I remember feeling a great sense of discomfort as I watched Vikramaditya Motwane’s Trapped in the theatre. It wasn’t so much the Animal-Planet-meets-Mumbai-real-estate horror special that Motwane had cooked up for an unremitting two hours. Or that sense of feeling tethered to your seat, unable to help as a harrowed Rajkumar Rao remained similarly tethered inside a Mumbai 1BHK. That sense of utter incapacitation was only Trapped’s greatest USP.
No, the greatest sense of discomfort came from the realisation that the movie – in all its claustrophobia – was reminding me of conversations.
How utterly bizarre.
It brought to mind the voice of a friend who’d recently moved cities. Ironically, to Mumbai. “Things are alright,” she’s been repeating unconvincingly for a year now; “I just get lonely sometimes.”
Loneliness is a reality, yes, but in big cities – particularly the Mumbai that Rao’s character inhabits – is a reality that needs to be rescinded lest it threaten the Facebook-friendly, selfie-taking, Saturday-night-dinner-hosting personas most millennials create for themselves. In most conversations where one does voice the angst of being alone, one is quickly told to “go out, have some fun!” to solve the problem. Quick band-aid. Quick fix.
But what if the loneliness is only further compounded by that quick fix? In an article for Psychology Today, author Sophia Dembling talks about something she refers to as ‘the loneliness loop’.
The problem doesn’t arise from a lonely individual’s fear of people – the problem lies in finding validation in superficial connections (such as a social media platform or a set of strangers one doesn’t know at all). Dr Seema Hingorrany, clinical psychologist and trauma expert, suggests finding validation in yourself as the first stepping stone:
Trapped, in its bare essence, captures all of those trappings with almost deliberate perfunctoriness. There is little or no self-exploration that Rao indulges in as he rushes about getting a girlfriend, hurriedly promising to marry her, deciding to move out of a rented apartment where no one really cares about him anyway and renting the fated 1BHK where he ultimately faces his demons. Notice how the wooing happens over a period of cursory phone calls that parrot almost the same phrases, over and over again. Or the proposal, that flits out in a rush, because rushed-ness is the only acceptable state of being in an urban setting.
Which is why it is remarkable that the only times Rao’s character actually ‘shuts up’, stops trying to fit in and lives, is whilst he’s physically trapped – yet freed of all societal trappings. The woman he loves has obviously been wedded off in the three weeks that he’s caged, the world continues to flit by and no one cares. But finally, miraculously, Rao stops caring.
Reiterates Dr Hingorrany who talks about taking in “at least 50 to 60 percent more cases in the last three years than ever before” of loneliness, angst and depression.
A former work colleague who now lives in Bangalore talks about “going to parties and switching off”. “I like to watch football if someone’s got a TV. I usually camp out in a room watching whatever’s playing in case I feel like I won’t get along with the people at the party.” Why does he go at all, I often ask him? Wouldn’t he rather spend time by himself?
“The incessant fear is always ‘what will people think about me?’ They never stop to wonder ‘what will I think of myself’?” says Dr Hingorrany.
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I think of the friend in Mumbai who’s been lonely for a year and yet doesn’t bring it up. I ask Dr Hingorrany what she tells people who won’t admit they’re lonely.
Of course, for a cross-section of urban dwellers who survive on a steady diet of ‘happy Facebook pictures’ and ‘Instagram filters’, the act of putting away the mask is easier said than done. But ever so often, in the quietude that you must steal away for yourself, let yourself be.
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