30 August, 2026

Remembering Irrfan Khan: The actor we all imagined to be close to

Over a decade ago, when Rajesh Khanna passed away, my maternal aunt cried a lot. I did not understand all that fancied association she believed she had with the actor. It was unfathomable to me.

With the passing away of Irrfan Khan, it hit me. I began to understand what it meant to feel the ache in one’s heart and to whimper. It felt strangely personal. Sometimes, the make-believe world we see on screen can blur our individual lives, allowing us to drift away. In this imaginary personal realm, I had met Irrfan Khan many times. He would come to me in different avatars – every single time.

It has been four years since Irrfan Khan left, yet it is difficult to accept that this magnificent actor is no longer with us and that we won’t ever see him play another real-life character with much nuance, conviction, and excellence.

Irrfan Khan’s character in every film stood out - irrespective of the film’s commercial and critical acclaim. One wonders if any other actor with the same script, dialogues, and director, would have exhibited the same brilliance as Irrfan did in all his films. He immortalised several significant characters on screen.

I have watched many Irrfan Khan films, but the ones that truly stayed with me over the years are - The Namesake, The Lunchbox, and Piku. Several scenes from these films have remained etched in my memory. Moreover, every character that Irrfan portrayed on screen, felt like that of someone close I know. It is magical, to say the least.

On his death anniversary, I revisit some of my favourite scenes to marvel over Irrfan’s acting skills:

* In The Namesake– Ashoke Ganguli is like my father. Not only does my father share the same first name with the character (with a slight variation in the spelling), but he also is the quintessential overprotective Bengali parentwe all know about. Like his namesake character - Ashoke, my father understands the unspoken wishes of his wife and children; and wants us to remain rooted in the story of our lives – the very origin of our being.

‘The Namesake’ is a package of emotions on a continuum.

Scene 1 –

Ashoke looks at his shrunk clothes and tells his wife -Ashima, why she had to venture out into an unfamiliar world to get the laundry done. Ashima, who tries to do things as a dutiful wife, feels hurt by her husband’s charge and locks herself in another room. And then it is Ashoke cajoling his wife to let go and begging her to smile a little. The scene is a must-watch to understand the emotions of slight annoyance, persuasion, respect, and affection – all blending to create Irrfan’s dialogue delivery.

Scene 2 –

Ashoke goes to his son - Gogol’s room to gift him a book – The Overcoat by Nikolai Gogol on his birthday. Ashoke wants to narrate the story of the origin of his son’s name. But he doesn’t get the opportunity to do so, as Gogol seems least interested in knowing anything about the book. He rather wants to concentrate on the music he is listening to. Ashoke sits in his son’s room as Gogol puts the music off. Ashoke understands that his presence is unwanted; he pats his son and quietly leaves. As a construction of the scene – it could be a simple one. But it is not. Watch it to understand how a father runs through an emotional quandary and feels uneasiness in approaching his son. And, in all this, Ashoke chooses not to overstep Gogol’s personal space. A lot is conveyed through Irrfan’s expressions in this scene – between his desire to tell the story and not being able to do anything – he decides to leave.

Scene 3 –

Ashoke walks with his son to the seashore but forgets to bring a camera. He then asks Gogol to capture the event in his mind forever, that he had visited such a beautiful shore. The dialogue in this scene has been a favourite for many over the years – “Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.”

Back in 2007, when I first watched the film, this scene moved me to tears, and it still holds the same power. It numbs me, whether I am in a happy or vulnerable state. The scene manages to shake up the equilibrium – whatever it is.

Over the years, several times, I remembered Ashoke’s lesson and captured the moment in my mind and heart, when a camera wasn’t handy.

* In The Lunchbox- Sajjan Fernandes is like my first love. Like Sajjan, G had waited it out several times, without expecting much in return. The best part about having a platonic relationship is that you put a lot of emphasis on emotional bonding. And sometimes, that’s all you require when everything else fails. Between being unable to see each other for months together and then sitting next to each other, without uttering a word – a lifetime seems to pass by.

There are several scenes that I like in the film. Most scenes are just driven by Sajjan’s terrific expressions and not dialogues. Sajjan’s childlike anticipation of the lunchbox, touching and sniffing - to reaffirm that it is from Ila (his love interest), plating of food items, savouring and even assessing them critically, his long glances at the ceiling fan or that look at his neighbour’s dining table – all laced up with the feeling of immense solitude and desire for companionship.

Scenes at the restaurant and bathroom

Sajjan looks into the mirror as he gets ready to meet Ila at the restaurant. He is in his usual office attire – tucked-in shirt and trousers. As he is about to step out of the bathroom, he goes closer to the mirror and keeps looking at his face. Something strikes him suddenly and things change. Later, as the film progresses, he writes to Ila telling her that he is a witness to her beauty but also his ageing.

Sajjan’s expression in the bathroom changes from being optimistic to turning into melancholic – all within a few minutes. He looks around in the bathroom and gets a sense that it now smells of an old man. And, somewhere in all this, he has lost his youth. He becomes aware of it more now. Sajjan writes to Ila – “I forgot something in the bathroom, and when I went back to get it, the bathroom smelled exactly like it smelled after my grandfather took a bath. That’s when I realised it wasn’t him, it was me.” Watch the scene here:

* In Piku, Rana Chaudhry is like a playful neighbour or a colleague, whose style of flirting is thankfully subtle. Rana redefines old-school romances, where a lot remains unspoken and sometimes, conveyed through eyes and gestures. In the film, Rana has a good heart and doesn’t hold back in calling a spade a spade, like - when Rana tells Bhaskor that if Piku had felt him as some sort of a burden, she wouldn’t have arranged for a trip to Kolkata.

Out of all the scenes in Piku, the conversation regarding a peaceful death stayed with me over the years -

Scene

Bhaskor (the character played by Amitabh Bachchan) tells Rana at the breakfast table that he shouldn’t have allowed his father to be put on a ventilator and that the entire process must have caused him more suffering than doing any good. Rana tells him that he followed what he was told by the doctors. It’s a terrific scene where Rana looks at Bhaskor all perplexed and disoriented and is unable to fathom if he were the cause of his father’s death.

Whether it was Ashoke Ganguli, Sajjan Fernandes, or Rana Chaudhry – each brought me closer to their off-screen counterparts I have known in my physical world. The characters remained so real that I could relate to them, laughed, cried, empathised, and grew up with them. They conveyed a purpose - sometimes with dialogues and sometimes with facial expressions.

That’s the power of an outstanding performer.

And, Irrfan Khan had that kind of power.


Published on WION website: May 03, 2024

Do you see yourself in Konkana Sen Sharma's directorial 'The Mirror'?



 Disclaimer: Spoiler Alert: A few scenes from the short film ‘The Mirror’ have been detailed to the best of the writer’s ability and understanding of the subject. This may spoil your film-watching experience if you haven’t watched the short yet. Readers’ discretion is advised.


Do I see myself in ‘The Mirror’?

I look at myself every day in the mirror. It is usually a rushed affair. I layer my eyes with kohl, brush my hair and give those final touches to the face, hair, and attire – and I am ready to step out.

How often do I look into the mirror and pause for some time? Do I take a moment to reflect on how far I have come by - the fears, pains, rebellions, and joys I have been through? Do I recognise my deep, dormant feelings? Do I understand the inhibitions and desires that have settled in, deep within?

Perhaps not.

Perhaps, the emotions are so cold, suppressed, and underdeveloped that they generally don’t show up in day-to-day events. The sentiments start becoming mature only when they are faced with a situation. A situation that challenges the status quo and throws us into a deep pit of wanting.

And, thus, we enter the world behind the face in the mirror.

Something like that happened when I watched ‘The Mirror’.

The Mirror– a short by the brilliant filmmaker Konkona Sen Sharma in the Netflix anthology Lust Stories 2, explores the themes of loneliness, desire, class divide, and voyeurism through the characters played by the terrific actors Tillotama Shome and Amruta Subhash.

One of the initial scenes establishes the positions of the two characters – Ishita (played by Tillotama Shome) and Seema (played by Amruta Subhash). Ishita – a single, career-oriented woman, discovers that her house help – Seema is having sex with a man in her bedroom. Ishita immediately runs out to a corner. In a static frame, Ishita calls up her friend (Sen Sharma’s voice on the other end), Seema steps out, takes the lift, and the man moves out of the frame. That shot depicts the power dynamics between the characters, wherein Ishita first stands tall and firm, but in a moment’s time, she too, bends down. Literally - to hide from the other two, figuratively - reaching to the core emotions that are the same, regardless of the class divide.

In a usual setting, one would terminate the services of the help. But Ishita chooses not to confront Seema about it – for Ishita starts deriving pleasure from seeing them have sex. Day after day, she sneaks into the house that is officially hers and watches them perform through a mirror. These scenes are aesthetically shot, with long continuous pans signifying the transition of days. Another impressive aspect of these scenes is the gripping soundtrack.

The extreme close-up shots of Ishita’s face while she is seeing them in action are representative of her bottled-up emotions. Tillotama Shome’s expressions are of top class. Her eyes do all the talking, and her face carries hidden sentiments of longing. There is a scene where Ishita masturbates and then breaks out crying. That one scene encapsulates everything that Ishita, as a character, is going through. Her internal dilemma stems from a deep-seated yearning to be with someone and be the recipient of someone’s touch and love. Despite the worldly belongings that Ishita owns, she doesn’t feel any richer than her house help. Seema may not have material possessions but has a companion to realise her needs, to love, and to traverse through life.

The film also explores the elasticity of physical spaces. How a certain space can be shared, owned, and disowned by its inhabitants - depends largely on the situation and time. In a scene where Seema first realises that Ishita is in the house and perhaps, in the know of what’s going on – Seema takes ownership of the space while Ishita tiptoes away from her own house. The choreography of the scene is tremendous and changes the underlying forces operating between the characters thereafter.

Tillotama Shome’s Ishita is strong and vulnerable – all at the same time. The character is surprised by its own switched mannerisms but owns and accepts them, nonetheless. From Monsoon Wedding to the latest The Night Manager – Shome truly lights up the frame with every character she plays on-screen.

Amruta Subhash’s Seema is strong, sassy, and upright – much like her manager in The Mirror. Subhash’s performance has all along been appreciated in Bollywood projects like - Firaaq, Gully Boy, Sacred Games 2, Choked, and Bombay Begums, among others. However, my favourite Amruta Subhash film has been Avinash Arun’s national award-winning Marathi drama Killa (2015). Subhash, as a widowed mother in the coming-of-age film, portrays a compelling character – tender, compassionate, and stoic at times.

The Mirror is Konkona Sen Sharma’s second directorial project. A Death In The Gunj(2017), her directorial debut, established the fact that she is just as unparalleled a director as she is an actor. For anyone who has followed Sen Sharma’s work over the years across languages, it is quite difficult to put down a list of her best performances. In fact, it is almost impossible unless one is tasked to. Irrespective of whether it is a lead role or not – Sen Sharma’s acting supremacy cannot be disregarded.

However, there is one film that I cannot not mention. 15 Park Avenue- one of her earliest films- had the power to stir up my emotions and numb me for days when I first watched it. Sen Sharma played the character of a schizophrenic woman under the guidance and direction of her mother and prolific filmmaker – Aparna Sen. It is one of the few Indian films that talk about mental health issues with the sensitivity and understanding it warrants. 15 Park Avenuewas released in 2005.

18 years later with The Mirror, Konkona Sen Sharma is still at her best – just that, now she dons the Director’s hat with as much dexterity as she does with her acting.

Written by Konkona Sen Sharma and Pooja Tolani, The Mirror is the most powerful of all shorts in Lust Stories 2. It opens you up to the world of two women who enjoy exploring sexual desire unapologetically. The film brings me to question: Why is it that the forbidden, the mysterious, and the unattainable are always so desirous? And what is it about transgression that makes desire so palpable and compelling?

The Mirror will make you pause, introspect and question. Allow it to find its way to your mind and reflections. It is currently streaming on Netflix.

I leave you with a few lines from one of the most admired poets of the 20th century - Sylvia Plath. The lines crossed my mind as I watched the film. Interestingly, the poem is titled Mirror.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long

I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.

Faces and darkness separate us over and over.


The article was published on WION webiste on 18th August, 2023. 

30 October, 2021

Of chores, arguments, and a deep connection

Another birthday went by. Just like every year, I received phone calls from well-meaning associates. They repeated their wish of wanting to see me married, and I again brushed it off, saying that there is still some more time. Some went ahead to certify that my biological clock isn’t ticking anymore, and it might have stopped. I told them that it doesn’t mean anything to me now.

Deep in my heart, I know it means quite a bit at this stage. No, not the biological clock, but a solid companionship. A companionship that would provide me with comfort, peace and freedom. 

All my life I have lived with my parents and a younger sibling. We love each other to the core but argue at every possible instance. We have different worldviews, but the same values bind the four of us together. Some days, when I don’t win the major arguments, I tell them that I will pack my bags and leave the house. I have come so close to doing so, but I just can’t seem to take down the heavy suitcases from the attic and fill them with my favourite things. Because all my favourite things can't be packed in the good old sturdy luggage bags or even the mauve one, which I bought some time ago.

The list of my favourite things is endless. They may be some material as old as the many audio cassettes of my recitation recordings or the customary studio visits for a picture dedicated to every occasion. They may also be a variety of emotions – undefined emotions that can only be felt in the presence of one’s parents. Then, there are also the things that I dislike. For instance, I don’t want to live up to the moral science textbooks all the time. 

But I have realised that my likes are quite solid in nature and often dwarf my dislikes. Now, when I travel out for shoots to another city for 2-3 days – I should be mentally kicked about it as I always was, but the fact is, I am not. It has nothing to do with work/shoots, which I am still quite passionate about. It has to do with not being able to see my parents on the days I am out. I may be in touch with them all the time over the phone, but I feel a strange sense of comfort when they are within my gaze.

This behavioural change has happened over time. With age, I have grown fonder of them – as my parents and as a couple. As a couple, they do most things together. Both have retired from their beloved services and now have each other’s company all the time. They cook and do other household chores together. When they have arguments, they stop speaking with each other and also don’t watch their scheduled TV shows. But this silence doesn’t last for long. In fact, it doesn't last for more than 3-4 hours. They make it up to each other very soon. I find it absolutely adorable how each time they let go of things easily without holding anything against each other. 

And, here I am – fretting over my relationship because I had some sort of a sane expectation, but things did not work out my way. I pause for a moment and think: why is ‘my way’ always more important than the other person’s opinion or way? I never get a satisfactory answer to that.

Maybe someday, I will.

That day, we will live together as one big family – his favourite humans, my favourite humans, his favourite things, my favourite things and the many intricate emotions of real existence.

That day, my way and his way won’t collide. And, even if they do, we will still stick together and find the middle ground where I will savour Old Monk, and he will make do with a Lemonade Breezer.

Until that happens, I am happily ageing up in the company of this endearing couple that still believes in old-fashioned romance - where love conquers everything, even the silliest or hardest of all arguments.

My mother proclaims – “Love is not loud. It is silent. It is important to understand its beauty and strength amid everyday chaos”. My father nods in agreement.

They keep my hopes alive. 

Year after year.

16 April, 2020

I

I am here, again
Restless and doubtful
I question my existence, my identity, my spirit
Again
Am I just a dot on a piece of paper?
A small, inconsequential, defective dot
Or am I more than that?
A fly, maybe
The one that irritates you,
And you shoo it away every time
Am I a honeybee?
The one that scares you
But you still run after its nectar
Who am I, really?
A human being – am I one?
Am I the one, who feels superior to every other creature on the planet? 
Am I more influential than a dot, a fly, or a honeybee?
If yes, then why am I here, again?
Why do I feel feeble, exhausted, and powerless?
Was I running too fast, all this while?
Was I aiming too big, beyond my will? 
Maybe it is time to close my eyes and rest
And ponder over my actions done in haste

Today
My expectations have dissolved me into nothingness
I feel nothing more than a dot on a piece of paper
A small, inconsequential, defective dot
But one day, I will grow out of this emptiness
Into the world of my liking
Where I will march slowly, and expect less
I will be born right in the next phase
Until then, I pause
Within my dot, I rest