My piece about Jalpari: The Desert Mermaid on Firstpost.com:
Jalpari, which releases in theatres today, is a rather
unusual sort of creature. At one level, it’s a beautifully executed
children’s film, with a feel of holiday adventure that could compare
with your favourite Enid Blyton memories. But it’s also a film that sets
out to deal with a subject that couldn’t be more serious and ‘adult’ –
the sex-selective abortion of female foetuses.
Director Nila Madhab Panda, whose I Am Kalam (2011) tackled
the subject of education and the class divide with a enviable lightness
of touch, brings a similar buoyancy to his second film. “All cinema is a
reflection of society, [so] I believe that each film deals with some
social issue,” says Panda. “But I thought that instead of a dark, adult,
preachy film, I should address this issue through children’s eyes.
Because whether you like it or not, children ask questions, and that
changes things.”
Panda, who has earlier made two television soaps – called Aatmaja and
Chiraag – on similar subjects, was clear from the start that he wanted
to tell this story as a young girl’s journey of discovery. Jalpari’s
plot revolves around a Delhi girl whose much-awaited trip to her
father’s ancestral village turns out to be an eye-opener for her – and
potentially also for the village. “In the beginning, she doesn’t
understand what’s happening,” says Panda. “But when a child comes to
that perception, it’s very powerful.”
Panda clearly knows his way around children, and extracts great performances from his child actors. If the sparkle of I Am Kalam had a great deal to do with the infectious enthusiasm of Chhotu the dhaba boy (the wonderful Harsh Mayar), much of Jalpari’s
charm lies in Lehar Khan’s winsome performance as the tomboyish,
fearless, ever-curious Shreya Singh. Brought up by a father (Parvin
Dabas) who’s left his Jat roots so far behind that he’s taught his
children to call him by his first name, the motherless Shreya is the
rare – and lucky – sort of girl who has no sense that she ought to
behave differently from the boys. Constantly leaping full-tilt into new
experiences, ever willing to step into the ring and compete, and
fiercely protective of her younger brother, she is the sort of girl the
boys in the village have never imagined.
As it turns out, the boys in the village would need to have used
their imagination to think up any sort of girl at all – because there
aren’t any real ones around. “I could have shot anywhere, including
South Delhi, where the sex ratio is among the lowest in the country –
but there [the effect] isn’t visible yet. I wanted to show a place where
the girl [Shreya] could ask: where are the girls?” Panda’s research led
him to Haryana’s Mahendragarh district, whose child sex ratio is among
the worst in the country. According the 2011 census, the number of
females born per 1000 males in Mahendragarh has dropped to an abysmal
778 over the last decade.
In such a scenario, the surprise, even bafflement, with which Shreya
is greeted by the villagers makes perfect sense. The local boy gang, led
by tough guy Ajite (Harsh Mayar) first assumes the short-haired, feisty
creature who insists on being their equal must be a boy. When they find
out she’s a girl, they fluctuate between grudging admiration and
knee-jerk dismissal. “That’s what they have been taught: girls are
stupid, girls don’t know anything, we don’t play with girls,” says
Panda. “Yehi soch humko barbaad kar rahi hai (This thinking is what is destroying us) – the attitude men in this country have towards women.”
Working with scriptwriter Deepak Venkateshan, Panda gives us a vivid
glimpse of the nightmarish world slowly being brought into being by the
skewedness of the sex ratio. There is, for instance, the character of
Shabari (a well-cast Tannishtha Chatterjee), an ‘imported bride’
brought in as a wife from New Jalpaiguri in West Bengal, because there
simply aren’t enough local girls of marriageable age. The film doesn’t
dwell on it, but Shabari’s fear of her husband and mother-in-law point
to the dangers of exploitation inherent in bringing in poor young women
who have no local ties and don’t speak the language. Meanwhile, there
are no little girls in the village who can be part of the Navaratri
ritual of Kanchak, when virgin girls are worshipped as incarnations of
Durga: the visiting Shreya is the only one.
Jalpari also links the idea of a world without women to the
idea of ecological imbalance on an even wider scale, proposing a tenuous
but somehow affecting link between girls and water – a suggestion that
stretches from Shreya’s fascination with learning to swim and wanting to
be a mermaid to the fact that the girl-less village is also a waterless
one. “Banjar soch, banjar zameen, banjar gaanv (Infertile
thinking, infertile land, infertile village)” pronounces Dev in
frustration at one point in the film. “I’m talking of the massive issue
of the ecosystem of humanity, which we are wrecking,” says Panda. “
‘Banjar’ is the subtext of the story.”
There are things about Jalpari that might have been dealt with in
less simplistic fashion: for example, the fact that the village comes
out looking like a den of ignorance, with a vaid (traditional healer)
who is the root of evil and who must be conquered by the good doctor and
the force of modern medicine. After all, the crazily skewed sex ratios
we are now seeing are as much the result of modern technology and an
ostensibly rational economism taken to its logical conclusion.
But these are quibbles. Panda’s thoughtful, lively film spans various
terrains with admirable surefootedness. How often do you see a film
that captures the urban child’s excitement at the rural magic of
peacock-studded mornings – but also gives her something unutterably
important to think about? “Dear Imran,” Shreya writes at the end to her
Pakistani pen friend, “Did you know there were people in the world who
hate girls?”
You can also read this piece here.
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