{"id":372,"date":"2009-06-18T07:02:53","date_gmt":"2009-06-18T13:02:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/amroha.co.in\/blog\/?p=372"},"modified":"2012-12-11T08:00:48","modified_gmt":"2012-12-11T14:00:48","slug":"surraiya-you-cant-be-oblivious-to-her-golden-voice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.amroha.co.in\/blog\/surraiya-you-cant-be-oblivious-to-her-golden-voice\/","title":{"rendered":"Surraiya &#8211; You can&#8217;t be oblivious to her golden voice"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_741\" style=\"width: 146px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/amroha.co.in\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/suraiya_big.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-741\" class=\"size-full wp-image-741\" src=\"http:\/\/amroha.co.in\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/suraiya_big-e1354708092623.jpg\" alt=\"Suraiya\" width=\"136\" height=\"180\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-741\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Suraiya<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Surraiya Jamal Sheikh &#8211; a dark plain looking girl whose voice tickles the memories and an actress who left her indelible imprints on our mental screens. She was the most graceful and best dressed lady of yester years&#8217; silver screen.<\/p>\n<p>SURRAIYA \u2013 A name that needs no introduction, a voice that tickles the memories, an actress that left her indelible imprints on the mental screen and a graceful deity.<\/p>\n<div>\n<p>Imagine a soft transparent evening, sitting alone in a pensive mood in the abstract silence of your apartment, watching the yonder sunset; a twittering bird hopping aimlessly on the branches of gold showering Amaltas and suddenly she is disturbed. She pulls herself together and sits silently outside your window. Down below, the bhaiya (brother) who was ironing the school dress puts on the radio and it plays:\u00a0<em>&#8216;socha tha kya, kya ho gaya\u2026.&#8217;<\/em>\u00a0You know &#8211; Malika Surraiya is there, behind this magic, with her restrained emotive best from the film<em>Anmol Ghari<\/em>. You become nostalgic; you yearn for something; you long for something; you miss something and you remember something.<\/p>\n<p>Surraiya Jamal Sheikh \u2013 a dark plain looking girl, the only child of her parents from Gujranwala, Punjab\u00a0(now in Pakistan). She was born on June 15, 1929.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>Well versed in Persian and educated at Girls Night School in Bombay, she was introduced to film world\u00a0by her uncle Zahoor, himself a popular villain and actor of his time. He took her to Mohan Studio, Andheri to see the shooting of\u00a0<em> Taj Mahal\u00a0<\/em>to be directed by Nanubhai Vakil. The director looked at her and gave her a break as heroine of\u00a0<em>Taj Mahal<\/em>\u00a0without screen test.Naushad heard her at a Children\u2019s programme at All\u00a0India\u00a0Radio and introduced her as a singer in<em>Sharda\u00a0<\/em>in 1942.<\/p>\n<p>Very few know that she was not a trained singer from any gharana. Mehboob Khan spotted her talents and presented her as heroine in his classical films:\u00a0<em>Anmol Ghari (1945)<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em>Dard (1946).<\/em>KL Saigal took her fancy and recommended her for\u00a0<em>Tadbeer\u00a0<\/em>in 1945. He worked with her in\u00a0<em>Omar Khayyam<\/em>\u00a0in 1946.Surraiya had her most critical learning time with Sajjad Hussain, the elusive and eccentric music maestro who had given the polish to\u00a0Noor Jehan\u2019s singing style and Lata Manegeshkar had always referred him as her loving masterji who had taught Lata how to breathe during singing. He taught her how to make the correct pronunciations of Urdu words.Man mor hua matwala\u2026 the unforgettable song of\u00a0<em>Afsar<\/em>\u00a0still retains its freshness as it were the first day it was sung.<\/p>\n<p>1947 to 52, was the golden period of her life. Noor Jehan and Khursheed Banu had left for Pakistan, Lata was still coming out of the tunes of Noor Jehan and Surriaya was reining supreme as highest paid actress and singer of Bollywood.<\/p>\n<p>She was an empress who did never allowed her subjects to touch her feet or come closer.\u00a0Dev Anand was the only lucky man upon earth who had the access and as the story goes, offered her the ring. That ring was thrown into the sea of Marine Drive at the instruction of her grand-mother. Surraiya never allowed anyone to talk upon her personal life. She rarely attended the film parties and never gave interviews. She never married.<\/p>\n<p>She was the most graceful and best dressed lady of the silver screen. According to the film critics of yester years, no one had a best taste and connoisseur of jewellery than her. She was a very lonely, aloof and private character \u2013 just out of the Dicken\u2019s novel.<\/p>\n<p>She maintained a safer distance as she died a lonely death in her palatial apartment at Marine Line on January 31, 2004, defining silently the rigid space even in her death.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Surraiya Jamal Sheikh &#8211; a dark plain looking girl whose voice tickles the memories and an actress who left her indelible imprints on our mental screens. She was the most graceful and best dressed lady of yester years&#8217; silver screen. 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