It is part a fantasy, part a play in the theatre, part a docu-drama and part real people and real locations, their interviews/tales fused with digital techniques of animation and sync sound.ДЇour hours of film has been condensed to two hours of reality check on the current lives of ShahjahanabadвЂ™s people on street, and hope of a good future amid all chaos. The treatment to the film opens into a new genre of storytelling on big screen. But, on falling, all he always visualises is, green fields and his small kids waiting and crying for him, or a handsome young Shah Rukh Khan lookalike dream of a mickey mouse and showers of toffees from the sky. The local and migrated strugglers, children, young girls and women amid their daily tussles to survive, fall prey to far-fetched dreams of a good life, even if it is right on the road, such as a daily loader (Gopalan) while profusely sweating and too exhausted to lift the cart anymore, falls on load of sacks in the heady heat. The answers to these questions largely constitute the content of the film, amalgamated with complexities the locals on road live with. These three were the questions they were asked by the research team of the film producer and financier Ms Anamika Haksar, an ex-National School of Drama (NSD) teacher and famous playwright. one crore and what they dream as they sleep. So, the story, if you may please, is the вЂњsubaltern historyвЂќ of the purani DIlli the reveries of the street strugglers, what if they found Rs. He tries to unite the unorganised labourers, vendors and is sent to jail. Gopalan who plays Lalbihari, a Leftist Keralite loader, in Delhi for decades as he canвЂ™t go back home empty handed. It is replicated through the actors from the theatre and films than vice-versa, for instance, Raghubir Yadav and Ravindera Sahu as daily street vendors, largely happy-go-lucky hopefuls who keeps on changing their professions for lack of a permanent employment, Lokesh Jain as Akash Jain, an amazingly believable guide to heritage walks for the tourists who takes them to the romantic and dreamy world of ancient glorious Shahjahanabaad through the current streets, locales and food,and is a believer of Ganga-Jamni tehzeeb, K. However, to a sensitive, saner mind it is a penetrating truth of an Old Delhi where the story is true, characters are true, locations are true even some of the actors having lived or seen that life with close quarters is true. In the shortage of which the film, lacks that approach to it, where we look for a вЂstoryвЂ™-, a beginning, a middle and an end. It is also tinged with typical Delhi-6 humour that comes as a breather at places.ДЄnd obviously for showing the truth, the producer must have a budget. It exposes the escapist guides who feed the viewers/tourists dreamy stories, with a walk in the poetic world fused with Ghalib ki Haveli, delicious food and desert and imagine themselves flying on the magic carpet with a skilled narrator who lives these stories through excellently-penned book. It is a film that questions the conscience of the filmmakers who chose to ignore this side of purani Dilli. It exposes вЂseva kutirвЂ™ a free, government bus service to the poor, which would leave them in the jungles of Bawana (industrial area in the Delhi outskirts) to thin down the вЂwaste crowdвЂ™ of new Shahjahanbaad, and much more. ItвЂ™s a slap on the face of the successive governments which let it die in struggle post-Independence till date. It is an effort to sanitise you of the dream-stricken heritage walks to the glory Chandni Chowk or Shahjahanabaad of the old emperorsвЂ™ it was. ItвЂ™s also a story of some concerned social workers who tried changing the lives of the now growing children. Love-lorn long unemployed activists and youth who are struggling to find the women and family they loved and wanted to live happy with, now in their middle ages, the dead on the roadside, et al. But the film forces it down your throat, like a bitter medicine you never wanted to gulp but you must, for it will sensitise you about the struggles of the lots that crowds it вЂ“ the loaders, rickshw pullers, street vendors, street baffoons, band baja walahs, local artistes, pickpockets, rag picker women and kids who pick food from the rags, warm and eat one roti for five days to keep alive, a mentally-challenged teenage playing with rats of the garbage challenging their worth and power upon him, drug addicts, fooling roadside talismen, meekly or unemployed migrants, daily wagers, long praying, ill-fated but hoping hands to the shrine of sufi saint Sarmad, NGO workers, the abusive lalas, dirty, stinking, lanes and by lanes, gutters, garbage dumps making inroads into peopleвЂ™s broken kachcha houses.

Ghode ko jalebi khilane le ja riya hoon, is all about purani Dilli, the old Delhi we always saw, but never wanted to know.

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