“We are ‘cultured’, ’educated’
people.”
When a stern looking Tamilian
says that, how can you not even feel like a struggling fly in her perfectly
spicy sambhar? Especially if you are a loudmouthed Punjabi whose idea of
culture is defined by chicken legs, beer and fancy gifts. Worse, how can you
even hope to have the Utopian ‘Hum Aapke Hai Kaun’ wedding where families will
smile forever and ever or till their teeth fall off?
If you have had the misfortune of falling in
love with such an unsuitable boy or girl, you can either die the ‘Ek Duje Ke
Liye’ glorified death or do what the protagonists of 2 States do: take on the
challenge of making the enemies fall in love with you.
But that’s not what really
sets this otherwise regular Indian love story apart. The very concept of ‘love
marriage’ as opposed to ‘arranged marriage’ between a girl and a boy belonging
to a different religion or a community or caste; is a widely acknowledged
Indian cliché.
A typical first conversation
consists of boasting of our sinfulIy fat laden food or our ‘convent’ educated,
phoren returned relative (somehow there is always one such family hero) or how
pure, pious and classical sangeet lovers our families are.
There are labels and there
are labels. Each one better and bigger. So big that they are carefully wrapped
around the hidden ugly truths that exist in every cobweb corner of the Indian
household.
Like that grandmother who
never allowed a woman into the kitchen during her periods. Tradition is
culture, you see.
Like that father who
constantly goes to the Ganges to wash his sins. Has anyone asked him about the
sins? Holy cow, how can you belittle his faith in a river??
Like that mother who aborted
every girl child but kept getting pregnant in the hope of having a son. Because
sons carry the family name forward. After all, that is the traditional flag. To
be held high in the name of the Singhs, the Iyers, the Shahs, the Roys, the
Raos…the list is endless.
Like the parents who hate
each other but will stay married for the sake of the marriage status thrust on
them by society. Because divorce is a part of western culture. How can Indians
even think of it??
Like that father who is an
alcoholic and a wife beater who controls the television remote at home. How do
you hide this insignificant part of your life? You simply turn a blind eye like
the mother does. For the sake of her children. Because that’s what traditional
Indian wives and mothers do. It is called ‘khandaani’ virtue.
Exactly like the boy’s
parents live in Chetan Bhagat’s ‘2 states’.
In Chetan Bhagat’s world, Indian
families can be dysfunctional too. Unlike the carefully constructed Eutopia
that exists in long wedding videos of Sooraj Barjatiya’s ‘Hum Aapke Hai Kaun’.
It is a widely accepted and
strangely ignored fact that most families have only absentee fathers. Either
the father is posted in some place other than the hometown. Or the father is
constantly travelling on work. Or he is a highly successful man with no time
for his children. Or he is simply emotionally challenged.Or he is alcoholic and
abusive like Ronit Roy’s character in 2 States.
That is what a real Indian
family looks like. That’s the challenge that every great Indian wedding overcomes,
not just that of inter caste marriage but that of accepting one’s own long,
buried skeleton.
The reason why 2 States
deserves to be read and seen, despite the clichés.
So that we admit, the dysfunctional
is the great Indian family secret, which can only be hidden under one label.
Culture.
Great GG
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading as always,Rahimji:)
ReplyDeleteHe is my favorite author and very good person too. I liked almost all his book but my favorite book is Half Girlfriend.
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