Saida Begum – Voice for and of the wounded


Inherent in the power of music is its instrinsic ability to communicate as few other mediums can. You could be a complete stranger to a musician, and yet their music will touch and move those depths of your being that you have so carefully hidden for years, often bringing down a virtual dam of reserve and composure that it has taken a lifetime to put in place. Saida Begum’s voice can do just that for me. I do not know who she is, what she looks like, what language she speaks, or even who she learnt her lessons in music from. And yet, when she sings “Dum Dholaa” on the album “Rabba Mereya: Sufi Music of Punjab”, I have to struggle to retain my composure. Hers isn’t the conventional pure, clear, pretty voice that cloaks its listeners with peace and piety. On the contrary, this is a voice full of painful shards and torn edges, hissing and spitting and smouldering away. It traverses difficult leaps and jumps with the ease that is so typical of singers from the Punjab, but falters slightly at times when resting on notes. So it maintains a fair distance from perfection. And yet, it is able to speak to the listener with tremendous strength and power.

It seems strange to be writing about a piece of music that many a reader might not have heard. With this in mind, I requested De Kulture Music, producers and publishers of the album “Rabba Mereya” to share the track in question for readers of Lounge. They responded generously with the following link: http://soundcloud.com/de-kulture-music/dum-dhola and I invite readers to savor the sense of anguish and longing that Saida Begum manages to convey rather effortlessly with “Dum Dhola”.

In some ways it is not an unusual example of a love song, with commonly used metaphors and images for love, longing and separation – a lover wilting away, singed by the fiery pangs of viraha or separation, the radiance of the beloved’s countenance rendering the Sun and the stars pale in comparison, and reminders that promises of togetherness must be fulfilled. Nothing that is unique or very different from countless other love songs of India. Even “Dum Dhola”, the attractive main motif of the song, has been used repeatedly in Sufi verses to signify the chanting of the beloved with each breath that the devotee takes, constant and unbroken till the breath ceases in death. What makes it different then? I’d have to say it is Saida Begum’s expressive, unbridled and abandoned voice that transforms the song from being any other song into one that you definitely want to hear again and again, even with its imperfections.

Do I want to hear more from Saida Begum? Of course I do. I’m yearning for more. But not if her voice comes packaged for TV evangelists and saviours of folk music, who strut around claiming to have “found” or “discovered” forgotten voices of India. Neither do I want the so called New Age crusaders of cola-backed or liquor-laced initiatives to touch her voice with their silly ideas of contemporaniety. Give me the real Saida Begum anyday with a voice that is for and of the wounded.

 

This article also appeared in “Music Matters”, the column I write for the Lounge section of Mint, and if you’d prefer to read it on the Mint website, here is the link: http://www.livemint.com/2012/06/01205801/Voice-of-the-wounded.html

Shubha Mudgal

Shubha Mudgal

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    I had discovered Saida Begum through your Mint Lounge article only and have been listening to the track (Dum Dhola) for a few months now. Every time I listen to her voice, something indescribable happens to my mood. Upliftment and breaking of heart at the same time, probably.

    As it happened, memory fades (more so in this information-overload age) and I was wondering which good friend had passed me the link of De Kulture music. Today I googled Saida Begum’s name to find more about her and popped up this article of yours on top. And I realized I had gotten to her through you only.

    So this long story, just to tell you, how I had to thank you for writing about her. And after listening to the song more than 100 times in the last few months, your description of her as ‘voice of and for the wounded’ rings just perfect.

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