A River Called Titas (তিতাস একটি নদীর নাম)

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.