I'm with you on Bengali heroines, although I will always cherish the Uttam/Suchitra movies. I've always ranted about Devdas (and isn't Majnun in a way his Arab Muslim precursor) as the model of the self-indulgent narcissistic Bengali hero archetype.

That your irises were mirrors
reflecting me at twice my size
but I am not Medusa that I can blind your eyes.
That your lips were an angel's
singing of me to the sky
but I am not Helen
that I can make you lie.
That your spirit was a djinn's
granting my desire
but I have no lamp
that I can contain your fire.
I hold a picture of Suchitra Sen
when will I fit into that frame, when?