I am always afraid when I
go to watch a film that features Goa or Goans, because of the host of problems
that plague their representation. These problems were more than painfully
obvious in the recent films Finding Fanny
(2014) and The Coffin Maker (2011). As in these films Goa is invariably depicted
as a land of natural beauty, a veritable paradise. This representation hides not
only the challenges being posed to its environment, but also the profound
cultural conflicts that are ripping resident communities apart. For their part,
Goans are depicted as fun and pleasure-loving folk, non-achievers given to
drink, of easy virtue, and marked by childlike simplicity. Such a
representation effaces the fact that far from being easy, Goan communities,
Catholic and others, are in fact marked by strong moral codes that regulate
sexual behaviour.

It was thus with relief
that I concluded my viewing of Nachom-ia Kumpasar
(Let’s Dance to the Rhythm), the
latest Konkani language film directed by Bardroy Barretto. A musical, the film
is bereft of the problematic and insulting clichés that guide so many Indian
language films about Goa and Goans, and is a must see since it is a fabulous
contribution to Goan, and Konkani language, culture.
There are two tensions
that guide the narrative of the film. The first is the love affair between the
crooner Donna and the musician and composer Lawry Vaz. This love affair
provides the meat for the entire film, regaling the audience through the 164
odd minutes of the film. The other tension, however, and in my opinion the more
interesting, is that of the complicated relationship between the Goan, and in
particular the Goan Catholic, and the Indian state. Indeed, I would argue that
the love story is merely a foil for the more assertive political complaint.
The film begins with a
grouse; that Goan musicians who contributed substantially to the unforgettable
melodies of the Hindi film industry were, and still have, not been given their
due. Despite Goans contributing to writing, composing, and arranging the music,
the credits invariably went to the established names within the film industry.
But this is not all; at the conclusion, the film informs us that the brilliant
music that poured out of the Goans in Bombay since the 1930s was forced to suffer
a sudden and abrupt death thanks to the Prohibition that was imposed in Bombay
by the chief minister Morarji Desai in 1950. Prohibition ensured that the night
clubs in the city had to shut down, forcing the destruction of the cultural
life of the city that these Goan musicians had contributed vibrantly to. This
cultural life has been lavishly documented by Naresh Fernandes in Taj mahal Foxtrot: The story of Bombay’s Jazz Age (2011). With no
avenues for live performances, these musicians took up employment in the film
industry. Once again, despite their role in producing the cult hits that went
on to define the soundscape of Hindi film music, these musicians remained
unacknowledged. The final words are particularly poignant: “After a final
flourish in the 70s, the curtains slowly came down.There was no finale. No
calls for an encore. And no applause.”
In presenting this
complaint to the larger public, the film makes a more profound contribution
than it may have realised. It is articulating a long held, but rarely voiced,
opinion that the contributions of Goan Catholics to India are often ignored,
and their cultural life not considered valid, or even legitimate. What the film
does is to make obvious that the ignoring was not unconscious but in fact a
systemic activity. To this extent it draws attention to the injustices that
have governed the operation of the Indian state, where some communities are
marginalised and erased, even as their works and efforts are appropriated by
the North Indian upper-caste groups who seem to have emerged as the ultimate
beneficiaries from the creation of post-colonial India.
A common response to
political complaints that are articulated by marginalised groups, and
especially in the case of Goans who voice protest about the way in which they
are represented, is to dismiss the complaints. What Nachom-ia Kumpasar also does, though
perhaps unconsciously, is to mount a rejoinder to the filmic representations of
Goans. If the film Bobby (1973) set
up a standard for how Goan, and Catholic, women in India were understood, then Nachom-ia offers an alternative way in
which to deal with extra-marital sexual relations. As indicated earlier, the
film revolves around the love story of Donna and Lawry. However, unbeknownst, to
most characters in the film, until it is far too late, Lawry is in fact a
married man. This crushes Donna, even more so when she realises that Lawry has
not only been hiding the fact of his marriage, but persists in the affair while
also hiding the fact that his wife is pregnant. It is only when Lawry is
congratulated by members of the band that he and Donna belong too that Donna
realises that she has once again been duped by the man she loves. The tears
that Donna sheds, the portrayal of the conflicts that Lawry encounters, and the
statements of a variety of characters in the film, clearly indicate that love
leading to marriage is the ideal within the community that Donna and Lawry
inhabit. Rather than offer up a caricature of a community, the film engages
with the conflicts that often crop up in communities, whether Goan or
otherwise.

The other element of the
caricature of Goans and Indian Christians that the film engages with is the
relationship of Goans to alcohol. Just as in the lives of most Goan Catholics,
alcohol is present throughout the film, be it when persons are drinking at
home, at feasts, or in the public space of the tavern. The naturalness of
alcohol in social life, as well as the virtues of drink in moderation, are in
fact actively highlighted by the presence of the lone alcoholic in the film.
The fact that he is the sole alcoholic makes the eloquent point that while
drink is ubiquitous in the Goan lifestyle, not everyone is an alcoholic. The
advice that this alcoholic gives Donna when she begins her own disastrous
descent into alcoholism makes the relationship between the Goans and alcohol
very clear. In the words of the character played by the tiatrist Prince Jacob, one drinks for one of two reasons, either
out of happiness, or due to sadness and the desire to forget. Forgetting, he
advises, is not possible through alcohol. This moment, that draws its gravitas
from the Latin maxim in vino veritas,
ensures that alcohol and alcoholism in the film are not merely tropes employed
to titillate, but are evidence of community wisdom and advice. It is also worth
noting that the alcoholic is humanised. He is not a drunk just for the sake of
being drunk. That he is able to offer Donna such sage advice means that he has
turned to alcohol for particular reasons. This is in sharp contrast to Bollywood
representations of Goan alcoholics where one only understands them as being
buffoons who drink for no apparent reason.

The manner in which this
advice was communicated to Donna via the otherwise comic figure made one more
feature of the film strikingly obvious: the power and strength of the tiatr. Those familiar with this Konkani
language drama tradition will recognise the extent to which the film is provided
substance by the formulae of tiatr.
The tiatrist and comedian John
D’Silva plays the role of Logic, Lawry’s aptly-named manager and sidekick,
through the whole film, while Prince Jacob, a well-known practitioner in the
genre, does a brilliant job of playing the alcoholic. While both tiatrist play
supporting roles, it is in fact their performances that guide the film and gives
it depth and solidity. D’Silva demonstrates his versatility and the capacity of
tiatr by operating as more than just the
comedian. He also effects a smooth transition to the manipulative manager who
gets Donna to sign an unfair contract that will prevent her from singing with
anyone besides Lawry. Speaking with those involved in the production of the
film I was given to understand that D’Silva was also responsible for shaping
the screen play to ensure that it spoke to diverse Goan audiences and did not
remain entirely an “intellectual” exercise.
This engagement with the film and indeed the success of the film points
to the vitality of tiatr.
It is through these tiatrist and the multiple Konkani
speaking actors in the film that one is also witness to the breadth of Goan
Catholic Konkani language forms. The Konkani is peppered with words that have
Portuguese origin, but have over time been hammered into shape to become
uniquely Konkani. Sadly, in recent times this diversity has come under threat
through the acts of the state of Goa. Since the recognition of only
Nagri-scripted Konkani as the official language of the State of Goa, in 1987,
the state has supported only the Nagri script and Sanskritic version of the
Sarasawat Brahmins in the territory, and suppressed all other forms of the
language. Introducing the audiences to the diversity within the Konkani
language spoken among Goans is a highly laudable feature of this film. A particular target of ire was the language form
that gave birth to the tiatr and cantaram, which used words of Portuguese
origin, and was written in the Roman script. More recently, voices have been growing in protest
against this suppression. In referencing these language forms the film has become
one more tool for those struggling to gain recognition for Konkani in the Roman
script.
If there is one short coming
of the film it is the fact that the lead actors are not Konkani speakers. Their
discomfort with the language is obvious and jars against the fluidity with
which the other actors speak the language in all its nuances and inflections. A
case in point is the stellar performance of Meenacshi Martins, who plays
Donna’s mother. In addition, one suspects that it was this unfamiliarity with
the language that ensured that the emotional range of these actors and their
engagements with each other was not elaborated but restricted to monosyllables
and facial gestures. This shortcoming could have been overcome by casting experienced
tiatrist in these lead roles.
The location of this
film’s storyline in both Goa and Bombay is another issue linked with the
recognition of tiatr and other
cultural forms of the Catholic labouring castes and classes from Goa. For a
long time tiatr artists in Goa were not
recognised by the government of Goa given that most of these artistes were
based almost entirely in Bombay. As Nachom-ia
so clearly shows, Bombay was the space where the labouring Goan Catholics
seemed to have been able to assert themselves outside of the suffocating shadow
of the landlord, and the social positions that caste and the comunidade system
meted out to labouring groups. Celebrated by dominant-caste Goans as the
embodiment of village democracy, the comunidade system ensured the communal
management of village lands by an oligopoly of dominant caste families to the exclusion
of everyone else. While claiming descent from the founders of the village, these
oligarchs saw other villagers as merely living in the village, rather than
constituting the village. The position
of marginalised castes was ritually inscribed and marked at every event of
village life. It was to also escape this ritual and quotidian humiliation that
so many Goans migrated to Bombay and further afield.

What is interesting is
that it was exactly at the time that the labouring Goan Catholic in Bombay was
churning out music, film, literature, and a range of novel cultural forms that
pro-Indian Goan nationalists like Tristão de Bragança Cunha (1891 – 1958) and
Luis de Menezes Bragança (1878- 1938) were haranguing Goans for their inability
to engage in vibrant cultural production. The former of these two nationalists
has today been integrated into the pantheon of Indian heroes as ‘The Father of
Goan Nationalism’. In fact Bragança Cunha’s analysis of the problem in his famous
tract The Denationalisation of Goans
(1944) has become the bedrock of the delegitimisation
of the cultural practices of Goan Catholics. Bragança Cunha argued that Goans, and especially
the Goan Catholic had become denationalised as a result of adopting a culture
that was imitative of the West. In the face of the kind of cultural production
that marked the life of the labouring Goan Catholic in the city of Bombay these
assertions are bizarre! If taken seriously they can only mean one of two
things. First, as was the case with the rest of their upper-caste and landed
elite brethren, these two nationalists ignored and disparaged the cultural innovations
of the labouring Goan. The other possibility is that the intended audience, and
the subject, of their nationalist rhetoric were the Goan Catholic elite alone.
In either case what is revealed are the limitations of the current deities of
the pro-Indian Goan nationalist pantheon, and their irrelevance in the face of
the vibrant cultural life of the labouring or bahujan Catholic.
The tragedy is that this
space was destroyed even as the labouring Catholic began to gain in confidence and
recognition First, as the film argues, by the Prohibition that marked the
beginning of the end of Bombay’s cosmopolitanism, and secondly through the
manipulations in Goa that ensured that the language and culture of these
labouring Catholic was excised from the realm of state recognition precisely
through reliance on the skewed analysis of the type offered by Bragança Cunha.
What Bragança Cunha and his ilk had done was to adopt a racist understanding of
what culture and Indian-ness meant and scripted anything seemingly connected
with Europe outside of this definition. This scripting did not bother them
unduely because these nationalists were able to assert their Indian-ness by
falling back on their upper-caste identity. That it was a nationalist
Gandhian ideology at work in the Bombay of the 50s and Gandhians in Goa who
masterminded the displacement of Konkani in the Roman script from official
recognition should give us ample proof of the upper caste Hindu hegemony that
Gandhian ideology underscores. In addition it should warn us that the
contemporary problems that minority groups in India face have roots that lie
deeper than the current obsession with finger pointing at the BJP alone.
The final accolade that
the film deserves is for casting the spotlight on Lorna, that icon of Goan
culture. It is widely suggested that the love story of Donna and Lawry is based
on her relationship with Chris Perry. The final segments of the film, which suggest
scenes from Lorna’s rapturous return to the Goan stage, indicate just what a phenomena
she was and continues to be. Lorna is an icon of Goan culture not merely for
the songs she gave, and continues to give, life to, but for the kind of
sexuality that she embodies. Her voice does not contain the sickly saccharine and
shrill sweetness that marks so much of Hindi film music and embodies virginal,
self-effacing purity. Her voice is an earthy one that can roar if there be need
for it. The woman that her voice gives life to is conscious of her sexuality and
vocal about her desires. It is this kind of mature sexuality that Palomi Ghosh,
the lead actress who plays Donna, fails to capture. Rather than the strong
woman of Lorna’s life story, for the most part one sees the depiction of a
slightly nervous, giggly girl. This is such a shame. One wishes that the lady
is memorialised through the naming of a public institution or space after her.
Failing that, this film will be one that will memorialise those artists who
despite their substantial productions and innovations seem doomed to be kept
out of the Indian and statal imagination.
Nachom-ia Kumpasar is a great film devoid of the
humiliating clichés that are the stock of Indian filmic depictions of Goan
Catholics. The film achieves this feat not because it emerges from within the
community, but because it engages politically with the history and the ethos of
the community and unapologetically airs a long-held grievance.