A friend of mine hates ‘art’ movies and he never finds Deepa Mehta entertaining; he calls her a successful disappoint. Maybe, because she digs for socially ostracized issues. He told me he is not going to ask me how the movie was and I was quick to answer that I will not tell even if he begs to be told unless he cares to read this post, which he will sucessfuly skip after reading the blog-title.
Water my first Deepa Mehta film and I will say it is an heart-rendering unforgattable movie. By the time I write this post every reader will have seen it. I will say why I find it unforgettable and heart-rendering. It talks about the issue that present generation has got nothing to do with, its an old dead issue but it is worth knowing because we should know how far we have reached.
It’s the innocence of 7-year-old girl Chuhiya that gave me goosebumps and wet eyes. Long hair, ripped to tonsure for she is a widow. Chuhiya doesn’t know what it means to marry, or to become a widow. All she waits for is her ‘Amma’ to take her back home. She is tricked into lewdness in the pretext of play. It’s the innocence of her age when she asks “How long will I be a widow?” or “Where is men widow-house?”, when she is booed for asking a profane question.
There is Kalyani. A beautiful widow, with her hair uncut, widowed at nine without seeing her husband. She wants to break the rules and marry a handsome man, Narayan, from lower class, who is a Gandhi follower. Only she realises that she is a desire of night of Narayan’s father. Didi, played by Seema Biswas, is the literate one. She frees Kalyani so that she can marry Narayan, and she rescues Chuhiya. She wants to know the truth – the vedas, the laws. She is the one who questions but doesn’t want to leave her fate of being a widow; maybe she does but she is scared about its profanity.
Every women in living in the widow house is waiting to be loved by someone, waiting to love someone. Madhumati, a big fat mean woman, owns a parrot whom she gives her love and cries with hiccups when it dies. Bua remembers nothing but her hay days – gulab jamuns, gold, ladus etc. She sees nothing but ladoos everywhere and she dies only after Chuhiya grants her wish.
Oh! there are shots that make you feel so bad…
I will not say it is a movie that will change you but it is beautiful, heart-rendering, innocent, unforgettable; a movie that makes you think and thank the efforts of people who fought for a brighter future back then.. Hats off to Deepa Mehta for the wonderful movie.