I’ve never fully been able to understand this new wave of the need to wash dirty linen in public, which has taken the whole internet by storm, thanks to our folks in Bollywood. It recently started off with Kangana Ranaut opening up about some of the most daunting secrets of her life on national television but it looks like others are keen to follow suit too.
While some choose to speak about their relationships more subtly, there are people like Nawazuddin Siddiqui who chose to scream out loud in his memoir i.e. a new wave of people feeling a dire itch to write about themselves. The otherwise subdued Sidiqqui, spoke about things that were best left unknown. Case in point- his sex life #Eeks
When the articles started pouring in, my mind couldn’t help but be bombarded by questions, some of which only Nawazuddin might be able to answer! Why tarnish the reputation of someone you were romantically involved with by speaking of your ‘sexcapades’ for the general public to feast their ears on? Why discuss a fling in so much detail (considering it’s pretty common these days), why speak of your once tumultuous relationship with your wife? And most importantly, why speak of it on a platform that’s meant to reach out millions? Why?
The only answer to all these questions seems to be the starving need for publicity, and the want to be recognised and discussed among masses, more often than not, at the cost of others. While this isn’t wrong and Bollywood actors enjoy every attention they can get in a career that more often than not, lacks in longevity, the eternal question remains: where should one draw the line? And, if snippets of the actor’s memoir are anything to go by, he long crossed it.
For the sanity of this article, and of my mind- I’m going to stick to speaking about Niharika Singh, the girl Nawaz once loved and now massively disrespected. Before I move on, here’s a detailed paragraph from his book:
“For the very first time I went to Niharika’s house. I rang the doorbell, slightly nervous. When she opened the door, revealing a glimpse of the house, I was speechless with amazement. A hundred, or so it seemed, little candles flickered beautifully. She wore soft faux fur, looking devastatingly gorgeous, her beauty illuminated even more in the candlelight. And I, being the lusty village bumpkin that I am, scooped her up in my arms and headed straight for the bedroom. We made passionate love. And just like that, out of the blue, I began a relationship with Niharika Singh, a relationship which I did not know then would last for almost one-and-a-half years.”
‘Lusty village bumpkin I’m not so sure about, but ‘bumpkin’ I can vouch for!
At first glance, all that came to my head was ‘Omg! What a shame, to have to use obscenity to reassure self-worth’. What better way to prove ‘macho-ism’ than to portray a woman pining for him! My mind quickly moved on to wondering how Niharika must be dealing with the fact that some of the most intimate details of her being are discussed by every other person today. Sorry Niharika, and shame on you Nawazuddin! We’ve all been in relationships, and some have been more intimate than the others, but could any of us imagine the shame of details meant for the bedroom, being discussed on open forums – and more importantly, without out full CONSENT?
Consent being the prime word to take into account, since it’s clearly taken for granted in the making of this memoir. Nawazuddin, the actor, one whose art I marvel at till date, was clearly inspired by the attention other stars derived from controversy, case in point Hrithik-Kangana, and thought ‘I could give this a shot too.’
And, guess what? We haven’t even reached the most shocking bit of the sham show yet..
This memoir about the ‘ordinary life’, of Nawazuddin Siddiqui, was written by a female author, Rituparna Chatterjee. One who didn’t think twice when she penned down the destruction of another woman’s reputation.
Nawazuddin and Rituparna
I can go on for days speaking of how on various levels, snippets of this memoir made me cringe endlessly, but to conclude, I think it’s time we take a step back and think of the vicious circle we all run around in. One that expects us to strive to be someone we aren’t, for a good that seems greater but in real, isn’t. But, for now- let’s just start off on being more aware!