I am a feminist. Or at least I would like to think so. The term ‘feminist’ was introduced to me by my younger sister, way back when I lived under the scorching Dubai heat where I had attended an all girls middle school. At that time, my sister defined it to me as someone that likes women. We were both young, so we giggled at the thought of being a feminist, and evidently we had the definition of it entirely incorrect, or perhaps we were merely mistaken, but it was then that I first heard the word feminist.
I am writing about feminism today because I want to write about a relatively new Bollywood movie that had me leaping with joy because, after months on end, Bollywood brought forward a movie that entirely defeated the lovey-dovey Bollywood norm of boy meets girl, boy woos girl, family disagrees, boy woos family. Bollywood has finally given us Mardaani – a thought provoking movie that tackles real life heartbreaking issues that are faced by India and the rest of the world.
The movie is based on child sex trafficking; covering issues of rape, corruption, pedophelia and inequality. It raised awareness on violence against women and misogyny – something that needs large amounts of awareness and attention, especially considering the harrowing figures of violence experienced by the women and girls of India. And, because of the already existing misogyny in the industry, on the streets of India, and behind closed doors.
After a series of appalling and misogynistic and homophobic song lyrics and movies, Bollywood produced a movie that wasn’t based around objectification, but what happens because of objectification, such was Mardaani. It was real, it was brave.
I want to hug Rani Mukherjee for going beyond what is ordinary and expected of Bollywood actresses. I want to salute the writers and directors and producers for caring enough.
I say I am a feminist because movies like these are why we need feminism. Because there is far too much injustice, far too much violence against women. This was a feminist’s movie. Well, the way I saw it. Oh, and, the super cop persona was played by a woman. Not Salman Khan, not Ajay Devgn, but Rani Mukherjee, and she did a wonderful job at it. I am so proud of her.
I must add, the fight sequence at the end made me really ecstatic.
And the song at the end, had me at the very brink of tears, but I had to stop my self, because I didn’t want to be the niece/cousin that makes things awkward in the cinema.
You all should watch it, it’s far better than the likes of Chennai Express and Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani (nothing against Deepika Padukone, believe you me).