The Kashmir Files
Director: Vivek Ranjan Agnihotri
Cast: Anupam Kher, Pallavi Joshi, Bhasha Sumbli, Darshan Kumaar
As I watched the timeline of the Kashmir Genocide fly by on the screen, I saw three men sitting next to me in the hallway, one of whom was bitten twice by killer scorpions in Muthi camp, one was born in Jammu having lived the aftermath of neo-poverty and one Dogra, who migrated when he was 10 years of age, his father shot in one leg. Everyone cries endlessly as their past comes to life. At the break, I headed to the bathroom where I was met by a woman who was crying and washing her face over and over again. Another lady comforts her and tells me that the last scene before the interval that showed two KPs hanging from a tree in mid-January 90's Frozen was her brother and her father.
The Kashmir Files is the story of Pushkar Nath Pandit (Anupam Kher) and his family. It is a story of rotten hope, desperate order, struggle for individual dignity and a circle of deceit at the same time. Consider me biased, but this is Anupam Kher's best contribution to cinema yet. BN Pandit is not just a person. each one of us. He is the mirror of our misfortunes, the glass fragments that have not yet separated from the skin. It is painful in its simplest form because it is a movie that is closer to the truth, unlike any other movie of the past. None of the deaths were fictional, none of the tragedies were accidental, and none of the injuries were exaggerated or underrepresented.
Honestly, I don't have the guts to sit down with my dad and watch this movie, so I'm going to ask him to do it alone. I don't think I can see him crying in the dark for his unfair life, his crooked lines of fate and his tragic present in which his wife can't walk, the same wife who quickly caught Nanfuri running to the Jammu sumo tied with a daughter that night in 1990. I want to go back to the past, just to that day and help my mom put on some nice and comfortable shoes. Because her pain tells me the blisters haven't healed yet.
My friends in Kashmir, who will respond to my true feelings with "humne wo sab nahi kiya", remain silent every time a KP is killed in the valley until today. And remember, they won't see the movie but they'll say it's a web of lies because his mutual consent is more important than accepting the facts.
When Shiva gives up and holds the gun close to his chest and when Pushkar Nath gives up in hospital, both ending years but eerily similar, there's a faint second where you don't see light in his eyes, that tells me, how in the temporary night of 1990, a million pieces of sky rushed into the sky That miserable glass pierced all our hearts, heads and feet, and we've all been bleeding ever since.
Five Kashmiri pundits had to leave everything behind in 1990 when Kashmir reverberated under the advertisements of Ralph Galif Oh Shalev. The rest is history. forgotten. The Kashmir files, based on the KP genocide, will be released on March 11. Directed by Vivek Agnihotri, it features high-energy performances by Anupam Kher, Pallavi Joshi, Bhasha Sumbli, Darshan Kumaar and many more.