Today I made sure that I watched a good film, believing yet again that throughout the year I'll land up with some great old cinematic classics. It's not guaranteed I know, but then one should always make the effort from the beginning of the year!!
While Prashanta's mother (Chhaya Devi) is upset over being distanced from her son, Prashanta moves in with Ashim and his wife (Lily Chkaraborty). One day, while sauntering about on the streets, he lands up with a freak job of a driver and mechanic (it's really funny how that happens). His employee is a wealthy old man called Amritlal (Pahari Sanyal), who has a niece called Sucharita (Tanuja), a convent educated and haughty young girl. She is a crazy fan of Abhijit Choudhury and is craving for a picture of his. So now, Prashanta has three identities-- Prashanta before Ashim, singer Abhijit Chowdhury before fans (who have never seen him) and Hridoy Horon before Amritlal and Sucharita, who believe him to the father of two kids and an illiterate man. The scenes where Hridoy Horon drives Sucharita and her friend Bishakha (Sumita Sanyal) to college is delightful. Sucharita and Sumita are swooning over Abhijit's singing, while Hridoy is enjoying the adulation from the driver's seat. Imagine what the girls would have done if they were to know that Abhijit himself was now chauffeuring them!!
She is so much in love with Abhijit that she goes to Ashim's house to get his picture. The moment Prashanta sees her entering the gate, he scoots off for cover because if she sees him in Ashim's house, the game will be over. These little scenes are simply naughty, teasing yet so special.
While the romance is growing by the day, B K Ray wants his son to come back to Lucknow. For that he takes the help from the law. Prashanta has to go undercover and there is a huge ruckus when Hridoy Horon goes missing from Amritlal's house. The countdown to the knowledge of the true identity of Hridoy Horon and Abhijit Chowdhury is exemplary. And in between we have two awesome songs. Arati Mukherjee's Madhobi modhupe holo mitali is freewheeling, chirpy and sweet. Picturised on the very jubilant Tanuja, it is a treat for the senses.
But otherwise this is a brilliant film celebrating the chemistry between Bengal's matinee God and a pretty darling. It's peppy, fun and a sureshot moodlifter. A cinematic treat focusing on the powerhouse called Mahanayak...