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Invitation for a session with
an Indian documenatry Filmmaker Arvind Sinha in Introduction and welcome by Siraj Zaidi; Date: Tue: 16th
June 2009 Time: 6:30 pm. Screening of documentary films:
King of India, Dhrupad, Sawami Viveka Nand Talk / Public Q& A with Mr. Arvind Sinha: Location: The Filmbase, Admission: free. ALL WELCOME Best Kind
Regards Siraj Zaidi
Arvind Sinha's new film travels into streets
and bylanes of a Kolkata we do not generally get to see,
thus throwing up a collage of the city from a perspective
many are not familiar with. Ratan Singh, the father of these children, is a
migrant from Chhatisgarh, who claims to be a descendant
of the 'Nats' of Rajasthan, but lives in a tent-like
temporary shanty in the suburbs of Kolkata with wife
Radha, and the children. Today, the Nats are outside the
caste system, and considered untouchables, although the
medieval Rajputs they claim to be descended from were
famed warriors. For several months each year, hundreds of
wayside performers like this family make the chaotic and
colourful metropolis their temporary home. "In the
big city there is a ready audience for their entertaining
skills. But they live in conditions that even the most
primitive municipality should not approve of," says
Sinha. "Nats are mentioned in texts like Manu Smriti and
Kautilya's Arthashastra, each at least 2000 years old.
They are found in practically every part of the Indian
sub-continent," says Sinha. "They hold their
separate social identity close to their heart. A lot of
them are quite gifted, both in looks and artistic
qualities. I've observed them to be robust, sensuous,
nomadic, and carefree. They are also known to encourage
their women to practice prostitution on the side to
augment their earnings," he adds. Sinha is a leading Indian documentary filmmaker. He
has won some of the most prestigious awards in the world
for his films - in King of India was screened at the Joris Ivens
Competition at IDFA in "I have tried to take both a macro and a micro
view of the Nat community of performers in the backdrop
of a totally insensitive 'mainstream' The camera opens on the crudely painted face of a
little boy of six or seven. His name is Raja Hindustani,
after the popular Raja, Toofan, Jyotsna, Reshmi and Chandni are neither
good-looking nor healthy. Janaki, the eldest, would have
been good-looking but she does not perform. They commute
everyday to Kolkata by local trains without tickets,
carrying their equipment and dhol along, to perform for
money. The earnings are taken away by their parents to
keep the family fires burning. The parents are not
bothered about their education, health and nutritional
needs. King of India, the story of these children,
exploited by their own parents, grows up with them as,
one by one, they go their separate ways, with the younger,
very small siblings taking the place of the older ones as
they leave. Ratan Singh's time is spent putting make-up on their
faces with indigenously prepared black kohl for
eyes, moustaches, etc, some garish red paint for lipstick
and rouge and talcum powder for the face. The rest of his
time is spent drinking and dancing away to merriment,
singing old Hindi film songs and taking pride in his
ancestry. The deep influence of Hindi mainstream cinema
on the lives of the family and on the performances of the
children comes across strongly. When the family walks out
of a temporary theatre after watching a Bengali film,
Singh spells out the names of three popular Hindi films
from which ideas and plots have been lifted for this film.
The wife pitches in, cooking and cleaning as the debts
begin to mount. When asked why they do not send their
kids to school, Ratan Singh says they cannot afford to,
adding, "what will they gain from schooling?" A
while later, Radha smiles and says, "We are smart
people you see? Our children earn a lot so instead of our
spending money on education that will hardly bring in
anything, even without education they can bring in a lot
every day." But her daughter-in-law Julie repeats
that she wants to send her son Kishore Kumar (named after
the playback singer) to school because "he will be
able to read and write and keep hisaab-kitaab and
maintain accounts and will not be cheated." Over the six-year span the film covers, Sinha shows
how the eldest girl, Janaki, is married off to a boy from
another family of Nats from their old Chhatisgarh village.
Toofan grows up to marry Julie, a love marriage. Along
with his wife and infant Kishore Kumar, he heads the
siblings in their daily routine. Ranjan Palit's camera
returns again and again to the performing kids, closing
up on the smiling painted face of Raja Hindustani, or on
Julie's collection plate as she goes around the crowd to
collect the money. There is one touching shot showing Toofan and Julie's
toddler carted around for the shows, turning on his
stomach to puke on the street. Another shocking sequence
shows Chandni fall off the make-shift trapeze during a
performance that hurts her but no one talks about taking
her to a doctor, including Chandni herself. Another scene
shows little Kishore Kumar trying to learn the tricks of
the trade when he has not even begun to talk! Through the story of these children, their parents and
their pathetic existence, Sinha makes a scathing
indictment on the skewed development that globalisation
has brought forth into the city. "The story of
children like Raja Hindustani is just a tip of the
massive iceberg of a growing population that remains
completely forgotten when the benefits of globalization
are shared by the fortunate few. Ratan Singh, his wife
Radha who he throws out when Julie enters to take charge,
their children and grandchildren are merely a metaphor
for the massive poor whose lives have not been touched by
the booming economy," sums up Sinha. The names of these children stand out in stark irony
against the films they are named after. In this sense, King
of India is a powerful socio-political statement. At
the same time, it also raises questions and points an
accusing finger at a Shining India of which we are a part,
where even the radiance of the glitter does not reach the
lives of these children who light up their street
audience with joy and fun, but they remain in the dark
themselves. ? |