June 19, 2025

Folk Music, Film Violence, and the Theft No One Talks About





Category: Culture | Cinema | Ethics
Tags: Folk Music, Bollywood, Bihar Culture, Gangs of Wasseypur, Cultural appropriation,Controversy ,Hijacked


Have you heard the soulful Sasural Genda Phool or the iconic Rang Barse Chunar Wali from Silsila? These are not just tunes set to catchy beats—they are Chhattisgarhi and Uttar Pradesh folklores that have carved a lasting space in the hearts of millions. Rooted in regional traditions yet carried forward by Bollywood’s wide reach, these songs blend cultural authenticity with cinematic charm. Their melodies echo with generations of stories, celebrations, and community spirit—proof that folk music, when honoured, never fades.

These fokelores belong to the people, carried forward as oral traditions, evolving with each generation as communities shape them through lived experience.

We grew up surrounded by countless threads of folklore woven into our everyday lives. For instance, in our village, nearly a month before Holi, we would start assembling every evening on the chabutra at the heart of the village. For two to three hours, voices would rise in unison as we sang Hori songs—joyful, teasing, soaked in colour and memory. One person would set the beat with a gentle thapki on the dholak, coaxing a steady rhythm from its taut skin, while another shook the jhanjhar in time, its metallic jingles weaving through the melodies like tiny bursts of laughter. The music created a spell, drawing everyone into its pulse—an unspoken invitation to let go, to belong, to celebrate.

Similarly, A week before Holi, we children would gather every evening, sacks slung over our shoulders, going door to door, knocking joyfully and singing in chorus:

"Jay jajamani tora sone ke kebadi do go goitha da!" — which literally means — “O revered patron, may your doorway be adorned with gold — but please give us just two cow dung cakes!”
That playful, sun-drenched childhood — chasing each other barefoot, singing age-old folk verses, collecting cow dung cakes like treasure, and laughing till our stomachs hurt — was priceless.

Ahh, what glorious and mischievous days those were!

Not like today's childhood, where fingers scroll screens more than they touch the soil... where memories are stored in cloud drives instead of the heart.

Echoes of some of these folklore spirit still make their way into Hindi films, often turning into super duper hit songs that blend tradition with mass appeal.—the most iconic being “Hori Khele Raghuveera” or "Rang Barse Bhige Chunarwali", which beautifully captures the essence of traditional Hori folklore.

& then I heard "Jiya tu Bihar ke Laala" in a film — basically a Bihar folk song in a new jacket. But guess what? Nothing was new in this song. Still The credits say: Lyrics by Niraj Grover.

Not even a passing nod to the original folk roots. No “adapted from a Bihar folk tradition.” Nothing.

Oh silly me — I forgot. When the elite borrow from the masses, it’s not called theft. It’s called “artistic inspiration.”

My bad. Next time I’ll remember the rule: Steal smart, call it creative.

Oh no, no shade to Niraj Grover — he did absolutely nothing. Literally. Didn’t write the song, didn’t direct the scene, didn’t even object to the blatant misuse of the soul of Bihar’s folklore.

A perfect bystander in the great cultural heist — watching silently as a centuries-old melody was dragged onto a blood-soaked set and told, “Dance, peasant.”

The real artist-in-charge here is "Anurag Kashyap", who thought, “You know what this bloodbath needs? A soulful Bihar folk tune!”

Because obviously, when centuries of tradition echo through a melody, the best use of it is to accompany... a bloodbath.

So again, here’s my humble question to the visionary- Mr. Kashyap:

Was there no pause, no reflection, before turning Bihar’s musical legacy into a soundtrack for savagery?
Was there really no better place to park Bihar’s folk soul than in a puddle of cinematic blood?

A song that echoes through village grounds, chanted by Bihari children to uplift their teammates during local games—was it right to strip it of its innocence and reframe it as a backdrop to violence?

Some basic sense of moral responsibility should have been exercised.

After all, when a cultural treasure is borrowed, it deserves respect—not distortion.

This blog explores both the artistic impact and the cultural dilemmas posed by this creative choice.

Folk Song vs. Film Song: A Cultural Contrast

Traditional folk songs in Bihar aren’t penned in air-conditioned studios with coffee in hand. They rise from the dust of the fields, from mango groves and mud courtyards—sung during harvests, weddings, and village fairs. These songs are not written, they are lived—passed down like heirlooms, reshaped by grandmothers, farmers, and festive chaos.

But then cinema steps in—puts a spotlight, a beat drop, and a bloodbath on it. “Jiya Ho Bihar Ke Lala” becomes less about cultural pride and more about cinematic swagger. Because apparently, nothing says “authentic Bihar” like gangsters with guns dancing to a wedding tune.

Sacred? Sentimental? Doesn’t matter. As long as it gives the audience goosebumps before the next bullet is fired. The song, once meant to honour the land, is now background music for body counts.

And somewhere, the village that gave it birth is left wondering: since when did our celebration become your climax scene?

What the Film Did Well

The only thing the film got right was preserving the authentic tone of the song. At least they didn’t tamper with its raw, rustic energy. Just imagine if the makers had romanticised it—dressed it up with synthetic beats or glossy visuals?

Just listen to “Nazar Lagi Raja Tore Bangle Pe” — the original is soft, rooted, and alive with emotion. But its remake? A pale, plastic version. The soul has been stripped, repackaged, and sold — all sparkle, no substance.

This is what happens when folk music becomes a commodity instead of a cultural memory.

That would’ve been an even greater injustice.

Can This Be Justified?

Yes—if the purpose is to challenge, critique, or comment on violence through irony.
No—if the folk song is merely used as an aesthetic device to dramatize brutality.

The intent behind such creative choices matters. Gangs of Wasseypur may have intended to expose the rot beneath local power structures, but it also carries the burden of not misrepresenting cultural memory.

What Could Have Been Better?

A song like “Jiya Ho Bihar Ke Lala” was never meant to accompany a scene of violence and revenge. Its roots lie in pride, perseverance, and the undying spirit of everyday people. It’s not just a tune—it’s a heartbeat of Bihar’s folk tradition, echoing with grit and resilience.

Have you heard Priyanka Chopra’s “Dil Toh Jiddi Hai”? Or Kangana Ranaut’s empowering anthem “Panga”? Or above all, the cheeky yet inspiring “Bapu Sehat Ke Liye Tu Toh Haanikarak Hai” or the Massive "Dangle" anthem? Each of these songs tells a story—a journey through hardship, a fight for recognition, and ultimately, a celebration of triumph.

Isn’t “Jiya Ho Bihar Ke Lala” in that same league—an anthem of resilience meant to uplift? This song deserved to be the soundtrack of a sports biopic or a tale of transformation, where someone rises from the ashes with dignity and power.

Instead, it was miscast—used as the background score to bloodshed. And in doing so, the film stripped the song of its cultural dignity. It reduced a proud folk tradition to a prop for violence, missing a powerful opportunity to honour what it truly stands for.

Conclusion

Folk music is not just sound; it is memory, identity, and community. Turning a Bihari folk anthem into a gun battle background score is bold—but it walks a thin line between tribute and appropriation.

If Bollywood borrows from folk, it must also give back—with respect, credit, and context. When done right, cinema can preserve and popularize folk culture. When done carelessly, it can flatten centuries of oral tradition into a dramatic soundtrack.



A grave disappointment masquerading as creativity—what a way to leverage a cherished folk song!



Your Thoughts?

Have you seen folk songs used meaningfully or carelessly in films? Do you think the cultural message of “Jiya Ho Bihar Ke Lala” was lost or enhanced by the film?

Share your views in the comments or message us to continue this discussion on culture and cinema.




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...Anu



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June 14, 2025

The Sugar-Coated Chains: How Respect Becomes Control for Indian Women

What is called worst with indian women

The Worst Part of Being an Indian Woman

Today, let’s shift our gaze to the other end of the spectrum.
The subtler, slower poison.


The worst part of being a woman in India?

She is treated with respect.

Yes, you read that right.
Respect.
...Terms and conditions apply.

Let me explain with a story.


Once, a group of village chieftains selected a man and made him the President of their community.

On Day 1, they asked him to stop wearing flashy clothes and stick to simple whites.
On Day 2, they told him to quit smoking—after all, he was a role model now.
Day 3, they told him to make peace with his estranged wife. A divorcee wouldn't earn the same respect.

And slowly, over time, they didn’t just place a crown on his head—they stripped him of his identity.

To the outside world, he was now a leader.
But in truth? He was their puppet.


This is exactly how most Indian women are treated.

They are crowned as goddesses, revered as mothers, praised as caregivers.
“Epitome of patience.”
“Embodiment of sacrifice.”
“Symbol of forgiveness.”

But these aren’t compliments.
These are chains—sugar-coated, cultural shackles.


She should obey.
She should forgive.
She should serve.
She should put everyone else first and herself last.

This is the blueprint of the “ideal Indian woman.”


Actress Rima Kallingal once spoke about how, as a child, she cried because she and her mother weren’t served fish fry—the delicacy was reserved for the elders and the men.

She voiced her hurt.
And the internet trolled her mercilessly.
The video got more dislikes than likes.

Why?
Because it wasn’t “a big deal.”
That’s how things have always been.


In many Indian households:

  • If a son gets wet in the rain, a good mother waits at the door with a towel and prayers.
  • A good wife serves everyone else, eats last, and never complains.
  • A respectable woman doesn’t wear skirts after marriage, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t work late.

If she dares break any of these rules?
She's labeled selfish. Cultureless. Unwomanly.

Even today.


My grandmother was one of the brightest in her class—once held up as an example to others.


source: Internate / Google


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June 13, 2025

Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey — More Than Just a Satire

<b>Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey – Review</b>
Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey


Category: 🎬 Cinema | 🎭 Gender | ✍️ Social Commentary

Tags: Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey, Malayalam Cinema, Feminism in Film, Gender Roles, Patriarchy, Domestic Violence, Women Empowerment, Satirical Cinema, South Indian Films, Social Change Through Cinema


A film I recently watched — "Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey" — left me thinking long after the credits rolled. Directed by Vipin Das, this is a Malayalam satirical drama starring Darshana Rajendran and Basil Joseph. What begins as a quirky domestic tale slowly transforms into one of the most powerfully understated revolutions portrayed on screen.

Some films entertain. Others provoke thought. And then there are those rare ones that gently peel back the curtain and ask -

“Have you ever noticed what we’ve normalised?”

"Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey"- is one such film.

It may seem like a light-hearted satire on the surface, but beneath its humour lies a stark, unsettling truth — the quiet, everyday violence women face within the four walls of their homes.

The main character - Jaya - isn’t a rebel. She’s the girl next door, raised to adjust, obey, and stay silent. The film doesn’t dramatize her pain; it normalizes it, just as society does. A thrown plate. A tight slap. A forced smile that hides bruises — both visible and invisible.

But then, something shifts. Jaya’s fight isn’t loud. It’s smart, steady, and powerful. She doesn’t escape — she reclaims. She doesn’t scream — she strategizes. She doesn’t break down. She fights back — not with rage, but with purpose. And when she hits back, it’s not just resistance. It’s revolution.

This isn’t revenge. It’s realisation — that silence was never her fate.

What makes this film unmissable is its haunting authenticity. Darshana Rajendran — the female protagonist — delivers a breathtaking performance, portraying Jaya’s silence, confusion, fear, and eventual courage with such raw honesty that you forget she’s acting at all.

Basil Joseph, in contrast, is chillingly real as Rajesh — not because he’s a monster, but because he’s disturbingly ordinary, the kind of man society often excuses, forgives, and even praises. Oh, poor boy! Must be tough — taking a hard hit on the ego, and the bump — that too from a woman he thought was just his ‘object.’

The screenplay is razor-sharp, laced with humour that doesn’t cushion patriarchy but slices through it — each laugh carrying a sting. Combined with fast-paced, tight editing and jarring narration, the film captures the emotional chaos of Jaya’s world with precision and power.

Aha! What a judo move she picked up from YouTube — my God, I just can’t get that moment out of my head. Playing in loop.

While watching this film, I found myself not just focusing on the screen — but turning to watch my daughter’s face.

Once, when the scene showed Jaya being denied admission to her dream college, I saw my daughter turn to me, wide-eyed, perhaps a little annoyed —

“Maa, does this actually happen?”

That moment said more than any review ever could.

Later, when Jaya is shown with only hand-me-down clothes to wear, I noticed my daughter go silent. She often styles her brother’s oversized T-shirts — not out of compulsion, but for fun, as part of today’s fashion. Yet in that moment, she seemed to feel Jaya’s lack of choice, and the weight of what it means when your dreams — and even your clothes — are handed down, never truly your own.

This movie didn’t just replay Jaya’s story — it replayed ours. Perhaps parts of so many of us!

What makes this film truly matter is that Jaya doesn’t roar — she endures, she survives. She doesn’t seek validation. She finds strength. Her transformation is not loud — but it is radical. She takes control with silent defiance, cleverness, and courage that stings sharper than any scream. She reclaims her space. Her story is not an exception; it’s a reflection of countless homes where girls are conditioned to shrink so others can shine. Too many women are taught to absorb the hurt in silence, to take the hit and move on. This film hands them a voice — not loud, but firm. Not dramatic, but undeniable.

That rooftop scene? My heart dropped. I feared the worst. But what followed was not defeat — it was defiance. That final smile? It said everything. She didn’t just survive — she reclaimed. Well done, Jaya!

As a fan of light-hearted family films, this one has definitely earned a spot in my personal collection. If I were rating it, I’d give it a glowing 5 stars — it’s that worth watching.

Lately, Bollywood seems to be following a telling trend: when a South Indian film strikes a deep chord with audiences, a Hindi remake is often quick to follow. The latest in line is Mrs., starring Sanya Malhotra — a retelling of the Malayalam gem The Great Indian Kitchen, a searing take on domestic gender dynamics. Given this pattern, it wouldn’t be surprising if Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey is next. Although it’s already dubbed in several languages, including Hindi, and streaming on JioHotstar, a full-fledged Hindi remake might still be on the cards — because some stories demand to be retold, louder and wider, time and again.

In the end, this isn’t just a movie. It’s a mirror, a message, and a movement. It reminds us what happens when a girl who’s always been told to “adjust” decides she won’t anymore.

Watch it. Reflect. Share it.
Because somewhere out there, someone needs to see that they’re not alone.

#JayaJayaJayaJayaHey   #HailToWomanPower   #FamilyMovie   #MovieWorthWatching



The story pauses here… until we turn the next page together.

— Anu



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