Stitching a vanishing Bengal : Reimagining Nakshi Kanthar Math in Dhaka
Nearly a century on, Jasimuddin's rural elegy finds a spectacular staging at MAYA Bengal in Motion's third edition
In the heart of Dhaka, in Aloki, where the city's vibrant urban culture is celebrated, came the chants of Palli Kabi Jasimuddin's Nakshi Kanthar Math on Friday night. The concrete buildings and air-conditioned rooms carried the smells of rain-soaked ground, and the waters of rivers splashed.
In one corner of the venue, girls bent over frames, weaving nakshi kanthas. Quilts hung from the walls, their intricate threadwork catching the light. From the very first moment, it was clear this was not merely a tribute to a poet — it was a celebration of an entire vanishing world. The embroidered quilt, inseparable from the poem that bears its name, was everywhere: in the set, in the costumes, in the air itself.
Almost a century after it was written, Jasimuddin's Nakshi Kanthar Math endures as one of the most authentic souvenirs of rural Bangladeshi culture. The poem tells the story of Rupai and Saju — a love as doomed and as deeply felt as any in literature, a Bengali tragedy that carries the weight of Romeo and Juliet without borrowing any of its vocabulary. It is a work rooted entirely in its own soil, its own rivers, its own grief.
The third edition of MAYA Bengal in Motion, presented by MW Bangladesh and jointly organised by MW Magazine Bangladesh and natural wellness brand MAYA under Square Toiletries Limited, brought the poem back to the stage as a folk dance drama on the occasion of International Dance Day and the 123rd birth anniversary of the poet.
Shamim Ara Nipa and Shibli Mohammad, both luminaries of the form, carried the tragedy with the assurance of artists who have spent lifetimes inside this tradition. The mise en scène was spectacular — a production that understood that Nakshi Kanthar Math is not just a story to be told but a texture to be felt.
The performance was curated by Anisul Islam Hero. Crucially, the production was not a simple revival — the choreography was entirely reimagined for this edition, giving the classic a fresh physical language while keeping its emotional core intact.
Through a weave of music, movement, and expressive storytelling, the production drew the simplicity of rural Bengal into a full theatrical arc — and the audience, by all accounts, followed closely. The evening drew sustained engagement from a hall that appeared visibly moved at several junctures.
The audience that gathered was equally luminous. Actress Azmeri Haque Badhon, actor Afzal Hossain, writer Anisul Haque, and artist Opi Karim were among the prominent faces in attendance — a gathering of the country's cultural avant-garde, present to honour a poet who once wrote for people who would never attend evenings like this one.
It was Badhon who gave voice to the tension quietly sitting in the room. "The event", she said, "was wonderful — but the people present are already those who appreciate Jasimuddin. His legacy needs to reach wider audiences. More people should be made to discover what this work holds."
Afzal Hossain shared the same concern, though with a note of cautious hope. "From one generation to the next, we have gradually stopped remembering, stopped discussing," he said. "We no longer have the habit of talking about our past traditions and heritage. Because of this, the glories that should pass from one generation to another. An event like this can only reach a very limited audience. But it is also true that an event organised to rediscover and understand a person anew — that understanding does happen through it. That there was such a person, such thoughts, such a language. We are exploring Jasimuddin fresh, for our own generation. For new generations to come."
It is a fair and important observation. Nakshi Kanthar Math was written for the villages it depicted — for the Rupais and the Sajus, for the women who wove kanthas in the light of oil lamps, not halogen. That it now lives primarily in the cultural calendars of Dhaka's elite is not a failure of the poem.
The question these events must eventually answer is whether celebration, however spectacular, is enough — or whether Jasimuddin deserves something harder to organise than a beautiful evening: a genuine second life among the young, the ordinary, the unacquainted.
But to call Jasimuddin merely a collector of rural chants would be to misread him. The villages, the rivers, the kanthas, the laments — these existed long before he arrived. What Jasimuddin did was make them matter to people who had never lived among them. He is the pioneer who carried rural Bangladesh into the drawing rooms and cultural halls of Dhaka's elite, and made them feel the loss of a world they had never known. That Friday night in Aloki was, in its own way, proof that the bridge he built still holds.
