Tumi Onno Karor Chhonde Bedho Gaan

Praktan, a musical experience, a lyrical excellence.

No, the acting is nothing great and the story is definitely not something that you cannot guess. Sitting miles away from hometown I was craving to watch this movie, specifically for its title (yes, there is quite a lot of Dukkhobilashita in me still) and so I did, at the good old City of Joy.

The movie left me with a lot of questions and no, not because the feminist in me wanted to shout out to Ujaan saying he was wrong, very very wrong. Sujoy justified saying that we learn from the mistakes of our first broken relationship to rectify (read change) ourselves, that is probably why we give all that we have, and maybe more, to the next person, and end up becoming the ‘perfect Aww couple’. Well then yes, maybe. Atleast my experiences tell me that most of what the movie showed is true. Sadly.

I am sure someone somewhere is clicking selfies these days with the significantly better, half, I am sure someone somewhere has started to want to live at Kolkata forever, I am sure someone somewhere is not ashamed to ‘mix two groups’ anymore, I am sure someone somewhere is doing all that it claimed to dislike once. And why? Because love? Because the present is better than the happily kicked Praktan? Maybe.

However, I did not think Sudipa’s character was completely right, neither could I relate to her. But yes, that one Birthday scene in the train flashed in 2014 when there was a lot of crying over the phone because, birthdays at the receiving end of someone’s frustration is not quite the best that one can have, and April 2016, when people flew because hey, some people (apparently better ones) always get to have the best birthdays (touchwood) :)

Hothat Dekha recitation moved me completely. How the feelings are every time at the airport, EVERY DAMN TIME. And the last Bhalo Theko note was pure sadism. It is like killing a person and then praying for their health. I think I took the movie too personally, I think I need to grow up. Is being somebody’s Praktan really a pain after all? I wonder. I was a little too disappointed to see the new husband (told you about my Dukkhobilashita remember?), but yeah, maybe that is how life is.

And as the song kept on saying,

Tumi Onno Karor Shonge Bedho Ghor
Not that there a choice anyway. Anyway