We all exist in all possible states until such time as one of us chooses to observe and collapses one of those states into reality.
That is how I began this morning’s post but gave up instead for a piece about a song that played in loop all day yesterday and led me to rework a painting of mine.
I wanted to update some observations about whether free will exists or it is an illusion but decided against it in a demonstration of, I suppose, free will. I have have chosen to write about this lovely, seductive song from the 1970 movie ‘Ishq par zor nahin’ (Love cannot be forced). The song was composed by my all-time favorite Sachin Dev Burman and written by Anand Bakshi. It was sun by the inimitable Lata Mangeshkar.
The song begins with the lyrics “O mere bairagi bhanwra mujhe tadpao na.” The particular video that I watched had unintentionally humorous English subtitles of the opening line. “My austere bee, do not torment me.” “Bairagi bhanwara” is actually a metaphor for an indifferent lover portrayed in the song by Dharmendra and should have been translated as such.
The woman, played by the ever-fetching Sadhana, is like an apparition in the song whose entreaty to Dharmanedra is to not ignore her and make love to her in as much as a Hindi movie actress of the 1970s could openly ask to be loved. Hence somewhat ludicrous metaphor such as “Bairagi bhanwara”. The literal translation is what it is because Bairagi has been translated as austere even though the more more accurate version would be renunciate. Bee for bhanwara is fine.
To Dharmanedra’s bhanwara, Bakshi calls Sadhana as a “kali” or a bud. Once you take the two together her desire becomes quite clear. As a bud she wants the bee to do what bees do to buds and flowers. I think that is sufficient explanation of the song’s lyrics.
The song, which I had last heard in the 1970s, so captivated me yesterday that it played all day. In the process, it also prompted me to rework a painting of mine of a woman in pink contemplating in a beautiful garden. It does not take much to know that the woman is indeed very attractive, quite like Sadhana. I gave the digital painting some finishing touches, put it through some visual tricks and titled it ‘Bairagi’ before putting its prints and other merchandise for sale on my Fine Art America page.
The woman in my painting does not necessarily look like Sadhana because she has no features such as eyes, nose or lips but is somewhat reminiscent of the type.
Taken together, my conduct yesterday could be considered a flagrant act of free will unless the deterministic school would still argue that every bit of it was a mechanistic act.
‘Bairagi’ by MC
On an unrelated note, my theory that Hindi cinema of the 1960s and ‘70s were all like Monet paintings is illustrated at cue 1.04 where you see a backdrop reminiscent of the great master’s poplars.