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I'll be going, sir.

I wish you'd stayed
to complete your degree.

I know,
but I don't have the money.

Just don't give up
your writing.

Your stories
for the college magazine

about village life were very -

Don't laugh!

It can become a vocation.

Of course, not everybody
becomes a Sarat Chandra.

- Our demands -
- Must be met!

Good-bye, sir.

Long live the revolution!

SATYAJIT RAY PRODUCTIONS
Presents

APUR SANSAR
(THE WORLD OF APU)

Original Story by
BIBHUTIBHUSAN BANERJEE

Starring

SOUMITRA CHATTERJEE
SHARMILA TAGORE

ALOK CHAKRAVARTI
SWAPAN MUKHERJEE

DHIRESH MAJUMDAR

SEFALIKA DEVI

DHIREN GHOSH

Cinematography by
SUBRATA MITRA

Art Direction by
BANSI CHANDRAGUPTA

Sound by
DURGADAS MITRA

Edited by
DULAL DUTTA

Production Manager
ANIL CHOUDHURY

Processing by
INDIA FILM LABORATORIES

Sound Recorded on RCA
and STANCIL-HOFFMAN Systems

Coproduced by
AMIYANATH MUKHERJEE

Distributed by
CHHAYABANI PRIVATE LTD.

Music by
RAVI SHANKAR

Produced, Written, and Directed by
SATYAJIT RAY

Who's there?

Good morning.

Good morning. Sit down.

Is there any point
in sitting down?

At least
it will rest your legs

after all those stairs.

I didn't climb the stairs
so I could rest my legs.

We both know very well

why I'm here.

I'm going to ask you
a simple and direct question,

and I'd like
a simple and direct answer.

Go ahead.

You know today's date?

The tenth.

How many months' rent
do you owe?

Three.

So 21 rupees.

Will you pay now while I rest
my legs, or must I return later?

That's three questions,
not one.

That's not fair.

A lot of things aren't fair,
young man.

You seem to think
I should house you for nothing.

Is that fair?

Is it fair to use up
my electricity in the daytime?

You're an educated man.

You have pictures
of great men on the wall.

But when it comes to the rent,
you hem and haw?

That's a sign of greatness too,
you know.

I can't win a battle of words
with you, Apu-babu.

I could string together
a few choice words too,

but they wouldn't be fit
for your young ears.

In any case,
I'll be back this evening.

Have the money ready

or I look for a new lodger.

- Simple and direct.
- Simple and direct.

Excuse me.

Step inside.

We're both "Mr. Ray."

Hence the confusion.

"We are pleased to accept

your short story
'A Man of the Soil'

for publication
in the next issue of Sahityik."

Not bad news, I hope.

Well, good-bye.

Tell me,
why don't you ever get mail?

Does no one write to you?
Not even a girlfriend?

It would be nice to open
a love letter by mistake.

Really? Just as well.

Put it off
as long as you can.

Don't get embroiled
in "matrimonetary" complications.

I speak from experience.
- Good-bye.

HARIMATI
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

- One, two, three.
- What do you want?

You advertised
in the paper for a teacher.

Qualifications?

- Intermediate degree.
- We want a matriculation degree.

But that comes
before intermediate!

What did the ad say?

Well, it did specify
matriculation.

Then why harp
on intermediate?

What's the point?

Would you work for ten rupees
a month? Interm-idiot!

Twelve. Your turn.

Four, six, eight, ten, twelve.

What do you want?

I understand you're hiring
for your pharmaceutical plant.

I have a... matriculation degree.

Have a seat.

Any experience in labeling?

I can learn.

Can't I?

All right.
Go through that door

and head straight back.

Labeling is on the right.
Go have a look first.

- Go have a look?
- Go on.

What's this?

Pulu?

- You're a fine friend.
- Why?

Left student housing
without a word!

I've been looking for you
since 4:00.

- How was I to know you'd -
- Quiet!

No one knew
where you'd gone.

I went to Anil's.
He'd gone to a game.

I finally got your address
from your private students.

Took another half hour
to find this place!

You laugh?
You should be ashamed!

- You've gotten fat.
- I was fat three hours ago.

- How about some tea?
- Where?

- A restaurant.
- Is it far?

Around the corner.

All right.

But we have tickets to see
A Widow's Fast.

Give me a minute.

Why have you been
hiding out up here?

You making counterfeit money?
- I wish I could.

An oil cooker!
Doing your own cooking?

Yeah.
I'll cook for you sometime.

Rice and boiled potatoes.

What about that railway job?

I was sure you'd gotten it.

There was a strike on.
They were hiring strike-breakers.

I didn't know.

- So you've been unemployed?
- I do some tutoring.

Turning dullards into prodigies.
- What's it pay?

Fifteen rupees a month.

- Didn't you learn to type?
- Yeah, in case of emergency.

Good. I'll get you a job
when we get back.

I know of a firm.
- Get back? From where?

My cousin's getting married
on Monday.

You have to come.

- Where?
- Just for a few days.

- But where?
- Khulna.

Khulna? Are you crazy?

You'll love it there.

A rustic village.

Boats floating down the river.

Endless fields
of grass and rice.

Paths winding
through bamboo groves

and mango orchards.
What do you say?

And trees full of birds:

And at nightfall,
crickets and fireflies,

jackals,
and kerosene lamps.

No electricity!

Tempting?
Have I hit a weak spot?

So you'll come, right?

"Take me back into thy lap,
O Mother Earth.

Take back thy child
and swathe him in thine ample sari.

Let me be one with thy soil
and spread myself

far and wide,
like the joys of spring.

Let me burst open
the heart's narrow cage,

break down
the stone walls of self

and the dark and cheerless
prison of the mind,

rushing forth,
radiating, shivering -"

Police!

Who's there?

It is I, Mainak,
son of the Himalayas,

hiding my wings in the sea.

What's come over you?

You sound like Nimchand
in the play we saw - only sober!

- Know what?
- What?

- I'm not taking that job.
- What job?

- The one you mentioned.
- You taking to the stage?

- Don't be silly.
- Then why?

Why should I be a clerk?

There's no reason.

I'm a free man -
no ties, no responsibilities,

no one to worry about.
Why be a clerk?

You can't keep pawning books
to pay the rent!

- Things will improve.
- With no income?

Those with genuine talent -

Don't need to earn a living?

Apurba Kumar Ray.

Laugh if you like.
Just wait and see.

Are you writing anything?
Any new poems?

You're such a philistine.

A philistine?

Engineering is all you know.

You'll go abroad
and get your degree,

then settle down here
with a nice fat salary. Bah!

- So I'm a philistine?
- That's right.

Who made you read
A Widow's Fast?

You were a country bumpkin...
- Was it you?

Who'd break out in a sweat
crossing the street in the big city!

You remember who read
your first short story

and what he said about it?

Sorry's too easy!
- Don't get so worked up.

I'm just excited tonight,
that's all.

I've had my first good meal
in months, thanks to you.

So are you writing anything?

What are you writing?

A wonderful novel.

And you've kept it mum
all this time?

- You know a good publisher?
- All in good time.

Listen to this:

A young boy.

A young boy.

All right.

A village boy.

Poor...

but sensitive.

His father's a priest.

The father dies.

The boy comes to the city.

He doesn't want to be a priest.
He'll study. He's ambitious.

He studies.

Through his education
and struggles,

we watch as he sheds

his old superstitions
and fixed views.

He questions everything
and takes nothing on trust.

Yet he has imagination
and sensitivity.

Little things move him
and bring him joy.

Perhaps
he has greatness in him,

the ability to create, but -

- He doesn't make it.
- That's right.

But it doesn't end there.
It's not a tragedy.

He does nothing great.
He remains poor, in want.

But he never
turns away from life.

He doesn't run away.
He wants to live.

He says living itself
brings fulfillment and joy.

- What's that mean?
- This is autobiography.

Partly, but a lot is fiction.

There are fictional characters,

a plot, a love interest -

Love?

What do you know about love?

You've never been
within ten yards of a girl!

You have any experience of love?
- What if I don't?

Oh, great!
You'll just make it up?

- You have to experience everything?
- Absolutely!

Is imagination worth nothing?

Not with love!

- Who says so?
- I do!

Rubbish!
If a man has talent...

"How much further
wilt thou lead me, O fair one?

Tell me which shore
thy golden boat will touch.

Whatever I ask thee,
O thou from distant lands,

thou only smilest
in thine own sweet way,

and I can never know
what is in thy mind.

Silently thou liftest a finger

and pointest
to the wild, trackless sea

as, far to the west,
the sun sinks in the sky.

What lies there?
What do we go to seek?

Tell me, I pray thee,
O stranger fair,

where, at the edge of evening,
glows the day -"

What?

- Give me your hand.
- You finished?

Well?
- Your hand, idiot!

Wonderful!
Really wonderful!

Look who's here!

It's Pulu - with company!

I hope your journey
wasn't too unpleasant.

After all, you're city people.
We're just country folk.

My youngest son, Murari.

He's in the intermediate class
at Daulatpur College.

Take his luggage.

Harey, come here!

How are you, my child?

My aunt.

Here I had a fine match
for your daughter,

but you looked elsewhere.

Where have I seen
that face before?

Lmpossible.
He's never been here before.

No, I know that face very well.

Oh, I know!

I've seen it many times
in a painting of the gods!

Lord Krishna incarnate,

complete with flute.

Bless you, my son.

A long life to you.

The groom!

Binu, my son, come out now.

What's wrong?
Isn't he well?

He's been under the hot sun
all afternoon.

- I'll get some water.
- Please do.

What's going on?

I think he's probably ill

from the long journey

and fasting all day.

Some water and a fan -

Bring water and a fan!

Stop crowding him!

Who are you
giving her away to?

What do you mean?

The groom is mad!

Who told you that?

He's perfectly sane.
It's just the journey in this heat -

I won't allow
this wedding to take place!

Are you mad?
The auspicious hour is passing.

Leave this room
or I'll kill myself!

You've lost your senses!

I said leave!

Wife...

if the auspicious hour passes,
my daughter will never marry.

She won't open.

What a calamity!

Isn't there another
auspicious hour at 10:00 p. M?

I don't know.

I can't think clearly.

I'm ruined!

What a calamity!

What?

- Did I miss it?
- It's not happening.

- What?
- There'll be no wedding.

What happened?

The groom is mad.

Listen to me.

Apu, everything
depends on you now.

On me?

Are you joking?

What is all this?

Only you can save us.
You know the custom here.

In the morning
the girl will be unfit for marriage.

What can I do?

Where could we find
a more suitable choice tonight?

So if you'd -

This is what
you came to tell me?

Listen.

What is this?
Some kind of play or novel?

You'd stick me
in the groom's seat just like that?

Are you still
in the Dark Ages?

- Will you calm down and listen?
- No.

I won't listen to this lunacy.
It's a waste of time.

Everything depends on you.

Let's go, Majumdar-babu.

If I'd known this would happen,
I'd never have come.

Am I not getting married?

- What?
- I need to talk to you.

What?

- Can you really get me that job?
- Why?

I don't have a good shirt...

and I haven't even shaved.

Uncle!

The curse turned
into a blessing.

Your daughter hasn't
worshipped Shiva in vain.

And what a blessing!

The moment I saw him,

I felt he was nearer to me
than my own kin.

Pulu has brought
many friends here,

but none has ever cast
such a spell.

O my friend

Don't go down to the river
to fill your pitcher

For if the handsome Krishna
finds you

He won't let you go

O my friend

Had I known, dearest friend

That you'd abandon me

I'd have kept you

Tied to my sari...

Aparna.

There are a few things
I have to tell you.

I've had no chance
the last two days.

Just how much
do you know about me?

Has Pulu said anything?

Yes.

What did he say?

That you have no one.

That's right.

My father died when I was ten.

Mother died seven years later.

I had an older sister too.

What else did he tell you?

That you write well.

He said that, did he?
Good old Pulu.

Tell me:
Do you know how to read?

Yes. Bengali.

I'm writing a novel in Bengali.

- I know.
- You know that too?

What else did he say?

Nothing.

Then he didn't tell you much.

Not what really matters.

You don't even know
whom you've married.

Imagine, newlyweds spending
their third night in her home!

I have no house
of my own, nothing.

No home,
no hearth, no income.

No future.

What kind of life
am I offering you?

And the way
you've been brought up -

this spacious house,
servants,

beautiful rooms.

This marriage
was forced on me.

I was very much against it.

But...

the request was made
in such a way

that I felt I'd be doing
something noble.

Everything got all confused.

Well?

Why don't you say something?

I can't decide anything
until I know what you think.

Aparna...

will you be able
to endure being poor?

Can you live...

with a poor man like me
for a husband?

Yes.

You mean it?

Why not?

Then I'll take you away
with me.

Your father may object,
but I won't listen.

Sure you won't object?
- I don't know.

- What will they think?
- Who?

My neighbors.

I'm invited to a wedding...

and I come home
with the bride!

Bring the luggage down.
I'll be back.

Come in.

My room.

Give me that.

Sit down.
I'll be right back.

You must be very sad.

Are you sure?

Come.
Let's go downstairs.

Is that so?

Make way.
Stop crowding.

Let me see.

Oh, my!

Out of the way!

Let them come down!

What are you staring at?
Am I new here?

"Just one - after a meal.
You promised."

Let me by.

Do you lament your decision?

Do I what? I don't understand
such difficult words.

You understand "regret"?

Yes.

- Do you regret it?
- Regret what?

- I have to explain that too?
- Yes.

You regret missing out
on a rich husband?

You're laughing?
- No, I'm crying.

I'm sure you regret it.
You just won't tell me.

Of course.

I could have sat back
and relaxed.

I'm going out.

- Where?
- To find you a maid.

Wait.

Don't be childish.
Come back.

Let me by.

Who'll pay the maid's wages?

I'll do more tutoring.

Then send me back to my parents.

Why?

You get home late as it is

tutoring one student after work.

If you take on another -
- What else can I do?

Shall I tell you?

Give up the student you have now.

Then what?

Then my poor husband
will come home early...

and I'll have
nothing more to lament.

Go on.

O Lord Vishnu...

God of fire, use your powers
to shatter his meditation!

What's wrong?

Are you mad?

Or sad?
Or just in a huff?

- Mad.
- Why?

Can't I ride in a bus?

Buses are so crowded.
Here we can be alone.

But it costs so much.

- Just seven annas.
- That's a lot.

You'll be leaving
for your parents' soon.

My expenses
will be cut in half.

Just for two months.

Is that so short?

What about the extra expenses
when we come back?

Ah, yes.

You know...

I didn't want to let you go...

but your mother insisted,
and I thought

at a time like this you'd rather -

It'll be a relief for you too.
No one to bother you for two months.

Don't say that.

But I will get some work done
on my novel.

I haven't written a line

since we were married.

Is that my fault?

It's to your credit.

You know how much
my novel means to me.

You mean much more.
- Really?

- I'll dedicate it to you.
- You'll what?

I know what "wife" means.

No, you don't. But I do.

I do too.

What?

The matches.

Tell me...

what's that in your eyes?

Kohl.

Will you come
for the puja festival?

I hope to.
Wire me when you arrive.

Letters take too long.
Go on now.

- Will you come?
- Have I ever broken a promise?

Write me twice a week.

- Will you write too?
- Not unless you do.

Write to my office,
or Mr. Ray will open your letters.

Listen -
Oh, I'm forgetting everything!

Pintu's mother
is making pudding for you.

And we owe
the grocer money.

I left some jewelry behind.
Keep it safe, will you?

Please take care of yourself.

My friend.

You'll see her in a few days,
so why worry?

I'm not worrying.

I wish I knew your secret.

How to be happy and married
in these hard times

on a clerk's
45 rupees a month.

How do you know I'm happy?

I know.

I don't know
what your wife is like,

but mine -

I mean,
I like them a little feisty.

I like them to be
a little quarrelsome,

a little saucy.

Know what I mean?

I like them
a bit mischievous and smart.

It adds spice to a marriage.

My wife's just the opposite.
- Really?

Never quarrels.

Nothing for dinner?
She won't say a word.

Nothing to wear?
She won't complain.

Say right, she goes right.
Say left, she goes left.

Utterly bland and insipid.

And to top it all off...

You promised to come
on the eighth day of the festival.

I'll be waiting.

If you don't come,
I'll never ever speak to you again.

You're a big liar.

You only wrote me
seven letters last month.

It should have been eight.

You really don't
keep your promises.

I've been counting the days,
and if you don't come -

Let's go, my friend.
Come on.

And I feel jealous
of that girl next door.

You know why?

She sees you morning
and evening, and I don't.

It's quite unfair.

Do keep that window shut.

What else is there to write?
That's all for now.

I've misspelled lots of words.

I know you'll laugh.
Go ahead.

I'm no novelist -

just good enough for a letter.

Take good care of yourself.

I'm well, but my heart is sick.
It will heal when you come.

If you don't...

I'll never speak to you
ever ever again...

- How are things?
- Fine, thanks.

- And the family?
- Just fine.

What is it?

Murari?

What is it?

Aparna...

What's happened to her?

In childbirth...

What?

She told me just the other day,

"Ma'am, I'm leaving him
in your care.

He's so absent-minded
and gets lost in his writing.

He might forget to eat at night."

Such gentle ways she had,

and so good-natured.

She suddenly appeared
and just as suddenly -

Well, it's a good thing
the child was saved.

Everyone has their sorrow
and suffering, my son.

But a man mustn't
break down like this.

Besides, you're still young.

"While Krishna has
his knot of hair and his flute,

there'll be women
to serve him."

You could marry
ten times over.

You have nothing
to worry about.

"Dear Pulu, you must
have heard the news by now.

I hear you're going abroad.
I wish you success.

I'm going away too.

I don't know where I'm going,
but I do know why.

I want to be free.

I'm taking
my manuscript with me.

I'll send it to you
if I finish it.

You may publish it
if you see fit.

Yours, Apu"

Oh!

What did you drop there?

All my food's ruined!

I'll show you!
Stealing at your age, eh?

Ouch!

Almost bit my arm off,
the little beast!

Want me to tell the master?
Know what will happen?

You know what will happen?
- You'll tell Grandfather?

A good thrashing
will teach you a lesson!

He'll beat you up.

Who'll beat me up?

My father.
He lives in Calcutta.

Your father lives in Calcutta!
So what?

Should I tremble in fear?

He lives in Calcutta!

We haven't seen his pigtail
these last five years!

Your father indeed!

Beat me up, will he?

Do fathers have pigtails?

In five years

he hasn't shown up even once
to see his own son.

Have you ever heard
of such a thing?

Thinks he's done his duty

by sending a money order
now and then.

Do you know where he is?

I was dead set
against the marriage.

It was you and your aunt

who took my daughter and -

- Do you know where Apu is?
- What good would it do?

Please tell me.

In Nagpur or somewhere,
working in a coal mine,

the good-for-nothing vagabond.

And the boy's just like him,

always running around
and getting into mischief.

The other day he broke
my marble tumbler.

When your aunt was alive
she could manage him,

but now,
with my failing health -

Do you have Apu's address?

Whatever's on his letter.

But what good is that?

Think you can bring him back?

He hasn't even come back
for his own child,

the heartless brute!

You?

When did you get back?

I went looking for you
at my uncle's place.

What are you doing here?

Working.

Since when?

About a year.

All the way out here?

- I didn't come here for a job.
- Then why?

I just ended up here
as I wandered around.

And?

I had to fill my belly.

And have you?

More or less.

How's everything else?
How's the writing?

How's the novel coming?

I threw it away.

What? Why?

What's the use?

Come on.

You planning to stay here?

- No.
- Then what?

I'm thinking of going away.
I'm not happy here.

Where would you go?

Maybe abroad.

I'm saving up.

By yourself?

- Who else is there?
- Kajal.

- Who?
- Kajal.

Your son.

So that's his name, is it?

Listen to me.

What?

Go back home.

Why?

The boy needs someone
to look after him.

He has no one to do that.

There's such a thing
as a father's duty,

or did you throw
that away too?

Who says
I don't do my duty?

I send money, don't I?

- Is that it?
- I can't do any more.

What are you saying?

Have you no feelings
for your own son?

No.

How can I feel
anything for him?

I've never even seen him.

To me he's unreal, imaginary.

For me he doesn't exist.

You've lost your senses.

I've done my duty.

Do as you see fit.

Good-bye.

- What?
- Wait.

My train leaves at 7:00.

Come here.

What?

Do something for the boy.
Put him in a boarding school.

- You can do that yourself.
- No.

Why not?

- I just can't.
- Why?

That's what I don't get.

There's one thing
I can never forget.

It's because Kajal is alive...

that Aparna isn't.

I've sent money three times.
I'll send more if necessary.

I can't do any more.

I can't take any more
responsibility for him.

I admit it:

I feel no affection for him.

If you think he's not being
looked after properly...

make other arrangements...

and I'll cover the cost.

Shall I give you money now?
- There's no point.

I start a new job Monday.

I can't do anything right now.

I'm going.

Who is it?

Whom do you wish to see?

It's me - Apu.

Have you come
to take him away?

I've made arrangements
to leave him in my home village.

I'm going away.

He's lying down upstairs.

He's had a fever,

but he's better today.

I'm your father.

Come here!

No, don't!

What are you doing?

You'll kill him.

Will you be my friend?

I tell very good stories.

Stories about ghosts...

demons...

kings and queens...

princes and winged horses.

Want to hear them?

I'll leave this jewelry with you

in case he has to be sent
to a boarding school.

I'll speak to Pulu again,

but you'll have to bear
with Kajal a few more days.

Good-bye.

You're his father.

Can't you force him
to go with you?

He's just a child.
Make him go with you!

No, I can't do that.

You can't do anything!

I knew it all along.

What is it?
You want to say something?

Where are you going?

You want to come along?

Are you going to Calcutta?

If I am, will you come?

Would you take me
to my father?

Of course.

Will he be mad at me?

Why should he be?

He won't go away
and leave me?

Never.

Who are you?

I'm your...

friend.

Will you come with me?

Come on.

Kajal, come on!

Grandpa will scold me.

He won't know.

I won't tell him. Come on!

THE END