All language subtitles for VER Gadar Ek Prem Katha (2001)

'2nd June, 1947,'

'India's most historical day,
when it was decided,'

'to compromise to attain
the independence of the nation.'

'The Congress, the Muslim League'

'and Lord Mountbatten,'

'signed the partition papers
in the Viceroy's house'

'and India was divided into two.'

'The other half became Pakistan.'

'One of the terms agreed upon was
non-displacement of populations,'

'entitling citizens to reside'

'wherever they wished.'

'But this couldn't be.'

All Hindus of this area
are informed,

this evening a special train
will leave for India.

Carry only the essential luggage.

Leave the rest at your houses
with your names and addresses.

It will be mailed
to the address given to you.

I told you many times
to leave for Amritsar.

Even our son told us
to come to Amritsar.

But you don't listen to anyone.

I didn't know that the Pakistan
government would deceive us.

Wasn't it decided,

Hindus in Pakistan
would be allowed to stay on?

But everything's changed now.

God knows, what will happen now.

I don't even know,
where and how my son is.

Keep this, child.

Mother, what's this?

God, I can't do this!
- Stop, Santo.

What are you doing?

Have courage.

Give it.

My children...

It's poison.

If any misfortune occurs, eat it.

But don't let any ***

dishonour you.

God, it's unfortunate,

a father can't bless his children
with a long life today.

Brother Gullu!

Don't cry, sisters.

Brother Gullu!

No uncle,
I won't let you leave.

So what if your son isn't here?
Your other son, Gul Khan is here.

I swear, uncle and aunt,
I won't let you leave.

Son, feelings have lost,

circumstances have won.

No.
- C'mon, take the luggage.

Come on, let's leave.

Don't leave.

'In this way,'

'millions of Hindu families,'

'were evicted from their land
and made destitute.'

'An 8 carriage train at Pipla
awaited 10,000 people,'

'abandoned by both, God and fate.'

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

Beware, they've come to loot.

Kill the aged and children.

Spare no one.
Plunder them!

Father!

No.

'In this way,
from all over Pakistan,'

'trains loaded with corpses
were sent to India.'

'Indians,
learn how to kill from us.'

Whoever utters this shall be happy.
Eternal is the Lord's name.

'Throughout India,
Hindus and Sikhs retaliated.'

'Even rioters weren't spared'

'from this devastation
of communal violence.'

Is this the way to treat us?

This is disrespectful!

Why don't you
understand our problem?

I'm a reputed businessman
of this country.

It's the duty of the government
to protect us.

Escort us to Delhi airport,
that's all!

Mr. Ashraf Ali, how far
is Lahore from Amritsar by road?

35 or 40 miles, that's all.

Going by road to Delhi
is dangerous.

Brother!

Brother, infidels.

Aslam.

Abdul, tell me what happened.

The Hindu-Sikh mob on a rampage
set Mr. Yahwar's house on fire.

The whole family was slaughtered.

Father, they'll be here any moment.

Usman, Juman, Parvez,

close the gates,

secure the chains.

Inspector, I'm warning you,

if anyone gets inside,
I swear, you'll live to regret it!

The one who starts the fires,
now runs scared.

Don't disrespect my brother.

You, I'll...

Samir, control yourself,

you're on duty.

Because I'm on duty,

I'm silent.
Else...

Else, what would you do?

You're not worthy
to stand in front of me.

Would you dare to hit us?

Sir, this is no time
to lose your temper.

The special train for Lahore
leaves Amritsar in two hours.

Hurry up.

Insolent man!

Sarfraz had often called
from Lahore, to come there soon.

How could I leave
my lucrative business in India?

With vast donations
to the Muslim League,

I tried hard to get the
entire Punjab included in Pakistan.

But it was futile.

They offered us a Pakistan,
like a crumb for a beggar.

If we had a year or two,

we could've sold our properties
and migrated to Pakistan.

Hail the Lord!

Hail the Lord!
- God!

Hail the Lord!

Wait!

Hail the Lord!

Before they break in,
escape by the back door.

What happened?
Come quickly, dear.

Sakina!
Where's Sakina?

Saku!
- Saku!

Saku, where were you?
Come, quick!

Everyone, quickly sit in the truck!

Come on, fast.

Come on.

Be careful Saku.
C'mon, everyone.

Passengers to Lahore, please board
the train as fast as possible.

Another trainload of murdered
Hindus arrived from Pakistan.

Kill these Muslims!

Come quickly.

C'mon, leave soon.

Tara, kill him. He is Ashraf Ali,
who wanted Pakistan.

Kill him!

Get in!

Shabana.
Aslam. Abdul.

Sakina.
- Mother.

Mother!

Father!

Father!
- Sakina!

Saku!
- My daughter is left behind.

Father!
- Sakina!

Sakina!
- Father!

Sakina!
- Father!

Sakina!
- Sakina!

Father!
- Sakina!

Sakina!
- Father!

Sakina!

'Sakina!'
- 'Saku!'

'Sakina!'
- 'Saku!'

'Saku!'
- 'Saku!'

'Sakina!'
- 'Saku!'

'Sakina!'
- 'Saku!'

'Sakina!'

'Sakina!'

Muslim girl.

Abhijit. She is a beauty.
Come here.

Come here.

Come here.
- No!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me!

Tara, save me.

Madam.
- Help.

She is a Muslim girl.
She's our prey.

No one will touch her.

We ran for a mile after her
and now you want her? Lay off.

I said, no one will touch her.

I know her.

So what?
Their men paraded our women ***.

Stand back,
I won't spare her.

Stop!

What are we doing?
Why are we fighting one another?

Brothers, he's Tara Singh.

He's the chief of transport.
Don't you get it?

It's between us.
Let's compromise.

Give up the girl,
we take her first.

Tara, have you gone mad?

Will you shed your brother's blood
for this girl?

Don't forget she's a Muslim.

She's a Muslim.
She's a Muslim.

She's a Muslim?

Now, she's a Sikh woman.

I swear, if any one dares to even
look at her, I'll behead him.

Tara is here.

"Come."

"Come, my unfulfilled love."

Darmiyan, get up.

Still sleeping?
We've reached college.

"Come."

Darn you!
What have you done?

I was asleep.
You startled me. I woke up

and the chickens flew away.
And the eggs...

Stupid!
Get the chickens.

Meanwhile, I'll see
the Major of the canteen. Okay?

What?
Friend, the canteen has a manager.

A Major
shoots enemies with his gun.

And Darmiyan Singh
unloads the truck.

Now catch the chickens.
- Yes, friend.

Fool.
- I'm in trouble!

"Come." - I'm forced
to do the canteen work alone.

Shanty!
- Hello, sir.

Hello. What's wrong? You look weak.
- I was sick, sir.

Are you all right now?
- Yes.

Get me a glass of water
and unload the truck. - Okay.

Sir,

do I unload first,
or get your water?

Are you dumb?

It will take 2 hours to unload.

Do I have to stay thirsty
till then?

First, get me water.
- Very well, sir.

Stupid!

Hello, Mr. Tara.

How are you?

Ms. Bina, Ms. Kanchan,
greetings.

I got unnerved
on hearing English words.

You know,
I'm weak in English.

Mr. Tara Singh, my...
- Goods! Yes, I've brought them.

Your lipsticks.

Your vermillion.

Your bangles.

We trouble you a lot.
- Don't say that!

What trouble?

Your hostel is far from town.
- Yes!

And I have to come once or twice a
week with canteen supplies. Right?

Yes sir, you were to go to a movie?
- What was the movie's name?

First Sight.

So how did you like First Sight?

It's a romantic film.
- Really?

But a new singer called Mukesh
was sensational.

He has stirred hearts.

Really?
- Yes!

"Let the heart suffer."

"Neither weep nor complain."

"Let the heart suffer."

Very good sir, great!

You praise me but didn't recommend
me to sing in the annual function.

It's good, you reminded us.

We'll introduce you

to our new music teacher.

Am I right?
- Sure!

There's a small problem.

Our new music teacher
is quite deaf.

Ever since childhood,
I've been singing aloud.

Right, Darmiyan?
- Yes.

Yes, his pitch has neighbours
running for cover.

Every day there are fights.

Shut up! He's a bit crazy.
I'll show you later.

Okay, Mr. Tara Singh.
- Yes?

Come to the music room at 12
on Sunday for an interview.

Thank you.
- Bye.

Thank you.

Darmiyan, I'm singing
at the annual function!

Yes friend,
if the music teacher agrees.

What?
I will be the music teacher?

But why?

I don't like to mock others.

Sakina, you're a student,
not a principal.

Once in a while, have fun.

He's not a bad singer.

But on stage, at a function,

in front of Mrs. Pinto?

I got it.

You want the poor singer
to give it up, once and for all

and never ever again mention
singing at the annual function.

Of course,
it will be great fun.

Yes and we also told him our
music teacher is hard of hearing.

My God.

Tara is here.

Go inside.

Go.

Greetings.

Say it aloud, friend.

Greetings.

Greetings!

You?
Who are you?

Madam, I'm Tara Singh.

What?
Speak up loudly.

Mr. Tara Singh.
- Tear Singh!

No, Tara Singh.

Bachelor?

So what if you're a bachelor?

Aren't you ashamed?
This is a girls' college?

Now get out.

If she can't hear me talk,
how will she hear me sing?

Sir, she will, if you shout.
- Shout.

Madam,

Ms. Kanchan has sent me to you
for singing.

What?

If you want to eat,
go to the canteen.

Why have you come here?

Not eating!
Singing!

Singing!

Singing!

Singing.

My God.

Say that.

Yes, Kanchan had told me.

But have you sung a song before?

Have I ever sung!

In my village on a hilltop...

What? - When I sing on the stage
in my village,

everyone starts
dancing and whistling.

So sing for me.
- Sing?

Sing.
- Sing.

Darn!

Do everything in life
except sing.

Okay?

C'mon, girls.
- Madam.

What happened?

Today you sounded like
a choked carburetor.

Give me the bottle.
- What, sir?

Give me the bottle.
- Yes, sir.

This is fine.

Sir.

Darmiyan,
what are those pills?

Shanty, these aren't
ordinary pills? - Really?

They're from the famous herb doctor
Bhojraj Khanna from Rawalpindi.

Really?
- Yes!

Last year during the festival,

renowned singer Rawal Singh
suddenly lost his voice on stage.

He took only 2 pills
and sang so many songs,

that they had to sedate him
to end the show.

Now what will happen to sir?

Let's see!

"Fly away black crow.
I'll give you some sweets."

"If you take my message,
I'll bless you."

"In the gardens there are swings
and the mangoes have ripened."

"This life is short
and the nights are long."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"The season of love songs
has come merrily."

"The season of love songs
has come merrily."

"Everyone's eyes are eagerly
waiting for missing lovers."

"The whole night I'm left sleepless
by your memories."

"All my songs
have become my heart's requests."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

Great! Your voice
struck a chord in the heart.

I didn't know
you sang so sweetly.

Then madam,
will I get a chance to sing

in the annual function this year?

We're sorry, Mr. Tara.

We apologize.

Apologize?

Actually,
we girls played a prank.

I'm no music teacher
but a student here.

My name is Sakina.

I'm really sorry, Mr. Tara.

We're very sorry, Mr. Tara.

Sir, this...

Mr. Tara,

may I say something?

I'm very happy to meet you.

I promise
to talk to the principal,

to let you sing at the function.

Madam, wait.

Madam...

I'm glad, I met you too.

You've at least shown consideration
for a poor man like me.

Thanks a lot.

It's all right.

A truck driver will sing at
our college function? Ridiculous.

I can't risk it.

The reputation of this college
is at stake.

Isn't it enough that we felicitate
these poor people?

My dear, you better pay attention
to your rehearsal.

Ms. Kanchan,
I recognized you from far.

Hello.

Some sweets.
- Thank you.

The confectioner had folks
lining up for these sweets.

I kept honking
to get the sweets quickly.

Really?
- Yes.

Where's Ms. Sakina?

'Why does one lose one's mind?'

'From where
do these desires arise?'

'I don't know,
what this heart wants.'

Beautiful, Sakina!
You're marvellous, Sakina.

Mr. Tara.

Madam.

You dance better than the heroine,

Ms. Savita in that film,
Amrapali...

You dance like lighting!

You're so eloquent.

I just say
what comes to my mind.

Let me carry your bags.

Madam,

actually,
I wanted to talk to you.

I was saying that...

I told you,
I'm not madam but Sakina.

But for me, you're madam.

Any progress in my case?

Which case?

I mean, about my singing.

Mr. Tara.
- Yes.

You see, we...

Actually,

the principal said,
since you aren't in this college,

so you can't sing at the function.

That's right.

How silly of me!

I couldn't understand
that I'm not a student,

hence I can't sing
at the function.

Madam, don't feel bad about it.
You tried, right?

As it is, I sing all the time.

I'll see you
at the function tomorrow.

"Song of memories."

"It was a melody of love and life."

"It was a melody of love and life."

Ladies and gentlemen, honourable
guests and my dear students...

God gifts talent to only a few.

This is the theme
of today's programme,

which will be presented,

by our final year students,
Sakina and her friends.

'Madam, don't feel bad about it.
You tried, right?'

Respected principal, teachers and
honourable guests of this college.

We present to you,
the theme Mrs. Lamba just spoke of,

in a new style.

As the flower spreads fragrance,
the sun gives light

and a child
smiles in his innocence

without a care for big or small,

similarly, nature gives to us

the art of music
without discrimination.

One such artist
is here amongst us.

Mr. Tara Singh.

Come, Mr. Tara.

Go, pal.

This madam throws in a surprise!

Friend, come.

Mr. Tara, please come.

Go on, pal.

Go on, pal.

Go pal.

'Why did you
bestow a favour on me?'

'You've taken
all that was once mine.'

Come, Mr. Tara Singh.

Don't be afraid.
Come.

Didn't you say that when you sing,
the whole village starts dancing?

Sing something like that today.

Go on.

Sing.

Sing.

C'mon.

"I went out with my truck."

"I went out with my truck."

"During the journey, at the
crossroads, I left my heart."

"During the journey, at the
crossroads, I left my heart."

"God knows, when I left home
and reached my destination."

"I left my heart there."

"During the journey, at the
crossroads, I left my heart."

"At that turn, I met that beauty."

"At that turn, I met that beauty."

"This village simpleton went mad."

"In the shadow of her tresses,
I went to sleep."

"When I awoke, I ran to her,"

"breaking gates
and jumping traffic signals."

"I left my heart there."

"During the journey, at the
crossroads, I left my heart."

"I just had
a glimpse of her..."

"I just had a glimpse of her"

"and her image
was imprinted on my heart."

"I don't know her name,
but for me she was Romeo's Juliet."

"I dreamt about her
and made her mine in my dream."

"I left my heart there."

"During the journey, at the
crossroads, I left my heart."

"She cringed, feeling shy..."

"She cringed, feeling shy,"

"as if woken from sleep."

"I said, listen to me girl...
She got scared and ran back."

"She thought, in her house,"

"quietly and slyly,
a thief had come."

"I left my heart there."

"At the crossroads,
I left my heart."

Bye, Kanchan.

Write a letter.
- She really deserved it.

Bye. Have a good vacation.
See you soon.

All the teachers and the Principal
enjoyed it too. - Madam.

Madam.
- Tara Singh.

I got late at the market.
I had to buy a gift for you.

Gift?
- Yes.

Often when people part,
they give gifts, right? - Really?

I took 2 nights to decide the gift,

because it had to be
as beautiful and pure as you.

Here.

For you.

For me?

Thank you.

Madam, we are home.

Freshen up.
I'll get you some clothes.

'She's Muslim?
Is she?'

'This makes her a Sikh woman.'

Madam, clothes.

No, madam.
Don't misunderstand me.

I made you my wife
only to save your life.

I'm no match for you.

I know very well,

I can't marry you!

Don't worry.

You're completely safe here.

'Sakina!'

'Saku!
- Sakina!'

'Sakina!'

'Sakina!'

Throw her out.
Bring her out.

Throw her out.
Bring her out.

We won't spare her!

Throw her out.
Bring her out.

We won't spare her!

Shut up!
- Bring her out.

Shut up!

Jassi,

she's the madam from Shimla.
- She must be a madam for you.

For us she's that scoundrel
Ashraf Ali's daughter. - Yes.

He escaped us,
but he didn't escape death.

Ashraf Ali is dead.

The train that left Amritsar
for Lahore, last night

was destroyed at Attari station.

Why is she alive?

Bring her out!
I'll strip her...

That fellow has gone mad.
Kill him!

Run, scoundrels!

Run!

Go away!

If you come here again,
I'll cut you into pieces!

Madam, don't cry.

Maybe they lied.

Besides, Attari is nearby.

I'll take you there right now.

The British ruined India.
They've split us.

Ticket Master, actually, I...
- I know, my boy,

in these times you two
surely aren't holidaying here.

So you want to know,

if anyone was left alive
on the train from Amritsar.

Who can survive this bloodshed?

This can't be!

The *** ruined India.

Come.

These are the belongings
of those unfortunates,

killed on the train to Lahore.

See if anything
belongs to your people.

The British ruined India.

They partitioned it.

What do you want?

"When I was just a little girl,"

"I asked my mother,
what will I be?"

"Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?"

"Here's what she said to me."

"Kay sera, sera."

"Whatever will be, will be."

"Kay sera, sera."

No, father.

No!
This can't be!

He died!

This can't be!

This can't be!

This can't be!

Madam!

Madam!

Madam!

Madam!

Madam!

Madam!

What are you doing?

I want to die! I'm a Muslim!
Madam, get a grip on yourself!

Get a grip on yourself!

Tara, some want India,
some want Pakistan!

No one needs human beings.

You too were killing Muslims.

Why did you spare me?
I want to die too.

I know, how circumstances
can turn a man wild

and drive him to commit murder.

Do you remember
the happy singer Tara, madam?

He had everything.

But this mayhem looted Tara

and made him a pauper.

It snatched away
his mother, father, sisters

and everything from him.

Madam, with these hands,
I've cremated my entire family.

Those pyres may be extinguished

but I'm still suffering the pain.

This isn't just our story.

It's the story of thousands
of Sikhs, Hindus and Muslims.

They've become walking corpses,

without a heartbeat,

without a wish to live.

But no matter,
how merciless life is,

we have to live.

We have to live.

"I miss you very much."

"Someone tell me,
what am I to do?"

"I miss you very much."

"I miss you very much."

"Someone tell me,
what am I to do?"

This is heavy. I'm dead.
- Hurry.

Sir, for 4 days, I hid in the
warehouse to escape being killed.

My back...
- Shut up and get the tins.

My name creates confusion,
as to whether I'm Sikh or a Muslim.

If Muslims catch me, they say
he's a Sikh, burn him alive.

If Hindus and Sikhs catch me,

they say long hair
doesn't make me a Sikh.

You're Muslim.
You'll be buried here...

Pal, that's an English table.

What do we do with this?

Fool.
- Yes?

Can madam sit on the floor
to eat like us?

Have you seen in films,
how rich folks eat? - Yes.

Liveried servants
serve food on china plates.

Shall we eat like that too?
- Shut up!

Just serve the food.

Yes.
- Shall we eat like that too?

Madam will eat.
- Of course. She is Madam.

Okay!
- Yes.

Madam.
- Yes.

Have it.
- Yes.

Drink water.

Yes!

Pal, I had mushrooms but...

Darn the innkeeper. I told him
repeatedly not to cook mushrooms.

Madam, don't worry.
It's a strange affliction.

Only the herb doctor Khimji Lal
can stop his whistling.

I'll fetch him.

Affliction?

Come, doctor.
- Where's the patient?

How far do I have to walk?

What's the problem?

Ever since I ate mushrooms,
I can't stop whistling.

She'll be after you
if you whistle so much.

No girl is after him but he
can't stop whistling. - I see.

Don't worry.
I'll clear him fast.

What!
- I'll cure his whistling fast.

Lie down.

It's done.

Is Darmiyan all right?

Of course, Mr. Tara.
What are you saying?

Ask Darmiyan.
Right?

My hiccups...
- Are you cured?

Seems like...

First it was only whistling.
Now I have hiccups too.

Pal, our scheme worked!
- Yes.

Madam is laughing.

Tell me Tara, what do I do?

What do I do?

Madam, don't cry.

You look better smiling.

Madam.

Stupid fool!
He should've thought about it.

He brings a Muslim girl home!
I'll fix him.

Hurry up.
- Aunt.

Aunt!
- It's aunt!

What do I do?
- Aunt has come. We're dead.

She has come.

Stop her.
I'm coming down.

God!

Take this.
- Aunt, welcome!

Move away, scoundrels.
- Come in.

Where's the Muslim girl?
- What? Pickles?

Scoundrel, not pickles,
but Muslim girl?

Which Muslim girl?
I don't know.

What?
- What?

Your uncle will fix you, scoundrel.
You think I'm a fool.

You all make me mad.
- Aunt, greetings.

Bless you, son.
May you live long.

Aunt, is everything fine at home?

No!

Everything would've been fine if
your uncle had come with his shoe!

I stopped him, saying he should
let me go and check...

Get out of my way.

I said let me see
if the neighbours are lying,

about the Muslim girl.
- Aunt.

Aunt, there is...
- Aunt, do you want buttermilk?

Move aside. - Aunt, listen.
I'll explain everything.

Come out.
- Aunt, that's Miss Sakina.

She is from a good family.
She's a riot victim.

Her parents are dead.
- God, is she all alone?

Yes.
- God help her.

Tara,

if you want to do a good deed,

leave her at the Muslim camp.

I'm talking to you.

Got it?

Silly boy.

Leave her there.

You'll leave her, right?

The whole neighbourhood
is disgracing us.

You hear me?

I forgot,
I made sweets for you.

Let me have the sweets.
- Here.

Fool, you're holding them.

Look. I've made sweets of almonds
in clarified butter.

If you eat one
in the morning with milk,

you won't feel hungry all day.

You're careless.
You're always out in your truck.

Have it, son.

Give her some.

Poor girl!

Bye.
C'mon.

Where?
- C'mon.

Escort me to the rickshaw.
- Pal, I'll escort aunt and return.

Don't finish the sweets.
I'll be back. - Come.

Madam, don't mind my aunt.

Her heart is as clear as crystal.

Your aunt is right.

And I don't want to
cause you more trouble.

Leave me at the Muslim camp.

They'll send me to Lahore
to my uncle.

We have a big house there.

You're right, madam.

This house isn't worthy of you.

But, you in a refugee camp?

No, madam!

Let me take you
to your house in Lahore.

No, you can't go
in this situation.

You...

Don't worry.
I'll arrange for everything.

'Sakina madam...'

'To madam Sakina...'

'Is this a bouquet
or a garden of spring?'

'A poor man has lost his heart
at first sight.'

'I'm fated only to pine for you.'

'Having you is a desire.'

'Your memories are my heartbeats.'

'You dwell in every beat, my love.'

'Madam, I know very well,'

'even if I want to,
I can't marry you!'

'She's Muslim?
Is she?'

'This makes her a Sikh woman.'

'Now if anyone
dares to look at her,'

'I swear, I'll behead him.'

Don't worry. I'll prepare
for tomorrow from tonight.

I'll marinate, cook
and load the food on your truck.

You say...
- Keep quiet.

Madam, I've arranged
to go to Lahore.

My truck is ready.

At dawn tomorrow,
we will leave for Lahore.

Madam,

may I ask you something?

Will you think of me?

I'm such a fool!
Such a silly question.

'Will you think of me?'

"In the gardens there are swings
and mangoes have ripened."

"This life is short
and the nights are long."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"God is first and one.
All humans are his creation."

"God is first and one.
All humans are his creation."

"With his blessings, wounds soothe.
With pride, nothing is achieved."

"With his blessings, wounds soothe.
With pride, nothing is achieved."

"He is the truth."

Darmiyan!

"Praise the Lord."

Darmiyan, come quickly.
I have to tie a turban.

I'm coming, sir.

Let me help you
with your turban today.

Madam,

you know how to tie a turban?

Yes, I played a Sikh
many times in college plays.

Sit.
I'll tie the turban.

Can I ask you something?

Why don't you get married?

Great, madam!

I'm a gypsy.
I'm always on the move in my truck.

Who will marry a truck driver?

Even if someone does,
I'll make her do all the chores,

I'll make her cook for me
and serve me.

If she nags,
I'll beat her up too.

Check if the turban
is tied properly.

What happened?
Isn't it tied properly?

No. The turban's tied perfectly.
- Then why did you take it off?

For no reason.

I don't think
you can hide anything from me.

Madam,

I can never wear this.

I'll always treasure this.
- As in?

You'll be across the border.

Only God knows,
if we will meet again.

Whenever I'll miss you,

I'll look at this turban.

"Departing traveller..."

"Departing traveller,
you won't return again."

"Let us leave our well-being
in God's hands."

"Departing traveller,
you won't return again."

"Let us leave our well-being
in God's hands."

You're spitting on me.
Hit them!

Hit them!

"With difficulty
in their hearts..."

"With difficulty
in their hearts,"

"people weave some dreams."

"These dreams are very brittle."

"They make us cry when shattered."

"These dark clouds
spread over our hearts."

"Let us leave our well-being
in God's hands."

"Departing traveller,
you won't return again."

"Let us leave our well-being
in God's hands."

"O ocean water,
you'll never rejoice again."

"O ocean water,
you'll never rejoice again."

"You'll only remember..."

"You'll only remember
the stories of those going away."

"O ocean water,
you'll never rejoice again."

"O ocean water,
you'll never rejoice again."

"Don't know
what is being left behind."

"Don't know
what is being left behind."

"Something
is breaking in the heart."

"There is no story on the lips
yet the eyes are tearful."

"I will not forget,
neither will you."

"Let us leave our well-being
in God's hands."

"Departing traveller,
you won't return again."

"Let us leave our well-being
in God's hands."

"Departing traveller,
you won't return again."

"Let us leave our well-being
in God's hands."

I won't go to Lahore.

Madam!

Madam!

Madam!

What's the matter?
Why won't you go to Pakistan?

I told you,
I don't want to go!

I understand, madam.

You're afraid,

I'll leave you in Lahore...
- Will you please keep quiet?

What do you think of yourself?

You go on talking without caring
about anyone's feelings.

You won't marry
till you find someone,

who'll cook for you
and serve you?

And if she nags,
you'll slap her, right?

Madam?

Very well,

I'm willing to serve you.

I'll cook for you.

And mind it,
I can even take a beating.

How dare you
bring her into the house?

Uncle... - These people
tore our country apart

and killed my brother Gurdeep
and his family.

You want to marry her
and have a relation?

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!
- Stop. What are you doing?

Stop.
- Tara is our son!

Don't get excited, you'll get ill.

What's left of life?

He has disgraced
our entire family.

Sit. - How will I face
my brother Gurdeep after death?

Uncle, take this. Kill me.

But get one thing clear.

Hatred only burns to ashes,
be it countries, homes, hearts.

This hatred gave a sword to me.

If love hadn't stopped me,

I too would've burnt to ashes.

Uncle,

you want to see me settled down?

Without the blessings of my elders,
I'll never be happy.

Besides,

who else can I call my own
in this world?

You still don't agree?

Very well, uncle.

Tara, stop.

Stop him.

He's like a son to us.

Please stop him.

Tara, are you leaving me?

Tara!

"In our fate is a bunch of grapes.
The boy looks like a date tree."

"This couple
doesn't suit each other."

"People, this couple
doesn't suit each other."

"Our girl is like a rose flower."

"Tell us boy,
you're the son of which landlord."

"This couple
doesn't suit each other."

"This couple
doesn't suit each other."

"In our fate
is a beautiful pomegranate,"

"the boy winks at the girl."

"This couple
doesn't suit each other."

"This couple
doesn't suit each other."

"In our gardens
mangoes have ripened,"

"the nights of love have
grown longer. Have mercy on us."

"God, have mercy on us."

"God, have mercy on us."

"God, have mercy on us."

The beauty
I was never destined to even see,

is mine today, forever.

Lady luck took pity on Tara, madam.

Not madam, Sakina.

How silly of me!

Aunt said, I have to give you
a gift before seeing your face.

But I have nothing.

Good.

Then I can ask
for the gift I want.

Sing the song that you sang
when we first met.

Yes, if you sing along.

"Fly away black crow,
I'll give you sweets."

"If you take my message,
I'll bless you."

"In the gardens there are swings
and mangoes have ripened."

"This life is short
and the nights are long."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"The season of love songs
has come merrily."

"The season of love songs
has come merrily."

"Everyone's eyes are eagerly
waiting for missing lovers."

"Today is the night of bonding,
don't speak about separation."

"I shall be quiet and you too let
the hearts hear about love only."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Fly away black crow,
I'll give you sweets."

"If you take my message,
I'll bless you."

"In the gardens there are swings
and mangoes have ripened."

"This life is short
and the nights are long."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

Father!

"Come home foreigner..."
- Father!

"Since your life
and my life are one."

Father is alive!

I'm calling from
the Pakistan consulate in Delhi.

I want to talk to Mr. Khan.

Madam, a lady here says,
she's Mr. Khan's daughter.

Here, speak.

Hello!

Hello!
- Hello.

Hello, mother.
- Saku.

Mother.

Saku.

Yes, mother.

Saku.

Saku.

Saku, how are you?

I'm all right, mother.

Saku...

Saku, we thought
God has taken you...

I'm alive, mother!

I'm alive.

One minute...

One minute, Saku,
let me call your father.

One minute, talk to your aunt.

Wait for a minute.

Saku, are you fine?
- Yes.

Listen, Saku has called
from India. - Saku.

She's alive and well.

Come fast. Our daughter is alive.
- What?

Hurry! - Saku is alive.
Saku, my daughter.

Saku!

Saku!

Saku?!

Saku.

Father, I'm Sakina.

Your Saku.

Saku, my child.
We looked everywhere for you.

I always told everyone my Saku
would surely come back to me.

I'm back, father!

I want to meet you all.

Married?

Yes, I have a son too.

You'll be very happy to meet him!

His name is Charanjit.

Charanjit.

She has a son too!

I want to see you.
I'm longing to see you.

It has been so long.

Apply for a visa at the consulate.

I know people there.

I'll come, father!
I'll surely come.

I can't tell you
how happy I am.

Father didn't celebrate
any festival

all these years without me.

He said,
he'll send a plane for us!

Mother, we'll travel by plane?

Yes, son.
- We'll go by flight!

What's this?

The Pakistan's consulate general
hasn't signed the boy's visa.

Let me see.

He forgot to sign this.

That's fine
but it's illegal to allow anyone,

to fly without the signature.

What are you saying, officer?

How can I travel without Jeete?
- Please try to understand,

Sakina is
the mayor of Lahore's daughter.

After years,
she's going home for a festival.

If she doesn't get there on time,

everyone will be disheartened.

I understand, but I'm sorry.

Mr. Iqbal,
can't we get it signed now?

Not before 3 days.

The consulate general
left for the festival.

Father was so happy
to know that I'm coming,

And now...
- Sakina.

You leave today.

Jeete and I will come later.

Mr. Tara is right.

I'll get the boy's visa signed
and send them later.

Let me have the paper.
- Give it.

I'll clear your boarding.

Just a matter of 2 days.

No.

Don't go away, mother.

My baby.
You're a good boy!

I want to come with you.

Sakina, go on.

I'll take care of him.
- I want to go in the plane.

I want to meet grandmother.
- Son.

Son...

Listen to me, don't cry.

Good boys don't cry.

I want to go with mother.

Son, we'll go after 2 days.

Come, I'll show you the plane.

Be quiet.

Father, you!

Father!
- Saku! My child!

Were it not for the visa problem,

Jeete and he would be with us too.

See them standing there.

Jeete!

Father, you came all the way here
but you didn't even get down?

Had I stepped on this land,

my old memories would've awakened.

It was here
that I lost my son, Aslam.

Besides,

neither this land,

nor this country,
nor these people are ours.

Our land, our people...

Our country is Pakistan.

'The flight has reached
Pakistan from Tehran.'

'Pakistan International.'

It's good

that the mayor's daughter's
arrival time wasn't published,

else the whole city
would've been here to welcome her.

Yes.
Why not?

Sakina deserves to be welcomed,

as she isn't only
a politician's niece,

but also Pakistan's child,

who despite being enslaved
and tortured by Sikhs,

clung to her religion,
country and roots.

Where's Walli?

Wife.
Karim.

Find that mad Walli.

Mad?
Who's that?

My eldest son.

Is Mr. Nehru coming?

Mr. Nehru?

What are you saying?

I asked, is Mr. Nehru coming?

Will there be a public meeting?

What nonsense!
Are you mad?

Move from here.
Come, Jackson.

Englishmen!

British!
- What?

Go away!

What is he talking about?
Is he mad? - India is ours!

India is ours!
- What's his problem?

Who's shouting slogans for India
in Pakistan?

Walli, quiet!
- Move.

Control yourself.
Gentlemen, don't be offended.

A police baton
struck him on the head,

hence he sometimes imagines
it's 1946, before partition.

Partition?
- Brother.

There's no partition.

Come, Sakina is due to arrive.

Saku.

Banu.

Sarfaraz,

Sakina's return,

has given me a purpose in life.

Now I...

Won't miss Aslam.

I know, how you feel.

But I worry,

Sakina's past
might influence her future.

Sakina is my daughter, Sarfaraz.

She won't go against me.

Mother, despite knowing the truth,
you're saying this?

Child,

it wasn't the truth,

but helplessness.

Our people
were ruined in those riots.

I can't forget images of Aslam,

being brutalized.

In front of me he was...

Your father,
who only walked on carpets,

walked for miles
over rocks and stones.

Our misfortunes
seemed insurmountable.

If it wasn't for my brother

and this house in Pakistan...

Mom, please.

I understand.

During the riots everyone had to
endure misery and destruction.

But, why am I being
put through this ordeal?

For God's sake,

let me go to my husband...
- Keep quiet, Sakina.

You care only for yourself,
not for our honour.

Do you know, what was said
when your father went to bring you?

They insulted you
for living with a Hindu

and said he should disown you.

We had to lie
to hide this disgrace.

Just forget Tara Singh.

What?

Mother!

I'm married
and it isn't frivolous.

I even have a son.

Yes.

I can't live
without my husband and my son.

Why?

Haven't I also borne
the loss of my son?

Why don't you understand, Sakina?

The rift
between India and Pakistan,

can't be bridged now.

The politicians create rifts

and citizens have to suffer.

I won't tolerate this, mother.

I've met you,

father,

and everyone.

Now I'll leave quietly.

Leaving your father grieving?

It isn't like that, father.

It's surprising,

an educated girl like you,

can't understand
despite being given an explanation.

Child, if we're caught
in the rain suddenly,

we seek shelter
even in a filthy place.

That's what you did.
- That's untrue.

He never forced me.

He even risked his life,
to bring me to Lahore.

You don't know, father.

A man as pure of heart as him
is rare to find in the universe.

Also rare is a father
as helpless as I am.

Child, I understand,

getting over your past
will take some time.

Father, it can't happen.

I've got to return.
- Saku.

Every step I take
is a step forward.

Before you
is a golden political opportunity,

that leads to the highest seat.

I want to see you
as Pakistan's future.

How do I explain it, father?

My future
is with my family and home.

"Come to meet me, my love."

"Come to meet me, my love."

"Come to meet me, my love."

Welcome Mr. Khan!

Best wishes on the festival.

Same to you, Mr. Ashraf.

"Sleep doesn't
come to these eyes."

"Sleep doesn't
come to these eyes."

"I don't like kohl or vermillion."

"Deserted is my courtyard."

"Deserted is my courtyard."

"Deserted is my courtyard."

Sakina has still not come.
Get her. Quick.

"Deserted is my courtyard."

"Come to meet me, my love."

"Come to meet me, my love."

"Come to meet me, my love."

Let me go.

Don't stop me!
- Please don't leave.

The cities celebrities are here
to celebrate the festival.

If you don't attend,
your family will be disgraced.

Stay back.

Don't lose heart so soon.

If you care for master's happiness,
he too will reciprocate.

Yes, child.

"The moon has come,
the stars have come."

If this song was in Urdu,
it would've been great.

Urdu is exquisite,
Hindi is so complicated.

You mean to say,

after the country,
music too should be partitioned?

"Only you didn't accompany them."

Sakina.
- "Come to meet me, my love."

Sakina has come!
- "Come to meet me, my love."

Why is she wearing vermillion?

Banu, you should've
given her this jewellery.

Take this, dear.

"How do I colour my drape?
I don't like any colour."

Here comes my daughter.

Come, dear.

He is my friend,
Mr. Lal Hussain Shah.

He's a senator.

God bless you.

Mr. Idris is the editor
of the famous newspaper Jung.

Bless you.

We're publishing the atrocities
you suffered in India,

on our front page.

God's curse be upon the man,
who made you live in hell.

Come, let's meet the other guests.

"Come to meet me, my love."

"Come to meet me, my love."

We await the day, when Sakina
will enter politics, Mr. Ashraf.

You're right, Sarfaraz.

Sympathy can uplift
the political career.

You know the nuances of politics.

With that missing signature
on the child's visa,

you swung the entire game around.

"Come to meet me, my love."

"Come to meet me, my love."

"Come to meet me, my love."

"Come to meet me, my love."

"Come to meet me, my love."

Yes, I didn't let him
get the visa,

because I couldn't bear
to see you with that Sikh.

I've made a big mistake,

by coming here
because of my love for you.

Had I known that retribution
would be a fate worse than death,

I would never have come.

This high status,

these comforts,

exalted political position...

Is all this retribution?

Get one thing clear.

I won't let you destroy this vast
business, this political identity.

Whether you want it or not,

whether you cry or scream,

you'll stay in Pakistan only.

If this is your decision, father,

then fine.

I won't go to India.

I will neither call him,

nor write letters.

All I'll do...

I'll only wait for him.

Wait.

Because I know,

sooner or later,

he'll surely come to take me.

For sure.

That Indian will come here?

That Sikh? Our enemy!

The one who shed our blood?

He'll come to my country?

I swear, not even the news
of his death will reach India.

It won't!

It won't!

I'll cut that infidel
into little pieces,

that he'll be unrecognizable!

Sir, it's been weeks.

Please grant me a visa.

I even got my marriage certificate.

It's futile, Tara Singh!

I told you many times,

both countries
doesn't consider marriages,

during the partition as legal.

Why don't you understand?

If my marriage to Sakina is fake,

is my child fake too?

No, sir.
Don't be unjust.

Trips to your office
have emptied my pockets.

My son and my family
are in a terrible state.

You're back to nag us.
- Mr. Iqbal.

Why do you create scenes daily?

I'm harassed.

You said, you would give
my son a visa in 3 days

and my visa...
- Stop talking nonsense.

Let me put an end
to your daily nagging.

Get this clear.

We have orders from officials
not to let you enter Pakistan.

You won't get a visa.

Mr. lqbal!

Do you think I can't enter Pakistan
if you don't stamp a paper?

No power, no border can stop me
from reuniting my son and wife.

I will go.

I surely will!

You'll go to Pakistan?

Are you crazy?

And for a girl,

who has forgotten you?

She hasn't even written a letter.

I never trusted these people.

I just gave in
to your stubbornness.

Son, the water that flows away,
never returns.

Forget her.

How, uncle?

She's my wife
and Jeete's mother.

Right.
Is it so easy to forget someone?

Right?
What can the child do?

So do we sacrifice his life too?

In Pakistan, he'll get killed.

He's young and strong.

Let's find another bride
from our community for him.

Forget that cheat.
- She's no cheat.

There must be a problem.
- Get the registered letter.

You're still disillusioned.

You haven't understood
even after being insulted. Look.

Bring it fast.

Take. - Look, what
I've got for you from Gul Khan.

Read what's written in it.

'The mayor's daughter,
enslaved by a Sikh.'

'She was tortured.
She had a baby.'

Do you recognize
her treachery now?

All lies!

I know,
what she must be going through.

I have to bring her back.
- Dad.

Dad...

I'm going too.

No, Jeete, stay here.

No, dad.
I'm coming.

Son, you'll stay here.
- No. I'm going too.

Son, you'll stay here.
- No. I'm going too.

Have you gone crazy?

Quiet, my dear.

Mom left me,

now you're leaving me.
I'm coming too.

I want to meet mom.

"We got separated."

"We got separated."

"The paths are lost
but we shall meet."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

"We got separated."

"The paths are lost
but we shall meet."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

"If it would be a paper
I would tear it."

"If it would be a thread,
I would cut it."

"If it would be the world
I would leave it."

"But how do I break a promise?"

"For this promise,
I have to live and die, my love."

"We got separated."

"The paths are lost
but we shall meet."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

Fire!

"O wind, go and tell him..."

"O wind, go and tell him,"

"about my condition."

"Tell him about my condition."

"I'm living like a corpse."

"I utter your name
day and night..."

"And remember you."

"People have broken
the dreams of my heart, my love."

"We got separated."

"The paths are lost
but we shall meet."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

"Remember this
and wait for me."

Brother!

My dear friend!

Brother!

Brother!

Gullu, how are you?

Is everything fine?

Life is getting along, dear.

By God, I've missed you a lot.

Governments
and names of countries changed,

but can the heart be changed?

And how are you?

Listen, Mushtaq's father.

You always leave me behind.
At least walk with me sometime.

Whom are you saying it to? Listen
Tara Singh, I mean Tara Khan.

If I leave her behind, would
this family have been possible?

You didn't get it?

All these children are ours.

What? Brother Gullu,
you've got so many children!

What?

What is it?
- Don't stare. Come here.

My friend has come.
Get some buttermilk.

Okay.
- Go.

Come, Chunnu.
You're like your father.

Be careful.
- Keeps on ranting.

Take them lovingly.
What are you looking at?

Go!
- I'm going!

Mother, come on quickly,
I'm feeling hungry.

This is the problem,

mistake
and insult of my house.

He thinks, I'm stupid.
Mushtaq, Rashid, Ahmed come here.

Tell me, isn't this the same
Tara Singh with your father?

Tara Singh. Answer me.
Isn't he the same man?

What are you saying, mother?

This one's bearded and that one
is clean shaven. - Clean shaven.

Don't worry brother, I'm here.

It is Tara Singh.

He's no Khan.

I've given birth to 6 children.

I'm not dumb
even if I'm uneducated.

Tell your father.
- I'll be back.

Isn't he Tara Singh?
- You're just grumbling away.

Whom are you referring to?

Listen to me.

When God is one,

how can His creations be different.

So what's the difference
between a Khan and a Singh?

What do you say?
- Shut up!

Listen to me carefully.

This Tara Khan
won't stay in this house.

Do you want to orphan
all your 6 children?

God!
How do I explain it to her?

Whom are you talking to?

What did I tell you?
Get us buttermilk.

I'm stuck in this marriage.
I'm ruined!

Get out of my way!

Move. Go with your father!
- God!

Shut up. Stupid children
of an uneducated woman.

Brother.
Where's he gone?

Don't take
an illiterate woman seriously.

You forgot,
what mother used to say.

She said, she had 2 sons.

You, and the other is Gullu.

I know, Gullu, but I don't want
to be a problem for you.

Whom are you saying that to?
A friend is never a problem.

I pray to God,
that all your problems become mine.

But you don't know
Ashraf Ali's immense power.

I'm useless in front of him.

Look.
Sakina is getting married,

to Sarfaraz's son, Salim,
in Islampur.

We've gained Independence.
The country is free.

We've gained Independence.
India is free.

Stop this!

What are you playing?

On this auspicious day
of independence play this tune,

"The best of all nations,"

"is our India."
- What nonsense?

Somebody stop him.

Walli, what are you doing?

Get away,

people of this world.
India belongs to us.

Keep quiet, fool.
- Why?

I'm a true Indian.

Karim, I've told you often
to leave him at home.

On festivals and weddings,
we can't lock him up.

Take him away!
- Lock this mad man.

Who is mad?

I'm not mad,
you all are mad.

Come, brother.
- You all are mad.

You all have gone mad!
- Saku, calm down.

I'm already married.
Don't you realize this?

You shameless girl!

You shameless girl, keep quiet.
- Listen to her, Saku.

Keep quiet.

A woman has to
change herself with time.

God!

How do I explain it to them?

How?

Respect your parents' wishes, girl.

The bridegroom is waiting outside.

Why are you involved?

You're a priest.

Your job is only
to ask my permission for marriage

and leave.

Don't forget,
it's my job to stop injustice.

The holy book says,

it's a sin
for a married woman to marry again

if her husband is alive.

This isn't a sin!

What you did is a sin.

In our religion if both
the boy and girl aren't Muslims,

their marriage isn't accepted.
Forget him!

The body can forget to breathe.

Morning can forget to dawn.

You may forget your God.

But to forget him,

is impossible.

Quiet.
Fear God!

God isn't yours alone, priest.

Ill-mannered girl!

It's profanity!

Shameless, ill-mannered...

If brother had allowed me,
I'd have taught her a lesson. - No.

This ingrate won't listen
until somebody dies here.

She won't be satisfied.

Why are you taking poison?
Have you gone crazy?

She alone needs this poison.
Take this and die.

We'll think you never returned.

Aunt,

I'm so helpless,
I can't even die.

If I could,

I'd have died long ago.

But I know,

he'll face countless problems
and come here.

He'll call out for me

and search for these eyes

and look for these lips.

And if I don't meet him then...

I can't betray and cheat him.

That Indian
won't dare to come here.

Is he a true lover?

I swear, I'll thrash him so
that he'll forget romance.

Tara!

"Fly away, black crow,
I'll give you some sweets."

Tara!

"If you take my message,
I'll bless you."

"In the gardens there are swings
and mangoes have ripened."

"This life is short
and the nights are long."

"Come home, foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home, foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"How sad is our love story!"

"How sad is our love story!"

"Our eyes are filled with tears as
much as the water in the 7 seas."

"When I speak to myself
and my heart..."

"When I speak to myself
and my heart, about you,"

"the rains come
even before the rainy season."

"Come home, foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home, foreigner."

"Come home, foreigner."

"Come home, foreigner"

"since your life
and my life are one."

"Come home, foreigner,"

"since your life
and my life are one."

"The mountains
are so high and unfathomable."

"The mountains
are so high and unfathomable."

"Don't ask,
how many guards guard love."

"Only God knows,
what happens in love."

"Breaking all boundaries,
the lovers unite."

"Take me away foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Take me away foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Take me away foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Take me away foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

Hail the Lord!

Stop!

Leave Sakina.

I left her once,

thinking that
she'd meet you and be happy,

but you ruined her life.

Stop this nonsense!

How dare you
come to our country?

I'll cut you into pieces,
you'll be unrecognizable.

You had shed blood
of our brothers.

Didn't you shed our blood?

My mother, father and relatives
were killed by your people.

But that was a madness
that passed.

Today, I've come to take my love

and my son's mother.

I've forgotten hatred.

You forget it too.

Forget hatred
towards you Indians!

If I had my way,
I would've shot every Indian.

Which Indians will you shoot?

It's due to us
that you have an identity.

The world knows,

we gave you 650 million,

during Partition which helped you
have a roof over your head.

You can't save yourself
from the rains

and you're talking about
shooting bullets.

You're challenging
Pakistan's military.

We got half of Kashmir.

One day, we'll have India...
- Shut up!

Beware!

Be the father
and bid your daughter farewell.

It will be good for everyone.

If this Sikh loses his temper,

thousands will die here.

Rogue, I'll kill you.

For God's sake, stop it!

Mr. Ashraf,
have you become a demon?

You are politicians, not butchers.

The matter can be resolved
by discussion.

Karim, take them to the guesthouse.
- Yes.

Mr. Ashraf and Mr. Sarfaraz,
come with me.

Come.

Come.

Priest, if you hadn't stopped me,

I swear,

I would've beheaded him
then and there. - Mr Ashraf.

Rage destroys wisdom.

You're a politician.

You sneeze
and it makes newspaper headlines.

Just think.
Had the Sikh died at your doorstep,

it would be
a windfall for the opposition.

And it could be
dangerous for Sakina.

You're right.

If a simple trick can do it,

why resort to violence?

You've entered Pakistan
without a visa.

I can get you arrested

on charges of espionage

and let you rot in jail for life.

But I won't do that.

Because my daughter
is my weakness

and you're her weakness.

And I'm no tyrant,
not to bow to my daughter's wishes.

But you must accept 2 conditions.

First,
you'll have to accept Islam.

Second,
you must stay here in Pakistan.

What are you saying?

Why?

You only want us to
make sacrifices for your happiness.

If I can bow before him,

forget hatred
and accept an Indian,

can't he do this much for you?

If you can become a Hindu for him,

can't he become a Muslim for you?

I know such decisions
can't be made so soon.

Hence I give you
one night to decide.

Think it over.

'Praise God!'

'God is great.'

You're very fortunate, Tara Singh,

to be called by God into his fold,

by giving you this chance
to become a Muslim.

What are you thinking?

Do you accept Islam?

Man's greatest religion is
to protect his wife and children.

Do you accept Islam?

Temples and mosques
are one and the same.

Hindus and Muslims are the same.
- Do you accept Islam or not?

Do you accept Islam or not?

I accept.

Allah be praised!

Then come to a mosque

with sincerity to get converted...
- One minute, priest.

Before he steps into a mosque,

let's find out
if he's worthy of being a Muslim.

If you accept Islam,

it's fine.

Say!

Hail Islam.
- Hail Islam!

Hail Islam.
- Hail Islam!

Hail Islam.
- Hail Islam!

Hail Islam!

Hail Islam.
- Hail Islam!

Hail Islam.

Say...

Hail Pakistan.
- Hail Pakistan!

Hail Pakistan.
- Hail Pakistan!

Hail Pakistan.
- Hail Pakistan!

Hail Pakistan.
- Hail Pakistan!

Hail Pakistan.
- Hail Pakistan!

Hail Pakistan.

Say...

Down with India.
- Ashraf Ali!

Ashraf Ali!

Ashraf Ali!

Why are you
playing a political game?

We don't mind
hailing your Pakistan.

But our India was,
is and will live long.

Long live India!

Long live India!

Long live India!

Long live India!

Long live India!

Stop this nonsense!

Until you denounce India,

how can we be sure,
you're a devout Muslim?

There are more Muslims in India
than here.

Their hearts and their lips
always say, long live India!

Are they not devout Muslims?
- Stop lecturing.

Until you denounce India,

you can't have Sakina.
- Enough!

If I can beg for my wife and son,
I can also kill for them.

Kill that rogue!

Is everyone mortified?
Get that scoundrel.

Catch him!

Catch him!

Dad!

Dad!

Mom.

Jeete.
- Jeete.

Long live India!
- Sir, listen.

The country is free!

Stop, sir.

Brother.
- The country is free!

Stop. Brother!
- The country is free!

The country is free!
- Listen, brother.

Stop!
- When we've gained independence,

why don't you let me
hoist the flag?

Hail India!
- Stop.

This country is free.
Try to understand.

This isn't India but Pakistan.

Pakistan?

Brother!

What nonsense!

This is a country,
not a piece of farm to be divided.

Brother! - The leaders
of our country aren't that mad.

Brother!
- Long live India.

We thought on the pretext
of converting to Islam,

we would instigate him

and then my men in the mob
would kill him.

I didn't know that Sikh,

would make 200 of your braves
look like ***.

At times even an ant
can roar like a lion. - Father!

Brother! - They don't let me
hoist the flag.

They say it's Pakistan.

Is it right?
- Karim, take him away!

We're discussing
important things.

Let's go.
- Come.

Mr. Ashraf.

Tara Singh's escape vehicle
was found abandoned near Mirpur.

Don't worry, brother.

It's 400 miles to India
from Mirpur.

His snap has been published
in all papers in the area.

The police are on the lookout.

He won't escape
Constable Suleiman.

I don't care.
My daughter must return safe.

I want my daughter.

I want my daughter.
Got it?

Have hot tea.
- Thank you.

How's the boy?

Is your son fine?

Have tea.

Thank you!

If you hadn't given us shelter,

our son's health
would've been worse.

We'll never forget this favour.
- It isn't a favour.

My husband saw you last night
and recognized you.

Khan was a sweeper
in Mr. Sarfaraz's house.

Didn't you come there?

God, the earrings are lovely!

Very beautiful.

If I risk my life to save you,
I should get something too.

Stay as long as you want. Every day
I'll take a piece of jewellery.

Don't worry.
No one comes here.

Don't worry.
Nobody will come here.

She wants your jewellery.

You're my ornament.

May I say something, Mr. Tara?

Even if I were to die today,

I wouldn't mind.
- What are you saying?

We will all go to India.
I'll take you home.

Take care of Jeete.

I'll make arrangements.
Okay?

We're old friends.

We drove together for years.
The vehicle is getting ready.

By God's grace,
I'll take you to Attari.

Keep some money.

No, friend. - Return it later.
You don't understand.

Your wife's with you on this
long journey. You'll need money.

Now tell me,
where do we pick her up?

From Maliwada.

I'll get the truck.
I'll just come.

Imran, count the pieces.

Great, Niazuddin!
Tara Singh shouldn't escape.

Yes, inspector.

I even know, where Tara Singh
has kept the mayor's daughter.

But am I getting my reward
for sure? - Certainly.

Hello.

Friend, you've revealed
your true colours.

Hello!

Hello!
Niazuddin.

Niazuddin is dead.
- What?

Get my warning clearly.

Don't pursue us,
else you'll die too.

What?

I mean a son should never
compete with his father.

You didn't understand?

A father gives birth to a son.

Pakistan was born out of India.

What nonsense!

Surround Transport Nagar!

Everybody fall out.
- I don't understand!

When he was willing
to accept Islam,

why did you start sloganeering?

Don't you even feel
for our grandson? - Be silent.

You think that Sikh can
get out of Pakistan with my Sakina?

I was wrong to agree with you.

Happiness came with difficulty
but has now slipped away.

Driver, let's go.

Listen.

A day has passed.

Give me your earrings.

Lovely earrings,

let me have them.

"My beloved... - My beloved is dark
too. Drive the fair ones out."

Cursed woman, fear God.
She's the mayor's daughter.

If he gets to know,
you'll be beheaded.

Forget it! For so much gold,
I could even die!

What did you give me?

All my life, you've given me
lentil soup to eat.

I can't miss this opportunity,

to earn wealth.
No one's coming here.

The leader of the truck union
will take me to the border now.

What are you doing?

We've known each other
for ages, son!

Leave my neck.

I know you're a victim of politics.

But all men aren't alike, son.

I think once they know your story,

every man in Pakistan
will sympathize with you.

Rehman is right.
- Gullu?

Ever since I read it in the papers,
I've been looking for you.

And I was sure
you would come here to Rehman.

Brother...
God is with us.

We'll surely find a way
out of Pakistan.

Come with me.

People,
Tara Singh is an Indian Sikh.

He's 6 feet tall,
fair and clean shaven. - Mom.

He's a criminal and
is wanted by the Pakistan police.

Anyone who sees him
or has any news of this Indian,

is to inform the
nearest police station immediately.

Don't be afraid,

I'm with you.

Give me the bangles.

The bangles are very beautiful!
- Mom.

What's wrong with the Pakistanis?

What wrong have we done to them?

Why are they after us?
- It's nothing, son.

It's all madness.

It's true
the nation has been partitioned,

but business goes on as usual.

Indians will consume our sugar
and we'll eat their betel leaf.

But we'll both hate each other.

Anyway, forget it.

Yes. It's true. Every Friday
trains travel to Rajasthan,

carrying sugar and cotton.

Opium is also sent, concealed
in cotton and sugar. - Opium!

What are you saying?
- Sit.

Sir.
If opium can be sent,

by your grace,

men can be sent too.
- Men?

What are you saying?

Money?

Dispatcher...

Isn't that too much money
for you to refuse now?

'Neither father nor son
but money is the greatest.'

Your job's done.
Men will be sent to India.

This is the wagon number.

Be there at 2 tomorrow.

The train leaves at 2:20 sharp.
Okay.

Gullu,
how do I repay this favour?

Who are you
talking to, brother?

Are we different?
Be there.

I'll see you there.

Go.

'Wanted, dead or alive.'

What a disgrace for Pakistan!

An ordinary Indian
eloped with the mayor's daughter!

Friend, I've heard he's married
Sakina and has a son too.

If that's true, grave injustice
is being done to him.

Don't say that, Hassan!

Can you think of a Hindu
as your son-in-law?

Stop!

"My beloved."

"My beloved."

"My beloved."

Catch...

Catch him.

"My beloved."

Spread out, find the Indian.

Move!

"My beloved."

Look ahead. Spread out.

I, Constable Suleiman,
swear I'll tear him apart.

Run!

Give me your nuptial chain.
- It's the sign of a married woman.

I can't give it to you.
- I told you on day one,

I want a piece of jewellery
every day. - I gave you all I had.

Only this is left.
I can't give it to you.

If you can't, get out of here.

We won't go before he arrives.
- Get out!

Then give me the nuptial chain.
- Leave my mother.

Leave her!
- Get lost!

Leave it.
- Son.

Dad, that woman...
- Leave it.

C'mon!

No sir, I've done nothing.
- Stop!

Did my daughter stay here?

Yes, she was here for 3 nights.

My Saku had to
live in this dirty place,

in this filth, God!
- We found this jewellery, sir!

What is it?

These ornaments belong to my Saku!

This means that this woman...

Don't hit me.

I made a mistake.

How dare you touch my daughter?

You dared to take her jewellery!

Leave her.
Come here.

My daughter had to endure
so much pain because of that Jat...

I'll kill that rascal.

Salim,

depute the army
on all roads to India. Go!

I won't spare that Sikh!

I won't spare him. I...

What happened?

I dreamt,

we have reached home.

The door,

the courtyard,

the kitchen

and you returning
from the transport office...

I even dreamt,

my father came

to give us his blessings.

Tara Singh, I'll kill you
and feed you to the dogs.

I'll give you a gruesome death.

Find that Indian!

You were hailing India!

Where are your guts now?

Why are you hiding like a coward?

Check it properly.
Move!

Check ahead.

Open it.

Look inside.
He shouldn't escape.

You look ahead!

They are hiding there.

Bloodstains!

They are here!
Find them!

They should be here.

Where's that ***?

He's somewhere nearby.
Surround the carriages.

Set that wagon on fire.
- Are you out of your mind?

My niece Sakina is in it.
- Silence, uncle!

He's insulted me the most.

When Sakina isn't mine,
then she'll belong to no one else.

Fire!

Jeete.

Father!

Hello, Charlie Alpha, message.

Darmiyan!
- Darmiyan!

I won't spare you.

Dad, look.
Dad.

Dad.

No.
- No, mom!

No.
- No, mom!

No.

Dad.
- Mom.

Dad, mummy.

Mom!
- Sakina!

Sakina!

Sakina!

Doctor!

Doctor!

Doctor!

Doctor!

Doctor, has Saku
regained consciousness?

Not yet.

But you removed the bullet
long ago, doctor.

Why isn't she conscious yet?

We've done all we could.

Doctors can't do everything.

Pray to the Lord
that the medicines work.

'O Lord, have mercy.'

"Fly away black crow.
I'll give you..."

"Some sweets."

"If you take my message,"

"I'll bless you."

"In the gardens there are swings"

"and mangoes have ripened."

"This life is short"

"and the nights are long."

"Come home."

"Come home."

"Come home..."

"O foreigner, since your life
and my life are one."

"Come home foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

Jeete!

Mom.

Saku...

Saku, my child.

Saku.

Forgive me, son!

No.

A son-in-law is to be loved.

And I...

Forgive me, son.

In the greed for power,

I forgot the greatest religion,
humanity.

Forgive me.

You're right, uncle!

This world is based on humanity

and love.

Gandhi had said,

non-violence
is the greatest virtue.

Non-violence
is the greatest virtue.

"In the gardens there are swings
and mangoes have ripened."

"In the gardens there are swings
and mangoes have ripened."

"This life is short
and the nights are long."

"Come home, foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home, foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home, foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home, foreigner, since
your life and my life are one."

"Come home, foreigner, since your
life and my life are one."

"Come home, foreigner, since your
life and my life are one."