Finally I watched GAJA GAMINI... and man man.. I was just speechless after watching this.... I asked myself, am I watching a dream or this can be true that what u cant even think possibly can be possible ...
Wow.... it was my lifetime experience.... it was a great great acheivement to watch the past 3,000 years, past 3,000 years' time, its feelings, its percepactive thru the eyes of a genius, most popular people that passed in previous three thousand years all together and interacting with each other...
Mine mine... I have to confess that I didn't learnt that much practically thru history books, and also I didn't thought even by hard tries of reading books, thinking myself that I learned after watching this 2 hour film ... Gaja gamini make me profound.. and really I SWEAR THAT THIS IS THE MOST PROFOUND AND GREAT FILM EVER MADE ON EARTH.... believe me, MF HUSSAIN surprisingly shocked me by his extremly genius mind.
To call Maqbool Fida Husain's Gaja Gamini a mere film would be like belittling all that the man's talent typifies and personifies.
For Gaja Gamini is more than a tribute to a woman -- it is eons of time, all rolled in one.
In a film that has no story, no hero, no heroine and certainly no plot, you find everything -- the actors, the stage, the plot, the art and the form.
Gaja Gamini is the story of a woman -- all that she has been to man through time. The mother, the beauty, the tease, the coquette, the oppressed, the intellectual, the strong, the powerful, the muse...
All these faces have been portrayed in a state of timelessness -- in a film that has two sections on screen, separated by a black wall.
One is Gyan (represented by Kalidas) and the other is Vigyan (represented by a scientist). It is an irony how the two strongest faces of truth (science and literature) keep bumping into each other at all odd times -- on the ghats of the Benares Ganga, in a jungle of modernity and in the forests where there are strange, leafless bamboo trees, storms, and where the scents of seduction prevail -- and find themselves reacquainting anew, with new wisdoms to impart.
The film, per se, has no beginning, no middle and no end.
For those better informed, hark back to a film called Insignificance, where Marilyn Monroe, her ex-husband, Joe DiMaggio, Albert Einstein and Senator Joe McCarthy all meeting in a sweaty hotel room in 1953. In one bizarre occurrence, Monroe uses toys to explain the theory of relativity to Einstein, and McCarthy has most unsatisfactory sex with a Monroe impersonator...
And you are wondering what on earth is going on anyway.
Similarly, Gaja Gamini is like a series of miniature tablets of life that keep intersecting and interconnecting at all the stages of life that we have known and read about.
Strongly rooted in the principles of Hindutva, Gaja Gamini is the mast that holds all of life aloft -- the elusive walk of the woman, an enchantress, a mystical figure, who has no face, just various avatars.
And all the avatars -- Mona Lisa, the muse; Shakuntala, the inspiration; Sangeeta, the enchantress; Munshi Premchand's Nirmala; the rich, but oppressed, Monika; the friend who sees nothing but knows all; Sindhu, the firebrand who is only engaged in destroying evil; Phulwania, the lady who sells flowers, but nurses a gun beneath the blossoms -- they all strike a chord of deep empathy in the heart of the intelligent viewer.
Despite the beauty of the canvas that Husain has painted, the excellent dances by Madhuri Dixit in every avatar, and the sheer beauty of direction, Gaja Gamini, it is sad, will want for viewers.
The music, by Bhupen Hazarika, is composed and rendered in his own unique style. Nothing unexpected there -- as a matter of fact, it's good music.
What impresses most is Husain's strapping command over Hindu mythology. It is arguable that even the best of them would be able to stand up against his vast well of knowledge, which is applied skillfully applied into every frame of the film.
The film ends on a very positive note -- which, once again, is probably Husain's belief -- that of women leading mankind into the new millennium, which is indicated with a humungous gate of mirrors.
Since mirrors do not lie -- only the fittest shall survive and pass through. Mallika (Shabana Azmi), who leads the rest into the new millennium, was Nirmala in another time-span. She is now head of the planning commission for the new world order.
Beyond a point, one cannot figure out who is leading whom where -- is Monika (yet another Madhuri Dixit in scintillating blue) taking everyone there? Or is it the elusive Gaja Gamini, dressed in a graceful kashta?
Beyond a point, all the women are one, and each woman has all of the others in her.
Watching Gaja Gamini is like being caught in the middle of a Samuel Beckett play: Instinctively and intuitively, one knows exactly what is happening here.
But on the sad surface -- how many care?
