This movie gives you the courage to be alone. There are many insipirational stories of lone fighters, but this story is magnificient because of the sheer challenge countered by an even bigger insanity. The power of insanity is so deceptive that it attacks without a warning, and that’s what the arrogance deserves. By the time the arrogance percieves the damage, the damage has already been done; so what if it takes 22 years of insanity, for the arrogance is older (in Dasrath Manjhi’s own words).
On social media, I have been reading Dasrath Manjhi Road’s comparison to Taj Mahal, obviously favouring Dasrath Manjhi Road; and also have been reading recommendations of re-naming Aurangzeb Road as Dasrath Manjhi Road; I know all these recommendations have originated from the right wing groups, but I am ready to support them all for the sheer love of the character that has been portrayed in Manjhi by Nawazudin Siddiqui. Love has been given a new dimension, which even makes me read “no love lost” as a positive idiom — I wonder who came up with this negative phrase when innocence demands that love, wherever it exists, however it exists, whenever it exists, exists always in euphoric positivity.
I don’t know how much of the story is fiction, but if it is fiction, it is one of the best fiction I have seen in a long time. Stupidity to Passion to Courage to Cunningness to Consummation to Family to Solitude; all have been tackled so artistically that the movie runs like a live portrait of a beautiful girl turning immortal, hiding and revealing not only by its smile but also by its laughter, dance, intellect, temper, sensitivity, despair, motivation, and, of course, sensuality — I think Radhika Apte has played it beautifully, though it was not beautiful at all in the other movie where she revealed a bit too much. And all this just in the context of a few stones broken albeit with a very strong determination; remarkable indeed!
No Naxalaite will ever walk 1300 KMs to make a petition, with a beautiful song in his mind (O Rahi…O Rahi). So, of course, they will hang the “terrorists” after a short trial — btw, the State also does the same, except that the petitioners here can ensure long drawn trials extending into the weehours of the morning, albeit with the same result; so, that way this life should be slightly better. Nevertheless, the short life the Naxalite lived here, there and nowhere did leave a strong impression — this guy, Prashant Narayanan, has oodles of attitude, which makes him leave an impact even when he speaks merely two sentences in the movie.
The villiany was so weak in front of the philosophy of a madman that inspite of the strong presence of Tigmanshu Dhulia and Pankaj Tripathi, an unknown journalist, Gaurav Dwivedi, broke down the system of villiany for his mentor; and thus the villiany can be forgotten and forgiven, for there are far more beautiful things to do like humming the song “Phaguniya“.
© 2015 Ankur Mutreja