I came to know of this movie from a source I would not
trust, but then I am happy that I took the chance. Just a few days back, While
I was checking my news feed on Facebook, every next person seemed to “feel happy
watching Phoring.” So I downloaded it to
see what the fuss was all about.
I was pleasantly surprised to come across a movie after such
a long time with such a fresh storyline. Well many others have touched this
theme of adolescent passion, but then this one was different. It covered
multiple themes, including God and death, as seen by a 14 year old.
The movie begins with Phoring, a 14 year old boy from a
small town in North Bengal, fantasizing about a woman, much older in age than
him, and waking up from a wet dream embarrassed. He is basically a lonely
child, of a drunken father and a depressed mother. Having lost his only true
friend, his elder brother, to malaria, he has no one to talk to but the Gods.
His “Thakurs”. He sits by the river
on a fallen tree and talks to them about everything. Pleading them to pass him
in the exams to telling them about his wet dreams. Well, he talks about his wet
dreams, “privately” only to the male God, and is very embarrassed when he
mentions it to a “ladies” God.
When he fails his annual examination and decides to kill
himself, his “Thakur” miraculously sends someone down to this village school of
North Bengal, to make Phoring happy. And yes he is happy. No one ever gave him
so much love as this new history teacher did. She understood his love for
imagination, and suggested him ways to channelize it in to something
productive. Besides, respecting this “Madam” of his, Phoring felt a tug at the
heart because of this special privilege.
Naturally so, because when all the boys in his class are madly
in love with this teacher, and trying too hard to find out where she lives, he
gets the special privilege to visit her often, and know her a little more
closely than anyone else. The passion and excitement these 14 year olds feel
are portrayed wonderfully. The excitement when Madam, touches his hand or lies
down on the bed and a little bit of her legs show. Then there is the jealousy.
“Who is that man coming to meet Madam often?” “Why does Madam smile so much
when she talks to him?”
He can’t accept the fact that Madam went away somewhere with
a friend, without telling him. We also see the jealousy his classmates have
against him. The way they make fun of him, because of this heart break. But
then we also see the priceless smile on Phoring’s face, when Madam comes to
visit him, making him feel all important. The dilemma and uncertainty of a child’s
mind about how important he is to a grown up woman is very well portrayed by
this child actor (I wonder how they make kids act).
This passion and love goes much deeper. So deep, that one
can even give up his normal life, leave his home and go away to an unknown city
in search of Madam. Work hard, wash dishes and finally find and meet Madam to
ask some unanswered questions. Some questions that had been troubling the
little mind for long.
This kind of love, I think comes when one is innocent.
Unperturbed by the vices of the world of a grown up. When one knows how to
follow one’s heart and not care about what others say and think. But then
Phoring had a very strong conscience. That came out when he conversed with his
Gods. The Gods’ voice telling him how he is wrong or how he is being silly is
just his inner conflict. His inner voice, stopping him from doing something or
encouraging him to go ahead. But his innocent self always asked him to be
spontaneous and do whatever his heart agreed to. Not bothering about what people thinks and
finally with time, Phoring learns to deal with his conscience and his
conversations with his Thakurs reduce
in frequency.
May be as people grow up, they tend to wear a mask, starts
pretending to be someone they are not. And then with time, as the teacher aptly
says, they forget about the mask. The mask becomes the reality
and they tend to hold on to it, unless something traumatising happens and the
mask falls off. In Phoring’s dad’s case, his mask of a bad father fell off when
he realised that he has lost his son.
What is sad is when this innocence of a child is lost; the
love of the untouched heart disappears too. As the movie ends with the Madam
promising her student, that she would write him letters, and asks him to reply
to them, I wonder, how long will the little boy keep his words? Will he fall
out of the need to know where his beloved teacher is? Or will he keep his words
and stay interested in the same way that he is now? Will he grow out of this innocence
and realise that Madam was after all not that important? Will he lose this
attachment and will it be for the good or for the bad? However everything
depends on the uncertainty. And no one knows what is for the good and what for
the bad. Not even the Gods. Even they fail to understand certain things we
mortals do and then we should learn to stop depending on them and create our
own stories. Phoring sheds away his dependence on the Gods by saying at the end of the movie: “Thakur, jeta bojhona
sheta niye kotha bolo na.” (Do not talk about things you don’t understand.) Or was he just talking to his inner voice?