Showing posts with label Yash Chopra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yash Chopra. Show all posts

Sunday, October 28, 2012

As Yash Chopra Lives On!


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Life has its own dramatic ironies, and who could have better exemplified that than Yash Chopra who breathed his last with the promise of peddling dreams, as he had done all his life, with the self-assertive Jab Tak Hai Jaan! The titanic dream merchant almost tiptoed away into the twilight zone, as if he were on a clandestine date with death. It seems he had struck a deal with life: he would make films, sell dreams, and celebrate love jab taak hain jaan. And as a true artiste and honest entrepreneur, he stuck to the deal till the very last day of his life. 

                What we identify today as the Yash Raj brand of cinema, which incidentally has become metonymic of Bollywood romances, was born only two decades ago. In 1989, after a few box-office debacles (Maashal, 1984; Faasle, 1985; and Vijay, 1988), Yash Chopra returned with a bang with the immensely stylish Chandni which rescued Sridevi from getting wasted in raunchy, seedy, over-the-top Bollywood potboilers and reinstated her as a diva which even the high-nosed elitist took note of. The lilting melody of Tere mere hoton pe meethe meethe geet mitwa which reverberated in the delightful dales of Switzerland brought to Bollywood romance an ethereal beauty which reconfigured the concept of love forever. That falling in love was not just falling in love with a person, but is also an iconography of beautiful things and locales was first established by Chandni. Chopra celebrated true love, sacrifice and devotion, but also transformed love into a commodity. Lamhe (1991), Darr (1993), Dil to Pagal Hai (1997), and Veer-Zaara (2004) have faithfully rolled on the tradition, when falling-in-love is unwittingly imagined by many as an assortment of chiffon sarees, designer jewellery, unruly aanchal waving in the breeze, expensive cars, sprawling houses, picturesque getaways, perfect bodies and guaranteed happiness in the end. But, Chopra’s journey had begun much earlier with Dhool ka Phool in 1959, when he was a different filmmaker altogether. 

Yash Chopra’s films, when seen chronologically, reveal a linear narrative of history fraught with complexities. Chopra, in association with Saleem Khan and Javed Akhtar, had given birth to the quintessential Angry Young Man and made of Amitabh Bachchan the megastar as he is. A product of the Emergency, the Angry Young Man who rocked the nation with Deewar (1975) became a personification of the deprivations, the desires and most importantly the anger which was simmering in the hearts of the youth.  The demolition of the Babri Masjid, and the bloody communal riots that sent deadly ripples across the country, especially turning the most cosmopolitan of the Indian cities into a necropolis, gave birth to another angry young man, who was no longer interested in social reform, but was a psychopath, inhabiting a state of mind with which the youth again identified. The invisible singer of Jadoo teri Nazar who remained in the dark and romanced from a distance, but got brutal when his beloved was taken away from him, became the new hero of the early nineties. It took an Emergency and a communal riot for two great stars to be born: Amitabh Bachchan and Shah Rukh Khan. The mastermind behind their stardom was Yash Chopra, and their stardom, was, therefore, not accidental. 

However, the economic liberalization changed it all, and the new Yuppie hero was born. It was the Silver Jubilee Year of Yash Raj Films. Yash Chopra launched son Aditya with the revolutionary Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaayenge (1995), where the rich Indian diaspora returned home to take back their matrbhoomi with them! The East/West binary which ruled Bollywood so far, completely dissolved and the transnation was born as a dimpled NRI Shah Rukh Khan held out his hand to a disheveled Kajol who ran alongside the departing train, with the staunch patriarch fading away in the distance but giving up a ‘thumbs-up’ to their union! Chopra had him return with Dil to Pagal Hai, where he reveled in an iconography of abundance and romanced a sublimely beautiful Madhuri Dixit who dreamily strolled and danced across undulating and sprawling meadows looking for her Prince Charming. And it was with Kajol and later with Madhuri that the Chopra brand of Indian womanhood was born.

Chopra was the originator of not only this genre of candy-floss romance, but also of the immensely popular ‘lost-and-found’ genre with Waqt (1965). He tried his hands at serious cinema with Ittefak (1969), with moderate success though. He ventured into controversial arenas of Hindu fundamentalism quite early in his career with Dharamputra (1961) which ruffled the feathers of the saffron-clad crowd. Although he is known for giving love the most stylish makeover, he is also the one who has questioned monogamy, marriage and socially-approved sexual relationships. While Daag (1973) delved deep into the problematics of polyamory, Kabhi Kabhie (1976) uncovered uncomfortable zones of failed marriages and pre-marital sex. Trishul (1978) turned the focus on the illegitimate son, while Silsila (1981) made adultery almost desirable. 


His demise marks the end of a history which has made Bollywood what it is today. Thankfully, a Yash Raj brand of cinema has already arrived, and would stay on! The man who has remarkably changed with changing times, Yash Chopra might just be waiting out there to re-enter the limelight, with lights, camera, and action. Yes, Jab Taak Hai Jaan is waiting in the wings. The dream merchant can never really die.
 
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Sunday, July 19, 2009

Why I suddenly hated "Dil to Pagal Hai" after a decade of loving it



Dil to Pagal Hai was released when I was still a school kid, naïve, unassuming, easily impressed by fairy tales from Bollywood, understanding everything with the heart and not with the head, and was unnaturally enamoured by the mesmerizing Madhuri Dixit, revelling in the post-Hum Aapke Hain Koun…! hangover that had eclipsed all other existing women, reel-life or real-life! Dil to Pagal Hai arrived at the theatres with a bang and set the box-office bells ringing from Day 1, sucking the audience into the whirlpool of ‘good life’ it celebrated, transposing them to a world levitating much above the ‘ground-reality’. Nursery-rhyme-inspired sets, pageants of abundance in the form of food, clothes, and money, extravagant shaadi ka rasm, dream-like dances, and a naïve heroine, clad in semi-transparent designer apparels, gyrating in lush European meadows, and inhabiting a world so formidably immune from the reality around it, coalesced together to create magic that took in its folds innocent kids like us, almost effortlessly. The impression the film had left on me, ‘I bore in my heart’ for a decade or so, almost deliberately overlooking the substantial hollowness at the very core of it; for, every time I have watched it, I have seen nothing beyond Madhuri Dixit who almost looked ethereal, lolling in the verdurous meadows, lip-syncing to romantic songs in milk-white designer salwar kameezes (the Manish Malhotra kind, which no one had seen ever before)! Her romantic philosophies, the platitudes she uttered were music to our ears, and we hardly ever thought how regressive those were!

Yesterday, I again glued myself to the sofa to watch Dil to Pagal Hai for the 192nd time, when, I was kind of shaken out of a waking dream, and realised, as if in an epiphanic moment, that “fled is that music”, and am really, wide awake now. A thing of beauty cannot be joy forever…Keats was wrong! I suddenly started hating Madhuri Dixit and all her designer nyakami (believe me ‘affectation’ is not a good translation of this adjective…), when it occurred to me that she actually DOES NOTHING in the film. I mean nothing meaningful! Her job is to look good, buy clothes from shopping malls, dance around the trees in the meadows without any sense of time, and LOOK FOR A LOVER! This last thing preoccupies every single moment of her day, like those 24*7 news channels which refuse to stop. How idiotic, my God! She behaves as if people are born to get married, and nothing else is meaningful in life, even if you’re a NASA astronomer, exploring the outer space. Everyday is Valentine’s celebration for her, and she is intolerable enough to Indianize this remarkably western festival (read, Archie’s one more excuse to sell cards and accessories and bamboozle unsuspecting emotionally downmarket lovers) by linking it up with Puranmashi! Sounds like one of those B-grade supernatural thrillers? Yes, it does! For, it’s indeed supernatural, for the even more irritating Shah Rukh Khan really bumps into her over the phone in a wrong connection, on that momentous night of Puranmashi melting into Valentine’s Day. Even more irritating is Aruna Irani, the veteran Godmother of lessons in love, who distributes designer Ganesha idols once things seem to have gone for a toss. And why forget the hideous Farida Jalal? The most excruciatingly painful scene is the one where Akshay Kumar tells her over the phone that he is tying the knot with Madhuri, and she walks into the latter’s room shedding a bucket of tears, and carrying with her an elaborate shaadi ka joda, and god knows, what other stupid accessories on a tray! I wonder did she have an instant-supply of these shaadi ka accessories. Like those instant-noodles and instant-coffee? May be! The world of Dil to Pagal Hai is clinically and incurably mad about getting married, and there’s every possibility that these mother-figures churn out marriage uniforms at the drop of a hat. How retro! How regressive! Awful! O my god, I had never imagined that I would view Dil to Pagal Hai with so much hatred and loathing! I almost surprised myself. I did not ever imagine that I was actually capable of such reactions to the film, which I have loved so much! Finally, I have grown up, I guess. Better late than never, what say?