Aakrosh of Govind Nihalani and Chidambaram of G. Aravindan look like each other but not quite so. In Aakrosh, Om Puri digs the screen with a grim silence through the film; poor adivasis observe, not speak; a lone yell of despair; against him is Naseeruddin Shah, his lawyer on the first case. A desperate poverty administering the right to breathe with conditions; adivasis and poor have a lone freedom: the right to die. Not with a protest but with an acceptance. G. Aravindan does the same but seems to be nowhere as hurting as Aakrosh. Vijay Tendulkar script embowels, every death is an accident; for the legal machinery nothing happens outside the law books. Ardha Satya and Tamas form the three-piece suit of Govind Nihalani with Om Puri everywhere; Sadgati of Ray with Om Puri lurks nearby. They make sense in today's violent India, posting Muslims, Christians, Dalits and the poor to graveyards. More so a day or two ahead of Bihar elections; Biharis have long dined on an emptiness; for far too long. Aakroshes happen most in Bihar and Orissa and are not going to go any quickly. Me started knowing edges of Bihar in Calcutta, an overnight train journey; the rickshawala, chaiwala, dhobi, milkman, newspaperwalla - all were mostly from Bihar facilitating the Bengali Bhadralok with a dictionary term of contempt: Bihari. Never has sat in a rickshaw as me could not. In those years, Durga Puja celebrations for Bengalis meant good business for Biharis; am proud of my father for a single act of acceptance. He took our local jamadar, Shankar, to open a bank account in UCO bank and that set him on to marriage, family and school for his kids. And then there was me best friend Shailendra Nath from Bihar; we lost each other after quitting Calcutta. Never dropped in to Bihar. And today, Niranjan from Benares was talking of Bihar elections. 'Bihari chaku martha hai,' is the common comment of Niranjan; maybe UP and Bihar are as near as Kerala and Tamil Nadu. Me is uncertain. Me has been following Nitish Kumar and do accept him as the best option for Bihar. With Laloo, Nitish tastes of the orgy of power. Narendra Modi will salt it with Hindutva and me prefers Laloo and Nitish. Niranjan thinks Laloo will win - Jab thak rahega samosae mein aloo, thab thak Bihar mein Laloo. Shivdas selling fruit juices thinks otherwise: Modi jitega, he loudly exclaims in Yogi Nagar trying to get a Hindutva customer. Looked anyway, Bihar is in for Aakroshes. For Rama, ma impressed with Aakrosh, nothing is going to change. Chidambaram, Aakrosh, Paar...is pushing her to a Marxian identity.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Aakrosh of Govind Nihalani and Chidambaram of G. Aravindan look like each other but not quite so. In Aakrosh, Om Puri digs the screen with a grim silence through the film; poor adivasis observe, not speak; a lone yell of despair; against him is Naseeruddin Shah, his lawyer on the first case. A desperate poverty administering the right to breathe with conditions; adivasis and poor have a lone freedom: the right to die. Not with a protest but with an acceptance. G. Aravindan does the same but seems to be nowhere as hurting as Aakrosh. Vijay Tendulkar script embowels, every death is an accident; for the legal machinery nothing happens outside the law books. Ardha Satya and Tamas form the three-piece suit of Govind Nihalani with Om Puri everywhere; Sadgati of Ray with Om Puri lurks nearby. They make sense in today's violent India, posting Muslims, Christians, Dalits and the poor to graveyards. More so a day or two ahead of Bihar elections; Biharis have long dined on an emptiness; for far too long. Aakroshes happen most in Bihar and Orissa and are not going to go any quickly. Me started knowing edges of Bihar in Calcutta, an overnight train journey; the rickshawala, chaiwala, dhobi, milkman, newspaperwalla - all were mostly from Bihar facilitating the Bengali Bhadralok with a dictionary term of contempt: Bihari. Never has sat in a rickshaw as me could not. In those years, Durga Puja celebrations for Bengalis meant good business for Biharis; am proud of my father for a single act of acceptance. He took our local jamadar, Shankar, to open a bank account in UCO bank and that set him on to marriage, family and school for his kids. And then there was me best friend Shailendra Nath from Bihar; we lost each other after quitting Calcutta. Never dropped in to Bihar. And today, Niranjan from Benares was talking of Bihar elections. 'Bihari chaku martha hai,' is the common comment of Niranjan; maybe UP and Bihar are as near as Kerala and Tamil Nadu. Me is uncertain. Me has been following Nitish Kumar and do accept him as the best option for Bihar. With Laloo, Nitish tastes of the orgy of power. Narendra Modi will salt it with Hindutva and me prefers Laloo and Nitish. Niranjan thinks Laloo will win - Jab thak rahega samosae mein aloo, thab thak Bihar mein Laloo. Shivdas selling fruit juices thinks otherwise: Modi jitega, he loudly exclaims in Yogi Nagar trying to get a Hindutva customer. Looked anyway, Bihar is in for Aakroshes. For Rama, ma impressed with Aakrosh, nothing is going to change. Chidambaram, Aakrosh, Paar...is pushing her to a Marxian identity.
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