Most Famous Bengali Folk Singer Gostho Gopal Das/ ThewallHis empire started as soon as he set foot in rural Bengal beyond the city. He has no rival in rural Bengal. He is the only one there. If you don’t believe, go to any station, bus stand, Kheyaghat or Ganj market late at night. One or the other night waking from the shop is sure to come to your ears, “The moon is on the moon, what shall we do?”” or any song sung by that man.
Slowly you will be hypnotized by the earthy scent of the songs. You will feel the harmony of the songs sung by the people with the metho environment of rural Bengal. It is precisely for this reason that the legendary folk artist has mesmerized the villages and moafswals of West Bengal with his soulful songs for nearly five decades. Gostha Gopal Das (Gostho Gopal Das). Whose song is only life pain and sadness. That’s why he was able to touch the heart of rural Bengal. You will remember the immortal words of the English poet Shelley, “Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thoughts.”
In an obscure village of undivided Dinajpur district, 1948 of the year 8 Gosthagopal was born in January. Father Deenbandhu Das and mother Haridasi also belonged to the Baul community. Dinajpur came from Dinajpur to Laxmanpur village of Hooghly. Gosthagopal’s childhood was spent there. Dinbandhu taught his son Baul, Bhatiali, Bhaviya, Murshidi, Zari and Marfati songs with great care. Kishore Gosthagopal used to sing at the top of his voice while roaming with his friends on the path. His melodious voice passed field after field. The group of farmers stopped weaving paddy and listened eagerly to his music.
The ever-awakening consciousness of the flesh-and-blood body of man is the soul. Baulera wanders madly in search of that soul throughout his life. Gosthagopal was no exception. So, after becoming a young man, he gave himself to Baul song wrapped in mystery. Geeta Devi had already come to life. But there was a lot of poverty in the world. Compulsively, Gosthagopal used to sing on the way at the ghats, trains, stations and bus stands. never alone Sometimes accompanied by majans or herb sellers.
As swarms of bees rush to fragrant flowers in search of honey. Just like that, his melodious voice used to attract passers-by like a magnet. Gosthagopal used to sing songs. Medicines made from Madan or herbs were sold there. With a small amount of money, the tired Gosthagopal would return home in the darkness of the night with his head bowed. Geeta Devi somehow managed the family with that little money.
Despite his abject poverty, his name began to spread in the bazaars of rural Bengal. His effortless enunciation, his voice playing the strings effortlessly began to hypnotize people. ‘Baul Guru’ Subal Das found the disciple in a crowd of thousands of people. Who performed Baul songs in about fifty countries of the world. Gaurakshyapa, Pawan Das Baul, Nimaichand Baul and later Karthik Das Baul got established in the world court by accepting his discipleship. That Subal Das Baul brought Gosthagopal to a function in Arangghata in Nadia. Gosthagopal won the hearts of the audience with his first appearance. Bengal recognized a rising star in the sky of Baul music.
Gosthagopal’s song intoxicated the mind of Nepal Das Baul. He brought Gosthagopal to the bank of the river. Gosthagopal, a bohemian by nature, settled permanently at Dhanhata in Paschimpara. His paddy hut became the arena of Kshapa bowls. Gosthagopal did not have to look back after that. Village Bengal was intoxicated by the music of Gosthagopal, a handsome ocher man with khamak in hand, roskali on his forehead, and hair tied in buns. At that time there was no place in rural Bengal where Gosthagopal did not step.
In the crowd of bright stars lighting up the sky of Baul Sangeet, lyricist Paritosh Das, lyricist-composer Neelkamal Roy, and Chandrakant Nandi were not mistaken in recognizing the new star. It was the era of cassettes. Cassettes of Gosthagopal’s songs began to be released by Karan-Kiran and Gathani companies. Each cassette was a super hit as soon as it hit the market.
Not much was sold in the city. But the cassettes started selling like Christmas cakes from gram ganj, Mufasa, and suburban cassette shops. Companies struggled to meet the demands of retailers. Gosthagopal reached every people of rural Bengal almost with meteor speed. There was no such person in rural Bengal at that time who did not listen to his song “Tangra Tabu Katan Jai”.
Gosthagopal’s song, “Guru Na Bhaji Mui”, started shaking the hearts of the people of rural Bengal. “The moon is on the moon”, “Don’t sleep ar be hula”, “Oh my gosh”, “There is a call to kill rats”, “Birds when they fly”, “Dam female jayo mishe”, “Ore haar mor jaliya gale”, “I will not go to the chariot fair”, “My wife does not listen to me”, “Jai Shiv Shankar Param Ishwar”, “Who gave me pain”, “My friend is in a certain country”, “My old friend is gone”, “Pirit is broken”. Dhutura Flower”, “May the birth of my Baul house be repeated again and again” including countless timeless songs.
Gosthagopal became so popular during that period that even the traditional artists of those days did not dare to sing after singing on stage. The police had to be brought down to handle the Gosthagopal Night crowd. Gosthagopal sang on Aakashvani and Calcutta Doordarshan in the midst of fame. He made the London audience go crazy with his songs. However, for an unknown reason, Gosthagopal Bratya remained in the inner city. His mesmerizing voice echoed through the city lanes, a rare occurrence.
A tragic incident happened in 1984. Prime Minister Indira Gandhi was shot dead by bodyguards. Gosthagopal sang with tears in his voice “October thirty-one, nineteen eighty-four, Wednesday afternoon, Alas, what terrible news the Indians got on the radio.” The song spread all over Bengal. It is heard that Delhi later wanted to reward the artist. Gosthagopal returned the award to Sabina. Marmi Baul Gosthagopal did not want to glorify himself in this tragic chapter of the nation.
The simple man never thought that there was politics in the world of music. However, he realized that the skyrocketing popularity was his undoing. His meteoric rise has become the envy of many. Acknowledging his thoughts, adoption soon descended on Gosthagopal’s life. Gosthagopal started to wrap himself up slowly. Gosthagopal, who believed in fortune-telling, sang that immortal song, “How long will the whirlwind of the river of life be eaten by the mind.”
He never appreciated his talent. Despite earning a lot, nothing could be sustained. So at the end of his life, Gosthagopal was consumed by severe financial difficulties. He took refuge in addiction to forget his sorrow. Realized that the hedgehog inside the cage will fly away before time. That is why he sang long before his death, the song written and composed by Sri Pranabananda Maharaj,“The game is over, don’t worry, it’s not too late to leave.” 1986 of the year 4 December Gosthagopal left crying with two wives, one son, three daughters, and billions of enthralled audience. A long time ago. At only thirty-eight years of age.
Almost four decades have passed since the death of Gosthagopal Das. Today when Hayabusa and Ferrari teams shake the city in the dark of night. Psychedelic lights danced to the tune of Honey Singh’s ‘Party All Night’, just then an elderly tea shopkeeper, awake at night in a corner of rural Bengal, picked up a faded cassette that had been preserved with great difficulty. Gosthagopal sings as a night bird, “I haven’t found a man who hasn’t hurt me.” Grambangla said with tearful eyes, “Friend, come one more time. Go see me. I want to take a look.”