by many of OPN’s faithful fans as one of the maestro’s best duets. The producer of the film Sawan ki Ghata reportedly wanted to use this song in his next film, but the reality remains a mystery.

20.  Chein se humko kabhi (1973) 

This classic sung by Asha Bhosle and penned by S.H. Bihari for the film Pran Jaye Par Vachan Na Jaye was recorded sometime in 1972. By then it was apparent that the magical Bhosle-Nayyar combo was nearing its end, both professionally and personally. It turned out to be their swan song, bringing to a sad end one of the most brilliant partnerships ever in Hindustani cinema history – a musical romance that lasted 14 years, ending in August 1972.

Never picturised, the song was removed from the film even before the shooting stage began. It still became a milestone creation, marking the parting of ways between Bhosle and Nayyar. To quote a line from the film: “Aap ne jo hai diya woh toh kisi ne na diya (What you’ve given me, no one could possibly give me)”.

Paradoxically, Pran Jaye Par Vachan Na Jaye was a mediocre dacoit potboiler, one of many played by Sunil Dutt. Hence, a song of this quality, even if included, may have gone against the film’s character. 

The story did not end there. Chain Se Humko Kabhi went on to win Asha Bhosle the Filmfare Award for Best Female Playback singer for that year. By then the duo had broken up and Bhosle did not turn up to the award ceremony. Since she was not present when the Best Female Playback Singer award was announced, the organisers called on the song’s composer O.P. Nayyar to accept the award on her behalf. He had no choice but to accept it. 

Later, while returning home with S.H. Bihari, he rolled down the window and flung the trophy out, and it shattered against an electric lamp-post. That loud echo late at night also symbolised the dramatic end of an amazing musical partnership, now part of Bollywood folklore. And who cares about Rekha in the female lead!

Still, it serves as a reminder of what incredible heights Asha Bhosle and O.P. Nayyar achieved together. 

No one has been able to come even close.

Karachi-born, Boston-based Siraj Khan is a connoisseur of South Asian film music. A global finance and audit specialist by profession, he has written scripts and directed concerts in USA, Southasia and UAE. He has also been recognised for his work towards women’s empowerment and services to children and youth.

This is a Sapan News syndicated feature.

How Hindi Film Music Grew Into its Carefree, Fun Identity

The collapse of the jazz and dance club scene in Bombay coincided with the commencement of the golden period for Hindi film music.

This is the third article in a series on the history of the Indian film industry. Also read: Part I | Part II

“But don’t you see why we are tired of the war, we went through it, and now we must re-live it in every book we read, in every film or play that we see? Instead of war, we want to see love on the screen, we want to see carefree happiness, we want someone to make us laugh. That is why we are crazy about Awara.”

∼ Khwaja Ahmad Abbas in his autobiography I Am Not an Island, about a Russian student’s response to his question as to why he liked the movie Awara (1951).

By the early 1940s, the Hindi movie had a lot to do with love, but little to do with carefree happiness. A decade after the onset of talkies, very little had changed in the expression of the Hindi film song. The protagonist – whether female or male – and the songs they sang were cradled by the subtle rhythms and the accompaniment of dholaki, harmonium, tabla and violin. A few bars of piano were thrown in with the accordion if the music composer felt particularly adventurous. The songs were made for K.L Saigal, and when the great man himself could not render them Mukesh, Talat Mehmood and even Mohammed Rafi rehearsed to sing like him. Even the occasional playful numbers were hummable but restrained.

The first slivers of change shone, propitiously, on August 15, 1947. The film Shehnai that was released on that day had a song composed by C. Ramachandra which went “Aana meri jaan, meri jaan Sunday ke Sunday”. It was peppy and one could hear the sax, guitar, drums, harmonica with a minor allowance for the dholak to accompany the antara sung by the female voice. Even Naushad’s work, which was always supported by a strong string, notably a violin bank, had new sounds and beats  creeping into them by 1949 (Andaaz). There were dramatic interventions by the accordion, a hint of countermelody and fresh refrains of percussion, that were not heard before.

Then came Raj Kapoor and Shankar Jaikishen’s work Barsaat in 1948. A musical tour de force, which set a high bar for film music. The signifier of what was to come was the cabaret featuring Joe Menezes’ band in the background  (“Tirchi Nazar hei”) with a two-minute orchestrated prelude and a counter melody that had the material of three other compositions in it. The carefree, dapper, self-assured, almost arrogant looking Prem Nath and the effervescent Cuckoo heralding in new times. The great age of the Hindi movie song was tee’d up nicely by now. How did the change come about in a matter of a few years?

Illustration: Pariplab Chakraborty

The ‘Golden Necklace’ that is formed by the Marine Drive in Bombay was dotted with jazz bars on the eve of India’s independence and well into the 1950s. ‘The Rendezvous’ at The Taj and ‘Greens’ were just two of the many that were popular among a cosmopolitan clientele consisting of urbane Parsis, bronzed up sahibs pondering their departure home and music composers from the Hindi film scene, like C. Ramachandra, Jaikishen and Salil Choudhury, among others.

Highlights of an evening at these places were performances by the likes of Chic Chocolate, Chris Perry, Frank Fernand, Goody Servai, Anthony Gonsalves and Josique Menzies. Today, not many of us Indian music aficionados know these names, but they were the itinerant pioneers who had started off their journey at the church choir in Dhobi Talao or Margao, graduated to performing at hotels in hill stations like Mussoorie to ultimately channel the likes of Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman and Charlie Parker in the hazed evenings of pre-independence Bombay, before fawning patrons thirsty for jazz, cha cha cha, stomp and swing.

Their training allowed them to play notated music as bands – at weddings, funerals and orchestras. They could “arrange” music banks of strings, percussion, brass and wind to suit the symphony and they had the skill to include intrepid and unscripted flashes of brilliance that took their patrons’ breath away. They would perform encores and feed off the appreciative audience. They would have Hindi film  music composers wait for them backstage. Appreciation would be followed by invitations to the recording studios, to notate music, set up orchestras and perform for their compositions.. Those times would not get any better for them.

C Ramachandra (right) with Chic Chocolate/Antonio Xavier Vaz (second from left) rehearsing for the album “Albela” (1951). Picture courtesy: https://www.instagram.com/filmhistorypics/

The music director/composer of a Hindi film in those days could compose a melody on a harmonium, but to orchestrate it, the melody had to be written down in western notation. Obligatos, preludes and interludes between the mukhra and antara had to be composed. The type of instruments and their quantum had to be stipulated. With the onset of background music, everything from composition, arranging, rehearsals and recording had to be managed, usually assisted by the music composer themselves or their assistants.

The famous composers we know today had varying amounts of input in this creative process. Usually it was front heavy, that is, once the composition was made, and the producer/director selected the song, it was handed over to the arranger, to make it into a song, as we know it. Some composers considered themselves as music directors, but retained an eagle eye on the output. They were not trained in the harmonic way of making music, but had the attention to detail to spot deficiencies. As the harmony between a composition based on a hindustani raga and western orchestra matured, the usage of bass to improve the explosive quality of the composition was experimented. Counter melodies bloomed between stanzas or the antara. Central to this process were the arrangers, assistants and the musicians, many of them greats as we know them today, many other greats nevertheless, but largely unknown to us. For Naushad there was a Josique Menzies or Anthony Gonsalves, for Shankar Jaikishen (or SJ as they were called) there was a Dattaram Wadkar, Frank Fernand and Sebastian D’Souza, for C. Ramachandra there was Chic Chocolate, for R.D. Burman, there was Kersi Lord, Manohari Singh and Vasudeo Chakravarthy.

In that golden period, film music brought together the best to form a new Indian musical tradition – a harmonious medley of hindustani and western classical. On the one side there was Shivkumar Sharma (santoor), Hariprasad Chaurasia (flute), Pannalal Ghosh (flute), Lala Sattar (dholak) while on the other side there was Joe Monsorate (trumpeter), Bosco Mendes (trombone), Vistasp Balsara (piano and piano accordion). The recording studio was not just a man’s domain either – there was Lucila Paceho (piano), Myra Menzies (violin), Bridget Carvalho (piano) and Zarin Sharma (sarod), to name a few. Then there were instruments that most of them could play by turns in second and third rows together with the specialists – instruments like Chinese wood blocks, castanets, vibraphone, maracas, reso-reso and others.

The collapse of the jazz and dance club scene in Bombay coincided with the commencement of the golden period for Hindi film music. It was the only popular form of music that the nation knew then. This age was heralded by the composers like Naushad, C. Ramchandra, Madan Mohan, Ghulam Haider, Shankar Jaikishen, Laxmikant Pyarelal, Kalyanji Anandji, Khayyam and many others, together with singers like Lata Mangeshkar, Mohammed Rafi, Mannadey, Kishore Kumar, Asha Bhosle, Sharda, Suman Kalyanpur and Mukesh and Mahendra Kapoor. Their success, though, was on the backs of an industrious set of over 500 musicians that flitted between Mehboob, Famous and Film Centre studios and All India Radio, with their violins, violas, oboes, drums, santoors, sitars, harmoniums and tablas in tow.

They gave Rafi’s voice the projection to suit Shammi Kapoor’s “Yahoo” (Kersi Lord on the congo), Lata’s voice the freshness to go with the lissome Nargis in “Ghar Aaaya Mera Pardesi” (dholki accompaniment Lala Gangawane), Rafi’s voice the pathos to go with Dev Anand’s grieving in “Din Dhal Jaye” (Manohari Singh playing the saxophone for Shammi Kapoor, “Hai Duniya usiki, zamana usika“), the languid quality of Bhupendra’s voice accompanied by Chic Chocolate in-scene on the trumpet, “Rut Jawan” and the eerie steps of Gabbar Singh tuned to Vasudeo Chakravarthy’s cello in “Sholay” and V. Balsara channelling the harmonium in the guise of an accordion in “Awara hoon“. The list goes on.

The arrangers, assistants, and the musicians wore their craft lightly. They would create magic every day and trudge back to their homes, with dreams for another day. Their work did not make them famous, no one sought them out for interviews, even the IPRS (Indian Performing Rights Society) credits bypassed them, but they got paid after every shift and they had fun while doing their jobs. They brought in their cousins and nephews from Goa, Nepal, Bengal and Madras to join them in the trade. They thought it could last forever.

Bhupendra Singh solos feature in songs like “Hare Rama Hare Krishna”, “Chura liya hei tum ne jo dil ko” and “Mehbooba mehbooba” Picture courtesy: https://www.instagram.com/filmhistorypics/

Independent India and its leaders, in their first flush of idealism, were keen to get on with the task of nation-building and looked down upon frivolous pursuits like dance clubs, jazz bars and films. Their displeasure was shone in the form of heavy taxes and prohibition. Prohibition took down with it the remnants of the night life and jazz bars in Bombay. A minority of musicians who played for films on the side, while still pursuing the profession of jazz and blues, now had just this vocation left.

High taxes, on the other hand, increased the preponderance of black money in the economy, which inevitably made its way through to the independent producers of films. High excise duties would also bring down the curtain upon imports of new gadgets for sound recording and mixing, thereby leaving the industry in a technology time warp well into the ‘80s. A combination of all these factors led to a boom in the production of movies, busy recording floors and 60-100 piece orchestras. Prosperity fed ambition among the top echelons of Hindi film music industry. Ambition fed Machiavellian manoeuvres, hangers on and egos. Egos fed camps, parting of ways, and blood loyalty. Loyalty suffocated freshness, innovation, new sounds, new techniques, new voices. Loyalty also drove insecurity. Some double-barrelled composer pairs broke, but plastered over their differences for consumption. Some others were picked up from the dust and anointed as heirs to be. While all this was happening, the musicians worked on two five hour shifts every day, Monday to Saturday with an occasional Sunday thrown in. They knew the stories, but could not be bothered about the tamasha, just so long as they got paid at the end of their shift.

In the 1970s, the first synthesisers were brought into the country. This was coupled with the introduction of multi-track and improved sound recording processes. The 16-piece violin bank could be pared down to four, recorded on multiple tracks, and mixed to get the same effect. With the changing role of the orchestra, remuneration structures changed eventually. While between the ‘50s and the ‘70s music composers, arrangers and musicians were compensated independently by the producer, by the ‘80s this model changed to a contract system whereby the producer was paid a lump sum for the music, which included composition, arrangement, rehearsal, musicians and all related costs.

The toxic combination of a synthesiser on the one hand and the prospect of making a profit by cutting down the orchestra was all that was required to bring to an end this golden phase of film music. Musicians from Goa, Mumbai, Nepal, Bengal and Madras withdrew back with their memory-laden instruments to hasty retirements. The ones who persisted frequented congested, lonesome, dime-a-dozen studios to record a few bars of solos without knowing how and where their music will be used, if at all.

The comment that the student in Russia made to Khwaja Ahmed Abbas is still relevant. The music he heard in the early 1950s will never be heard again. The freshness of the sound played by a studio full of talented musicians will never be heard in a popular song like he had heard it then. We put it down to nostalgia, but the music of that time between the ’50s and ’70s will stay forever, with every Indian, like an heirloom. And not just India – people still dance to “Awara Hoon” and its various versions at Turkish weddings, Moroccan soirees, Iranian school reunions. It will continue to remind them of times when things were simpler, more carefree, and when it was easier to fall in love. It was the times, yes, but it was also the tenors and the unsung troubadours from Bombay that infused that music with their soul.

This article has referred material from the book Behind the Curtain: Making Music in Mumbai’s Film Studios by Gregory D. Booth, Taj Mahal Foxtrot: The Story of Bombay’s Jazz Age by Naresh Fernandes, Travels of Hindi Song and Dance Sangita Gopal, Sujata Moorti and Shankar Jaikishen’s biography by Dr Dattatreya and Dr Geetha Pujari. The author has also referred to various recollections by various musicians through interviews conducted by S.M. Irfan for the programme “Guftagoo” hosted by Rajya Sabha TV. The author is also grateful for the insights gathered from conversations with Dinesh Shailendra (famous lyricist Kavi Shailendra’s son).

S.D. Burman, the Man Who Gave Hindi Film Music Its Grammar

In ‘S.D. Burman: The Prince-Musician’, the authors painstakingly trace and illuminate the musical origins and roots of his major songs over the decades of his work.

If you are the kind of person whose soul stirs and blood quickens if you hear even stray wafts of old Hindi film music somewhere around you, then this is the book for you. If, in addition, you are nostalgic for the classical era of Hindi cinema, this book will be a collector’s item. And if, like me, you are convinced that the greatest talent in Hindi film music was Sachin Dev Burman, then S.D. Burman: The PrinceMusician is a book you cannot miss.

The authors, Anirudha Bhattacharjee and Balaji Vittal, are meticulous film historians. Their thoroughly researched R.D. Burman: The Man, The Music was not only a bestseller, it also won them the National Film Award for Best Book on Cinema in 2011. Their new book turns the spotlight on R.D.’s father, who they believe gave Hindi film music its grammar. They bring vividly to life the man, his music, the Bombay film industry and his changing times.

There are glimpses in the opening pages of the book of the great historical events of his childhood and youth which shaped him indelibly: the struggle for India’s freedom, the Second World War, the catastrophic Great Bengal Famine, the horrors of the Partition riots and independence.

S.D. Burman during a music session with his son, R.D. Burman aka Pancham. Credit: Abhijit Dasgupta

S.D. Burman during a music session with his son, R.D. Burman aka Pancham. Credit: Abhijit Dasgupta

Amidst these, we encounter a boy born in a royal household in Tripura. The year, according to his own records was 1906, although his son believed that he was born earlier, in 1901. The boy Sachin Karta loved fishing and football, and was enraptured by the itinerant singers who would stop at his household and sing Bengali folk music – baul, kirtan, gajan and his favourite bhatiyali boatmen songs. As a lanky six-foot youth, he began singing in public performances. His father sent him to Calcutta in 1925 for his master’s degree, but there he resolved instead to make music his life’s vocation. His reluctant father ultimately bowed to his wishes.

Anirudha Bhattacharjee and Balaji Vittal
S. D. Burman: The Prince-Musician<br. Tranquebar, 2018

The book records his early struggles to gain a foothold in the Bengal film industry, first as a singer with his distinct melodious but elegantly rasping voice, and then as a composer. We follow through the book’s pages his life’s journey: his love-affair with singer Meera; his marriage to her causing a permanent rupture with his family who rejected her for being a ‘commoner’; his migration to Bombay after the Bengal film industry wilted with the Bengal famine; his gradual fitful rise in the industry where he had no sponsors or godfathers, ultimately to reach its pinnacle; his worries about his son for his refusal to study and his wayward ways until he found his talent while assisting his father in his music compositions; his wife’s ultimate slippage into mental illness and the loneliness of his death while he was still reigning until his end the heights of his profession.

When S.D. Burman died in 1975, an era of the progressive artiste, members of the Indian People’s Theatre Association, committed to the vision of an egalitarian socialist and secular India, which included names like Prithviraj Kapoor, Manto, Kaifi Azmi, Ravi Shankar, Salil Chaudhury and K.A. Abbas. In the mid-1940s, many of them would gather in a sprawling bungalow – 41, Pali Hill – in what was then the outskirts of Bombay, in Bandra for which the monthly rent of Rs 50 was paid for by Chetan Anand. Here came together some of Hindi cinema’s great talents, such as Guru Dutt, Raj Khosla and Balraj Sahni. They would play chess, rehearse through the night, travel by late night/early morning local trains to the studios with milkmen and fisherwomen, and perform plays about workers’ rights in public parks. It is to this group that S.D. Burman drifted towards in his early years in Bombay, and it is here that he built his creative bonds, many of which lasted a lifetime.

The writers describe the many influences on S.D. Burman’s music. He remained rooted in the various Bengali folk forms of his boyhood (think of the magical boatman songs in Sujata – Sun mere bandhu re – and Bandini – Mere sajan hai us paar – and the traditional bhajan piece Aaj sajan mohe ang laga le in Pyaasa); drew a great deal from Rabindra Sangeet (right up to Tere mere milan ki yeh raina in Abhimaan); thrived in Hindustani light classical music (Mohse chhal kiye ja in Guide which had santoor maestro Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma playing the table), but was open to absorb and adapt popular Western forms and what the writers describe as ‘party music’ (the seductive Raat akeli hai, bujh gaye diye from Jewel Thief is an outstanding example).

He wove all of these into his distinctive, always compelling compositions, with minimalist orchestration and poetic lyrics. It was this capacity which ensured that even while remaining proudly entrenched in his origins, he continued to evolve and grow, and therefore remained relevant and immensely popular with each turning decade, but always on his own terms. Throughout this lush history of S.D. Burman’s life and the music he created, the authors Bhattacharjee and Vittal painstakingly trace and illuminate the musical origins and roots of his major songs over the decades of his work.

S.D. Burman with Lata Mangeshkar. Credit: Facebook

His historians create a nuanced, complex and compelling picture of the personality of S.D. Burman. Never does the biography for even a moment slip into a hagiography, or an uncritical celebration of the music legend, surrounding their subject with a halo. We do see him as a man of exceptional dignity, grace and pride, who kept his distance from the revelries and crassness of the industry of which he was a part. He engaged with his vocation with almost obsessive intensity, yet always making time for his other loves such as football and fishing.

Director Basu Chatterjee who worked with S.D. Burman for his Us Paar recalls the composer as

‘a pain in the neck, but in a lovely way. Every other day he would say, “Basu, ekta notun sur eshche. Shune jao (Basu, I have thought of a new tune. Come, listen to it)”, while I would be running around for money’ to finance his film. The authors describe him as ‘the last of the Bengali bharadaloks, the genteel Bengali’ of Hindi cinema. He ‘wore his roots on his sleeve’ with his ‘sojourns to Kolkata for Durga Puja; his obsession with football, or the East Bengal team, his quirks of going on fishing expedition; in his box a paan…; his starched dhuti-panjabi; …Kohlapuri chappals; and… his refusal to correct his heavily accented Hindi…’

He was intensely rooted in his culture but willing always to learn and adapt (which reflects in his unique musical journey).

But at the same time, he emerges as overly sensitive, and unforgiving when he takes offence. These led to his many estrangements – with his family in Tripura to which he never returned; but also famously with singer Lata Mangeshkar, poet Shailendra and many others. There is also the suggestion that he did not allow his wife Meera, a gifted singer, to pursue her own career, a possible reason for her lapse into mental illness at the end of his life.

Balaji Vittal. Credit: LinkedIn

His biographers underline his understanding of what additional qualities to melody a successful song composed for films must have. One of these is the lyrics, and the other is the way the film is played out on the screen. It is for this reason that S.D. Burman’s most memorable music arose from his two kinds of partnerships: one with the finest poets in the industry, and the other the greatest Hindi film directors. S.D. Burman’s best-loved songs were those written by great Urdu and Hindi poets – Sahir Ludhianvi (born Abdul Hayee) whose verses rang with the angst of the underdog; the other great poet of Hindi cinema Shailendra; Majrooh Sultanpuri and in his later decades of work Neeraj.

Anirudha Bhattacharjee. Credit: Twitter

Likewise, he gave his most unforgettable music for the Hindi film directors who made some of Hindi cinema’s greatest film classics – Bimal Roy, Guru Dutt, Vijay Anand and Hrishikesh Mukherjee. These were directors for who songs were not just a necessary popular appendage to their story-telling; songs were as essential to their auteur as was cinematography, the script and the acting. The partnership of these legendary directors with S.D. Burman created some of the most memorable moments in Hindi cinema. The authors regard S.D. Burman’s finest album to be Vijay Anand’s lush recreation of R.K. Narayan’s novel of adultery and redemption Guide. My personal favourite goes back to a couple of years earlier – Bimal Roy’s haunting jail drama Bandini. These, like Guru Dutt’s Pyaasa and Kaagaz ke Phool would not have reached the same cinematic heights without S.D. Burman.

The book ends with reflections of S.D. Burman’s legacy to Hindi cinema. Two of his assistants – Jaidev and his prodigiously talented son R.D. Burman – went on to become leading music composers in their own right. Others like Hemant Kumar, Kalyanji-Anandji and Ravindra Jain display S.D. Burman’s influence in many of their finest compositions. But most of all, some of the most iconic moments in Hindi cinema incorporate S.D. Burman’s songs, combining superlative melody, poetry, acting, lighting and photography to accomplish cinematic heights. He set a bar for Hindi film music composers that is hard for his successors in later generations to accomplish.

Harsh Mander is an occasional writer on Indian cinema.