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The day art went up in smoke

Sumit Bhattacharya | June 02, 2005 17:21 IST

When I read George Orwell's seminal 1984 and the concept of thoughtcrime -- musings for which the State can throw you in prison -- I shuddered. When I heard from a senior colleague how she had been often rapped on the head in 'liberated' Afghanistan for not keeping it covered, I shuddered.

Dresscrime, I said to myself, what next?

The Indian government has answered -- sightcrime. Watching an onscreen character smoke is injurious for you, it has decided.

There can be no defence for smoking, many are chorusing. It pollutes young minds, leads them astray.

Sure, it is harmful. The State can warn you, it can persuade you.

But does it have the right to decide everything for you?

Can it order you in every aspect of life?

Can it order coffee to be blurred on screen next? If the beverage had been discovered now, it would have been banned as a drug.

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Soon, it will want you to only see movies where all characters do yoga in the morning and change their diet daily to suit the latest health study.

Last I heard, this was a free country. But then, in the Land of the Free where Liberty is a statue, the State is trying to get into bedrooms, and the man who thought the Taliban were a rock band till he decided to smoke 'em out has ordered you be fingerprinted when you enter his country.

Social scientists much wiser, much less vice-ridden than ignorant, smoking me have argued the State is a necessary evil.

Who decides when the necessary morphs into evil?

There are bad things and there are good things. But they are not watertight compartments. If there is no black, there can be no shades.

Life makes you take wrong turns. When you realise they were wrong turns, you are wisened by the experience.

Life is black, white and grey. Art is a portrayal of that.

Cinema is an art. It captures life's contradictions.

If there are no contradictions, there is no progress.

If everyone thought alike and felt alike, there would be no art.

It's like an old man and a young, restless gun. The old man wants to advise the young man about what is wrong. When guidance turns to oppression, there is rebellion.

Imagine watching a great, true-to-life biopic of Winston Churchill, Bob Marley, Albert Camus, Jean Paul Sartre, Fidel Castro, Che Guevara or Shah Rukh Khan, to name just a few. The screen will be a blur, thanks to the ban.

Imagine watching Satyajit Ray's Feluda or Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes on screen, a blur when they light their favourite Charminar and pipe.

Imagine Amitabh Bachchan in Deewar.

The real them is bad for you, the government is saying. Sure, it has the right to. But can it ban you from seeing the real them? That is the question.

Movies today, books tomorrow, your life the day after, art yesterday.

Yes, righteous mobs have always sought to stifle artists, to dictate what they can and cannot portray.

Hitler wanted to breed a 'perfect' population. His vision of perfect. Artists, scientists, thinkers who opposed were to be hunted down. Aren't our governments doing the same?

Aren't they trying to breed a population that only thinks in a certain way?

Aren't they hunting down messengers?

Aren't they deciding what is entertainment by shutting dance bars they themselves have made millions from?

Aren't they slapping dress codes on teachers, students?

They think looking at dirt breeds dirtiness. They don't want to clean up. They want you to put on blinkers.

What is at stake for you, the non-smoker? Every little thing you hold as your own. The onscreen cigarette ban is just a smoke screen. It is the monster's slip, which is showing. If you don't slay the monster now, because it is eating up what you think is harmful, it will grow and feed on what you hold dear.

The monster is the growing interference of the State in your life.

It is hunting the easiest target now -- art.

I like my smoke. I inhale lung-fulls of it. I pay more for it with every Budget. I pay my taxes, which never flow back to better my life. I cower in a corner of a train, dying for the nicotine my body demands while my nonsmoking co-passengers lech and argue whether a woman who is dressed in a certain way nurses a desire to be raped.

My heroes are flawed. I think art should not be fettered. I think there is no good war.

I am the target of governments, health conscious organisations, concerned public et al.

I am more dangerous than the non-smoking, non-drinking rioter, terrorist or soldier who butchers people because they choose different faiths, beliefs, lives.

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Sub: I accept the message in the article

Thsi article is excellent. Sumit Bhattacharya has rightly brought out the issue, which some of my reader friends seem to have misunderstood..! The issue is ...

Posted by Ravi

Sub: smoking bandh

hey, sameer- forget art for a min- mantri ayya is concerned about the popularity of Rajini saar, IF he intends joining politics. this is an ...

Posted by blokes

Sub: Indian Cinema can afford not to smoke

"Art for arts sake", I accept. I would prefer to watch a Shelock Holmes with a cigar between his lips, but that is solely because ...

Posted by Binu Thomas

Sub: Whats wrong?

We all know that smoking is injurious. Health ministry thinks that the youth that usually ape the styles of bollywood, may also get the attention ...

Posted by Sri Harsha

Sub: Thought Police??

The article was a nice read.. I personally do not believe in censorship.. what is the point in having free speech if it is regulated ...

Posted by Saurav Mohapatra


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