Skip to main content

Nil Batte Sannata - A Warm Cute Film

Really liked Nil Batte Sannata, a Hindi film I saw recently with my relatives. After a long time there was a film that all of us really enjoyed and warmed up to - everybody from me to my eight year old niece.

Though the film attempts to convey the rather serious message of girls' education, it does not come across as heavy handed or dull. Laced with witty humour and stellar acting, the film is an entertaining watch. Almost everybody acts well, and convincingly. The pace is just right. The director, Ashwini Iyer Tiwari, keeps a tight grip on the proceedings, delivering the message with gentle sarcasm and humour.


Image source: www.india.com

A carefree, willful teenager rebelling against her mother's constant nagging to study and become somebody, is something most adolescents would identify with. The fact that the mother is a single parent, working as a maid in people's homes and sweating it out to secure her daughter's future, is something the girl hardly cares about.

The film carefully contrasts the girl's don't care attitude with the mother's concern and fears for the future. We can sympathize with both, though more with the mother, and we wish that the child sees sense. When her mother slaps her in frustration, it seems as if we have given vent to our anger and exasperation at her casual and brazen attitude. When she correctly solves complex maths problems, we triumph in joy. The audience totally identifies with the protagonist - the mother, her struggle, her dreams, and wishes fervently that those dreams do come true.

Swara Bhaskar excels in her portrayal of the single mother struggling in her world, though never losing her zest for life. Ria Shukla, playing her daughter, and the kids playing her friends also deliver excellent performances. A special mention of Ratna Pathak Shah and Pankaj Tripathi who essay the roles of the employer cum agony aunt, and the school principal respectively. Both are very believable and human.

All in all, a lovely movie, a moving experience without any masala or violence. Well done!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Does Mother Mary Really Come? You bet!

Prolific writer-activist-thinker Arundhati Roy's memoir, an ode to her mother's formidable personality, is cleverly titled, Mother Mary Comes to Me. Below the title is a picture of young Roy nonchalantly smoking a bidi. Irreverence, thy name is Arundhati Roy! At 372 pages, it is a tome, a sweeping saga that recollects both her mother's remarkable life, as well as her own. Is it a Memoir? Yes and no. Though the book title refers to their mother-daughter relationship, the book - at several junctures treats each one of them as independent and exclusive from one another. In fact, for a good part, her mother finds no mention at all, and the reader is engrossed reading about Roy's exploits and struggles through Architecture College, early attempts to find her vocation and calling, her dabbling with cinema, acting, scriptwriting; her romantic liaisons with the luscious JC, Sanjay, Pradeep et al. A life as extraordinary and unapologetic as Arundhati's mesmerizes in itself. ...

The Sadness Within Us

A curious phenomenon has taken place over the years. Technology has advanced in leaps, modern medicine has become far more effective, we can control pain and disease far better, mental health is getting due attention, there are more avenues for creativity and entertainment.  Yet.... We are no longer able to be really happy. We are a chronically unhappy people. Forever dissatisfied, never content. Always thinking about the past or the future, never enjoying the moment. Think about it. When was the last time you were really, truly, wholly happy? Blissful, joyful? You slog hard at office, get that deserved raise/promotion, party hard to celebrate, and yet at the end of the day, a hollowness creeps in. An emptiness, a feeling of futility. You have a grand wedding - its the stuff Instagram dreams are made of. Your sweetheart looks like a million bucks with the latest designer lehenga, you yourself are spruced up, your family and friends are beaming, the event is going on swimmingly. Yet...

Emotional toil of festival times

Festivals are happy times, right? Time for merriment, revelry, celebration, enjoying yourself... Wrong! Studies show festivals call for a steady spike in stress levels. Cortisol shoots up, starting with preparation for festivals, and remains high throughout, in the quest to do everything perfectly, "at least during the festival". Guess who bears the brunt of this? Yes, its the one who takes emotional labour for everyone she cares for - the woman of the house. She wants everything to be perfect, so works her ass off tidying and cleaning things. Then she wants her family to be fed well, so spends hours toiling away making delicacies in the kitchen. Rangoli to be painted - there she is with the brush. Festoons to be hung up - she's balancing herself on a stool. Furniture rearranged, flowers put up, puja room decorated? Yes, only one person who signs up for all this. Then there's the stress of the whole family at home, stepping on each other's toes. She has to appease...