Day after…

The steam whistle blows, the paddle starts rolling and the century-old boat, one of the last remaining epitaphs of the colonial past, starts from the bustling harbour of capital Dhaka to the remote coastal village of Bangladesh. The camera roams the crowded decks, which plays both as the stage and central character of this hybrid, framing the politicians and the proletarians, privileged and the poorest-all entrapped in a never-ending conundrum. The captain skillfully navigates his vessel along the busy, shallow waterway—cursing and ranting as he goes, brimming with stark contrasts, deep wisdom, and everyday concerns. A ballad of nuances, an ensemble of cinematic poetry, ‘Day after...’ is about claustrophobia of class, power and prejudices; it’s a metaphysical odyssey crossing valleys and mists, unknowing of the alluring abyss!