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Indian men are not just clueless about the pain their women go through, but also entitled. The Great Indian Kitchen is an eyeopener.
Watching ‘The Great Indian Kitchen’ is not a mere coincidence on women’s day weekend but a reason to bolster my ramblings into coherent thought.
On the face of it, it is too real, and ‘The Great Indian Kitchen’ will come across as a sure shocker for many. “She should know what she’s getting into!”
The film shows us the life of many women after the marriage. The immediate change they have to fit into. Getting into a new household, adapting to new people, new set of rules, new lifestyle, new ways of dealing things, basically everything new.
And for men, literally nothing really changes when they get married, other than the fact that there is a new person now sharing their bed, and they instantly get a new caretaker for the rest of their lives. And this is all ‘normal’, right? What’s this fuss all about?
But as the movie starts to sink into our minds, the unsettling begins. The reality of how real this ‘normal’ is and the way everyone is so sucked into this ‘normalcy’, is what makes for an uneasy show.
Twenty minutes into the film and you start feeling nauseated, to witness the everyday order of the household, the callousness of the members for whom all this seems normal.
It doesn’t take very long for the newly married young woman to realize that this is hell she has just walked into. The messy dining table left by the men after their dinner and her mother-in-law’s blindfolded attitude to all this is a metaphor to the whole patriarchal system that the film is trying to hold a mirror to.
What follows is nothing but horror told from a casual standpoint. What the young bride sees and any viewer can feel, the others in the household are luxuriously unaware of. Our households may not witness this kind of extreme situations everyday, but this movie definitely shows us those facets of Indian homes which we often overlook.
The problem lies in the way the whole idea of arranged marriage works in favour of men in particular, and patriarchy at large. The idea of submissiveness and power dynamics is so institutionalized and normalized, that for a moderately liberal woman like me, who had debated with her moderately liberal parents against arranged marriages, this movie feels like an exaggeration.
But in reality, this is the rule of the society. This is the rule for many married women across any strata of society, and shockingly, throughout many cultures around. Typecasting the nature of women as ‘good natured’, ‘obedient’, ‘wife material’ and so on is aligned to this rule of the land. Whoever slightly raises a voice against it are immediately called names, and labelled as ‘difficult to handle’. And mind you, it’s not just men, but also many women unknowingly become a part of this very construct and perpetuate these regressive thoughts.
We as a society have always ignored the fact that the woman is an individual first, but we blindly acknowledge and celebrate her entity as WOMAN – being a Wonderful wife, an Obedient daughter-in-law, a Marvelous daughter, an Adorable sister and a Nurturing mother. And that’s how women are emotionally satiated to the hilt. Never realizing in the midst of all these labels ‘that someone who is a WOMAN’ is lost forever.
Things have surely changed for the recent generations where women have become more aware of their choices, and have become assertive enough to make decisions about their lives. Still within the households, the kitchen appears to be one such place where there’s a clear demarcation as to who owns it.
Even to this day, it is very unlikely that a prospective partner (mostly in arranged marriage setup) would take it for granted that his would-be wife isn’t interested in cooking. There will be adjustments from his part if he’s willing, and that would be needed to be acknowledged as a sacrifice of the highest level which will be reminded to the wife now and then and often. And that scenario will arise only if the wife is a working woman. Working partner is still considered as a bonus and many times it is not even her decision to continue or discontinue the work.
Can you even imagine a situation if the woman is a non-working one and if she isn’t interested in cooking. What? That combination is non-existent. Right? Then her mother would take all the blame for not raising the girl ‘properly’. Working or non-working then becomes incidental when it comes to owning ‘the great kitchen’.
However, I wish to believe that at least a couple of generations have seen this mental shift unfolding in front of their lives. In the Indian context, the catching up phase has come, thanks to women becoming assertive and demanding respect for their contribution. Also I would want to believe that it has been a larger learning curve to the male counterparts to recognize and assimilate their thoughts. A greater understanding will lie in letting go of their fragile male ego.
A friend of mine said recently when asked whether he compliments his wife for her culinary skills, he said coyly, men in Indian society are not taught to appreciate a wife. And that too in front of other family members, he is not supposedly expected to do that. What he meant was, he isn’t trained to let his ego droop to that stage, where it will be mocked at. I stopped myself asking the next question, if he helps her in the kitchen work? Of course, I knew the answer would be a no.
But yes, let us take a moment to appreciate the men in our lives who willingly lend a helping hand in house management, be it bringing groceries and vegetables (mind you, these are the men who know to bring exactly Methi when you say Methi, not some green leaves which might be Methi in their dictionaries), be it sharing parental responsibilities without making it look like a task or even cooking for you your favorite dish once a while. And, this appreciation will only be justified if it is a consistent behavior, not something shown as a token compliment or reserved for some special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries.
It is high time that we make the much needed change in our attitudes, more importantly our boys need to know that cooking and cleaning are not gender roles but are essential basic life skills. If not anything, they will have a decent respect for the dinner plate they are served each day and recognize the sheer amount of work that goes into making it come through and at least acknowledge and complement where it is due.
The idea that providing and nurturing are gender based and that the sense of worth of an individual comes only from providing to the family and nurturing is secondary to that, is what we need to break. The social conditioning of these two very important aspects of life need to be addressed equally, which seems like a never ending challenge.
I believe there’s still some hope that mothers can raise their boys sensible and inclusive of all of the world’s views without belittling mankind.
I remember two decades ago, my mother was hoping for an equal partnership in marriage and in a better life for girls, and here I am, wishing the same for my son – to have a life without gender biased roles, be it in marriage or in society.
Cathartic is an understatement for this exceptional film. A little bit exaggerated for impact I’m sure, otherwise the movie is a powerful statement in itself. The filmmaker’s deliberate attempt to direct the viewers into the grossness of the setup is highly commendable.
Stellar performances by Nimisha Sajayan and Suraj Venjaramood along with other supporting cast adds to the spotlight. Director Joe Baby’s decision to have no background music is a genius way of filmmaking and shows how real he wanted it to be. Of course, in real lives we don’t have background music playing for us when we are sad or elated or just angry. The sound designing is incredible along with excellent cinematography.
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