{"id":132,"date":"2026-08-02T02:25:40","date_gmt":"2026-08-02T02:25:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/raisulsohan.com\/en\/?p=132"},"modified":"2026-08-02T02:25:40","modified_gmt":"2026-08-02T02:25:40","slug":"simana-periye","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/raisulsohan.com\/en\/simana-periye\/","title":{"rendered":"Across the Boundary: The Politics of Lines in the Sand"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"On the night of November 12, 1970, the deadliest cyclone in recorded human history struck the coast. The Bhola Cyclone. A ten-meter storm surge swept over the low-lying coastal islands of the delta. Between three hundred thousand and five hundred thousand people died. To this day, no one has been able to provide an exact reckoning. For the names of those who perished were never entered into any ledger.<\/span><\/p>\n

Three months later, a brief news item appeared in a Dhaka newspaper: on an offshore sandbar south of Barisal, a man and a woman had been discovered alive. In a near-feral, primeval state. They had survived there for three months.<\/span><\/p>\n

Many read the report. Most dismissed it as a miraculous tale of survival and promptly forgot it. Alamgir Kabir was the exception. In that dispatch, he saw what no one else did. He saw a question: if someone from the topmost tier of society and someone from the very bottom\u2014between whom centuries-old walls had stood\u2014were cast onto a shore where there were no police, no courts, and no kin to uphold that division, would the wall still stand?<\/span><\/p>\n

He spent five years searching for the answer. The result was his 1977 masterpiece, Simana Periye<\/em> (Across the Boundary<\/em>).<\/span><\/p>\n

A Boy Who Learned Carpentry<\/span><\/h1>\n

To understand this film, one must know something of Alamgir Kabir.<\/span><\/p>\n

At Dhaka Collegiate School in those days, alongside standard academic studies, students had to choose a vocational subject. Among the options was carpentry. Boys arriving with dreams of bourgeois education avoided it like the plague\u2014who would voluntarily go to learn the trade of a woodworker? Alamgir Kabir chose it. He swallowed the taunts of his classmates and learned the craft. We know of this through Syed Shamsul Haq, his senior at that very school.<\/span><\/p>\n

Twenty-five years later, Alamgir Kabir directed a film whose central visual sequence is a man building two huts atop a desolate hill with his own bare hands. A coincidence, perhaps. I have never thought so.<\/span><\/p>\n

After completing his degree in physics at Dhaka University, he went to Oxford to study electrical engineering. There, he watched Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal<\/em>. Not once, but repeatedly. That film diverted the riverbed of his life. While ostensibly studying engineering, he began immersing himself in courses on film history and aesthetics.<\/span><\/p>\n

The events that followed read like cinema itself. He joined the Communist Party of Great Britain. He took up journalism at the party organ, the Daily Worker<\/em>. In the sixties, he traveled to Cuba, underwent guerrilla warfare training, and interviewed Fidel Castro. He participated in the liberation struggles of Palestine and Algeria. Algeria was still a French colony then; the French authorities imprisoned him for months. When he returned home in 1966, the Pakistan government arrested him, only to release him under diplomatic pressure due to his British citizenship.<\/span><\/p>\n

In 1971, he was head of the English section of Swadhin Bangla Betar Kendra. “This is Radio Bangladesh, Mujibnagar”\u2014spoken in an impeccable, resonant British accent\u2014was his voice. He was chief reporter for the Provisional Government. He was co-director and the narrator of Zahir Raihan’s seminal documentary Stop Genocide<\/em>. While working on that film near the Malda border, he and Zahir Raihan unknowingly walked straight through an active minefield. Those who had taken that route before them had been blown to pieces.<\/span><\/p>\n

On January 20, 1989, returning from Bogra, Alamgir Kabir died when a reckless truck struck his vehicle at Nagarbarighat ferry terminal, plunging his car into the river. His disciples included Tanvir Mokammel, Tareque Masud, and Morshedul Islam. His beloved student Tareque Masud would also perish in a road accident decades later.<\/span><\/p>\n

When a man who has undergone guerrilla training, survived colonial prison, and walked through minefields sits down to make a love story, it ceases to be a mere love story.<\/span><\/p>\n

Who Draws the Line<\/span><\/h1>\n

Let me summarize the narrative briefly. Tina is the daughter of a zamindar lineage; having finished her studies in Dhaka, she is set to leave for London within two months for higher education. She has traveled with her mother to their ancestral village manor for a short holiday. Kalu is a fisherman, a sampan rower, afflicted with a stutter. From their very first encounter, Kalu stares at Tina with an unnerving, piercing gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

Why he stares, Tina discovers shortly after. For the crime of defaulted land taxes, Tina\u2019s grandfather had ordered Kalu\u2019s father and grandfather burned alive.<\/span><\/p>\n

That very night, the great surge strikes. Everything is washed away. When Kalu regains consciousness, he finds his sampan stranded on the sands of an unfamiliar island; the boy who was with him is dead. Searching for fresh water, he finds the zamindar’s daughter lying unconscious on the shore.<\/span><\/p>\n

There are no other human souls on the island. Once Tina grasps this reality, the terror that grips her is neither the dread of venomous snakes nor the fear of starvation. It is the fear of Kalu. She assumes the boy will now exact bloody revenge for the murder of his forebears.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here, an ancient convention of Greek tragedy operates. In Aeschylus\u2019s Oresteia<\/em>, Orestes avenges his father by slaying his mother, only to be relentlessly hounded by the Erinyes\u2014the Furies of blood vengeance. The debt of blood descends from generation to generation; none escape it. Tina is not actually afraid of Kalu the individual; she is terrified of a myth. She has accepted as an axiom that blood can only be redeemed with blood.<\/span><\/p>\n

Kalu does not seek revenge. He hauls Tina up the hill using ropes, carves out a path in the red earth, and constructs two separate shelters. Then, drawing a line in the sand between the two dwellings, he instructs Tina: Do not cross this line.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

From this line comes the film’s title.<\/span><\/p>\n

And this line constitutes the film’s hidden political lexicon.<\/span><\/p>\n

For in this film, lines are drawn twice. The first was drawn by Tina\u2019s grandfather: the demarcation of feudal rent, the border of the zamindari estate, beyond which two human beings were burned to ashes. The second was drawn by Kalu: with bare hands, in the shifting sand, without legal deeds, without armed henchmen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Between the two lines lies a singular difference: the first was drawn to take; the second was drawn to surrender.<\/span><\/p>\n

In 1755, writing on the origins of inequality, Jean-Jacques Rousseau remarked that the first man who enclosed a piece of land and said “This is mine,” and found people simple enough to believe him, was the true founder of civil society’s crimes and miseries. Kalu draws the first line on that island, yes\u2014but he encloses himself, not the land. He turns the inaugural declaration of private property inside out.<\/span><\/p>\n

Inverting the Lakshman Rekha<\/span><\/h1>\n

In later and regional recensions of the Ramayana, there is a scene absent from Valmiki’s original text. When Rama sets off in pursuit of the golden deer, Sita sends Lakshmana to search for him. Before departing, Lakshmana carves a protective boundary around their hermitage and commands Sita: Do not cross this line.<\/em> Ravana, disguised as an ascetic mendicant, refuses to receive alms from inside the perimeter; Sita steps across the boundary, and is abducted.<\/span><\/p>\n

This Lakshman Rekha<\/em> has become one of the most toxic metaphors in the subcontinent. To this day, whenever society seeks to police the mobility and autonomy of women, it invokes this very phrase: remain within the line and you are safe; step beyond it and calamity strikes. A man draws the line; a woman is compelled to obey it; and outside the line lurks another predatory male.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sitting in 1977, Alamgir Kabir turned this line completely on its head\u2014and I doubt whether even he fully realized the radicalism of what he had done.<\/span><\/p>\n

Kalu\u2019s line is not drawn to protect Sita from an external Ravana. Kalu drew the line to protect Tina from Kalu himself. He regarded himself as the potential Ravana, and so he besieged his own desires. And in the film’s most luminous scene\u2014when Tina wakes to find Kalu standing outside his hut weeping, and as she moves toward him, Kalu halts her with a broken voice, crying: What if I touch you? What if I bite you?<\/em>\u2014that is the day Tina decides to cross the line.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the Ramayana, crossing the line destroys the woman. In Simana Periye<\/em>, crossing the line saves both human beings.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then they wed. No qazi, no priest, no patriarchs, no witnesses. Only the exchange of wildflower garlands. In the entire history of Bengali cinema, I cannot recall another marriage so stripped of ritual, so bare, so completely founded upon the autonomous decision of two human souls.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Hidden Cruelty of Curing a Stutter<\/span><\/h1>\n

Kalu stutters. His words hitch in his throat. The conventional reading of this impediment is the silencing of the working class: those denied the right to speak lose sovereignty over their own tongues. A valid reading. In Majid Majidi’s Baran<\/em>, the Afghan refugee girl does not utter a single word of dialogue, for the exact same thematic reason.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet in Simana Periye<\/span><\/i>, a scene follows that invites a far more unsettling interpretation. Tina corrects Kalu\u2019s stutter. She rectifies his spoken dialect.<\/span><\/p>\n

It is easy to read this as an act of emancipation. But another reading is unavoidable: the moment Kalu learns to speak in Tina\u2019s language, his voice returns, yes\u2014but no longer in his own mother tongue. The class that once burned his ancestors now asserts hegemony over his very syntax. The tenderest scene in the film doubles as a subtle colonial appropriation: alongside love, language itself is colonized. Kalu\u2019s voice returns, but it returns tuned to another’s pitch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Placing this scene alongside Alamgir Kabir\u2019s own life reveals an astonishing mirror. He himself broadcast the news of Bangladesh’s liberation war over Swadhin Bangla Betar Kendra in impeccable British English. His seminal books on cinema\u2014Cinema in Pakistan<\/em>, Film in Bangladesh<\/em>\u2014were all written in English. Consequently, the very people whom he sought to educate in cinema could not read his critical writings. For decades, those texts lay forgotten; only recently have passionate young writers begun translating them into Bengali.<\/span><\/p>\n

Whether Alamgir Kabir, revered as the ‘Chalachittracharya’, wrote this scene consciously or not I do not know; looking back, it seems that through Kalu\u2019s stutter, he may have unwittingly inscribed his own linguistic alienation.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Flag and Sisyphus<\/span><\/h1>\n

Tina\u2019s initial impulse on the island was to seek rescue. She wrote messages on banana leaves, tucked them inside glass vials, and cast them into the ocean currents. She fashioned an SOS flag, gave it to Kalu, and instructed him to stand on the hilltop and wave it whenever a vessel appeared on the horizon.<\/span><\/p>\n

A ship appears. Kalu waves the flag. The ship sails past.<\/span><\/p>\n

Another ship appears. Kalu waves again. It sails away.<\/span><\/p>\n

In Albert Camus’s The Myth of Sisyphus<\/em>, he spoke of the mythical figure condemned by the gods to roll a boulder up a mountain for all eternity, only to watch it roll back down the moment it neared the summit. Camus’s famous conclusion was that we must imagine Sisyphus happy, for the struggle toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

Kalu grows weary of waving the flag. Camus would have halted there. Alamgir Kabir did not halt. He depicted the next step, which is infinitely more terrifying.<\/span><\/p>\n

One day, Tina flings the flag away.<\/span><\/p>\n

For by then, she has realized: to be rescued is to return, and to return means this union cannot survive. Society will not tolerate it; family will tear it apart. Sisyphus ceases rolling the stone. Sisyphus chooses to remain at the foot of the mountain.<\/span><\/p>\n

Crusoe as Friday<\/span><\/h1>\n

In the film, Tina explicitly references Robinson Crusoe. In Daniel Defoe\u2019s 1719 novel, an English castaway survives twenty-eight years on a deserted island, rescues a native inhabitant, names him Friday, teaches him English, and reduces him to a servant. In European literature, it stands as the quintessential parable of colonial supremacy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Invoking Crusoe\u2019s name, Tina imagines herself as Crusoe. She is the educated patrician: strategizing, drafting lists, rationing provisions, designing rescue flags.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet throughout the film, there is only one true Crusoe: the one who knows how to swim, how to catch fish, how to forage wild roots, how to erect timber shelters, how to terrace paths from rock, how to sit up two nights tending a delirious fever with cold compresses. Kalu.<\/span><\/p>\n

And the one who depends entirely on another for survival, who must be hauled up cliffs on a rope, who refuses to row the sampan because her delicate hands are unaccustomed to labor\u2014she is Friday.<\/span><\/p>\n

The zamindar’s heiress was Friday all along, and her ticket to London could not alter that reality. Alamgir Kabir did not simply invert Defoe’s allegory; he demonstrated that who is deemed “civilized” and who “savage” is determined entirely by class privilege.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rescue as Tragedy<\/span><\/h1>\n

Nearly three months pass. Tina is carrying a child. One afternoon, sitting together by the water, a naval vessel spots them. They attempt to flee. They cannot.<\/span><\/p>\n

In most survival narratives, rescue signifies salvation. Here, rescue is catastrophe. The search party asks no permission. Tina’s deliberate choice\u2014signaled when she discarded the flag\u2014is treated as irrelevant. Society arrives and reclaims its property.<\/span><\/p>\n

And at this juncture, all the disparate threads of the film knit together.<\/span><\/p>\n

Near the beginning of the movie, Tina’s mother had confessed to her: After our wedding, your father raped me.<\/em> In 1977 Bengali cinema, such a line was unthinkable. That consent must be sought even from a wife\u2014no filmmaker on our screens had ever dared articulate this, before or since.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tina\u2019s mother was coerced into marriage because she loved Ratan. Forced marriage, followed by forced cohabitation. The word consent<\/em> was never spoken inside that aristocratic estate.<\/span><\/p>\n

On the island, the dynamic is entirely inverted. When Tina awakens from fever, she immediately asks whether Kalu touched her, and Kalu replies: How could I apply the compresses without touching your brow?<\/em> On their first night, Tina demands Kalu\u2019s sickle and keeps it beside her. Kalu draws a line in the sand and refuses to enter without permission. Their marriage involves no third party\u2014only their mutual, unforced consent.<\/span><\/p>\n

On the mainland, conversely, the naval gunboat carries them away without asking. Her father arrives and summarily commands: The child in her womb must be aborted.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Simana Periye<\/em> is not ultimately about class. Class is merely the canvas. This film is about consent. And in the society in which Alamgir Kabir produced it, the vernacular vocabulary had not even established a common Bengali equivalent for the word “consent.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The World Born After the Deluge<\/span><\/h1>\n

Virtually every ancient civilization possesses a myth of the Great Deluge. And remarkably, all these myths converge at the exact same juncture.<\/span><\/p>\n

In Greek myth, Zeus unleashes a flood to cleanse mankind. Warned by Prometheus, his son Deucalion and daughter-in-law Pyrrha survive in a wooden ark, coming to rest after nine days upon Mount Parnassus. From these two, the human race begins anew.<\/span><\/p>\n

In Vedic tradition, the Shatapatha Brahmana<\/em> recounts the story of Manu. Cupping water in his palms, Manu catches a tiny fish that begs for protection, warning him in return of an impending deluge. The fish grows into a colossal creature; Manu lashes his boat to its horn, and the fish tows him to the northern peaks. After the flood recedes, the new world begins through Manu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Observing the architecture of these two myths, the identical pattern emerges: a deluge washes away the world; a tiny remnant survives; atop a mountain summit, a new human order begins.<\/span><\/p>\n

In Simana Periye<\/span><\/i>, precisely these three movements occur. The deluge strikes. Two human beings survive. They construct a shelter upon a mountain peak, in the most literal sense. Then Tina becomes pregnant.<\/span><\/p>\n

And just before the new world can be born, the gunboat of the old world arrives. And the first command the old world issues to the new is: This child must be destroyed.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

In Manu\u2019s myth, the fish delivers mankind to the mountain. Here, the man who catches fish\u2014Kalu\u2014delivers Tina to the hilltop, preserves her life, and opens the door to a new human possibility. For his reward, he is told: Step aside.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

And Kalu steps aside. Heartsick and subdued, he trudges down toward his sampan, assuming Tina will leave with her father.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then comes the final scene.<\/span><\/p>\n

Defying her father to his face, Tina walks away. She finds Kalu on the shoreline and asks: Hey boatman, won’t you take me aboard your sampan?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

The zamindar’s granddaughter asks permission from the fisherman’s grandson. She asks: Will you take me?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Throughout the film, human beings crossed each other\u2019s boundaries repeatedly without asking. In the closing scene, for the very first time, one human being asks another: “Will you take me?” A finer conclusion to this story could not have been written.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Storm That Built a Nation<\/span><\/h1>\n

Alamgir Kabir himself described this film as a fantasy<\/b>. The treatment was intentionally stylized, a fact he openly conceded. His artistic intent was to explore whether a genuine personal union could exist between the apex and the nadir of social class without the crutch of sexual exploitation or melodrama. He believed such a relationship was humanly possible, but that the economically dominant class would never tolerate it. Later, he also reflected that commercial pressures had fragmented some of the film\u2019s pacing and political edge.<\/span><\/p>\n

He himself called the film a fantasy<\/span><\/i>. And therein lies his uncompromising honesty.<\/span><\/p>\n

For real-world cyclones are not egalitarian. The 1970 Bhola cyclone did not drown the daughters of zamindars. It drowned the dispossessed on offshore shoals whose huts were woven of bamboo, whose earth lay two handspans above sea level. Calamity always finds the address of the impoverished.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet that storm truly shattered a historic boundary.<\/span><\/p>\n

A mere three weeks after that apocalyptic night of November 12, Pakistan was scheduled to hold its first general elections. Yahya Khan\u2019s military regime stalled, downplayed the casualties, and delayed relief supplies. To a coastal province of sixty-five million people, only a handful of helicopters were deployed over ten days. Journalists, students, cultural figures, and political workers didn’t wait for the state; they rushed to the disaster zone with relief themselves.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then came the election. The Awami League won an overwhelming, historic landslide. The junta refused to transfer power. Seven months later, the Liberation War erupted.<\/span><\/p>\n

Modern political scientists have demonstrated that the electoral swing toward independence was highest in precisely those coastal areas hardest hit by the cyclone and abandoned by state relief.<\/span><\/p>\n

The storm that marooned Kalu and Tina on an uncharted island was the very storm that thrust a sovereign nation onto the world map.<\/span><\/p>\n

Alamgir Kabir knew this intimately. As a journalist, he was on the frontlines, and months later became the chief reporter of the government-in-exile. In the film, he never explicitly lectures on national politics. Yet over the surge sequence, he plays the song sung by Bhupen Hazarika\u2014lyrics that sing of smashing ancient shackles, of sweeping away hollow houses of cards, culminating in the refrain that no boundary separates our wreckage; you and I are made one.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

The audience heard a romantic ballad. Beneath it thrummed the year 1971.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bhupen Hazarika, Abida Sultana, and a Single Night<\/span><\/h1>\n

The music director of this film was Bhupen Hazarika. The melodies were his; most of the lyrics were his own.<\/span><\/p>\n

For the haunting track ‘Bimurto Ei Ratri Amar’ (“This Abstract Night of Mine”), he chose the young Abida Sultana as playback singer. The lyrics were penned by Noeyem Gohar. Abida Sultana later recalled that she was terrified at the prospect of singing under Hazarika\u2019s baton. Hazarika offered her a single piece of guidance before she touched the microphone: Understand the meaning of the poetry before you sing.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

At Technicians Studios in Calcutta, after two rehearsals and a single take at the microphone, the recording was complete.<\/span><\/p>\n

Forty-eight years later, that song still graces the summit of every compilation of Bengali classics. Yet how many remember which film it came from?<\/span><\/p>\n

Simana Periye<\/em> won National Film Awards for Best Actor (Bulbul Ahmed), Best Screenplay and Best Dialogue (Alamgir Kabir), and Best Cinematography (M. A. Mobin). It features prominently in the British Film Institute\u2019s list of the “Top 10 Bangladeshi Films.” In fact, three of Kabir\u2019s works appear on that prestigious list.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bulbul Ahmed essayed two roles in the film. At the start, the wealthy suitor who seeks Tina’s hand and is turned away is also played by him. Tina rejects Bulbul suited and necktied; she accepts Bulbul in a lungi with a stutter. The same face, two garments, two destinies. Kabir left nothing to chance.<\/span><\/p>\n

And then, Jayashree Kabir. A girl from Calcutta, born Jayashree Roy, an alumna of South Point School, crowned Miss Calcutta in 1968. Her cinematic debut was in Satyajit Ray\u2019s Pratidwandi<\/em>. In 1976, she starred opposite Uttam Kumar. She arrived in Dhaka to act in Suryakanya<\/em>, married Alamgir Kabir in 1975, and made Bangladesh her home.<\/span><\/p>\n

The marriage did not last. Three years in, it fractured into divorce. They had one son, Lenin Sourav Kabir. Following Alamgir Kabir\u2019s tragic death in 1989, Jayashree relocated to London with their boy, teaching English at a collegiate institution there for decades. In January 2026, news of her passing in London arrived, confirmed by her nephew.<\/span><\/p>\n

This detail warrants retelling for a reason. On screen, Tina defied feudal society to step aboard Kalu\u2019s sampan. Off screen, the woman who brought that scene to life crossed international borders to marry the director, watched the marriage dissolve, left the country, and lived out her days in London\u2014the very city Tina was destined for had the hurricane never struck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Alamgir Kabir once said that human connection across class divides was possible, but that the ruling class would never permit it to survive.<\/span><\/p>\n

He probably did not know he was writing his own biography.<\/span><\/p>\n

Forty-seven years later, sitting before this film, that line in the sand still burns into the mind. The tide comes in and washes the mark away, surely\u2014every single day, with every rising tide. But Kalu draws it anew. For the difference between having a line and having no line is not the mark itself: it is who draws it, and why.<\/span><\/p>\n

The lines around us have not diminished. Only no one says anymore: Do not cross this line, because I do not trust myself.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

We once had cinema like this. Every now and then, it is necessary to remind ourselves.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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