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Elegant Sharmila Thakur for her Versatile activities
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In celluloid’s embrace, her tale unfurled,
Sharmila danced, a luminescent pearl.
With Ray’s “Apur Sansar,” her journey ignited,
A star’s ascent, her destiny invited.
The ’70s adorned her, a leading light,
Her prowess gleamed, a cinematic flight.
National Festivals lauded her grace,
“Mousam,” “Aradhana,” her trophy embrace.
Mansur Ali Khan adorned her heart’s trove,
Their legacy etched, a familial treasure trove.
Saif and Soha, kin of cinematic flair,
Kareena, their constellation, shining rare.
Censor Board’s helm she gracefully held,
UNICEF’s envoy, compassion compelled.
Jury duty at the Film Fest’s domain,
Her wisdom and vision, a cinematic reign.
Padma Bhushan adorned her brow’s grace,
India’s honor, in life’s prestigious race.
Elegance personified, her story unfolds,
Sharmila, in beauty, and wisdom, beholds.
In the tapestry of time, her legacy’s spun,
A luminary’s glow, never to be undone.
Her spirit, a beacon, in cinematic skies,
Guiding hearts, where aspirations arise.
With each accolade, a testament told,
Of talent, resilience, and stories bold.
Her life’s canvas painted with hues so bright,
A muse to many, in art’s resplendent light.
May her days ahead, a symphony unfold,
Notes of triumph, and narratives untold.
For Sharmila Tagore, in life’s grand scheme,
A timeless saga, a radiant dream.
May her journey onward, in serenity’s embrace,
A life adorned with dignity, poise, and grace.
With each chapter, her legacy shall thrive,
Eternally engraved, where stars and dreams colide.
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Mahanayak Uttam Kumar of the Silver Screen
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In Kolkata’s heart, Ahiritola’s birth,
A legend emerged, touching heaven and earth,
Uttam Kumar, his name etched in gold,
A tale of brilliance, on cinema’s fold.
From actor to producer, director to more,
A multi-faceted gem, his talents did soar,
With pen and with song, he weaved tales anew,
Brought characters to life, emotions he drew.
Mahanayak they hailed, a title so grand,
Bengali cinema’s heart, he did command,
On history’s stage, he left an indelible mark,
Uttam Kumar’s legacy, a radiant spark.
With Suchitra Sen, his chemistry did blaze,
Supriya Devi’s grace, in his movies, we gaze,
Sabitri Chatterjee, a muse by his side,
In celluloid symphonies, their talents collide.
Five National Awards, his triumph did shine,
1968’s honor, a moment divine,
Anthony Firingee, Chiriyakhana’s grace,
In the hall of fame, his name found its place.
Nayak, a masterpiece by Ray’s guiding hand,
Chowringhee’s allure, in Pinaki’s command,
Saptapadi’s vows, a love story pure,
Uttam Kumar’s presence, forever endure.
Autobiography penned, his journey unveiled,
Aamar Aami’s essence, his life detailed,
Grihadaha’s mysteries, Antony’s poetic fire,
Agnishwar’s passion, a blazing desire.
Nishi Padma’s bloom, in Arabinda’s embrace,
Stree’s enigma, Salil Dutta did trace,
Sanyasi Raja’s throne, Piyush Bose led,
In each silver frame, Uttam Kumar spread.
Though years have passed, and time has flown,
Uttam Kumar’s brilliance forever shown,
Bengali cinema’s heart, Mahanayak’s reign,
In every heart’s theater, he’ll forever remain.
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Discovery of Chunibala Devi
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A tale spun by Satyajit Ray’s own words,
Just as Uttam Kumar in “Nayak” soared,
Chunibala Devi, her presence vital,
For “Pather Panchali,” a story so vital.
In the role of Indir Thakrun, we see,
Chunibala Devi, an international glee,
India’s first actor to earn such fame,
A legend attached to her very name.
Little known to many, this tale untold,
About Chunibala Devi, a story to unfold,
Today, before you, I present this lore,
Of Chunibala Devi, forevermore.
When “Pather Panchali” took its flight,
Harihar, Sarbajaya, and Durga’s light,
In all these roles, actors were found,
Except for Indir, an actress yet unfound.
Searched high and low, Ray sought her grace,
Aging, weathered, in a different space,
Chunibala Devi, a seasoned star,
Fitting the role, near and far.
In a village small, on a path obscure,
Chunibala Devi, calm and demure,
Satyajit Ray appeared one day,
At her doorstep, he had his say.
Years ago, in a small movie scene,
Chunibala Devi’s act was seen,
Satyajit Ray inquired with care,
Could you play Indir, if you dare?
Chunibala, her dentures out wide,
Smiled and replied with joyous pride,
“Of course, I can,” her voice did sing,
With a grin, she embraced the thing.
“Can you sing as Indir, my dear?”
Satyajit asked, his intentions clear,
Chunibala sang, “The day has waned,
Evening falls, my heart’s restrained…”
The song, her voice, touched his heart,
Satyajit was moved, a work of art,
Recording her voice, a memory cast,
Chunibala’s presence, a role steadfast.
“Pather Panchali” on screen did grace,
A journey of love, life’s intricate maze,
In 1952, it took its first stride,
Three years to create, a cinematic ride.
In Manila, the world would then acclaim,
Chunibala Devi, a celebrated name,
But she couldn’t witness her praise,
Before the release, she’d left her days.
Satyajit sensed, before the mirth,
Chunibala Devi’s significant worth,
To her house, projector in hand,
He showed her the film, so grand.
Chunibala saw herself on the screen,
A role she’d played, a heartfelt scene,
Moved, Satyajit stood beside,
For his masterpiece, he’d taken a ride.
The ultimate surprise, a radiant dawn,
Manila Film Festival, her honor drawn,
Chunibala Devi, in revered name,
India’s first, international acclaim.
But alas, she’d passed away,
Before she could in Manila sway,
If only Chunibala still could be,
Today she’d turn a hundred and fifty.
So today, we remember her with grace,
Chunibala Devi, a cherished embrace,
In Indir Thakrun’s role, she’ll forever shine,
A story of talent, now eternally entwined
