We talk about purdah. This is purdah for the human mind. The Censor Board of Film Certification (CBFC) has declined to certify my film, Lipstick Under My Burkha, saying it depicts women’s fantasies and contains scenes and abusive words that are not in conformity with its guidelines. This, after all the accolades showered on the movie at various national and international film festivals! It has just bagged an award at Glasgow after similar honours at Tokyo. Even in a supposedly conservative society in Cairo, home to one of the oldest and most prestigious film festivals, it received a standing ovation. But Indian minds need a big black curtain.
You don’t need to psycho-analyse the censor board to know its mindset has always been that of a regressive, insecure male. It sees no harm if the sexual fantasies of men are depicted on screen. Movies such as Kya Kool Hain Hum and Mastizaade, replete with locker room humour and peeps up a girl’s skirt, are allowed without any fuss. But all hell breaks loose if female fantasies are tackled on celluloid. Whenever anyone tries to touch upon the themes of suppression and suffocation faced by women from the lower and middle classes, it becomes absolutely intolerable. The highest taboo.