‘IN MY STORIES, MEN ARE NOT FULL OF BRAVADO. THEY TALK ABOUT THEIR WEAKNESSES, DEAL WITH DEPRESSION, TACKLE ABUSE’
In an alternate universe, Abhijeet from CID is struggling to come out as gay, having realised he’s in love with Daya. The women in Qubool Hai are nice to each other, dress as they please, and help their husbands confront and unlearn their biases. Jodha Akbar is retold in a 21st-century setting. She’s Jody; Rukaya is Rukz. They’re college mates, never fall for the same man; never fall out. Jodha has her Akbar and Rukz is still searching.
Women are rewriting TV shows online, as fan fiction, and the themes are surprisingly feminist, erotic and imaginative.
There are suhaag raats that go on for days, described from the point of view of the woman, and romance retold with serial-killer plot twists.
Fan fiction — popular in the West for decades, as fans rewrite endings, pair favourite characters and reinvent plot twists — began to gain momentum in India in 2011, with Indian fans rewriting film plots and even Chetan Bhagat novels.
Now, TV fan fiction is catching on.
There are over 2,300 spinoffs on Fanfiction.net of the TV show CID alone. “Indiaforums has over 400 registered TV fan fiction writers,” says founder Vijay Bhatter. Wattpad and Archive of Our Own are popular platforms too.
“We, and by ‘we’ I mean a lot of urban Indian women, do not relate to the Indian TV shows and characters anymore. The shows do not seem to reflect the society we live in,” says Nupur Asthana, film director and writer on the path-breakingly realistic Hip Hip Hurray, a show from the turn of the century that was set in a big-city Indian high school. “We do not wear sindoor or know women who do. But we do know gay men and women and we’re starting to notice that TV shows just don’t talk about them. This use of digital platforms to alter storylines is an attempt to make sense of the shows we watch.”
Their language may be imperfect but the stories are engaging.
“It’s interesting to see women forming communities, creating and sharing stories on these digital forums — and interesting to think that this has become a platform for women’s expression,” says Paromita Vohra, writer, filmmaker and founder of Agents of Ishq, a multimedia project on love, sex and desire. “An overwhelming majority of Indian TV soap viewers are women, and so it has happened that regressive shows have created a community of subversive women writers.” It helps that the women can write under a pseudonym. That anonymity ensures they can say what they think — about sex, bossy men, religious dogma.
It’s empowering, Delhi professor Jaya Dubey, 43, says. She started writing TV fan fiction in 2012, after watching about 100 episodes of the TV show Qubool Hai.
“I was so impressed with the teasers for this show about a young Muslim woman who travels to Bhopal in search of her father. It looked interesting, refreshing,” she recalls. “When the show began, the female lead was charming and strong.”
And then the soap did what soaps do — it plunged into stereotypes and conspiracy; began to recast its women characters as either saintly or vampish. “It was suddenly the same story of daughter-in-law versus mother-in-law, husbands against wives. I felt like the characters were going back in time to a different century.”
Dubey wanted to vent about this online, and that’s where she came upon Indiaforums and Archive of Our Own.
“Writing fan fiction became my oxygen. The show ended last year. I still write,” she says. “I write the show the way it should’ve been written in the first place.” Of her 136 chapters, one is an erotic take on a neverending suhaag raat told from the point of view of the woman. Her fan fiction attracts about 5,000 readers per episode.
Most comments are from readers who want updates more frequently. “Add a few episodes about Asad and Zoya sightseeing in NYC,” reads one. “I liked how Asad laughed at his crazy family‘s antics.” Manga artist Nandhini* from Tamil Nadu is using her fan fiction to drag the skeleton Finally, after 31 years on the planet, 16 years of wondering and waiting, and 17 months of secret frustration and escalating attraction to her ridiculously gorgeous husband... finally, she had done it. And it was really, really good.
A part of her was now actually a little glad that Abhi had had so many girlfriends in the past. He had gained experience and skill, and now she got to benefit from it, because now he was all hers… Pragya had always had a healthy curiosity about what went on between men and women, but for most of her life that curiosity had no outlet. In her family such things were not talked about; even on the day before her wedding, her mother and daadi and aunts had only hinted about a husband’s expectations, without discussing any questions or fears she of child sex abuse out of the closet. In her retelling of Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon, the female protagonist Khushi, an orphan, becomes also a survivor of child abuse.
“She rose above it, became a successful businesswoman, and doesn’t fear talking about it,” says Nandhini.
The Indian TV shows we binge on conveniently brush away all references to something so prevalent, Nandhini adds. “I figured if I discuss it by relating it to TV heroes we love, it may create an impact.”
Nandhini has also written fanfic based on the TV shows Beyhadh and Ishqbaaz. “In my stories, men are not full of bravado. They talk about their weaknesses, deal with depression, tackle abuse,” she says.
Even the simple, formulaic fan fiction by Indian TV soap viewers reflects women more in touch with themselves.
Anita*, 25, a college student from Bengaluru, writes fanfic where the TV shows Ye Hai Mohabbatein and Ishqbaaz merge — in Paris. “I have myself as a character too,” she says. “Why not? I have a crush on the lead actor and I want a romance.” The retellings also reflect a generational shift — particularly on issues such as women’s sexuality, homosexuality, gender equality.
Xyz1009, who chose to remain anonymous, is the one writing in a love angle between Daya and Abhijeet, on Fanfiction.net. “I thought it was a good way to might have had…
So, Pragya was left to feed her curiosity and her fantasies with a secret supply of imported Mills & Boon romance novels and her own very creative imagination. Oh, she knew not to take the romance novels too seriously; they obviously exaggerated and euphemized most of the physical details, and everything always fit the same old formula… She never seriously expected to experience the things she read about, but still the books gave her lots of ideas about what might be possible. And now that she had a willing and ready partner in Abhi, she would finally get to act on those ideas...
Abhi finally recovered his breath enough to talk normally. He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “You ok?” he asked, smiling fondly at her.
Pragya smiled back. “I’m splendid,” she said. break the stereotype that gay men look and act effeminate,” says the 30-year-old.
Also on Fanfiction, 20-year-old Kolkata student Nusrat Maliha has turned the CID character Tarika into her lead, and created a crossover with her other favourite, Hermione Granger from the Harry Potter series. “I love Tarika and always thought she had a lot in common with Hermione,” she says.
As they rewrite the on-screen tales, many are injecting a sense of who they are, or hope to be. Here’s an excerpt from a rewritten Jodha Akbar episode.
“‘What kind of girl am I, Jalal?’ Jodha laughed softly; she began to get a little drunk. “You’re beautiful, fierce, wild,’… Jalal responded.” That was by Niken Perwitsari, 45, a banker from Indore. “I have set my characters in today,” she says. “Jodha wears skirts, goes clubbing; she is best friends with Rukaya, the vamp from the show, because I hated seeing the conflict between the two women over a man.”
Rewriting popular stories is giving the writers a sense of freedom from constraints, says Shiv Visvanathan, social scientist and senior fellow at the Centre for the Study of Developing Societies (CSDS), Delhi. “The phenomenon tells us that women are ready to play creative, imaginative participatory roles in a community of the like-minded online,” he adds. “They’re more than just episodes, these are panchayats of thought.”
(* Last names withheld on request) There wasn’t a beginning or end. There was no warmth, touch or feelings, nothing. If there was something that was emptiness. Who knew since when he had been trapped in this dark, out-cast, solitude or for how long this emptiness was going to surround him. Would he have release from this solitary world? From this loneliness? Who knew how much time had passed when suddenly he felt someone calling him by name from a huge distance… He wanted to open his eyes. He wanted to say, yes, I can hear you. But how? He had no strength left to speak up. He tried to take deep breaths… his chest heaved. “Abhijeet…..-” that pleasant voice again called him.
He wanted to reply, his lips trembled but no sound came from his mouth…
Again he drowned into that miserable darkness. . they had been looking for evidence….will he get a chance to talk to him? Discuss feelings… Maybe he just wanted him to know how he felt. But why! He knew he cared for him. Whenever he was in trouble Daya was
the most anxious… “Asad?”
“Hmm…”
“Ayaan’s bugging me again.”
Asad exhaled… “Damn.”
Zoya giggled. Damn was right. She knew Asad felt trapped by his brother’s demands to step out of his comfort zone… with a brand new Asad who was the ever-indulgent husband and dad, everyone also knew that he had pretty much lost the power to say no to anything fun. This new Asad had been forged in the fires of betrayal and vengeance to grasp love’s fierce and loyal embrace. This Asad had come to realize that good, clean fun was pretty close to being a fundamental right…
But this was really asking too much of him. A nightclub? There’d be scantily clad women there, he was dead sure of it. A lot of dirty dancing and... He may as well fess up to what was really bugging him.
“I don’t know how comfortable I’d feel ... in such a place…”
Zoya rested her chin on his chest and he scooted to make room for her on the bed. “What’re your real fears, Mr. Khan? Tell me.”
He grunted, suddenly embarrassed to share his insecurities. “Is it that you’ll find the women’s clothing offensive? Or you’ll see some public displays of affection?”
He squeezed his eyes shut and she smiled. Yup, hit the nail on the head. “The music will be terrible and loud ...” he muttered.
“Yes, the music will be loud. Probably as loud as the music we play at our Indian wedding functions--remember, like the one you came to attend all the way from India.”…
She pushed his hands away and framed his face in her hands. “Look at me.” He did. “You’ve been so good so far and I’m proud of you! You haven’t thrown a tehzeeb-fit or had a single heart attack even though wherever we went there were dozens of women in slinky tank tops or short shorts, camis or cut-offs.”
Asad blushed. It had been surprisingly easy to navigate the streets in New York. Because he got it now…
Here you just didn’t stare. Here you accepted the fact that women had the right to make choices about what they wore without being judged for it. And if you didn’t stare at men for what they wore then why subject women to that? Once you figured that out the rest was easy. Women didn’t need covering up; men needed to get over themselves. For more of India’s TV fan fiction, and to hear from more of the writers, go to hindustantimes.com/lifestyle