Meghe Dhaka Tara
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'Cigarette smoking
is injurious to health.'
'Cigarette smoking
is injurious to health.'
It can cause cancer.
Which way to go?
Which is our way back home?
Let's go look.
Hello...Psychiatry
Yes I know. At the Outdoor?
Sir Alcoholic...
He has recommended
admission day after.
We'll be there sir.
Are they waiting? - Yes, at the OPD.
Withdrawal and alcohol.
Hardly eats. Self neglect.
Bottle and some fags,
that's all he lives on.
Wife ?
There with him . Dire straits.
Poor thing is looking for a job.
How old is he ?
Forty four.
As a kid I watched him play
Raghupati in Tagore's "Bishorjon".
the Prime Minister's office.
Heard he's quite close to him.
Arrange for accommodation.
We better admit him day after. - Okay.
Sir, have you watched
his film 'Runaway'?
It's about a boy who
runs away from home. Fun!
Do I have the time to?
Only his 'Beyond the Clouds'.
in an alley near the cemetery...
...frothing at the mouth.
He has three kids at home.
No sense of responsibility!
Irresponsible.
The overtures of
Beethoven's the symphony...
I can see it!
Dugga will go away.
Surge, swell Oh! mighty waves"
Smash, shatter as shackles do break...
Yonder, a new dawn peeps
as souls arise so long asleep.
It's all burning!
The entire universe...
...so am I!
Father, we are leaving.
Won't you visit us ?
So, you're leaving Dugga.
You are taking Satya away from me too?
Separation is essential.
I will not let you go.
"Rents heaven and earth
ancient chants...
of deep...
despair.
I will not let you go.
A revolutionary war is a people's war.
With the help of mass uprisings
and only by depending on the mass...
...the war can be continued.
"Up and down, the water is moving"
"From one side to the other.."
"The boat's helm is moving"
After a year of the President's
rule in West Bengal...
...the United Front government's
newly elected Chief Minister...
...spoke of bringing
back peace to West Bengal.
"We have no language...
no homeland..."
"In the midst of the forest,
at the bank of Ganges"
"We have no destination...
no homeland..."
"We have no destination...
no homeland..."
"..where did the crop go"
"..where did the crop go"
"We have no language...
no homeland..."
"We have no language...
no homeland..."
"The honeybees are
playing on the flowers.."
"The honeybees are
playing on the flowers.."
Nilkantha Bagchi.
- It's the rehab case right?
Cabin three.
Which way?
Sir.
I find myself akin to your Nirmala.
It's the same story in all households.
That was a cakewalk for me.
"The bees are playing
on the flowers.."
"We have no language...
no homeland..."
"We have no destination...
no homeland..."
All ok?
Please come in.
All good?
Mrs. Bagchi...
the admission form.- Come.
Phulmoni...and she's Damini.
Your cabin.
So this is where the evil
which is to be eliminated.
The son of Shiva and
Parvati shall be born here.
How long is my exile here?
Quoting from our epic 'Kumarsambhava'.
I was thinking of translating
it's eighth chapter over here.
Mr.Bagchi, you are a talented man.
You need to get better.
You just have to take
your medicines regularly.
What is it that ails me Doctor ?
Is it the bottle ?
That is the symptom.
The real reason is something else.
- The lad's caught on!
So what is the reason?
That has to be investigated.
Sister!
And the procedure of
that investigation Doctor?
Jung or Adler ?
Pavlov or Freud?
Please take rest now,
we'll discuss all this later.
Oh...
"so if we're not talking right now,
I'll go get some fresh air.
You're not going anywhere.
No, I promise I'll come back here.
I promise.
I've loads of work pending.
- Mr.Bagchi please...
Don't be difficult. Be seated.
Give me some money. - No.
You will hit the bottle again...
you won't come back.
This is not your shoot Mr.Bagchi.
I am the director here.
So my word is final.
Sit.
So be it!
Very stubborn man.
Creative as well.
Doctor...please take care of him.
He's very headstrong.
I have no one to fall back on...
Don't worry...
...he'll be fine here.
Thank you.
What happened ?
Sir, please see. - What's wrong?
She was complaing
of regular headaches.
No,thank you..
- Let me check your pulse.
The headaches are possibly
because of stress.
Get her to the consultancy. - Come.
Been working too hard ?
I'm looking for a job...
sitting for exams".
So I've been
studying day and night.
She's determined to take up teaching.
I don't really earn anything...
"but we have many mouths to feed.
It's all messed up.
You know Dugga...
...our poet Kalidasa was...
...actually illiterate.
But the princess?
...fell head over heels
in love and ended up marrying him.
But after a few days...
bullcrap...
...all her love vanished! - Quiet!
I know.
A distraught Kalidasa...
left home in sorrow...
...in pursuit of knowledge.
Kalidasa! - I have a headache.
After attaining wisdom..
...when Kalidasa returned
home triumphant...
...Princess Viddottama asked him...
if he was now her equal,
with the wisdom he had gained.
What did Kalidasa do on hearing this ?
Dinner is served. Finish it fast.
Stop blabbering.
And you have not been
You've made six films..
so many plays and documentaries.
Can anyone call you a gentleman?
Come!
Do you play cards? Twenty nine?
We play"-
...everyday.
Entertainment.
Good morning Mr.Bagchi.
Good morning.
Let's see...
...did you sleep well last night?
me the whole night.
It will be better soon,
the treatment has just begun.
So, how do you like it here?
What so different between
the world outside and the one inside?
Just that a booze den
is missing inside, that's it.
I realize you've migrated
from East Bengal.
Can there be two Bengals, East & West?
But you're right.
Bharenga, Pabna district.
And then People's theatre ?
People's theatre!
It's so stuffy inside!
Intellectuals in politics.
Romain Holland. Maxim Gorky.
Good morning sir. - Good morning.
Why that smirk?
So was this coming together
It was inevitable.
While still in Rajshahi...
...I had felt the heat.
My intermediate examinations
were going on.
Back then we were
publishing a magazine.
Which one?
New Wave.
Stories, poetry...
I too had some inclination
towards politics.
It intensified when I was at
the Krishnanath college of Baharampur.
Radical politics ?
Do you expect the agitated populace..
...to dance the Hula
Bloody hell.
Four million people died from...
...that famine.
Bhoba, come
...today we will
rehearse all night long.
A fire burns without...
Whose conch is it that
awakens the multitude!
Whence echoes these
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