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Kya Dilli, Kya Lahore - Newly Released Hindi Movie

This is a newly released Hindi film which has caught my interest.  Having lived in northern India for some twenty years, I find Hindi films have grown on me.  Although not a great Hindi speaker, I have my favourite Hindi movies and film stars.  And every so often, a Hindi movie comes along which just radiates universal appeal.....

And having lived in northern India for as long as I have, if there's one thing I understand about this region, it's the fact that partition - the splitting of this country into two countries, India and Pakistan - really cut the soul of  India into pieces too.  You can take it that I'm apolitical -  a foreign resident of India, but I keep myself away from politics as I am unable to vote.  And I can see thaqt although a common thread binds the people of India, north, south, east and west, the people of north India have so much in common with their counterparts across the border that it seems odd that they wear different labels i.e. "Indian" or "Pakistani".  The Punjab state was cut in half by partition, the idea being that India would be a homeland for Hindus as Pakistan would be for Muslims.  There was a similar situation in Bengal, which was also split, a split which gave birth to Bangladesh. 

Dilli (Delhi) is on the Indian side and Lahore is in Pakistan.  This film examines the peculiar, contradictory situations which have arisen from the colonial division of the Indian sub-continent.  I've met, for example, many Indians of Pakistani origin and I believe that there are Pakistanis of Indian origin too.  That's what the film  KYA DILLI KYA LAHORE deals with, basically, the conundrum of a people who have much in common despite belonging to different religious communities, yet they are separated by an artificial, political border.  The late, great writer Khushwant Singh was an Indian of Pakistani origin.  He wrote a moving account of his return to his Pakistani village late in life, the very village which he'd left as a young child.

My husband,Yash,  a north Indian with no personal experience of partition,  once shared accommodation in a hostel with a man from an Indian family of Pakistani origin.  I'll call him Deepak for the sake of the story.  Deepak shared a very moving story with Yash, about how his family left Pakistan.  He told that the family servant, Hari, had been found to be missing at the very moment the family was about to leave.  The family members were at their wits' end.  Where was Hari?  An orphan, he had no one of his own left  in the world and it was doubtful how he would survive in Pakistani society, without anyone to look out for him.  At the final moment, as their vehicle was about to depart, Hari arrived and jumped in.  He explained that he'd gone to his native village.  There was a tree there where he'd played as a carefree child, before his parents had died and he'd been forced to look for work.  Realizing he'd never see his beloved tree again after his departure, he'd gone there a couple of hours earlier, embraced the tree and wept for a long, long time, bidding farewell to  this beloved item which had been such an anchor in his life.  Yes, every person in northern India has grown up listening to partition stories........

So KYA DILLI KYA LAHORE is a film not to be missed, it seems. It stars Vijay Raaz, Manu Rishi and Raj Zutshi and Vishwajeet Pradhan. I wouldn't normally speak up for a movie which doesn't have a female presence, but I'm making a huge exeption in this case.   It's a male bonding movie all the way - an Indian soldier of Pakistani origin and a Pakistani soldier of Indian origin cross paths with each other and find a strong connection as the story develops.  No, it's not a glamour-filled adventure, with the main characters running around trees and dancing through three cities of Europe.  It's a slice of life.  Something with which many a person will connect.  Ireland, my country of origin, has its partition stories too, as do other places.  The look, feel and atmosphere of this movie is authentically Indian.  It seems to me to be well worth a look.  Maybe even a second look.  I feel that if I see just one Hindi movie this year, it should be this one.

Here's the link to the trailer, if you'd like to check it out.

If you have a taste for the music of this region (I know I have!) you might like to check out the music too. You can do that here.

As for the details of the movie, it's produced by Karan Arora, directed by Vijay Raaz and presented by Gulzar Sahib.

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