{"id":6739,"date":"2022-11-30T12:26:01","date_gmt":"2022-11-30T06:56:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/learningandcreativity.com\/silhouette\/?p=6739"},"modified":"2022-11-30T18:27:43","modified_gmt":"2022-11-30T12:57:43","slug":"kachchi-hai-umariya-kori-hai-chunariya-passion-comes-of-age","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/learningandcreativity.com\/silhouette\/kachchi-hai-umariya-kori-hai-chunariya-passion-comes-of-age\/","title":{"rendered":"Kachchi Hai Umariya, Kori Hai Chunariya: Passion Comes of Age"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Meena Kumari in Char Dil Char Rahen<\/em><\/p><\/div>\n

She stirs uneasily in her sleep. Her eyes flutter open. There is a stillness in the air and darkness lies heavy on her cottage. The only light is the moonbeam seeping in through the thread-bare walls. But wait, there is a sound, which reaches her. No, not just a sound \u2013 a beat, a thumping pulsating beat which wakes her up from her uneasy slumber. The beat is unyielding, its tempo unforgiving as it begins to possess her being. She must surrender to it.<\/p>\n

Quickly, she pulls her mirror box, wipes her face. A distant way ward flute plays on, goading her. She slips on her bangles, her anklets and a large bindi<\/em> adorns her forehead. With one sweep of her dupatta, she is out in the open where hordes of men and women are already dancing to the drumbeats, chanting Govinda Govinda <\/em>as if intoxicated. She joins the dance and a full throated plea emerges from her parched lips,<\/p>\n

\u0915\u091a\u094d\u091a\u0940 \u0939\u0948 \u0909\u092e\u0930\u093f\u092f\u093e, \u0915\u094b\u0930\u0940 \u0939\u0948 \u091a\u0941\u0928\u0930\u093f\u092f\u093e \u092e\u094b\u0939\u0947 \u092d\u0940 \u0930\u0902\u0917 \u0926\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e,<\/p>\n

\u092e\u094b\u0939\u0947 \u092d\u0940 \u0930\u0902\u0917 \u0926\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e \u092e\u094b\u0930\u0947 \u0938\u091c\u0928\u093e, \u092e\u094b\u0939\u0947 \u092d\u0940 \u0930\u0902\u0917 \u0926\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e<\/p>\n

\u092a\u0917 \u092e\u094b\u0930\u093e \u092c\u0939\u0915\u0947 \u0905\u0902\u0917 \u092e\u094b\u0930\u093e \u0926\u0939\u0915\u0947<\/p>\n

\u0915\u092d\u0940 \u0924\u094b \u0938\u0941\u0927 \u0932\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e, \u0915\u092d\u0940 \u0924\u094b \u0938\u0941\u0927 \u0932\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e \u092e\u094b\u0930\u0947 \u0938\u091c\u0928\u093e, \u0915\u092d\u0940 \u0924\u094b \u0938\u0941\u0927 \u0932\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e |<\/p>\n

There are many outstanding aspects to this song but none more remarkable than the lyrics. This is one of the most erotic, suggestive songs conveying a longing, a burning desire, a call to her mate, but it is couched in such a language that you do not suspect anything at the first hearing, not in a prudist era, when women were not even supposed to admit to such feelings, leave alone express then in public. But the lyricist is a con artist. He has slipped in dynamite but in a box of breadsticks and no one has a clue to the fireworks she is lighting!<\/p>\n

\u0905\u0917\u0928 \u0932\u0917\u093e\u092f\u0947, \u0932\u0917\u0928 \u0932\u0917\u093e\u092f\u0947 \u092f\u0947, \u092e\u0926\u092e\u093e\u0924\u0940 \u0918\u095c\u093f\u092f\u093e\u0901,\u00a0 \u092f\u0947 \u092e\u0926\u092e\u093e\u0924\u0940 \u0918\u095c\u093f\u092f\u093e\u0901 |<\/p>\n

\u0924\u0928 \u092d\u0940 \u0938\u092e\u094d\u092d\u093e\u0932\u093e, \u092e\u0928 \u092d\u0940 \u0938\u092e\u094d\u092d\u093e\u0932\u093e, \u0938\u092e\u094d\u092d\u0932\u0947 \u0928 \u0928\u0948\u0928\u094b\u0902 \u0915\u0940 \u091d\u095c\u093f\u092f\u093e\u0901,<\/p>\n

\u0917\u093e\u092f\u0947\u0902 \u092e\u094b\u0930\u0940 \u0938\u0916\u093f\u092f\u093e\u0901,\u00a0 \u0930\u094b\u092f\u0947 \u092e\u094b\u0930\u0940 \u0905\u0901\u0916\u093f\u092f\u093e\u0901, \u0915\u092d\u0940 \u0924\u094b \u0938\u0941\u0927 \u0932\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e |<\/p>\n

Every word she utters has only one emotion \u2013 desire. But behind the simplistic words, lie meanings are expressed so subtly, which so cleverly, the unsuspecting crowd is left to marvel at the singing, the dancing, while the messenger goes scot-free. Sending a message loud and clear \u2013 only for the chosen one to hear!<\/p>\n

There is more \u2013<\/p>\n

\u0915\u0939 \u092d\u0940 \u0928 \u092a\u093e\u090a\u0901, \u0930\u0939 \u092d\u0940 \u0928 \u092a\u093e\u090a\u0901<\/p>\n

\u092a\u094d\u0930\u0940\u0924 \u0915\u093e \u0926\u0930\u094d\u0926 \u091b\u0941\u092a\u093e\u0915\u0947,<\/p>\n

\u0930\u0902\u0917 \u0930\u0938 \u092c\u0930\u0938\u0947, \u091c\u093f\u092f\u093e \u092e\u094b\u0930\u093e \u0924\u0930\u0938\u0947<\/p>\n

\u0924\u092a\u0928 \u092c\u0941\u091d\u093e \u091c\u093e \u0906 \u0915\u0947 |<\/p>\n

\u091a\u093e\u0939\u0947 \u0915\u094c\u0928 \u0938\u0941\u0916 \u0939\u0948, \u092e\u094b\u0939\u0947 \u0924\u0947\u0930\u093e \u0926\u0941\u0916 \u0939\u0948<\/p>\n

\u0915\u092d\u0940 \u0924\u094b \u0938\u0941\u0927 \u0932\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e, \u0915\u092d\u0940 \u0924\u094b \u0938\u0941\u0927 \u0932\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e |<\/p>\n

And the refrain goes on. I am sure none of the wise men of the moral brigade of those times could really figure out the mayajaal<\/em> that the lady was weaving around them. The delicious skullduggery that was being practiced \u2013 \u0915\u092d\u0940 \u0924\u094b \u0938\u0941\u0927 \u0932\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e must have meant the tiredness after dancing \u2013 \u0915\u094b\u0930\u0940 \u0939\u0948 \u091a\u0941\u0928\u0930\u093f\u092f\u093e\u00a0 \u092e\u094b\u0939\u0947 \u092d\u0940 \u0930\u0902\u0917 \u0926\u0947\u0924\u093e \u091c\u093e must have sounded a Holi celebration. But thank God this gem has slipped out of their clutches and remains shining. Its lustre undimmed!\u00a0 A fabulous example of erotic poetry.<\/p>\n

The lyrics by Sahir are a smouldering hotbed of longing, and Meena Kapoor\u2019s sensuous vocals add fuel to the fire. Meena Kumari goes from a sleepy maiden to a flaming seductress!<\/p>\n

The way the director KA Abbas has filmed this song is riveting. It’s a fabulous picturisation of a woman, who slowly throws away her inhibitions and yields to her urges! Fifty shades of grey are visible in the dusky light and two ladies take this song to a sublime level \u2014\u00a0 Meena Kumari and Meena Kapoor.\u00a0 The eyes, the body language of Meena Kumari, convey longing want and desire so uncharacteristic for an actress who has traditionally shunned these roles. And Meena Kapoor, is a far cry from her soothing \u2013 kuch aur zamana kehta hai<\/em> is breathtaking.<\/p>\n

Watch this song, you will savour it, treasure it and never tire of it!\u00a0This is a lady who speaks her mind and let\u2019s her body do the talking! Atta Girl!<\/p>\n

Kachchi hai umariya<\/strong><\/em> (Chaar Dil Chaar Rahein, <\/em>1959) Anil Biswas \/ Sahir Ludhianvi \/ Meena Kapoor (The song begins at 1:36:37)<\/span><\/p>\n