All alone with Guru Dutt

The roomie’s gone away to India for a fortnight. Yesterday was my first evening alone in a long time. Celebrated by watching Pyaasa. I love this movie.

The language is a treat to listen to. Hindi, unadulterated by English or by ‘taporiness’. Being a confused Delhi-ite / Madrasi, my Hindi isn’t very good (my Tamil’s worse). I don’t completely understand the bits when the dialogue lapses into Urdu. But it somehow sounds more beautiful this way.

Either the period (1957) is just right, or Guru Dutt is a master of subtlety. There’s little of the melodrama I so dread in old movies. Some of the lines would sound a bit corny had they been in English or Tamil - languages that I am more in touch with, and therefore where I tend to be more judgmental. “Apne shauk ke liye pyaar karti hai aur apne aaram ke liye pyar bechti hai.” In English or Tamil, I’d have laughed at this line, instead of nodding along sagely as I did last night.

Guru Dutt: The hero as a sensitive young man

The story unfolds at a completely leisurely pace. An hour into the movie, I only know that the hero is a struggling poet, with the hint of a failed romance. These days, you feel like you’re watching a kaleidoscope on caffeine. So many facets to so many characters (and these are in the good movies) compressed into the first twenty or so minutes. And this crash course is just the foundation because even more information is going to be dumped on you from then on. All of this is nice. But occasionally, to not do this is also nice. So much less exhausting.

Did people in those times genuinely have a more positive outlook on life? Or were they simply more patient during the bad times? There is no three-point program to improve the sum total of the hero’s happiness in fifty-five minutes. When you make your life that deterministic, the risk of unhappiness only seems to go up. In old movies, characters are content to just drift along. Two hours into this movie, the hero goes from being a homeless, jobless, struggling poet to being an orphaned, alcoholic, loveless, homeless, jobless, struggling poet. I am surprised to realize that am still rooting for the poor sod.

But how can I do anything but? He’s a sensitive young man. Not an angry one. When he sees women being treated badly, he weeps for them. And he prefers communicating through poignant verse, instead of delivering kicks to the solar plexus. He owes his eventual success to someone else, and not in the way award-winners say they owe their success to God or their middle school drama teachers. He really owes this someone.

I’ve made him sound like a weakling, haven’t I? He’s actually stronger than many run of the mill heroes. When you are disillusioned with something, you can force a change in that something (aka the Bachchan route) or you can walk away. Who is the needier of the two? And delivering a philosophical diatribe against society in a mournful song beats any other lead in to a Hindi movie climax, ever.

Mostly, I just like the movie because it has Guru Dutt. I can’t think of any one else who can pull off playing a poet whose nemesis is an evil publishing magnate. Honestly, who makes movies like that in India? I don’t think this is a movie that’s at risk of being remade. Perhaps I shouldn’t tempt the fates. Am not exactly dying to watch a Sanjay Leela Bhansali version of Pyaasa. *shudder!*

For tomorrow, I have Deepa Mehta’s Earth and Rahul Khanna. Next week, I am going to pile on some friends and stay with them for a while. Perhaps I’ll trick them into watching Sahib Biwi Aur Ghulam.

Comments (3 comments)

this was nice. the opening scene with the poem has he looks up at the sky.or even the scene when he meets waheeda rehman - absolute gold. must go re-watch now.

Brown Magic / June 30th, 2006, 11:47 am / #

Thanks Brown Magic. Hope you enjoyed the movie again.

DoZ / July 3rd, 2006, 11:23 pm / #

//The language is a treat to listen to. Hindi, unadulterated by English or by ‘taporiness’.//
Like like same same.
Whenever someone says art is beyond language I search for my thuppaakki. When I can’t understand the lyrics of “Waqt ne kiya” I feel I have like having watched only half the movie.

msp / July 28th, 2006, 9:53 am / #

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