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April 23, 2014

Moar timelapse

July 26, 2013

This city has more spellbinding sunsets than Kamran Akmal has had curses directed at him. Do look out for how that large puddle/lake reflects the colours of the sky.



July 26, 2013


Sorry for those expecting a post. Its just a GIF animation of the view from our balcony in E11 Islamabad.


August 16, 2012


HE SOUNDS LIKE SHE! Voice and Gender in Aurat Raj

May 1, 2011

this is an academic paper (of sorts) so apologies if it gets boring.

The annals of Pakistani cinema have produced many a bizarre and wonderful film. Yet few can match the harmonious balance between surreal farce and aesthetic ambition found in “Aurat Raj” (Women’s Rule)

The film works on several levels – as a scathing political satire, as a film layered in intertextual references to the industry and its aesthetics and as a provocative commentary on sexual relations. From a technical standpoint though, the film’s most striking feature is its use of voice, and that is what this paper will be focusing on.

It is the aim of this paper to show that the use of voice in Aurat Raj serves to convey the film’s message through disembodying the voice from the body, and using that disconnect to rearticulate methods of gender representation on screen.

Before we begin to understand how voice is used in such a manner, we must first break down what this paper refers to as the ‘message’ of this film. To understand that, it is vital to contextualize this cinematic text.

The plot of Aurat Raj is delightfully fantastic – a young wife (played by Rani) gets tired of her philandering husband’s shenanigans, and decides to take revenge. She rounds up like-minded feminists, who break hell on their male counterparts, leading to riots. Peace is brokered through the promise of elections, which are promptly won by the women’s party. Upon assuming power, the wife acquires a bomb, which can reverse genders – making men into women and women into men. The bomb is detonated, and society is turned on its head, as men learn about the ignominies faced by women on a daily basis.
Ostensibly then, this film is about celebrating women, highlighting the injustices meted out to them, and asserting their right to equality and power. But that wouldn’t be an accurate reading.

Khurram Shafique, one of Pakistani cinema’s most noted critics and historians, writes that

“The cinema of woman has yet to be born in Pakistan. Our films, as they come, are fantasies created by me… I would consider our cinema as a manifestation of the male unconscious because all movies are fashioned by men’s choices and all female roles appearing within them are “male-identified”, or “women as perceived by men rather than women as they really are”.”

This is the first important part to keep in mind when trying to understand this film – it is not made for women, even though it is about them. The film actually uses women to make a statement to men. However, before I explain this further, another distinction has to be made.

The staple product of South Asian cinema is the masala film. As a generalized term used to describe a vast body of cinematic work, its definition can be unwieldy. However, two basic criteria for such films can be fleshed out, which are also relevant to our discussion here.

Firstly, as Nayar explains,

“… such movies do not take the form of a literacy-driven object. Instead, the conventional [masala] film possesses clear characteristics of oral performance and orally transmitted narratives, conspicuously sharing traits with, for example, Homeric epic and the Indian Mahabharata. It is a cultural product that has been historically circumscribed by the psychodynamics of orality – that is, by the thought processes and personality structures that distinguish a non-writing mindset, and, as such, it is a product that employs specific devices and motifs that are traditionally part of orally based storytelling.”

With regards to narrative in particular, we turn to Vasudevan, who writes that

“masala films represent a moral universe, the disruption of which initiates the narrative action… [and] restoring order or resolving the disruption is usually the goal of the narrative.”

Aurat Raj is firmly within the realms of the masala film, and as such, the intended message of the film has to be interpreted within these constraints.
I will posit here that the purpose of the film is to show to men how women are dealt with in a patriarchal society. It serves to explain to men what it would be like to walk in a woman’s shoes.

The basis for this claim lies firstly in the fact that this film, like others before and after it, is not showing women in any other manner than the way they are portrayed in society and on screen. It is a view of society through male eyes. Secondly, the moral rupture in the film arises from the actions of the playboy husband, and as such the film’s resolution lies in him understanding, accepting and resolving his follies.

Both points are further emphasised by the fact that almost the entire film exists as the husband’s dream – a dream that shows him the error of his ways. At the end of the film, the husband wakes up, and immediately begs his wife for forgiveness. Thus, we can safely say that the entire narrative is one viewed by a man, and serves to educate man about his responsibilities.

This point is further strengthened by the fact that after the bomb’s detonation, society itself remains the same. Men (the new woman) are teased, exploited and continuously treated as properties and objects. Therefore, the film is not seeking to extrapolate the nature of a society ruled by women, or how women would react to being handed over the power held by men.

It is also important to also realise that in contrast to western ideas about gender, the masala film equates gender equality through a system where both genders are constrained in their choices. The contours of those constraints are provided by the boundaries of the moral universe within which these films reside. Thus, it would be unwise and futile to try and find ways in which the film could service intellectual feminism as it is defined in the west, simply because that is a subject matter alien to such films. This point is showcased at the film’s climatic battle scene, where the genders are reversed to their original settings, and both men and women decide to battle together to defeat the foreign armies invading their country.

We can now turn our conversation towards the use of voice within this film. How does Aurat Raj employ the idea of voice? The main clue is provided by the fact that the notorious bomb that inflicts a gender-bender on the entire society is named the “Awaz Bomb” (Voice Bomb).

The choice of names makes it explicitly clear that voice is the primary link to gender. The switching of the voices then, is the most definable characteristic of the new gender equation in the film. Although men find themselves dressed as women and vice versa, the criteria for defining gender representation on screen is deemed to be the voice, which is also switched for both genders. Thus for most of the film, male actors dubbed the dialogue for females, and their female counterparts dubbed the male actors’ lines. In terms of power politics, this is very important. The bodies of the actors trade positions within society, but the voices retain those places – the oppressed men speak with the voices of women, and vice versa. Hence, the film’s articulation of its message is through voice, and its position in society.

To understand what this means in terms of film theory, we must look at how voice is employed within cinema.

According to Lyotard,

“… the mise-en-scene turns written signifiers into speech, song and movements executed by bodies… and this transcription is intended for other living bodies – the spectators… The idea of performance… seems linked to the idea of the inscription on the body.”

Doane expounds upon this idea further, writing that

“The value of thinking the deployment of the voice in the cinema by means of its relation to the body (that of the character, that of the spectator) lies in an understanding of the cinema, from the perspective of a topology, as a series of spaces including that of the spectator – spaces which are often hierarchized or masked, one by the other, in the service of a representational illusion.”

As we can see from here, the voice is one aspect of a topology of spaces, which are all creating a representational illusion. It therefore stands to reason that the shuffling of these spaces is not only possible, but that it would necessarily lead to a different representation of a certain illusion.

Doane acknowledges the possibility of such shifts and recognizes them in the writings of Lyotard as well:

“Lyotard speaks of the post-modernist text, which escapes the closure of representation by creating its own addressee, “a disconcerted body, invited to stretch its sensory capacities beyond measure.” Such an approach can be seen as an attempt to create a politics based on erotics.”

As explained before, Aurat Raj is not seeking to explicitly create a new politics, but rather showcasing the discrepancy within existing politics between the genders. As such, we can see that the intellectual, and more importantly, technical possibility of switching voices for genders (a task much more difficult for theatre or literature for example) is used as a device by the film to further its own plot.

Since neither the film’s narrative nor its resolution seeks to challenge the conventional moralities regarding gender, it would be a mistake to see the switching of voices as an attempt at forging new erotic politics. In fact, it is more instructive to realise that the filmmaker (Rangila) is exploiting the topological nature of the cinematic illusion by reordering the existing hierarchal spaces.


Having understood the link between voice, the body and cinema, we now turn our attention to voice, cinema and gender. Hellinger and Bussman draw upon Butler’s ideas to write that

“Butler argues that gender works as a performative, constituting the very act that it performs… For Butler, there is no prediscursive self, as even our understanding of ‘biological sex’ is discursively produced… [therefore] we must turn our focus to the speech event itself, uncovering how speakers manipulate ideologies of femininity and masculinity in the ongoing production of gender.”

An interesting example can be found in the voices of flamenco singers. Labajo writes how critics felt that

“… the “Cante Jondo” (Deep Song) reaches its full expression in bass and baritone voices; women who have practiced a good “cante” owe their success largely to their naturally thick, dark and heavy voices, which give them virility. This means that the “Cante Jondo” is only appropriate for men’s performance. Or, as often said by fans moved by this marked virility: “it’s just right for machos”

She further adds that for a protagonist of this particular genre

“… his voice, as a mere sonic support, can certainly be considered as the only proof of patrimony and customs with which the “cantaor” demonstrates/represents the signified elements of this type of musical expression.”

Scholars such as Tasker have made similar points about action heroes in cinema, and the kind of voice they are supposed to have. A famous example both write about is that of Sylvester Stallone’s decision to change his action-hero image by appearing in Tango & Cash. According her, the most important switch was the decision to make his voice more higher pitched, and less gruff for the new role, in order to emphasize its difference from the previously macho role.
This discursive idea of gender creation through voice is not alien to South Asian cinema either. The most celebrated example is that of playback singer Lata Mangeshkar. Srivastava writes of

“tendencies that come to gather about her singing style [which] attribute to it the characteristic of ‘good’ and ‘authentically’ Indian-feminine.”

He further adds that

“… she has established a specific vocal style, which… became recognised as an aesthetic marker of modern Indian female identity. And if vocal style is the single most important marker of aesthetic identity, then it can be argued that Lata’s singing voice has instituted a very specific identity for Indian womanhood… the ‘woman’ conjured by Lata Mangeshkar’s singing voice is the product of certain development that are peculiar to the processes of Indian modernity.”

What these arguments make explicitly clear is that the voice can come to determine not only gender, but also specific ideas associated with gender. Therefore, it is possible for each gender to have various ideas associated with it which are articulated through a particular voice. The example cited above was Stallone’s gruff Rambo persona, versus his fast-talking, high pitched cop in Tango & Cash. Both voices are male, and yet are capable of creating different discourses about men.

Similarly, a variety of socio-historic reasons have led to Lata Mangeshkar’s voice being identified with a certain idea of a nationalized gender.
Rangila’s use of voice in Aurat Raj suggests that he too is intimate with these ideas, and exploits them for similar purposes. Thus, the character played by Rani is given a stern man’s voice. In contrast, the rogue character of Chakori, who indulges in smuggling and sexual assaults is voiced by the same actor who played the philandering husband. This voice is more lecherous and smoother, hence conjuring up an idea of masculinity distinct from the one represented by Rani’s character.

But perhaps the most explicit, and comedic use of this device is reserved for Sultan Rahi. Rahi spent his entire career playing hyper-macho action heroes. He appears in this film as himself, and therefore also undergoes a voice change when the bomb explodes. In a parodied reference to his on-screen persona, the voice he is provided with is extremely shrill and high-pitched. Again, this decision demonstrates that both the filmmaker, and more importantly, the audience are aware of this quality of voice being identified, or gendered, as hyper-feminine. Thus, it is the ideal counterpoint for the physical frame of Sultan Rahi, as it maximizes the comic potential of the situation.

In conclusion then, we can see how Aurat Raj manipulates the relationship between voice and the cinema to not only create, but also reinforce ideas about gender. The film’s context as a masala film with a predetermined set of morals is also vital in understanding where the usage of voice can be seen as a device, and thus what particular message that device seeks to convey.

Our argument has led us to the conclusion that the film is interested in recreating society with the same patriarchal values, only with the bodies of men and women occupying different power roles. It is the voice however, that remains within the same power dynamics, hence implying that voice remains the most potent marker of gender, and the power plays between genders in society. For a film which dabbles in drag dressing, bizarre characters, outlandish plots and twists, its use of voice represents a stunning achievement in managing to bring together such disparate, and seemingly low-brow devices, into such a potent and powerful idea.

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Labajo, Joaquina. “Body and Voice: the Construction of Gender in Flamenco.” UMBC: An Honors University in Maryland. Web. 21 Mar. 2010.

Lyotard, Jean Francois, “The Unconscious as Mise-en-Scene” in Performance in Postmodern culture, ed. Michael Benamou and Charles Caramello (Madison: Coda Press, Inc. 1977) pg 96

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March 9, 2011

More than a year ago, when I first started mulling over my proposed thesis for my Film Studies degree, I was interested in creating something “Pakistani.” Around that time, I started researching on films being made by yuppies and burgers like myself, to get an idea of both what topics were being pursued as well as the scale of production that was being achieved.

During that time, I ran into two films – Freedom Sound and Slackistan. The former, despite being advertised several years ago, never seemed to make it beyond a trailer. The latter gained a lot more fame, and a lot more notoriety, hailed for being the renaissance of a new idea of Pakistani cinema, and derided for being another piece of elitist trash.

For me, as a future filmmaker, it was exceedingly difficult to have an objective opinion. When I viewed them as my peers, I felt the need to support them, as their efforts were brave cries in the oppressive barrenness of independent Pakistani cinema. When I viewed them as competitors, or an arm-chair critic, I sneered at their English-medium, insular, trying-too-hard to be hip demeanor. I was struggling however to come to terms with what was wrong about these films without allowing my own insecurities or biases to filter through.

Now if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you might have heard me go on about intertextuality. One of the concepts that I came across while reading on this idea was how texts and ideas traveled from the core to the preiphery, or to put it crudely, west to east.

…the first step in this process as one where “the foreign texts which become known in the original language are perceived as “strange” and as belonging to the elite by the domestic audience.” Lotman argues that once the periphery becomes saturated with texts from the center it begins to master the language, create its own adaptations and translations until it begins to “bombard” its own texts at other structures, including the former center.

This was the point the metaphorical penny dropped for me. The problem with Slackistan and Freedom Sound wasn’t entirely that they were in English, or catered only to the elite. It was that they were being presented in genres and visual styles which were as yet alien and foreign to the native audiences, and thus became associated with the elite.

On a personal level, this realisation was critical in conceiving both the plot and style for my own film.

But on a more general level, I felt the need to return to this idea recently. It happened after a chance discovery by @Shahidsaeed sparked a viral epidemic of the youtube kind, and after a little over 500 views in more than two weeks, Asif Khan’s epic “Boom Boom World Cup Song” hit over 3000+ views and counting literally overnight.

When I first started tweeting this enthusiastically, a few people complained that I was taking the piss out of what was an innocent and earnest effort. A trip to the song’s youtube page shows a combination of either condescending reactions, or outright abuse. When the discussion of this song entered the Elite/Almost Elite strata, there were mournful observations of how our population felt the need to make sounds in English. Although I did not come across it personally, I am sure a lot of people would have also despaired about where our proud heritage is going now that the poor/middleclass/masses believe that they need to make such songs in English.

All the reactions betray certain chutyapay (for lack of a better word) amongst us all.

For starters, a vast majority of us consume such fluffy, trivial and low-brow entertainment by the busload, be it Shakira’s songs or Kim Kardarshian’s life. Those who don’t do so, believe that unless it is to do with revolutions and poverty, ANY low-brow art is worthy of derision. Thus when there is a local version of low-brow tripe such as Mr. Asif’s entry, there is a coalescing of opinion seeking to condemn it.

What such condemnation obfuscates is the real value of this song.

Cricket is a colonial sport, and its adoption, assimilation and transformation by the colonised is well documented. Young boys on Pakistani streets don’t yell “Howzat” they yell “Awutzayyy!” They have changed “Well played” to “Well shot” “Well Ball” or simply, just “Well.” The sport’s commentary, regulations, jargon are all in English, and are (at least in pakistan’s case) not translated into local languages, but taken as is. Cricket is also one of the few cross-cutting, hierarchy defying features of Pakistani life.

Which means that Asif’s song is written in English not because it is an attempt to enter the Billboard 100, but because it seeks to speak in the language of cricket as it is understood in Pakistan.

More importantly, it is a great example of the periphery ‘bombarding’ the center with its own texts, returned after an attempt to master them. In that context, we can’t start judging this song against Faiz’s poetry or Beethoven’s Fifth, because that would be comparing high-brow apples with low-brow oranges. Instead, this song has to be viewed within the genre of the “Official Tournament Song” which are pop ditties created for every major sporting event. By and large, these songs are nothing special. The greatest cricket world cup song is perhaps Jazba Junoon, which perhaps because of its overuse, generally ranks as one of Junoon’s worst songs for me. But that is only when I judge that song against the rest of Junoon’s output.

Tournament songs are not meant to be works of art, they are meant to be a celebration of the event, a condiment to the meal, an extension to the emotions, expectations and excitement surrounding the tournament itself. It is for that reason that most Pakistanis still weep at the opening chords of Europe’s “It’s the final countdown” something which even the genius expropriation of the song by Gob does not diminish.

It is why the otherwise supremely annoying Mr. jeem has a special place in my heart when he sings his World Cup 2009 song. And it is here where BHOOM BHOOM WORLD CUP fits in. Because it is an intimate expression of world cup joy.

But, and this is my final point, where this song truly makes its mark is its very existence. This is not some corporate paid, heartless single composed by nameless autobots and sung by some global superstar who couldn’t give two fucks about the sport. This isn’t some soulless exercise aimed at brand exposure and cheap publicity. (ok maybe a little cheap publicity) This isn’t some super-slick, super-fine production churned out by the machine.

This is an awkward guy, surrounded by endearingly earnest men, performing this whole scene in a rather dilapidated wedding hall with little to no hope of any financial gains, of any fifteen-minute fame, of any recognition or awards.

This, my friends, is art.

It might not be art for its lyrics, its production, its idea or execution. Its art for its heart. (see what i did there)

In a country where the only people capable of affording to create culture are forever aching for foreign acclaim and validation, in a culture where artistic endeavors are routinely dismissed and disparaged for not providing social security, in a country where batshit crazy archaic ideas are blowing up in maidans and marketplaces, BHOOM BHOOM WORLD CUP is not just extraordinary, its miraculous.