Kajarya kills unwanted girl infants under the guise of religious sacrifice in her village. When a reporter discovers the town's dark secret, the villagers turn on Kajarya and portray her as a monster.
Kajarya kills unwanted girl infants under the guise of religious sacrifice in her village. When a reporter discovers the town's dark secret, the villagers turn on Kajarya and portray her as a monster. less
“The film that looks tailor made for festivals, isn't quite handled that way.”
Tum bilkul hum jaise nikle tum bilkul hum jaisey nikley ab tak kahaN chhupe the bhai voh moorkhta, voh ghaamarpan jis mein hum ne sadi ganwai aakhir pahunchi dwaar tumhaarey arre badhai bohot badhai KAJARYA'S Kajarya never gets to recite this to Meera--a journalist who supposedly is all that young Indian women should be aspiring towards. Living on her own in a big city, comfortable with her sexuality, has a job, can wear jean pant, take a bus to the village on her own. Or are they as different as we perceive them to be?. A terrible judgement call on Meera's part, letting down a source so she can get that elusive byline escape the junior reporter chicken coop, a story that seems like a scoop-- but then is taking the lid off what is such an open secret such a scoop after all? And with snide remarks, sarcastic asides, all that remains unsaid, a sudden look on a bearer's face which disappears as quickly as it comes, we realise Meera ( and me and you) is a KAJARYA too. The small compromises for love each day, your deportment, the allowances lf your body, that snowball to a tomorrow where you can't even look at yourself in a mirror, Kajarya's state of delirium and opium , Meera snorting cocaine to stop the voices ( of guilt, her conscience) in her head, and India's little girls who continue to disappear on us. KAJARYA the film will not impress viewers much-- the ending much too 'convenient' and a pathetic attempt to hog the pathos brownie by getting a poor hangman who never got to hang anyone to finally step to the gallows...oh but I'm getting ahead of myself. Where KAJARYA works is in the casting, Ridhima Sood plays the self obsessed but heart in the right place Delhi journalist quite well, the men are sleazy and look incompetent enough, Haryanvi women play themselves, and Meenu Hooda in spite of wearing a wardrobe that doesn't speak resident Haryanvi Kali Mata is unwavering in her portrayal of a very difficult character. There are moments when the film rises from its docu drama moments, there are few of these but when they happen you can understand what the fuss was all about and why Eve Ensler and Kamila Bhasin might have chosen to support this project. I wish KAJARYA a lot of luck in the coming days and wish viewers leave the theatre mulling over the varied issues this film discusses for some days at least. And that we all acknowledge that there is not much that separates the world of South Delhi from a woman 50 minutes away in Haryana waiting for a khap to come to a decision.