It was a hot afternoon in march.
Shreya first proposed to watch a film together. It was hearing that there released a Bengali film “ Matir Projar Deshe” in theaters . We went to The star Cineplex and bought three tickets. Took some snacks and drinks. Entered to the Cinema hall. There were a few people.
Just after a while all the lights got shutdown and the screen opened. A cinema (Matir Projar Deshe) started.
We were enjoying the cinema sitting on the sits in a comfortable temperature. I just don’t know how time passed. At the time of interval I discovered myself at the age of twenty four. Trust me, still just a minute before the interval I was a boy of ten and I was walking , running and moving around my village with my childhood friend Nargis who got married when she was only in class four.
I went to the washroom, observed myself through the mirror. I got fresh and went back to the hall again. Cinema started again after the interval. Already I forgot that Arka and Shreya were with me. Again I traveled back to my childhood, My village where there was no electricity and there was a sufferer mom.
Don’t know what to say Bijon Imtiaz. I know You are not the best but you made me cry.
“kemon mrittur moto pashe pore acho kobita” is that any song Mr. Director?
If I say the truth, that afternoon I was not watching “Matir Projar Deshe “
I was in a journey. A psychological journey that remembered me I am a human being.
After the show I saw all the audience to give hands together. The cinema was houseful. I know this was to you, to your film ,to your team Mr Director but I felt it was also to me. For the first time I realized I am proud of our film. For Bengali film. Film from a third world country.
I don’t have any idea what you got from Bangladesh film industry But you gift an asset to the history of Bangladesh film industry.
I am not waiting to see your next film soon. But I want to get another chance to have a psychological trip like the last time
in Matir Projar Deshe.
Art Culture of Bangladesh