
Big Bad Idea’s Outsiders Film Festival gets big, good audience
Had it been a regular theatre, they would have put up a sign saying House Full. But Veda Black Box in Aram Nagar II, Versova, is not a cinema, and is designed for more intimate gatherings, like plays and workshops, so no such sign greeted me when I arrived at the venue of the Outsiders’ one-day film festival, some 2 hours after it had started. That happened because I had another appointment in the morning/forenoon, and Aram Nagar is about 90 minutes away from my house, by public transport. There was a sizeable crowd sitting outside and enjoying beverages and snacks. I presumed that event had got delayed, as such events often are. Just then I met someone who told me that screening was on inside. So, why was there such a big crowd sitting in the canteen? I would soon find out.
Inside, they were showing a film made by a Tamil origin woman, Marie Sushila, and starring distinctly dark-skinned Tamilians. It was all about how modern dance helped the women on screen unwind and discover themselves. I was lucky enough to find a seat in the first row, because, hear, hear…the small auditorium was House Full. The film was in French, which I understand, though also had English sub-titles. After the screening, Marie interacted with the audience in French and I put her a question in mon Francais. She revealed that she and the other Tamil girls on screen had never visited India, where their parents came from, and all spoke fluent French, besides some English. The director spoke good English.

A break followed, during which I discovered that crowd outside was there because either they were hungry and thirsty, or because there was no room inside (a few viewers found standing room only) or because the air-conditioning was playing truant, on one of the hottest days this year. The open-air sitting area was equally hot, but under the fans, one could find some respite. I met Tarun Agarwal, the Director of the festival, who welcomed me, and the ZIP Code 47 duo, Param Kalra and Chandni Somaya, whose film was to be screened later. A skeletal staff manned the canteen and took ages to make tea and coffee, or to serve you what you wanted. There was not much to choose from: sandwiches and Maggi noodles were the mainstay. Free electrolyte drinks were on offer, which was just what the doctor ordered, to combat the loss of body fluids. But the much-needed cup of tea was still brewing, when we went in to watch the next film.
This one was about history and put forth the view that a big, bad Arya, of yore, had created a divisive society and high income disparity in India. Overtly political, it was made using a lot of Artificial Intelligence. After the film, one member of the audience expressed his anger at the choice of the film, showing clearly where his sympathies lay. He demanded to know the names of the makers, since they were not credited on screen, and was furious at the selection of such a ‘propaganda’ film. Since most attendees believed in the freedom of expression, the irate man had to calm down and let the proceedings continue. There was a break again, and this time around, I fought tooth and nail to buy myself a snack and tea, only to discover later, when Tarun told me, that it was on the house. In this period, I made the acquaintance of Dr. Manjula Jagatramka, a Ph. D. in clothing and textiles, and her paying guest, Homeopathic doctor Megha Kamala Joshi, both extremely friendly and cordial persons. Voice artiste, actor and conductor of workshops, Vishnu Sharma, who had lent his voice to many a programme produced by my Guru and mentor, Ameen Sayani, joined us, and we shared anecdotes