SCENE 37 / LAKSHMI PRINTING PRESS / DADAR / BOMBAY / 1908

From PhalkeFactory

SCENE 37 / LAKSHMI PRINTING PRESS / DADAR / BOMBAY / 1908

Phalke is composing type.

A montage begins of the history of the Indian printing press, from Bengal partition to trial

of Tilak in 1908.

Cartoons, print, and headlines some times turn like internet pages, accompanied by

gramophone recordings...speeches, music...a collage of animated nation building images

Cut to a close up of a gold medal. Phalke is being felicitated on a stage.

A prominent personage explains the genesis of the award.

                                PROMINENT PERSONAGE
 For a remarkable flair in blending literary and illustrative journalism, we have to turn to
       brilliant young Phalke. His career coincides with the Bengal and Maharashtra
      renaissance, and the rise of the Congress. Today, the sanest Indians are for the
   nationhood of India, undivided by caste, religion and racial differences. Phalke seeks
     through the medium of the press to rouse India to a sense of its fallen condition.

The audience begins to clap.

Phalke begins to speak.

                                           PHALKE
     The two new words that have recently entered our political lexicon, liberals and
 extremists, will change in meaning with time. Today’s extremist will become the liberal
 of tomorrow. Those who are followed and spied upon by the government’s intelligence
agents take comfort from the thought that the omniscient father who sees all is the secret
  agent of the people. That divine agency will force the British government to deal justly
                                            with us.

We see Phalke aging, his eyesight going dim.

With that, printing technology is also changed.

We see newspapers are rolling out from a rotating machine with headlines from the trial

of Tilak, Kudhiram Bose being hanged, Tilak standing at his trial – all in a 3-color

illustrated magazine called Swarnmala, a Marathi monthly, published by Phalke

SCENE 38 / IN/EX / COURT ROOM / BOMBAY / NIGHT 1908

Inside and out, the court is crowded with people.

Phalke, wearing thick glasses, makes his way through the crowd.

We see the trial from his point of view.

He keeps taking the notes of the proceedings in short hand.

We intercut the scene with newspapers being printed at the press.

                                            TILAK
Have I to raise an army or dig trenches to repel the enemy's attack? The Government has
  turned the whole country into a vast prison. What it will do is only to remove me from
                               this large prison to a small one.
                                        PROSECUTOR
And what would you say to these two post cards. Why would you need to read books on
                   bomb making? Are you not encouraging the bomb cult?
                                            TILAK

I wanted to read those books for criticizing what was known as "the Bomb Cult",

  hoping that the people would be allowed a more effective voice in the management of
their own affairs and to point out the futility of repressive measures in preventing the use
                                             of bombs.
       It is not sedition to find fault with the Government or to advocate the reform of
    administration. It is one's inherent right to fight for the liberty of one’s people for a
change in the Government. Bureaucracy is not Government. To criticize the bureaucracy
     is not bringing into contempt or hatred the Government established by law in this
   country. It is legally recognized that to contend for the right of self-government is not
                                              seditious.
     I refute the prosecution's suggestion that I supported the cult of the bomb. On the
  contrary, I had frequently stressed that bomb-throwing was not the method of winning
     Swaraj and that it was not sanctioned by morality. By writing the two editorials in
                 'Kesari' I discharged a duty I owed as a journalist to the public.
    My real object in writing these editorials was to expose the calumnies of the Anglo-

Indian Press and to refute the rabid suggestions they made for intensifying repression and

 even shooting natives out of hand. My intention was certainly not to excite disaffection,
    for I was only replying to the vicious statements in the Anglo-Indian papers against
which the Government took no action whatsoever. As a matter of fact, we are entitled to
greater latitude than the Anglo-Indian papers; as the Penal Code says that what is done in
         self-defense is not an offence. Now, Gentlemen of the Jury, if you were the
          representatives of your community what would you have done under these
                   circumstances? Evidently, you would have done what I did.
  This kind of translation will make anything seditious. I can certainly ask at your hands
the same privilege in this country as is enjoyed by the English Press. English people now
 enjoy the liberty of the Press which they demanded and got it in the eighteenth century.
    This is a similar case. I appeal to you, not for myself, but in the interest of the cause
               which I have the honor to represent. It is the cause that is sacred.
               THE ADVOCATE GENERAL, MR. BRANSON (Sarcastically)
  I express sympathy for the Jury for the torture suffered by it in having to listen for five
   days to Tilak. I relied heavily on Justice Davar’s Judgment of 1897 in the first trial of
 Tilak for sedition. This judgment interpreted disaffection as absence of affection; which

included hatred, enmity, dislike, hostility, contempt and every form of ill-will towards the

  Government. Look here. Here is a man who warns the Government, ‘If you don't give
Swaraj or if you don't make a beginning to give it, we won't stop the bombs'. This clearly
                    amounts to exciting disaffection towards the Government.

A queer silence prevails in the courtroom. The atmosphere is gloomy and appears to be

tense because of the cloudy monsoon season. Tense anxiety is writ large on everybody's

face. The conviction is in any case a foregone conclusion. But Tilak himself is calm and

undisturbed

He speaks to his friend Khaparde, who is sitting next to him.

                                               TILAK
 Dadasaheb, today the complexion of the game appears to be different. Most probably, it
                  is to be transportation for life. This might be our last meeting

On hearing these words, Phalke sees Khaparde burst into tears.

SCENE 39 / IN/EX / COURT ROOM / BOMBAY / NIGHT 1908

The face of the clock dissolves to night.

The Jury returns at 9.20 p.m.

The Judge enters and seats himself. He is handed a note from the foreman of the jury. He

opens it, scans what it says, and then reads it out aloud.

                                              JUDGE
     The defendant, Bal Gangadhar Tilak, has been found guilty of all three charges of

sedition under Section 124-A in respect of the article of 12th May 1908, Section 124-A of

   sedition in respect of the editorial of 9th June 1908, and Section 153-A of raising ill-
            feelings amongst classes in respect of the editorial of 9th June 1908.)

I accept the verdict of the majority of the Jury and hence now I have no option but to pass

                                    sentence on the Accused.

These words of the Judge strike the courtroom like a thunderbolt.

He addresses Tilak.

                                              JUDGE
                Do you wish to say anything more before I pass the sentence?
                      Tilak, in a solemn and loud voice, roars like a lion.
                                              TILAK

In spite of the verdict of the Jury, I maintain that I am innocent. There are Higher Powers

   that rule the destiny of things, and it may be the will of the Providence that the cause
     which I represent may prosper more by my suffering than by my remaining free.
                                              JUDGE
  It is my painful duty now to pass the sentence upon you. You are a man of undoubted
 talents and great power and influence. Ten years ago you were convicted, and the court
  dealt most leniently with you then. Your hatred of the ruling class has not disappeared
during these ten years. You wrote about bombs as if they were legitimate instruments in
    political agitations. It can only be a diseased and perverted mind that can think that
bombs are legitimate instruments in political agitations. Such journalism is a curse to the
    country. You are liable to be transported for life under the first two charges. Having
regard to your age and other circumstances, I think it is most desirable, in the interest of
  peace and order, and in the interest of the country which you profess to love, that you
  should be out of it for some time. I pass a sentence of three years transportation under

each of the first two charges, both the sentences to run consecutively. On the third charge

                                      I fine you Rs.1, 000."

Thousands of people have gathered that night in pouring rain outside the High Court to

know the result. On hearing the verdict, they disperse with great sorrow, shouting aloud.

                                            CROWDS
                                         Long live Tilak!

Phalke watches Tilak being led out of the courtroom.

Under a heavy police escort Tilak is taken out of the High Court building by a side

entrance and put in a police van which disappears quickly into the dark.

As Phalke turns away, two police man catch him by his arms and whisk him away.

SCENE 40 / IN / A DARK ROOM INSIDE THE POLICE STATION

Under a hanging light, on the table, there is a match box with the image of the Hindu

goddess, Ashtabuja. She is depicted riding a lion and furiously attacking two butchers

who have apparently just decapitated a cow.

Phalke is being interrogated by two interrogators, one English and one Indian, maybe for

the purposes of translation

                                  ENGLISH INTERROGATOR
     According to Indian law, this picture contains visible representation likely to incite
   people to acts of violence and to bring into hatred and contempt certain classes of his
                               majesty's subjects in British India...
                                            PHALKE
 The image was no more than a mimetic visualization of an episode in the Mahabharata.
  Ashtabuja Devi, otherwise known as Mahishasuramardini, rode on a lion to battle with
                 the demon Mahishasur, whom Vishnu had requested she slay.

In this scene, Mahishasur with the assistance of his general Bidalaksha pushes forward to

   fight a duel with great goddess. The lion gives a blow to Bidalaksha with his paw and
lays him flat on the ground. The goddess pierces Mahishasur with her trident. As soon as
  the demon is shot in his chest with the trident he assumes the form of a demon buffalo.
            The goddess mounts onto his back and separates his head from his body.
         The picture shows the lion springing on Bidalaksha and the goddess is shown
 simultaneously severing Mahishasur’s head, piercing the demon buffalo with her trident
                             and treading on the decapitated buffalo.
                                 ENGLISH INTERROGATOR
  Do you want us to believe that an innocent cow is a demon buffalo in whose death the
                            Hindu consumers of the image glorified?
                                            PHALKE
     It is erroneous to interpret the two demons shown as apparently decapitating a cow
                                   INDIAN INTERROGATOR
 But a closer look complicates the matter greatly, for the buffalo is definitely cow-like in
  color and physiology. Similarly there is a subtle displacement of agency marked by the
        presence of blood on Bidalaksha’s sword and its absence on the goddess's. The
implication is clearly that it is the fore grounded figure with the sword who has just slain
                  the buffalo/cow and upon whom the lion wreaks vengeance.
                                ENGLISH INTERROGATOR
 In the absence of clear textual knowledge among the popular consumers of this image a
reading that constructs it as the goddess's retribution among two Muslims or untouchable
               butchers who have just slaughtered a cow is highly plausible.

The blood stains on the sword of one of the two men will be removed and the animal will

                               be colored black. Do you agree?

Phalke’s vision is going hazy. He cannot hear or understand the interrogator.

He is trying to focus on the match box.

The image begins to swell, growing in size, rising and approaching his eyes.

Suddenly, the miniature heads on the goddess’ garland begin to move like parts on an

assembly line, or like beads being told. They are the heads of representatives of the East

India Company and the British Empire over the last two hundred years.

The lion roars like an explosive, and leaps out from the matchbox.

Phalke sits still, head bowed over, a passive observer sitting in a 3-D virtual reality.

Something moves in the corner of his eye.

He lifts his head and sees the majestic lion emerge from the darkness and approach the

British interrogator.

The lion leaps on the man and devours him.