Showing posts with label MiraNair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MiraNair. Show all posts

Friday, 6 November 2020

The hidden 9/10 of the iceberg!

Salaam Bombay! (Greetings to Bombay!, Hindi; 1988)
Story, Direction and Production: Mira Nair

My partner in crime, Eskay and I often argue about the presence of poverty and the push it gives to a person to succeed in life. I quote the numerous examples of rag-to-riches stories and the hardships in life being a driving force to accomplishments. Eskay politely disagrees. He insists that the success stories are just the tip of an iceberg. Beneath the majestic free-floating iceberg is 89% that did not quite make it to the surface, submerged beneath the ocean.

For every Ambani that makes it big, many failure stories remain buried in the annals of time. These disappointments are often forgotten. They are seen around but not observed. If we were to approach them, they would each have tall tales of dreams, hard work, near misses and twists of fate.

We, the abled bodies, often condescendingly decree that we all deserve the life we lead. We are all given the same footing, but some choose not to grasp the chances available to them. It is not that easy. Many life situations prevent some from usurping opportunities available to them. Familial poverty, social problems, mental illnesses, societal discrimination and even governmental discriminatory policies based on race and religion put many in a disadvantaged position to come up in life.

The deep-pocketed, educated bunch can always skirt around to jump onto the loopholes to springboard themselves to success. Not to underprivileged, there have to depend on goodwill, fate and divine grace to pull them up by their bootstraps.

This movie is Mira Nair's debut and was India's nomination for the Oscars. Nationalists may decry that the moviemakers are just churning out poverty porn just to whet the Western appetite for the hopelessness of Indian people and the discriminatory nature of the brown people. On the other hand, poverty is present in all big cities anywhere in the world, but this movie gave the life of the little people dignity, not garnering sympathy or playing on the chord of melancholy. The world anywhere is cruel. We just have to deal with it. Wandering illiterate barefoot street kids, abuse, drug addiction, forced prostitution, crimes and overcrowding are common occurrences in metropolitan areas. Bombay is no different. Again, nationalists would blame the British and the foreign Muslim conquerors for plundering all wealth from a country which used to own 25% of the world's GDP at one time.

Irfan Khan (pic) was initially supposed to get his big breakthrough via this movie, but unfortunately, he was deemed to be too well-nourished to fit the bill of a street kid. Khan was offered a minor role. A real street kid, Shafiq Syed, got the part. He went on to win multiple awards for his role but was last seen roughing it out as an autorickshaw in Bangalore. That is Bollywood for you. It is only about whom you know and which acting dynasty you are from.

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*