His query isnt unwarranted; before her induction into the world of Morse codes and revolvers, Sehmat led a seemingly undisturbed life far removed from it, studying at Delhi University. Her father Hidayat Khans (Rajit Kapur) ill-fated, terminal lung tumour diagnosis, sets in motion a chain of events that forces a meek yet resourceful Kashmiri girl to mould herself into a masterful Indian spy.
As his dying wish, Sehmats double agent father wants his daughter to carry forward his legacy of subterfuge in Pakistan. Hidayat Khan would pass information about the plans of the Indian military to Pakistani brigadier Parvez Syed (Shishir Sharma) periodically, in the hope of being in the know if Pakistan decides to attack India. But since its 1971 and the two countries are on the brink of war, Sehmats role in the proceedings requires a whole lot of sacrifice, determination, and an appetite for brutality. For, Khan decided to marry Sehmat off to Syeds younger son Iqbal (Vicky Kaushal) so that she could infiltrate an enemy house as the eyes and ears of her nation.
Answering Mirs question, Sehmat echoes her love for her mulk (a word repeated generously in the film) and tells him that theres no way other than prioritising it over her future. Main mulk hoon. Main hindustan hoon, she says; an indication of how intertwined her identity is with that of her country. In any other film, this would have been the pinnacle of a selfless nationalistic moment that would have elicited raucous seetis and taalis.
But Raazi isnt that film, for this moment is nothing but a ruse. Her real answer comes a little later, when she lets slip that for her, patriotism is an inheritance, almost like a family business that shes duty-bound to carry out.
Meghna Gulzars Raazi manages to nuance the idea of patriotism, and lace it with a conscience.
For a film that has clouds of nationalism overpowering every frame, the implication that patriotism is a choice one that the protagonists are not even offered is a brave one to make. Yet it seamlessly fits in. For Meghna Gulzar has ensured Raazi isnt a patriotic film. Instead, its a film about the aftermath of patriotism. At its heart, its a doomed ephemeral love story between a Kashmiri spy and a Pakistani army official. Its also a seething account of the countless women who are left behind as the indirect casualties of enmity. But, most importantly, the film is a story of heartfelt loss; of a family, of a wife, and, of a spys faith in her mulk.
In effect, Raazi holds up a defiant mirror to the very foundation of patriotism, goading introspection on how weve unquestioningly agreed to the pound of flesh it demands, without any bargain. The film brings this out by how empathetically it paints its leads; neither is any Indian a chest-beating, handpump-uprooting hero, nor any Pakistani a beard-stroking outright villain. Instead of being glorified, the strains of nationalism are shared. There is no better evidence of this than in Ae Watan which manages to democratise patriotism, becoming a song that can apply to people on both sides of the borders (It helps that the song is beautifully picturised in the film, where both Sehmat and her students are shown singing it together as an ode to their respective countries). The songs inclusiveness is further elevated by the fact that it comprises a line from a prayer written by Muhammed Iqbal, considered the Spiritual Father of Pakistan.
Raazi then examines the duality of patriotism, with a razor-sharp focus on the human cost of the courage required for it. It delves deep into the ugliness of patriotism, and its ability to make monsters of us all.
Take Sehmat and Iqbal for instance. In any other circumstance (or film), theyd be soulmates. Despite being pushed into togetherness, they develop the sort of connection that most people take years to find. Iqbal is thoughtful and chooses to earn his place in Sehmats heart instead of forcing it, while Sehmat takes to showing her concern and by extension affection in small ways. The first time they kiss, it happens on her own terms and their brief union is laced with a rare kind of sensitive sensuality. (It helps that theres a woman behind the lens; also evident in how she shoots the training montage without reducing her lead to a sexy, femme-fatale version). Its precisely why their confrontation toward the end is laced with such melancholy. Theres no one who can understand their nationalistic actions better than the other and yet its their respective patriotic duty that sounds the death knell on their union.
In a different circumstance or a film, Sehmat and Iqbal would have been soulmates.
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Raazi is an anomaly in an era of films like Rustom and Dangal, where nationalism can be retrofitted into any narrative. Over the years, Bollywood has adopted a reductive grammar of filmmaking when it came to portraying matters of loving ones country. In most cases, sides are taken, enemies are identified, and a triumphant gaze necessitates pitting one shade of patriotism over the other. In the rule book of Bollywood patriotism, there can be no greater win than hyper-nationalism. With Raazi, Meghna Gulzar shatters this very trend, doing what most patriotic films dont even think about: humanising the genre.
In an era where intolerant, chest-beating jingoism is the new moniker for patriotism, and where crimes can be committed with impunity in the name of loving ones country, Raazi manages to nuance the idea of patriotism, and lace it with a conscience. Every time Sehmat manages to decode a confidential document, relay crucial information, or carry out a merciless operation on her foster family, theres no absolute feeling of elation. Instead, the film seems to ask: Is her betrayal worth it?
The film just doesnt depend on the audiences acute awareness that patriotism is a double-edged sword. Instead, it emphasises it through Sehmat, who is shown unashamedly struggling with the weight of the consequences. It culminates in frequent, predictable breakdowns the kinds Bhatt has famously trademarked and yet they stand out (especially when she breaks down for the first time under the shower) for what they denote: the unending guilt of it all.
By the end of the film, Sehmat loses almost everything and yet theres no one to blame, but the person she was forced to become so that her country isnt broken.
Raazi ensures that its an irony that is hard to forget.