Shuklaji In Zee5’s Saas Bahu Achaar Pvt. Ltd Is A Refreshing Change To Bollywood

In a scene from Zee5’s Saas Bahu Achaar Pvt. Ltd,, Shuklaji, played by Anandes­h­war Dwivedi, tells his friend about a book he once tried to sell for months in vain. “Then I thought to myself, I must read this book to see why no one wanted to buy it,” he says to Sum­an (Amruta Subhash), his soon-to-­be busin­ess partner. It’s a scene that echoes the charact­er’s ethos through the most literary of subtexts. Out of curiosity, he chooses to read a book that does not sell, rather than the many that usually do or would have. Shuklaji is an ano­maly, a rarest of rare meteor sighting in the night sky of Indian culture and cinema. He is a 42-year-old man who lives in Purani Dilli and represents the elusiven­ess of life’s many franchises—money, class and qui­te possibly, caste. But he also embodies the rare breed of disenfra­n­chisement that Hindi cinema has, over deca­des, invisibilised through the youthfulness of pursuing love, and the wisdom of sustaining families. He, in fact, represents the dis­encha­n­ted middle—people to whom life, as cinema has often exhibited—simply doesn’t happen.

True to India’s cinematic tradition, our protagonist can only exist in two states—in pursuit of love or falling out of it. Which relegates the middle-aged—the 40s and 50s—to the kind of decorative erasure that really only sparkles with life in the context of an affair or a scandal. Men and women in their 40s and 50s are possibly considered literary paperweights, there to convey the sanctity of the room—read family—by appearing as an imposing form of social furniture. Even in Sooraj Barjatya’s cinema, where marriage and family collide as one big cosmic event of ecstasy and hallucination, the middle ages are convenie­n­­tly either absent or make up the backstage to a more youthful story. Sure, Hindi cinema has mat­ured enough, thanks largely to the films of Gul­z­ar that question the many antecedents of the happily-ever-after narrative, but there has always been the invocation of a variety of sacredness to that line of questioning. As in, love and marriage are inevitable but necessary dramas, until they are also interpreted as tragedies.

There are some examples, few and far between, strewn across Hindi cinema as the result probably of carefully curated atrophy or simply, chaotic seat-filling. In Farhan Akhtar’s Dil Chahta Hai, Rajat Kapoor plays Mahesh, a middle-­aged uncle to Shalini (Preity Zinta) who never quite bit the bullet. His single life isn’t extensively queried but he lies there, often in the background of intense sequ­e­nces, nonplussed by the gravity or emot­ion of things happening around him. In the cult comedy Andaz Apna Apna, Javed Khan Amrohi plays the unsubtly named Anand Akela, a seemingly middle-aged man who is content with playing second-­fiddle to younger men trying to tacitly find and formalise their unions. “Main Anand Akela, akela hi theek hoon,” he says in a scene after humbly accepting his second-rank status, both inside the world of the film and possibly outside as well.

In Jeevan Dhaara, Rekha plays a woman who must support her family because her brothers are wasteful morons. On the cusp of marriage, she has to back down from a life of matrimony to return to familial duties and burdens. Here, the lack of the franchise of marriage is told as tragedy. Its climax has a visibly torn Rekha expressing her dejection about missing the opportunity to tie the knot (with a weal­thy man, mind you). In Mera Naam Joker, Raju limps through adulthood with the burden of looking after an ailing mother. He finds love, but life never quite allows him to grab it. In Asit Sen’s Khamoshi, a hauntingly brilliant Wah­eeda Reh­man cures a patient while falling, hopelessly in love with him. He recovers his memory but forg­ets her in return. In these stor­ies love is felt, family envisioned, but life never quite materialises in the grand methods that Bollywood had come to employ as a matter of regularity. But then, there is still youthful exuberance to these stories, even if it is cultivated on the soil of regret and one-si­ded affection. There is no disenchantment, at least not like Shuklaji’s.

Shukla’s world is carefully coiled into the wider narrative of the entrepreneurial spirit that Saas Bahu Achaar Pvt. Ltd. seeks to champion. His ear­­­nest, supportive demeanour balances his economic deprivation, unlike grittier formats that see the same disenfranchisement through the lens of crime. Shuklaji sells pens, books and sto­c­kings at the ISBT in Delhi, but he rarely thi­nks twice about supporting a woman-led busin­ess when it crops up in his neighbourhood. He is succinct, but also witless in certain situations, enterprising but also no genius. Of course, a lot of this has to co-exist alongside the wilful ignora­nce of a world that looks past his sexuality and depravity but that said, his deprivation is not dire­ctly lin­ked to his inability to have found love, or have fallen for someone. In fact, that question doesn’t even come up.

There are a number of questions that can be ask­ed about the relu­c­ta­nce to write a Shuklaji or a story around a character like him. Some of the­se puncture the very preamble to good storytelling that we have chosen to identify with as a cul­ture. Can a story really exist without love? Or are stories without romantic love, familial devotion or parental reckoning not worth telling? Then there are the more obvious questions that flirt with the superficialities of the creative businesses. The number of middle-aged actors, the kind of roles they get cast in and what exactly they play in those roles, aside from being frivolous enablers to someone else’s story arc.

The point of Shuklaji in this rarest of rare character portrayals is to exist as the compliant nei­g­h­­­bour, the uncomplicated friend or depe­­n­d­able asexual business partner. Such allia­n­ces are hardly thinkable at any age in popular cinema, but in the middle-aged, it’s perhaps revel­atory. Shuklaji doesn’t really have an arc in the ser­ies. He undergoes no drastic transformati­ons beca­use, of course, he isn’t the protagonist. Here too, the protagonist is a divorced woman who has seen love and family and has now been culled from subscribing to its touted legacies. But even next to the traditional protagonist, Shuklaji sta­nds out as a whimsical but believable character whose existence is beguiling for the simple reason that we haven’t seen him on screen before.

It’s understandable that a character like Shuk­l­aji arrived in the full flesh on an OTT platform, because inside theatres there simply isn’t room for unmoored, untaken middle-aged men and women who are still trying to figure life out. It’s the platform that many Shuklas and Miss Shu­k­las probably never get around to. Not because the platform might be incorrect, but maybe because they wish to never take THE journey, or the journey never quite managed to convince them to come either.

(This appeared in the print edition as "The Whimsical, Believable Middle-age")

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Manik Sharma writes on arts, culture and cinema