Shaspur, Birbhum. 8 January 2005. Golam Shah and sons Salam and Jamir

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Artist:
Golam Shah and sons Salam and Jamir
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Song region:
Birbhum


Artist:
Golam Shah Fakir and Salam
Composer:

Form:
Bangla Fakiri
Song region:
Birbhum







This video was shot by Sudheer Palsane and the audio recording was made by Sukanta at the home of Golam Shah, a fakir from Shaspur in Birbhum. Golam Shah was a little over 60 years, but he looked much older, more so because he had not been keeping well. He had been hospitalised a few times in the recent past, it was probably a heart condition, I don’t really know. Besides, I think that age comes differently to people in different circumstances. When Sukanta and I had gone to his home with Debdas Baul in September 2004, and when he took out his violin and tried to tune the old strings and they kept breaking, I did have a feeling that we were running out of time.

Below is a photo from that session and I have also posted a song we recorded that day. It sounds very familiar, very much like some songs from Bollywood; ‘Bahut pyar karte hain tumko sanam’ comes to mind. Yet the song shows the two-way journey of folk and film songs, of how one influences, and goes into the making of, the other. This sounds like Bollywood, indeed; but where does Bollywood get its songs from? The 1991 Saajan song takes us back to an older Mehedi Hassan song from Pakistan, ‘Bohat khubsurat hai mera sanam’. Small wonder, therefore, that a much-travelled tune like this one should take the form of a Bangla fokiri song; Islam too has journeyed over so many lands, through so many centuries, to reach the eastern ‘frontier’ of Bengal.I am never quite sure what name to call these songs. When sung together in communal gatherings in shrines, they can sound like Bangla versions of North Indian qawwali, but here there are just two singers singing and it sounds more like an individual’s prayer. The Fakir’s prayer, hence a Fakiri song.Serious scholars of form might not agree.

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Golam Shah with his sons

Some years ago I had read an autobiographical note by Golam Shah, published in a collection of essays and conversations with bauls and fakirs and scholars of this music. In it Golam Shah had talked about his life as a singer of fakiri songs, about learning to sing from his master Muhammad Shah and about travelling with songs. What had struck me then as it struck me again now was that Golam Shah seemed to have no complaints at all—not against the stark poverty that surrounded him, or against their marginalisation as singers of baul and fakiri songs in an environment of increasing religious fundamentalism and intolerance.

This is one session that touched us very deeply, for the way everything unravelled on that day. The excitement with which Golam Shah fixed new strings on his violin; the way he said to his sons Salam and Jamir that they should give us their best and the way his sons had actually dressed in their best for the occasion; the way Golam Shah began a song and how, when his voice or memory started to fail, Salam gently gave him support, never surpassing him though; the way Golam Shah  posed for photographs with his family saying, ‘Take what you like, this is your last chance.’  A big crowd had gathered in his house that day.  Here was a man little known to the outside world, yet special in his own place, who commanded deep love and respect of his family and friends for the life of songs and words of comfort he had given to them.

Golam Shah passed away four months after this recording session.

Written in 2010; revised in 2020.