10 Songs : Bhoole, Bisare Geet

I guess saying that I'm "bringing back" a posted that I "posted" all of two times is quite pompous of me. But, these are things that you just have to do, especially when you don't have a lot to write about at that moment.

I've always been a huge fan of Hindi film music - the good kind. By that I'm usually referring to most things pre-1980. That's not to say the past 3 decades have been absolute crap, but I'd rather not listen to something that Jumping Jack Jeetu was testing the limits of the human pelvis with. I'm also not a fan of the Atif Aslam led "renaissance", which obviously means naming the Capped One will be an insult to this post, nay blog.

My first memories of old, Hindi film music go back to Aajoba's gramophone - and to a very old collection of songs he had. One of them - Shraddhanjali - I think - which was Lata Mangeshkar's tribute to the first singing "superstars". I remember being very amused at how everybody was so nasal that time - especially Pankaj Mullick singing "Piya Milan ko jaana" or Saigal singing " So Jaa Raajkumari". I don't think I was a "fan" then, after all I was barely 6. The gramophone was an endless source of amazement to me, especially the story he told me about the dog who remembered "his master's voice" which led to the iconic picture.

Growing up, music was a very integral part of the family. Dad has this massive collection of film music - mostly old recordings from the radio. We always had the old cassette player on, or the radio; and the most important task to finish while leaving on a vacation, was picking out the cassettes to listen to on the way there. None of us are musicians in any sense of the word, but music was one thing common, and I cherished that bond. I loved to, and still do, ask my parents and grandparents endless ( and mostly, repetitive) questions about music from the older times. Who sang what; how the movies were then; the theatres then; and of course their source of music. I'm sure, to anyone above 40, Binaca Geet Mala must've been a very important part of their childhood.

Since we were strictly forbidden to ride our cycles to school ( all the way to 10th, I must embarrassingly admit) Aai-Baba used to drop us there. School was at 7.30, and we had the radio on a s usual. Aakashwani (I don't think we had Radio Mirchi then) used to air a program called "Bhoole, bisare geet) at 7 am. Now this played really really old songs; mostly from the 40s and 50s. The songs were great - but the movie titles were really absurd . So whether we had Uma Devi singing "Afsana Likh Rahi Hoon" or "Saiyan Dil Mein Aana Re" by Shamshad Begum, or "Aana Meri jaan Sunday ke Sunday" ; or another of Shamshad Begum's classics with the Rangoon-Telephoon, times were great, and so was the music.

The thing I find most remarkable, and this is probably the most done-to-death discussion you'll ever have, is the longevity of these songs. It's not just that they were brilliantly written, composed and sung. There have been a lot that followed. A lot in the past decade, even. But, hardly any gets elevated to the heights these songs have. Or is even spoken of having a chance to do so. So when "Jawan hai Mohabbat" from Anmol Ghadi is still played on the radio - an astounding 65 years after it's release, you can only stand and applaud.

The list of songs that follows, isn't really full of "Bhoole, bisare geet" to a lot of people. But, to my "generation" they well might be. So, presenting a few blasts from the past that I love. Hope you find one for you.

1.) Kuch Dil Ne Kaha -Anupama (1966) Singer : Lata Mangeshkar
Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUhvq8jk5mA

What better way to start off a list than with this eternal classic from Anupama. A song that emphasizes the importance of the melody, and the fact that you don't really need a heavy instrumental arrangement to make a great song. Another fact which amuses me to no end is that, for all his ham-faced action heroism later, Dharmendra was in some brilliant movies in his black-and-white days. And some great songs.


2.) Pukarta Chala Hoon Mein - Mere Sanam (1965). Singer : Mohd. Rafi

Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyB6oa6VOVg&feature=related

I suppose Mere Sanam was a great example of the Hindi movies of the time. Nothing path-breaking about the storyline, nor particularly shining performances from what Aai tells me, but a movie whose popularity had a lot to do with the catalogue of songs it had. Asha Bhosale's "Yeh Hai reshmi zulfon kia andhera" is better heard than seen, and "Jaaiyen aap kaha" is another phenomenal song. My favourite though is this Rafi classic - with a particularly memorable guitar riff.

3.) Jaane Kya Tune Kahi - Pyaasa (1957). Singer : Geeta Dutt.

Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLGCAGHNTJU

I've recently started collecting movies by the legendary Guru Dutt, and I must say that the movies, themselves landmarks in Indian cinema, boasted some of the best soundtracks you'll ever find in the movies. One of S.D.Burman's best - to choose a single tune from Pyaasa would be difficult. From the ever-pleasant "Hum Aapki Aankhon Mein" to Mohd.Rafi's "Sar Jo tera Chakraye" to two brilliant, heart-rendering melodies - "Jaane woh Kaise" by Hemant Kumar and the climatic "Yeh Duniya agar mil bhi jaaye" by Rafi Saab. But, I guess I'll go with Geeta Dutt's playful, seductive tune, not jut for the voice but for the lingering memory of Waheeda Rehman - breathtaking as she entices Guru Dutt on.


4.) Aaha Rimjhim ke ye pyaare pyaare - Usne Kaha Tha (1960).

Singers : Talat Mehmood and Lata Mangeshkar.
Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIgVdDFXv-U

I first remember hearing this song in an old cassette Dad had - with a collection of rain songs. This stayed with me, along with "O Sajana Barkha Bahar". It always conjures up great memories of the rains. Going on long drives in the old car, or going up to Sinhagad, or just sitting at home and lazing out, while the clouds go crazy outside - knowing that you're a lot happier, not having to wade through the certain traffic jams and what not outside.

5.) Yeh Nayan Dare Dare - Kohra ( 1964 ) Singer - Hemant Kumar.
Link :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVq6wCkZ9_o

I said it once, and I don't mind saying it again; with the "faces" that were running around those days - I would've been a lock to star in a few movies. Biswajeet was no expression - sorry, exception. Yet, he managed to star in some of the biggest movies of the day; along with the most beautiful faces - be it Waheeda Rehman, or Asha Parekh.

But this song is solely for the genius of Hemant Kumar. A brilliant singer and composer, and responsible for some of the best melodies in Hindi cinema. I first heard him sing "Tum Pukaar Lo" which remains one of my favourites till date.

On another note, this song was covered by Jagjit Singh for one of his albums. Do check that one out too.

6.) Baiyan Na Dharo - Dastak ( 1970) . Singer - Lata Mangeshkar.

Link :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgtOQAedJ6s

I admit I don't listen to classical music. Or understand any of it. But when there are songs this good I really don't mind. Aai tells me this was from a "bold" movie for those days - which probably means it dared to explore a topic that had the slightest hint of S-E-X.

Seriously, though, this is Lata Mangeshkar at her best - smooth, silky and effortless. Personally, it pains me that she still continued singing post the late '80s. I'd rather listen to her in this than even, say, DDLJ.

7.) Jalte Hain Jiske Liye - Sujata (1959). Singer - Talat Mehmood.
Link :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3X-zFcDGcZM

I absolutely love this song by Talat Mehmood. I got this movie as a birthday present for Aai, but haven't had the time to go see it. Still, what ranks as one of Nutan's best performances is a definite must-see.

This song, particularly stands out. I used to call it the "phone song", but all trivial comments aside, the image of Nutan weeping into her receiver as Sunil Dutt serenades her will, to me atleast, be an enduring one.

8.) Chain Se Humko Kabhi - Pran Jaaye Par vachan Na jaaye (1975). Singer - Asha Bhosale

Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yc1MfFxpYEI

The thing about Asha Bhosale that strikes me the most is that she has probably the most expressive voice I've heard. The range of emotions on display are truly awe-inspiring. You don't need to see the song picturised to get the full experience. Especially in cases like "Yeh Hai Reshmai Zulfon ka Andhera" where a pre-diva Mumtaz wasn't exactly "seductive material" so as to say.

Which works out to be great as a segue considering the fact that this song was never filmed. The director of what looks like a typical Hindi potboiler with the usual share of gangsters and damsels in distress, never found a situation to fit the song in. Therefore, one of Asha Bhosale's most memorable songs is never on screen.

Trivia-wise, I wonder if it's the only Hindi song to have won the Best Song at the Filmfare Awards despite never being on film.
As it is, this melody, the last she sang for O.P.Nayyar before their much publicized fallout, remains an eternal classic.

9.)Jawaaniyaan Ye Mast Mast - Tumsa Nahi Dekha (1957). Singer - Mohd.Rafi
Link :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aR6jo2ZdIW4

Much has been said in the wake of Shammi Kapoor's passing. Two lines will be a certain dis-service to the man. I never "followed" his career so as to say, or have seen a lot of his movies. And, therefore, the songs remain my only connection.

To me, he might not have been the most good looking, or the most talented as an actor, but is its one thing that he did well was he could bring a smile to your face. If the movies are meant to be viewed as a means of escape, then surely Shammi Kapoor was one of, if not the, in making that happen.greatest

10.) Ye raatein yeh mausam - Dilli Ka Thug (1958).

Singers - Kishore Kumar and Asha Bhosale.

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4np5V2wTXwE

Coming to the last song, I just realised that I went through an entire list without mentioning Kishore Kumar. Since that would be quite a travesty of sorts, I suppose I'll have to do with just one by the legend.

This is an song from the Kishore-Nutan starrer Dilli ka Thug, which featured one of Kishore da's typical madcap songs in "C-A-T Cat, Cat mane Billi", which used to be a favourite when I was a kid. But, this is just truly enchanting! Kishore Kumar and Asha Bhosale complimented each other so very well, be it a soft love song or a crazy ballad.

It's a Doggy-dog World

I had always figured myself to be a cat person. I'd always liked kittens more than pups and figured that the first pet I'd have would always be a cat. Especially a Persian. So, it took a considerable effort by a furry, drooling, "slightly" overweight bundle of crazy to change all that.

I've been harping about life, especially mine, imitating art. So, if my "professional" experiences are straight out of a Scrubs episode, I feel Marley and Me was probably written keeping me and Dollar in mind. I'd always been around dogs ever since I could remember. A lot of my relatives had dogs, and to me, they seemed nothing short of the best behaved dogs on the planet. So, Marshall and Tenny and Chimu were disciplined to the core, no doubt the effects of a strict military upbringing. And Goldie was Saint Goldie. Legend has it that Goldie's bark had magical healing properties, but I wouldn't know - considering he never did when I was around. Not barking aside, he was the most lovable thing on four legs that ever lived, and besides leaving behind some great memories, he left me with a problem. Because Goldie was now the benchmark by which i would judge all future dogs, I was setting myself up for a world of trouble.

It was a cold December day when we got Dollar home. I haven't told him this ( and I hope you guys won't too) but in a Sunny days- Gavaskar-esque freak of nature, Dollar might not have been the guy we would've brought home. But the trainer said he was the better looking one -and the one voted "most-likely to have a great personality" and the rest as they say is history. Of course, when we did choose him, I hadn't had the fortune of finishing "Marley and Me". And we didn't sample both the parents before we got him. So, I suppose all future vases cracked, sofas chewed and peed on are our fault, really!

I guess deciding to don a "parents role" for Dollar was a momentary stray thought. After all, with Aai-Baba being Aai-Baba for Dollar too, I could,honestly, have my cake and eat it. I'd have all the endless pleasure of playing with a pup with never-ending energy without having to worry about the peeing all over and pooping in the middle of the night. Of course, dollar did all of us a big favour and got toilet trained real quick ( 3 months or so, although Dad would like everyone to know it was 3 weeks). After that, it was pretty much smooth sailing.

Till we got to the chewing bit. Like all dogs do, Dollar had this phase around 5 months or so when every thing in our house became his own personal chew toy. The sofas started it off. And then he moved on to the walls. It didn't matter that we actually got chew-toys for him. I suppose the paint on the wall gave him flavours a chew toy never could. The next three months was spent on trying every known remedy. Smearing chilli powder didn't help at all. If anything, it spurred him on even more. And so it went on. Considering the sofas were right in our living room - that was probably the topic of discussion. And a whole lot of embarrassed/sheepish smiles for us. The growing up continued, and save for the stray visitor humped beyond compare, I don't think we had too much to complain.

Life with Dollar, is probably, all ha ha hee hee. If you get past the few quirks in the road that is. For starters, he's got the biggest appetite in the world. I know Labs love to eat, rather, live to eat - but, Dollar is in a league of his own. We started him on Pedigree like all pet owners do when they're green. After all, go with the tried and tested. But, somehow he never took a liking to it. I mean, when you live in a house where you are going to get every single delicacy the rest of the family eats, Pedigree really has no chance. I remember getting a customer survey guy from Pedigree over to check up on Dollar - poor guy should've realized what was clearly a losing battle - and he probably must've lost it when Dad started naming the things Dollar actually likes to eat. Saying that he has a sweet tooth is the understatement of the millennium. The thing he likes most in the world, and I'm not kidding here, is Kharvas. So much so that we are now forbidden to utter the word at home -the mere mention of it sets him drooling. So we started spelling it, but I'm sure he's caught on to that too.
The funny thing is, the sweet tooth thing evolved into a liking of everything that Dad gives him. So he eats all sorts of vegetables, even he ones I hate - Gawar and Bhendi to name a few. So, the foodie thing's worked out for me big time. Mum's happy - I'm now finishing first servings in record time.

The one thing that probably defines my day with Dollar is the walk in the evening. And people who've come along with us will vouch for the fact that it is an experience. Every single time. It starts with getting the leash - which is a 10 minute ritual consisting of Dollar generally going haywire - and freaking out all over. Once he's ready and leashed up - it begins. Considering that re-enforcing his territory is THE purpose of the trip, Dollar doesn't let a single spot go dry. It's been 5 years of walking him, and I'm still surprised at the amount of pee he has stored up. I mean his bladder would put a Humvee to shame.
The shortest distance between two points might be a line, but try telling him that. What usually ensues is the most convoluted path you can ever think of, with numerous de-tours and re-runs, with him dragging me along - stopping only to relieve himself for the gazzillionth time, or to stop and smell someone else's calling cards.
The best part about is that, considering most Indians are still petrified of dogs - a walk with Dollar through a crowd is usually like Moses parting the waters - or Jim Carrey and the cars in Bruce Almighty - if you didn't get that. Dollar probably loves a little tormenting and he heads straight at them - which ends up with the best shrieks people can manage - guys and girls. And if there might happen to be a cat around...

But what Dollar means to me is something that I'll always struggle to put into words. He never was just a pet. Always family. And three months without him early next year is a thought I don't want to entertain.

I read an article a few months back in Time magazine, where the author suggested that animals, even dogs, might be incapable of emotions in the truest sense. I have never disagreed with any other written word more. 5 minutes with my guy is enough to shatter that claim. It's not just excitement and joy that he exudes. Dad or Mum go out, the separation pangs show. Bring another pet close, and jealousy rears her ever ugly head. But,he is, and has been, there for me, when I needed it the most. I remember, and this is one story I have never shared with anyone - it had been a year since Aajoba passed away. Dollar was a year old. And we were alone at home. There was a guy calling, who simply asked me to put him on the phone. The question was straight forward, probably an old acquaintance who hadn't been in touch. But, somehow I couldn't say a word. I couldn't get myself to tell him that I couldn't put him on the phone. I thought that I had gotten over his passing, but everything came flooding back, and I was reduced to a quivering mess. The only thing I remember is that I was huddled up in a corner, and Dollar coming and sitting beside me and putting his face in my lap, just to let me know he was there. And he never left for a second.

And so, to Dollar, the biggest, craziest softie I've seen, the only guy I've ever laid a big wet one on, and quite possibly, my soulmate, it's a hell of a journey we're on. And i can't believe you're turning 5. Middle aged now, eh? Here's to wishing you some brilliant times ahead ( do try and give me a pup with some girl, will you? - and preferably, another lab - not the strays you only have eyes for) and a very happy 5th birthday!! You are barking mad, and I wouldn't change you for the world!

Leap of Faith!

I got to watching Scrubs again, right from the very start. When it originally aired, I hadn't even started out in Med School. So, back then, it was just another hilarious sitcom. But, watching it again, after so many years and now,being in the exact same situation myself, I can't help but feel as if it's me they're talking about. Every moment of the Pilot has been everything that I've gone through over the past 6 months - it's been a hell of an experience - at times, exhilarating and bitterly disappointing at others.

Life as an intern, as Madhura/Vineet/Varun n co. will attest to ( after having to sit through yet another session of what seems like a never-ending round of me bitching about stuff), isn't always all that great. It's like the 1st day of secondary school all over again. One moment you were top dogs, the next you're knocked down to size. In the hospital scheme of things, we're right at the bottom of the pile, below patients, obviously and maybe, just maybe, above the "obnoxious relatives". In simpler words, Ego.Balloon.Big pin.You get my point.

The one thing that I'll vouch for, and I'm drawing huge parallels with the Pilot here, is that all 4 years of Med School/endless lectures/whatever it is that's supposed to get you "ready" isn't going to help you much. Once you're dropped into the endless stream of patients, as J.D puts it bluntly, you realize "I don't know jack". It's basic instincts then. Fight or flight all over again.

The only way you're sure you'll learn is by practice. And that was a, how shall I put it, somewhat difficult situation for me. Because, right at the very start, I was scared stiff. The truth is, everyone's scared. Most will never admit it. It's not something like litigation that I'm worried about. For me, it's, as it has been for a long time, a great fear of failure. And, by failure, I'm not talking about exams or passing; but to a significant extent, a failure to live up to expectations. Considering that I do well academically, I expect myself to be just as good at the nitty-gritty "manual labour part. And, when I don't get it right the 1st time, or sometimes, even the 2nd or the 3rd, I start to feel it's a pattern/ or that I'm "doomed to fail" at this. Or, at worst, I might give up before I start.And blame everything, from my phenomenally poor motor skills, in part due to the misshapen stubs that I have for fingers. Therein lies the problem. If you don't do, you'll never be good at it. But, if you never try, then you stand no chance of ever doing it and doing it well.

And so, the first few months of the Internship passed away, without significant loss of life or limb, but without me having "achieved" a great deal. There were numerous incidents along the way, including one where I got my fingers stuck in a forceps while performing a venesection -thereby reinforcing my great fear of my own short, stubby digits. Surgery at the start was great, but playing it safe. So, when you consider - an amateurish attempt at assisting an Appy and another time having my fingers up a humongously fat guy's arse trying to what could only be described by an observer as "tearing the bloody thing apart" - as my only "crowning" achievements, you could understand the state I was in going into what was described as the posting that was certain to make us regret every single waking second spent in the hospital.
Obstetrics and Gynaecology as a subject isn't anywhere near the things that I like. And the posting was obviously going to be much, much worse. Going into it, I was just about as confident as a foot soldier in the battle of Helm's Deep, facing an entire army without knowing if there was to be a Gandalf to the rescue...


The first day of Ob-Gyn was something that I don't think I'll be forgetting in a while. It was three of us interns, with all the experience that 2 months of a Surgery posting could ever give, thrown head first into what was clearly a battlefield. It seemed as though every single woman in the place had long since decided that she was going to achieve a lifelong dream of motherhood in those 6 hours in the morning. Now, 8-10 deliveries in 6 hours might not seem a lot at first glance, but trust me, it is, even for a place like Sassoon. So, that was honestly it. Sink or swim. With no time to think, not even to see if you could actually swim. I can't ever be sure how we did get through that, but we did. And when the dust settled, and the cords were cut, and the placentas disposed off, we were still there. Tired as hell, but there all the same.

Why is it so indelibly etched, then? Not just because the stream of oncoming babies literally kicked our collective asses. But, I did realise that I could just about hang on, when it mattered.

Does this seem like the archetypal moment in every single person's life, when you finally break that one barrier holding you back and realize that you are finally on the path that was always meant to be? This wasn't one of them. Not really. Honestly, that happens only in very cliched, cheesy books/ films, or as they say, anything that Chetan Bhagat pens down.

If this was supposed to be one of them , I guess it would've played out with us being instant heroes, saving lives and what not, riding off into the sunset with the rest of the posting merely a blur on our paths to eternal glory.

The posting didn't get any better, and with Pediatrics to follow, that made for the most frustrating three months of my life. The first day wasn't an all-conquering experience, but I guess it geared me up to face the rest of it.

To end this, since I have made numerous references to Scrubs and talked about my hatred for cliches, I guess I'll just be a hypocrite and end with one. A voiceover, then, if you please...

"I guess life isn't really about one single defining moment. You don't really have a flash of enlightenment. What life is lucky enough to do for us is provide a hell of a lot of tests along the way, most of which you don't realize are tests till you've gone through them. When you are faced with what seems like one though, I suppose the best you can do is know you can, rather than think you might not. And take a leap.You might just surprise yourself.
When did I realize I was cut out to be a doctor? Honestly, I'm still not sure. But, with every passing day, I hope I get closer to convincing myself." No, seriously.