JWB’s Take On The Angry Indian Goddesses!
- JWB Post
- December 8, 2015
Spoiler alert! All those who haven’t seen the movie, steer clear from this post because it might color your judgement. Oh but wait! Hello? Why haven’t you seen the movie yet? Go watch it asap and get back here.
From a bunch of ‘girl-friends’ peeing in gents washroom to two ‘girlfriends’ tying the knot, from having a confessional night to partying and boozing in shorts, this movie shows it all!
Did your brows just shoot up impulsively reading the above statement? Well, I am taking the liberty here to assume that for most of you, this was out of scorn than surprise.
We don’t see our women that way, do we? Living their lives like wild free birds… wearing what they like… doing what they like… marrying whomever they like. Anyway, before I plunge into the controversial ‘what is’ and ‘what is not’, let me tell you a bit about the movie.
Right in the beginning, we meet almost the entire cast – a chirpy and feisty ensemble of women coming from different backdrops, with different aspirations, and different destinies! There’s Suranjana (the strong-headed single mom who smokes), Madhurita aka Mad (two-time suicide attempter and the amazing singer whose albums don’t sell), Joanna (the half-British-half-Indian who’s trying hard to get into Bollywood), Pamela (the bright-headed ‘adarsh’ daughter who gave up her career before it started due to marriage), Laxmi (the maid who witnessed her brother getting shot and is fighting for justice for years), and last but not the least, Freida (the amiable fashion photographer and the bride-to-be who brings all these women together in her house in Goa). Oh, and there’s Nargis, the obstinate social activist who Freida is getting married to.
It is Freida’s bachelorette trip. The girls are all happy and high on fun and friendship. But each of their life’s realities has something gloomy to it. We see the girls encountering each other’s life’s demons and putting them to rest gradually.
We were so mesmerized by all that was happening on screen in front of us, that we parallely cooked our khayali pulao to have our respective bachelorette parties in Goa.
The last 30 minutes or so of the movie gripped us, and took us by surprise! Joanne, the half-British-half-Indian lass becomes a victim of sexual assault leading to death. The girl gang is shaken up, with shivers running down each one’s spine. In a situation where murder, evidence, or justice should have been the prime source of concern, the dimensions of the women’s clothing, their partying habits, and a six-year old owning an IPhone become the wide-eyed centres of attention. As the next day’s dawn hits, the mournful news of the sexual assault leading to death of Joanne echoes in the whole country through media houses.
What usually happens in such cases? People mourn, protest, retaliate for a couple of days, weeks at the most. And then all is as good as nothing happened. Or probably, so much of the sort has already been happening in our country that it doesn’t seem like a heinous crime anymore… that waking up to news of another rape or abuse has become a mainstream activity.
Thinking of the case as one that would linger on for years in the courts, Suranjana, the headstrong one among the lot takes the law and the revolver in her hands. The movie abruptly ends with all the people in the funeral ceremony standing up voluntarily to take responsibility for the murder of the murderers. And the police official addressing the case is left gawking mindlessly, in the face of this situation.
Whether or not the step to shoot to death the murderers was correct, is among the many thoughts that the movie left in our minds to muse upon.
- What really is more important in rape cases? The woman’s clothes and habits or the surrounding evidence?
- A couple is not able to conceive a child. Why is it that the woman has to face all the questions and the trips to the gynaecologist? I mean, a man is an equal contributor to the process, isn’t he? Something could be wrong with him too! He could be a gay, to think of the extremes!
- Lesbian marriage. Hmmmm. The couple is happy. Blissfully happy, for that matter. So why should one poke his/her nose and drop stinky mucus of all sorts of drama on this blissful relationship? WHY?
- Does a girl wanting for freedom = the girl inviting trouble? Does freedom come with a huge price? I thought it only came with responsibility. Looks like it is different in the case of the womankind.
While we were moving out of the theatre, one amongst us put up a question, “Still want to have a bachelorette in Goa?” I took some time to soak in the movie and the question, and replied, “I forgot that Goa is, after all, a part of India.”
It is my wishful fantasy to see women being respected the way Goddesses are respected in India. Watch the movie and let me know what you think about it!