- Initial release: 1951
- Genres: Family, Bollywood, Drama
bade armaano se rakhaa hai balam teri kasam o balam teri kasam pyaar ki duniyaa me ye pahalaa kadam ho, pahalaa kadam judaa na kar sakege hamako zamaane ke sitam ho, zamaane ke sitam pyaar ki duniyaa me ye pahalaa kadam ho, pahalaa kadam le uthaa pyaar bhi agadaai hai, dil bhi jahaan aji, aise me li_e jaate ho tum bolo kahaan dur duniyaa ki nigaaho se kahi jaaege ham pyaar ki duniyaa me ye pahalaa kadam ho, pahalaa kadam teri do aankho me dikahte hai mujhe dono jahaa inhi me kho gayaa dil meraa kaho dhundhu kahaan chaand ghatataa ho ghate apani mohabbat na ho kam pyaar ki duniyaa me ye pahalaa kadam ho, pahalaa kadam meri naiyaa ko kinaare kaa itazaar nahi teraa aanchal ho to patavaar bhi darakaar nahi tere hote hue kyo ho mujhe tufaan kaa gam pyaar ki duniyaa me ye pahalaa kadam ho, pahalaa kadam
film (Malhar) (1951)Bamrmann
Malhar (1951)
| Film cast: | Arjun, Shammi, Moti Sagar, Sonali Devi, Prem, Sunalini Devi, Kanhaiya Lal, Sankatha |
| Singer: | Lata Mangeshkar, Mukesh |
| Lyricist: | Indeevar, Shyam Lal |
| Music Director: | Roshan |
| Film Director: | Harish (2) |
| Film Producer: | Mukesh |
| External Links: | Malhar at IMDB |
Plot :
In the large mansion of the Thakur Sahib, the stage was set for the
enactment of a poignant triangle drama. Besides his renegade son,
Anand, and his pretty daughter. Reshmi, there was another soul
sheltering under the same roof. Son of a deceased friend of his young
Rattan had been brought up by Thakur Sahib from a kid and given a place
in his affections as consciopus and unchallengeable as that occupied by
his own son and daughter. Handsome, bright-eyed, well-mannered Rattan
soon carved for himself a well recognised niche in the home of his
adoption. . It may have been mere calf-love at first but as the years
rolled by and the three children grew bigger Reshmi and Rattan showed an
unmistakble fondness for each other an attachment upon which aging
Thakur smiled in silent benediction and his hot-tempered, wastefull son
frowned malignantly. . The scheming Anand patiently bided his time. He
knew he had not long to wait. His father kept indifferent health and,
soon very soon, he woule be dead and then.. . So, as soon as the old
Thakur was creamted. Anand promptly ignored his fathers bedside behest
that the Reshmi-Rattan union should not only be encouraged but duly
permitted to find a logical conclusion. Instead, progressively
increasing his severity towards the young lover, he finally turned him
out of the house-the big old house that had been he only home helpless
Rattan had known ever since he could remember-and gave away his bitterly
anguished, but uncomplaining, sister in marriage to a rich,
happy-go-lucky college friend of his named Bihari. He considered the
latter a fruitful source for the financing of his own prfligate
pursiuts-a kind of a golden goose with capacity to lay indefinetly. .
Rattan had inherited from his father an old family mansion. In their
youthful, romantic fancy, Reshmi and he had built dreams around it,
planned to make it their home in due course. "You, and you alone", he
had vowed to her", shall be first to step into fate had willed he should
choose the latter course. So, about the same time as Reshmi was going
the seven steps with Bihari around the sacred fire, another larger
fire-started by the disappointed lover-was consuming his own large
house, to the accompaniment of the hooting of owls and the howling of an
unkind wind. . Here the story enters its second phase, epicting the
struggle of a beautiful, conscientous, well-bred girl, torn between a
love imposed on her by custom and religion and antoher dictated by the
heart. Reshmi gathered around her an apparently impregnable crust of
fatalism. As a wife she had a duty to perform. She performed it with a
fanatic fervour that held people spellbound. She obstinately refused
to listen to the anguished cry of her heart. She overworked herself.
She tried all the could to forget the past, to think only of the
present. To outdistance the painful memories that were for ever
threatening to overtake her became with her an obsession. . But it was
an unequal struggle, Reshmi found herself overwhelmed by this
psychological conflict. The emotional juggernaut made short shrift of
her. She fell ill, recovered fell ill again and given up as incurable
on the suggestion of a selfish, short sighted mother-in-law, was
segregated into the hut of their gardener and there left to die.
[Source: Booklet]
Shammi – Interview
Shammi – Interview
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