Cast: Ayushmann Khurrana, Bhumi Pedneker; Written and Directed by Sharat Katariya; Rating: ****(4 stars)
Show timings in Jammu
10:05 AM, 02:45 PM, 07:30 PM, 10;00 PM.
09:45 AM, 11:45 PM, 02:05 PM, 05:15 PM, 04:15 PM, 06:25 PM, 18:55 PM.
9:45 AM, 12:40 PM, 03:40 PM, 6:40 PM, 9:15 PM
It’s very interesting to see how comfortably the very talented Sanjay Mishra and Seema Pahwa who played the lead in Rajat Kapoor’s highly-lauded “Ankhon Dekhi” last year, fit into the peripheral parts of the hero’s father and heroine’s mother in “Dum Laga Ke Haisha (DLKH)”.
Come to think of it, 20 years ago, Mishra and Pahwa could have comfortably played the lead of an uncomfortably married couple here. Ayushmanna Khurrana is the under-educated Kumar Sanu fan from Haridwar who doesn’t seem to have much ambition in life except to marry a pretty girl.
Newcomer “with a commodious qammara” Bhumi Pedneker is the educated aggressive girl who doesn’t believe in taking it lying down from her newly married husband. Uncannily, Ayushmann with his slouched obduracy reminded me of Rakesh Pandey in Basu Bhatterjee’s “Sara Akaash”, the newly-married chap who won’t talk to his wife because, well, she doesn’t quite fit. And we don’t mean into the narrow doors and gallis of Haridwar where she moves with the counter-clumsy certainty and dignity of a woman who knows her weight is not going to let her become anyone’s dream woman, not even her dear beloved husband who after a drink or two describes as a “moti bhains” in front of his friends.
“I am the bride. But it’s he who blushes like one,” Sandhya (Bhumi) tells her curious friend who calls on the landline (this is 1995) to know what happened on the suhaag raat.
Well, nothing did. If you must know.
A majority of the first half is taken up in showing how Sandhya builds a bridge of confidence with her reluctant bridegroom, only to discover he is not worth it. Fiery and obstinate Sandhya leaves her ‘sasural’ and returns home. One of the film’s many warmly meditative moments occur when Sandhya’s mother tries to hurriedly lecture her about how much a woman must endure to keep a marriage together. That moment is treated like a dismissive joke. So is the activist-lawyer who seems to enjoy separating Sandhya from her husband. The film mocks feminist ideology without resorting to crass strokes of aggression.
Later there’s smartly humorously written courtroom sequence where during a divorce proceeding, Prem’s mother (Alka Amin) brings up the issue of a woman’s compromises to keep domesticity intact.
“Why don’t you two also go in for a divorce right now?” Prem suggests with saddening sarcasm.
The writing is so fluent robust and rooted to the milieu that we never feel the weight of nostalgia in the words. Though set in the pre-cellphone, VHS, audio cassette era, “DLKH” carries the weight of its periodicity very lightly, almost jauntily.
In that sense this film differs widely from Ayushmann’s previous release “Hawaizaada” where the period flavour was pronounced and pungent. Here the aroma of the 1990s pervades the screen in intangible wafts. We feel the atmosphere in every character’s existence. These are people who don’t really care about how much they weigh as long as they can forge some meaning out of their meager existence.
A word about Yash Raj Films, the banner that seemed to be floundering lately, gathers together its wits with this homage to the North Indian middleclass marriage which the late and much-missed Yash Chopra would have liked.
From DDLJ to DLKH, way to go, Yash Raj. DLKH is a heartwarming charmer suffused with that lived-in feeling which seemed to have vanished in the run to that glitzy shallowness where a dhoom or a bang-bang were seen as viewer-friendly explosions. Here is a big-hearted shout for a bygone era and arranged marriage where love happens later crammed with episodes and moments that add up to an invaluable and cherishable experience.
By the time Ayushmann’s Prem makes that run with Sandhya on his back, you are already rooting for the underdog and his under-affluent world of little pleasures.
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