I just had the privilege of watching Vivek Agnihotri’s masterpiece on the very first day of its screening in Indian cinemas. I am not a film critic, so the following is not a film review. I believe that after the things I saw today, you don’t need to be a certified film critic to analyze this film, you just got to be a Bharatiya with an emotion, an emotion which makes me think, ‘lest we forget’. Plus, how do you ‘review’ such chilling tragedies of the people who have survived through the horrors and continue to suffer not just with a PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) but with a dreaded despair?
Some of us may think that this is too disturbing, how will we sleep at night, right? Well, the film is just for that! This is not a goody-goody ‘love-the pyaar’ film, but a visual and documented account of the atrocities so sinful, that it fuels you with contemplation and outrage. Anger at the lies being spread. At the dead bodies of Hindus that nobody seemed to notice. At Islamic jihadists running rampage on a daily basis and the nation bending a knee to those who take to the streets screaming “Gustakhe Rasool ki saza, sar tan se juda
The film touches various aspects regarding the problems faced by our entire generation. We, a generation to whom truth becomes propaganda and propaganda becomes history, to whom, terrorists become rebels and soldiers becomes fascist, to whom, maoists become intellectuals and intellectuals become chauvinists, to whom stooges become leaders and patriots become criminals, to whom ‘Bharat Tere Tukde Honge’ becomes liberal and ‘Om Namah Shivay’ becomes oppression. Where genocide becomes bearable but patriotism becomes unbearable.
The storyline is pretty simple – it is the unvarnished truth of what happened to the Kashmiri Hindus and the fate they met at the hands of Islamic terrorists. It couples the blood-soaked tales of Kashmiri Hindus with the campus politics we see today, that diminish the plight of the Hindus as a fantastical tale, aiding the Islamists to paint themselves as the victims. It also shows how gradually and on everyday basis, Kashmiri Pandits were thrown out and boycotted. It shows just how craftily young men and women are brainwashed to believe that no genocide really took place in Kashmir and the Hindus simply up and left, repeating this tale ad nauseam over the past 30 years because they had convinced themselves of a lie due to politicians and their propaganda.
In one scene, where Vivek Agnihotri recreates the massacre at Nadimarg village near Shopian in Pulwama district in Jammu and Kashmir, Hindus are shot at point-blank range one by one. In the pin-drop silence of the theatre, I shuddered in my seat with each bullet being fired. 24 Hindus were killed on that fateful 2003 night when terrorists came calling, dressed in Army fatigues, to murder Hindus. Heaps of bodies lying flat on each other and their fellow Kashmiris stand watching with blank expressions. When one of the terrorists says “Ye karnawun chupe” (silence the baby) and an infant is shot, images of my own daughter flashed before my eyes almost instinctively and I burst into tears. The heart-wrenching story of Girija Tickoo (different name is used in the film) also makes an appearance, albeit, with certain artistic liberties – not with how she was murdered, but the events as the murder unfolded. They do not particularly show that she was gang-raped for days before she was murdered, however, they do show her being disrobed by the terrorists – showing just enough for people to at least Google and find out what really happened to her.
Some of us, may think that this is creative freedom, but, the entire film gives a plethora of evidences about this issue. The Hindu in me wasn’t ready to believe that this happened to our brothers and sisters. But I had to remind myself that no, this actually happened. That Islamists chanted ‘Ralive, tsalive, galive’ ‘convert (to Islam), run or die’ on the streets of Kashmir. That they announced these from the loudspeakers of the mosques, asking Kashmiri Hindu men to leave the valley, leaving behind their women so that they can finally have their ‘azaadi’ (freedom). As Mithun Chakraborty very correctly said in the film that ‘Azaadi’ is the song of terrorism. It is, therefore, shocking when one saw the same ‘azaadi’ chants, most of which were raised by cynical mobs on the streets of Delhi in 2019-2020. The ‘liberals’ of India, too, have romanticised the idea of ‘freedom of Kashmir’. Except, because they live in their bubble and echo chamber, they don’t realise that the terrorists’ slogans they are chanting actually want to ‘free’ Kashmir from the ‘kafirs.
Anupam Kher who played the part of a Teacher in Kashmir, has actually exhausted his boon of acting. In a recent interview, being a Kashmiri Pandit, he said “You watched a virtual depiction of our reality, our lived trauma packed in less than 3 hours and that made you cry, we have lived through it,”. While others like Mithun Chakraborty, Darshan Kumar, Pallavi Joshi with a mind-blowing script delivered admirable performances. It needs one to be decently well-versed with research and bore into the truth, a hunger to search for the truth, and a passion to work till your eyelids are held up with toothpicks, like those exhausted cats in cartoons, but most of all, it needs strength and love. It is that strength, born out of the love for one’s nation.
There is nothing in the film we don’t already know. That the terrorists like Yasin Malik got tacit support and endorsement from those in power and the ‘intellectuals’ is not a secret. Pallavi Joshi has done a pretty good job depicting one of these rascals, in fact so well that listening to her dialogues made my ears bleed.
- Those who have seen the film will know the exact scene depicted in the first photo.
- JKLF terrorist Yasin Malik meeting with Dr. Singh. Even the highest office in the nation has bent the knee.
- Another protest, another propaganda, another treachery. Also seen, Afzal Guru’s son Ghalib.
This film has left no stone unturned to provide us with a marvelous creation of cinematic brilliance. But that is not in question here. The fact that Vivek Agnihotri dared to make a movie about something that has never been confronted with, in public discourse by the commonality of this nation for 32 years, itself deserves our congratulations and backing. Every ‘son/daughter of the soil’ must watch this film, not only because it is very well made with brilliant performances but because we need to know what our school history books have not taught us. Because let me tell you this, if you don’t watch this film, you will be doing a grave injustice not only to the mere memories of these brutalities on your Hindu brothers and sisters, but to your own conscience. The Kashmir files will truly shake our collective conscience. Let us confront the truth of Kashmir like never before and promise ourselves only one thing, never again!