A spurned lover lets loose a poignant evocation of his tryst with unrequited love in the house of a well-known publisher, Mr. Ghosh (Rehman), upon seeing the latterโs wife Meena (Mala Sinha), who once meant the world to him. Decrying the demise of integrity in true love when struck by the dreariness of materialism, he confronts the existential vacuum of regret and rejection. His voice is somber when he ardently declares โ โJaane who kaise log the jinke pyaar ko pyaar milaโ (I wonder who those people are who receive the love they truly seek). The cognoscenti listens and absorbs โ beguiled and perplexed โ but is eerily muted in response. The esteemed gathering is shaken and aghast at encountering palpable flashes of raw truth, revealing the hollow delusions it has latched onto. There is fleeting acknowledgment, but it is soon muffled in the deafening silence of apathy and self-absorption. In a saturnine trance, Vijay (Guru Dutt) continues to bare his soul in a profound, lyrical presentation of his poetry, unmindful of public acceptance.
The singular scene is from Pyaasa (Thirst) (1957), Guru Duttโs poetically surreal masterpiece in which he plays the passionate, vagrant poet Vijay. It is a multi-layered accomplishment teeming with religious, political, social, and patriotic themes. They are inseparably tangled in a decadent urban milieu lurking beneath the luster of post-independence optimism. The film, unwavering in its conviction, culminates in the rejection of fame as an artifice invented by a flawed society that abysmally fails to recognize its true artists. Formerly written as Kashmakash (Conflict) during the tough days of actual struggle, it was drafted many times and altered throughout the course of the filmโs production. Dutt teamed up with the poet Sahir Ludhianvi to get the correct lyrics. He used many of his former literary pieces as references to create Vijayโs character and the tumultuous world around him. VK Murthy, his frequent collaborator, lent visual flair to the subject while SD Burman composed the songs and background score. With a perceptive amalgamation of lighting, close-ups, music, and symbolic imagery, Dutt forged a unique, endearing aesthetic to reflect his rumination on Romanticism.
Concerned with the erosion of humanity and truth in an uncaring, deceptive world, the Romantic poet eschews the role of an apologist and takes injustice head-on. He has a singular weapon in his hand โ the ability to wield the pen. When he encounters another self-effacing individual ostracized in daylight yet amorously desired as darkness engulfs the homeless on the streets, he construes the woman as a fragmentary embodiment of his own struggle in the search for enduring authenticity. In Pyaasa, Vijay perceives Gulabo (Waheeda Rehman) not as a vicarious object of pleasure but as an unblemished and poignant reflection of his own self. Gulabo begins to bracket the intricacies of Vijayโs poetry with the arduous quest for her own meaning, even though she initially uses his writing to importune herself. When she discovers that the penniless pursuer she turned away was none other than her cherished poet, she decides to make amends by empathizing with his inner crisis.
Vijay is deep in despair and penury, driven out of his own house by the asperities of disowning brothers. Guru Dutt makes evident his initial preoccupation with a nihilist theme central to almost all his films post-Pyaasa โ the annihilation of the self. Guru Dutt understands this theme as an ambivalent emotion, almost nascent in a mercurial yet perceptive protagonist. Vijay drowns his misery and failure in alcohol, aimlessly mingling in unscrupulous dens of vice โ places where even the most ardent chauvinist is a slave of amorous desire. Even here, Vijay cannot detach himself from his inherent cognizance. His gift of creativity is now a curse as he embroils himself in the ghastly dystopia of a red-light district. His observations are more than words of description, questioning the very idea of patriotism and dignified morality โ both vanish when bruised souls cower in young, hapless bodies peddled as property. The wailing of a hungry infant is also muffled so that a dance performance by the infantโs mother may continue unhindered. Vijay can bear no more, and he unleashes his own conscience on the insidious inhumanity around him.
Abdul Sattar (Johnny Lever), a nonchalant, quirky, and peculiarly forthcoming masseur, acts as a foil for Vijayโs more brooding stature. Their light exchanges are simmering with age-old conflicts of ways to live life โ pine for truth and beauty at the cost of sinking in the ocean or keep on sailing gleefully till you reach land. Sattar advocates the latter with zest as he struts around touting the virtues of his trade in a poem written again by Vijay. Abdul Sattarโs character is not mere happenstance. Still, it represents the other side of the coin โ not the counterfeit handed to Vijay but the currency that keeps both Sattarโs visceral joy and Vijayโs cerebral anguish going. Sattar also proves to be of immeasurable help when he engineers Vijayโs escape from a ghastly prison meant for the mentally ill. On seeing the quagmire and shock of blind madness, Vijay decides to be iron-willed in his desire to unmask the ailing face of society. Rejecting Sattarโs cheeky call for buoyancy, he is emboldened to continue his arduous quest alone.
As the ultimate betrayal of his own kin and those around wound him, Vijay rejects the world and all that comes with it in a climactic sequence strikingly reminiscent of crucifixion. Using lighting, long shots, and space as distinct structural elements, rhythmically ensconced in evocative music, connote shades of the surreal. โYe duniya agar mil bhi jaye toh kya haiโ (Even if the world hails me and my work, I will reject it) โ a point-blank refusal to blind oneself with illusions of a merciless, hypocritical people, forms the pivot of the film. At this juncture of the narrative, Dutt embraces the core of Romanticism and also uses melodrama with flair, underscoring crucial emotions dictating essential character graphs. He reveals his artful sensibilities with aplomb for the audience within and without. The audience in the film, however, is unable to forego the intangible fetters their poet mightily rejects and is prone to impulse, soon descending into a raucous, chaotic state. The erstwhile patrons of literature are now an unruly mob in the clutches of delirium when their beliefs are attacked. Gulabo is the only member who has finally redeemed herself as she beholds Vijayโs poise. Her tears betray a freedom she has seldom felt before. As Vijay decides to severe his tether to materialism, he seeks out Gulabo โ the only woman who can be his anchor, a soul longing to give life meaning. They proceed hand in hand, walking towards the setting Sun.
It would be years before Pyaasa would be resurrected from the annals of Hindi cinema, finally freed of its alleged mainstream character and exalted to the pedestal of a classic. Its creatorโs unfortunate demise had already occurred by then, leaving behind an everlasting thirst for self-expression and an unwavering love for filmmaking. His command over the language of cinema has been consistently praised ever since, and his deep understanding of human emotion is cathartic to the discerning viewer. Pyaasa remains etched in the memory of all who have experienced its sheer beauty โ not lush, ornate scenery but a fearless, humble poet wafting through urban shadows, transcending space and time.