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2025-05-23T19:22:00.005+05:30

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Understanding Satyajit Ray's Aranyer Din Ratri(1970)

2020-11-18T00:28:00.015+05:30

When the news of Soumitra Chatterjee death broke, I tried distracting myself from the aftermath of all the obituaries reminiscing the glory days of Bangla Cinema and what Soumitra meant for the viewers from that generation to the next. But I failed when this twitter thread popped in my timeline. And it suddenly occurred to me, that I have not watched Aranyer Din Ratri despite meaning to, for years now.

A still from Aranyer Din Ratri

4 friends finding time out of their busy urban life for a vacation in the forest made me think of ZNMD. In fact early in the film, there is a scene where Hari(Samit Bhanja) yanks a book Shekhar(Rabi Ghosh) is trying to read, out of the moving car.

To think, how the idea and locale for vacations for middle class Indians has changed so much over the course of 50 years. Though an innate drive of breaking the dull monotonous rules and routine, gives our protagonists a sense of adventure (a little reference to Ranbir Kapoor's character in Tamasha(2015))

From intimidating and bribing the caretaker of a Government Bungalow, to using the local villagers as servants - we see our protagonists from the cities visiting the countryside in a manner reminiscent of the colonists treating the natives. They are amused to learn how tribal Santhal women dress and drink, even better than their urban sisters. From the very beginning, it is clear the film will showcase the unfamiliar rural and forest life of the inhabitants through the gaze of urban middle class, mostly working, Bengali men.

before the Memory Game at the forest picnic

In this film, there are many layers to unpack, and what I like most, is how rich this film is with information not just about those depicted but so much more about thought processes about those who made it.

The Premise

The forest is dense in parts, rich in resource and culture of those who view it as their source for sustenance. The characters in the movie and the crew, are outsiders and passerby. The characters are here to let some steam off and the crew, by virtue of what they capture, are commentators. They envy the carefree existence that they cannot afford in the city, they see no perils that is part of living close to the forest. There is a certain idyllic romance associated with a rural lifestyle, that does not follow the clock or care about the newspapers. The characters in their sojourn, try very hard to slip into this mould, without success. Soon we see them seeking the familiar, asking around, looking for people of their background till they find the Tripathis.

The Characters

Asim(Soumitra Chatterjee) in the driver's seat, is leading his friends. He used to work 16 hours a day in order to reach where is has. Rich and meditative, with a sensitive ego. He admits he does not fully understand the woman he is attracted to, and did not think much of the caretaker's ailing wife, a man whose job he risked by bribing. Rini(Sharmila Tagore) speculates that perhaps he has not experienced suffering in order to understand those have and are still suffering around him. By himself, Asim must live up to become the person he is wants others to see him as. He is embarrassed when his carefree self is discovered over a series of events by the very people he is trying to impress. He believes, he must pay for the shopping Rini does, lend money to his friend for gambling, bribe villagers. It appears he feels secure by paying for the trip and the excesses of his friends. He is intrigued by Rini because he struggles to understand her, much like his own ascending career curve.

Sanjoy(Subhendu Chatterjee) likes reading. When drunk, contemplates about his work life situation and familial responsibilities. He appears to have accepted his fate, on the road he is destined to walk in order to provide for his family. On discovering he is being propositioned by Mrs Tripathi, his character enters a state of shock. What he believes and chooses to see, is the social stigma of entering into a relationship with a widow.

Hari(Samit Bhanja) is recovering from a break up. In a bid to escape from the familiar, he is attracted to the tribal women drinking to numb their life experiences. Hari is portrayed as careless and bullying. He reacts violently to Shekhar's tongue in cheek humour and manhandles Lakha, the village guide, after accusing him of stealing his wallet which he had accidentally misplaced. When the wallet is discovered by the women he was playing badminton with, his friends insist he should thank them for their gesture but no one in the group reminds him to apologize to Lakha for ill treating him earlier, under false charges. Hari makes love to Duli(Simi Garewal), luring her with money and flirting with her about the rich excesses of city life is a dull reminder of Pocahontas.

close up shot of Hari and Duli

Shekar(Rabi Ghosh) is the glue that keeps group together. Being the only unemployed in the group, nothing about his surroundings has had any effect on his spirits. Confident in his skin, he struts around having no stake in any of different plays at work. Some of his friends find him annoying at times but his presence is the very recreation they sought in the vacation. Shekar has some of the most memorable moments in the film.

Rini(Sharmila Tagore) is an enigma. She is calm and observant. She sees through different shades of Asim, fully aware that her knowledge of Asim's weaknesses, is hurting his ego. She is careful to make allowances, giving away easy victories in order to draw Asim closer. Her motivations though coy at times, remain unclear. She urges Asim to think about the lives he has touch by his presence in the forest, before taking his gaze towards a herd of running deers as a distraction.

Rini's remarks about the Santhal Twist fills Asim with self pity

Asim remarks how there is so much to Rini that he doesn't fully understand. As much as she reminds him of the city girls he was used to, there exists a certain mystery about her conduct around him.

Jaya(Kaberi Bose) who appears warm and friendly, clearly craves company. She is intrigued by the strangers in the Forest, and is mindful of her overtures at first. She cooks, plays badminton and cleverly masks her grief. There is so much more to her than meets the eye. Her character illustrates how women are expected to express their desires with kind gestures and never too directly else their character will be questioned by men, who idealize a certain version of a good woman.

How are men to put their own character to test without women who are out of line?

In the film, her presence looms large like a specter, invisible in her actions till the very end where she had carefully remembered to cook eggs for the men leaving for the city.

Dulli(Simi Garewal) is the elephant in the room. In its time, the casting decision was hailed as visionary. The decision to cast a city belle as a tribal Santhal women, but surely no one is screaming Zwarte Piet today. Tribal portrayal by outsiders is huge topic, but the idea to showcase them as caricatures is deeply disturbing.

a scuffle results among friends while drunk Dulli looks away

Simi Garewal looks surreal in her character, appearing drunk and desirable in parts. Her story of widowhood are minor details in the grander picture of what her lovers find in her. In her paid comfort, she is just a service they need. Filling her whims of city life with empty promises, they try buying her dreams as well as her time.

Then there is Lakha, a relatively minor role whose character development is immense. Lakha, a villager who lives by the edge of the forest, is picked up by the group when they arrive to serve as a guide. He is happy to service the tourists, fulfilling their needs while they make themselves comfortable, till he is accused of stealing and beaten without cause. He leaves the group bitter and disillusioned only to return to commit the crime he was accused committing before. There is a lot influencing his understanding of the outsiders and he probably owes them his character arc leading to the violence he commits.

Finally

There are many layers and stories that Aranyer Din Ratri reveals and masterfully hides. The Forest in contrast to the City, life governed by rules even in a forest, where there is nobody to enforce them and the thrill of breaking the very routine that defines 'success' in the city.

Polansky's Defence

2017-09-17T18:20:00.003+05:30

Over the course of years, I have lost many arguments. In retrospect, some were really worth losing. I cannot imagine myself making the same arguments today. At times, I mansplain my sister on what's best for her. I often tell myself, she should not repeat my mistakes yet also should not be afraid to make her own. In this struggle, of educating her and telling myself that my heart is in the right place, I lose the argument. The loss is more than just a point on the scoreboard, with that loss everything I believe in demands a sort of revaluation.

Often when I am right, and when I am right, I realize much later - I could have framed my argument better. I could have quoted a better example, explained my stance in different words, should ask better questions so that I have something to learn from the experience even when I walk out of the argument with more or less the same belief that lead me into it.

A part of my brain is always prepared to challenge everything I assumed previously as true or obvious. For example I recall, there was a time I would defend Roman Polansky against the statutory rape case filed against him in the US. That time I argued that the age of consensual sex is different in different countries and therefore the case against Polanksy holds little water. I was and still am, an admirer of his iconic films especially the Pianist. Not until recently, I questioned myself if he had not been one of the most famous directors alive, would I have defended him? Would I have thought differently if the case was filed against a nobody? I think not. I felt defensive because I loved his films and felt if convicted he may not be able to produce the art that I am in love with.

As you may probably have guessed by now, I was wrong. Polanski's stature has no bearing on the criminal charges framed against him. If he was to get away, and he has, then justice is served only to those who run out their luck or are too vulnerable to put up a defense.

Next time someone I really admire is charged with heinous crimes, I will remember to think differently.

The Chromebook Experience

2017-09-17T17:56:00.001+05:30

The quest for a really portable and light laptop, the kind you can carry without worrying about the weight of the thing, has been on my wishlist for a few years now. Most portable ultrabooks with decent hardware specs are pricey and the cost-benefit analysis did not justify a purchase. So I started scouring for second hand deals online. Yesterday I landed a deal on an old Samsung Chromebook that set me off by around 5500 INR. Pretty good deal for a portable laptop.

For most parts, my initial impression of the Chromebook has been positive. What a practical portable device. Boots up instantly, a fully functional web browser which supports everything you would expect it to. Although it lags a little when you are multitasking on too many tabs, but for the price I cannot really complain. I have been telling myself how a portable laptop will help me revive my blog and the ease of carrying the device, means I should have it on me when I travel. For now, these are my first words from here and hopefully more would come.

Yatri's destiny

2017-05-18T17:50:00.002+05:30

Whose destiny can surpass
that of an emperor's?
A traveler's... when his journey
has been completed.

Read more: http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=asoka

There's a scene in the film Asoka where the exiled prince crosses ways with a Buddhist monk. When the prince wonders out loud if it is his destiny to ascend the throne, the monk makes a point of reminding him that his destiny surpasses that of the Emperor's: the destiny of a traveler.

As I type this, a part of my head yearns to escape this city life. It wants to camp in the woods up the high mountain passes where the mercury drops way beyond water's freezing temperature at night. I want to pitch a tent and cook my ready-to-eat meal over a butane gas burner. My eyes are set on the high ridges where the glacier melts and ibex graze.

I am looking up camping equipment on Amazon. I am reading up trekking experiences of seasoned trekkers. I am browsing the websites of tour operators who facilitate high altitude treks for a fee. I don't want to travel in a group or pay up for a trek in which everything will be managed for me, robbing me off the experience of fending for myself; something that is as essential as getting there. I do take caution from their words though as I do not want to foolishly wander off trail.

I understand why these operators stretch the itinerary of such treks. Not everyone has the same pace and not everyone enthusiastic for the trek is fit enough to hike at high altitudes where the air is thin. I don't know what pushes me to my extreme while walking on a trail.

Triund was my first. I was under prepared and I started late in the day. I wasn't fit and fatigue felt nothing is worth the ache in my limbs. Half way through, a group retreated after rumours of bear sightings in the area. My heart jumped at the excuse and I wanted to walk right back but my partner wasn't in the mood. I rested after every hundred steps. I slipped as we reached the snow in the upper ridges but the view of Dauldhar from Triund took my breath away. Felt I scaled a hill to see mountains; sharp jarring edges with no vegetation and permanent ice caps.

A view, like nothing I had ever seen and it lit up something inside.

My next major trek was Kheerganga in the Parvati Valley. Running for weeks leading up to Kheerganga, I felt a lot fitter starting from Barshaini. Unlike Triund, the trail is not steep and the path wandered on and off (gorge)ous Parvati river. I reached the summit in less than four hours and descended in two, in the same day.

Treks are sojourns. Walking through the woods, wading through the rives and hiking past the hills of Himalayas for me consists of, what I can only describe as a great escape. Or maybe this is what the monk meant when he spoke about a Yatri's destiny.

Layout Preferences

2017-05-17T13:45:00.001+05:30

HTML has evolved rapidly and significantly from the time this blog got online. There are a million different ways now to customize content, place images, to improve user experience but I convinced myself to not part ways with this black and white theme.

The only background image here was stocked from Getty Images. Despite the stark appearance, nobody should get the impression that this blog design lacks imagination. It is however a bad attempt at Minimalism. Or maybe not. I would let my letters speak and the rest remains between the lines.

Reboot

2014-05-19T01:31:00.001+05:30

This is a very old blog. I started writing here when very few people from my part of the world had access to the internet. Those who did, were writing writing blogs anyway. Back then, blogging was not considered seriously for commercial exploitation like today.

I have tried to revive The Transparent Mirror on more than one occasion. All attempts have failed so far. But I want to keep trying. And surely to that end, this attempt will not be the last one.

That much I know.

Thanks for coming by.