Song 11: 25 Mar 2013
And then ever once in a while someone came along who shook up your being with a new found energy and verve. You were filled with hope and anticipation. You wanted to forget the past and move on to a better tomorrow. A mere brush of such people was enough to charge each pore in your body with optimism and courage and thrill. The dusty layers of complacence and self-pity were wiped away in a few moments of abandon. You found your lost bounce and bouyancy. You found a new direction, a new meaning in life. The club crooner was the mistress of make-believe. The seductress of celluloid dreams. Everything around her was larger than life. Everything glittered and swayed in perfect rhythm and synchronicity.
The hero forgot the simpering, sobbing heroine for a while with ease. He spent a few moments of forgetful weightlessness in the club crooner’s arms. He was under a spell, in a trance. He danced and sang as if there was no tomorrow. But little did he know that he was as much of a comfort to her, as she to him. Asha Bhosle pumps that enchanting quality into this song written by Shailendra and composed by Shankar Jaikishan that almost defined Nadira, the very westernised Jewish beauty who never forgave Raj Kapoor for typecasting her in a so called ‘negative’ role. If only she knew how the lines have blurred and any leading lady today would love to play the shades of grey she portrayed. And what would these classic waltzes be without the posse of pretty Anglo-Indian girls who provided such a beautiful flavour and ambience to the ethereal setting.
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