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THE THIRSTY ONE

These smiling flowers

These fragrant gardens

These paths dipped in colour and light

Drinking the nectar of flowers, the bees sway

What can I give to you, O splendid nature?

All that I have is a few tears, a few sighs

I told you to keep the papers in order

Has a ghost stolen that manuscript?

- Did you hear something? - He wished you good morning

Fool! Where is that manuscript?

Have you looked at my things?

Wings?

God forbid! This is a publishing house, not a birdhouse!

Things. Have you read the poems I left?

I have

You'll publish them?

Why? Am I crazy?

Call that poetry? It's a crusade against hunger and unemployment

Sir, poetry deals with gracefulness

Write poems about flowers and songbirds

You're incomparable, sir!

Write about wine and the carafe...

...the delicate neck of the carafe, the curve of a woman's eyebrow

Be quiet! Are you a poet or a barber?

Have you studied poets like Mir and Momin?

Josh and Faiz, too. Beyond your comprehension

Return my poems

They must be somewhere. We'll find them later

You're making a mess of my papers. Are you mad?

So that's where my poems were. Who are you to throw them away?

Should I make a paper hat of them?

Don't insult them by wearing them on a hollow head

So my head is hollow?

How about yours? If you're a poet, I'm a donkey!

Obviously, but it's nice to hear you admit it

Are you weighing vegetables or gold? Add another eggplant

Grandma, there's Uncle Vijay

I've caught Uncle

I'm not your enemy. Why run from your mother?

Son, where have you been all these days?

You lost your father. I can't bear to see you suffer

I'm well, mother

Of course! Just look at the state you're in

Come home. I've hidden away some special food for you

You've found him?

Vijay had such a promising future. Look at him now

I hear poetry has obsessed him

So your poet is back'?

Every literate donkey thinks he's a poet

Where else can he go? Who will feed him?

Take no notice of them. Eat

See, brother? We earn and mother feeds delicacies to her darling son

His lack of shame amazes me

If he had any self-respect he'd starve rather than eat here

Shut up, you two! I won't hear a word said against him

He's back after so long, thirsty and hungry, and you begrudge him

He's hale and hearty. Why doesn't he earn his keep? Depending on us

He's your brother. After father died you should look after him

It wasn't our wish that our parents produced such a good-for-nothing

That I should have to hear this

It was my misfortune to give birth to you two

You won't let me work as a maid, because of your "prestige"

I would do that to feed my son

Sister-in-law, where are my poems?

Address me, not the women

I sold them as waste paper for ten annas

Ten annas? You sold my poems as waste paper?

Uncouth fools like you know no better

You call me uncouth? Did you hear that, brother?

How dare you? I got rid of your papers, now I'll get rid of you!

Where will you go on an empty stomach? Who will look after you?

Take me with you. I don't want to stay in this house another minute

Don't worry, mother. I'll do my best

I'll take you away from here as soon as I can

Vijay, let me get on with my work instead of searching waste paper

There was an important file among that waste paper

A file? Handwritten papers?

- Where are they? - A woman bought them

They caught her eye, she read some, then she took them away

Who is she? Where does she live?

How do I know? She wasn't a local person

Vijay, if she comes again, I'll ask

Come in. Were your brothers as affectionate as ever?

Hungry? You'll end up starving to death

As for me, I got 200 rupees from a rich man today

He ran over an old woman's leg, but I gave false witness for him

Shyam, remember how you found a lamed sparrow as a kid?

You cared for it until it was better

I was only a kid then

But you're still the kid

Do not complain if I look at you with impudence

There!

You looked at me again with such longing

I say...

Who knows what you said?

Who knows what I heard?

Something stirred in my heart

I heard a ringing sound

I felt a tingling sensation

Slumbering dreams reawakened

Something stirred in my heart

My lowered eyes looked up again

My faltering feet are steady now

There is new life in my step

Something stirred in my heart

My hair floats around my shoulders...

...filled with sweet fragrance

Secret longings unravel

Something stirred in my heart

- Listen - Yes?

- That song you were singing... - Did you like it?

Where did you get it?

It's mine

- It isn't yours - Then why ask, if you know?

Because I want...

What do you want?

The file with that song in it

Is that all?

I don't like absurd jokes

Do you like me?

No

Then why are you following me?

If you have that file, it's precious to me. Whenever I have money...

You've followed me empty-handed? You think this is your family home?

I only want that file. It's very important

Get out!

Must I kick you out?

Stop shouting, silly. Your new customer will run away

A pauper! I lured him here, but he hasn't a penny

Juhi, it was him

Gulabo, what's come over you? Where are you running?

I must apologize to him. I treated him very badly

Stop talking in riddles. Speak in plain language

What's all this about?

The man who followed me is a poet

The poet whose poems I bought as waste paper

Look: the same writing, the same paper

And I threw him out as a pauper

He is a pauper

If you hadn't thrown him out, would you prefer hugging him?

Our profession has its standards

Let's go back upstairs

Vijay, have you written any poems in the holidays?

A few

Create something extempore, then we'll consider you a poet

Shall I?

Shall I? On what subject?

Who is she?

Who cares? There's your subject: a poem about her

When I walk, even my shadow lags behind

When you walk...

...the earth and the sky keep pace

When I stop, a lonely evening falls upon me

When you stop, spring and moonlight stop too

Life may present us with many trials, but we will never part

Never break our vow of love, even if Judgement Day is upon us

2We leave the world behind, advancing step by step

Who knows how long we will travel together as carefree as we are?

I want a coolie!

At your service

God! What has the world come to? Educated people working as coolies

Have you brought money today?

No credit

It's counterfeit

I suppose you've got nothing else?

So that's your game!

Who'll pay for the food you've eaten?

Pay up, or I'll have your shirt

Take the plate away

Put it back

Take your money

Keep the change; go to a barber.

He'll make you look more like a human

Why don't you eat?

- I'm not hungry - Yes, you are

You've no right to pity me

I'm sorry... don't let my anger offend you

You have every right to be angry

I treated you very badly the other day

I've nothing against you

Then please eat... for my sake

For your sake?

You hardly know me

I know you very well

Through your poems and songs

I know your thoughts and feelings

What else is there?

I can't understand you

The other day, Miss...

Why do you address me so politely? It seems strange

Until today, I have only heard people rebuke me

Their crude remarks...

...their taunts...

...their abuse, their dirty jokes

But you show me so much respect

Massage, oil massage, head massage

If your head reels with pain, or your heart sinks in gloom

Don't fret, leave it to me, I'll make things right soon

The oil I use has perfume, curing baldness and dandruff

Once my hands begin to whirl, your fate won't look so rough

Listen to me, my son. This oil has great healing powers

It cures a thousand ailments, so why not give it a try?

Suffering a lovers' tiff? ls your business in the throes?

A single touch of this strong hand will dissipate all woes

Listen to me, mister. This oil has great healing powers

It cures a thousand ailments, so why not give it a try?

Be you a servant, be you a master. Be you a leader, or one of the led

Come to me, as everyone does; king or soldier, bow your head

Mr Vijay, come here!

A great poet. I was singing one of his songs

Business has doubled since I've been singing your song

Don't go

I'll just finish him off

Mr Vijay, I'll give you a special massage, completely free

No, Sattar. The present times have battered me quite enough

It's amazing how you still manage to smile, despite the battering

I've seen only two blissfully unaware creatures

A donkey in the noon sun and a starving poet

True. The heat may come from the glitter of gold or the sun

Only donkeys relish it

- What did you say? - Still! We're discussing donkeys

Here I am

- Juhi, weren't you waiting for me? - I'm waiting for a man with a car

With a car? Not a masseur?

- May Allah puncture his tyres - May He puncture your head

- Juhi, are you cross with me? - Out with it

You get upset when I speak of the man with the car

Have you no consideration for the heart you've punctured?

- Get it patched up - I have no wife to patch it

- What do I care about it? - Let's get married

Get lost, you idiot!

Did You hear? You gave me the gift of massaging

If I had the gift of cheating, I'd be the one driving her around

I'm done for! What hit me?

A coconut? I get it. I won't say another word

Phullu! Stop! Brother, don't let him escape. Stop him

If you let him go, I'll have to chase him for a mile

I'm half my size, thanks to chasing these boys

Hello, Pushpa

Vijay? I didn't recognize you

You were smartly dressed at college. Whose "love" brought you to this?

Someone who won't let me go. Unemployment

Your children?

And their father's. They're Gullu and Phullu

Their father's name rhymes with theirs

Rhymes with theirs?

There's a gathering at our old college tonight

All our classmates will be there. You must come

Gullu, wait

Now for another mile race

What are you doing here? Come on

You must come tonight. Don't forget

Leaving the world behind...

...advancing step by step

Who knows where we're heading, as carefree as we are

Where is Bhattacharya? He was going to recite next

Vijay, why stand here, peeping in? Come inside

No, Pushpa. My clothes...

Clothes? You're covered from head to foot. Come along

Ladies and gentlemen

Mr Bhattacharya isn't here. Well, we're delighted...

...we're delighted that Vijay is here...

...and I request him to recite one of his poems

Don't be formal

Start, Vijay

I am weary...

I am weary of the struggle of life

The weariness of my heart may spurn the world

Why such a sad song on this occasion? Recite a happy verse

Afflicted by grief, how do I find a song of joy?

How do I find a song of joy?

I can only return to this life what it has given to me

The desires of the heart are stirred once again

The desires of the heart

I confess that I have been crushed by life's sorrows

There! Today I break...

...all ties with hope

There! Never shall I voice a complaint again

Are you an ex-student?

Do you work?

I spend my time looking for work

Your poems are good

My card. Come to my office tomorrow morning

I am the owner

Here are my poems

- When were you at college? - From '48 to '52

Shall I read the poems aloud, or will you read them?

I married in 1952

Did you study science or arts?

May I recite the poems?

You're sure you left college in '52, or was it before?

In '52

Will you work in my office?

Work here?

I thought you called me about publishing my poems

There's plenty of time to publish your poems

I must find out more about you

About me?

Mr Chatterji, this is your new assistant

You can start tomorrow

What if my heart were to dwell in your eyes?

What if I close my eyes and punish your heart?

I will weave flowers of love in your hair

What if I were to shake the flowers to the ground?

I will bring you into my dreams and tease you

What if I were to rob your eyes of sleep?

I will lay my heart at your feet, swooning

What if I still won't comfort you in any way?

- How have you been? - I'm alive

I would love to see you happy

Don't worry, I have learnt how to be happy

Has another girl been teaching you?

Another girl? One was enough for a lifetime

I don't want such suffering again

You mean you have erased your first love?

I should have

I completely forgot... I was going up

Lady, won't you let us close? Three hours you've waited

Who for?

Does Mr Vijay come here often?

He did, but not lately. Any message for him?

Why whisper sweetly to the boy? I am here, too

Have you found them?

What do you think?

Vijay calls them his poetry

I've read them, they're fine poems

Why not publish a few?

Are you mad?

You should know we publish famous poets, not the trash of novices

Fill the blank space with a soap advertisement

What do you want?

Yes. This trash of a novice...

...may I take it away?

Are you free tomorrow evening?

Come and lend a hand at a party in my house

I'll be there

- Did you see that, Juhi? - What?

What I can see

You see but you refuse to

All I see is your silly face

Keep looking!

Did your heart miss a beat? - Yes.

Let it race a little more

- My heart is getting confused - Confused? Or stirred?

No way!

Juhi, be cross with me as much as you like...

...but who will care for you in your old age?

God will

Don't talk of Him, or a coconut will fall on your head

If you want a secure future, listen to me

If I listen to you, I'll starve to death

You barely feed yourself, how can you feed me?

You can have my share

My hunger will be satisfied just by seeing you in my home

- Really, Sattar? - Abdul Sattar

Abdul Sattar, do you love me that much?

When do we marry?

Stop, you idiot!

Did You hear that? No, nothing

No coconut

Where is your husband?

He's unwell. He wanted me to take him to hospital, but I put it off

How could I miss such a party?

Thank you. How kind of you

Haven't you brought your son?

How did you find my address?

Your address? Do you live here?

Yes. Let's go outside

Mr Ghosh told me to come

Do you know him?

I work for him. And you?

I am his...

Who is the most talented poet here?

All are good, but the man in the black jacket...

Don't tell him about us. Understand?

He's considered to be the greatest of poets

I disagree

Poetry about the nation's progress is better than empty love poems

Gentlemen, stop this argument for once; the drinks are here

Don't bother, dear. What are servants for?

Why are you waiting? Serve

How could I tell her of my sad story of love?

What would I say? How would I say it?

Not a word escaped my lips

And tears welled in my eyes

In the assembly of the ecstatic

In the gathering of the discerning

As they sat clasping the cup of wine

I quaffed the wine, I spilled drops, too

The disquiet of my feelings came to my rescue at last

Perceiving my distressed state, at last she deigned to love me

Who are the fortunate ones...

...who love and are loved in return?

What an appreciative house! Even your servants are poets

I'll see to the food

Poetry is not the sole prerogative of the rich

What were you saying, sir? Why so silent? Pray continue

Who are the fortunate ones...

...who love and are loved in return?

When I asked for flowers, I was given a garland of thorns

Who are the fortunate ones...

...who love and are loved in return?

When I searched for a world of happiness...

...a forlorn, dusty path lay before me

When I sought songs of desire...

...frozen sighs were offered to me

The ones who consoled me only redoubled my heart's burdens

When I asked for flowers, I was given a garland of thorns

Who are the fortunate ones who love and are loved in return?

Parted from me...

Companions parted from me, having shared fleeting moments

Who has the time to clasp a pining lover's hand?

I have found my shadow often weary of me

When I asked for flowers, I was given a garland of thorns

Who are the fortunate ones who love and are loved in return?

If this is called living, then I'll live my life somehow

I will not complain, I'll seal my lips

I'll swallow my tears

Why would I fear sorrow when I encounter it countless times?

When I asked for flowers, I was given a garland of thorns

Who are the fortunate ones...

...who love and are loved in return?

Wonderful! Excellent!

I have come to see you

Mr Ghosh has gone to the board meeting

You shouldn't have come

I have been very upset since the party

You bear me many grudges, don't you?

No, Meena. I bear no grudge against anyone

So why did you sing that heart-rending poem?

You revived my desires

Forget the past, Meena

I was trying to forget

I had remoulded my life. I had controlled my heart

Why return to my life?

When did I ever leave your life? You left me

Do not try to correct your first mistake...

...with another mistake, Meena

I made no mistake

Besides love, a sensible woman needs the comfort of a home

She needs a little wealth

For those things I...

You married Mr Ghosh. Selling your love for wealth

Don't accuse me wrongly

I loved you, but you were poor and unemployed

In life, besides poetry and love there is hunger, too

When you couldn't feed yourself how could you bear my burden?

You never gave me the chance

When a man has responsibilities, he learns to shoulder them

Don't deceive yourself, Meena; you sought wealth and position

You wanted standing in the world

You have all that now, but you regret it all. You know why?

Because you have always been selfish

You left without caring how unhappy I would be

And now you want your husband to be unhappy

Life's real joy is found in making others happy

You never understood that; that's why you're unhappy

Wonderful! My wife's no better than a streetwalker

You misunderstand. Vijay and I hardly know each other

Stop fooling me! How long has this been going on?

- I hardly know him - Is that so?

If you won't admit it, let's see how upset you are when I sack him

- Give me my money - I earn my money the hard way

Scoundrel! Pay up

Constable!

Save me, do something

You? What's wrong?

You!

Sir, has a girl run this way?

No

Who is she?

My wife

Sorry, sir, I made a mistake

What's your name?

Gulab

It's all clear now. You can go safely

O friends!

Having endured the torment of a long separation

Radha was overcome with weariness

So one day she went to her enchanting Krishna...

...and she said:

Today, beloved, hold me in Your arms, my life will be fulfilled

Ease the ache in my heart, cool the fire in my body

Today, beloved, hold me in Your arms, my life will be fulfilled

My hapless eyes have been sleepless for countless years

Without You, no place pleases me

I see no happiness ahead

Sorrow follows me everywhere. Without You, the world is lonely

O my beloved, the nectar of love

Let the nectar of love overflow, so the world floods with feeling

Today, beloved, hold me in Your arms, my life will be fulfilled

Make me Your own

Take me in Your arms. I have been born again and again to serve You

Slake the thirst in me

O beautiful Krishna, slake the thirst in me

O beautiful Krishna, thirst consumes me to the depths

O my beloved, the nectar of love

Let the nectar of love overflow, so the world floods with feeling

Hold me in Your arms, beloved, my life will be fulfilled

Ease the ache in my heart, cool the fire in my body

Hold me in Your arms, beloved, my life will be fulfilled

Gulabo, there's a millionaire in the car. Come with me

Go away. I'm not coming

You won't? I've promised him. Get up!

Let go

You won't obey me?

Pick up your cap!

I used my weak hand, or else your face would be putty

This park belongs to me. If anyone bullies you, call for me

I'll leave my clients and come running

Where are you?

- Did you say something, Sattar? - No. Who was talking?

I get it. What do You think? She's gone?

Who is he? I wouldn't need to ask if I knew

A postcard's contents can be guessed at a glance

But I, a masseur, can read between the lines

Your faraway look, oblivious to the man sitting next to you

Deaf to a word. Sure signs that you're in love

Slipping away is another sign

Tell me truly who he is

A poet

I have a poet friend. What's your poet's name?

That's my friend's name. I'll ask him if he knows another Vijay

Maybe they're the same person

Maybe they are. I'll ask him what's the mix-up

Brothers, is everything all right? What brings you here?

What's it to you if someone's dead? Carry on loafing around

Who died?

- Whose last rites do you observe? - Mother's

Don't call me brother. We tolerated you because of her

Now she's dead, you're dead for us

Where will you go on an empty stomach?

Who will look after you?

I don't want to stay in this house for another minute

Let's see you dance. I'll play the drums for you

Ask your friend to join us

Drink it! I'd even drink poison for her if she told me to

Same here

He's shy

Come, sir, drink up. For my sake

Strange man. Is he a man or a mouse?

He looks as if his grandmother died

He's a beginner, but he finished it off in one go

You're a tiger! When did you start drinking?

Sorrow became unbearable

In my anxiety I drank

This heart of mine was so helpless

Out of pity for it I drank

So he's a poet, too?

Indeed. He's composed over 500 poems

The world has spurned me countless times

Today I spurned the whole world...

...and drank

Where are you going?

My child is ill

Damn your child! I need you, too

Tend to us first, then see to your child

Start the music

These lanes, these houses of auctioned pleasure

These ravaged caravans of life

Where are they, the guardians of dignity?

Where are those who claim to be proud of India?

These twisting lanes, this infamous market

These anonymous men, this clinking of coins

This trading of chastity, this insistent haggling

Where are those who claim to be proud of India?

These age-old, dreamless, dreaded lanes

These crushed, pallid, half-open buds

This selling of sham celebrations

Where are those who claim to be proud of India?

Dancing bells chimes from latticed windows

The tablas play over weary breaths

These soulless rooms, echo with coughing

Where are those who claim to be proud of India?

These garlands, these paan spittle stains

These shameless glances, these crude remarks

These wilting bodies, these ailing faces

Where are those who claim to be proud of India?

Old men have passed through here, young men, too

Sturdy sons, fathers and husbands, too

These are wives and sisters and mothers, too

Where are those who claim to be proud of India?

This daughter of Eve seeks help

The kin of Yashoda, the daughter of Radha

The people of the Prophet, the daughter of Zulekha

Where are those who claim to be proud of India?

Summon the leaders of this land

Show them these alleys, these lanes, this sight

Summon those who claim to be proud of India

It's you, Gulab

Come with me

Taking pity on me again?

Today I am not hungry

I have drowned hunger in drink

I have drunk a lot

I've drunk my joys and sorrows, I have swallowed everything

Where are you taking me?

Come to my house, you need to rest

Leave when you feel better

Should I leave when I feel better?

I'll feel better when I've left this world, Gulab

Everyone has gone. My job has gone

My mother has gone, too. For ever

So what am I doing here? Why am I alive, Gulab?

Don't talk like that. The world needs you and your poetry

The world needs nobody

I tried so hard to make my poetry reach the world

But do you know how the world valued it?

Waste paper sold for ten annas

My life is valued at ten annas, Gulab

You want me to stay alive for those ten annas?

Don't lose courage. Others will stand by you in life

Meena, for instance

How do you know her?

Her name was on your file of poems. Who is Meena?

A high society, decent woman...

...who loves when it pleases her...

...and sells love for a comfortable life

But why such an interest in her?

You were interested in her. That's why

You mean you... no, forget me

You will get nothing from me but sorrow

I've never been able to make anyone happy

You'll publish them?

Why? Am I crazy? Call that poetry?

The world needs you and your poetry

You should know we publish famous poets, not the trash of novices

When you couldn't feed yourself, how could you bear my burden?

It wasn't our wish that our parents produced such a good-for-nothing

Have you read about the poet's suicide?

I knew him. I wonder what troubled him

Serve us tea

"Tragic death of a young poet"

"A young man jumped in front of the Burdwan night train"

"His body was so badly mutilated, identifying him was impossible"

"A letter was found in the young man's pocket"

"It contained a poem. His last message to the world"

"The poet's name...

...was VijaY"

Are you all right, dear?

What's wrong, Sattar?

SHADOWS

Send her in

Who are you?

Where from?

Sona... from Dharmtallah

Give me that file of poems

So you know it contains poems. Then you'll know they are beautiful

I've come to get them published

You came to show them to my husband?

What's your price?

- You'll publish them? - Maybe.

Name your price

Price?

I haven't come to sell them, I've brought them for publishing

These poems are very precious to you, right?

- How did you know Vijay? - By good fortune

What was your relationship with him?

Relationship?

I want to know how a fine man like him met a good lady like you

By good fortune

You sell much for money, why do you refuse to sell these poems?

Are you Meena?

My husband will be here any time. You have to sell these poems to me

- I'll pay 1,000 rupees, 2,000... - Not even 30,000

What's that? Show me

"For Meena...

"...whose memory lives in every word"

I brought them to have them published

What is that?

My life savings

I can't give more than this for their publication

It's vital to me that they're published

If you will publish them, I'll be eternally grateful to you

A fine bookseller! We want Vijay's book. You don't have it?

All sold out

There's a new edition, how can it be sold out?

You're selling it "under the counter"

Have the third edition tomorrow, or we'll burn your shop! Get it?

If only you could see this with your own eyes

Have you established his identity?

No, he hasn't spoken since he was admitted

How are you today?

Let me know at once if he speaks

I can't pay more than 5,000 for them

They're by Vijay, but the price is too high

Do you want to cream off all the profit and leave me nothing?

Then name a sensible price. Show some respect

Sir, are rare treasures ever sold?

Vijay's last, unique poems. I'll share fifty-fifty

Impossible. I can't pay that much

Nice to have met you

Wait. You're a strange man

My last offer: twenty-five per cent

Or you may leave

I wouldn't like you to think I'm unreasonable

Here. Let's shake hands

The shadows of thoughts and dreams stir

I adorn your hair with flowers

Your eyes lower, full of feeling

I do now know what I will say today?

My lips are parched, my voice is hesitant

The shadows of thoughts and dreams stir

I hold your soft arms in an embrace

My lips cast a shadow on your lips

You are sure we will never be parted

I guess we were one, but still strangers

The shadows of thoughts and dreams stir

"Shadows"?

My poems. All the poems are mine! This is my book

Of course. But what is your name?

My name is Vijay. See? This book was written by me

The Vijay who wrote this book is long dead

Think carefully, what is your name?

Why don't you believe me? I am Vijay

I tell you I am Vijay!

Why have you kept me here?

Let me go!

I think he has lost his mind

Telephone Doctor Sen at once

So you are Vijay's brothers?

- His older brothers - I am the eldest

What do you want of me?

Shall I tell him?

I asked what you want

Well, I brought up Vijay and educated him

Fed him with great affection

I made him capable of being someone one day

So did I

My time is precious. Get to the point

The point is, we're here to collect some money from you

Are you sane?

We are the rightful heirs to all his property

Including his songs and poems

We have a legal right to the money you are gaining from his works

We don't want all. We won't object to getting a share of it

I don't know you and I didn't get the poems from you

You won't get a penny. Understand?

That's him

No, it isn't Vijay

Shyam!

That's right. He's not Vijay

So you want a share in the profits?

The rightful claimant is Vijay

He's alive

Vijay is alive

You must be joking

I never joke

However, you will get a share of the profit

Two per cent, on condition that you refuse to identify Vijay

What? Why shouldn't we identify our brother?

- Do you consider us so nasty? - Are we so low?

For a mere two per cent?

Make it sixteen per cent

Very well

Mr Ghosh is a real gentleman

Massage! Oil massage!

A ghost! Lord, please make it vanish!

Gone!

Let go of my neck! It isn't mine

It's me. Vijay

So you aren't dead yet?

He's really alive

I've been forcibly detained. Get me out somehow

What do you want?

I want to whirl my hands on your head, only if you agree

If your head reels with pain, or your heart sinks in gloom

Don't fret, leave it to me, I'll make things right soon

Brother

Don't you recognize me? I'm your brother Vijay

Why are you so quiet?

Don't you want to recognize me, either?

Are you mad?

Vijay's dead

Pushing your way in here, with the nerve to say you're our brother

As if you re my brother. Get out! Hurry!

Where are you heading?

To commemorate Vijay's death anniversary. Are you coming, too?

Of course. Vijay was a great poet and a friend

Did you really know Vijay?

Sit with me

Don't block the way, move aside

He was a fine poet

A gem of a man. He often used to come to me for help

But for me, he would have died of starvation six months earlier

Hurry, or we won't get a seat

Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know...

...we are here to commemorate poet laureate Vijay's death

On this day last year...

...the world's great poet was taken from us in that terrible moment

If it were possible...

...I would have given my fortune and my life to save Vijay

But that could not be

Why? Because of you all

It's said he took his own life, but in fact you killed him

If only he were alive he would see the world which made him starve...

...is now ready to shower wealth upon him

The world in which he was unknown...

...is ready to crown him king of hearts, crown him with glory

It would rescue him from poverty and install him in a palace

This world of palaces, of thrones, of crowns

This world of division, enemy of man

This world of blind custom, hungry for wealth

Would I care if such a world were mine?

Bodies wounded, souls thirsty

Confusion in eyes, despondency in hearts

Is this a world or a place of bewilderment?

Would I care if such a world were mine?

Here a man's life is a plaything

Here live worshipers of the dead

Here life has no value, death comes cheaper

Would I care if such a world were mine?

Youth strays into crime

Young bodies are adorned for the marketplace

Here love is another name for trade

Would I care if such a world were mine?

This world where man counts for nothing

Loyalty and friendship count for nothing

Where love has no importance

Would I care if such a world were mine?

Burn it, blow this world away

Take this world away from my sight

Take charge of this world, you can keep it

Stop his brothers, give what they want, but they mustn't identify him

Mr Ghosh, all your money cannot stop Vijay being identified now

How many will you silence?

No expense spared, I will buy everyone...

...but I don't want it proved that he's Vijay

Or else our name is mud, we'll be finished

Save yourself. I know how to save my own neck

What do you mean?

You think you'll get away with it so easily? You denied him once

I sway with the wind; I followed you when it was in my interest

Now I'll ally Vijay to a better interest

Have you won the lottery?

Not yet, but I have my hands on the king of fame

I've got Vijay; I'll earn millions from publishing his poems

Well done, Sheikh!

You found a real gold mine, but do you think you'll mine it all alone?

You'll share it with me

Idiots! What are you gawping at? Get out!

You are most unreasonable, young man

- To whom have I the honour? - No honour is high enough for me

I can identify Vijay if I so choose...

...and if I don't, he'll be shut away in a mental asylum

Are you head of state to lock him away? His brothers will identify him

Of course we will. He's my brother, after all

- He may not care about us - Others may have profited

- But he is our blood - Why shouldn't we identify him?

Well said! That answers this joker

See that? Brothers are brothers!

- I spent 5,000 on his education - 4,000 feeding him

If we'd loaned that at interest we'd have 15,000 now

Will you pay us 15,000 to identify him?

Fifteen thousand?

Gentlemen, but you have your precious brother back

What more could you want?

Old man, we don't want a brother, we want money

We can't eat him

Vijay, my brother!

Is he Vijay? What proof have you?

Soon you'll say I'm not Sattar

Do we believe him?

Then who came under the train?

We prove it

- We are his brothers - The neighbourhood knows that

We say he is Vijay

I prove it

And I confirm he is Vijay, my boyhood friend

The poet laureate Vijay!

Here a man's death is valued more than his life

Would I care if such a world were mine?

Be quiet. Vijay will speak

Ladies and gentlemen

The Vijay you are ready to open your arms to...

...the Vijay for whom you shout slogans...

...I am not that Vijay

I'm not Vijay

If you aren't Vijay, why deceive us?

I always said he was an imposter

A publicity-seeker

Hit him!

Burn it, destroy this world

Take this world away from my sight

This world belongs to you, you can keep it

Are you mad? Stop them!

There is still time, tell them you are Vijay

They have all come because of you, why don't you explain to them?

I am not that Vijay. He has been long dead

What are you saying?

Be sensible. Sheikh, your brothers and friends say that you are Vijay

Ff lends?

They are not my friends. They're the friends of wealth

Once they refused to identify me

But now...

To take revenge on a few false friends, why turn against yourself?

Why refuse fame and fortune?

If you must, reject your brothers, reject those you grudge

I complain against no one... not against any human being

I complain against a society that tears away a man's compassion

That makes a brother a stranger, a friend an enemy for self-interest

I complain against a culture, a world which worships the dead...

...and tramples the living underfoot

Where it is considered cowardice to cry for the suffering of others

Where it is considered weakness to respect others

In such an atmosphere, I shall never find peace, Meena

I shall never find peace

That is why I am going far away

Juhi, someone called out to me

No one called. Go to sleep

Gulabo, where are you going? You're feverish

Someone called me. Let me go

I am going far away, Gulab

Where?

To a place where I shall not have to go any further

Is that what you came to say?

Will you come with me?