Parabash-A Story of Migration: Chakori Mitra

Parabash, written in 1975, was a story about a forfeited man who came all the way from a remote place of Bengal to the city of joy to accumulate some joy to his life. It was the time when people from native places of Bengal was coming to the capital, craving for a better life as there were least opportunities in villages, just an anchor – all they need to start a new life. It could be one room apartment or an asylum to any relative’s place. As the time pass by their native place and relations took underneath place in their conscious, soon it went to their unconscious.

Gajamadhab belongs to that generation. After 36yrs his landlord managed to get rid of him – that’s how the story begins. Last 36yrs he had only this room to share his loneliness. He left his ancestral house, his ladylove there at his village. She wrote many letters for sharing the condition of abandoned memories to Gajamadhab, asking for his home coming. Nothing materialized, sometimes for social reasons or some time for personal economical constraint he wasn’t able to make it. Slowly significant one became insignificant in his life. Letters stopped. A man became totally rootless and family-friend less. He has no option to look back.

New friends developed in his building where he was staying for the last 36yrs and now he has to leave the place. He packed his bag & baggage to leave. Some neighbors are not happy about this extraction. They are helping him in last minute packing. People are coming to meet him for the last time. But all are scared about land lord, nobody wants to offend him. Gajamadhab had made only oneSnap 2 mistake, being single lied that he is married. That is the main reason which went wrong against the principle of the land lord who already decided another tenant for the room. A young girl who wants to settle down with her beloved. They came to stay there, but the room is still not vacant. Gajamadhab slowly develop good talking relationship with her, and trying to alert her about the condition of the house. It’s just time kill process. Whatever the flaws he has marked all in vain. It’s because of the fact that he has nobody left in his native place. He was asking his neighbors to share him a square-feet place, but nobody is ready. As friendliness develop with the lady, he was sharing lot of qualities with her and she also started to respect him like a father figure. It was a beautiful moment when a rootless man and an orphan lady sharing their inner self. There are so many such feelings are alike. The lady was trying to portray the picture of family and her own house.

Gajamadhab is again and again lying about his family and relatives to the lady. It seems that, it is difficult for him to make himself understand that he has no connection left in his life. He just wants to grab the room as it’s his last companion, his only identity; so he is just trying to kill the time by telling her different problem about the room or about life itself. He just needed one reason to stay back. When everything revealed he had nothing to say, he just realized that how lonely and lost man he is. He had dream about his family and house and all. He only shared that with the lady. Now he is facing the reality of ‘lost everything’. Now he has no other option of ‘time kill’.

Only a human being who has never seen family can understand and feel the pain of losing everything. The lady that’s Samar Das & Monoj Mitrawhy felt the pain and stood for him even at the cost of her only significant relationship. He might stay with her or may left the place for the sake of the lady. It ended on that note of sharing the pain and the value of human relationship. All actors have tremendous potential and there is no question mark about that. Each and every character has given different dimension to another. The whole play is in a comic note, audience just can’t feel heavy till the last scene. Last scene between Gajamadhab and the lady is the gemstone of the whole play. I have no potential to say anything about Mr. Manoj Mitra, not even other actors, but the character which one can fall in love with it is Mayuri Ghosh. When you’ll come out of the show mainly two characters will dominate the mind- Gajamadhab and lady.

Group Theater has a commendable history of its subjects. With the advent of new eras it has changed it self every time. Writing about Group Theatre is not an easy task. It’s a place where so many things have been told in a little place, in front of a live audience. It’s a birth place of new ideologies, great actors; they have their own voice of social revolution. Snap 4

‘Parabash’ depicted such a story where every person who is suffering through an identity crisis, the crisis of losing own place. The story may be written 40yr back but it is still relevant even today. Migration is such an object which has a wide spread effect in our social-lives. It is falling in from a town to the main city, from a village to the metro city or from one country to another. People are leaving their root for the sake of better living or only for living. Is this a craving for a dazzling life which is projected by the several medium to the society? Or still the remote places are not that much developed for living or the places are becoming inhabitable? People are losing their place, and soon their old self.

Cross-cultural mingling might giving a new strata to the society but above all human relationships are the most worthy treasure of life. That’s the accentuate fact of the play – humanity stood with its head high, that’s the gain of human civilization from all the time.

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