[Reader-list] The Singer and The Acrobat
Zainab Bawa
coolzanny at hotmail.com
Sun Feb 1 20:21:19 IST 2004
29/12/2003
>From VT to Byculla
Time: 5:30 PM
The Singer and the Acrobat
Todays was a difficult journey, difficult because my mind was mostly
preoccupied with fact of whether I would be able to get off at Byculla
station with relative ease or not!
I stepped into the train at 5:30 PM in the evening. It was a Monday evening.
The train was bound for Ambernath; it was a fast train which meant that it
would not stop at the in-between stations and would only halt at junctions
like Byculla, Dadar, Ghatkopar, etc. Evening travel time by trains is
popularly known as peak hours or rush hours. I am not at all a seasoned
train traveler and am definitely not the long distance traveler. So, I have
no clue how to juggle around and deal with the crowds during the rush hours!
By the time I got into the train, it was already packed to the teeth (what
does this phrase mean? I have quite a few gaps between my teeth!). The
ladies compartment was full of women who were returning home from office.
Here is when one gets the chance and the flavour of the concept of Saheli
among women. In Marathi, a female friend is called Maitreen. During the
evening rush hour (which means that there is also a morning rush hour),
workingwomen normally travel in groups with their Sahelis or Maitreens.
These female companions are either office mates or co-passengers whose
journey timing and destinations is the same everyday. Seasoned travelers are
well aware of the train timings and destinations in the evening.
The Sahelis and Maitreens chat along all their way back home. The
conversations and discussions are usually about the days happenings. If the
Sahelis are office mates, you can imagine the amount of bitching (such an
appropriate word nah??) that takes place usne aisa kiya aur usne waisa
kiya! Its great fun listening to who did what and all the twists and
turns the bitching takes.
When I stepped into the train, I simply stood guard near the door. I was
among the rare passengers in that compartment who wanted to get off at such
a short distance. Most of the women were long distance travelers.
In the compartment, an old woman was singing and dancing. She was not what
we would think of as a typical old woman. She might have been in her
mid-forties. Her hair was dark and she had freckles on her face and on her
slim waist. She was singing a Hindi song and dancing on that song. The song
she sang was:
Kya karte the saajana, tum humse door rehke? Hum to judaai mein, chup, chup
ke roya karte the!
[What were you doing or beloved when we were away from each other? During
the period of our separation, I would hide and sob!]
This old woman had a peculiar way of dancing. She was not exactly dancing.
She was acting out the song, as little children do when they recite poetry
for a recitation exam or competition. She was moving various portions of her
body while acting out.
She sang the entire song. There was no sense of shame while she performed.
She was singing and dancing and this was her routine way of earning for her
daily meals. She kept saying how she hoped to make at least twenty rupees in
this train journey. She said she was confident of eking out this amount
today because the compartment was packed and her goddess was showering her
blessings on her.
While she was singing and dancing, two women standing by the door were
watching her. One of them was a middle class Maharashtrian workingwoman. She
kept scorning at the lady. She hated the ladys movements and she kept
making faces which suggested that to her, this singers dance movements were
nothing less than vulgar. From her facial expressions, I could make out that
this lady seemed to be saying to herself, What a shameless old woman! She
should just get lost from here!
When I look at someone like this old lady who was singing and dancing
without any sense of hesitation, I feel that here is someone who is
unpretentious and who does not have shame in doing something like this to
earn a living. I did not think of this lady as shameless; in fact, I found
that I did not have the guts to look at this lady all the time. I thought
this old lady had her sense of dignity. At least, she was not begging.
I did not look at this old lady myself because her presence was very
confronting to me. I felt that here is someone who has enormous courage. She
is courageous because she can sing and dance in front of so many people with
the least inhibitions. She did not have a great voice, neither was she a
very good dancer. Her accent was wonky! One could just about manage to
understand her Hindi.
To many, she would have been a nuisance because she was mirroring every
womans image in each ones own eyes. She was a mirror for all our
pretensions that we wear on ourselves in order to survive in this city! She
made a lot of us appear naked in our own eyes. And yet, she really didnt
mean to do all this. She was just being herself!!!
After she finished singing her Hindi song, a young playful lady, standing
next to me, gave her a rupee and complimented her. She truly seemed to have
enjoyed this old ladys performance. The old lady took the coin, looked up
(there was no sky! Only the ceiling of the train compartment could be
seen!), thanked her goddess, and announced, Now, I will sing a classic Asha
Bhonsale song in Marathi! The playful lady standing next to me squealed in
delight and said to her Maitreen standing next to her, Aiyaa! This is a
classic! It will be so much fun!
I felt that this lady provided a breathing space, a space to unwind in the
midst of enormous crowd. She was not really an artist (I failed to fit her
into my conventional mindset of artists!). Mumbai City does not exactly have
an artist square, except the one outside Jehangir Art Gallery at Colaba
where three to four artists sit down and make portraits and several crowds
stand there, watching the sketch and the people posing. Each one among the
crowd likes to give their own comments, as if knowing a lot. Yet, it is such
a unique space where people just come and stand; they stop running and they
just get awed and they stand still and they watch! An artist square gives a
sense of leisure and space in the midst of the speed and blind traffic! An
artist square is a sort of breathing space, a reminder that life need not
always be a rushed business, that success does not only mean running with
the time and trying to compete against it! I wish Mumbai City had artist
squares, several of them, without specialized artists, with just everyday,
simple, experimenting, ordinary people who are being themselves!
Anyway, coming back to the train journey. It was time for me to get off. I
moved closer to the door. Two ladies were standing there. I asked them,
Where do you want to get off? One of them said, Vikhroli! I said, Then
move aside and let me get off at Byculla. The other young girl standing
there realized that was a novice. She said to me, Dont worry, we will let
you get off when Byculla comes. She smiled at me. I realized that some
system of unspoken understanding exists about getting off at various
stations which I am not aware of.
As Byculla approached, this young girl dexterously swung around the pole to
make space for me to get off (and the train was in motion before it stopped
completely!). When I got off the train, I found her hanging outside the
train, by the pole! I was a bit horrified and worried for her, but then, in
my heart of hearts, I knew that she must be used to such acrobatics,
everyday! They are now a part of her system by which she lives and survives
in this city. This is her adjustment mechanism to the trains. I wonder
whether death scares her at all?
- Zainab Bawa
- For communication, email zainabbawa at yahoo.com
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