Khyal - Rajasthani Women
Khyal - Rajasthani Women
Khyal - Rajasthani Women
examples, and point out motifs, messages, and moods I found in 1993 that seem to distinguish khyal from any of the womens songs I heard over a decade earlier in the same place. I am convinced that these differences not earthshaking but real reflect changes in the economic
*Manushi regrets that we were not able to include the authors diacritical marks as given her manuscript. See Ann Grodzins Gold, Sexuality, Fertility, and Erotic Imagination in Rajasthani Womens Songs, in Listen to the Herons Words: Reimagining Gender and Kinship in North India, Gloria Goodwin Raheja and Ann Grodzins Gold (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1994), pp. 30-72. See Kathryn Hansen, Grounds for Play: The Nautanki Theatre of North India, (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1992), pp. 65-70.
3 See Kirin Narayan's Songs Lodged in Some Hearts: Displacements of Womens Knowledge in Kangra, in Displacement, Diaspora and Geographies of Identity, ed. S. Lavie and T. Swedenburg (Durham, N.C.: Duke University Press, forthcoming), pp. 181-213 and her Womens Songs, Womens Lives, Manushi (No. 81, 1994).
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Women often sing to render an occasion auspicious or to please a deity. Such performances, however pleasurable, are in a way part of womens obligatory work
and social contexts of their production, and speak of womens determination to find new footings for their own lives on the shifting sands of the late twentieth century.4
Just khyal
In 1993, I was trying to learn about nature, agriculture, geography, and history; I was walking the fields and hillsides rather than sitting in courtyards. Often I worked in the company of male assistants, talking to men. There were a few women with whom I had a comfortable companionship that I deeply relished. Relaxing with them, I often felt simultaneously that I was not doing my work, and that I was learning the most. And I wished I could remain in their company rather than going back either to the complications of my research or my own vexing family life. About a week before Holi, in the festive month of Phalgun, when the weather was still lovely and the barley harvest had already begun, I had a rare chance to live for a couple of weeks with the family I knew best. In this household at the time were my long-time collaborator and friend, Bhoju Ram Gujar, his wife Bali and their two daughters, his sisters daughter, his mother and father. In addition to these residents, frequently on the scene were Bhojus maternal cousin, Shivji, and his wife Arami a still childless couple in their teens. Arami was Balis most constant companion. I was totally free of my own family who were scattered in various comfortable places where I didnt have to worry about them. I spent part of my days with Shambhu Nath, an unemployed, literate man in his thirties, learning the names of the local trees and plants. As we were discussing plant lore, Shambhu invited me to come to his place one evening to record his wife with her friends and neighbours, who he promised would perform many wonderful womens songs having to do with plants. This was kind of a request programme organised around Shambhus desire to please me, his new, if temporary, employer. I did not know these women well. Most of the songs I recorded that night were devotional, while a few were associated with agricultural work (e.g.: a
4. While the influence of film songs is certainly apparant in khyal, their musical style remains desi (folk-based) as opposed to filmi (Hindi film style).
song about Shiv in a garden with trees; a song about the sacred basil goddess, Tulsi Ma; a song about the tribulations of farming cumin a temperamental but supremely lucrative crop). But once in the mood for singing, the women did not care to stop. And they sang a few more songs about husbands, loneliness, trouble with in-laws. Although I rarely grasp much more than half the meaning of a song heard for the first time, these aroused my curiosity. When I asked, what kind of songs are they? the women answered, Oh nothing, just khyal. Because of the slightly disparaging way this was put, I took the term khyal at face value to carry its common referential meaning: thought, feeling, sentiment. As such, the women perhaps opposed it to songs of firmer purpose. Women often sing to render an occasion auspicious or to please a deity. Such performances, however pleasurable, are in a way part of womens obligatory work. But khyal are sung, by contrast, yun hi, like that, to express feelings. At the same time, it seemed to me I heard an intimacy and affection for the genre expressed in the voices and smiles of these hard-working women most of whom spent their long days doing agricultural or herding work along with extensive household chores.
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The very next day Bali, my friend and hostess who was in the last months of her third pregnancy, listened to and critiqued the tape I had made at Shambhus house. Clearly feeling a little competitive with these women of a different neighbourhood, some of whom were of her own Gujar caste, Bali announced that she too would fill a tape for me that night. Now, my interest was piqued in khyal, and as Bali and her female kin were the women with whom I felt most comfortable, I was able to say, Great, fill my tape, but you know, I have enough songs of the devi-devata [goddesses-and-gods]. Anyway, these devotional songs dont change; the ones I recorded in l980 are the same today. I dont want more of them. Sing me something new, sing khyal.
Bali Gujar with her husbands sister and their children means that khyal describes one womans feelings, because of course the songs are sung by small groups. This singer, they continue ... complains to her own husband, or of her own husbands habits, behaviour, and his character. Or, besides her husband, she may express her desire to make a connection with some other man. (... apne pati ki adaton,
Bali and Arami (sometimes with other neighbours and relatives joining them, but seldom making a group larger than four or five) filled up several tapes over the course of several evenings. And, in spite of my bossy attempt to establish control of their performance, they did sing many devotional songs: of the goddess, of Shiv and Parvati, of Radha and Krishna many of which I had indeed recorded before. In truth, I loved hearing them, old friends with sweet emotions and familiar words. In one memorable session the two women teased me with hilarious insult songs about me, my husband and my (hypothetical) lovers. As I had urged, they also sang a few songs they called khyal. I believe there are far fewer khyal in any one womans repertoire than there are devotional songs. This could be another testimony to newness, but it is probably also due to the creative, expressive, personal character of these songs. In the conversational flow of life, I had never asked any singers for a general definition of khyal as genre. From the United States, however, I mailed a letter begging Bhoju to ask Bali how she would define khyal. Do not try to answer from your own knowledge, talk to your wife! I wrote in a teasing but imperative tone. He consulted both Bali and Arami, and wrote back to me, transmitting their Rajasthani words in his own grammatical Hindi. I trust that he has not distorted them. The first element of the definition is negative: khyal, they say, is a kind of song that is not religious (dharmik) and not sheerly entertaining (manoranjak). Bhoju goes on to write that, according to Bali and Arami, the singer in this kind of song is just one (ek hi hoti hai). I assume this No. 95 (July-August 1996)
Gifts of adornment to wear or food to share are at once tokens of the most intimate love, and public signs of a devoted husband
vyavahar va uske charitra ki shikayat karti hai ya phir apne pati ke alava kisi anya purush ke sath apna sambandh banane ki bhavana prakat karti hai).5 Within the broader category of khyal, Bali and Arami name several still more specialised genres such as ratnarebari, ucchalya, gangya git, and nagar chalya that involve actual dialogic singing between males and females. One definition the Rajasthani Sabad Kos gives for khyal is that it is a special kind of song in which there is a refrain and an answer. Such songs were formerly sung at festivals by groups of men and women, especially of the Gujar and Mina castes. Now male singers are absent probably due to
5 See Hansens discussion of a mid-eighteenth century performance where ... two opposing groups direct questions and answers to each other, using the song type lavani or khyal, ... (Hansen, Grounds, p. 66). For a Maharashtrian genre called lavni described as a highly rustic and erotic genre dating from the sixteenth century onwards ... see Friedhelm Hardy, The Religious Culture of India: Power, Love and Wisdom (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1994), p. 215.
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modern insistence on greater propriety in terms of womens public behaviour and today womens songs only imagine what the male voice speaks. In my previous work on womens songs I had noted how many depicted husband and wife exchanges, whether to construct a fictional intimacy that strongly contradicted anything visible or permissible in public; or to reflect on the culturally enforced distance between spouses, and attempt in various ways to mend this state of affairs. Before leaving for India in 1992 I had completed a paper about husband/ wife dialogues in Rajasthani songs, based solely on recordings made in 1979-81. Significantly, each of my
further destabilised by economic and educational opportunities and pressures. While womens songs have always reflected on the stresses and tensions within the family, it was far less often that they envisioned alternative arrangements. Now they do. Thus, most strikingly, khyal may demand not come home but take me with you. In village society similar situations are currently taking place. For example, Bhojus cousin was in the army and his wife desired strongly to join him in faraway Pune in spite of her relatives disapproval. The womens songs I wrote of in my earlier work seemed to appreciate male access to markets and desired goods, and the salaries men earned to purchase these goods, even if they resented the jobs that took husbands away to cities. But now, presents are not enough; jewellery is not enough. The threat of male education, unmatched by anything comparable for women, becomes a threat of abandonment. Women fear that men with lives more and more centered beyond the parameters of rural society may cease to come and go. Intimacy is on new terms. In my earlier study I noted the profusion of words for husbands in Rajasthani womens songs, including some circumlocutions which we also find in khyal, and numerous poetic terms of respect. In the early eighties none of the songs I heard used the word piya now the term of choice for the male addressed. I have translated it as darling (although it might, more accurately but formally, be rendered beloved). Bali and Arami told me it meant husband smiling in that shy and mischievous way young women have when they must speak
The threat of male education, unmatched by anything comparable for women, becomes a threat of abandonment
examples for that paper is embedded in a genre-producing context. I use a song of Tij, a song of Gangaur, a song of childbirth, a song of Radha and Krishna recorded on Cow Worship day, and a bana or song of the bride-groom prince, proper to the days preceding a wedding. I write of these: In womens songs addressed to husbands the central demands are for demonstrations and tokens of love readily summed up as presence and presents. Women claim power over their husbands by summoning them to their sides and their rivals are only occasionally other women. More often they must recall their men from the company of male companions, city jobs, war, and other distractions that seem to represent the whole cultural system of sex-role segregation that conspires to separate husbands from wives and make husbands pretend indifference to the species of women.... In most songs the womans yearning for private intimacy with her husband is fully mingled with her desires for gifts. Gifts breech, or bridge, the private/ public distinction. Gifts of adornment to wear or food to share are at once tokens of the most intimate love, and public signs of a devoted husband. It seems women desire these signs as much as they desire their man,...6 All khyal are also dialogues between wife and husband, or woman and amorous male. Let me suggest a few of the themes I find new and different in the early nineties. First, the always complicated power configurations and emotional alliances of the extended family household are 16
It is as if she realises the extent of her misery, and begins to reject old solutions, in mid-song
the word husband in ordinary conversation. But piya is ambiguous; nothing about it specifies that the relation in question is marriage. So it may also be a lover. Songs that use piya may play on that ambiguity; is the woman addressing her husband lovingly, or is she addressing a potential lover someone with whom she wishes to make a connection as Bali and Aramis definition indicates she may. Among Gujars and other farming communities of the region, marriages are often arranged in childhood and may well dissolve by mutual consent in adulthood, as the woman
6 Ann Grodzins Gold, Outspoken Women: Representations of Female Voices in a Rajasthani Folklore Community, Oral Traditions (forthcoming).
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or man finds someone more to their liking and negotiates a nata or second marriage. In sum, the words and import of khyal suggested not revolutionary upheavals, but offered some scattered, vivid commentary on the changes seeping gradually into womens lives. From the leader of a local womens group, however, I heard some definitively divergent compositions.
This extraordinary song seems to rethink the usual patterns as it develops. A husband freely but infrequently comes and goes while his wife remains behind in his home. First she appears to take the attitude commonly expressed in many womens songs. She complains, implores, dont go, and then demands that if he goes he must bring her the gifts she will cherish that will make her life worthwhile. However, the fantasy of what a well-employed man might give is posed against the womans actual experience of loneliness, kitchen drudgery, and domestic subordination. There are hints of still more profound causes for unhappiness. What happens in the dark when her necklace breaks? A broken necklace or string of pearls may carry general implications of inauspiciousness (though not as acute as broken bangles). As Vasudha Narayanan confirms, in Tamil literature at least, a broken necklace may often be construed as a sign of sexual violence because women
you gauri ab to palangya sogyo ye man ab khaidyo samachar piya sachi sachi khaidyu ji man sasuji lar din rat piya sachi sachi khaidyu ji man susaraji lar din rat piya sachi sachi khaidyu ji man le chalo ji sath The message is not stay here but take me with you. A third absent-husband khyal is less mysterious, more straightforward, and perhaps still less hopeful. Each line is repeated in the recorded version. Sold my nose ring and brought books, Went and sat in the school, Studied fine Hindi, and studied English, Became a respected railway clerk. Oh stifle my hiccups and stifle my soul! Just now Ill meet with my pretty one. Mother is happy, my father is happy, but in the bedchamber, pretty ones sad. [literally, in the colour palace, a poetic term often used for a nuptial chamber in Rajasthani oral traditions] nathari ji bech kitaba lyaya ja bethya askulya men
One mood women have when singing khyal may have just a whiff of something new taking place between the sexes. Or perhaps it is the same old story.
would normally remove their necklaces in anticipation of consensual sex. Whatever is implied by the broken necklace, it moves the wife to declare her powerless situation ultimately unbearable. Desperate, rather than merely plaintive, she can no longer be placated with presents, however desirable. Another similar song about an absent husband (from the same recording session at Shambhu Naths) has less obscure poetics. It is too long to include here in full. In it, the wife begs her husband to return home. He approaches, and keeps asking her to tell him the news. She beckons him, first to come nearer and nearer to her in space, progressing from outside to their private room; then, to eat, drink, lie down on the bed. It is only when she has him thus symbolically situated, in the place that most strongly signifies their marital union, that she reveals her problems and her desire: Pretty one, now I have lain on the cot, so now tell me the news. Darling, Ill tell you the true truth, my mother-in-law fights with me day and night Darling, Ill tell you the true truth, my father-in-law fights with me day and night Darling, Ill tell you the true truth, take me away with 18
hindi ji parh angreji pargya rela ra babu bangya ji dhabja ye hachki dhabja re jivara bar malu mari gauri su man sukhi maro bap sukhi gauri dukhi rang mahala men The young wife is emotionally abandoned by her husband who has achieved success at her expense, selling her valued ornament, and no longer seems to care for her. Women joke and tease one another about hiccups: It means your husbands thinking of you. According to exegesis given me in Ghatiyali, the wife here admonishes herself to cease hiccuping and to keep her soul patient in other words, to repress her desires. Her husband casually promises his immediate presence, but evidently his words do not console much. He is just the kind of successful salaried husband her parents wanted, but for her there is no conjugal satisfaction.8 She is not making demands but only describing her unhappiness. With the husbands voice confined to a single line, the usual dialogue is reduced almost to monologue here. Although the khyal I have highlighted thus far are songs of sorrow, not all khyal by any means so dark and doleful. Many are playful. Here is my favorite, the sweetest and least troubled, recorded from Bali and Arami on March 9, after Holi, when I was still living at Bhoju Rams house. We had all gleefully smeared each other with red powder the very day before. It may be my favourite because its translation, unlike the others, is quite unproblematic. It also epitomises one mood women may have when singing khyal, and it may, as do the sadder songs, have just a whiff of something new taking place between the sexes. Or perhaps it is the same old story. Sit on my bicycle, pretty woman; sit on my bicycle, pretty woman. On your bicycle Ill get dizzy, darling, get dizzy, darling. If you get dizzy well stroll on foot, pretty woman; stroll on foot, pretty woman. Strolling on foot Ill step on pebbles, darling; step on pebbles, darling. If you step on pebbles Ill bring you sandals, pretty woman; bring you sandals, pretty woman. If you bring sandals I might hurt my shawl, darling; hurt my shawl, darling. If you hurt your shawl then wash your clothes, pretty woman; wash your clothes, pretty woman. If I wash my clothes then Ill get cold, darling; get cold, No. 95 (July-August 1996)
darling. If you get cold then cover up, pretty woman; cover up pretty woman. [Note that the words used here are pardo rakho, literally keep purdah that is, stay home secluded. This reference to purdah is certainly deliberate and ironic.] Covered up Ill get hot, darling; get hot, darling. If you get hot Ill bring a cooler, pretty woman; Ill bring a fan, pretty woman.9 A fan will muss my braid, darling; muss my braid, darling. If your braid gets mussed Ill bring a barrette, pretty woman; a barrette, pretty woman. A barrette could tear my sari, darling; tear my sari, darling. If your sari tears whats it matter to you, pretty woman? Whats it matter to you, pretty woman?
Prem Bai at her home in Jaswantpura saikal baitho, ye gauri; saikal baitho, ye gauri saikal baitha to chakkar ava, ra piya; chakkar ava, ji piya chakkar ava to paidal ghumo, ye gauri; paidal ghumo, ye gauri paidal ghuma to kankar gadgya, ji piya; kankar gadgya, ji piya
8 For another song in which a non-literate girl complains of her literate husbands going astray, see Ann Grodzins Gold and Bhoju Ram Gujar, Drawing Pictures in the Dust: Rajasthani Childrens Landscapes, Childhood (vol. 2, 1994): pp. 73-91. On husbands fanning as a frequent euphemism for sexual intercourse in womens songs, see Gloria Goodwin Raheja, Crying When Shes Born, and Crying When She Goes Away: Marriage and the Idiom of the Gift in Pahansu Song Performance, in Hindu Marriage from the Margins, ed. Lindsey Harlan and Paul Courtright (New York: Oxford University Press), pp. 19-59.
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kankar gadgya to chappal lyadyu, ye gauri; chappal lyadyu, ye gauri chappal lyao to dupato lag, ji piya; dupato lag, ji piya dupato lag to kapara dhaulyo, ye gauri; kapara dhaulyo, ye gauri, kapara dhauva to sardi lag, ji piya; sardi lag, ji piya sardi lag to pardo rakho, ye gauri; pardo rakho, ye gauri pardo rakha to garmi lag, ji piya; garmi lag, ji piya garmi lag to kular lyadyu, ye gauri; pankho lyadyu, ye gauri pankho lyadyo to choti bagar, ji piya; choti bagar, ji piya choti bagar to bakal lyadyu, ye gauri; bakal lyadyu ye gauri, bakal lyao to sari phat, ji piya; sari phat, ji piya sari phat to than kai matlab, ye gauri; than kai matlab, ye gauri? Bali and Arami sang this song in slow duet as an exemplary khyal for my benefit. In fact, they sang every word twice, and then, when I asked them to explain what it was about, repeated it all slowly a third time, without the melody. This was the song they wanted to use to show me what khyal were all about, and Bhoju mentioned it again in his letter defining the genre. The song has more English words than most: cycle, cooler, buckle (for barrette). Most Indian readers will know that a kular is somewhere between an electric fan and an air conditioner. No one in the village has one, but they are common among the affluent in the nearby market town. It also refers to a sari, when most Rajasthani village women including the singers wear the traditional skirt, blouse, and wrap. It seems firmly and casually to dismiss purdah with its squelching of womans sexuality (covered up Ill get hot). However, it is not a song of surrender to seduction, either. Rather, its mood is one of enjoyable banter, and perhaps it celebrates the freedom to banter. The male has the last word, though, and he seems to be saying, why not? In real life, no such freedom to engage in public displays of playful flirtation exists for young women. In one case I knew, which took place only a few days after I recorded this song, a Ghatiyali wife was beaten for taking part in an incident far more innocent than this imagined bicycle ride. Violence against women remains a reality against which they must struggle in Rajasthan, as in the United States. Although songs about absent husbands have been traditional, and 20
The songs presented here do not envision a world beyond husbands, but they do begin to imagine and construct a variety of alternatives to destructive domestic situations
are modulated to changing times in khyal, songs describing abusive husbands sound a more radically discordant note. The final text I transcribe here is sung in a local mahila mandal or womens group. It is definitively new, and no one ever called it khyal. It strikes me, though, that the vitality of a genre such as khyal defined as a mode of complaint about the husbands habits, behaviour, and character may enable activists more easily to compose songs such as this one expressing resistance to domestic violence. The mahila mandal is led by a non-literate daughter of Ghatiyali named Prem Bai, also a Gujar. Prem Bais marital home is a much smaller village, Jaswantpura, just a few kilometers down the road. Prem Bai introduced herself to me one day as I was passing through Jaswantpura, and we were drawn together by mutual curiosity. She was accustomed to public speaking, and loved to address the tape recorder. Although I visited her home several times, she sang this song for me unaccompanied, while sitting on my verandah and smoking American cigarettes, which she relished. Here we learn painfully that intimacy with a husband is not necessarily desired bliss; that in-laws may be refuge rather than tyrants. I have happiness from all, O Lord, but incredible sorrow from my husband. He takes a green stick and beats my back, incredible sorrow from my husband, he takes a green kerchief and ties my hands, incredible sorrow from my husband I have happiness from my brother-in-law, happiness from my brother-in-laws wife, I have happiness from my mother-in-law, happiness from my father-in-law, I have happiness from all, O Lord, but incredible sorrow from my husband. He takes a green stick and beats my back, incredible sorrow from my husband, he takes a green kerchief and ties my hands, incredible sorrow from my husband. From my younger brother-in-law I have happiness, and from my younger brother-in-laws wife, I have happiness from all, Oh lord, but incredible sorrow MANUSHI
from my husband. He takes a green stick and beats my back, incredible sorrow from my husband, he takes a green kerchief and ties my hands, incredible sorrow from my husband manai sab sukh hai vo bhagvan gajab dukh parnyan ko ali kanmari syu jhurai mara mor, gajab dukh parnyan ko hariya rumalya syu bandhya mara hath, gajab dukh parnyan ko jeth ji ko sukh hai re manai, jaithyani ko sukh hai sasu ji ko sukh hai re manai, susaraji ko sukh hai manai sab sukh hai vo bhagvan, gajab dukh parnyan ko ali kanmari syu jhurai mara mor, gajab dukh parnyan ko hariya rumalya syu bandhya mara hath, gajab dukh parnyan ko lalji sukh hai re manai, doranyan ko sukh hai manai sab sukh hai vo bhagvan, gajab dukh parnyan ko ali kanmari syu jhurai mara mor, gajab dukh parnyan ko hariya rumalya syu bandhya mara hath, gajab dukh parnyan ko The man who transcribed this song commented disparagingly on its simplicity and senselessness. It clearly made him uncomfortable. Its message is painfully direct, unsubtle, nothing about necklaces breaking in the dark. The estrangement is neither distance, nor education, but the all too present spouses habitually abusive behaviour. In March 1995, Ruth Vanita gave a wonderful talk at Syracuse University where I teach. She began with reference to the Nicole Simpson case then gripping American minds, urging that feminist thought move beyond cultural specificity. She said in her years with Manushi she found many women who wanted help in getting their husbands to stop beating them, but few who imagined a life without husbands. Her talk was about how to push towards new imaginings of human existence altogether, beyond the gendered limitations common to most societies. Certainly, the songs presented here do not envision a world beyond husbands, but they do begin to imagine and construct a variety of alternatives to destructive domestic situations. These may include a nuclear family household in the husbands workplace, a connection with a new and more attentive partner, or the bold voicing of choral complaints No. 95 (July-August 1996)
Prem Bai, Jaswantpura in the safer space of a mahila mandal. As expressions of feelings, khyal do not supply answers to womens problems. They do reveal womens acute awareness of changes at work in society, and their active search for effective means to claim control over matters affecting their hearts, minds, and lives.
Notes
My foremost debts and gratitude are to the people in Ghatiyali who have welcomed and helped me for almost eighteen years now. I particularly thank Bali Gujar, Arami Gujar, Bhoju Ram Gujar, Shambhu Nath and his whole family for songs, explanations, and help in translations. Colleagues who have contributed to this work include Kirin Narayan, Veena Oldenburg, and Gloria Raheja. I also express deep gratitude to the United States EducationalFoundation in India and the American Institute of Indian Studies for supporting my research in Rajasthan.
All photographs by Ann Grodzins Gold except the one on p.17 which was taken by Bhoju Ram Gujar. Ann Grodzins Gold is a professor in the Department of Religion at Syracuse University in New York. Her recent book, Listen to the Herons Words: Reimagining Gender and Kinship in North India (co-authored with Gloria Raheja) focuses on womens expressive traditions. 21