DHURANDHAR- Calls for discussion and contemplation beyond the apparent.

BEWARE OF VIGILANTE-

Critiquing a movie like Dhurandher is complex and fraught with perils of being misjudged . The social landscape and mood in the country is volatile enough to put one on the dock if it dares pass even a fleeting unfavourable comment upon certain things/issues perceived as sensitive or sacrosanct !

MASALA POTBOILER-

Now that most of adult India has probably seen this movie, the storyline needs no introduction. It has stirred up the audience in unexpected ways and created a mass frenzy by its songs, themes and dialogues going viral with funny memes flooding all social platforms. 

My personal take is that DHURANDHER is a thoroughly enjoyable Bollywood masala entertainer replete with right dosage of action, thrills, romance, intrigues, vengeance etc . In essence, a delicious potpourri served with dollops of patriotic flavours, linking facts with fiction deftly.

THE SWAG & THE DAZZLE- 

It’s USP is the brilliant acting by the all star ensemble cast, snazzy songs, taut screenplay and powerful direction by Aditya Dhar, the man of the hour! It brings Bollywood style panache and glamour to the real life gory, ruffian underworld with pedestrian looking dons and their sycophantic stooges.

An incredible story of real events- is the tagline. 

‘Incredible’ should be the key word. How tantalising it’s to imagine us as an all too powerful nation capable of all the superman stuff! 

It assuages the hurt and anger felt by the nation by creating an immersive experience into those turbulent times, and the catastrophic effects of terrorism unleashed upon India in the past couple of decades.

THE FACTS Transgress into FICTION-

Dhurandher has enough merits on its own to be a thoroughly enjoyable flick without lurking into the dark , dangerous and treacherous territories of neighbours to be a success.

Ranveer singh (the protagonist) could’ve very well been an undercover cop infiltrating an underworld gang aiming to incite gang wars leading them to their doomsday.

But then would it have been so impactful? Bashing in-house enemy can never match the adrenaline rush felt while checkmating the 'outsiders'! 

Hence the cross-over between the turmoil in Lyari area of a hostile neighbour and terror activities in India that time. 

Clever juxtaposition of simultaneous events in 2 neighbouring countries with no verifiable facts to connect the 2, creates a tense atmospheric trance for the audience drawing it into a vortex of known facts, unknown variables, guessing games, and ultimately getting consumed by the cinematic splendour of the movie. 

THE ORGANIC SUCCESS- 

Opening to decent figures at box office and jumping onto the gigantic amount of success is a testament to the strong foothold of word of mouth/ internet chain reaction , publicity when it comes to the world of entertainment. 

It comes organically and insidiously. You want to see it , if not for a personal preference, then to be able to chat, opine, to relish the flavour of the month/ year, whatever one may label it as! FOMO syndrome works overtime.

TREADING ON THIN ICE-

Dhurandher’s box-office juggernaut, growing from strength to strength and minting unprecedented moolah, is a revelation for movie watchers and the critics.

The film may not qualify as a landmark that redraws the contours of Hindi cinema, but it is unmistakably the culmination of a popular narrative that has been simmering beneath the surface for over a decade. What once crept along quietly has now found a wide opening to erupt; volcanic, spectacular, and irresistible in its scale.

One can only hope that this lava dazzles from afar without scorching our collective reason, empathy, and sanity.

SASURAL- The destination home of Indian Women

Every Indian girl gets acquainted with the word 'Sasural'(marital home) quite early in her life. It is after all the place she's supposed to go and live after her marriage and which will be her 'real home'.The presumption being that her parents'place is simply a temporary abode for her till the time they find her a suitable boy of a decent family. This is a stark reality of the Indian society. No matter how educated or liberated a family is, settling the daughter of the family into another house is the biggest concern for them and they are willing to spend a major chunk of their resources for this noble cause!
Learning to cook, to knit, sew, and honing of other household skills are made mandatory for girls from a young age, with a long sighted mission of impressing  the sasural walas. Behave like a lady, dress appropriately etc are the other rules and dictums guiding the girls with the sole aim of fitting them into a 'sasural' well enough and gaining acceptance. Most of the girls fall in line because it is supposed to be the done thing. Apart from the primary focus on education and recently on professional degrees, girls have to be good 'housewife material' to lead a happy life after marriage.

Now why is that sasural such a dreaded word? Why is that the majority of girls wish to marry guys living away from family due to their jobs? Why are nuclear families so much in vogue and why is living in sasural such an ordeal for most of the girls? Is it selfishness, individual preference, aversion to adjust with another family, or pervert indoctrination which instils fear of 'the unknown' in an impressionable mind since childhood? These are pertinent queries which need to be analysed to get to the crux of the complicated dynamics between a girl and her sasural.
The ogre in the sasural is ofcourse the mother-in-law, the woman whose son you marry. Invariably Indian mothers are excessively possessive about their sons. They are excited about the new member of their family but also apprehensive about her. They fix up their guards and armour themselves with verbal weopanry and sarcasm if needed, in their dealings with their daughters in law. The mother-in-law too has been told all her life that when the son gets a wife, he becomes 'paraya', a feeling which is an anathema to her. Thus starts her internal duel of accepting and appreciating her daughter-in-law while simultaneously keeping her on a tight leash to maintain her superiority. This tussle often creates a battlefield in the house with the men being poor casualties in the cross fire between the two women.

Every household talks about treating their daughter-in-law as their own daughter but that is seldom the case. No sooner than you enter The Sasural, that your life ceases to be your own. Apart from the mother-in-law, there are other family members too who have unrealistic expectations from you. But with tact and patience, they can be won over a period of time. The husband's siblings can become your friends and the fathers-in-law often indulge their bahus. But they are of fringe importance when the major driving force in an Indian setup is the mother-in-law, pleasing whom is a herculean task.

What is really ironical and tragic in Indian society and for girls living in the designated home after marriage called 'sasural' is that they are never given their just desserts.
They spend years and years, trying to find their moorings and space in life, to settle and 'own up' a place physically, emotionally and psychologically. But like many unlucky women of their ilk , they remain destined to play second fiddle to ' the rajmata' of the household. They perform duties and are expected to do them well but dare not challenge the supremacy of the family matriarch. Any effort to change the status-quo is resisted and trumpled. Some women surrender their soul at the devil's doorstep but some develop a spine and a voice and try to get their feet up in a constricted space.
Women marrying into joint families or where mothers-in-law occupy a sacrosanct place, suffer from major identity crisis. Even the tag of 'housewife' is compromised for them and they can't take pride in it because the title of 'lady of the house' is in the battleground. They are merely glorified housekeepers; raise children, keep the house in order, neat and clean, provide warm meals to all, entertain stream of guests and most importantly, never ever complain.

The major reason for such a stressful equation between the two most important women in a man's life is because the 'change of guard' seldom takes place. The passing of the baton to the next generation is deterred as the older generation is fraught with insecurities and complexities. The tug-of-war continues for many years, sometimes lifetime making none the wiser. The emotionally battered clan of daughters-in-law seek their chance of redemption and ease out their bitterness when they marry their sons and acquire a daughter-in-law. Unconsciously and unfortunately, they tread the same path and thus the vicious 'saas-bahu' cycle continues.
Lately though, there has been a didactic change in the way girls perceive sasural or life after marriage. Armed with women's lib talks and exposure to the world wide change in the status of women (especially since most of them are now professionally qualified) has led them find a firmer footing in the manner marriages are being conducted. Financial independence has helped them find a voice and courage to speak up when needed. Infact sometimes even when not needed!

Sincerely hoping for the times when the sasural ceases to be a dreaded cauldron, lit up to burn a woman's identity and intrinsic worth as a sensible and sensitive person. Waiting patiently by the side for the times when a mutually respectful relationship develops between 'the destination home' and its new member.

A Place where my heart is!- Benares ki yaadein

“When will you come next?"- my mother always asked at the time of my leaving my 'maika.' I could sense her palpable longing and my own heartbreak when saying goodbye. With a tremulous promise to be back soon, I always left with a heavy heart. 

 Those were the times of landline phones and weekly talks with parents were limited, stilted and to the point.

That my maika happens to be in Benares/Kashi/Varanasi is a blessing beyond belief. My heart has always belonged to Benares, my hometown, the place where I have lived for the major part of my growing years. My home, my colony, my school, my college, my friends, nearby localities, the restaurants, the shops - all bear testimony to the time spent there, well-lived and cherished. 

 

From the world-famous Benarsi saree, delectable sweets and chaat, the drool-worthy 'Benarsi paan' to the renowned temples, the mighty river Ganga and its many ghats, the quartet of universities and home to the famous Benares Hindu University (BHU), Benares is a tourist's delight.  

 

People regard Benares, Varanasi or Kashi (probably the only city to have 3 names) as the seat of Hindu culture and tradition. The cross-cultural juxtaposition is immense in this city of Lord Shiva. The Benarsis are renowned for their carefree and happy-go-lucky nature. The westerners who throng the city in multitudes are enamoured by the quaint charm of the city. The city is one of a kind and thrives on a 'masti' and vibe unique to it. No wonder, the 'thandai' that you get in Benares is like no other, bhaang or no bhaang. 

 

The residents are often blissfully unaware of their city's pull. I could never understand the fuss around my town while growing up. To me it was home and one doesn't question or analyse one's home. Not too much at least and never when you are young. It's the world-weary folks who march on a fault-finding mission. People from all over the world are drawn to Benares to experience life away from modern trappings. 

 

Benares has Gullys (lanes) that were built ages ago; it is the oldest continuously inhabited city in the world. These were not built for 2-way automobile traffic. Hence, don't be surprised if you are blocked by a braying cow or a barking dog, supremely squatted in the middle of the road. 

 

There are some of the finest artisans carving wood furniture and toys in this holy city. The Benarsi saree is complemented by the Benarsi Tanchoi, all made on the finest silk you can find. The street food of Beneras is quite extraordinary. You can eat to your heart's content for a pittance, - samosa, kachori, mithai, rasgulla, rasmalai from Ksheer Sagar and others, all evoke pangs of longing and exhibit the pull of Benares.

 

Kashi Vishwanath Gali - what can one say about it? Several narrow, winding lanes that lead to the famed Kashi Vishwanath temple are lined with shops selling everything from religious offerings to clothes to housewares. You can find the finest glass bangles here and exquisitely carved brass and copper items. I remember my mother buying us bright and beautiful wooden utensils sets and bangles etc from this gali which is a shopper's delight. The supari that is sold here is par excellence; the churan ki goli is apparently shipped worldwide.   

 

For me personally, the city is a repository of my childhood memories which are locked inside my heart and ingrained in my psyche. Those chiseled childhood memories of family bonding, festival gaiety, elaborate ceremonies, fun with friends and neighbourhood shenanigans! Those precious years of enjoying the simplicity of life, sibling affection, parental love and cocoon, of optimism and reverie, of loving life and dreaming big! 

 

There is so much that I picked up subconsciously in Benares that keeps popping up, surprising me above all. The little rituals, the signs, the different ways of Benarasis - all ingrained and instilled without any tutelage - that screams that I am a 'chhori Benares wali.'  

 

The tragedy of losing my parents and brother within a span of 8 years has made my Benares home a shrine, a place where my loved ones once lived, for me and my two sisters. Those memories remain etched forever, radiating warmth and glowing in the vacant corners of my mind and heart. Gurudham Colony has become even more precious if it's at all possible.

 

Any given time of the day I walk down the memory lane, and recall the love, the laughter, the arguments, the bantering, the quirkiness, the uniqueness and the large-heartedness of my parents. I remember the umpteen number of visits to partake in the Ganga aarti, the spectacular visual and sound of mass spiritual-high reaching a crescendo that leaves one spellbound!

 I recall the halcyon days of school life at the city's prestigious school St.johns school and the college life at the esteemed BHU. The academic high and the ensuing accolades at BHU instilled a new found vigour to tackle life and its umpteen challenges.

Accompanying my mother to Kashi Vishwanath temple every Monday was a ritual for years till the time her arthritis incapacitated her. Visiting Sankatamochan, Tulsi Manas Mandir every other day or giving a tour of Sarnath to relatives was routinely done. In retrospect, I realise that Benarsis regard visiting temples a customary practise. We are programmed to pay obeisance to our Gods at every given opportunity and consider ourselves to be the chosen ones. Kashi, as the folklore goes, is blessed to be standing on Lord Shiva's Trishul and no evil eye can damage the city. 

 

Life in Benaras was enriching, fulfilling, with the diverse impact of being exposed to the Hindu religion, the family priest, puja, temples, fasts, etc at home and getting a secular, western convent education at school. Neither was rammed down our throat. The diverse influences didn't hamper personality enhancement which happened seamlessly and organically as the values inherent in both exposures were in tandem with each other. There was no contradiction in thoughts and propagation. 

 

The essence and ethos of a vibrant and pulsating city like Benares, with all its glory and glitches, has shaped me as a person I think my parents would be proud of. Nostalgia and wistful reminiscesengulf me when I think of Benares and my home. I can almost smell the Singhar or the Madhumalti flowers that adorned the canopy at the entrance of my home. It is, after all, a place where my heart is! 

 

'Heera mandi' - sparkles intermittently!

Decadent, Opulent, Indulgent!!

Heera Mandi, a polarising spectacle that dances between brilliance and mediocrity. 

Heera mandi on Netflix is SLB’s 8 hours long magnum opus based on the lives of courtesans in Lahore's red light area before the partion. 

The lavish sets, intricate costumes, chaste Urdu articulated elegantly, lilting songs with mesmerising picturisation, intense confrontational scenes between the lead actors in every episode, the tense atmospherics etc keep the narrative floating. 

However the abrupt ending which switches the series’s leit motif from tawaifs' rivalry-cum-revenge into a joint effort towards independence from Britishers feels contrived, leaving much to be desired.

Manisha Koirala, Sonakshi Sinha, Farida Jalal, Taha Shah, Ustaad ji, and Aditi Rao infuse vitality into their characters, but newcomer Sharmeen's portrayal in a significant role lacks depth. Regrettably, she emerges as the weakest link in the series, alongside the shallow portrayal of debauched nawabs and the caricatured depiction of British exploiters.

Despite its few shortcomings, ‘Heera Mandi’ remains a captivating one-time watch, being unduly criticized for its real and perceived failings. Probably the maker’s image as a celluloid magician escalated the expectations sky high. 

To truly connect with and enjoy the series, people should release their prejudices and embrace SLB's vision of that era. It's not flawless but its imperfections are eclipsed by moments of seductive allure."

Diamonds are forever. And this ‘Heera’ does sparkle intermittently!

FARREY movie review

Farrey (small chits of paper with answers that students sneak into exam halls) may not have been on my movie radar, but watching it turned out to be a pleasant surprise. 

Alizeh Agnihotri as a genius orphan who tops class 10th and subsequently gets admitted to an elite school, impresses in her lead role, as do the rest of the ensemble cast. The film’s innovative, thought provoking theme, and slick narrative kept me hooked.

Despite moments where suspension of disbelief was stretched, the film crafted an absorbing tale of underprivileged youth’s aspirations and the allure of wealth, deftly exploring the manipulation by privileged elites. While not entirely original, the theme was handled with intrigue, with a subtle moral lesson woven throughout.

What I appreciated most was its ability to engage without being overbearingly preachy!

FYI- Alizeh is Salman khan’s niece. Nepotism debate can take a backseat if the ones who benefit deliver the goods.

(Note- Farrey is streaming on Zee5 platform.)

THE BIG FAT AMBANI BASH AT JAMNAGAR-

How to prove to the world just how filthy, mind boggling rich you are? Mukesh Ambani must’ve been plagued by the question for sometime now.

Enter the Ambani’s pre-wedding bash at Jamnagar-

A spectacle of unparalleled opulence and extravagance- haute couture, statement jewelleries, ostentatious decor, sumptuous feasts, star-studded lineup from Bollywood to international luminaries, and business tycoons in attendance!

An unabashed celebration of excess and abundance for 3 days! 

And here’s the twist-

It’s not even the wedding yet! Just a prelude!

Whoa!!

Über rich with pots of money to burn!!🙄

#ambaniwedding

Teri baaton mein Aisa uljha jiya- movie review

Teri baaton mein : A Valentine’s Delight

With its infectious beats and sharp choreography, Teri Baaton mein Aisa uljha jiya, (TBMAUJ) offers a delightful escape this Valentine’s season.

Watching a movie is an experience shaped by the environment. What may seem lackluster at home becomes a thrilling adventure in the company of a buzzing theater crowd.

Enter TBMAUJ, a whimsical journey filled with laughter and a sprinkle of fantasy. Kriti Sanon dazzles as a stunningly stylish humanoid , adding flair to the lighthearted narrative.

Kudos to the tight editing, keeping the runtime just right. Any longer, and it might have veered into absurdity.

Yet, a resounding boo to the critics who unjustly panned this . TBMAUJ may not be flawless, but it’s far from trash. If you exit the theater with a smile, it’s a success in my book.