I don’t know how it happened but I could not see that film but, of course, heard the song from a Pooja Pandal.
Nijhumo shondhay pantho pakhira lyrics movie#
One evening, as I was humming a Bengali song in the lab Nijhumo shondhay pantho pakhira while making a few earthen pots filled with soil ready for sterilization in the autoclave, listening which, a senior of mine walked in and it so happened we landed in a dialogue around film music for a long that ended up in his suggesting me to watch the movie Antony Firingee or at least to listen one of its songs that took Bengal under its sway- Ami jamini tumi sashi hey / bhaatichho gogon maajhe. Even today, whenever I listen to this song my heartstrings tweak under an indefinable heaviness. And how can I fail to mention that soulful melancholic rendition- Ae mere pyare watan, ae mere bichhdey chaman, Tujhpe dil qurban-from the film, Kabuliwala that Manna Dey sung under another great Bengali music director, Salil Chowdhury, every note of which echoed my own dard and kasak (pain and intense craving) for Tenali, my native town (while it was the Pathons who were saluting their motherland, Afghanistan, in the film). Moving to Kalyani University for PG, I became a tad better in understanding the Hindi lyrics and obviously, this paved the way for my better appreciation of Manna Dey’s soul stirring immortal melodies sung in the classical style, which incidentally no Mukesh or Kishore could do: Laaga chunri mei daag chupaoon kaise ( Dil Hi to Hai) that soul stirring melody puchhona kaise maine rain bitayi ( Meri Surat Teri Aankhen) and that Madanmohan’s signature tune- kaun aaya mann ke dware in film Dekh Kabira Roya. Indeed the mischievous blend of seasoned love with innocent pranks that Dey breathed into lyrics- Yeh shokhiya yeh baankpan jo tujh mei hei kahi nahi Dilo ko jeetney ka phan jo tujh mei hei kahi nahin (This sauciness, this jauntiness that you have, nowhere else can be found the charisma of winning hearts that you have nowhere else can be found)- was so well displayed by both Balraj Sahani and Achala Sachdev that it is still alive in my memory though almost five decades have since elapsed. And what a thrill it was watching Balraj Sahani living out that lilting melody which Manna Dey sang with a playful touch of romance … reflecting the joys of a happy married life that withstood the test of time … under the baton of Ravi’s music- Ae meri Zohra Jabeen (O, my beautiful beloved) / tujhe maloom nahi / tu abhi tak hai haseen aur main jawaan (You are still lovely and I am still young) in a mesmerizing style of his own … quite in a youthful passion… all, through rolling eyes and swinging hands…that too, be-seated on a darji (bed) before his screen wife, Achala Sachdev-the woman that was just true to the poetry that Dey was singing. Later, when we were on educational tour to South India in the final year, I had the chance of watching Waqt along with my friend, Hussaini, in one of the theatres in Mangalore. Then came that doll show, and when the female doll asks jahan main jaati hoon vahin chale aate ho… Manna Dey pours out his heart into the answer: Dil se dil ki lagan ki ye baat hai / Pyaar ki raah jatan ki ye baat hai / Mujhase na puchoo ki tum mere kaun ho… And any wonder if Dil dhoonde aise sapne ko and we just stayed back in the hall till these songs were played back again in the second show, of course, at no extra cost… then walked back to the hostel in that silent darkness humming those sweet melodies. As we finally settled in our chairs, there came that other evergreen melody, indeed an ode to love: Yeh raat bheegi bheegi yeh mast fizaayein / utha dheere dheere voh chaand pyaara pyaara. Aaja sanam madhur chaandini mei / hum tum mile toh wirane me bhee aa jayegee bahar… and obviously, all of us jhumne la…ga with excitement and as Nargis continued … kehta hai dil aur machalta hai dil / more sajan ley chal mujhe taro key par / lagta nahee hai dil yaha … our dil got fixed to the soothing sound bytes off the screen. And Lo! My pet song was right on the screen. On one night, I along with my roommate went to watch Chori Chori.
It used to allow us to walk in even in the middle of the first show and remain in the hall for the second show till you saw the missed part or however long you liked to be in and this suited us, the hostellers, well. There was a cinema hall in the outskirts of Bapatla, which used to play old Telugu and Hindi movies for a couple of days each. But m y pleasure to watch Manna Dey’s song on the screen however had to wait till I came to the third year of my graduate studies.
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