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Dear Maa - Motherhood in all its messy, flawed beauty

Does motherhood belong solely to the birth giver? Or does it encompass anyone who nurtures and cherishes the child? Does an adoptive mother- busy with her career, disqualify as a mother? Or is a nanny cum housekeeper the actual mother? She who mothers both mother and daughter with a fierce loyalty. 

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Or is it the father, who embraces both roles of mother and father with a natural flair, become the child's prime mother, the safe place she so badly desires?

Aniruddha Roy Choudhury's Dear Maa provokes you with these prickly questions....it's a rare Bangla film that actually prods your brain and heart. In today's gadget-addicted world, who is actually the mother or the parent whom the child seeks? Is it wrong if she "betrays" her adoptive family by seeking out her original mother?

No easy answers to these messy posers. Better to follow the heart, and become a heart mother or father. And allow the child to choose her path, without resorting to emotional blackmail. 

As in every relationship, parenthood succeeds only when you let go - of control, of criticism, of blame.

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Dear Maa a thought-provoking movie, that needs to be watched by all. Whether you are a parent or not. The only drawback for me was the very obvious promotion of certain eateries and book shops. But I guess Bangla cinema needs sponsors and sponsors will demand their pound of flesh!

Jaya, Anubha, Chandan, Padmapriya and both the child actors portraying Jhimli (particularly Nandika Das) are brilliant. 

Kudos to the director for such a sensitive film. And also for portraying the senior inspector with so much heart. (He seems like a caricature but is nothing like it).

Do watch it in cinema halls. Or don't lament we don't make good movies any more!

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