THE LUNCHBOX –
INDIAN FILM – 2013
A small but interesting film
about simple people in India
today, simple is a way of speaking since the main character is dealing with
public finances. But that is not really important. There is no ostentatious Hindu
religion. There is no Muslim religion. We are obviously living among Hindu
people and on the train to and from Mumbai, now and then there is a group of
children reciting mantras in order to get a coin or two: in other words they
are begging. We may also have a set of adult males doing the same, reciting
mantras, we assume all along the trip. But that’s little. This absence of
Hinduism enables the film to be totally silent on the worst problem of India today,
the Dalits. This silence on this social problem is surprising, or maybe not so
surprising after all. Let’s push that modern form of slavery under the table or
under the carpet and it does not exist.
The film is just a story about a
man who is going to retire. He is aging. Due to a mistake in the lunchbox
delivery system he gets the lunchbox from a woman who is trying to re-conquer
her husband by cooking special lunches for him. An epistolary relation starts
via the lunchbox: message to and message fro. Till a meeting becomes possible.
But it is then the aging man discovers he has no right to entertain some
illusion about that younger woman, nor nurture illusions in her about a
rejuvenating love affair which is nothing but a compensation for her inability
to have a relation with her own husband. And he has no right to flatter his ego
with the idea that he might still be young, to the point of maybe not retiring
after all.
So everything goes right in the
end, and he retires and his successor can take over. This successor is a total
mystery since he is an absolute orphan but he is not a Dalit, and cannot be one
since after some time his girlfriend who eloped with him gets the benediction
of her rich father and they get married. Such a man who educated himself and
who got experience in other countries before coming back to India is
fascinating in a way because we can see everyday in our cities these Hindus
from Sri Lanka (Tamils) or from India (Hindis or Tamils) selling fruit at the
entrance of underground stations. To expatriate themselves, at least for a
while seems to be part of the life experience of a certain proportion of Hindis
and Tamils for very different reasons at times, since the Tamils of Sri Lanka
mostly went to Europe or Australia and Canada to run away from the civil war of
the terroristic Tamil Tigers, though they were then the preys of these Tigers
who blackmailed them with their relatives in Sri Lanka to force them to pay the
“revolutionary tax.” The film does not really say how and why that young man
expatriated himself.
That’s the most surprising aspect
of the film. It remains very vague on details and explanations. And in the end
it is a very sad film about aging accepted by the main character but that leads
him to a life of total idleness he turns into some kind of voyeurism from his
terrace into the home of what appears to be a Christian family. Nostalgia for
real life, with a family and an activity.
India has to cope with this problem
fast otherwise the country will do the same as the population: it will age in
idleness and the inability to be productive and creative.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU
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