Dipti Nagpaul on the life and cause of Lokshahir Sambhaji Bhagat
A quiet smile plays on his lips. Unusually mum, he clutches
the duff close to his chest and makes way past the garbage dump that marks the
beginning of the Gandhinagar slum in Pune’s Pimpri-Chinchwad. It’s 4 pm. The
hot afternoon sun has barely begun to relent. Most residents are holed up
inside their yellow brick-and-tin tenements. Children are busy at their games. Four women sit
in a corner, chatting.
The sight of kurta-clad strangers is enough to attract
attention but Sambhaji Bhagat doesn’t wait. He begins to beat his duff, its
clanging insistent and urgent. Soon, curtains — the makeshift doors to the
houses — part. Faces peep out. Bhagat begins, a powerhouse of anger and
resistance, his words his ammunition:
Bhalan dada, dada re, bhalan dada
Arre raan raan raan chala uthvu saare raan re
(Oh brother, come on, come on, wake up!)
(Oh brother, come on, come on, wake up!)
The words have the desired effect. Amused faces are on the
street, surrounding Bhagat and his two vocalists, Shirish Pawar and Babasaheb
Atkhile. Bhagat, 52, proceeds to belt out the powada (ballad) in his powerful
baritone.
Jaan jaan jaan jeheri dusmanala jaan re
(Get to know who your
enemy is)
His words reverberate. The crowd thickens. This could well have been a scene from Chaitanya Tamhane’s Court. In the film, which won the National Award for Best Film this year, another lokshahir Narayan Kamble walks up to the makeshift stage in the middle of a slum. But it isn’t the setting alone. Kamble’s character is heavily inspired by Bhagat, who also composed, wrote and recorded the powada in the film.
A lokshahir is a people’s poet, a master of the tamasha folk
form. Bhagat’s music borrows from this Maharashtrian folk tradition while his
songs speak against oppression. “We’re a dead people. We no more unite and
raise our voice against oppression, be it by class, caste or government. This
state was once the epicentre of so many great movements, the social reform
movement in the 19th century, the communist and feminist movements in the 1970s
and ’80s. It feels sad that people today choose to remain silent,” says Bhagat.
Maharashtra boasts of a long tradition of lokshahirs. The
three biggest names — Annabhau Sathe, Amar Sheikh and DN Gavankar—borrowed from
the teachings of BR Ambedkar and Karl Marx to speak up against the inequalities
of class, caste and state in the 1940s and ’50s. They started an organisation
called the Lal Bawta Kalapathak. Its members sang at mill gates, maidans and
chawls, aided in organising support for the Samyukta Maharashtra movement.
Bhagat belongs to this school of thought and action.
Born into the family of a landless Dalit labourer in
Satara’s Mahu village, Bhagat’s initiation into the Left ideology was preceded by a stint with the RSS in his
early days. It was only when he moved to Mumbai as a young man for his college
education that he discovered the writings of Marx and Ambedkar. “I had a stable
job with the Planning Commission. But I asked myself, what will my life amount
to eventually? So I joined the communist movement in the early ’80s as a
lokshahir with the Avahan Natya Manch,” he says.
Bhagat’s style sets him apart from the current crop of
lokshahirs. He speaks against caste, capitalism and the “cultural fascism” of
the right-wing among other things. But on stage, he doesn’t merely sing. He
pulls in the largely Dalit audience into his show, transforming them into
participants. He does this as much through his booming voice as with his
humour, which draws from the life of his audience.
Here he is, complaining that they have forgotten the
teachings of their saints Jyotiba Phule and Babasaheb Ambedkar. Before their
attention wavers, he slips in a barb. “Who’s Amitabh Bachchan’s
daughter-in-law?” he asks. Unable to spot the trap he has laid, they speak the
name out in chorus. “Oh! So you all know!” he mocks, getting the
audience to crack up in embarrassment.
During one of his songs, he laughs at “high art” and its
self-proclaimed keepers. He asks of what use are songs where the lover promises
the sun and the moon to his lady love. “Those who write such songs, can they
climb atop the drumstick tree in the village to fetch a few stalks?” he quips. “Our ideology and beliefs are modern but it needs to be made
accessible to lay people who often comprise my audience, many of whom have had
the privilege of education. The music is the easy part, it brings them in. But
my verse needs to borrow from theworld they inhabit,” he says.
The audience loves him, even when he is mocking them. At the
Nashik leg of Bhagat’s four-city tour organised to help promote Court, a large
part of the audience comprises his fans. Anil Kotkar runs a transport business.
Usually, he ends his day around 7.30pm but today, he left office, 14 km from
the venue, and drove down for the show. “While tackling social issues through
his songs, Sambhaji doesn’t pander to the audience. He cocks a snook at
everyone, the system, the bourgeois and even us,” he says.
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In court, Nagpur-based Vira Sathidar plays Kamble, a lokshahir thrown into prison on a rather unexpected charge: his songs, say the police, drove a sanitation worker into committing suicide. As the judicial system closes in on Kamble, through a long-drawn Kafkaesque process, the film looks at the prejudices that leach into the process of law and how the state and its machinery work against the marginalised. It does this through the story of Kamble’s predicament as well as that of a man we never see on screen: the sanitation worker, who drinks himself senseless every time he needs to plunge into a putrid sewer without any protective equipment.
In court, Nagpur-based Vira Sathidar plays Kamble, a lokshahir thrown into prison on a rather unexpected charge: his songs, say the police, drove a sanitation worker into committing suicide. As the judicial system closes in on Kamble, through a long-drawn Kafkaesque process, the film looks at the prejudices that leach into the process of law and how the state and its machinery work against the marginalised. It does this through the story of Kamble’s predicament as well as that of a man we never see on screen: the sanitation worker, who drinks himself senseless every time he needs to plunge into a putrid sewer without any protective equipment.
Sathidar’s Kamble isn’t a screen version
of Shambhaji Bhagat. He is a reticient, almost self-effacing man, unlike the
flamboyant Bhagat with his neck-long locks and animated body language. Tamhane,
who was introduced to the culture of lokshahiri with a performance by the
famous Telugu balladeer and Naxalite activist Gaddar nine years ago, wanted his
protagonist to have his own personality. The inspirations, thus, have been
many, including Dalit Marathi poet and activist Namdeo Dhasal.
Initially, the 28-year-old director was looking for a
lokshahir who would both act and sing in order to lend the character
authenticity. “But the search turned out to be futile.
Not all are as radical as Sambhaji in using this medium as a form of
protest. Many use crowd-appeasing tactics, such as singing the Ganesh vandana
before the show, and belt out the same old five folk songs without any
improvisation,” says Tamhane.
Eventually, Tamhane cast Sathidar, a 55-year-old
activist-turned-actor. “I understood and shared the character’s ideology,” says
Sathidar, who, as a trade union leader, would mobilise workers through street
plays. The court case, Tamhane admits, was the last of the pieces
to fall into place. The initial impulse of the film was the complex
relationship between the state and dissent. “During my research, I came across
the Jiten Marandi case, which sparked the idea,” he says. The
Jharkhand-based poet was falsely arrested as a co-accused in the Chilkari
massacre in 2008 and sentenced to death. He was released in 2013 after it
emerged that he had been “mistaken” for a Maoist of the same name.
Marandi was not the last artist to have faced such
harassment. Several popular poets and artistes have faced arrest under acts
as severe as MCOCA and POTA, including Dhasal, Telangana-based Varavara Rao and
Gaddar. Bhagat too spent a large part of the 1980s behind bars.
Then a member
of the Avahan Natya Manch, he was inspired by Ambedkar’s call to
“educate, organise, agitate”. With his troupe, he performed protest songs in
slums across Maharashtra, speaking against the caste system. “The organisation
was diluted in early 1990s and I have since performed independently, training
Dalit youth from the slums,” says Bhagat.
Cultural resistance by artists has often been met with state
hostility. The most recent instance is that of Kabir Kala Manch, a group from
Maharashtra trained by Bhagat, which uses protest poetry and plays to talk
about farmer issues, social inequalities and corruption. In 2011, it was
accused of being Maoist sympathisers and some of its members were imprisoned.
Why do such artists end up unnerving the state? “Lokshahirs
connect with people at the grassroot level, people whose votes matter,” says
Tamhane. “They are radically different from the smoke-and-mirror machinery
operating in mainstream. The fact that they have the power to mobilise people
to raise their voice against the system, especially certain communities like
the Dalits — a very strong vote bank — makes them ‘dangerous’. It’s the farmer,
the common man who is directly affected by the oppression of such artists, not
so much the urban Indian who will protest against the beef ban or the
cancellation of a Seinfeld show.”
Yet, when Bhagat performs, his audience includes members
from a cross-section of society even though a large part comprises Dalits and
Ambedkarites. In Nashik, the first few rows up front are occupied by a mix of
upper castes, supporters of the Left movement, a few members of the Republican
Party of India and Dalits. Most of them are regulars at
Bhagat’s shows. But the lack of new blood is also the
biggest challenge Bhagat faces in a state where the Left is in free fall.
At his shows, however, the thunderous applause is reserved
for Bhagat’s most popular and favourite ballad, Inko dhyaan se dekho re bhai,
Inki soorat to pehchano bhai (Watch them closely brother/Recognise who they are
brother) where he asks people to look beyond the facade of people in power.
Bhagat’s performance, in which he tears into the government and religious
leaders, can last anywhere between 15 and 25 minutes. When he lowers his pitch
and delivers the cheeky lines, the audience erupts in laughter.
Inse note toh lena re bhai
Par inko vote naa dena re bhai!
(Do accept the notes from them/But don’t give them your vote)
Par inko vote naa dena re bhai!
(Do accept the notes from them/But don’t give them your vote)
It’s also a song that tests the audience’s open-mindedness.
“Very often, the invitation to perform is extended by political party workers
or even the municipal corporation,” he says, “But the audience is mostly kind, it
laughs when I make a mockery of the system they are a part of.” That isn’t the case every time. During the Mumbai show, his
face flushed with heat and exhaustion from performing non-stop for two hours,
Bhagat pauses after the following lines, allowing the reference to sink in.
Koi satsang mein baithe hain bhai,
Koi Asaram ke bhakt hain bhai…
Koi Asaram ke bhakt hain bhai…
Then, quickly breaking into a grin even as he shakes his
head to the continuing beat, he says: “Earlier, when I would take Asaram’s
name, his followers would land up on stage. Par agar woh Asaram ke bhagat hain
toh main bhi Bhagat hoon. (If they are Asaram’s followers, I too am Bhagat!).”
From Narendra Modi to godmen, his wit spares no one. His
performances are not preachy, which is why young people are drawn to him. A
group of four men, in their early 20s, has travelled an hour to watch Bhagat’s
performance in Mumbai because “you don’t get to hear what he talks about in
films or on TV”. “I am a hardcore Salman Khan fan, but Sambhaji is unique
because he acquaints us with the realities of life, of how caste plays
out,” says Rupesh Kamble, who works as a welder. His friend, Mahesh Dhekle, an
insurance agent and a self-confessed Shah Rukh Khan fan, believes that lok kala
is key to uniting people in resistance. “The youth is hooked onto social media,
everyone wants change, freedom from corruption and oppression. But it’s unity
that we lack. Performances like Sambhaji’s can give us direction,” he says.
What resonates with his audience is his call for
the annihilation of caste. For many of them, caste discrimination is a grim
reality. Shilpa Salve, 32, a housewife in Nashik, was turned away thrice when
she applied for the sewing course under a scheme for
Dalit women. “I couldn’t bribe my way,” she says. Two years ago, she says, her
brother was rejected during the oral exam for Maharashtra Public Service Commission
when he informed the examiner that he was a Dalit.
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While Bhagat knows the pulse of his audience, it’s been years since he delivered an impromptu performance in a slum. He marched into the Pune slum today when volunteers told him that few have turned up from Gandhinagar. By the time Bhagat is halfway through the powada, the amused smiles have been replaced by nods of agreement. But just as the people begin to warm up to the presence of this lokshahir in their midst, he chooses to walk away. The curious ones are informed that Bhagat’s performance at the nearby ground will soon begin.
While Bhagat knows the pulse of his audience, it’s been years since he delivered an impromptu performance in a slum. He marched into the Pune slum today when volunteers told him that few have turned up from Gandhinagar. By the time Bhagat is halfway through the powada, the amused smiles have been replaced by nods of agreement. But just as the people begin to warm up to the presence of this lokshahir in their midst, he chooses to walk away. The curious ones are informed that Bhagat’s performance at the nearby ground will soon begin.
On his way out of the slum, Bhagat is grinning. He knows
they will follow him there. At the Ambedkar Jayanti Mahotsav where he has been
invited to perform, the 800-odd seats are already taken. His long locks
sticking to his forehead with sweat, the shahir pauses to catch his breath.
Then he walks up the few steps to take the stage, taps the mic to check if it’s
working, and roars a salute to his leader: “Jai Bhim”.