Sometime ago, Shalini – my partner in crime when it
comes to watching Hindi movies – and I were talking about the ‘Manmohan Desai
Universe’. His movies were larger than life, his characters were over the top,
and the melodrama was dialled up to the highest pitch. Yet, wholly illogical as
his movies were, Desai’s characters were logical and realistic within the
universe they inhabited. And, Desai had a fine grip on the combination of
masala that he served forth. So, after watching Naseeb together, Shalini
and I made a future date to watch Suhaag, which is considered one of his
‘lesser’ movies, even if it was the top box-office grosser of that year.
Think of a Desai film with two heroes, two
heroines, and two villains – also, brothers separated at birth, blindness, some
moral conflict, cops and robbers, exciting chases, love, filial duty, revenge,
divine intervention… the full range of a masala universe packed into three
hours of non-stop entertainment. No one can accuse Desai of stinting on
emotion.
So, Shalini and I relaxed, needing some
Shashi-Amitabh love for us to tide us over. Onward then…
[Be warned: Lots of asides, declamation, quips, photographs, and
swooning included.]
Durga (Nirupa Roy) is in the throes of labour, and
gives birth to twin sons. The father, a drunken lout named Vikram Singh
(Amjad Khan) very obviously denies paternity (or where would we be?) and poor
Durga is left to fend for herself. She vows, though, that her sons will avenge
their mother’s honour. [Shalini and I are thrilled she's not a doormat.]
But bereft of a male support (her father has a
heart attack when his son-in-law repudiates wife and sons), Durga is soon
forced into the streets. There, she runs into Jaggi (Kader Khan) who, on the
pretext of helping his munh-boli bahen, sells her at a brothel.
Shalini: We know how these 'bhaiyyas' are.
Me: Who on earth would want to buy a
waterspout?
Well, apparently the Madam does, and soon – by the
expedience of holding Durga’s babies hostage – a reluctant Durga is pushed into
a room with a client.
Who, fortunately for her, turns out to be an undercover
police officer (Jagdish Raj – who else?) [Though Shalini forgot her masala lessons and
was surprised Jagdish Raj wasn't a cop!]
Unfortunately for Durga, though, Jaggi holds one of
the babies hostage, and escapes through the window, leaving a still-weeping
Durga who has now lost one of her sons as well!
Me: Well, Nirupa Roy can't be blamed here.
Shalini: Sure, she can... so gullible!
Soon, the boys grow up. Jaggi has sold the baby he abducted
to Pascal (Jeevan), who runs a begging ring. [Shades of Oliver Twist, here.] Amit is forced to drink by Pascal who offers him bootleg liquor instead of
water.
Kishan, forced to drink by Jaggi when he begs for money, is carried home
by Amit, to be met by a furious ma.
Me: Slap! And Kishan will return to the straight
and narrow.
Shalini: Yes, no one slapped Amit, so he became
a drunk. Got it!
Amit grows up (Amitabh), with a fondness for
alcohol, neck scarves, getting into fights and his size 9 Kolhapuri chappals –
not necessarily in that order.
Durga, with the aid of the compassionate
Inspector Khan has educated her son, and Kishan (Shashi Kapoor) is a police
inspector, with a fondness for leather.
Me: [with stars in my eyes] So so goodlooking. (Amit,
that is.) Love him!
Shalini is too busy ogling both of them to do anything more than
post love emojis.
The brothers meet – unfortunately, it's a case of
mistaken identity. Misunderstandings soon clear up, and the brothers are soon
beating up a common adversary.
Shalini: Looks like the start of a
beautiful friendship!
Me: I love
that Amit is saluting Shashi. [When he realises that Kishan is a cop.]
Shalini: Yeah,
he knows who to brown-nose.
Amit is in love with Basanti (Rekha) the local
nautch girl. Each time he meets her (and he spends a lot of time getting drunk
and creating a ruckus in her kotha), he’s trying to persuade her to give
up the business and marry him – for, after all, how long is her career going to
last?
Amit: 'Tu mere saath shaadi karegi.' And when she refuses, 'Par kyun?'
Me: Atta girl! As if he's such a catch.
Shalini: I like that he wants to marry her, but she's happy being a tawaif.
Me: I like how she looks really disgruntled at his wooing but also amused at his persistence. This is not stalking-as-wooing, by the way. As Shalini says, 'Clearly, it's a mutual long-standing ritual between them.'
Me: Atta girl! As if he's such a catch.
Shalini: I like that he wants to marry her, but she's happy being a tawaif.
Me: I like how she looks really disgruntled at his wooing but also amused at his persistence. This is not stalking-as-wooing, by the way. As Shalini says, 'Clearly, it's a mutual long-standing ritual between them.'
Meanwhile, Inspector Khan has been murdered and and
Kishen is swearing revenge. [We mourn his
untimely demise appropriately.] The killers seek refuge in Basanti’s Kotha
and while Amit manages to give them a good fight, he’s in trouble until Kishan
raids the kotha. Kishan looks exasperated. Amit is still salaam-ing:
'Hamara record kharab ho jayega.'
The next day, Amit lands up at Kishan's house, to
thank him for the rescue, where he meets Durga. Amit remembers Durga from his
childhood. Shalini and I melt into puddles. 'Awww.' Amit reminds her
that it was her encouragement that led to him studying. Why, he's even 'Matric
pass'.
Me: Who walks around with his matriculation
certificate in their pockets?
Shalini is too busy 'aaw'-ing at Amit's 'Zindagi
ki kheench ne lamba kar diya.' [We both decide that Amit of the 70s could do
no wrong in our book. Even corny dialogues sound believable. We are even
'aaw'-ing at 'Kaash meri bhi koi maa hoti.' We agree that Amit did angst
very well.]
Kishan, though initially taken aback at seeing this
goonda in his house, on very good
terms with his mother, melts when ma tells
him that Amit was the good samaritan who brought him home years ago. Much
brotherly bonding ensues.
Later, Kishan, who’s chasing a lead on drug smugglers,
goes undercover as a hippie to a club run by Gopal (Ranjeet! – Shalini and I are happy to see a whole
phalanx of masala villains. It made our day).
There, he runs into Annu
(Parveen Babi), who is unintentionally intoxicated, and mistakes Kishan’s car
for her own. We both grin at 'Hotel nahin toh pikchur le chalo...' Plus, we like that Annu proposes to him. And that Kishan
is embarrassed.
Cool mom that Durga is, she's more than happy to
notice there's a 'lipstickwali sandalwali' in her son's life. She
also fixes her son's marriage up; we notice that neither Annu nor Kishan are
asked their opinion, though Annu coyly agrees.
[Shalini is
surprised when Annu turns out to Basanti's sister. I'm surprised Shalini is
surprised. I mean, how many Manmohan Desai movies have we watched!]
Durga, of course, does what she does best –
threatens Kishan and emotionally blackmails Amit into helping her get Kishan
married off. We are both in splits when Amit, after being told 'tang tod
doongi' by Durga (if he doesn't persuade Kishan to agree to marriage), responds
to Kishan’s 'Tang tod doonga' with
'Kaunsi tang?' Amit's expressions were hilarious.
A series of incidents – aided and abetted by Amit who’s trying to make
Durga happy by persuading Kishan to marry, and Kishan happy by agreeing with
everything he says – end in Kishan falling in love with the besotted Annu. [We’re
thrilled to note that Kishan sees right through Amit's disguise. Shashi is
smart!]
[We're even more thrilled to hear Amit tells Basanti,"Mera ghar tu basaati nahin...'. Their interaction is really cute.]
Meanwhile, Vikram (you haven’t forgotten him yet,
have you?) has moved on from a small-time crook to become the king of crime.
Jaggi has other ideas – only, blackmailers can also be blackmailed, as Jaggi
realises to his consternation. And of course, Gopal is Jaggi's son.
Shalini: Everyone knows everyone else in MD's
universe. Even when they don't 'know' who that someone is.
Me: Yup. MD's world is always inter-connected.
Meanwhile, irritated by Kishan nosing around,
Vikram hires Amit to kill him. [Having first persuaded him to get down from the
top of the temple, where Amit had taken refuge after realising he didn't have
enough money to build the temple.]
We are impressed that Pascal really seems to care
about his foster son. And we are awestruck by how much the dialogues foretell
the masala to come: 'Baap hota to kisi ko bhej dete' quips Amit sadly, just as
Vikram's men arrive to take him to their boss.
[We both agree drunken Amit is even
better than Dharmendra's iconic 'soocaide' scene in Sholay. Better voice
control, decides Shalini. Also, he looks cuter, when sad.]
Amit, who’s shocked to realise that the supari he’s
taken up is Kishan, connives with the latter to trap Vikram.
[Shalini and I grin over Amit's laconic 'Khoon
karoonga tera' response to Shashi's 'Ab kya?' We also bicker over
whether the Rekha-Amit jodi was better (me) than the Zeenie-Amit jodi
(Shalini), but agree that Jaya-Amit were really lovely together. And so
were Hema-Amit.]
Then, Rekha faints, and I'm surprised. Surely she
can't be pregnant? Nope. All is well in the masala heroine's universe. But... Kishan loses his sight in the mêlée.
[The doc doesn’t
seem sure whether it's cortical blindness or corneal blindness. Shalini raps me
on the knuckles – ours not to question 'Why?' Of course, it's filmy blindness!] Now, it’s Kishan’s turn to
demand that Amit avenge him. How? By turning into a police officer himself. Ma adds some emotional blackmail to the mix.
Shalini: [back to putting in lovestruck emojis] Wow,
he cleans up well!
Me: [Too busy ogling to listen] I must confess I
like him scruffy.
We both like that he asks Basanti for help, and she,
practical woman that she is, smells his breath first to figure out whether he's
already drunk.
Shalini draws a deep breath: 'We really have to
find one of these kothas one day!'
Me: Unfortunately, kothas seem to have gone the
way of the Dodo.
Shalini: [miffed] Stupid modern film
makers!
We both decide that people who say songs weren't
necessary in Hindi films are annoying. They totally were!
We do wonder how easy it is to join the police force, but Desai does take the trouble to show us that the cops question it too, and – by turning calendar leaves – that Amit goes to training college. Anyway, back he comes as a full-fledged inspector. (Do not ask questions. As Man used to say, 'This is a Manmohan Desai film.')
We also decide
that Amit looks good in uniform. [Our views are purely academic, mind you.]
Upon his return, Amit decides that despite Kishan’s
blindness, Kishan should still work at his job. So now it’s Amit’s turn to train Kishan. [We liked that Man showed
this because it would come in handy later on, and some critic wouldn't up and
ask how a blind man could do all these things.] Also, it's great brotherly bonding.
Everyone is in town – and the masala bomb is
set to explode. How is Basanti connected to Gopal, for instance? And what will
Annu say when she realises her beloved sister is a nautch girl? [Shalini wanted
to smack Amit for being a sanctimonious prick. I agreed.]
When will Amit and
Kishan realise they are brothers? And what will happen when they find out that
Vikram is their father?
There are as many coincidences as there are
characters, but each character gets their own narrative which criss-crosses
with that of the others with whom they are connected. Yet, for all that,
there’s an internal logic to his characters, and they stay in character
throughout the madness.
Manmohan Desai squeezed in every masala trope
he could find, and the actors looked like they were having so much fun –
Parveen as the ditzy kook was the only disappointment because that was probably
her character arc – play the ditzy kook. But what a lovely ditz!
Rekha as Basanti was a great masala heroine – strong, feminine,
beautiful and she had great chemistry with the Bachchan. The sparks just flew
when they appeared on screen.
Amitabh and Shashi also had great chemistry
together. Their scenes together – whether they are fighting, having some
bromance, the comic sequences where Amit (dressed as a Sardarji) is trying to
persuade Kishan to marry Annu, the many chappal sequences which are absolutely
hilarious, how many ever times they are repeated – are a delight to watch. For a change, the
songs are great as well, and we get to hear Mohammed Rafi sing for Amitabh –
which is always fun.
Shalini and I, of course, swooned over Amit's
ability to whistle before he attacks; loved that even the villains got to have emotional
dialogues; laughed that Jeevan had lost the wig stakes in the movie but loved that
he broke into English from time to time in that decidedly-Jeevan way; had our masala quota when we realised the film was chocabloc with villains...
...we laughed that
when Amit said 'Uske dimaag aur meri taaqat' he was actually confessing to
lacking in the brains department; swooned some more over Amit's coolness
quotient; were shocked that Kishan doesn't get his
eyesight back as the result of a medical miracle; loved that Kishan is not very filial and that baap remains a
manipulative bastard till the end; imprinted QWERTY on our
foreheads when Man suddenly remembered that the title of the film was Suhaag...
...we decided the brothers would be better off without their parents; wanted to
smack ma for being so bloody stupid all of a sudden; sighed over the
fact that the heroine, while rather fiesty in a masala set up still has
to be virginal, but admired that she tells her truth without shame, and bonded
over how Suhaag is a near perfect example of how masala can be
insanely entertaining, and how Manmohan Desai never got his due.
A thoroughly entertaining time was had. We just need to ensure samosas and tea are on hand, next time.
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