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Rasoolan Bai- Nazar nahin aanda
"Jaag Padi Main To Piya" Rasoolan Bai
Bhairavi - Phool Gendawa Na Maaro, Lagat Karejwa Mein Chot Rasoolan Bai
âLagat jobanwa mein chot, phool gendwa na maarâ (My breasts are wounded, donât throw flowers at me): the âotherâ song of the filmâs title, was known to have been recorded in 1935 by Rasoolan Bai, the legendary singer from Banaras. She probably never sang this languorous thumri the same way again, and the recordings that do survive tell another story: âLagat karejwa mein chot, phool gendwa na maarâ (My heart is wounded, don't throw flowers at me).
In the tiny space created by that one cleansed word, filmmaker Saba Dewan travels far, journeying through the debates around the control of female sexuality of the late 19th and early 20th century in India, and the moral policing of cultural expression that accompanied it. At the centre of this struggle lies the almost erased figure of the tawaifâthe courtesanâand the arts of music and dance that her tradition nurtured.
Those were the years when VN Bhatkande, DV Paluskar and others laid down the canons of Indian âclassicalâ music, and set up the filters that formed the musical standards for the time. Subtly linking these to sexual âmoralityâ and ârespectabilityâ, the music of the tawaif became immoral. And since the tawaif, and her musicians, were mostly Muslim, and their language was Urdu, this âcleansingâ carried a barely concealed communal bias.
In a moving section, the film recounts the efforts by the tawaifs to contribute to the non-cooperation movement, in response to Gandhiâs call for Hindu-Muslim unity in the early 1920s. The Mahatama, an ideal of the womenâs movement, was furious with them. He would not accept them as workers, or take their donation, unless they gave up on their âunworthy profession that made them worse than thievesâ.
It was obviously not enough that Rasoolan Bai never sang the âotherâ song again, for her tradition was to never regain its status. She eventually ended up in penury, running a small stall in Allahabad, ironically right next to the All India Radio building where she once sang⌠The living successors of the tawaif tradition who we meet, Daya Kumari and Rani Begum from Muzaffarpur and Saira Begum from Banaras, have also withdrawn into an inner space, their rich repertoire of songs doomed to die with them.
But The Other Song is not a lament of times past. It comes with a richness of interpretations that takes us well past the tinsel abstractions of Hindi cinemaâs tawaif, the Sahibjaan of Pakeezah and of course the eponymous Umrao Jaan. It carries within it a critique of our easy acceptance of what are really artificial notions of tradition and enforced cultural boundaries. [x]

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(Thumri Piloo) Saiyan Bides Gaye Rasoolan Bai
âThey are all devis; I am the last bai left!â