Parzania

On my trip to Bombay, I had to watch Parzania coz I thought it would never the light of day in Gujarat and after seeing the film I’m pretty sure it never will.

It’s a true story of Parzan, a young Parsi boy who physically lives in Ahmedabad but mentally dwells in ‘Parzania’, the city where buildings are made of chocolate and the mountains are made of ice cream. Entry into Parzania involves taking an oath to place cricket above anything else. His world of dreams is shattered by the well planned and executed riots which tore him apart from his family. His only fault was that he was a Parsi which meant he wasn’t a Hindu and therefore he had no right to live. It was shocking to see how impracticality takes over humanity in the name religion. After futile attempts to find their son, Parzan’s family seeks solace through religion. It’s ironic how religion becomes the cause as well as the strength. Even more appalling is the fact that the entire massacre was planned to the T. Those trusted to protect had become the destroyers.

With the images from the film still looming large in my mind, I went to the Kalaghoda festival to just feel better. There, at an exhibition I read a quote: ‘If voting could change things, it would be illegal’.
SO TRUE!