In Imtiaz Ali’s Main Vaapas Aaunga, we see horrific scenes of Partition on film: “blood trains” carrying thousands, many of whom are slaughtered before reaching their final destination, as A.R. Rahman’s “Dariya” plays. But the lyrics are even more surprising: “chokher bhasha keu bojhena, kede je berai kotha, bheshe jai keu jaane na” (“nobody understands the language of my tears, I wander around carrying my unspoken words, they drift away and nobody knows where”). That’s because the last thing you expect to hear is Bengali when so much of our understanding of Partition — including Main Vaapas Aaunga — centers Punjab.
“The film’s geography is Punjab, so characters speak Punjabi, but I included a Bengali section to recognize Bengal’s experience, too,” director Imtiaz Ali said. But that’s all it was: an acknowledgement, perhaps a footnote in a larger story. When we know that everything from cinema to literature is a vehicle for how we remember our history, why do we keep forgetting the Partition of Bengal?