As primeras 200 linias.
A RIVER CALLED TITAS
Based on the novel by Advaita Malla Barman
Screenplay by Ritwik Kumar Ghatak
Book published by Puthighar Ltd
Produced on behalf of Purbapran Kathachitra by
N. M. Chowdhury (Bachchu) Habibur Rahman Khan Fayez Ahmed
Main playback singer Dheeraj Uddin Fakir
Actors in order of appearance Nupur
Roshan Jamil Shirin
Golam Mustafa as Ramprasad
Prabir Mitra
Ritwik Kumar Ghatak
Chanu Bhattacharya Narayan Chakrabarty Malati Debi
Kabari Choudhury
K. Matin Sheikh Fazlu Banani Chowdhury
A. Matin Mesbah Ahmed
Rosy Samad
Rani Sarkar
Shafiq Islam
Aruna Bandyopadhyay Sheelaj Mallik
Supriya Gupta Rahima Khatun
Sufia Rostam Farid Ali
Mahibbur Rahman Sabita Bandyopadhyay
Golam Mostafa as Kader Ali
Khalil Khan Farooq Khan
Kalipada Sen Sagarika
Faqrul Hasan Bairagi Shamsul Huda
Sirajul Islam Shahid
Amita Basu Chakkan
Tamij Rizvi Rabiul Hussain
Sunil Amin Joy Islam and others
Guest Artistes Abul Hayat Golam Rabbani
Dilip Chakraborty Jahangir Chakladar
Assistance with collected songs Haralal Ray
Playback Singers Rathindranath Ray Nina Hamid
Abeda Sultana Dharmidan Barua
Dipu Mamtaj Pilu Mamtaj
Abu Taher Indramohan Rajbangshi
Still Photography Sunil Aamin
Publicity Pracharani Limited Subarna Pracharani
Maya Art Naksha
Musical instruments played by Alauddin Little Orchestra
Assistant Director Abdul Zalil Mintu
Tamijuddin Rizvi Amjad Hossein
Assistant Photographer Murshed Ahmed
Assistant Editor Atiqur Rahman
Anwar Hossein Khurshed Alam
Music Assistant Liaqat Hussain Nantu
Sound Amjad Hussain
Makeup Rebati Das
Printing Jahangir Rabbani
Mainul Haq Abdul Aziz
Development Selim, Karim, Jasim
Optic printer Hasan
Production Management Mujibur Rahaman Abdul Rauf
Lighting Nannu Mia
Mohit Kiran
Acknowledgements Mijanur Rahaman Choudhury
M. A. Jalil M. A. Jaman
Hasan Imam Abdum Kuddus Makhan
Sheikh Selim Abdum Jasid
Nurujjaman Nantu
Dhaka Urban Co-operative Bank Ltd, Narayan Ganj
Tandra Islam Khabiruddin Ahmed
Barun Bakshi Naru Barman
Shamsher Ahmed
Saiyaduddin Ahmed Bhabatosh Bandyopadhyay
Chalachitra Unnayan Sangstha, Bangladesh
Processed and Developed in the Studio
Printed by Yusuf Ali Khan (Khoka)
Film Processing Mafizuddin Ahmed
Opticals Lutfar Rahman
Sound Re-mix Harun-ar-Rashid
Music Recording Harun-ar-Rashid A. Majid
Dialogue Saiyad Nurul Islam
Art Direction Munshi Mahiuddin
Makeup Mohammad Shahjahan
First Assistant Camera Bulbul Wazed
Editing Abu Taleb Mahabubur Rahaman
First Assistant Director Fakrul Hassan Bairagi
Executive Producer Sanwar Murshed
Music Ustad Bahadur Hossein Khan
Editing Basheer Hossein
Cinematography Baby Islam
Direction and Music Composition by Ritwik Kumar Ghatak
Gokannaghat is a small fishing village on the banks of the River Titas.
Nobody knows much about the people here. And, perhaps, nobody even cares to know.
This movie is dedicated to the toilers of everlasting Bengal.
- I caught it first, Subol. - Kishore, I'll be left with nothing.
Must you keep bickering? Shame on you.
Keep turning it, Basanti. We're ushering in the Maghmandal ritual.
Don't behave like that.
You've worn a new sari.
Kishore and Subol will make a leaf boat for you to set sail.
Bathe in the Titas first, come back home,
then clear the courtyard and paint it with auspicious drawings.
As if... I hear they're going to Ujaninagar with uncle Tilakchand.
God knows when they'll be back. I can't bear to wait.
Keep turning. Keep turning.
Mother, look at them.
Listen to what Subol and Kishore did.
As soon as I placed the leaf boat in the water,
Subol and Kishore fought over it like kids.
Each of them said they wanted it.
And they wouldn't let go.
I said "You've both made it. So why don't you share it?"
Kishore left it, like a good boy. But Subol grabbed it and ran!
You're hurt because Subol took it, and not Kishore.
He could have taken it. But he left it. Why didn't he take it?
He's upset, isn't he? He is a good man.
Don't worry.
He'll be back in a few months with money in his purse from Ujaninagar.
It will happen soon.
What a way of showing friendship.
Kishore or Subol, which of them are you waiting for?
They will surely come.
Go away, Mungli.
What have you put on your lips? Red color?
Stop it, Mungli!
If it's Kishore, you don't have to paint your lips red.
But for Subol, it's all right.
Hello, uncle Ramprasad!
Is that you, Basanti?
See how Mungli is teasing me, uncle Ramprasad.
Teasing? She can't wait to marry.
She broods over who'll marry her.
They've both gone fishing.
Who will it be, Kishore or Subol?
You've grown up now.
Uncle.
I miss my daughter.
Who? Durga?
She left yesterday.
My last dear one.
She was all I had. My only daughter.
Durga?
That's the way it happens.
It all comes and then disappears again.
There's a spark of life. And suddenly it's not there.
It all becomes untraceable.
You were a child yesterday.
Today, you're a woman.
This ever-flowing river Titas may become bone dry tomorrow.
It may not even have the last drop
without which our soul cannot depart.
Yet these flocks of sails move on
and on and on...
This is enough for today, Kishore. Let's turn back the boat, Subol.
Look!
The headman of Ujaninagar himself has come.
Let's see your catch.
You're doing well, lads.
But don't stay here for long. Finish your business and go home.
Kalipur is on the other side. We have a quarrel with them.
There's news that they will create a stir after the Holi festival.
We hear, sir, that your Spring festival is very colorful.
We'd like to see it before we go.
And in case of a fight, we'll be on your side.
We, too, are fishermen.
The Kalipur toughs are here.
Get some water quickly. Your girl has fainted.
Here's your daughter. Take her.
Mother...
Who was that?
I couldn't see his face.
Is it true that your village is an ideal one?
Are there people from different castes and educated folk too?
We'd like to have closer ties.
We're poor folk. Will it be befitting for you to forge relations with us?
We are poor too.
What sort of ties?
Ties of friendship. Between us.
Fine. It's accepted.
Not merely with words. But with song and dance, and binding gifts.
What does that mean?
Come, change your clothes.
The headman is calling you.
My wife would like a word with you.
Beloved bride, how shall l adorn you?
- Should they exchange garlands now? - Yes.
I am so unfortunate. The bridegroom will be leaving soon.
Here...
You can have a formal wedding when you get home.
Exchange garlands for now.
Here...
Take it, please.
Come here.
Give it to her.
Here... Take it.
Give it to him.
Son, don't be restless. Embark on your journey in peace.
Don't forget us.
I bequeath you to him.
Beloved bride, how shall l adorn you?
Wake up, Radha! The Suk Sari bird sings.
How long will you sleep, Radha, on this shore?
This is your father-in-law. Touch his feet.
You've got the bride. Formalize your wedding in your village.
She's now your companion in your life, your work,
in this world and the next.
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