For the ‘First Person’ in my life – Rituparno Ghosh

Rituparno Ghosh

I have never met him in person. We interacted on Twitter often. I often wondered what won me the honour of being among the priviledged 733 whom the iconic Bengali followed on Twitter. The person who can answer the question is no more. Was it just a Twitter relationship that numbed me on 30 May, 2013? Or did the relationship go back 13 years in history to 2000, when I first watched his film Hirer Angti?

It might seem strange to people, that one can break down at the news of someone’s death – someone he has never met in life, a celebrity. Distant, to many. His films communicated. His shots spoke to me. His dialogues friended me; his music made me fall in love with him. And all those tumultuous times when you had to face your own self to come to terms with your sexuality, he was like the guiding star…

8:45 AM on 30 May, 2013. As I stepped into office, I habitually logged into ABP News website to read the headlines from Bengal. Yes, I was away from Kolkata, in Bangalore, cocooned in my office cubicle. But my soul was weeping, like the rain drops that swept away all happiness from the City of Joy. Tears came naturally to me. A member of my family was no more. Bonds that had no definition lay shattered. He had no right to leave, without even saying the final goodbye.

In 2010, I had the opportunity to meet him. I used to write for an online magazine, for which I had to interview him, in light of his debut in acting with the film Arekti Premer Golpo. Although initially excited, I developed cold feet. How would I face the man, who occupies the highest chair in my heart after Tagore? How would I even speak before him; I have learnt the art of writing (whatever little I can manage) thanks to his screenplays! How would I face the man whose persona was so powerful that it would overbear your senses? I couldn’t. I lost a chance I would regret for the rest of my life.

Last night I was listening to his audio diary. It felt like he was sitting right next to me, sharing his innermost thoughts. Reality dawned in the morning. He is just another date on the calendar for news channels to air Features, movie channels to stream special packages and bloggers to post tributes!

But for every sigh that escapes my heart, I miss you, Ritu da. I really do.

Bonomali tumi, poro jonome hoyo radha….


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About Agnivo Niyogi

Typical Aantel, reader, blogger, news addict, opinionated. Digital media enthusiast. Didi fanboi. Joy Bangla!

Posted on May 30, 2014, in Personal Musings and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Agnivo, how could you write such a piece? Something that touched the soul and brought tears to the eyes. I sat motionless for a while, unable to think… the memories of May 30, 2013 flooded my heart…. I am perhaps still in a denial phase… I don’t want to live the fact that Ritu da is no more…. Our feelings have always been identical, and that is the reason, why we share such a special bonding…. and this goes without saying, that Ritu da had been a guiding star to me and many others like you… I rediscovered Tagore through him, I realised no one understood women better than him… Agnivo thank you for bringing back the memories of Ritu da… thank you so much


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