Mai Vaapas Aaunga: The Unfinished Search for Home

Summary

• As this sound recurs across the past and present, it becomes more than an element of the film’s soundscape; it becomes a thread connecting two timelines, much like Kinnu himself, whose memories refuse to remain confined to the past.
• Like Bishan Singh, Kinnu inhabits a world in which geographical borders have divided what memory continues to hold together.
• Homelessness is not merely the loss of a place to live; it is the loss of the people, memories, and familiar surroundings that make a place feel like home.

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By Qurat ul Ain Arshad

Some films entertain us, some remind us of people we have lost, and a few open doors to worlds we had never imagined. Imtiaz Ali’s Mai Vaapas Aaunga did all three for me.

This was a film I had waited to watch, one that connected me to someone long gone and opened a new door of imagination, allowing me to relate to people beyond the boundaries of religion, geography, and politics. What moved me most was its understanding that love is not always about possessing another person. Sometimes, it is about finding a place where one finally belongs.

Beyond its visual beauty, the film was equally pleasing to the ear. The sounds of running, bicycles, and, most memorably, the persistent call of the red-wattled lapwing (commonly known as tatiri) created an atmosphere deeply rooted in Punjab’s landscape. Its familiar, distinctive cry seemed to carry the sound of the land itself, evoking the fields, open spaces, and rural memories that belong to both sides of a divided Punjab. As this sound recurs across the past and present, it becomes more than an element of the film’s soundscape; it becomes a thread connecting two timelines, much like Kinnu himself, whose memories refuse to remain confined to the past. The land may have been divided by borders, but its sounds, like its memories, continue to travel freely.

The Imtiaz Ali factor lies in his treatment of Kinnu’s love for Jiya. It is not merely the individual love of two people; it is the love of belonging. Despite having a stable life, Kinnu remains emotionally homeless, unable to feel entirely at home anywhere. This is the loss that many people experienced after Partition: the loss of a place, certainly, but also of familiarity, identity, and the uncomplicated certainty of belonging somewhere.

Kinnu’s dementia makes this tragedy even more poignant, bringing to mind Saadat Hasan Manto’s Toba Tek Singh. Like Bishan Singh, Kinnu inhabits a world in which geographical borders have divided what memory continues to hold together. Bishan Singh refuses to choose between India and Pakistan, remaining on the strip of land between them. To those around him, he is a madman; yet his refusal exposes the absurdity of a political division that demands people identify where they belong. In his final act, he appears saner than those who unquestioningly accept the choices imposed upon them.