While the emotional and social appeal of the story is an absolute winner, the problem appears where it shouldn’t have.
After all, can a prostitute ever fall in love? Apart from those bruises on her breasts, is there anything that solely belongs to her? Not even her body. It leaves its faint yet firm touches on the ugliest colour of national politics, which had further made partition a more miserable affair. In that context, ‘Begum Jaan’ is also a story of humanity in its most humble shape. 70 years back in time, perceptions were evidently more rigid and social treatments were a few hundred times regressive. Into 2017, and we are yet unable to acknowledge a woman’s own rights over her body. ‘ Begum Jaan’, that way, is a brave story of survival.īut there’s more. She fights out like a Queen, though nothing saves the reality. One rainy day, she is asked to leave the kotha in a month and is taken aback. However, Begum Jaan doesn’t have slightest idea that the border is being drawn just through her house. It is to sell what really belongs to you, and to keep your head high. Unapologetic, and why not? These girls know what living really is. Begum has her jaan in the women who stay there and earn their living by selling their bodies. She is unabridged in her own morals, she is rebellious and beautiful. She is a prostitute, but not the one you’d dare to look down upon, even for once. This time, as he comes up with ‘ Begum Jaan’ that promises to be more national in perspective, Mukherji has both satisfied and disappointed us.īegum Jaan (Vidya Balan), a woman with surprisingly firm characteristics, owns her kotha in rural Punjab, just where the India-Pakistan border through the notorious radcliff line was later drawn. Around one and a half years ago, back in Calcutta, Srijit Mukherji’s ‘Rajkahini’ had made my night heavy. The screams lost themselves amid labyrinth of a celebration, so very alien to millions of homeless, loveless souls. Children shrieked, they had no childhood left. No one took notice of how many bare feet walked past the borders, leaving a chunk of their lives behind. While India seemed to rejoice at the end of the oppression that went on for almost two centuries and commemorated sacrifice of thousands of lives, the number of teardrops went unnoticed. Cast: Vidya Balan, Gauahar Khan, Pallavi Sharda, Chunky PandeyĪfter a prolonged battle of blood and sweat, Indian independence arrived in 1947 however, in many colours.
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