The Kashmir Files Review - Truth is So True, that it feels like a Lie

SIBY JEYYA
Many directors have attempted to convey the narrative of the Kashmiri Pandits' migration, but none have come close to vivek Agnihottri's accuracy and closeness. Unlike Vidhu Vinod Chopraa's Shikaraa, Agnihottri has no reservations in showing the terrible but honest gut-wrenching storey. The film begins with children playing in the bitter cold of january 1990. While the radio continues to broadcast Sachin Tendulkar's batting commentary, a bunch of Kashmiri Muslim youths assault a Hindu young kid named shiva (Prithviraaj Sarnaaik), telling him to yell "Pakistan Zindabad."

Later, we observe two terrorists breaking into Anupam Kher's house. When Sharda Pandit (Bhasha Sumbli) hears them knocking on the door, she tells her husband to hide in a rice barrel. Their neighbours, on the other hand, had previously told authorities where he was sheltering. These attackers entered the store and commenced fire on the drum, despite her hundreds of effort to prevent them. My tears streamed down my cheeks throughout the next scene. She is forced to consume rice soaked in her husband's blood to save her father-in-law, Pushker Naath Pandit (Anupaam Kher), and her boys from them.

So who greater to keep an eye on and pass judgement on the storey than the victim? I chose to take my mum to see the movie to see whether she liked it. What's more, guess what? "Bilkul aisa hi hua tha," my mom kept saying from the first few moments till the very end of the movie. Bilkul sach batayaa hai bilkul sach batayaa hai bilkkul sach bataa  (The same thing happened; they revealed the truth.) "Stand back and watch," my mom said after 15 minutes, "as this is unlike anything you've ever seen."

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