What a perfect pairing of two such beautiful artists!
When one catches a film on TV these days, often it's already a few minutes past its beginning, and often it's only when one knows it's the golden pair of Uttam Kumar and Suchitra Sen that one begins to pay attention. That one gets to see films this way now is already great, and all due to cable.
But seeing it from the beginning, and not missing the vital first few minutes as in this one, is often due to internet, and one must thank technology! So much becomes clearer, the characterisations, relationships, and details that are telling - such as the story being set to pre independence era, although that isn't made clear except when she first finds a job and they set forth to a place they couldn't have post independence.
Wonder if this film was later the inspiration for Hrishikesh Mukherjee's Hindi film Abhimaan, what with the same problem dealt with in both - the couple in love, married newly, has similar talents, he is way ahead to begin with and helps her, but problems arise with her success as he is floundering.
This one begins with the girl's father writing about problems of women finding identity and occupations that take them away from serving their family, just as his first and only child is being born - and he is despondent its a girl. But she grows quietly, educating herself with distinction and clinging on to the necessity thereof so she need not be dependent, and when she finds love, her education is handy immediately, in their being able to escape the wrath of his family that has turned to ill treatment of the couple - but his lack of job and independent wealth brings more problems. This is where, true to the bengal and its literature and films of the era, it turns to the left, with him finding a place in a creation of a refuge for needy, which - it's implicit, and said too, what with his new mentor tearing up his degree certificates - is supposedly superior a lifestyle.
Funny, the leftist thought seems to force a questioning of why one shoukd do study, research, thesis, .."could you not survive without the fame" asks a co-worker as the guy seeks to work nights to complete his thesis in the scant lamp light in the refuge they are building in the foĊest area in a valley with low hills.
Those were the heyday of the Maoist revolution that reverberated largely in Bengal, with the dire treatment meted out to academics and intellectuals contrasting strongly against Indian ethos of reverence for knowledge and achievements in intellectual sphere, helping rise of the lumpen; that this wasn't exactly leftist or useful to humanity, and was in fact the modus operandi of the fascist and nazi in Europe seems to have either escaped or been deliberately ignored, even pushed under the rug, by the admirers of those revolutionaries across borders East.
And what escapes most, due chiefly to false propaganda by the persecutors, is that this hatred of those that are keepers of knowledge is at the root of this persecution of Hindus and India, and of the Jews through over two millennia until the holocaust last century. For neither of these succumbed as easily as fell the other ancient cultures that were keepers of knowledge before and with these, until,they were destroyed by onslaught of the two waves of conversionist institutionlised religions that swept away and destroyed cultures of Egypt, Persia and much more, across the then known world. These two, in contrast, survived against all odds and every massacre perpetrated. So far.
Here, a melodramatic shortcut seems the final twist, with him rejecting her after she's come to be with him as soon as she kniws his whereabouts, leaving her life and identity behind her, but he can't let her leave while there's a storm that combines with hay roofs and a fallen lamp to set fire to his creation the refuge. And of course, the hero must give a cliche speech to rouse the people out of despondency, with a song too.
Final words of wisdom, as ever here, are from her - for while he might represent West or left, intellectual progressions borrowed from thinking rooted only in thought, she's the deep wisdom of India rooted in soul.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Jjwm9hdhuBw
When one catches a film on TV these days, often it's already a few minutes past its beginning, and often it's only when one knows it's the golden pair of Uttam Kumar and Suchitra Sen that one begins to pay attention. That one gets to see films this way now is already great, and all due to cable.
But seeing it from the beginning, and not missing the vital first few minutes as in this one, is often due to internet, and one must thank technology! So much becomes clearer, the characterisations, relationships, and details that are telling - such as the story being set to pre independence era, although that isn't made clear except when she first finds a job and they set forth to a place they couldn't have post independence.
Wonder if this film was later the inspiration for Hrishikesh Mukherjee's Hindi film Abhimaan, what with the same problem dealt with in both - the couple in love, married newly, has similar talents, he is way ahead to begin with and helps her, but problems arise with her success as he is floundering.
This one begins with the girl's father writing about problems of women finding identity and occupations that take them away from serving their family, just as his first and only child is being born - and he is despondent its a girl. But she grows quietly, educating herself with distinction and clinging on to the necessity thereof so she need not be dependent, and when she finds love, her education is handy immediately, in their being able to escape the wrath of his family that has turned to ill treatment of the couple - but his lack of job and independent wealth brings more problems. This is where, true to the bengal and its literature and films of the era, it turns to the left, with him finding a place in a creation of a refuge for needy, which - it's implicit, and said too, what with his new mentor tearing up his degree certificates - is supposedly superior a lifestyle.
Funny, the leftist thought seems to force a questioning of why one shoukd do study, research, thesis, .."could you not survive without the fame" asks a co-worker as the guy seeks to work nights to complete his thesis in the scant lamp light in the refuge they are building in the foĊest area in a valley with low hills.
Those were the heyday of the Maoist revolution that reverberated largely in Bengal, with the dire treatment meted out to academics and intellectuals contrasting strongly against Indian ethos of reverence for knowledge and achievements in intellectual sphere, helping rise of the lumpen; that this wasn't exactly leftist or useful to humanity, and was in fact the modus operandi of the fascist and nazi in Europe seems to have either escaped or been deliberately ignored, even pushed under the rug, by the admirers of those revolutionaries across borders East.
And what escapes most, due chiefly to false propaganda by the persecutors, is that this hatred of those that are keepers of knowledge is at the root of this persecution of Hindus and India, and of the Jews through over two millennia until the holocaust last century. For neither of these succumbed as easily as fell the other ancient cultures that were keepers of knowledge before and with these, until,they were destroyed by onslaught of the two waves of conversionist institutionlised religions that swept away and destroyed cultures of Egypt, Persia and much more, across the then known world. These two, in contrast, survived against all odds and every massacre perpetrated. So far.
Here, a melodramatic shortcut seems the final twist, with him rejecting her after she's come to be with him as soon as she kniws his whereabouts, leaving her life and identity behind her, but he can't let her leave while there's a storm that combines with hay roofs and a fallen lamp to set fire to his creation the refuge. And of course, the hero must give a cliche speech to rouse the people out of despondency, with a song too.
Final words of wisdom, as ever here, are from her - for while he might represent West or left, intellectual progressions borrowed from thinking rooted only in thought, she's the deep wisdom of India rooted in soul.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Jjwm9hdhuBw
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