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winning critical acclaim at the Tribeca Film Festival in New
York and bagging the International Federation of Film Critics
Award at the 10th Osian Cinefan Film Festival in New Delhi,
Mehreen Jabbar’s Ramchand Pakistani finally made it to
cinema screens across the country last month.
Ramchand’s
strength lies in its very timely and critical theme –
the issue of Indian and Pakistani prisoners languishing in each
other’s jails for crossing the border, mostly inadvertently.
Ramchand
is the story of one such prisoner, a little Hindu boy Ramchand
(Syed Fazal Hussain), living in Tharparkar, who unwittingly
crosses the border into Kutch, India. His father, Shankar (Rashid
Farooqui) goes after him and both end up in an Indian prison,
where they are detained for five years.
The
film traces the life of Ramchand as he transforms from a sweet
and innocent kid into a smooth operator in the company of all
sort of criminals who inhabit the cell. Among them is a child
molester who tries to lure Ramchand and a small-time crook who
keeps offering him drug-laced cigarettes. And then, there is
the beautiful but bigoted Kamla (Maria Wasti), an upper caste
police officer, who resents Ramchand at first because he is
a Dalit, but later grows fond of him, despite herself.
A
parallel track also runs through the film – that of Ramchand’s
mother, Champa (Nandita Das), who stays behind in the village
in the hope that her husband and son will return, but is later
forced to leave to work on a feudal landlord’s farm to
pay off a debt. She rebuffs the advances of shopkeeper Abdullah
(Noman Ijaz) initially, but succumbs when hopes of her husband’s
return fade. However, eventually, Abdullah too abandons her
when he is chastised by the landlord’s munshi and she
returns to her village only to be reunited with Ramchand who
has finally returned. As far as the storyline goes, it is simple,
interesting and follows a logical sequence of events. However,
one felt that the climax scene could have been built up a bit
more, for the ending seems very abrupt.
Considering
its theme, Ramchand, fortunately, is not designed as an anti-India
tirade or even a tear-jerker. The movie does have a couple of
scenes showing the ruthless interrogation and torture of Ramchand’s
father by the jailer, but it is generally understated and dwells
more on the human aspect of life in an Indian prison, among
its many eccentric characters. However, save for Kamla’s
character, with its interesting nuances, the eccentricities
of the rest of the characters are never quite explained. For
instance, one never learns why one of the prisoners constantly
chews paper, or why another paints the prison walls. The politician
is also given short shrift. That goes for another character
outside of the prison walls – Abdullah, who pursues Champa,
and then drops her like a hot potato at the slightest provocation.
Having
said that, one must commend Jabbar for the themes she has tackled.
The issue of Pakistani and Indian prisoners has been a bone
of contention between the two constantly sparring neighbours,
and Jabbar’s film highlights the need for taking remedial
measures to ease the suffering of the prisoners and their families.
When one of the inmates is asked what he intends to do after
he is released, he says, “Go back and fish, and then land
up here again!” This remark may have elicited some laughs,
but it throws light on the predicament of the hapless victims.
The
feminist element in the film is also noteworthy. Champa is shown
as no ordinary, downtrodden village belle. She is a proud, self-respecting
woman, and, on occasion, quite a firebrand. She refuses to take
any financial favours from Abdullah following her husband’s
disappearance, and trades in her bangles in return for the cash
he loans her. In another incident, when she overhears the landlord
tell Abdullah off for showing an interest in her due to her
being a Dalit, she responds by refusing to continue working
for him.
Similarly, the caste system has also been touched upon by juxtapositioning
Kamla’s character against Ramchand’s – the
Brahman Kamla, who initially does not allow the Dalit Ramchand
to touch her utensils, develops a bond with him as the story
progresses and actually kisses him goodbye when she is leaving
her job to get married.
It is scenes like these that lift Jabbar’s work above
your regular movie fare. However, one criticism that has been
levelled against the film is that while it tackles several pertinent
issues, it handles the film’s central theme with so much
restraint, that it appears to be too polite, and doesn’t
leave the kind of strong impact a theme of this nature needed,
in order to register with the masses. This may have to do with
Jabbar’s transition from television to celluloid, but
then she is known to be an understated director.
However,
where the movie scores brilliantly is on the acting front. Right
from the two young boys, Syed Fazal Hussain and Navaid Jabbar,
who play the title role, to all the prisoners, each character
has been portrayed convincingly. Hats off to Mehreen for a very
astute selection of the cast. Particularly deserving mention,
aside from the boys playing Ramchand, are Maria Wasti who was
simply superb as the police officer, and Rashid Farooqui who
plays Shankar. Indian actor Nandita Das was competent in a role
that was not very demanding. Nevertheless, she brought star
value to a movie which relied mostly on TV actors.
The
music and soundtrack of the film is another feather in Mehreen
Jabbar’s cap. Composed by Kolkata’s Debajyoti Mishra,
the songs have a haunting appeal, especially ‘Phir Wohi
Raastay’ rendered by Shafqat Amanat Ali, and picturised
poignantly on Ramchand. Indian classical singer Shubha Mudgal
joins Shafqat in the melodious ‘Allah Megh Dey.’
Anwar Maqsood’s lyrics are equally powerful.
Another
plus is the impressive cinematography by young Sofian Khan,
who captures Tharparkar beautifully on celluloid.
All
in all, Ramchand is a competent movie on a pertinent theme,
and keeping in mind that it marks Mehreen’s transition
from the small screen to the big screen, it is definitely impressive.
Lacking
the glitz and glamour generally associated with feature flicks,
Ramchand Pakistani is more likely to appeal those who prefer
to watch meaningful cinema.
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