From ‘Babuji’ To A Harasser, Sandhya Mridul Tweets About The 50 Shades Of Alok Nath

As a newbie, Sandhya Mridul had a high regard for actor Alok Nath, until he started showing his true colours during the shoot. “Thinking of acting with him still nauseates me,” tweeted Sandhya. 

A sad story of harassment has been narrated by yet another Indian actor Sandhya Mridul of Saathiya, Page 3 and Angry Indian Goddesses fame. The reason behind is none but the veteran actor Alok Nath. She is the second person to accuse him after Vinta Nanda.

Often in the heat of accusations, what eludes us is the mental trauma that the sufferers undergo due to all their ill experiences. None could ever want of getting into their shoes – the wreck it causes, fear, stress, nervousness is a nightmare which is the worst of its kind.

“At the very start of my career, I was shooting a telefilm in Kodaikanal. I was the lead. And very excited. Alok Nath was my on-screen father and Reema Lagoo my mother.

Alok Nath was very impressed with me and called me ‘God’s own child’ and openly praised me every day. I was over the moon. I was a huge fan of this wonderful Babuji. I felt so fortunate happy and confident.

Till one night after an early pack up. The cast went out for dinner. At dinner, he got progressively drunk and started insisting I sit with him and that I belonged to him and other stuff that I don’t clearly remember but it made me very nervous and uncomfortable. My co-star realised what was happening and got me out of there.

We went back to the hotel without dinner. It was late and I was back in my room and the costume dada came to my room to give me my clothes for the next day as I had a very early call time. Few minutes after he left there was a knock on my door, I opened the door thinking it was him again. It was an inebriated Alok Nath.

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I instinctively tried to shut the door but he pushed it and lunged at me. I stepped aside, he went flying past me into the room. I fell back toward the bathroom door he lunged at me again screaming – I want you, you’re mine. I dodged again he went into the bathroom and I think I latched the loo door and ran out of my room down the corridor into the lobby. Fortunately, my DoP was there making a call from the reception.

He came back to my room what ensued was traumatic because a belligerent Alok Nath refused to leave. He kept screaming, shouting, threatening, abusing, trying to grab me. But at some point, we managed to make him leave. The hairdresser was called and made to sleep in my room, I was so shaken up.

In a few hours, I had scenes with Bauji. In one I had to sit on his lap and cry. I still feel nauseous when I think of it.

It didn’t stop there. Every evening he would drink and every night calls were made to my room. I dreaded the ring. I had to keep it off the hook most of the times. But then he would come calling. It was a catch 22 situation. I had the hairdresser moved into my room permanently. I was a nervous wreck.

A few days later I got very sick and was laid up and couldn’t shoot. The stress had broken me. He continued to traumatise me with calls and knocks. The hairdresser would answer. One day when he landed up at the door and cried and begged to be allowed in to apologise to me. I couldn’t take it anymore I told her to accompany him in. He pulled a chair next to my bed and howled. Said he was an alcoholic and that he had destroyed everything – his family, his marriage and everything. I was like his daughter and he respected me and that he was very sorry. He says he had learnt his lesson and that he would go to therapy and change it all.

I finally broke my silence – I screamed, shouted, cried and it was done. I believed him. I had to. He left. He got away. I don’t know how I shot with him for the remaining days and weeks. I’m grateful to my co-actors, my DOP and especially the late Reema Lagoo for finally taking him on and protecting me like a mother from then on.

But it was too late. The damage was done. A very disillusioned, disgraced and unsure me returned home. He went on to return to Bombay and tell people I was difficult and arrogant. All apologies had been forgotten. He was a popular man, I was a newbie. He laid the foundation others like him built on. All those who heard ‘No’. Attitude my biggest crime. The deal breaker.

Mr. Alok Nath. You know this to be true. As do few others. I had to forgive you for myself and for my sanity then. But I will never forgive you for what you did with Vinta, whom I have always respected and loved.

I stand by you Vinta. What I went through is nothing compared to you. I’m so sorry. More power to you. To us all. I’m certain there are others. I urge you to come forward.

“Your time is up Sir”.

The problem is that ‘sexual harassment’ has been open to interpretation. I come from a time when nobody wanted to hear. I was a nobody. When I tried to speak I was labelled arrogant and difficult. And replaced at work. There were no social media to make ourselves heard, directly.

It’s taken me years to lay those demons to rest and move on. And just stay away from it all. But it never actually goes away. Does it?

I do little work because I do it with people I trust. And those who respect me and my choices. I felt I had two choices then. One, to fight for work or two to preserve my dignity. And stay away from the conflict, the ugliness, and embarrassment to me and my family. Which to me meant silence. I chose the latter. At that point.

It’s way different now, they know me, so I’m spared from abuse. And from work. Even though I managed to escape or prevent it somehow and it never reached the point where I was assaulted physically. My soul was. My creativity was. My career was.

But I stood my ground. As shaky as it got. My bold bindaas badass image comes from there. But nobody wanted to work with “such a woman.” Yes, I was told that. On many occasions. My career was set in stone.

What Tanushree has started is admirable. I’m happy now women can speak, go on social media. So there’s that platform. And it’s pretty powerful. I believe. We have a voice finally.

I have a lot more to say. But it’s been buried so long. I need to dig up what I buried. For that, I need more courage and clarity. I need time. Yes, some of us need time. To dig into the shame and darkness we’ve buried to be able to work with strength and dignity.

I’m a work in progress. And where do I begin? So much happened that I can’t remember. And the worst part is I don’t have evidence anymore. Except for me. But I stand with Tanushree. And Vinta. And every woman. Who has been through this and will follow suit and break her silence.

We have a voice. I’d like to tell all the newcomers that they should use it. Correctly. Honestly. Wisely. Fearlessly. Don’t be ashamed. Don’t be scared. Don’t bury. Don’t let it fester. And corrode your soul. Let’s Speak. Let’s keep this fire going.”

#TimesUp

Reading this particular twitter thread, it’s unbelievable how even after so many cases coming into light, people are still questioning Sandhya about not reporting before. How incomprehensible can human minds ever be? She has made it very clear the kind of mental condition she was in back then, upon that the ruined career and being branded forever as ‘difficult’ and ‘arrogant’. Yet the doubt among people remains. They just can’t believe a woman you see, even if she is diligently trying to tell the truth.

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