Friday, April 6, 2012

No Marx for Mamata

Mamata Bannerji and others decided that  Marx and Engels can not constitute the staple of school history syllabus in West Bengal any more.

Mamata ji's spokesperson, Derek O'Brien said History did not begin with the Bolsheviks and end with the Basus and Bhattacharjees. He was giving an official explanation about the  'urgent' decision to change  school level history syllabus.  

As quotations go, Derek's is an excellent one. The introduction of a range of ideas and movements from around the world  is certainly an appreciable move,too. But the exclusion of a Marxist History is not exactly a supportable approach, being not so dissimilar to the  decades of  exclusionism practised by the Left governments. After all,  Marx did not ask the Leftist governments to propagate only one monolithic ideology! Nor does Mamata di's  rewriting of History in school text-books  guarantee a turning back of the Bengali clock! Generations of students  influenced by Marxism  walked down Shakespeare Sarani! And  precisely those 'influenced' voters  toppled the Left government, to bring the TMC to power.

What goal is served by  excluding Marxism, and English Newspapers from the public domain, didi?  The same , perhaps, as keeping Salman Rushdie and Taslima Nasreen out in exile? And the impending exit of some American Historian who lived 41 years in Pondicherry to turn out a book on the lives of Sri Aurobindo?

Didi and Derek should learn that  exclusionism does not lead to efficient governance. Mamata already knows how exclusionism boomerangs...consequent to Dinesh Trivedi's Railway Budget and the National level fiasco, India was on the edge of a snap general election; the Contortionist Acts of politicians across the board  gave plenty of signals to the world that 'ALL IZZ not WELL' with  this Biggest Democracy of the world. The 'tamasha' of Antony and truck O'Tatra ,  Generals Singh versus Singh, and finally the  Suspicions of the CoupExpress have  given  scope for mirth over dearth.

Lessons can be learnt from all this. But not, one daresay, solely from Pashchim Banga's History Books due in June 2012.

Friday, January 13, 2012

The Indian Nation and Screenimagination


The movie camera has captured certain developments in India as no other chronicler has. An imagination greater than that of middle-class mythologies, an ideology that’s more radical than Kalki avataar’s, a narrative that is more racy than history or fiction, and a socio-political consciousness that puts to shame all election manifestoes – that is Indian cinema; at all events Hindi Cinema, which is more or less the most popular art/entertainment mode of India.


Telugu Cinema is known to be the next biggest cinema industry in India. However, since a considerable number of Telugu, Tamil and Kannada films are remakes of each other if not simply dubbed (voice-over) versions, and many Hindi films are remakes or dubbed versions of these South Indian films, it may not be unreasonable to view South Indian Cinema (along with Hindi films) as the most representative sample of Indian Cinema. Indeed, there is so much exchange between South Indian and Hindi Cinema, that one might treat all of it as the totality of mainstream Indian Cinema.


This mainstream Indian Cinema has, over the years, resorted to fantasy as the chief mode of ‘solving’ social problems. An imagined India has emerged as a counterpoint to the reality of a nation in perpetual turmoil. But this cinemagined India has not remained a constant; it has changed with the passage of time and trends. An entire history and mythology has given way to its modernized version. Thus comes to pass a violence that the Buddha and Gandhi would have blanched at; and Asoka’s Kalinga war would barely merit juxtaposition, forget the ‘Rakkasi Thangadi’ of the Kannada people (Battle of Talikota, Bahamani alliance vs. Vijayanagara Empire,1565), and Jalianwala bagh of the Punjab. The nation in turmoil has given rise to a cinemagination that celebrates the maniacal violence of the single, Kalki avatar-hero who is defender of good and destroyer of evil. The cinemagined assumptions underlying the construction and depiction of this modern mythology, the interpolation/ interlacing of mythic and cultural imagination and iconography as a response to systemic erosion; the social reality of passive acceptance of horrific conditions, and the cinematic response of superhuman heroism in neutralizing, if not emphatically conquering and decimating the forces of evil – is a representation of a civilizational paradox worth studying and chronicling.


Such a study, I suggest, will demonstrate the cinemagined commitment to social reform and the notionality of national good in real time as seen in Indian mainstream cinema. The camera places chimeras before us and we, as a people are lapping it up because reality gives not a chance of triumph to a moral order, old new or reinvented. Cinemagination is the new anodyne to the masses, who applaud in theatres, cinema-solutions to what they suffer silently in reality in reality while the nation crumbles upon itself. It is almost as if imagination overtook the nation even before the nation could be born The fantasy of the midnight’s child has given no chance to the nation to emerge from the shadow of the valley of death. The camera does – in shadow play.


Will Senapati , the Only One (Okaey Okkadu), Singamalai and Tagore really come?


The number of South Indian films from the days of Gemini Productions, Prasad Art Productions, AVM, and Vijaya Vauhini, which have been either remade in or dubbed into Hindi or vice-versa , is quite considerable. Chandralekha, Prema Lekhalu (Aah), Pakkinti Ammaayi (Padosan), Aththaa Oka Inti Kodaley (Saas Bhji Kabhi Bahu Thi), Illarikam (Sasuraal), Kaadalikka Neramillai/Preminchi Choodu (Pyaar Kiye Jaa), Paapa Kosam (Nanha Farishta),Kula Daivam (Bhaabhi, ‘chal ud jaa re panchee’ fame), Suvarna Sundari (‘Kuhoo Kuhoo Boley Koyaliya’ fame), Anarkali (Anarkali of ‘Yeh Zindagee Useeki hai, jo kiseeka ho gaya’),Nazraana (Pelli Kaanuka) . Gruha Lakshmi / Vivaaha Bandham were remakes of the Bengali film Saat Paa ke Baandha; and Vivaaha Bandham in turn was made into the Hindi film Kora Kaagaz, Mooga Manasulu (Milan),Punarjanma ( Khilona), Ritwik Ghaatak’s Meghe Dhaake Tara (Anthu leni Katha), Parineetha as Parineetha, Mana Voori Paandavulu (Hum Paanch), Shankaraabharanam (Sur Sangam with Girish Karnad), Yugandhar (remake of Don) are a small sample. The famous Malayalam film Tulaabhaaram was made into a less successful Hindi one Samaaj ko Badal Daalo. Takazhi Sivasankara Pillai’s Chemmeen did not have the honour of being remade in Hindi ( but one major feature of Malayalam cinema at that juncture was Salil Chaudhuri’s music. Other musicians who helped integrate this mainstream cinema were Raghunath Paanigrahi, Shankar of the Shankar-Jaikishen duo, and M.S. Subbulakshmi through her role as Meera). Dilip Kumar’s Ram aur Shyam was originally NTR’s Ramudu-Bheemudu ; Dil Ek Mandir was remade as Manasey Mandiram , and Aadmi was again an NTR original Gudigantalu.


The Jeetendra,Jayaprada, Sridevi phase of ‘Madrasi’ films in Hindi is recent enough to support this ‘main-streaming’ of the Bollywood and South Indian cinema. While South Indian actresses and actors went into Bollywood in the early phase – Classical dancers such as Vaijayantimala, Waheeda Rehman, Padmini, Raagini, & Hema Malini; talented actresses such as Pandari Bai, Geetanjali , Savitri,B.Saroja Devi, Jamuna, Bharati,Rekha, Talluri Rameshwari,Jayaprada, Sridevi, Bhanupriya etc. occasionall; an NTR or Gemini Ganesan in a couple of Hindi films, Girish Karnad, Anant Nag, Rajnikaanth, Mohan Lal, Madhavan and the enduring Kamala Haasan, -- a reverse trend, further strengthening the premise, is quite noticeable now, especially with actresses who get into Malayalam, Tamil and Telugu films across the linguistic barrier--Khushboo,Naghma, Bhumika Chawla, Sonali Bendre, Aarti Aggarrwal, Amisha Patel, Shriya … Amrish Puri, Paresh Rawal ,, Sayaji Shinde…


I would like to call this the mainstream Indian cinema.


In this mainstream cinema came occasional flashes of social and political consciousness. Duniya Na Maane (Kunku in Marathi), Do Bigha Zamin, Shaheed (Dilip Kumar, Kamini Kaushal), Sikandar (Prithviraj Kapoor and Sohrab Modi) Naya Daur (Dilip Kumar), Mother India, Dr.Kotnis ki Amar Kahani, Awaara and Shri 420,Jaagte Raho,Sujaata, Jis Desh Mein Gangaa Behti Hai,Do Aankhen Baarah Haath, films Kaalam Marindi and Mana Desam in Telugu , are such films.

In all these films, there is a visible motif which indicates the movie-makers’ awareness and perceptions of social and political realities , and the key role they expected their heroes to play in the narrations; and the key role of such films in the making of a new India.


The songs– meta narratives-- tell these stories powerfully :” watan ki raah mein watan ke nau jawan shaheed ho” ( may the young men of the country became martyrs in the nation’s cause, on the road to nationhood; the Hindi poet Makhanlal Chaturvedi had earlier written a poem : mujhe tod lena vanamaali/us path par tum dena phenk/ maatr bhoomi par sheesh chadaane/ jis path jaayein veer aneik);exhortations to children , “Aaso bachchon tumhe dikaaye jhaanki Hindusatan kii” (Pradeep’s immortal song for children), “Ham laaye hain toofan se kishti nikaal ke, is desh ko rakhna mere bachchon samhaal ke” ( Jaagruti; out of cyclone we have brought this boat / My children, keep this country secure and afloat); “insaaf ki dagar pe bachchon dikhao chalke/ yeh desh hai tumhaara, neta tumhee ho kal ke” ( walk on the path of justice children/ you will lead the country into tomorrow,then); stress on unity, dignity and strength of labour “Saathi haath badhaana ( Extend your hand, comrade/ man will tire , if alone/ join hands together and abide); the nostalgic “jahaan daal daal par sone ki chidiyaan kartee hai baseraa/ woh Bharat desh hai mera” ( where on every branch of every tree, Lives a golden sparrow free/ that Bharat is my country); to the renascent Indian eagerly visualizing the future , “Chohrro kal ki batein, kal ki baat puraani, naya daur hai likhenge, mil kar nayee kahaani, Ham Hindustaan”i ( Let go the past, yesterday’s word aside cast/ This is a New Cycle, we’ll script it well/ we are all Indian, Indian all) .In all these films the songs are metonyms; the characters and the themes , metaphors .


The central characters in these films were deeply committed to certain ideologies and were portrayed as instruments of change, arrows of God. I would single out Raju fromJis Desh Mein Ganga Behti Hai as the model, the quintessential innocent do-gooder, a Chaplinesque, golden-hearted bounder… He is ‘king’ of the land where the Ganges flows in all its pious purity and , his job is to make new songs all the time and sing them to the world – should there be no listeners, just sing to himself, a bit like Shelley’s skylark (“mera naam Raaju gharaana anaam/behati hai Ganga jahaaan mera dhaam … kaam naye nith geet banana/geet banaa ke jahaan ko sunanaa/koyi na miley tau Akeley mein gaanaa…”); and the burden of the song, the narrated narrative, would be that truth lived on the lips where purity lived in the heart (“honthon pe sachaai rehti hai, jahaan dil mein safaayee rehti hai”); that one must live and love ,else one simply hangs(on?) to death (“pyaar kar le, naite phaansi chadh jaayegaa”); and when some one goes astray, there is a society that beckons to them, a moral order that re-invites them into its fold, so let us all go back, not spurn it. The goodness of Raju rules the disintegrating world , and he along with Kamini (Kammo, the one who attracts , allures, the home-maker and sustainer of kinship-ethic) ) draws you back into the moral order with invisible threads of love (“aaa ab laut Chalein … nainaa bichaaye ,baahen pasaare, tujhko pukaare desh teraa”). He is KING. He is an incarnation, may I suggest, of Lord Vishnu in the Krishnaavataara, who sings (geet banaa ke jahaan ko sunana , make songs and sing them for the world)),dances and plays into the hearts of people and -- sings the Song Celestial (Bhagavad Geetha) which shows the path of righteousness ; or a Jayadeva’s Geeta Govinda ( Govinda’s Song of Love), to a world caught in moral turmoil ?.


This pattern of a ‘good’ man, ‘good’ action, and restoration of ‘good’ is evident in Shantaram’s Do Aankhen Baarah Haath and some other movies I mentioned earlier. Again, Raj Kapoor’s Jaagte Raho is a fine example of how conquest of the fear of indictment is central to individual freedom for good action, as collective agreement on what constitutes ‘good’ is the acquisition of power for social ‘good’ action.


Various kinds of Romances such as Pyaasa (‘Jinhe naaz hai Hind par who kahaan hai’ and ‘Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye to kya hai’) , Phir Subha Hogi ( based on Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment : ‘woh subuha kabhii to aayegi’)Sangam, Mujhe Jeene Do, Junglee,Waqt, Kaajal,Jhanak jhanak Paayal Baaje, Around the World, Love in Tokyo, Jewel Thief, An Evening in Paris, Teesri Manzil, Aaradhna, Anand, rule the roost for a while, with Hum Dono as some kind of an exception in part, because it revolves round the lives of two look-alike military officers – who suffer something of the pain of war that the post-China-war film Haqeeqat depicts quite more authentically a little later. ’Good’ is romanticized in different ways: Nanda’s song ‘Allah tero naam, Eeshwar tero naam’ makes faith in God, regardless of religious ideology/ affiliation, the way of gaining strength and salvation ( the Telugu –speaking world is familiar with the romantic poet, Devulapalli Krishna Sastri’s simple and sensitive lyric ‘Naaraayana Naaraayana, Allaah Allaah/maa paaliti thandrree mee pillala memella’ :-- Naarayana or Allah be your name / we are your children, all the same); Dev Anand, the young officer in army, is intensely ‘moral’ and does everything in his power to avoid the sexual opportunities that arise from being the look-alike of Nanda’s husband.—by a whisker, literally, since Nanda’s husband is a mustachioed Major, and the younger officer isn’t. India bubbles, boils and troubles, but the witches and villains still fight a losing battle with the moral order; even the rare (very adult and morally repugnant to Indian Censor Boards) Bambai ka Baabu honours the ethics of kinship –relationship as Dev Anand’s unspeakable romantic love for an ‘adopted’ sister, Suchitra Sen, gnaws away at his innards to the accompaniment of a soulful Mukesh song ‘chal ree sajnee, ab kya sonche’.


From this phase , mainstream Indian cinema moves to the phase of the angry young Amitabh Bachchan : Deewar, Zanzeer and Zameer .These films begin to suggest strongly that one must fight ones own battles and , to win them; and it hardly matters that the weapons may often be unlicensed, illegal ones. Phir Subah Hogi’s insistent hope that a new dawn will come some time (‘woh subuha kabhii tau aayegi’) gives way to a starkness and steely stance The woman , keeper of moral order (‘merey paas maa hai’—Shashi Kapoor’s famous one-liner in Deewar) is gone and the despair is evident (MereyApney – Kishore Kumar’s haunting song “koyii hota jisko apnaa, hum apnaa keh letey yaaron/paas nahii tau duur hi hota, lekin koyi mera apnaa”). InZameer (ironically, ‘Conscience’) Amitabh Bachchan sings a landmark song—where truth does not work, there falsehood is Okay/ where Right can not be asserted, there loot,pillage is Okay (‘jahaan sach na chale, wahan jhooth sahi/ jahan haq na mile wahan loot sahi’) signifying a new consciousness that asserts the survival motif as justified in inteself.. This is in stark contrast with Dev Anand’s Hum Dono song which philosophises – I just abide with life, and accept its highs and lows , its joys and sorrows with equanimity (“main zindagi ka saath nibhaata chalaa gayaa”), a la the sthitha pragnya of Bhagavad Geetha ( the 2nd adhyaya, Dukheshwanudwigna manaah, Sukheshu vigatha Spruha, veeta raga, bhayah, krodhaah, stithadheermunihruchyatey….). In between is squeezed in a random song that begins to question the nation ( Gandhi puttina desama yidi/ Nehru korina sanghama idi/ Rama Rajyam, saamya vaadam, sambhavinchey kaalamaa : is this the land where Gandhi was born? Is this the society that Nehru wanted? Are these times when Ram Rajya and socialistic egalitarianism possible? in Pavitrabandham picturized on ANR -- compare this with Harivansh Rai Bachchan’s poem from the collection Do Chattaane: ‘Ek din itihaas poochega ki tumne janm Gandhi ko diya tha? )


Films with increasing doses of violence, brutality, corruption, display of private intrigue and public treachery, lawlessness,defiance of what appears to be an ineffective code that is now only in the book and nowhere in the system, suffuse the market and grab the imagination of a nation.


This phase, I submit, corresponds with the phase in Indian political and social life which is increasingly and quite brazenly flaunting its lack of moral order. While Indira Gandhi’s Congress was Nationalizing Banks, and abolishing privy purses to the erstwhile princes, the print medium led the people in glorifying her leadership and denigrating the opposition (Nijalin‘gappa’, Morarji Desai, Tarakeshwari Sinha were a prime target of BK Karanjia’s Blitz). Meanwhile the Indo-Pak war cut Pakistan in twain , and Indira rode to massive power on the sentiment of people including Atal Behari Vajpayee and MF Hussain who saw the goddess Durga in her ( no one thought then that there was something objectionable and offensive to Hindu sentiment in HussaIn painting). What followed was a permit-license raj, and plenty of red tape which meant one bribed ones way through to results and passed on the burden to the people through sky-rocketing prices. Tax evasions and unaccounted money were the order of the day, and a chit of exoneration to a minister (Jagjivan Ram) for tax evasion on a massive scale was just routine little matter of fact. The MP ,Tulmohan Ram’s Bribery Case, Lalit Narayan Mishra’s involvement in raising illegal funds for the Congress party, and his death on the surgeon’s table after a grenade blast (at Samastipur; the case is still in court 37 years down the line); Jimmy Nagarwala’s 60 lakhs’ SBI telephone fraud, long queues at ration shops and 40 to 50 day waiting lists for cooking gas cylinder refills; and the late night proclamation of Internal Emergency in 1975 following the Allahabad High Court’s judgement against Indira Gandhi; the defiance of law, the 42nd Constitutional amendment placing the PM, among others, outside the purview of even the Supreme Court; the emergence of an upstart young man as an extra constitutional authority, and his cronies everywhere as little centers of power; suspension of Fundamental Rights and the writ of habeas corpus, the vasectomization/ sterilization of masses of illiterate people, press censorship…


No wonder the cinemas sang those songs : where truth does not work, there falsehood is Okay/ where Right can not be asserted, there loot, pillage is Okay. (This is also the Raakshasa neeti as preached by the guru Sukracharya to King Maha Bali). Because people did not dare. As was pointed out in later years, men crawled when they were asked to kneel.

But the ideology of Amitabh’s Zameer was neither sufficient nor practical. From the shadows of Sholay and Don , an angry hybrid mechanic Albert Pinto had to emerge, unable to define his anger(Albert Pinto Ko Gussa Kyon Aatha Hai), turn into an unemployed graduate Kamala Hasan in Aakali Raajyam ( Realm of Hunger ,Telugu) turn into a more educated but uncertain lawyer, nervous Naseeruddin Shah in Aakrosh, and an Om Puri in the role of a furious police officer ready to kill underworld dons ( Ardh Satya).


South Indian films were mimicking some of these gestures till Kamala Hasan did the role of Varadarajan Mudaliar, the Bombay don, in Nayakan in Tamil and Telugu, later made into the Hindi film Dayaavaan with Vinod Khanna in the lead. Kamala Hasan realized that making movies in three languages, often simply dubbing them, with himself in the lead role was a perfect formula for the Bollywood cash registers, too. If a message that went beyond establishing the human face of a ruthless mafia man could be packaged well, that would be the icing on the proverbial cake.


What could that message be?


Whatever Indira Gandhi’s purpose was in her casual statement that corruption, was a global phenomenon, and need not be made a big issue in Indian electoral politics, the Indian Reality was that Lokaayukta and Lokpal bills never went beyond Cabinet sub-committees; Bhopal, Bofors-Hinduja-Win Chadda scam, Dhirubhai Ambani’s 100 crore-smuggled in-PFY Plant, an attempt on Nusli Wadia’s life, St. Kitts’ scandal, Swaraj Paul versus Escorts’ H.P. Nanda share take over issue, Harshad Mehta scam, the pulling down of the Babri Masjid, the Bombay bomb blasts, the killing of music baron Gulshan Kumar, the Latur-Osmanabad earth quake mismanagement, , coalitions of political convenience, Azharuddin’s ouster from world cricket due to match-fixing allegations, the Abu Salems and Chota Shakeels, the Tandur murder case and point-blank shooting down of Jessica Lal in Delhi; terrorist attacks at will anywhere they chose, the displacement of Kashmiri Pandits, State level politicians fighting over River water-sharing between states, -- money really makes the world go round ( the Liza Minnelli and Joel Grey song in Cabaret is an eternal metaphor) and India was turning like a top. Money, bribery, scams.


Repeat… What could that message be?


Kamala Hasan hit upon the idea of Bharateeyudu/Hindustaani/Indian as a movie. An old time freedom fighter , Senapati (“Commander”) sees corruption and bribery everywhere and having been a rare Martial arts exponent, decides to weed out corruption as best as he can. His skills, determination and dagger see him through the film, Even the son who is ‘pragmatic’ and lives by corrupt practices dies at his hands. The Senapati,takes command of the situation when the son reminds him of paternal love—a television as bribe to the police inspector to ignore criminal evidence, and an invocation of love for me? Bribe every where!! Kamala Hasan kills the bribing son and warns the officials on phone, whenever and wherever my country needs me, I’am there. Sambhavaami yuge yuge, as Lord Vishnu says ("Yada yada hi dharmasya glanir bhavati Bharata; Abhyutthanam adharmasya tadatmanam srijamyaham/ Paritranaya sadhunam vinasaya cha dushkritam; Dharma-samsthapanarthaya sambhavami yuge yuge."). And what, pray is the proper incarnation in this age of degeneration, and corruption? The avatar of KALKI, the one who destroys evil and gives succour to good, the last of the 10 incarnations, Dashaavataara. Senapati, Indian, is the one who takes command as Kalki.


This is Kamala Hasan’s cinema message, and recent south Indian films, Okaey Okkadu (Naayak in Hindi), Simhadri, and Tagore take this mythic formula very far. While a young TV journalist takes the challenge of a politician very literally and becomes Chief Minister, he does things in one day which amount to cleansing politics and society of the decades of accumulated grime. People are wowed by him. He dismisses, suspends, arrests corrupt officials on a scale and a speed at which only a superhuman being, an avatar , can manage. When he is attacked later and is set ablaze he jumps into a mire to quell the flames, then emerges covered in slush. He is given a ritual bath in milk, anAbhisheka (Holy, anointing bath), by the people.


When Singamalai, in Simhadri , kills all those ruffians around the temple and then impales their leader inside the temple premises, he is covered in gore.The head priest performs an Abhisheka, a ritual bath in milk. The implication stares in the face. Whenever anarchy becomes rife, and people can no longer help themselves , the lord takes the form of the ruthless Kalki, and massacres the evil-doers. And people must recognize this manifestation of God , and worship him, and seek his help.


That is what Indian people are doing right now. Waiting for the mythic solutions to real-time problems, and applauding the silver-screen avatars in the interim.


In Tagore , the mega-star of Telugu films, Chiranjeevi, takes the role of a teacher who forges a strong force of his students into a cleansing network of employees at various levels of the state machinery. This anti corruption force (ACF) gives him enough information to nail various corrupt officials. He justifies his killings by citing from Tagore’s Geetanjali the verse that reads “Where the mind is without fear … unto that land, let my country awake”. He also sings from the great Telugu poet Sri Sri ( of the progressive writers’ movement) from his landmark volume, Mahaprasthaanam the song which goes Nenu saitam (I too… ), rewritten for the cinematic context by Suddala Ashok Teja.


The cinema I have cited uses myth, history, literature, and politics, music and traditional dances/ masques as in Simhadri (Kathakali and Kodiyattam) and weaves a cinematic text that is rich in imagery, and fires up the imagination of the people in such a way that they almost seem to begin to believe that a powerful Kalki incarnation will actually come and rescue them from the horror of a system from which they have no power of action to break free. Like in Lagaan, they sing ‘O paalan hare, nirgun au nyaarey, tumhare bina hamraa kauno naheen’. Will, the Kalki figure – Indian, Purushottam the One-day CM, Singamalai, and Tagore really come? An India at war with itself, never really born in 1947, over 600 states having acceded, redrawn into linguistic states, unable to decide whether Nation comes first, or sub-nation of any kind does, mid-night’s children born and dead in an émigré’s mind—really, is at least one ( the only one, okaey okkadu, Kalki avatar) of the few hundred midnight’s children alive?— such an India does need such a figure. But GM Khairnar, the Mumbai demolition man, TN Seshan, PS Appu of the IAS Academy (1980s),AP Venkateswaran (Foreign Secretary treated shabbily by the Govt. in the 90s),Sundarlal Bahuguna, Medha Patkar… . Kalki is still only in cinema because it is still only the first phase of Kali Yuga.There is more to Go.


There is much more Indian cinema that deals with the issue of an evolving Indian, either at length or in passing.. The two movies I would pick for inclusion in this analysis are Naseeruddin Shah’s A Wednesday and a Telugu film named Khadgam with Prakash Raj in a stellar role.


Prakash Raj is the Indian Muslim who strongly resents any demur on his ‘Indian’ness, contests all aspersions on his loyalty and ‘belonging’ness, and willingly sacrifices his ‘jehadi’, anti-national younger brother along with a wanted terrorist who is on the verge of release from captivity as ransom for a trainload of people at the major railway station, ostensibly at Hyderabad. His contention is that this land is as much ‘theirs’ as anyone else’s, since they were born here and WILL DIE here no matter what any majoritarian views. Already the religion, community, threat-perceptions and terrorism motifs are presented in a ‘popular’ melodramatic style. This is a trend one sees in movies such as Roja and Bombay where the personal and the socio-political nation versus nation themes are interwoven with the personal themes dominating for obviously commercial purposes.


Shah’s Common Man in A Wednesday goes beyond this ‘personal’ profile and takes the collective will of the aam aadmi of this country to repulse terrorism in the same language of sophisticated violence. The threat is from a religion-driven terrorism, a national antagonism dating back to 1947, and the almost paralytic response of the Indian administration to the fear that grips the heart of the housewife. The inoccuous husband for whom the average Mumbai wife fears and makes three phone calls a day, turns out to be the common man who is sick of this fear and this paralysis and executes a masterful counter-terrorist plan to liquidate four terrorists. Is this the Kalki figure India has been looking for?

Fast forward to 2011. Cinema is largely supplanted by television. The TV brings home to millions of households the Anna Hazare team and the Lok Pal issue from the days of Morarji Desai and Indira Gandhi. The crowds which came to see, Shivaji Rao Gaekwad (Anil Kapoor, Nayak) Singamalai (NTR Junior, Simhadri), Tagore (Chiranjeevi) in the movies are NOW in the Ramlila Maidan, Delhi, and in each household that had a TV. Whatever happened to the LokPal bill later in the winter session of the Indian Parliament, does not detract from the fact that a pint-sized, 74 year-old ex-Indian army jawan, perhaps as small as little Lal Bahadur Shastri, had galvanized the Indian masses by donning, although briefly, the Kalki avatar. Here, if anywhere, does the message and the medium coalesce, and the form of the Kalki avatar show itself as reality, not telemagination. Many people seemed to echo Telugu poet Sri Sri’s words ‘Nenu saitam…’ (I, too will offer myself as a straw for the cosmic fire/ I too will join my mad voice to the roar of cosmos/I too will merge as a tear into the surging seas/ I, too will turn into a brief phrase in the raging crescendo of the Veena) . Imagination turned into action long enough for a sick, corrupt ruling class to shudder at the prospect of the tenth avatar which would demand explanations about the CWG fiasco, the 2G scam, and the Swiss accounts and the Mauritian route of investment in corruption.


Move over, Heinrch Zimmer.The myths of India now have a peoples’ medium of interpretation and exhortation to action.


NOTE: This is a updated version of a presentation I’d made at an international conference in 2005 (Camera and Chimera: The Indian Nation and Cinemagination). For my convenience and that of most readers, I have used the names of actors to identify the films, not the names of producers/directors. I have also used songs liberally as metaphors of the themes and forms of the movies.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Millions, Ministers and Sushil Kumar .


Sanjay Dutt, the actor caught between fame and notoriety, has this famous line in a recent movie: When people repetedly ask Who’ll Become a Millionaire … who’ll become a millionaire … I realized that to become a millionaire you must first become WHO! ( as in Who’s Who).

The last week has all been about a Bihari youth form Motihari, Champaran District , Bihar. All media at some point or the other carried news of his winning the biggest prize of the TV game-show conducted by the inimitable Amitabh Bachchan,Rupees 5 crores or 50 Million.

The TV Show was telecast tonight, 2nd November, 2011 at 08.30 and I watched spellbound like millions of Indians all over the country. I shared his confidence, I shared his logic, I shared his tension and emotion and I shared his joy and triumph. It was an hour of pure, magical joy to watch this Bihari youth, his wife and other relatives ; and it was magical to see Amitabh ‘s exuberant delight as he yelled Paanch karode (Five Crores!) . It was magical to see the winner pour a glass of water on his head and raise his thin arms, palms bunched, in some triumph and some delirium, as if he was Tarzan or Mohammed Ali after yet another world Heavy weight boxing title.

Sushil and Amitabh hugged, then Sushil hugged his wife in public view, something that no common Indian has ever been seen to do because of an unwritten code of conduct that insists that pati-patni must maintain public decorum and not be seen even remotely sexually involved in their life as a married couple ( the children alone are public evidence of their sexual relationship;beside, may be, a Karwa Chauth and a Varalakshmi Vratam). They were shown clinging to each other may be 3 times; what’s more, Sushil’s wife clung to Amitabh which is unthinkable in a traditional family where the wife and the daughter-in-law only touch the feet of the patriarch at all events of public celebration. Amitabh, face-glowing, stroked her head with avuncular joy, even as tears of joy and disbelief welled in her eyes.

A landmark event in the history of modern Indian public life, this.

And what were some newspapers saying? India’s own Slumdog Millionaire! How insensitive; how callous, how indelicately low in thought, O my countrymen! That even Amitabh, for all his debonaire grace and suavity, could not resist repeated references to Sushil Kumar’s lowly status and salary of Rs. 6,400/- per month!

In the early 1980s India’s premier training institution for future administrative officers (IAS and IFS) at Mussoorie, probably under the Directorship of an upright Civil Servant, P.S. Appu, was witness to some ugly behaviour. A trainee from Bihar threatened a woman trainee with a gun, it is alleged. The pistol-wallah ( sounds like tchai-wallah! in Anil Kapoor’s deliberately mocking and contemptuous tone), insisted that he had been bad-mouthed by the woman–trainee as a ‘stupid, drunken Bihari’. Whatever the truth of the matter is, Biharis are targetted in Mumbai; Biharis are gangster-lords in Telugu movies; Shatrughan Sinha and Laloo Prasad Yadav epitomize in different ways, the Bihari after the generation of Babu Rajendra Prasad.

A sorry view about the land of the Buddha and of Nitish Kumar.

Now Sushil Kumar has come along to change that view. From what one could see of the young man on TV, he is truly Su—shiil, of good manners and conduct. His view of the winnings? An opportunity to help his brothers to stabilize their businesses, AND to give up his little job to PURSUE education! If I heard right, he wanted to study for the civil sevice examinations. Truly a thrilling moment for the aam admi of this country. Last year, a police constable from Andhra Pradesh ranked very high at the civil service examinations.Recently a physically challenged person won his due right from the Apex Court to selection for the Civil Services though his physical challenge is of a grievous nature.

Inference: India is not yet lost. There are enough people who believe that they must strive and not yield in despair.

Compare this with the millions that Koda, Kalmadi, Kanimozhi, Maran, Soren, Gali Janardhan Reddy, Yeddyurappa et al have contrived to siphon off from the country’s exchequer, if the Investigators’ allegations are confirmed through trials in Courts of law. How many millions did they need for a comfortable, indeed luxurious living? Sushil Kumar’s tax-paid winnings amount to about 35 million rupees. And he acquired the money through completely legal means, with luck playing its due part. Did our ministers doubt their basic abilities and the favour of lady luck, that they resorted to dubious, criminal means to acquire those disproportionately large amounts, far, far in excess of their most fanciful needs?

Sushil Kumar’s TV Game is by far the most worthy of the games the ministers are alleged to have played. May his tribe increase.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Lady Gaga’s Tricolour Hairdo:


What constitutes insult to the National Flag?

The Indian tricolour has aattracted enough Constitutional and Legal attention in the 64 years of its history as India’s symbol of sovereignity. Flag-burning, deliberate mutilation, illegal use by non-State entities barred expressly barred, use by individuals defined as ieligible except on the Independence and Republic Days, use as Standard by entities below a prescribed level of hierarchichal authoroity, use for commercial purposes, -- all are forms of Insult to the national flag. There must be a few more atleast under the penal code which are punishable as per the gravity of the offence. BUT the point is that they are Cognizable Offences.

Four or five years ago some one went to the Supreme Court asserting the right of all citizens/nationals of India to using the flag with due seriousness and honour without discrimination between officially eligble and and ‘non-eligible’ persons and purposes except clearly anti-national/ secessionist/ deliberately mischievous and frivolous use of the tricolour. I think the Apex Court responded with favour in this case.

Yet, when Mandira Bedi appeared on television on a cricket commentary panel in a plain coloured Sari with the little emblems of the Indian tricolor printed all over it a case was filed against her for using the flag in a manner that constituted the offence of insult to the symbol of India’s sovereignity. I do not know what happened subsequently, nor am I interested in the sense of insult suffered by the ultra-sensitive patriots who took exception to Mandira Bedi’s dress sense .

But , for two days running, the print media has carried photographs of some firangee named Lady Gaga, apparently a singer/entertainer, who visited India on the ‘auspicious’ occasion of the inaugural Indian Grand Prix F1 race ,October 30, 2011. This lady sported a tall hairdo with the three colours of the Indian flag sprayed on her coiffeur to ‘symbolize’ the ‘sprit of India’. This is BIG news and worthy of media attention and celebration. Surely there will be life size posters of Lady G in this hairdo in the bedrooms of adoring urban youth who will find pleasure and pride I displaying the poster-girl.NO ONE IS ASKING LEGAL AND CONSTITUTIONAL QUESTIONS about the propriety of the tricolor hairdo. Doe this not constitute an insult to the Indian Flag?

Or is it that Indians are punishable but foreign nationals ‘misusing’ the tricolor have inherited the rights of the erstwhile British Empire to ride rough–shod on Indian sensitivities without inviting opprobrium?

Come, let us be clear about this. Are Mandira Bedi and other nationals of India LESSER persons than Lady Gaga ,that their use of the national flag is an offence and the Lady’s use honourable or pardonable? Indeed, does Lady Gaga define the collective deferential attitude of India to White and non-‘dark’ foreigners?

Is Lady Gaga going to be booked or be scot-free?

By keeping discreetly quiet in this case India exposes its double standards, and insults itself.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Ghaddafy: America's Painted Devil

There are different ways in which America works the world towards one goal : what my writer –friend Rani Sivasankara Sarma calls Americanism in his most recent Telugu work bearing that title.

Americanism is a way of establishing its strangle-hold of power over all countries “great and small’. If God made the countries and the peoples, He appointed America its viceroy on earth. And the viceroy has virtually supplanted God and His order in the world. Except that America is Christian in some senses, America is a post-Miltonic Satan who has succeeded in replacing God as the sole power and arbiter of justice and rule of order. And has used that power with a degree of mischief that has no rival except in American comic-books.

From a Monroe doctrine which has been tweaked several times to suit the occasion for easily two centuries; to the interference in Vietnam, Korea and Cambodia; the two Iraq wars, the execution of Saddam Hussain; the Afghan adventures from the soil of a sovereign Pakistan; the use of NATO forces to neutralize Muammar Ghaddafy of Libya some hours ago; the use of nuclear thumb-screws on India whose energy requirements for over a billion people is as genuine as any other genuine cause in the world; the use of information technology for making its own economy and marring others—from theory to practice there is a range of strategies America uses to advance its cause and its alone. If China is tough to handle, let there be some ping-pong diplomacy. If Islamic terrorism is tough to handle, give plenty of aid to Pakistan and hope that it will be used to root out terrorism. If that fails, step into a military role and ride rough-shod over their sovereignity. Meanwhile keep an irresolute India, from speaking of retaliation, leave alone attempting it.. The way forward for America is to get different countries locked in shackles of hostilities and secure its own economic and political interests. Any one who strikes an aggressive posture is an enemy and must be neutralized. Even one of Ghaddafy’s little sons was a sufficient enemy to be killed in a bombing blitz, when Ghaddafy indulged in one of his ‘aggressive’ antics, over 20 years ago.

Now that Ghaddafy is gone America will need a new enemy as an international ,political red-herring.Pakistan’s General Kayani is reported to have warned America that it would have to think ten times before going into action mode from Waziristan. Is it Kayani’s turn after Ghaddafy?

America can not be at ease without a painted devil.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Pummelling Prashant:India Violent

The ‘treatment’ of Prashant Bhushan by two youth representing some ‘sena’ or the other was violent. Times Now camera and reporter’s presence notwithstanding, the youth slapped, punched and kicked Prashant Bhushan this afternoon in his office near the Supreme Court of India. It was a brutal show and Prashant was rather shaken.Who wouldn’t be?

As years go by since the days of Gandhiji, the violence has only grown. Names of some the ‘victims’ of violence I recall are: Pratap Singh Kairon, Deen Dayal Upadhyaya, MG Ramachandran, Devyani Chaubal, Jai Prakash Narayan, Lala Jagat Narayan,JS Bhindranwale, HS Longowal, Indira Gandhi, Rajiv Gandhi, Safdar Hashmi, General AS Vaidya,Asghar Ali Engineer, Phoolan Devi,Syed Modi, Santhakumaran Sreesanth… now Prashanth Bhushan.

From the list, one can see clearly that the Degree and Kind of violence is immaterial ... Wife-beating husbands, pupil-caning teachers, gun-toting gangsters,political and ideological opponents, and indisciplined actors and sports-persons, child-beating parents, AND the victims (we play both roles, I hasten to add) all generate violence. The sum of which is so high that trying to theorize and categorize violence is a futile academic exercise. This all pervasive violence is appalling, especially in India which prides itself as the karma-bhoomi of Gandhi. Every wakeful minute of our lives is spent negotiating this monster called violence. The reasons for such violence lie within ourselves. The red-chip that Danny Denzongpa inserts in Rajnikant’s Robot is already present in us and can remain within us for all we care.

In which case, what is this great civilization, this principle of non-violence? A big ruse and a big failure. We are great at pretending to be what we are not; we are hypocrites,; we are incapable of tolerance; and before that, we are incapable of understanding. So we roll up our sleeves at the slightest opportunity.How else can we explain the Prashant Bhushan incident except as illogical, irrational, impulsive behavior? He said something which we do not like… so bunch the fists, gentlemen and sock into him… so simple you see! This whole business of police, police-stations, lawyers, courts, round-table meetings is unnecessary, as indeed useless, witness Kasab and Kalmadi. You only need to bunch your fist, look menacing, and have a god-father in the right places.It is a perfectly acceptable technique of dispute-settlement. It is a time-honoured method, you see… Pummel Prashant into submission. Others will fall in line. Flex your muscles, gentlemen while you can. In India law will take its own course and time.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Jagjit tera jawaab nahiin

Jagjit Singh was praised by the irrepressible Khushwant Singh as better looking than Dilip Kumar and better singer than Mehdi Hasan. This was in early 1970s. The comment courted controversy, like all of Khushwant’s comments were wont to.It is not possible to judge whether Khushwant was on the mark;but it is possible to say:

Jagjit, tera jawaab nahii.

A whole generation of music-lovers were brought-up on Jagjit’s Ghazals. The’d heard of Talat Mehmood; they had heard Begum Akhtar. They grew up humming Jagjit’s soulful and simple tunes and lyrics which rarely got complex. Aam aadmi’s ghazal, without any compromise on standard of music, words which fell soothingly on souls, notes and little taans which kept the musically initiated waiting for more, Chitra’s voice among other accompaniments of the excellent orchestra … this was Jagjit’s forte.


Many , many were the days when five or six of us would assemble at Nuzhath’s home, for ‘combined studies’. No one knows what happened to the studies. But we combined Jagjit’s tapes with the afternoons’ siesta ,following the lunches full of delicacies the Senior Hussains always conjured for us. Nuzhath would ask, ‘yeh sunaa, Subbu?’ and play Koyii yaad aaya, saveraey, saveraey/ Mujhhe aazmaaya, saveraey, saveraey in raaga Lalit. The guitar notes went “ ni re … ga ga ga/ / ni re … sa sa sa” in the Mandra saptak, using the delicate flexibility of komal dha drawing on a ‘pa’ which hovered somewhere in the background. Then came the taan in the Madhya saptak skimming the depth of a Mandrama ” ga ma dha ni sa re sa/ni dha re sa / ni dha re sa / ni dha re sa/ ni re ga/ ni re … ga / ni re … ga ga ga/ / ni re … sa sa sa ”. Between the tivra madhyama and the komal gaandhaara the so called stable panchama played hide-and-seek. I’d be lost. Then came the verse kati raat saari, terii maikadey mein/ Khuda yaad aaya, saveraey, saveraey. I was even more lost. What could one do except go down on ones knees and pray?!


Jagjit was not rigid about the raga. He’d experiment and touch unexpected notes, but get back to the matrix soon enough. Alongwith this ghazal, my mind recalled the Manna Dey-Rafi classic “Man ki pyaas bujhaaney aayii/ antarghaT tak pyaasii huun mai/ Tu hii Merii Prem Devataa”, and Rafi’s “Ek shahenshah ne banwaake hasiin TajMahal/Saari duniya ko mohabbat ki nishaanii dii hai”…., and for hours afterwards I’d keep humming silently in my mind, these songs and the raga Lalit.

That was also the time of ‘love and loss’. Jagjit gave me “Duniya jise kehtey hain, jaduu ka khilona hai/mil jaaye tau mittii hai, kho jaaye to Sona hai” to sing alongside Mukesh’s “Saarangaa teri yaad mein…”. In Duniya jise kehtey hai there is a particularly memorable verse: “Barsaat ka baadal tau / Diiwana hai kya jaaney/ kis raah se bachnaa hai,kis chath ko bhigona hai”. How should love know what is appropriate? Oh! God! He and Chitra squeezed out our hearts for us.


Many of us think Jagjit burst in on the scene at his best. Except for “Yeh daulat bhi ley lo… woh kaagaz ki kashti, woh barish ka paani” Jagjit never sang like he did in late 70s and early 80s. There was an occasional film song (“ Honthon se chuukar tum, mera geet amar kar doo” and “Tum itna kyuun muskuraa rahey ho”). India also got hooked on to Ghulam Ali and to a much lesser extent, Talat Aziz (“Kya milaega kisii ko kisi sey…). Pankaj Udhas and Anoop Jalota did the rounds as well.


But, Jagjit? Oh well there is much to recall. The accidents in his life made him a little melancholy as a singer, but what is music without that ‘still, sad, humanity”? The sadness of his voice, his choice of verse brought for us a karuna and laalitya like the pleasing , soft hues of a secondary rainbow.


Thank you, Nuzhath, for providing the space in which I could discover Jagjit for myself. And your parents, for the open-house, and our M.A. which provided the ‘bahaana’ of combined studies!


And Thank You Jagjit Saahib, for the gift of music you gave with passionate generosity.

Aapki aawaaz ke sahaarey hum jii laengey.