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A video shared in our school WhatsApp group recently stirred nostalgia. It featured an interview with veteran actor Sharmila Tagore, renowned for her elegance and grace. As an alumna of our school, Loreto Convent, Asansol, she holds a special place in our hearts.

In the interview, when asked about childhood crushes Tagore candidly admitted to one. She recalled a tall, handsome, blue-eyed German boy named Wolfgang Lahmeyer from St. Patrick's School, located adjacent to hers. Their interactions were limited to exchanging glances near the shared school gate and a brief encounter during a school social event before he returned to Germany.

For us, this common gate was a landmark where many sweet memories blossomed between students from both schools. Some classmates shared additional details: Wolfgang had a rival named Tublu Dutt. Their competition for Sharmila’s attention led to several altercations, with Wolfgang warning Tublu to stay away. Eventually, the school principal intervened, and Tublu moved to to another school in Darjeeling.

Although both schools were in Asansol, Sharmila and Wolfgang resided in the neighboring town of Burnpur. A beautiful park there, formerly known as Lahmeyer Park (now Nehru Park), was named after Wolfgang's father. He had personally designed and overseen its construction. He later retired as the general manager of the IISCO plant and was, coincidentally, my father's reporting authority.

Link to the interview: 
https://fb.watch/vKpx7KL2Bz/

I might have crossed 90 but my memory continues to serve me right. Quite expectedly, memories of the bygone days haunt me all the time. Cinema took up the lion’s share of entertainment during those days. My mother and aunts had a great fondness for the movies. Watching one film was part of the weekly schedule. Post-screening discussions would give so much of pleasure. We had family ties with director Rajen Tarafder. That’s how I got the opportunity to watch a shooting of his. The film was titled ‘Akash Chhonya’. Supriya Devi was cast in the lead. I can’t remember which studio I had gone to watch this shooting. Supriya Devi was dressed in a saffron coloured sari. She wore it the way it is worn for rough and regular use. Her makeup was not loud at all.Shooting continued for a while. Her co-actor was Dilip Mukhopadhyay. I overheard Supriya Devi saying: “Rajenda, it’s taking time for me to get into the mood!” The shooting was stalled. This went on for a while. That’s when I decided to leave. While walking out, I saw Uttam Kumar entering the studio. How handsome he looked! My biggest regret in life was that I was in such a hurry to leave that I didn’t go up to speak to Uttam Kumar. Even now I like to watch his movies on television. It’s difficult for me to go to a theatre now but my love for the movies has remained the same.

B engal Film Archive has rekindled my childhood memories. I grew up in our Mahim Halder Street house in Kalighat. Rabi Ghosh’s ancestral residence was very close to our house. During our childhood, I have seen Rabi Ghosh and Anubha Gupta from very close quarters. I was awe-struck by her big red bindi and curly hair. She was very fond of kids too and we would often land up in her house to play.During winters, our biggest attraction was the badminton matches of filmstars at the Kalighat High School playground. The ground was just opposite our house and I have often seen Samit Bhanja, Chinmoy Roy and Rabi Ghosh play badminton there. Matches were won and lost but for onlookers like us, it was a win-win situation all the way. While on movies, I also remember another filmi incident. It was the premiere of “Datta” at the Indira cinema. The film had released in June 1976. We were waiting outside Indira for the next show when we saw Soumitra Chattopadhyay coming out. Awe-struck, I stood there along with my uncle and aunt. Clad in a dhoti-punjabi, Soumitra Chatterjee stood there amid the audience and spoke to anyone who went up to him. My aunt was one of the lucky few to exchange pleasantries with him. The memories of my tryst with Tollywood will remain forever.

I feel, our generation is left with ruins, remnants of which make us feel scattered and aimless in this vicious cycle of life. The screen, we seem to know now, is rather a medium resting on survival instinct of human evolution. Change is bound to happen, but we don't know how to comprehend this change. 
The screen doesn't speak to us, yet we expect the screen to speak back. Speaking of which, the screen being a part and parcel of the cultural heritage, it's only a replica of thought with more delusional pride rather than imagination and dreams. Extinction could never be soul-less. It is constructed. Was it a conscious choice? Ambiguity is the only choice left to us. We are parted away yet connected with the umbilical cords of the past. Such is the strangeness of existence! 
I live in Uttarpara, Hooghly. I don't have any personal connection with any single theatre, but I have heard numerous stories of matinee shows. My mother, grandmother and all the other women of the household would watch cinema on a regular basis while handling the work of a big joint family...  the screen was part of their life. That’s the only connection I found is this 'memory' that was, and is still passing onto our generation. The memory flows. I don't feel a gap here rather a thread that connects us in the most capacious way. 
There were many screen theatres here, such as Dipak cinema hall and Gouri cinema hall. They are now recognised as ghostly houses. Yet, people still convey their address with these landmarks. It is still a destination, maybe to nowhere or maybe to the memory of its existence in the past. These screen theatres were very impactful in the everyday life of those times. It shaped people in a certain way. It is nostalgia bonding us through time with shoals of depth.

A n easy click on the ‘Studios’ section of Bengal Film Archive’s (BFA) newly launched website takes one to a copiously documented page inscribed with the names of key Bengali film studios of the bygone era. The first name that crops up on this list  is ‘Aurora Studio’ — a later-day offshoot of the producer/distributor company Aurora Cinema located in Calcutta.

Film scholar Ranita Chatterjee discusses the seminal role played by Aurora especially during the Silent Era in the global circulation of Indian cinema, not limited to Hindu/Urdu films alone, to far-flung albeit colonially connected regions like the Dutch East Indies and Malaya that veritably challenges the customary understanding of Indian films as national cinema and the Bombay Film Industry as its uncontested epicentre. Evidently, this illustrates the crucial contribution of an obscure company towards aiding one’s understanding of the history of Indian cinema in a more nuanced manner, thereby underscoring the dire necessity of documenting both the small and the big players in all regional film industries and, by extension, those in Bengal. BFA sets out to achieve just this.

Opened to the public on April 15, 2023 — the noboborsho or Bengali New Year — BFA risks being charged with that notorious stagnating nostalgia that Bengalis have been accused of for quite some time now. However, such a judgment would be myopic, failing to appreciate the immense diligence with which BFA has gleaned and compiled information not just about popular, glamorous, and frequently reminisced participants like Suchitra Sen, Sandhya Mukhopadhyay, and Satyajit Ray but also that on lesser-known aspects like laboratories and film societies. Indeed, BFA’s efforts of addressing the archival lacuna that haunts one of the biggest film-producing nations of the world aligns it with the aims that led to the foundation of the National Film Archive of India (NFAI) in 1964. Much like the latter, BFA too offers a valuable repository of eclectic data to budding filmmakers and scholars as the Bengali director Atanu Ghosh propounds.

The digital nature of BFA increases its accessibility manifold. NFAI itself has been digitalizing its materials since 2008, though in all likelihood prompted only by the 2003 archival fire that consumed some of its oldest artefacts. Particularly the 2020 pandemic called attention to the pressing need for reliable online sources of information. Its marginalization as a regional film industry and the dearth of sustained academic work on it meant that hitherto the handful of researchers working on Bengal’s cinematic history had to depend on what scholar Kuhu Tanvir calls the pirate economy, referring to the post 1990s proliferation of illegal online content that despite its creative impulses remains relatively suspect because of its unverifiability, exacerbated by its lack of self-reflexivity about its archival contribution.

While the depth of details available on BFA still have many ways to go, its commitment to authenticity supports researchers with a far more trustworthy online source that explicitly identifies itself as a gradually updating archive.

BFA’s bilingual nature seems to have its eye on both global and local readership, thus keeping its arena of critical engagement expansive. The sheer variety of its sections bears testimony to its dedication to a holistic understanding of the Bengali cinematic culture. Besides sections on ‘Filmography’ (under separate sub-sections of Silent and Talkie), ‘Personalities’, ‘Institutions’, and ‘Showhouses’, the special space it provides to the oft-ignored genre of documentaries demonstrates its acute awareness about critical gaps. Its ‘Don’t Miss’ section, on the other hand, emerges as a site of meta-archiving with long and short form articles on Bengal’s cinema. Recognizing that the circulation of films was never restricted to pecan rolls of films but equally depended on tabloids speculating about the heterosocial world of movies, BFA has been exhaustively listing magazines and bibliographic publications (under ‘Memorabilia’), collection of photographs (under ‘Rare Gems’), and even the brands that Bengali celebrities have gone on to endorse (under ‘Starry Brands’). Certainly, the video essays that the website offers under ‘Our Films’ exemplifies BFA’s ability to productively offer a cinematic experience of the history of Bengali films instead of only describing it in words. If BFA’s categorizations threaten it with a possible disciplining regime, what precludes such a restrictive order is the importance it gives to memory as a parallel source of archiving, besides documented history. This is offered by its ‘Your Forum’ section where the readers are invited to share their personal experience of Bengal’s growing cinematic history,

Challenging the bifurcation between the public archive and the private collection. Its anecdotal nature acts as an ethical deconstructive force that bestows the site with greater inclusivity. Indeed, both the ‘Then & Now’ and ‘House of Memories’ sections comprise apparently black and white photographs that take on coloured hues once the cursor is placed on them, visibly inviting a touching motion, even if virtually, of these artefacts, in opposition to the strict non-tampering precautions of typical archives. BFA also augments the interactive experience of the viewers through its ‘Playzone’, consisting of trivia and crosswords. Clearly, the cinephile remains at the centre of this archive which acknowledges that preservation is not just about keeping the original intact but also encouraging active engagement with the same. While till now, BFA has only attended to collating information about legal film operations, one hopes that with time it would also try to address underhand practices in the Bengal film industry.

Today, we live in a society that heavily depends on visual sensations for imagining its future. Since its building blocks are derived from its visual cultures of the past, of which cinema forms a major part, it remains imperative for us to adequately understand this history and BFA effectively leads us in this direction.