Allow me to tell you a
romantic story of a young man and his journey of making his impossible dream,
possible. This is a true story. Within the age of 25, this man had
already been the Head Boy/School-Captain in High School, achieved the
University Education and a highly-paying, high-status and future-secure
job in Bharath (India): A Class One Officer, in the Indian Government
Service! Getting such a job is a dream-come-true, for any ‘general’ Indian man;
especially when even his father pledged it impossible for him to make it at the
ultimate overall-selection of a youth, in all fields of mind, body & soul- the
SSB Interviews, done for getting selected in the Military as an officer.
This man secured 2nd position in all India merit. There were many major
medical hurdles in front of him: he was short sighted with -4.5 D and -4.75
D and after two rounds of major ‘eye-lens cutting’ Russian operations, he could
get what was minimum requirement 6/6. He was underweight by 11 Kgs, and he had
thyroid swellings. Thus a major operation followed, cutting most part of his
neck and he took injections to increase weight. After clearing all these
hurdles, the Military Doctors thought that he gets hyper and sent him to
psychologists amounting to non-clearing of the medical exams, but he cleared
that too and joined, the Military.
He wanted to serve his country and Humanity and the best job in
India, provided him none. He quit all including family, friends,
security, money and his past 25 ½ years and came to Calcutta (now
Kolkata), which according to an Indian PM Rajiv Gandhi, was a dying city.
After spending a lavish life with 5-Star food-living-travelling, living in
private beach-side bungalows and an fully Air-Conditioned life; in Calcutta he
chose a complete contrast life- poverty, cheapest food mostly once a day,
walking long distances, nightmares of shoe-less over-crowded bus travels
and extreme hard work.
He started doing Film studies in the American Library USIS, Nandan Film
Library, working at Mother Teresa’s home for dying destitute at Kalighat as a
volunteer, learning Indian Classical Vocal and Western Classical Piano and
teaching high school students, to earn a little money to pay rents for
small room shared by working men and students. Within a year in Calcutta, he got
selected to the esteemed SRFTI, Satyajit Ray Film & TV Institute, for learning
‘Film Direction’ and ‘Screenplay Writing’ which in place of a 3 year stretched
to a 5+ year course due to administration and political tug-of-war. This at
least suited him well, as he could continue do all the work he was doing at the
Howrah Railway Station picking up dying-destitute taking to hospitals and
Missionaries of Charity homes and also working in other Charitable Organizations
with prostitute-children and street-children, along with the studies at SRFTI.
For him with a camera, knowing what to shoot was more
important than knowing how to shoot.
Students and younger teachers felt that he was unsuitable to direct or write
films, as he wouldn’t party late nights, campaign against the Chairman, Dean or
Director of the film School, smoke grass or booze or do other so called
‘art-boosters’. He was expected to be a wall-flower in the Diploma Film or make
compromises which were unacceptable for him. After a huge thing at 1AM on a cold
winter night, which became the front page news on Christmas Eve in Sunday Times,
he quit SRFTI, never to join back in spite of repeated requests. By the time the
students made their Diploma Films, he made his first Film “My Karma” which
became talk-of-the-town and won many International awards especially for Film
Direction & Screenplay Writing.
Cutting a big story shot, at the same time when his first film was a hot
property he was on the verge of starting “Aamar Nijer My Own Inc.” dedicated
to the unloved, uncared, friendless and lonely people on Earth. He wanted to
start a school for Educating Extremely Poor Muslim Children & making their Women
Self-Dependent in the most feared neighborhood of India, in Kolkata: in
the ‘Torture Lane’ of the Butcher’s Colony. He wanted to hire good
teachers & caretakers and continue with his film-making career to serve humanity
and his country. No one came to join him, fearing death; in spite of huge
money-offers!! He then decided to postpone his film career and
concentrate on the work at the Butchers’ Lane Slum and that extremely
challenging and impossible work, consumed nearly a decade which is a
different story, unsuitable here.
Now again after gathering nearly a decade of all this huge Multi Billion
Dollar experience, he has decided to venture back to