‘The Belief That Bollywood Was Always Secular is a Comforting Myth’

Avinash Das, director of several acclaimed movies, says communal narratives in Bollywood existed earlier too but now they are incentivised, patronised. His views:

Renowned music composer AR Rahman has been in news for his comments on changing power structure and a ‘communal bias’ in Bollywood. In my opinion, his statement needs to be read less as an individual opinion and more as a symptom of a larger cultural anxiety. When someone of Rahman’s stature speaks cautiously or ambiguously, it is not necessarily an ideological confusion; it is a reflection of the narrowing space available to public figures today.

In highly polarised environments, silence is not neutrality. It is often enforced.

What we are witnessing in contemporary times is not just the fear of backlash, but the fear of being algorithmically punished, economically isolated, or culturally erased. The market, the state, and a certain dominant section of public sentiment now work in tandem. This convergence leaves very little room for moral clarity.

As a filmmaker, I see this as a dangerous pattern and phenomenon. Authentic art thrives on dissent and discomfort. When even the most respected artists begin to self-censor, it signals a deeper structural problem — not an individual failure of courage.

The idea that Bollywood was always fully secular is itself a comforting myth. It was plural, yes. But pluralism is not the same as secularism. What has changed today is not ideology alone, but the power structure that governs storytelling.

Earlier, communal narratives existed at the margins. Today, they are incentivised. Patronised.

Films that simplify history into moral binaries are rewarded with visibility, protection, and amplification. Indeed, this is not simply a case of organic cultural expression. It is the relentless process of wilfully ‘manufacturing consent’ through cinema.

When storytelling starts aligning more with power than the lived reality, communalisation becomes inevitable. The danger is not that Bollywood is becoming communal. The danger is that it is being trained to see communal narratives as safe, profitable, and “nationalist”.

Yes, the industry is loaded, but not in a crude or conspiratorial way. It is loaded structurally.

Das with a poster of his directorial debut ‘Anaarkali of Aarah’

Meaningful cinema requires time, risk, and ambiguity. The current ecosystem discourages all three. Financing is tied to optics. Distribution is tied to political mood. Exhibition is tied to outrageous economics.

Films like The Kerala Story succeed not because of ideology, but because they fit perfectly into a system that rewards provocation and polarisation, over creative and critical inquiry. Meanwhile, filmmakers who once made layered, aesthetic and morally complex films, are pushed into silence or compromise. Not because they lack ideas, but because the cost of honesty has become unsustainably high.

This is how censorship (invisible or otherwise) works in modern democracies. You don’t ban films. You make certain kinds of films impossible to make.

So what is the best way for the film industry in the future?

Surely, the future of the industry does not lie in appeasement or neutrality. Both are illusions. It lies in decentralisation.

Bombay cinema needs to unlearn its dependence on validation from power, whether political or corporate. Smaller budgets, independent distribution, regional collaborations, and direct audience engagement are not romantic ideals anymore. They are survival strategies.

Most importantly, filmmakers need to reclaim ethical clarity. Not slogans, not propaganda, but intellectual honesty. Cinema does not need to shout. It needs to insist. On complexity. On contradictions. On human truth.

If the industry forgets this idea of realism, it will continue to exist, but it will end up becoming futile. Finally, it will simply not matter.

(The narrator began his career as a journalist, working in both print and television, and transitioned into the world of cinema. His directorial works include Anaarkali of Aarah, Runaway Lugaai, Raat Baaki Hai and In Galiyon Mein among others)

As told to Amit Sengupta

Rahman Was Sidelined Because He Chose Modernity Over Melody

Music composer AR Rahman is in news these days for wrong reasons. The Oscar-winning music director is reported to have stated in an interview to the BBC Asian Network that his work in the Hindi film industry has slowed down in recent years, which he attributes to a shift in power dynamics over the last eight years and, possibly, to a subtle communal bias that he does not directly encounter.

This raised a huge hue and cry, and Rahman quickly came out with a statement which expresses gratitude to India and reaffirms his commitment to creating music that, in his words, “honours the past, celebrates the present and inspires the future.” He has also made, what is being interpreted as ‘politically correct’ remarks, of having performed “in front of the Honourable Prime Minister and the honour of scoring Ramayana alongside Hans Zimmer.”

For the most the discussion on Rahman’s action could end with this clarification. However, this should also call fo an unbiased analysis of the composer’s claim to virtuosity. A music award, even if its Oscar or Grammy, at best is a certificate but certainly not an inevitability of virtuosity.

Beyond the political interpretations of his statement lies a deeper and far more significant conversation. What does Rahman’s legacy actually mean for Indian film music? Core artistic question whether his approach to music, particularly his heavy reliance on technology, enriched or impoverished the melodic traditions of Indian cinema.

To many, Ilaiyaraaja and MM Kreem (MM Keeravani) are any day more melodious and enchanting composers from down South than AR Rahman ever could be. Ilaiyaraaja and Kreem built their music around classical Indian scales, folk motifs, and live orchestration. Their compositions breathed, every violin, flute, and mridangam carried emotional weight. The orchestra was the protagonist.

Ilaiyaraaja, in particular, mastered the art of blending Western harmony with Indian ragas without allowing technology to dominate. His melodies lingered in the listener’s heart long after the film ended. Even his complex symphonic arrangements never overwhelmed the core tune. Similarly, Kreem’s music from Sur to Baahubali demonstrated that grandeur could coexist with melody, devotion, and simplicity.

The Oscar winning composer broke on the Hindi film industry scene with Roja, a 1992 terrorism story placed in Jammu and Kashmir. The film had catchy songs, fresh, slick, and modern but their brilliance lay less in traditional melody and more in sound design, orchestration, and digital layering.

Rahman did not merely compose tunes, he engineered soundscapes. He was rightly felicitated more for the technology used in delivering the melody than the melody itself. Technology sustained him, he commanded a market, Rahman’s music dazzled with synthesizers, drum machines, digital effects, and multi-layered production.

However, with time, the emotional directness of melody started to recede behind technical spectacle but not many cared. Directors got lured, even a Shyam Benegal could not resist hiring him for Zubeiddaa for his longtime composer Vanraj Bhatia. This despite Bhatia having given extra-ordinary compositions with Sardari Begum.

Vanraj Bhatia, who had composed hauntingly minimalist and deeply evocative music for Sardari Begum and many other films of Benegal, represented a dying breed of composers who trusted silence, simplicity, and live instrumentation. Rahman, by contrast, represented the new age of glossy, digitised cinema.

While Zubeidaa’s music was aesthetically pleasing, one cannot escape the feeling that Bhatia’s austere, classical sensibility would have been more thematically appropriate. Rahman’s lush arrangements, though beautiful, softened the film’s raw emotional texture.

His Oscar win for Slumdog Millionaire, celebrated Rahman’s global appeal but not his rootedness in Indian musical traditions. The film’s soundtrack was universally accessible, but far removed from the classical or folk idioms that shaped Indian music for centuries.

Rahman may have got venereable Gulzar the Oscar tag for having written the lyrics of the award winning composition but it was always Vishal Bhardwaj (and Rahul Dev Burman before him) who gave soul to poet-filmmaker’s cinematic and poetic compositions. Films like Maachis, Omkara, Maqbool, and Haider carried a musical soul that felt organic, earthy, and deeply Indian, something which came to be missing in Rahman’s later, more internationally tailored work.

Today, as Rahman reflects on his place in the industry, perhaps the deeper question is not whether Bollywood sidelined him, but whether he himself, in his quest for modernity, distanced Indian film music from its own heart. Composers like Ilaiyaraaja, Kreem and Vishal Bhardwaj proved that one could be innovative without sacrificing melody. They showed that technology should serve music, not dominate it.

Rahman tipped the balance too far toward technology. The natural melody of the orchestra, the soul of Indian cinema gradually gave way to programmed perfection. Emotional spontaneity was replaced by studio precision. Rahman, for all his brilliance, often let technology take the lead.

As Indian cinema continues to evolve, this melody versus technology debate remains relevant. The future of film music must balance innovation with tradition, ensuring that orchestras do not become museum relics, and that melody does not become a casualty of modernity.

Rahman’s legacy, therefore, is neither purely celebratory nor dismissive. It is complex, contradictory, and worthy of serious, unbiased reflection beyond politics, beyond awards, and beyond celebrity.

(Sidharth Mishra is an author, academician and president of the Centre for Reforms, Development & Justice)

Mohammed Rafi – Baiju Bawra of Bollywood

If artificial intelligence (AI) can resurrect the voice of the dead, one voice that India deserves is that of Mohammed Rafi. Arguably though, but besides its mellifluousness, it carries a message that is direly needed today. Generations have heard this voice saying: Awaaz do hum ek hain and also Tu Hindu banega na Musalmaan banega, Insaan ki aulad hai, insaan banega.”

Prime Minister Narendra Modi did well to remember Raj Kapoor, Rafi, Akkineni Nageswara Rao (ANR), and Tapan Sinha—all centenarians in 2024. All were voices of an independent India emerging from colonial rule, collectively and individually, who used cinema to convey these very messages.

Of them, Rafi was only a crooner who sang lines written and composed, even lip-synced on the screen by others. Yet, his voice, even as it continues to enthral 45 years after it went silent, and its legacy carries a universal message. Take his song of the 1960s sung in English: Although we hail from different lands, We share one earth and sky and sun, Remember friends the world is one.

When his first wife, whose parents were victims of the Partition holocaust, migrated to Pakistan, Rafi, unlike Noorjehan, Khurshed, GM Durrani and others, chose to remain and work in India and remarried. He was to sing, Mat poochh mera hai kaun vatan aur main kahaan ka hoon, Saara jahaan hai mera, main saarey jahaan ka hoon. (Mr India-1961).

My only ‘live’ listening to him, as a child in the 1950s, was during the Durga Puja festivities. Only later as a grown-up I learnt that his rendering of Man tarapat Hari darshan ko aaj and O duniya ke rakhwale (Baiju Bawra-1952) was amidst a debate wherein the Hindustani Classical exponents of the day were reluctant to acknowledge this prowess of a ‘filmy’ singer.

There was another side to the debate. These songs in obeisance of the Hindu deities were written by Shakeel Badayuni, composed by Naushad Ali and sung by Rafi, all Muslims. That inclusive ethos, by and large, remains Indian cinema’s hallmark.

All of Rafi’s contemporaries and competitors were versatile. But he was, arguably again, the foremost. From a frustrated prince to a boisterous tongawala, he sang romantic songs, bhajans, qawwalis, comic numbers, ghazals, semi-classical compositions, laments, a drunk hero, of separation, heartbreaks, renunciation and patriotic anthems with comparable gusto and dexterity. One doubts if such a range of emotions is evident in present-day writing and singing.

After Mukesh’s hits in Andaz (1949), he became Dilip Kumar’s almost ‘permanent’ voice. Of the 145 songs he sang under Naushad’s baton, 81 of them solo, many were lip-synced by Kumar. He crooned for Raj Kapoor in early films before Mukesh took over. He took over from Manna Dey, Talat Mahmood and Mukesh to sing for Dev Anand with Kishore Kumar, till the latter raced ahead. In the 1965 classic Guide, where Kishore sang the iconic Gaata rahe mera dil“, Rafi’s Tere mere sapne, Din dhal jaye and Kya se kya ho gaya held its ground firmly. His Teen Deviyan songs for Anand are a personal favourite even today.

Among his competitors, Manna De was famous for folk and classical songs, Mukesh for the melancholic ones, Kishore for the comic and the boisterous, and Talat Mahmood for soft ghazals, but Rafi sang all these types and more.

Yet, he was fallible before the market forces. Kishore Kumar emerged as the winner after the release of Aradhana (1969). Taking in the broader picture, this marked the advent of Rajesh Khanna and Amitabh Bachchan and the beginning of the Rafi-constant Dilip Kumar’s gradual fade-out. Rafi scaled back the heights though after a long hiatus.

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His forte lay in imagining how the actor would ‘sing’ his song. This helped him pack pathos for Dilip Kumar, Guru Dutt or Rajendra Kumar, give a romantic lilt to Dharmendra or Manoj Kumar songs and a raunchy-high pitch ‘Yahoo’ for Shammi Kapoor. He reflected the anguish of Balraj Sahni, a father receiving his dead son’s body (Aman-1967).

His was a paradox of private calm and public celebrity status. The perennially composed Rafi would turn naughty on the stage. Bikini-clad girls paraded as he belted Badan pe sitare lapetey huwe (Prince-1969).

He was immensely popular. On a tour of the Caribbean, when he was about to leave after finishing his assignment, his admirers surrounded the aircraft he was about to board and forced him to stay back and sing to them.

Javed Akhtar recounts his ease and confidence while singing. Greeted by visitors through the recording room window, in between two antaraas (stanzas), he moved away to sip water, greeted them with a smile and an aadaab, returned to the microphone and resumed singing.

He was modest to a fault. When fans thrust autograph books at him in his early years, he would ask an accomplice, “What do they want?”

Between 1945 when he began at 17, and 1980, the year he passed away, he recorded songs for over a thousand Hindi films and in a dozen Indian languages and dialects, though primarily in Urdu and Punjabi. Besides, he sang in Persian, Creole, Arabic, Sinhala and Dutch.

The number of songs he rendered is a matter of contention. A biographer puts it at 4,500. Other records say 7,000. To the Guinness Book of Records, he claimed it was more than Lata Mangeshkar. The global record-keeper has credited her with singing “at least 25,000” songs. Rafi was unhappy when it refused to consider his claim and said so to the BBC during an interview.

A motivated and ill-informed criticism of his getting only a Padmashri, when Lata got Bharat Ratna in 2001, has lingered. The timeline says Rafi died at 55, with his career snapped in 1980, while Lata performed for over six decades, till 2009.

Since the two dominated Bollywood’s playback singing scene for many years, a clash was inevitable. Perhaps, Lata was more business-savvy and wanted the producers to pay more royalty. Rafi, happy receiving the money he contracted, did not support her. He argued that the producer/ investor who fulfilled the royalty condition also ran high financial risk. The two did not sing together for a period and the industry suffered the clash of giants, till Jaikishan of the Shankar-Jaikishan duo worked out a compromise.

Rafi received six Filmfare Awards and one National Film Award, besides being adjudged “Singer of the Millennium” and numerous other honours. But they do not fully cover his prowess and contribution.

To end with the hope of the return of his AI-generated voice, the appropriate song, perhaps, would be the Samjhauta (1973) song: Badi dur sey aye hain, Pyar ka tohfa laaye hain.

Sahir – The Poet Of The Underdog

“Zulm phir zulm hai, badhta hai toh mitt jaata hai” (Atrocities are what they are, when they increase, they get obliterated)

When farmers engaged in the ongoing agitation around Delhi and their supporters passionately recite Sahir Ludhianvi, one realises that the man who modestly called himself pal-do pal ka shayar lives on. He remains relevant, a century after his birth (March 8, 1921) and four decades after his death.

For a landlord’s son who shunned riches to stay with his mother, Sahir felt close to the farmer crushed by debt. He lives on because his heart ached for the commoner, like the soldier gone to fight someone else’s war, the woman forced to sell her body, the youth frustrated by unemployment or the family living on the street.

He was different from his contemporaries in that he did not praise Khuda (God), Husn (beauty) or Jaam (wine). Instead, he wrote bitter, sensitive lyrics about the declining values of society; the senselessness of war and politics. His sorrow-filled love songs conveyed that there were starker realities. He was the “bard for the underdog”.

This tribute, by one who knows neither Urdu nor poetry, is but a selection of Sahir’s lyrics in films, his times when people also applauded Majrooh Sultanpuri, Kaifi Azmi and many others. A certain commonality of ideas they espoused through lyrics marked the Indian cinema’s “golden age”. It was also the golden age of its content, even if the films were slow-moving, simplistic in characterisation and repetitive.

Sahir’s poetry was influenced by Faiz Ahmed Faiz and like Faiz, Sahir gave Urdu poetry an intellectual element that caught the imagination of the youth of the last century. They felt he reflected their feelings.

He was controversial. He insisted on charging a rupee more than Lata Mangeshkar, the reigning singing star. An internationalist, he was critical of the Indian approach. According to Gautam Kaul, writer/researcher on cinema, Sahir is the only poet who got the goat of those who profess to remove poverty. During the Emergency (1975-77), his songs included in the film Phir Subhah Hogi (1958) were given a fresh review and one song was banned: “Cheen-O Arab hamara, Hindustan hamara, Rehne ko ghar nahi hai, Sara jahan hamara.”

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The relevance of Sahir’s contribution lies in his vision of universal brotherhood, of a syncretic India, where people of all faiths live in harmony as depicted in mandiron mein shankh bajey, masjidon mein ho azaan (Mujhe Jeene Do) and Tu Hindu banega na Muslamaan banega, insan ki aulad hai, insan banega (Dhool Ka Phool)

To be sure, these thoughts were always difficult to visualise and practice in reality, even as they inspired when disseminated through the most popular medium of mass entertainment. In the new century, it promises to be more difficult for a number of reasons.

For one, there is less of that sensitivity needed to understand and appreciate Sahir’s words and his message. Urdu or Hindustani is enmeshed between shudh Hindi and the urbanised Anglicization. There is less of that tehzeeb that inculcated love of the language and of poetry. Frankly, there was time at hand to relax and to brood. It is lacking in the technology-driven lives we live.

Then, change in the public discourse has resolutely pushed “us versus them” political culture. It has permeated to the social plane as well. Bollywood, for all its flaws, has been a secular oasis with its unique ethos. It has been targeted, precisely for this reason, in the recent years. This has seriously damaged the content and philosophy of an inclusive society that has shaped “the idea of India.”

In the new century, the Hindi cinema is arguably less romantic. The protagonist is more worried about his livelihood (rozi-roti). Good guy is passe. The one looking to make a quick buck through means fair and foul is the hero. He/she has become city-oriented chasing, not romantic ideas or angst against the tormentor, hurtling towards material gains, always in the fast-forward mode.

The present times have ended the socialist ideals espoused by Sahir and other ‘progressives’. One who controls and multiplies money (Yeh mehlon mein baithe huwe qatil, yeh lootere) is now the job-giver and benefactor, even if he torments and exploits. Once distrusted, even maligned in literature and cinema, and at the best, seen as a necessarily evil, he now calls all the shots – political, social and of course, economic. That change came with the 1990s. Remember, Dil Chahta Hai’s ‘Hum hain naye, andaaz kyun ho purana’ that came 20 years after Sahir was gone?

This change in the way the society looks at the capitalist was inevitable. The agitator for equality in the society, and certainly the poet who spun ideas to inspire the agitator, have lost their clout with global changes. One wonders if Sahir and others like him would have continued writing at all.

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Post-Sahir, some like Gulzar and Javed Akhtar are very much into good poetry, but have had to lead the change in content and philosophy. Fact remains that in this era of fast music created by electronic instruments, with cinematic pursuit extended to television and the digital platforms, the demand-and-supply is so huge that quality suffers. Lyric is not every viewer’s cup of tea and occasionally if not often, it takes the absurd form of ‘jab tak rahega samosa mein aaloo’.

Old lyrics, and the yearning for old and meaningful has made nostalgia a big business. Music is on the internet and with songs digitized, heard more smoothly and widely than ever before. This has prompted books and music albums on Sahir and poets of his era. The generations that grew up on his lyrics have time and money to spend on re-living their youth. Sections of the young also appreciate good verse and melody.

Biopics of the famous were Bollywood’s flavour till the lockdown caused by Covid-19 was imposed. That pursuit has resumed. One reads sketchy reports of more than one film being made on Sahir that, it is claimed, are based on books written after research. One of them, by Akshay Manwani, discusses his songs and poems through the context of his life and the legacy that he has left behind. It is written with perspectives from luminaries, including Dev Anand, Yash Chopra, and Javed Akhtar.

Sahir’s relationship with poet Amrita Pritam is also part of the popular lore. Sanjay Leela Bhansali is supposed to be working on it. Names of top Bollywood actors like Abhishek Bachchan and Farhan Akhtar to play Sahir and to portray Amrita, Aishwarya Rai Bachchan, Priyanka Chopra Jonas, Deepika Padukone and Taapsi Pannu have been bandied about. An October 2020 report indicated that the project had been shelved. But biopics are an attractive proposition. It is a matter of time before it could revive.

Through all his angst, we return to Sahir’s self-evasive pal-do-pal sentiment: “Tomorrow there will be more who will narrate love poems. May be someone narrating better than me. May be someone listening better than you. Will anyone remember me? Why should anyone remember me? Why should the busy age waste its time for me?”

What would keep Sahir relevant today, tomorrow and for ever? His immortal lines, “Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya, har fiqr ko dhuen mein udata chala gaya.” Taking life in its strides. Can anything be closer to an individual?

The writer can be reached at mahendraved07@gmail.com