Crooning away to hammy songs, exemplifying patriarchal and misogynist perspectives imbued with a tweaked approach, the singers of this millennium often end up being the maverick whom the party busters would like to take after. In an attempt at limning snippets which would entice and unleash an unbridled titillation, these post-modern maestros are often seen tripping the light fantastic toe amidst luscious girls.
Reading into the pervading cult, one might end up concluding that a song ends up becoming a hit, less due to the music but more due to the ingredients it portrays. For instance, Honey Singh’s Chaar bottle Vodka, has nothing to do with music or lyrical ingenuity. The ceaseless focus on vodka and the character’s penchant for a hangover is everything that the song has to serve on a platter.
Cracking down upon the newfangled fetish for party songs- that renders a monochromatic definition of partying where in crumby and sleazy numbers reverberate cubicles exclusively earmarked for eccentric people who think taking to binge drinking and humming to flimsy songs would let them off the surging humdrum and fetch them the state of Nirvana- All India Bakchod brings forth a rib-tickling video, taking a dig at the seamy item numbers.
“same old party song…cliched party song…same old shit let’s sing along..”- AIB party song
AIB’s party song lampoons the fad at the very beginning of it, with Irfan Khan chipping in a colloquial take on the new-donned culture. Letting loose his swag, he puts up his take on Bollywood party songs, ” Nangi Ladkiya dekho…sharab warab pheko..” At the very first attempt at discerning his notion one might be left stupefied at his eccentricity and daft remark, but if mulled over for a considerable stint one might get an inkling of the nuances of his views.
With a series of cases plaguing the tenets of equality and popularizing the cult of catcalling in India, we, the citizenry of a civilized society have often tried to scuttle the pervading misogyny and deconstruction of art forms like movies or music. However, despite our growing disenchantment, we often end up attuning to the popular cult.
Further, while paging through the recent trend, one might be taken aback at the recent dabangification of film-making. A legion of post-modern filmmakers in India have taken to a ready-made formula wherein a song turns out to be the trump card fixating the destiny of the movie.
Films like- Student of the year, Boss, Chennai Express, Yaariyan, Ragini MMS, Shaukeen etc illustrate the tenets of the trick thus fleshing out the nuances of the coveted trick–which is filming a flamboyant number that would bear everything except for artistry and lyrical acumen.
Keeping aside the brouhaha raveled out by the video, one requires to have a more nuanced stance on the new found cult. It would be an abrupt inference to hold the permeating party culture as the sole reason propelling a demented social construct, but at the same time party songs have in a way deconstructed the artistic eccentricity a filmmaker requires to wield. Therefore, even though it might be an affordable trick to garner money, one mustn’t be tricked by its fallacy which might end up impeding ones artistic prowess.
Every community has its own viewpoint on a social issue. That usually varies with the time. What was considered too outrageous some thirty years ago is pretty normal now. Why? Then it calls for a serious introspection vis-a-vis the social changes, and our acceptance of lot many things. Well, we love to consume now anything which is seemingly mouth-watering, even though they may cause social indigestion and spiritual anaemia.
No wonder the almost entire educated world condemned the ‘Karni Sena’ or Rajput community because they vehemently resisted a Bollywood film on Padmaavat. These puritan Rajput folks felt sorely upset because they consider their beloved queen Padmavati in the cinematic screen very sacrilegious. For ages, the queen of Mewar has been held in high esteem, more precisely, as the “paramount pride” of the Rajput, apart from others in the country. What rubbed salt in their wound was when the Supreme Court finally upheld the ‘freedom of expression’ and issued a decree that all states’ governments should ensure the screening of the Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s film in their respective cinema halls. It seems the judicatory has almost lost its human perspective by paving way for the evil to raise its ugly head. As expected, this triggered a series of backlashes. The Rajputs lost their sanity. They went on a rampage. They vandalized the public properties, burn a vehicle, pelted stones at a school bus, which was very uncalled for and inhumane too. Yes, historical records also caution us – ‘the fury of inferno and fury of crowds could always be disastrous’ — which our honourable judges fail to analyse and take the decision sensibly. Who will disagree, when the cherished “pride” is hurt the crowds go crazy!
Phew, freedoms of expression and flagrant entertainment at the cost of the social chaos? Is a “fleeting sense pleasure” of Bollywood films more important than the social harmony and peace? This is the height of foolishness. How did our judges earn the academic degrees that they miss to understand the language of humanity? Needless to say, our advanced folks are often heedless to the hostile consequences that could arise due to the clashes of opinions and belief systems and basic human values and ethics. Should the educated and leaders in power not strive to create the atmosphere to strengthen the bond of relationship with those we have been living with for centuries?
I am afraid, these days most the educated believe that it’s no big deal even if the sharp edge of “mutual antagonism” punctures the social fabric. If any controversial issue, we make it legally justified overnight. Our motive is so narrow, our desire so self-centred. We brutally claim that no one has right to disturb our enjoyment of fun and frolic, be it at the cost the values and belief system of our fellow brothers. This is how we refuge to forgo any short-lived entertainment. In order to meet this ‘demand and supply’, we have a swarm of our skillfully crafty people who churn out a whole lot of titillating cinemas, even by inviting the voluptuous stars from Canada and USA and serve them to us hot. The endless smutty acts of Sunny Leone have long brought millions into the gutter of pornography. Its adverse effect will be more visible after five to ten years from now. But against such depravity we are silent. If ever any protest from any front we will cry to the hilt in their defence. Who else can defeat us? Our defensive vocabulary has been well enriched by the ‘freedom of expression’. We have at our disposal the invincible media and techno academia to bang the table!
Look at how we came out victorious. The film ‘Padmaavat’ got released. And, we all have enjoyed the despotic invader being glamorized here, and many of us have now been applauding this “brutal playboy” through our write-ups. This is how we justify anything outrageous and feel like we are the modern times Khilji!
Now let’s get down to the reality of the matter. At least with a little humane sensibility! Do any of our elites like to be “reminded” about anything ugly concerning their parents/ancestors or ones they hold in high esteem? Does it not upset any children if they would be “reminded” that their father was once very boisterous drunkard and gambler, and the mother was slyly chased after by a number of next door neighbours? Do these children then appreciate if any opportunistic person makes a film on that? I don’t think the children will ever tolerate which “remind” them of “past sleaze”.
Then how could we expect the Rajputs or others to tolerate to be “reminded”, most particularly, through the big-screen, that their “mother of pride” Padmavati was once “madly lusted after” by a lecherous Khilji? How could they endure to be haunted again that their “paragon of virtue and pride” was once about to be amorously desecrated by the over sensual invader from far off land? Could we forget the film PK where Lord Shiva was apparently insulted? Can a self-righteous director Rajkumar Hirani think of making a film denigrating his father and mother in the same manner?
Yes, one’s prudence says, that our mind has been heavily “invaded” now by a whole lot of brutally lustful khiljis. And as a result of which we have only been becoming less accommodating, and more hurtful to others and human values. Even the Judiciary courts come forward to support all such wanton Khiljis. (Mahesh Bhatt, R. Hirani, Pooja Bhatt, Sunny Leone…).
Anyway, lastly, one wishes — may the sacrificial Jauhar of brave Padmavati never fail to inspire the Rajputs and us. At least to uphold the spirit of righteous courage and values and save ourselves from the evil of the modern times playboys.