What did our very own Raj Chakraborty intend to make? Being this is his first debutant venture he should be much more careful about making this movie. This story is like to reminiscence to the Rizwanur tragedy? To be honest 'Chirodini....Tumi Je Amar' is a failed endeavour. There are hoards of reasons for that and the crux of them is the 'dilemma of the director'. Raj Chakraborty tries to create a 'realist' film on one hand and simultaneously wants to produce a commercially viable product on the other. The result is something satirizing. The director himself may remain in an ambience of satiety with Premendu Bikash Chaki's innovative camera treatment (the only silver lining within the crew) but the hard fact is that he has failed in creating something new. The new comers also deserve a special mention. Priyanka is undoubtedly the USP of the film. She's beautiful, she's vibrant, she's eloquent and she's hot. Rahul on the other hand is in stark contrast with his female co-star. It takes at least something (some physical appearance) to make an actor a 'hero'. No matter how effervescent an actor may be, he cannot create any formidable impact upon the medium celluloid if he does not posers at least an acknowledgeable amount of screen presence. Rahul is not a failure in the act of a ragged dejected mechanic but what he lacks miserable is a screen presence. The voyeur shall not be intertwined psychologically as he will be during a performance of a great Stanislavsky. A fiction film really requires a deft screen presence from the leads and Rahul's curtailed for so many not help him in the near future. The songs are bizarre, but the main track 'U, LA, LA, LA, LOVE U MY SONIA...' sets apart from the rest. The dialogue by the maverick N.K. Salil may fall short for this instance. Rudranil Ghosh has given a standout performance. But the surprise package is the 8 year old Aritro (Dance Bangla Dance fame) who shows incredible maturity in his role as the side kick of the garage mechanic 'Chirodini...Tumi Je amar' is the same old story. It is no revolution in the world of the bioscope. It's a superfluous anguish act.