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PARDES - FOREIGNER

Even after 35 years in the U.S., whenever I come to India...

I feel excited though I'm unsure why.

It feels like coming to Mother's lap. Today...

whatever my India has, one thing abounds...

one that's love. The air here...

the buildings...echo with Love.

One such building is the Taj Mahal.

For my American friends... love means give and take

but in India it means give, give, give!

- How's your wife? - She's peeved with you.

I'll make it up to her.

You're an American big-wig now. You last visited 10 years ago!

- My kids are dying to meet you. - I'm packing off this lot.

I'll come with you to Dehra Dun, and stay a few days.

Wind up your window, friend. Dust is blowing in.

We grew up in this dust

so how can we stop it?

Dust in India smells out of this world.

You haven't changed after 35 years in the U.S.

You must be the first Indian to get so rich and famous there.

It's taken you 10 years to see this house!

We sold up at Dehra Dun and built a farm-house on our land.

My brother lives in the city. My mother, wife and I live here.

It's school holidays so it's full house.

Kulwanti and her kids are here too. They're all waiting for you

like a film star from Mumbai!

See! We're caught already. Here's Ganga, my daughter.

The same. Our little Kusum.

- Look who's here, child. - Don't tell, let me guess...

American-uncle, Dad's friend. 25 years ago... no!

35 years ago, you went there with 10,000 rupees, and got rich!

You've a huge family with 11 sons, 11 daughters...

9 daughters-in-law, 3 sisters, 3 brothers, cars and a helicopter!

And which city, Dad?...

Where movie actors live. And your house is...

Stop...Enough. Won't you touch his feet?

- Bless you, child. - Eh, my son... - I'll go tell Mom.

- Why? It's already a drama. - What's up?

Come on, sir. A royal welcome awaits you.

- Madam...madam, madam! - What is it?

Master's here with his American friend.

- What? He's here?! - What! He's here today?

Somebody get my dupatta. Move!

- Come, friend... - Wow!

- What a lovely farm-house! - My dupatta, kids! Hurry!

- Is that American here? - He's here, sis. - How are you?

So embarrassing. I'm going.

- Honestly, you didn't tell me... - So? I'm no stranger.

- True, but... - Good you came.

We expected you tomorrow.

Now you're here, welcome.

- You're a big-wig now. - Ma-ji, I'm the same boy.

I need your blessings.

- But how can I bless you, son? - Why not? - Cow-dung!

This is Nitin, Sonali, Daksha, Dabboo...

What lovely kids.

N.R.I. = Non Returning Indian

Dad, it's bad. That N.R.I.'s being fussed over like a God!

Bloody Surajdev has a complex about foreign countries!

- I've known him 10 years! - You're an N.R.I. too.

- Why don't they fuss over you? - They bloody will, my dear.

- You'll see. - When, Dad? When?

When he brings a proposal for his daughter Ganga.

When will he do that? Years have gone by...

- Then fix it properly. - Fix it? Without deciding dowry?

Bloody silly. I trained this boy to be a body-builder.

- What for? - So go and meet them.

A load of gourmet food was cooked for that richie-rich!

Wow! What a delicious dinner. I'm used to Delhi and Mumbai

but rural produce is unique.

And why not? It's from the Sun God's fields!

He's Amirchand. My mother's sister-in-law's sister's son!

Just say 'distant cousin'.

Sir, I'm Amirchand; my brother Garibchand, my wife Bhagyashri.

- He's an N.R.I. too. - Which country?

- No, no. He lived in Sri Lanka. - Sri Lanka, so what?

- A Sri-Lankan Indian is an NRI too! - We're small people.

You got gourmet food laid on for you. We're not even invited!

Amirchand, come here and complain.

- My respects, Auntie. - How are you?

Uncle. Take your medicine dose for the evening.

- My dose? - You must take it everyday, 7 pm and 9 am.

- 9 am, 7 pm. - Who told you?

- Tell me. Who told you? - I was pressing your overcoat.

A slip fell out - it said what dose. It was signed 'Arjun'.

- This is his work, eh? - Who's Arjun?

He's my 11th son. My foster sister's son.

He sees to my every need. I call him my 'Little Master'.

He wrote a lovely song, "I Love India".

Have your dose, then describe 'I love India'.

Auntie, why's Ganga buttering up that guy?

You always reek of jealousy! Here, water.

This uncle can take us to America.

- How? - We must impress him.

- But how? - You ass.

With our music and English lyrics!

Idiot! He's outright American.

Trying to impress will fail!

- Bet on it? - Done! - One minute.

- Dabboo. Remember the English in 'Sim Sim Pola'? - Yes.

Sim Sim Pola English lyrics on Channel Potla!

Hare Rama hare Rama, Rama Rama hare

Hare Krishna hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna hare

Sim sim pola pola, sim sim pola

Sim sim pola pola, sim sim pola

Fine flat flute pipe, patola patola

Drum drum tube plate, cymbola cymbola

Hare Rama hare Rama, Rama Rama hare

Hare Krishna hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna

We want to go to (arre bolo bolo!) America

I saw London. I saw Paris...

I saw London, I saw Paris and I saw Japan...

I saw Michael, I saw Elvis... I've seen it all, my dears

Sorry! In the whole world, there's no other India

No other India

The world is a bride

The world is a bride

Bindi-ya = red dot on forehead

and our country is her bindiya

That is my India

The world is a bride

The world is a bride, and India is the dot on her forehead

That is my India

It took the soulful tune

to bring the rains

It set the waters on fire

Such were the notes of the Raag Deepak

A confluence of seven notes...

it's the essence of life

We even name our God the One with the Flute

The Lord with the Flute

That is my India... I love my India

The cuckoo tweets sweetly

And the nightingale sings

In times of joy and sadness... we created the songs of life

The world sings our songs...

Songs that carry the fragrance of our soil

wafting fragrance

My land India...my love, India

The world is a bride and India is its bindi

The world is a bride and India is its bindi

That is my India...I love my India

My land, India...my love, India

All I do is for India - I live for my India

You can't be serious!

I'm very serious. For my son Rajiv...

I'm asking for Ganga's hand.

Look. Rajiv's mother died 3 years ago.

You know he's my only son.

He was born and raised there. He hasn't seen India yet

but he knows and respects his Indian parents' values.

I'm asking for your daughter's hand

because N.R.I.s need girls like Ganga.

We pushed our kids so deeply into English books and manners

that, despite so much success...

we feel like failures.

And seeing all this...

girls like Ganga are our only hope.

That's why I decided to make her my son's wife...

from this house to my house...

I'm begging you.

No need! The fact she'll go into a loving family...

is comforting. Just one hitch.

- We're village folk... - No, stop. No cheap remarks.

You know me well, eh? Let's talk later.

I'll phone you from America.

No! I don't let her go to Delhi or Mumbai...

- Send her to America? Never! - Try to understand.

Upbringing makes vices, not a nation. And America's not far.

How times changed! You'll send her to America? To be a foreigner?

- Oh, come on, Mother... - Today our nation's westernized

and Ganga graduated in English.

Look at our own kids. All twenty-four hours...

they watch tv music channels showing Michael Jackson...!

Don't be stubborn. I gave my word.

We gave our word to Amirchand for his son Manuchand.

No, no, we gave no word to Amirchand.

We said we'd think about it after college.

- And Manuchand drinks heavily. - Then go talk to them.

- They're under that impression. - So let them!

Ganga will marry my friend's son. That's final!

- How can you decide alone? - You should've considered.

You should've gotten advice.

Enough! Ganga will marry Khishorilal's son. Understand!

American uncle has gone but he left photos...

- of his family and son Rajiv. - Really? Show us... - No!

But, sorry, your dad doesn't know which is Rajiv's photo.

- What! - Yes, he forgot to ask, uncle forgot to tell!

- Let's guess. - Here, I'll tell you. - Hands off!

I'll show you. First, the family.

This is American uncle with his brothers.

- This is his sister-in-law. - Looks strict!

- Mm. This is Padma, his sister. - She's fashionable.

- And his elder sister, Krishna. - Wholesome.

Now the confusion. There are 2 heroes!

- Which one's Ganga's! - Show me.

Of course I'll show you! Now, first hero.

Now, the second one.

Now, guess which is her hero!

- Yes. Go on, guess. - Take your time, sis.

I say her hero...is him!

And I say Ganga's's hero is him!

Ganga, you guess who's Rajiv.

- My turn? - Yes, go on.

Yes, show us...

- My respects. - Be happy.

Did you call me, didi?

I did. Is it true...

you asked for Surajdev's daughter for Rajiv?

Yes. And I gave him my word.

Good. But, Kishorilal...

do you know you're bringing India's pure Ganges

to America's concrete jungles?

I know. But what about our future generation?

Who'll preserve our culture?

- Ganga? It's bookish. Rajiv won't agree. - He will agree.

Our sons don't want India or its girls!

Our sons are western. Marry Indian girls? Impossible.

The impossible will be possible with the help of Arjun, my Little Master.

I shall meet you some day

but I wonder when you'll shower your love on me

for my heart thirsts... my heart is lonely

walk out of that picture and come to me, my love

My love...

Arjun Saagar, across America, Canada and UK...

is an upcoming artist whose 'I Love My India' song...

is Asian Music Chart No#1. Let's meet him now.

How did you come from India to the U.S.A.?

By Air India! Actually I...was born in Mathura.

- Lord Krishna's town? - Sure.

But I'm not Krishna, I'm Arjun..from modern times.

Actually, I was 10 when my parents died.

My dad was a musician, mom was a school teacher.

I was an orphan when Kishorilal, mom's foster brother...

- came into my life. - Then?

Then I came to America and worked in a garage for 3 years...

plied a taxi for 4 years...

then Kishorilal made me his garage manager.

Today he's my father... deity, God, everything!

When he found out I love singing and dancing,

he built me a work-studio where we work and rehearse.

- Any regrets? - No. - Any siblings? - No.

- Any relationships? - No. - A Beloved? - Only in songs.

- Ever fallen in love? - Never! - Why is that?

- Never found anyone. - Who's your dream-girl?

An Indian girl... actually, I don't know...

she's in my mind... my paintings. I haven't met her.

- How long is it since you saw India? - 5 years.

Any future plans?

My future plan is to fix my dad's house in Mathura

and build a music school for poor kids to come...

Arjun, Rajiv's on the phone.

- Yes, Rajiv? - Where are you? Daddy wants you at home. OK?

- He wants me now? - ......He chose me a girl in India!

- He wants to talk to you. Alone. - Alone?

- Don't worry. I'll meet him. - .....or he'll parcel me to India!

- Ok. - Just one last question.

- Sorry, I have to go. - It's important. One minute.

Look, didn't I just say Kishorilal is the most important?

More than me.

Arjun. Rajiv has never been to India and doesn't want to go.

But I want him to go there to breathe the fragrance...

to understand its values... and understand Ganga...

so he can agree to marry her with all his heart.

It's my life's most important, beautiful dream.

Only you can fulfill it. Rajiv's your friend...

No, Daddy. Don't worry.

I promise Rajiv will agree to marry Ganga.

Give Monica 5 days leave.

...Take it as my order, OK.

- Who sent these flowers? - Your friend...

- I sent them, sir. - Come in.

They're beautiful flowers and... I know why you sent them.

Advocating for Daddy, hm?

Daddy wants me to go with you, hm, and look around India...

- approve the girl in India... - You know everything.

- Daddy did one good thing. - What? - I get the right to choose.

- Meaning? - He left it up to me and...

Come and see India once. You'll like it a lot.

I knew you'd come. I already booked 3 tickets to Delhi.

- By Air India! - Why Air India?

Sis! Sis! We found out.

- What is it? - We got the news! - What news?

- Who's your husband-to-be. - Who? - You won, he lost!

I did lose. Here's the photo of your prince Rajiv.

Oh, Ganga...

Why are you going away to an alien land?

Why are you leaving your country?

Why are you leaving your country?

Ganga, where are you going, breaking your promise...

leaving us behind

Ganga, where are you going, breaking your promise...

leaving us behind

My love, my beloved...

Where my beloved is, I must be

I'm going there to my love

He made me forsake my country... called me overseas

He made me forsake my country, called me overseas

He sent word for me

My love...I must go to my love

I must go

What am I to do, my Lord?

Where my love is, I must be

I must go there to my love

I feel something breaking in my heart

In my father's courtyard, I'm letting go of my childhood

I'm happy and yet sad

Like a river that is thirsty

What will I do, my Lord?

Where my love is, there I must be- I must go there to my beloved

That silver cup, that gold plate

That silver cup, that gold plate

Bring them, Mother... my mother-in-law is calling me

Blush, kohl, powder, bindi... Blush, kohl, powder, bindi...

Hurry, bring them, Mother... My beloved is calling me!

Ganga, where are you going, breaking your promise...

abandoning us, leaving us behind

I am going to my beloved, I am going there

- What is it? - Get up! Your prince is here.

- What? True! - Come and see. - No, I don't want to.

Come see for yourself. Ram hasn't come, Sham (Krishna) has!

Sham? Who's he?

- Rajiv sent some Arjun ahead. - He did? - Mm.

Look, uncle, try to understand.

Rajiv is totally American. He can't stand the heat and dust.

And the stink! He will go completely bananas.

Do you know what will happen if something stinks? He'll faint!

Then he'll come to his senses and fly off!

No. I get it. Kishorilal told me on the phone last night.

- So start by...removing these cows. - They're buffaloes.

Whatever, Auntie. Then send those goats away.

- Now this... does he bite? - No, he just barks.

OK. You must shift him because Rajiv has a dog allergy.

- Is this cot the dog's? - That cot...

That cot is Ramu's.

No, no. He can't sleep here. Build separate servants' quarters.

Everything has it own place.

Uncle, do you follow me? We must clean up fast!

- This straw here... - It's cow-dung.

Ramu, that's your name, right? Throw this out.

- But Kishorilal... - Not him; talk about the son.

He won't stand all this so it's vital to clean up.

Pompous, isn't he, didi!

Pushing out our dog!

- Asking Ramu to sleep out. - Is he human or beast?

I'll tame this beast.

- How? - I'll find a way.

- What will you do? - Idea!

What?

...Meet our Ganga!

- You are? - Daksha, a cousin. - Good. Sit.

- And you? - Shake hands.

- Potla. - Cousin? - Only brother. - Good, stay there.

- Where's Ganga? Didn't see her. - Ganga, come in.

Namaste!

Don't take off your glasses. I'm really Ganga.

So then... that's... Daddy chose you for Rajiv?

Yes, Uncle said he won't find a lovelier Ganga in all India!

- Right, Potla? - Sure.

Fine. Daddy was right! We won't find a girl like you

anywhere in the world.

Is there a t-t-telephone here?

May I talk to Rajiv?

No, I won't to Rajiv. I'll just talk to Daddy.

Come along... Not you - sit here. ...You, let's go.

Book a call please. Yes... 'Lightning' call will do.

Yes, I know it costs more. Charge 16 or 32 times more,

but I must get a call through.

Lines down or not, it's a matter of life and death.

...please try. What the hell are you doing?

...No no, not you, excuse me...

- Go sit, please. - Let me talk to Rajiv.

I can't do that. Go sit. See she stays there!

Stay here. I need protection. No, Madam, I'm back. Hi.

Madam, have pity...hello.

Sir. I told you there'll be no line for 4 hours.

- Is there a quiet spot here? - Sure, sir. I want to be alone. - Sure, sir.

- Sure, sir. - Call me when the line's available. - Sure, sir.

I'll get through.

- There's a problem... - It's him.

Yes, put me through. Is this Kishorilal?

How are you? ... No, I didn't phone you.

Arjun is here, Rajiv comes tomorrow. ....We're all fine.

I'll just call her. Ganga, dear...

- Yes, Papa? - Phone.

- Who's calling? - It's an important call.

- Who? - Guess. - Tell me, Papa.

- Kishorilal uncle. - Really? Let me talk to him.

This is Ganga. My respects...

I'm fine. Oh, uncle! How won't I remember you?

And we all sing your song, "I Love India".

It's a super hit. Even Grandma sings it!

Yes? And how are you? Do you take your medicine?

Your Little Master is here.

He's okay. A bit pompous... No, uncle, he's nice.

- Okay, I'll give it to him. - Yes, talk.

Everything's fine.

- Sir. That soap in your room... - Keep it like I said. - Yes.

- This is... - Ganga.

- And that one... - A trick. - You may go.

Daddy, it's fine.

- I'm... my name is... - I know. You're Arjun.

Rajiv's friend. You came to see me.

I'm sorry. My entry was mistimed.

Good people admit their errors and apologize at once.

All good people in this world

forgive those who apologize.

Your face shows you've forgiven me.

And your smile says we must become friends soon.

And your hand says we must shake hands soon. Right?

- Yes. - Firm friendship? - Yes. - Absolutely? - Sure.

- Potlar! - Potlar?

Hey! What's this? What's going on? What are they doing?

Every relation in this house is bound with love,

whether man and animal, or servant and master.

To form new relationships, we don't break old ones!

Do you have any shame?

Forgot our rules? It seems he's not fixing your betrothal

- but you're confirming his! - My dear...

Whatever Arjun's doing is for your own good.

Imagine he's a film director

planning to get the hero and heroine together.

Rajiv is coming tomorrow. In his honour, I invited

the elites... so no mischief tomorrow.

And I'm here to break the legs you're standing on!

Auntie, how could you? Why? As if you were never small.

You must've been naughty then. Don't laugh, you'll get old too.

Uncle, everything's fine. We're friends...

I just want to say one thing. Think what you like about me...

Rajiv's servant, his 'cutlery'...

his friend, brother, anything! But there's one thing.

A boy like Rajiv is hard to find in America or the world.

Auntie, Rajiv's out of this world...

...and style... mind blowing, Potla!

Today he'll come in a special car in cool style...

- our American Prince. - He's here. - Who?

Your dear prince from Delhi. His car tyres got punctures.

Is he coming in a chariot? Come and see.

Welcome to India, son-in-law. Welcome to India.

All the guests are here.

Your father invited so many guests. Rajiv must be nervous.

Here, son. Meet our area's Assistant Police Commissioner, Mr. Yadav.

Bless you, it's alright. So...

- any problems, call me. - What problem with you around, sir?

I mean, if anyone needs pulling up. I just jailed a minister, you see.

- What goes on around here? - Nothing. Have some snacks.

Rajiv. Pay your respects... Not mine, this gentleman's.

Bless you.

Cool? You're cold in a coat?

- No. 'Cool' means 'fine, thank you'. - Why would you say 'thank you'?

- O, wifey... - She's right here. - Come, dear, let's go.

In Punjab they hit you to show affection.

Sir, chair! Sir, chair, I say!

- He doesn't know Hindi. Say 'Chair'. - Go to hell!

Baba, someone cast an evil eye on him. Ever since he got here,

his health has been bad. Give him a remedy.

He's just warding off evil spirits. Understand?

He has the same problem. So please... just once...

No, no. I'm fine.

- Well, this is love in India! - Shall we sit?

- How is he? - Want the truth?

- He's like a prince! - Sweet.

- Where's Ganga? - I'll go and see. - OK.

- Why's there a delay? Where's Ganga? - Getting ready.

Dressing up. Here she comes.

- How do I look? - Wonderful!

- Didn't I say you'll gawk when I'm dressed up! - Sure.

- Isn't she beautiful? - Sorry, she resembles an ape! - What?!

Try to understand. Rajiv hates heavy ornaments.

- He's American and likes simplicity. - But this is Indian simplicity.

No! I'll show you simplicity. Hold this. You come with me.

Take this off. Why'd you wear these gold ornaments?

- Will you have chai or juice? - I prefer chai.

Will you have tea too?

- How much sugar? - Just one spoon.

- Two more. - Two more? ...two.

- Okay, one more. - One more.

- Do this: add the whole lot. - The whole lot?

You're pretty smart!

Rajiv...how do you like Ganga?

Let me sleep. My head's aching!

Okay then, shall I...

consider her for myself?

You haven't told me what you think of Rajiv?

- You didn't tell me either. - You like him or not?

- Liked him not. - Tell me. - You tell me. - No, you first.

- You tell. - Tell me please. - No, please. - OK, I'll say it.

You didn't like Rajiv.

No, Papa, when did I say that?

So! You like him?

Dad, it's bad. Surajdev invited everyone but us.

He's scared you'll spoil his daughter's chances.

I'll end the chances!

- What if they get engaged? - Then? - We'll break it.

Surajdev, the time will come when I'll show you.

- Where are you going? - To give Rajiv milk. - Give it here.

- Ganga. - Yes, Mom. - Give this to Rajiv. - Me? - Yes!

Take it. Hurry up.

- Why her, not me? - Arjun said...

Arjun said Ganga will give Rajiv milk today.

Arjun said...?

The world is a bride...

The world is a bride...

and this land's her bindi

That is my India...

In our country, a snake is not an animal but God.

Have your milk and sleep. Nothing will happen.

- You? - I want to meet you...

- alone. - Why alone?

- Well, isn't it good if we chat? - So chat.

Not here.

- Then where? - In those fields, behind the windmill.

May I ask my mother?

- Can't you make your own decision? - It's not that...

Wait here. I'll be back.

- Auntie. - What? - May I go in the fields with Rajiv?

In the fields? Why ask me, shameless girl!

Ask your mom! Babhi, did you hear? Rajiv...

wants to take Ganga in the fields behind the windmill!

- Who wants to take her there? - He came as a guest...

and he wants to take the girl behind bushes in front of us!

- Sister! Be quiet. - Okay, I'll shut up!

Let her go behind the windmill. It's hot enough.

- Sister, talk softly. - Why should I talk softly?

Are we thieves? Girls don't roll in the hay before marriage!

If you think it's proper, send her.

Why are you sending her to America...?!

Congratulations!

My brother, if you wanted to meet Ganga...

- why mention fields? - What's wrong with fields?

Look. In Indian etiquette, before marriage...

there are various rules and norms.

A river is no river without water.

Wind is no wind without sound. And marriage...

is no marriage without a love-story.

- Great. - Good. - You know what I mean. - No.

Look, before Rajiv and Ganga get married...

- it's vital they click! - Yes. - And they'll click...

when they chat, only if they meet.

- Why'd we mind if they meet? - You don't mind...

but yesterday Auntie made a scene about the fields.

I'm being frank. Rajiv is American. He'll run off!

- What? - No, no. If you like, tomorrow we can take them out

- sightseeing to the fort. - Auntie...

- Why'd I mind? My lips are sealed! - Hear that?

No, it'll be like you say. You shut up, dear.

It will be as Arjun decrees.

'Don't go too far from hearts that are broken'.

'But don't go too near hearts beating together'.

The one who drives a Mercedes is riding a bicycle...

Look how he's wooing you! Too good!

But I'm no less. Didn't you see my artistry?

I convinced the elders to let us go on a picnic.

This will give you a chance to talk to Rajiv alone.

He loves you a lot. Sometimes I think...

if he loves you so much now, he'll love you more later! Mad!

What is it, Ganga? Why are you staring at me?

- May I ask something? - Sure, go on.

Your efforts have driven Rajiv mad, not mine.

You're his friend and brother.

But you and I also have some kind of bond.

A bond of implicit trust and friendship. Right?

What do you want to say?

I want to ask you... is Rajiv right for me?

After so many days now, this question...

He's hiding something from me. Yesterday I tidied his clothes

and I found this. It's not the cigarettes

but the fact he hid it. Arjun, if he has other vices...

please tell me now... so I can decide properly.

Look, your advice can make my life

or ruin it.

Ganga, you're totally mistaken.

This packet isn't Rajiv's. It's mine.

Actually, I smoke sometimes

but Rajiv...alcohol, cigarettes... never!

- Is there a lighter? - I prefer you not to smoke!

- Looks like a thug. - Shall I throw it away?

- Throw it. - Gone! Happy? - You're very bad!

- I still look bad? - No... nice... very nice.

gup-chup gup-chup chup chup (secretly, silently)

Two hearts are meeting

Two hearts are meeting

yet so quietly

Two hearts are meeting

yet so quietly

Everyone is noticing...

Yes, everyone is noticing...

yet so quietly

Two hearts are meeting, quietly, secretly

There's a longing in their breaths

They stayed up nights on end

Sometimes when you fall in love, you aren't pleased by anything

Let me get a hold on my heart... for I know...

magic is taking effect

magic is taking effect...

yet so quietly

They sit so innocently... as if nothing's going on

It's all so obvious... and clear as the day

What is it, if it's nothing at all?

Their lips are silent but...

their glances speak to each other..

yet so silently

Two hearts are uniting yet so quietly

Everyone is noticing...

yet so quietly

Two hearts are meeting

but quietly, secretly

Before flames burst into life, smoke arises

On both sides feelings flare

An ache is provoking the heart

Both sides feel it equally

Looking at each other...

Looking at each other... but quietly

Two hearts are meeting, but quietly

Everyone is noticing

Everyone is noticing, but quietly

Two hearts are meeting, but quietly

Yes, Daddy. Rajiv likes Ganga.

You're not saying anything, son.

I think Ganga should go to the U.S. before marriage...

- and see American culture. - Right, Daddy!

- The girl will live abroad, not the boy. - It's good if Ganga...

comes with us to America for 1 or 2 months.

I'm happy to hear you speak so maturely.

- I'll talk to Surajdev. - What are you saying?

Send our girl to America?! Do you feel alright?

What's wrong sending her to my friend Khishorilal's home?

Son, Indian girls don't leave without marrying first.

- I've decided she won't go. - Correct.

Okay. Call it all off. I'll tell Kishorilal.

Then what was it all for? Why'd you ask him here?

So do we become Americans?

Come in, Kishorilal.

How can we send the girl without an engagement?

Remember we live in a small town.

- What will people say? - They're already gossiping.

And what if she returns without marrying your son?

- I have a solution. - What?

Ganga and Rajiv can get engaged this week.

Then she'll go with us and after a month...

they'll marry in the U.S. in style. Agree?

Okay? You can't object now.

Why would we object to an engagement? Right, dear?

- Say you agree. It's okay. - What I say is...

- you all come with us. - No, impossible.

It's harvest season. None of us can make it.

Then my daughter can go to America.

America? No, how can you suggest it?

Yes, that's perfect. If you stay with Ganga...

- she won't feel lonely. - Go, Mom.

Okay. If you insist, I'll go.

So it's all set. Engagement on Monday...

Then Ganga's 'farewell'. So, Babhi, give us sweets.

Yes, it's farewell. Who knows when she'll visit India?

Why are you all alone?

What, you're getting engaged and crying?

I know. You don't want to leave Papa, do you?

- I don't want to go anywhere! - It's unavoidable, dear.

Girls marry and go away,

leaving their Ma and Papa behind

forever and ever.

Why are you crying now?

- You made me cry. - You did. - You made me cry. - You did!

Come on. The engagement and farewell party is on Monday.

- Cards go out today. - Cards? Must be Arjun's idea.

What! Kusum engaged to Rajiv?

Never! Did you hear?!

This is absolutely unfair. The whole town knows...everyone knows...

- Surajdev promised Ganga for my bloody son, Manuchand! - Yeah!

He insulted not just me but the whole town!

- That's a lie! Uncle promised you nothing. - Shut up!

MC, stop jumping, will you? That foreigner is marrying Ganga.

Rajiv's no foreigner. He's the son of an Indian.

That bastard Kishorilal...

First they broke the engagement, now they're breaking my son!

No Rajiv, No. No, Arjun.

- Don't fight...for Kusum's sake. - We must decide, Surajdev.

What do you mean? I'm her dad. I'll give her away where I want.

Tell us how you'll decide? We decide right now.

Then let's combat. The winner takes Ganga.

- Agreed. Today you or I will take her. - That's very good!

Even Lord Rama had to lift Lord Shiva's bow to win Sita.

So whoever wins today will be Ganga's groom!

This is too much! My daughter's future will be decided by bouts?

Then admit you're a cheat who sold out to an American.

Amirchand, you're the cheat, not Surajdev.

And we'll give you an apt reply.

Good thing the Headman mentioned Ram and Sita.

My son's shoulder will carry any bow you wish.

Tell me, which bow? Let me see your son's strength!

- I'm ready, Daddy. - So, Manuchand...

what's your choice? Running, wrestling, boxing?

Kabaddi. Kabaddi!

Okay. Today, now!

- What? A kabaddi match? - Yes.

- And the winner is sis's bridegroom! - What nonsense.

Go and see. Stop them.

No...it's impossible.

Don't worry, Suraj. We'll defeat them.

Come on, child. Stop, enough.

You say, take care of Ganga, but she's my daughter now

- so you have no right. - Right on.

- Arjun hasn't come yet. - He's not coming with us.

- Why? - He's staying for a bit. - Meaning?

Meaning...here he comes. Ask him yourself.

- For Rajiv and you. - Why aren't you coming?

I have to go to Mathura to see my father's old house.

I'll rebuild it as a music school. I have a lot of paper work.

- You didn't tell me before. - Didn't get a chance. Here.

- Keep these. - Hey. - I'm going abroad for the first time.

- I'll be so lonely. - Why? There'll be Daddy, Rajiv, your aunt...

- and many others with you. - But you won't be there.

You said you'd be there. I agreed only because...

Look, Ganga. My responsibility ends here.

Now your life and my life go different ways.

- Understand? - Why are you saying that?

Because now you must be a dutiful daughter-in-law

- and live happily overseas. - No lectures!

- Hurry, your prince is going. - I can go alone.

I don't need your help. I can look after myself.

Crazy kid!

- Are you Arjun Saagar? - Yes. - A passenger sent you a note.

Arjun, come soon.

And see that girl there in a maroon dress.

- That's Nita, my younger brother Sandy's wife. - Sandy?

Sandip actually, but he became Sandy in America.

This is Katy...

- Daddy brought a lovely girl. - But she looks dominating.

- Why? Feeling scared? - I'm scared of no-one.

Sister, does everyone dress like that here?

Sister! You called me sister? Do I look like a sister to you?

I'm Padma and people here call me 'Paddy'.

And this is your Auntie Nita. I'd pointed her out.

And he's my youngest brother, Sandy.

- Ma-ji. May I go? - Yes.

Get lost! You rascal.

How can you kiss her in public?

Is this how to meet a girl? And you, shameless girl...

how can you forget our norms with these 'whites'? Come on.

- She's still young... - Why are you scolding her? She's ours now.

Come, my dear.

- That was some scene. - What can I say, Mr. Mitra.

Kishorilal went to India and got real shit for us!

Ganga, my dear. Sit near me.

Isn't she beautiful?

You've eaten nothing since morning. You must be hungry!

Get us some food, please.

Today I'll eat with her.

Ganga child.

Bless you. Were you looking at a new country?

It's either very quiet here or very loud.

Man is either alone or in a crowd.

Last night at the party in your honour...

I saw the loathing Nita showed you.

But my Aunt was at fault too.

My dear. In the house of a big man like Kishorilal...

half are Indian, half are westerners.

That's why a pure soul like you will be shown resentment.

And your acid test is having to endure it.

Mother says a woman is tested all her life!

Enough now. My blessings are with you.

What are you whispering with my daughter, Sis?

Look, she's doing household duties already.

No! She'll do nothing like that.

She has to tour America and Canada. Right, my dear?

Good news, my dear. Tomorrow in honour of our new Ambassador...

all the city's Indian VIPs have been invited.

They'll also honour you and Rajiv.

- Hasn't Arjun come? - He's a fool.

I don't know. Should come in a couple of days.

How do I dress tomorrow?

Indian!

Next, we will welcome one more person.

We greet Ganga who is in this country for the first time.

The daughter-in-law to-be of Kishorilal, Miss Kusum Ganga

is a Goddess of knowledge, a symbol of our culture.

I now request her to come and sing us some songs.

Your future daughter-in-law is beautiful.

- What shall I sing? - We'd all like to know...

how you feel coming overseas.

The country where my beloved resides

is where my life is

How hard it is to fall in love

To go to a foreign land

To go to a foreign land

- But I don't know it all. - Sing anyway.

Arjun!

Arjun! You're here?

Hey, Ganga. Take it easy.

Why'd you take so long? I had such a hard time.

- Auntie got in a situation... - What are you doing?

This is no time to chat. Everyone's looking. Go.

- They want me to sing 'My India'. - So sing. - Sing with me.

No, I can't. Daddy's getting angry. Go.

- What's up? - He's my second son... a nephew I fostered.

- No, I can't. Daddy's angry. Go! - Okay, but I've lots to tell you...

Yes, later. Go!

This world is a bride

This world is a bride

and the jewel on her forehead...

is my India, I love my India

My homeland India, my beloved India

This world (this world)

is a bride (is a bride)

and the jewel on her forehead...

that is my India, I love my India

that is my India, I love my India

My fate India, my religion India

My fate India, my religion India

My homeland India, my beloved India!

- This is the city's biggest paper. - You are a great prince.

Keep it safe. We'll frame it later.

- Are we going to Hollywood? - Tomorrow. - Who else's going?

- Everyone. - Nita Auntie, too?

Nita Auntie's not going.

- And Arjun? - He's not coming either.

Yesterday on the phone, he said he can't make it.

- Why not? - Ask him yourself. You know him well.

Now give me a kiss. I have to go to the office.

- No. - Come on.

Wow!

What delicious parathas!

You won't find such parathas even in India.

Doesn't Arjun live in this house?

This is the main house, not servants' quarters.

- You mean Arjun's a servant? - More or less. My brother-in-law...

did a lot for him. He manages our garage

- and runs a studio above it. - Paratha...

- Then where's he eat? - In a hotel or somewhere.

When he's here, we feed him like the poor.

To hell with Arjun. Eat or it'll get cold.

Krishna Ma sent these for you.

- Will you do me a favour? - Yes.

Kusum Ganga sent you a note

- and parathas for us! - Uh-uh. Let me eat them...

and you read the letter.

It says...'Little Master Arjunji, don't show your mastery'

'Come with us quietly. Daddy's orders totally'

'I swear honestly'

If someone wrote me that... honestly...

- I'd go to hell with her! - Idiot!

- She's going to be Rajiv's wife. - Going-to-be... isn't yet!

See this!

Where did you lose that newspaper?

I don't remember where I put it.

- I wrapped parathas in it. - Parathas?

- For Arjun. - For Arjun? Shit!

So you wrapped up my respect with those parathas!

It's so obvious!

You said it once. Don't ever repeat it!

Don't you get it? It was my only copy!

But I have the original copy!

You didn't tell Rajiv when you sent those parathas...

you sent a note asking me to take this photo

and put it in a nice frame.

You did forget.

Look. See, I framed it nicely.

See what Rajiv's doing? He's smoking.

You said he never smoked.

We're in America in a disco. It's fashionable to smoke here.

90% of people here are smoking.

So Rajiv's in that 90%. You lied to me, didn't you?

What did I just ask you? Who was she?

He's saying the boy and girl who win this musical contest...

each say a number and if it matches their number...

they get the 'Made in Heaven Award'.

- Why's that? - They say the couple made in this world...

- is not as great as the pair made in Heaven! - Wow. Great!

- Let's find Rajiv? - Want to play? - Yes - C'mon.

- Let's go in the contest. - It's a kid's game.

What will I do in it? Make Arjun your partner.

- No. I won't go with Arjun. - Why not?

She won't go. And she shouldn't. I'll dance with Kelly...

I'll go with you.

I can buy everything! Everything...

This is a normal scene. He gets plastered

and Arjun takes him home.

- How are you, dear? - Fine.

- How's Rajiv? - Nice.

- And Arjun? - Very nice! - Are you happy overseas?

I don't know.

Everything's here... yet nothing.

I invited 1000 V.I.P.s... Book all 5-star hotels.

The whites will never forget my son's marriage.

What are all these papers?

- Don't you clean Master's room? - He won't allow anyone in.

What dirty magazines...

What are you looking at?

- What... what's all this? - Oh that!

She's Rajiv's ex-girlfriend, Kelly.

Kelly and Rajiv love each other a lot.

But he never mentioned this.

Is this something one mentions?

Girlfriends are a status symbol of the rich!

Think yourself lucky you got Rajiv, not Kelly.

The millionaire Kishorilal's daughter-in-law...

will be you, not Kelly.

Hey, doll, this is America.

Rajiv is an American, and you...

you have to stay with an American.

Kelly was your girlfriend, right?

- Yes. - Did you love her very much?

Even wanted to marry her?

- Yes. - Did you and Kelly ...I mean...

did you sleep with her?

That's common in America with girlfriends.

Why make a national issue out of it?

Kelly is the past, you're my present.

You won't believe it, we were just talking about you. Honest.

Going to Australia? Tonight?

Want to meet me, eh? Then come to my office. We'll go for dinner.

Kelly learnt Hindi by being around me.

I have to go, or Kelly will be offended.

I'll be back late so have your dinner.

I brought this...

My entry was mistimed. Never mind, later.

Wait!

Everything's gone haywire. And it's all your fault!

You lied through your teeth! Rajiv's this and that...

This is Rajiv's true picture.

Look, all these small, petty matters...

you have to adjust to them.

Small, petty matters? Is this a small matter?

This is a small petty matter in your view?

Look, I don't want gilded palaces! I just want love.

Understand? Small matter!

- But everybody here loves you. - No! I don't want such love.

- I don't! - What kind of love do you want?

Ask yourself that! The kind of love you give others.

That's the kind I want!

You trapped me like an innocent photo in a golden frame.

And you want me to hang on some wall quietly

and be a part of the decor!

Did I come here with that dream, Arjun?

Look, everything will be fine.

I'll talk to Rajiv tomorrow. But, Ganga...

you have to be patient.

I'll go now.

You won't leave me, will you?

- Ganga's not that kind of a girl. - So what kind is she?

Look, don't get me wrong. But girls from India...

especially rural areas, can't bear this cultural shock.

If you want to change her, go slowly. After marriage...

Look. You're my friend. And Ganga's my wife.

Friend is a friend, wife is a wife.

And it's better if you don't interfere in our personal matters.

Your role as a friend ends here. Now let me play my role.

Like it or not, you've fallen in love.

- No! - Yes! - No! - Yes!

- No! - Yes!

- No? - No? - Yes! - So you are, aren't you?

I won't go to her house or meet her. Alright?

Fine. Let's see.

What! He'll never come here?

- Even to meet me? - No. - Okay, tell him this!

If he's not bothered about me, I don't care!

What 'cares'! If he did, he'd answer my calls.

Today's Arjun's birthday?

- Not even me? - No. - No-one? - Not even me!

I'll show him!

No. Arjun isn't in. Don't know when he's back.

If anyone calls, say I'm out.

I want to be alone today.

So what if it's his birthday? I didn't get a party invite.

He invited no-one. He's alone. And depressed.

So what, Ganga?

In America we leave people alone if they wish it.

But in India we never leave our friends alone.

That's when we drop in and wish our friends happiness.

- This isn't India, it's America! - But he's still your friend.

- You forgot your obligations? - He obliged Daddy, not me.

He wants Daddy's interest in his music company idea.

Anyway, I've a party to go to.

Look, Ganga, go with Paul if you like.

And take some old gift lying around the house.

Do you understood now what Rajiv wants?

I shall meet her some day

I shall meet her some day

My love, from that day, will be with me

But I wonder when she will shower her love on me

For my heart thirsts; my heart is lonely!

Step out of that picture and come to me, my love

O sweetheart, my love

You're destined for me so come to me

O sweetheart, my love

Step out of that picture and come to me, my love

Ob la di di di, ob la da da da

Ob la do do do, what to do?

Ob la di di di, ob la da da da, Ob la do do do, we love you

I don't remember how long, perhaps since I existed,

that I have loved you

I am your poet, and you are my song

Lately I'm lonely, pining for you

Fight out of that picture and come to me, my love

Come to me, my love

Hey, talk to me!

Tell me who she is

Show me her picture

She appeared out of nowhere!

Ob la di di di, ob la da da da

Ob la do do do, we love you

No matter who she is, just tell me

At least show me her picture

Don't tell everyone this story

but don't hide it from friends

don't keep it a secret

I'll cure the pain in your heart

And if I can't do anything, I will pray for you

And if I can do nothing, I will pray for you, I'll pray for you!

She'll struggle out and come, you will meet her

Your beloved

Your beloved

I will meet her some day

My love, from that day, will be with me

I wonder when she will shower her love on me

My heart is thirsty... my lonely heart!

Step out of that picture and come to me, my love

O sweetheart, my love

Yes...Yes, it's 11:30 p.m.

- Everyone's waiting for you. - Today's Arjun's birthday.

Everyone's ridiculing you for dancing with garage workers.

- But I have Rajiv's support. - I'm asking for the last time.

Are you coming home now?

No!

Just a minute. Talk to Arjun.

...I couldn't make it. Now send my Ganga back.

- She and Paul are just leaving. - Hello. Listen. Tomorrow...

I'm holding a party at the dockyard...

- and you're attending. - No, Rajiv, I can't come.

Oh, come on. My problem is, one of the musicians ran off.

So you come with your guitar...

and sit in a corner and strum.

No, Arjun, no!

- Why'd you hit him? - He took Ganga's 'chunni'. - So?

- She was embarrassed. - Isn't Ganga mine to protect?

Whose wife is she going to be? Mine or yours?

You low people shouldn't even be invited. Auntie was right.

But, Rajiv...

Go! Go, go!

A storm never warns before it hits.

It just blows in, destroys, and goes.

- What are you hinting at? - Fire and wax...

have a destructive bond. We just know...

they emit light together. But we don't realize...

the wax is slowly melting under the flame.

Get to the point.

The bottom line is Arjun and Ganga's closeness, and Rajiv...

Stop! You said enough. Think no more about it.

Whatever's to be done, leave it to me.

- Did you call me, Daddy? - Yes, Arjun.

- I've good news for you. - Good news?

The Board of Directors appointed you to run our Los Angeles Auto Co.

You'll be its major shareholder.

You get your own bungalow, car...

You really like my car, right? Here...

From today the car is yours.

You seem happy today. What happened?

I'm happy and sad.

Sad because you have to leave this city tomorrow.

Rajiv gets married on the 9th.

Be here on the 9th...in the morning.

So I must leave tomorrow morning?

Yes. Tomorrow at 5 am!

Tomorrow morning...

- Can't I leave in 2 days? - No.

It's your career, and you have your first Board meeting.

You have to go.

Bless you. Now find a nice girl and settle down.

I'll go now, Daddy.

Put Arjun on the phone. It's Ganga.

- Arjun has gone. - Where?

I don't know. But I know he left us!

This morning while we were all asleep, he just left.

Yes, Papa. This is Kusum. You phoned after ages.

How's mother? And Potla? And Daksh and Sonali?

I'm fine. Rajiv's out.

Everybody's out. I'm alone.

I'm alright...happy too.

No, I'm happy. Why do you keep asking?

Yes? My voice?

It's from the ice-cream.

Aren't you coming to America? Please come, Papa...

I can't hear...

Can't hear...

My dear.

No, dear, no. Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Where's your engagement ring?

Engagement ring? Where is it? Where'd I put it?

I'll tell you. Last night, it was lying by the pool.

And now it's in my hand. So put it on.

Take it...put it on.

I brought you from India.

You are Surajdev's hope and our future.

You are Rajiv's life in the years ahead.

I know my son is a difficult person.

But get to know his American ways...

and change them to your liking.

Didn't you and I agree on that?

Didn't we?

I have to go to Las Vegas with my friends for a wedding.

Then go! Take her with you and show her the town.

Of course, my foot! First tell her you're sorry.

Say sorry.

See? Rajiv is soft hearted!

Now do your packing, and get in a happy mood...

and go to Las Vegas.

Baisahib...what's Las Vegas like?

It's full of good times and vices, song and dance...

gambling, marriages, honeymoons. Lots of fun and frolic.

- Only for young people? - No. Adults go there

but not with children!

When will we go there?

I meant you, me, Krishna-ma and the others?

I'll be taking you all.

- Really? - To the temple!

You mean Arjun left the city?

Before a fire breaks out, there's always smoke...

This air here is like the scene there.

Heart!

This heart!

Heart...this heart!

This crazy heart!

This heart is crazy

and it's made me crazy too

I left her city behind... she broke my heart in her lane

yet my heart keeps pounding

I threw her out of my heart; I did what I shouldn't have

her memory still drives my heart

This heart is crazy! What's even wrong with my heart?

What complaint have I against it?

What has my heart done to me, apart from falling in love?

My heart's a lover, not a thief; what am I to do?

I can't control my heart, what am I to do?

My heart's a lover, not a thief, what am I to do?

I can't control my heart, what am I to do?

This crazy heart

This heart is crazy

How merciless is the heart!

Her image is burned in

I say, rip it out; it's chaining me down

But it's no weak thread; what am I to do?

I can't control my heart, what am I to do?

But it's no weak thread; what am I to do?

I can't control my heart; what am I to do?

This crazy heart

This heart is crazy

The crazy girl has made me crazy, too!

- What are you doing? - Playing in this romantic city of lights.

- I'm teaching you to make love. - I don't want to learn.

- Go to your room, please. - Look, you have to learn that.

Every wife must or the husband gets offended.

Look, I'm not your wife.

- There are a few days till our wedding. - So what?

We'll get married right now.

There! We're married.

I beg you, go to your room.

All my western friends with their girl friends...

are enjoying life behind closed doors.

Try to understand. They're westerners and we're Indians.

Our culture forbids doing those things before marriage.

We'll be married soon.

Then wait a few days, please. Let's take our vows.

- Let's marry first. - Ganga. Vows! Vows!...

Taking vows is all bullshit!

Let me be...don't touch me!

Nobody's as hypocritical as you Indians.

Mention sex and you cry!

Women are kept separated from men in society.

Despite that, you have a world population record!

You, your parents, your family...

are all ignorant villagers.

Know what else? Your India's no better than shit!

It stinks like cow-dung!

You fiend! Abusing our India! Well, listen!

From today, I'm breaking off with you.

This ring is a lie! I'm getting rid of it.

You, your wealth, your drug-infested America...

can't hold a candle to India.

Now go away.

You hit me!

Rajiv! Don't touch me!

- How'd Ganga disappear, damn it! - I told you, Dad, I don't know.

She was gone in the morning, I don't know where.

Phone the police commissioner for an urgent appointment.

Sandy, come with me.

You better find our girl or her father will raise hell!

This truck driver says he left some Indian girl

at the Waterfront Railway Station.

Ganga! What happened?... What is it?

Don't cry, please. Listen to me.

What happened? Tell me. Why did you do this?

You ran away alone? What's the matter?

Stop crying. Tell me. What happened? What is it?

Tell me what's up.

- Who did this to you? Who? - Rajiv.

Okay. Let's go. We'll go home. Come on.

- No! I don't want to! - Listen... - No!

Didn't you hear me? I won't marry or stay in America.

- I won't stay here. - Okay, we won't stay here.

- But we'll meet Daddy. - No! You go if you want.

I'll die but I made a vow not to go back!

- Quiet! Stop this madness, let's go. - No, Arjun. Send me to India.

- Now! This moment! - Okay, I'll take you to India.

This is a foreign land. Meet Daddy just once.

Then don't come. I'll go alone.

I don't need you! I can do without you.

No! I'll go on my own.

I told you it's a foreign land. Let's go.

No! You're lying!

It's true. My friend saw them boarding a Delhi flight.

- This can't be! - Face up to the truth.

The truth is, Arjun has taken Ganga to India!

No! No!

Get me a call to America. Los Angeles...

You won't phone them. You will never phone them.

We're dead to them, and they're dead to us! Enough.

Sis! Wake up! It's Dabboo. Wake up.

I've been betrayed! I won't keep quiet.

We'll fly to India tonight!

Ganga has to return! She's mine, always mine! Mine.

You wolf in sheep's clothing! Now I know your game!

- What's my game? - You lured her into your arms

and betrayed my friend, and lied about Rajiv.

What are you doing! Slashing the very person who...

Get away! Why didn't you die there?

I saw you off in bridal finery. I wish you'd returned in a shroud!

Then you wouldn't have returned in shame with this punk!

What do you think you're doing?

- You won't hit Ganga! - I'll kill her!

My blood will flow before hers

and it will say, 'Ganga is pure like the Ganges'.

I'll go now, this moment, never to return

but you won't hit her.

Get out now!

For God's sake, go or it'll be disaster.

- No! No! Arjun is innocent. - Shut up!

I don't believe a word you say. You let me down!

Betrayed us badly. Our respect's gone to dogs!

Die! Die, damn you!

I'll really, truly die!

I'll really die!

Stop, Papa.

Rs.50 only, fulfil all your wishes.

- When's the Mathura bus due? - It's gone.

- How long ago? - One hour. - When's the next one? - Evening.

- What time? - 6.30 p.m.

- Where are you from? - Nowhere!

Look, all of you, try to understand me.

There's nothing between Arjun and me.

It's all lies!

Then change those lies into Truth, Sis.

Yes, Sis, we all agree- Arjun loves you truly, not Rajiv.

Remember? You once said...

'Sing the song fragrant with this soil'. That's Arjun.

You realized late, but we knew from the start.

What are you all advising her on the sly? Get lost.

- Granny, we just... - Go away or Surajdev will kill you.

Dear, eat a bit. It's been hours.

No, Granny. I won't eat anything.

Your father and mother

shut you in because their eyes are shut!

But this old woman's eyes are wide open!

I heard Daksha and Sonali.

I agree with them.

- Granny! - My dear, Arjun is a God-sent gift

and such blessings aren't to be let go so easily.

Go; stop him. I'm practising what I'm preaching.

Everything's been done to help you escape from here.

Look. There are your helpers for escaping this jail.

They're all ready. Where's Ramu?

- Mother. Rajiv is in India. - I see.

- Where's Suraj? - He's gone to get Kulwanti and Kishorilal.

What! Is that man coming here?

What will we tell them?

O Rabba (O God)....

O Rabba....

This love is a kind of prayer

just as prayer is a kind of love

haan ah (yes)...

This is madness; just as that is

This is a heart connection; just as that is

What's gotten into me? Everyone is astounded

I have fallen in love, I have fallen in love

It wasn't to happen, oh it wasn't to happen

Oh it wasn't to happen, it wasn't to happen, it wasn't to happen...

Oh it wasn't to happen, oh it wasn't to happen...

It wasn't to happen, it wasn't to happen, but it happened

I have fallen in love, I have fallen in love ...I have fallen in love

It wasn't to happen, oh it wasn't to happen...

It wasn't to happen, it wasn't to happen, but it happened...

I have fallen in love, I have fallen in love

I have fallen in love, I have fallen in love

The world doesn't know hearts

This heart doesn't heed the world

There's nothing but love

that recognises the glances of lovers

that recognises lovers' glances

Do re do mi, fa la la so... Do re do mi, fa la la so

Stop right there. And go home.

I will... but tell me..just once... ...that you don't love me.

- No. I don't love you. - But you do!

- This isn't proper. - Then say so.

Why say you don't love me?

I don't love you at all! Understand?

Now go home. Go!

Now decision time is near

What should I decide?

The heart has spoken, my heart has said...

If you desire to live, get ready to die

I have fallen in love, I have fallen in love...

It wasn't to happen, it wasn't to happen, but it happened...

I've fallen in love...

I sent my wedding clothes back to my father

I have donned love and veiled my head in love

I threw the ring of false customs into an alley

I broke all chains of modesty and confinement

Even if I stumble at each step, I won't walk with downcast eyes

Ahead is my beloved's home, the world is left behind

I come with the prayer

to be united with my lost love

My love, my worship, may I find him!

I dyed my dupatta red with my heart's blood

I dyed my dupatta red with my heart's blood

This union will happen; may the Ganges meet the sea

Let the Ganges meet the sea!

Why did you bring him here? Why?!

The pistol in my pocket

will target you or me.

I trusted you...

gave you everything. Tell the truth now.

What's the truth? Tell me.

Truth? You don't want to know the truth

or you wouldn't carry a pistol in your pocket

and hatred in your heart.

It takes a big heart, a very big heart...

to hear the truth. And the truth is...

when a man gains wealth and power...

he distances himself from morality.

He thinks whatever he thinks is the truth...

whatever he did was right.

And that happened with you, sir.

You made it big but stayed small in spirit.

Because the truth is, you lied to yourself.

You lied that an Indian girl can be a wife to a foreigner like him.

And to turn this lie into truth, you made me lie too.

And I, oppressed under your obligations, piled up lies...

lied that Rajiv is very nice...

doesn't touch cigarettes, alchohol or have vices...

son of a millionaire Indian...

son of a wealthy man, son of an Indian... yes!

A son, sir, but not an Indian.

And the truth is, I always lied to Ganga.

- What's your relationship with Ganga? - Trust...

Respect, Reverence, Love.

If protecting her adds up to love, then, yes!

Yes! Yes! I love her.

And I always will. But I never tried to woo her for myself

and nor will I now.

Because Ganga is yours....

her father's...

Mother's...

I'll go now, sir. I'll never return.

You heard the truth from Arjun. Now hear me.

Want to see, Daddy, what your son wanted to do

in a Las Vegas hotel room in a drunken state...

behind locked doors with me? Then see this.

See the wounds of his lust.

I ask you what kind of a culture is this...

where a husband to-be behaves like this with his fiancee?

Even still, if you ask me to throw myself in this fire...

I'll do it, Papa... because you're my father.

You decide my fate. If you ask me to take poison...

- I'll drink it! - Why should you?

For centuries, we women have been taking poison.

First we heed our parents, then husband, and finally kids!

- You won't take poison! - Don't interfere, mother.

Keep quiet! You lost your mind!

You humiliated this poor girl.

Didn't you sing 'India is my country and religion'?

You wanted to nestle an Indian girl, India itself, in America?

Is this what you achieved? Wonderful!

I ask you, if a girl from here goes to another land...

where she has nothing in common, why should she go there?

- Ganga will go abroad! - You're still saying that?

- Still?! - Yes! I'm still saying it.

Remember I said I'll make her my son's wife?

From this house to that one? By begging you for her hand...

She'll be my daughter-in-law... as the wife of...

not Rajiv, but Arjun.

Yes, she'll marry Arjun!

Your mother is right. If a girl like Ganga...

- goes to another land... - What are you doing, Daddy?

Get out of here!