How should we remember Phoolan Devi?

Shekhar Kapur made a film, Bandit Queen (1994), about Phoolan Devi's life up to her 1983 acquiescence, in view of Mala Sen's 1993 book India's Bandit Queen: The True Story of Phoolan Devi. 
Despite the fact that Phoolan Devi is a courageous woman in the film, she savagely contested its precision and battled to get it prohibited in India. She even taken steps to immolate herself outside a theater if the film were not removed. Ultimately, she pulled out her protests after the maker Channel 4 paid her £40,000. 

The film brought her global acknowledgment. Creator lobbyist Arundhati Roy in her film survey named, "The Great Indian Rape Trick", scrutinized the privilege to "restage the assault of a living lady without her authorization", and accused Shekhar Kapur of abusing Phoolan Devi and distorting both her life and its significance. 

So much for a film. How can one recollect the genuine Bandit Queen? 

A blazing image against standing abuse, a criminal according to the law, a rescuer according to a few. A subject of an exceptionally dubious biopic yet a lady who put stock recorded as a hard copy her own story, and composing it on her own terms. 

Do you choose to reveal to her story as a fearsome dacoit, one who had a cost on her head, avoided police catch for a very long time, and threatened police powers in Uttar Pradesh? 

Or then again do you depict her as an assault survivor and justice fighter, one who chose to render retribution for her gangrape by supposedly shooting 22 Thakurs in Behmai? 

Or on the other hand do you recount the account of Phoolan Devi, the lawmaker? The politically clever double cross MP who, in the wake of going through 11 years in a prison, won races easily? 

For some from the persecuted classes, she was a pioneer, a legend to turn upward to with her insubordinate brutality against frameworks of mistreatment. Then again, for some, she was a crook who got what she merited. Phoolan Devi was a mystery, characterized by boldness and a disobedient thunder at the people pulling the strings. This was a lady who lived like an agitator, yet didn't bite the dust like one.