BIBI AUR GHULAM
(Master, Wife, and Servant, Hindi, 1962, 154 minutes)
Directed by Abrar Alvi
Produced by Guru Dutt
Based on a novel by Bimal Mirta; Dialogues: Abrar Alvi; Music: Hemant Kumar; Lyrics: Shakeel Badayuni; Cinematography: V. K. Murthy
Although credited to longtime Dutt collaborator Abrar Alvi, this haunting masterpiece is unmistakably Guru Dutt: a chiaroscuro meditation on time, memory, and social and personal injustice in the great tradition of PYAASA and KAGHAZ KE PHOOL. Unlike those two films, however, this ones central figure is a woman, and Dutts own character, Bhootnath (Lord of Phantoms, an epithet of Shiva that is especially appropriate here), is less a conquering (or conquered) hero than a mute and helpless witness to her tragedy. As always in a Dutt film, that individual tragedy has far wider ramifications.
Told in flashback
as the memory of an engineer who is supervising the demolition of a once-stately
Calcutta haveli (mansion) belonging to the old landed aristocracy of
Bengal, the plot moves along two counterposed trajectories: one traces the rise
of Bhootnath, a naïve but educated villager who comes to Calcutta to seek
his fortune and gradually acquires training, self-confidence, and even love,
to eventually attain a comfortable middle class status indeed to become
the supervising engineer of the frame narrative. The other storyline follows
the decline of the Chaudhury family in whose mansion Bhootnath first found shelter
the mansion he will eventually see destroyed, but which he remembers
in all its splendor, bustle, and periodic outbursts of cruelty. Its presiding
males, two brothers who occupy themselves with such traditional aristocratic
pursuits as pigeon-keeping, elaborate marriages of pet cats, and
drunken nights in high-class brothels, regularly abuse their tenants, servants,
and wives. The intersection of these two narratives is one of the latter, the
beautiful Choti Bahu (the young daughter-in-law unforgettably
portrayed by Meena Kumari) who is not like the other wives in the
family and who, during her nightly abandonment by her whoring husband, sings
of her longing (Piyaa, chale aao Beloved, come back),
and eventually confides in Bhootnath, drawing him into her misery and her still-cherished
Helped by a
schoolteacher friend who has been in the city for some time (and who, we later
learn in a weakly-developed subplot, has a double life as an anti-British terrorist),
Bhootnath finds employment in the Mohini Sindoor Factory, which
manufactures the auspicious vermillion powder (sindur) that married women
apply to the part of their hair to affirm their suhaag or protection
by a living husband. There he quickly earns the trust of Mr. Suvinay, the factorys
owner, and a member of the Hindu reformist sect Brahmo Samaj (which was influenced
by Protestant ideology and which sought to purify Hinduism of superstition,
idolatry, and customs such as sati or widow immolation).
Suvinays drawing room, with its upright piano, lace curtains, and puranic
figurines in European porcelain, is a plausible encapsulation of bourgeois Brahmo
syncretism, as is the dress of his daughter Jabba (Waheeda Rehman) a
white sari worn over a long-sleeved bodice, to which it is pinned with a cameo-brooch.
Yet this prim progressivism is evidently not stifling for women, for Jabba,
though clearly an adoring daughter, is also a spirited girl who knows her own
mind. She likes Bhootnath from the start, flirts openly with him, and eventually
squelches a planned marriage to the son of one of her fathers Brahmo cohorts.
The chemistry between Dutt (who actually looks younger here than in the earlier
PYAASA) and the vivacious Rehman is palpable the two were allegedly lovers
at the time but their characters union is repeatedly and significantly
deferred to allow the film to explore other themes.
The sunny parlors of middle-class progressivism are contrasted to the dark, confining interior rooms of the haveli, to which Choti Bahu repeatedly summons Bhootnath. What at first appears as an attempted seduction a love-starved housewife noticing a strapping new boarder in one of the outbuildings and calling him secretly to her boudoir is revealed as a touching and pathetic attempt to win back her husbands affection by securing a tin of Mohini Sindoor. When this fails, the lonely wife turns to more desperate measures, and begins a downward spiral into depression and alcoholism that viewers, like Bhootnath himself, can only watch in helpless sorrow. After the sindoor factory closes and Suvinay dies, Bhootnath receives a breakthrough job supervising an engineering project that takes him away from the city for a lengthy period. He returns to find the Chaudhury estate a shambles due to the brothers unwise investment in a coal mining scam, but the occupants still lost in their fantasy world of refined and decadent pursuits. In this decaying world, only Choti Bahu still clings to a hope for redemption, and enlists Bhootnaths help in a last, doomed effort to save her now-paralyzed husband and restore the family fortune.
discourse in India was much preoccupied with what was termed the woman
question a critique of the treatment of women in Indian society
that was voiced both by British officials and Indian reformers; for the former,
it reinforced the argument against Indian readiness for self-rule. The effect
of Katherine Mayos journalistic exposé Mother India (1927),
which luridly articulated this argument and became a bestseller in England and
the United States, led to defensive nationalist rejoinders that still echoed
in the post-Independence period indeed, in the epic film MOTHER INDIA
(1957), which deliberately hijacked Mayos title in the service of its
paean to the glories of Hindu motherhood, self-sacrifice, and fiercely-maintained
chastity. Dutts approach to the subject is, as usual, rather different.
His potential model of the New Woman is not a rustic husband-worshiping pativrataa,
but the educated and independent-minded Jabba, who emerges from the shadows
of sorrow over her fathers death and separation from her beloved (exquisitely
picturised in the song Meri baat rahi mere man men My unspoken
words lie sealed in my heart in which the lighting on Jabba repeatedly
fades from day to night) to seek and ultimately find a companionate marriage
to the man she loves. Yet her radiant fortune is overshadowed by the fate of
Choti Bahu, shockingly revealed in the films final moments, which confirm
that the latter was indeed its central figure.
The schizophrenic division to which upper-class women were so often subjected into respectable wives whose job was to produce male heirs and uphold family honor, but who received little education, were largely confined to the inner household, and were not regarded as entertaining or glamorous companions, and courtesans who (at their best) were highly sophisticated career-women and artists who moved about freely, but who were denied social respectability and the long-term security of marriage is bluntly articulated, in two scenes, by Choti Bahus husband as he prepares to depart for his favorite brothel. The psychological violence wrought by this division has been explored, from the supposed point of view of the tawayaf or courtesan, in a number of famous films (cf. PAKEEZAH, UMRAO JAAN). In SAHIB BIBI AUR GHULAM, however, the kotha (brothel) scenes are confined to brilliantly choreographed set pieces (such as the memorable song Saqiyaa, aaj mujhe nind nahin aaegi Friend, tonight I shall not sleep), and the inner lives of the public women are never explored. But in Choti Bahu, Dutt and his writers offer us a complex character who is vainly trying, within the cage of decaying patriarchal gentility, to overcome this divide. Not content to (as her husband tells her) Do as the other daughters-in-law do: acquire jewelry, sleep, play games, Choti Bahu fiercely pursues her ideal of loving companionship by seeking to be everything to her husband pious wife, emotional confidante, and playful mistress repeatedly humiliating herself in the process. Though we want her to find the love and understanding she so desperately seeks, her ultimate failure seems less a critique of her effort than of the corrupt and brutal male world in which she is trapped. At films end, Bhootnaths hard-won bourgeois life remains irrevocably haunted by her beauty, idealism, and anguish.
As a story about the decline of the old landed zamindari families of Bengal, Guru Dutt's film explores, using the great director's preferred idiom of popular and surrealist cinema, some of the same themes that had been the subject of Satyajit Ray's realist artfilm JALSAGHAR ("The Music Room," 1958). Though Ray's film is likewise a powerful achievement, Guru Dutt's uses the brilliant score of Kumar and Badayuni and the matchless b/w cinematography of V. K. Murthy (extraordinarily displayed, for example, in the courtesan dance sequence noted above, in which a brightly-lit soloist pirouettes in front of a shadowed ensemble and against a backdrop of gleaming neoclassical nudes a dazzling display of revealed and concealed femininity, that alternates with the leering gaze of the patron) to produce, to my mind, an even more complex and disturbing film about social decay and social change.
[The Digital Entertainment Incorporated (DEI) DVD of SAHIB BIBI AUR GHULAM is of variable but generally good qualityfar superior to the Yashraj Films DVDs of PYAASA and KAAGAZ KE PHOOLand offers good subtitles for both dialogue and songs.]
Nasreen Munni Kabir, Guru Dutt: a life in cinema (Delhi and New
York: Oxford University Press, 1996). This sensitive tribute to Guru Dutt contains
a fascinating chapter on Sahib Bibi aur Ghulam, including the reminiscences
of several close associates of the director.
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