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So you think this story
can't be made into a film?

No.

I set up this film company
to make money.

Write me a love story.
Something romantic!

Something box office!

You must also think of the country.

Think of those children.

They're the future
of our country and of humanity.

Don't ruin their lives.

At least hear all the story.

Hey, tie it tightly.

- It has to be ready in an hour.
- All right.

- Where are you?
- Coming.

Don't dare tell anyone!

Get lost.

Shameful! Useless!

Fool!

I'll teach you!

Useless boy. Acting in plays!

Go.

Acting in plays!

When I grow up, I'll be in many plays.

Let's see what uncle does then!

Witch, you told on me!

I didn't tell anyone.

Liar! I'll beat you black and blue.

I'll beat you as well!

I won't spare you.
Let go, you witch!

What's going on?

If I see you again,
I'll chop your nose off.

Where are you going?

None of your business.

To the city.

Are you enrolling this child?

Yes.

Very good.

He's a talented boy.

He's a rascal.

Good day.

LESSON 1:
BUY THE BOOKS OF MAC MILLANS.

LEARN ENGLISH
AND BECOME A CLERK.

So, this little brat wants to study?

I will thrash him
and make him suffer.

I must go now,
I've got work to do.

Sit there.

Show me your notes.

Are there mangoes in your garden?

Very good.

You, show me your notes!

Idiot, this composition is dreadful!

Sit down.

Yours, Roopchand.

Hey, is there anything
inside your head today?

Want to know more?

- Beat him.
- Let go!

- Beat him.
- Get lost!

Get up.

Let me see.

Take this.

- Is this the one?
- That's him, sir.

Quiet.

Give them ten rupees
and send them away.

Leave!

This is Udayan's grandfather.

There are many elderly people
like him in our country.

I feel despondent when I think
that strange dreams don't come true,

I have to suppress my emotions.

Don't feel despondent, my son.

Great feats are achieved in the world
by people who have such thoughts.

It's futile to suppress your emotions.

Do it harder.

- Let it cook more.
- All right.

Sit straight.

Udayan.

Wash your hands immediately
with the solution in the blue bottle.

Diseases like those are contagious.

Ah, yes!

Now I see a glimpse of you
in these pictures,

but you need
new experiences, my son.

You should go to a big city
and see life.

Where should I go?

You should go to Benares.

Your imagination
will be stimulated there.

I immediately left for Benares.

Ramesh is bringing some girls,

but we need to find more boys
and girls and do the show soon.

- Okay, but...
- Don't worry about the money.

I'll make all the arrangements.

Look, they've arrived.

Hello, Udayan.

- Hello, Noor.
- Hello.

Hello. Come in and sit.

I've brought these girls.

Their father is my friend and
a professor at Allahabad University,

but there is one thing:

he said that
they won't work for money.

One more thing, Udayan,
my uncle has come from Mumbai.

I told him about you,
and he wants to meet you.

- Can you come tomorrow?
- Sure.

- You come too, Noor.
- Of course.

Who is it?

Who is it?

This is what happens
when you misuse "Taal."

What are you doing? It's not him.

You've brought the wrong person.

Get up.

Now that you're here,
let me show you something.

This is "Taal," on whose beats
the entire world revolves.

They transmit life force
to the universe.

Noor, you've arrived!

- Hello, Udayan.
- Hello.

The same girl. The same face.

You're staring at her
as though you know each other.

Ramesh! I told my brother
not to make fun of me.

Come.

Uncle, this is my friend Udayan,

and this is Noor Mohammed.

So you're Udayan.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Noor, come and sit.

Please sit, Udayan.

It's a pleasure to meet you both.

My daughter, Uma.

- She's naughty.
- Naughty boy's sister.

I agree. You are
this naughty boy's sister,

and so you're my little sister.

I will address you informally.

You should address me informally,
brother Noor.

You only met each other a minute ago,
and now you've become siblings.

- Why not?
- And he is silent.

Ramesh said that
you're a painter as well as a dancer.

I love both of those arts.

She has been learning dance
since childhood.

Really? That's so strange.

Now he speaks.

Get them some tea.

I'll come too.

Is that the same knife
I gave you as a child?

Yes. It's the same knife.

When are you performing the show?

As soon as possible.

Father, it will be my first chance
to dance on stage.

Unfortunately I won't be able
to attend the show.

- Why not?
- I must go to Allahabad for work.

Be patient, my heart

Be patient, my heart

Be patient, my heart

Be patient, my heart

Be patient, my heart

Why are you getting restless?

It is an unknown happiness and desire

Be patient
You will achieve it

It is an unknown happiness and desire

Be patient
You will achieve it

Be patient, my heart

Be patient, my heart

Forgive me.

Whenever I see Lord Shiva's
processions, I forget myself,

and I start singing.

Why are you so restless?

Has the flower of your heart blossomed?

Why are you so restless?

Has the flower of your heart blossomed?

All the secrets of your heart

Who has heard them?

Who has heard them?

Who opened the door of his heart

And gave you a place to stay?

Who opened the door of his heart

And gave you a place to stay?

Be patient, my heart

Be patient, my heart

Be patient, my heart

Be patient, my heart.

What could I teach you, Uma?
You're fantastic.

I love the dance
you've choreographed.

Do it again.

Brother, the manager
of Shakuntala Theater is here.

I told you about him.

- Is he from Malabar too?
- No.

- Hello.
- Hello.

So you're rehearsing.
Very good.

Can you all leave, please?

Why did you ask them to leave?
Let them continue.

He's my good friend.

He helped me with my show,

and he has promised to help us
at Shakuntala Theater.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- The entire city knows...
- Let's talk about money.

No, not now.

It depends on the show.

I'll make sure the theater is full.

Then there will be lots of money.

I agree. Let's fix a date.

It's all over.

Uma, are you really going
to Mumbai tonight?

Yes, I have to go.

You're leaving.
They're leaving too.

I will feel forlorn.

I will pray to God that someday
I can help you in this work.

These past few weeks
passed like a dream.

All of you are leaving
at the wrong time.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Write to us, Udayan.
- I will.

Say hello to your father for me.

Goodbye, Uma.

What's the hurry?
Leave everything as it is.

We will do as we wish.

- Get out of our way.
- We don't have to listen to you.

Leave now!

What's going on?

I advertised the show a lot.

If it wasn't a success,
what can I do?

- He says we owe him 300 rupees.
- Why?

Look. I spent this much money
on advertising,

distribution, printing posters,

making curtains,

renting chairs...

Carriages and horses.

All initial expenses.

- Who knew you?
- Show me the accounts.

Who are you
to look at my accounts?

You're a liar and a cheat!

Go to hell!

I will crush you.

Thief.

So you want money!

Let's get out of here!

Police! Police!

No!

No!

Police!

- Quick!
- Police!

Both of you know what happened next.

He feels guilty
for murdering the manager.

Don't ever leave him alone.

Death here as well.
Death is all around.

Who's there?

A woman. I wander in darkness.

Who are you?

Do you think I'm crazy?

I'm not crazy.

My mother has just died.

Death.

Whenever you hear a scream
someone else has died.

No, I won't let you go.

I found a lone man alive
in this hamlet of death.

Where is Udayan?

Brother Noor! Brother Noor!

Noor!

Brother Noor!

You've come.

You're the same man I met in the dark.

A dead body
is lying in my house too.

The nectar is falling
Collect it from the tall palms

The nectar is falling
Collect it from the tall palms

The pot at the top is overflowing

We fill up big pots at home

We fill up big pots at home

The pot at the top is overflowing

The nectar is falling
Collect it from the tall palms

The nectar is falling
Collect it from the tall palms

The pot at the top is overflowing

We fill up big pots at home

Kamini, why are you sad?

Come on.
The dancing outside is wonderful.

You'll feel better.

I don't like rustic dancing.

I don't like this village.

These villagers
are the life of our country.

Have you decided
about leaving tomorrow?

How can I decide?
You're busy with your friends.

Tell me. Where will you go?

Why not come to Mumbai with me?

The estate account.

The Mumbai company account.

The bank account.

The key to the safe.

Very good.

Let's talk about work, Udayan.

- If we tour Allahabad, Benares...
- Not Benares.

Or Allahabad.
Cross them both out.

CALCUTTA

LUCKNOW

DELHI

KARACHI

LAHORE

AGRA

MADRAS

BOMBAY

Wake up.

You always sleep
in this wonderful city.

Which city?

All the filth of Europe
and America has been dumped here.

What's shameful is that
we are proud of our ignorance.

I like Benares.

You're sleeping again.

Wake up.
Our dress rehearsal is today.

Rehearsal?

Of course, you'll get to meet Uma today.

This is Uma and her father.
This is Kamini.

Udayan has told me
a lot about you.

This is my friend Sunder,
and another friend.

Start rehearsing. I'll be along shortly.

Once more.

Once more.

Once more.

- I can't do it.
- If they can do it, so can you.

I'm tired!

So now you know everything.

But don't tell anyone.

So you really...

Please, understand me,

my life is a living hell.

Come on, get up.

Watch us dance for five minutes.

Go on rehearsing.

Come on. It's getting late.

We'll be right back.

I toil for you,
but it's all for nothing.

You only think of Uma.
I'll kick her out.

No one can snatch you
away from me.

Listen, Kamini,
you mind your tongue.

Those poor girls and boys
slog for me day and night,

and you dare complain about them!

Who walks on the banks of Yamuna
With a slow gait?

Dressed as a woman from low caste
She seems like a queen from heaven

She's dressed in a yellow sari
She has covered herself

She doesn't wear anklets
Whose wife is she?

Who walks on the banks of Yamuna
With a slow gait?

Dressed as a woman from low caste
She seems like a queen from heaven

Do come, Uncle,

- today is our last show.
- I will come.

Uma, I didn't know
you were also a good cook.

- Goodbye, Uncle.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Uma.
- Goodbye.

Uma!

- What's happened?
- Autograph please.

Where were you?

Do I always have to tell you where I go?

Uma's house.

Here, a letter from Uma.

Why are you so quiet?

You'll get sick
working so hard, Udayan.

Not sick. I'll go crazy.

There's no need to get angry.

I didn't say it to hurt you.

How could you hurt me?

Police. Police.

The police are everywhere.

A death penalty
would've been better than this.

Are you drunk
or have you really gone mad?

I committed a murder!

I'm not joking, Kamini.

- When?
- Before I met you.

- Who was it?
- The manager of Shakuntala Theater.

Shakuntala Theater! Who?

Shankarlal.

Is it true?

Now I understand

why you didn't put your name
on the program.

Hello.

Inspector.

My life is a living hell...

So for you I am hell.

Let's see how she extricates you
from this hell.

Send the police immediately.

Today is the last show.
Concentrate on your performance.

Now go and rest.

Turn on that spotlight.

Over here.

Towards me.

Fine. Now that one.

- Over here.
- Come with me.

- Where to?
- I want to show you something.

The police are outside Udayan's room!

What are you doing?

Be quiet.
I'll make everything all right.

Send him in.

Good evening, Ms. Kamini.

Please, have a seat.

- I hope I'm not late.
- You're right on time.

I value time,
because time is money.

We spoke about money
over the phone.

I've brought it, Ms. Kamini.

Not to praise myself,

but believe me,
Shankarlal has never cheated anyone.

I have prospered so much
because of my honesty.

I've called some rich people tonight
to collect money for your art.

Miss, should I stop him?

No need.
Thank the inspector for me.

After you get money
at the party tonight,

let these village boys and girls go.

They don't understand you,

or how much you've done for them.

Uma, come here.

Here's the money.
You won't have any problems now.

We all want to leave you.
We discovered you don't need us.

That money belongs to brother Noor.

Donate it to a charity.

Come on!
Why are you taking so long?

You go, Kamini.
I don't want to meet them.

But for you I...

- What is it?
- Nothing.

Nothing?

Master!

I've been thinking about him.

- It was a wonderful dance.
- Yes, indeed.

Did you hear, Mr. Naik,

whiskey is being legalized?

Really?

Yes, it'll now be available
for 30 rupees.

I've paid 125, even 150 rupees for it
on the black market.

I wish men's blood
could be sold like liquor.

It would fetch
at least as high a price.

Have you read the news?
There's going to be a severe drought.

A drought.

Our poor country.

I pity us Indians.

I used to faint when I'd read
the news of drought in Bengal.

My husband used to say,

"Lily darling,
don't read the newspaper.

You have such a weak heart."

I don't understand why
Mr. Gandhi and Mr. Nehru

are taking so long to free our country.

Because you don't pay
their salary, madam.

Hundreds of thousands
are starving in India.

What a pity!

Don't pity them.

Instead, let's drink to their death.

- A toast.
- To their death!

There's nothing else we can do.

Why not?

You are all rich and wealthy.

You could provide financial aid
to the country and the arts.

Good idea.

It's the least we can do.
Isn't it, sir?

Not "sir." He's the king of mills.

Not a king.

I'm a farmer, a helper of workers.

A friend to the poor.

This factory is my business.

I want to transform the workers

into iron muscles and wheels.

I want to turn them into a machine.

Move! Back to work!

Will you lay down your life
for a handful of rice?

No.

It's time.

It's time.

It's time.

It's time.

It's time.

Have patience.
It's not the right time.

What's happened to him?

All right.

Listen, you don't have
to operate the machine,

you have to work like a machine.

We have to work like a machine
We have to work like a machine

Machine... Machine... Machine...

We are leaving our land
And getting trapped...

In a demon's snare

Beware!
Don't let him brainwash you.

We want money! We want money!

Great! Money!

Police!

Money!

Money!

My rich and wealthy friends
who have gathered here,

I know that all of you love
your country and its culture.

- Of course.
- Yes, certainly.

Mr. Udayan wants to open
a cultural center,

but all of you
will have to help him,

at least for my sake.

Sure, I would even
lay down my life for you.

Thank you.

Mr. Udayan will now talk to you
about the cultural center.

I should talk to them?

Liquor has disturbed their senses.

They only know how to exploit the poor.

- And I should talk to them?
- Udayan, you're drunk.

You don't know
what you're saying.

I was very drunk.

The trance of your fake culture
made me lose my senses,

but I have regained my senses.

Stop, you're humiliating
these decent people.

Decent?
Which of them is decent?

Show me his face.

He, who has stripped
thousands of women bare,

and spun clothes in his mill
for rich women?

Or the officer
who loves to rape women?

What?

I don't have bad feelings towards them.

They're living zombies
who even take bribes from the dead.

These are the women of our society,

who sell their honor
for clothes and jewelry.

Are they decent?

- What are you doing?
- Who's decent?

Who can claim to have scruples?

- Nonsense.
- Wild man.

Why did you invite him?

- What's he doing?
- He's crazy!

Has he no shame?

- We don't know him.
- No money for the cultural center!

I don't care!

And you! Because of you
I forgot humanity,

and I hurt my friends' feelings.

I became greedy
for fake honor and esteem.

Move.

Where are you going?

Where you and your corrupt society
can't reach me.

Let go!

My poor dear.

- Poor thing.
- Udayan!

Udayan.

Mr. Udayan.

You want to promote culture,

but how will you without money?

Even if you went begging door-to-door,

you wouldn't get
more than five or ten rupees.

Here, you could've had thousands
all at once.

I respect you a lot.

You can really do something
in the world.

I want to donate this money
to your cultural center.

May God grant you success!

I have one request.

Don't think that
all rich people are bad.

Rich people are also human.

Sir!

Sir!

Here.

Five million rupees!

From where did he come?

He's so sweet.

Forgive me.

Udayan opened a cultural center
in the pristine Himalayas.

Many students
came to the cultural center to learn.

Udayan set out on
the biggest mission of his life.

The cultural center
has all kinds of equipment

to develop children's physical well-being
before they began school.

The students of the cultural center
would have open air lessons

without a care for storm, hail,
or hot or cold weather.

Cultural center radio.

From now onwards there will be
a new program every Sunday.

Each student will participate in drama,

music or dance,
depending on their talent.

We have been unconscious for so long

We are dancing like puppets

Silent for so long

We are dancing like puppets

We have been unconscious for so long

Everybody has donned a mask

Everybody indulges in pretentious talk

Dreams weaved in bygone centuries

For so long we have been doing
Other people's bidding

Dancing like puppets

We are dancing like puppets

We have been unconscious for so long

We have been divided into caste and creed

Into culture and tradition

We have been segregated
Into religion and family

We have been segregated
Into religion and family

Living in the shadows of centuries past

Dancing like puppets

We are dancing like puppets

We have been unconscious for so long

We are dancing like puppets

Come in, Kamini.

Kamini, please sit.

I'm delighted you've come.

So Udayan lives here too?

Actually, that photograph
fell from the table and...

- Uma, look who's arrived.
- Brother Ramesh!

All this time we were so happy.

And now the wrath of Rudra.

This way, Kamini.

Kamini, we lead a strict,
disciplined life.

I understand, Udayan.

I left my house and my wealth,

society, everything for you
and your work.

I crave for your love.

I hope you won't reject me.

Their brain is not fully utilized.

They can't hear.
They can't see. They can't speak.

Hail Peace

A bomb has exploded!
Run! Save your lives!

Drama class.

Education today
is destroying the strength of youth.

Only the mind is stimulated.

They're not taught about humanity.

I'll find you a rich girl to marry.

My daughter will work
in the civil service.

Your mother was illiterate,
but you've obtained a master's.

I'll find a civil service job
for my daughter.

I've spent thousands of rupees
on you, Son.

I'll get much more in return.

Did you hear,
this boy has graduated?

Well done, a master's
in business administration!

Now I'll demand 50,000 rupees
when you marry!

We respect you,

but this is our future.

Our nation can't progress
without education.

Throw away those degrees.
We're crushed by their burden.

To hell with the prestige
of our motherland.

I don't want this degree.

- What about after we're educated?
- I don't want this education.

I don't want this sort of education.

So many of our nation's youth
are deprived of good education.

For the development of our country,

we need not one
but several cultural centers.

- Undoubtedly.
- You are right.

I remember a tune.

Glory to India

Glory to India

Glory to awakened India

This song is a pledge for our future.

We will revere our golden past

by singing this song every day.

The world considered India
as the holy place

of intellect, literature,
culture and tradition.

Today, India is broken into pieces.

I am the mother of 400 million children.

My children are sleeping soundly
and dreaming of revolution

while I am being robbed.

Mother India is being robbed.

Bengali man, stay away from me.

I'm from the country of not one nor two

but countless great men.

Ram, Krishna, Arjun,
Bheem, Baba Akbar,

Motilal, Jawaharlal,
all born in my country.

The Taj Mahal is our creation.
Did you know that?

Don't you push me.

Do you know who I am?

I'm a Bengali.

Our Bengal has great people
like Chandi Thakur,

Bankim Chandra, Rabindranath,

Jagdish Chandra, Subhas Chandra.

All of you are fools!

Because of you,
foreigners have seized our country.

What are you saying, Bengali?

We have great men like
Chhatrapati Veer Shivaji Maharaj,

the Queen of Jhansi Lakshmi,
Dnyaneshwar, Tukaram,

Ranade, Bal Gangadhar Tilak.

So what? You're nothing
compared to the Punjabis.

Look, the crops have started budding

Get me married, Mother
My beloved has brought me slippers

He went out to shop
What did he get?

He bought an axe

Make her wear the wedding bangles

Apply kohl to her eyes

She walks away with a smile

She is loved by everyone

Hear me out
I hold an important office in this village

Be careful, my friend
Take that

Come on, everyone

Be careful, my friend
Take that

Someone dodgy holds the office

Be careful, my friend
Take that

Be careful, my friend
Take that

Be careful, my friend
Take that

We have one of the oldest universities
in the country.

We feed the nation.
We are proud of this.

We have great people like Guru Nanak,
Lala Lajpat Rai and Bhagat Singh.

What did you say about us?

Don't let them hear.

Don't ruin their lives.

Don't make them enemies of humanity.

Mother India's little children

are crying on
their hapless and fallen mother's lap.

We have to show them
the new light of life

which leads them to the golden path
of love for all and equality.

Vande Mataram.

Our ancestors crowned Mother India.

Great sages and saints
were born in our country.

Ram, Krishna and Buddha
were our ancestors.

Poets like Kalidas,
Khosrow, Tulsidas, Surdas, Kabir,

Zou, Ghalib and Rabindranath
were born in our country.

The great Gandhi lives in our country.

They only make speeches,
they don't do anything themselves.

- Gandhi.
- Glory to him!

- Mother India.
- Glory to her!

Stop singing glories.

Don't insult your mother,
who is plagued by conventions,

infighting and orthodox views,
with these glories.

I always thought your glories
would improve things for me,

but instead
they're always merely words.

Mother India is afraid to enter

your dark world
of illiteracy and devastation.

Before liberating your community,
country and humanity,

you have to liberate yourself
from the shackles of stupidity.

You are in a deep slumber,
dreaming of revolution.

In your dreams,
you are using your strength

to cut each other's throats.

Caste discrimination
is poisoning our society.

The power of love and unity
can save humanity.

Set an example and let this power
prevail and triumph.

There is hope.

Wake up!
The world is rousing you.

Unite, because you truly are united.

Come, brave soldiers of the country

The ones who have grown up
On the waters of Ganga and Jamuna

The cultured people
Of this country of Bengalis

The religious ones of the Southern region

Come, unite and forget your differences

Make India heaven

Hindustan

Hindustan

The earth and the sky of one world

All of us will surely unite

Bathe in blood

Endure your tears

Safeguard customs and traditions

We will make a new world

We will create a new human

We will liberate women

Our dear mother of humanity

We will liberate humanity

We will liberate people

Hindustan

Hindustan

The earth and the sky of one world

All of us will unite fearlessly

May our respect be intact

Glory to India

Glory to India

Glory to awakened India

You wanted to discuss the expenses,
didn't you?

We've spent five million rupees wisely,

yet still our expenses are mounting.

Where can we find money?

If we tour the country performing,
won't we earn money?

I have a friend in Mumbai
who owns a film studio.

I can write to him if you want.

If we made a film,
we could earn a lot of money.

A film?

It's a good idea, Kamini.

But in our country,
films are doing more harm than good.

I wouldn't like to work
with the film industry.

Anything but making a film!

I didn't think my idea
would be rebuffed like that.

If you don't make a film, then beg.

Why would we beg?

If we're truly dedicated to our art

people will come and donate money.

They'll never come.

People won't spend money and time
coming here.

Why shouldn't they come?

We'll organize a cultural festival.

Spring is drawing near.

We'll celebrate it, along with...

The inauguration
of our national theater.

Exactly!

- Brilliant!
- Perfect!

What a great idea!

It's a wonderful idea.

Why didn't you come to dinner,
Kamini?

What do you care?
Who are you to ask me?

I don't think you're well today.

Go away. I don't feel well.

I have some good news.

We've decided to have a spring festival.

We'll perform
all different Indian dances.

It'll be great fun.

Really?

Close the window. I feel cold.

Will you close it or not?

Air is good for you.

I'm sleeping beside the window
and I don't feel cold.

How come you feel cold?

If you want to quarrel, just be honest.

Don't use the window as an excuse.

Don't argue with me!

- Let me go!
- What are you doing?

- This can't be tolerated!
- You're right.

Before criticizing Kamini,
we must first look at ourselves.

We're taught about reforming bad habits,

but we quickly forget these teachings
and start criticizing each other.

Who here is without vice?

Is it better to complain about vices
or to reform them?

Come on. Let's elope.

Life is so stringent here.
We can't live in peace.

I hate this place.

Promise me you won't tell anyone.

You won't, will you?

What about your love for Udayan,

for which I endured everything
until now,

even your slaps?

Please, Uma,
promise you won't tell Udayan.

Will I tell Udayan?

Okay, I won't tell him. Now go.

I can't believe it!

- Send Uma, and Madan too.
- All right.

Uma, is Kamini speaking the truth?

Well?

Why don't you answer me?

What's this all about?

When did you start seeing Madan?

Madan and me?

- Let it be, Udayan.
- Uma!

Uma!

Madan, is Kamini speaking the truth?

I was going to tell you personally.

Don't you feel ashamed?

- It's Kamini's fault too.
- And Uma?

Uma saw Kamini and me together.

- You're having an affair with Uma!
- With Uma? No!

- Forgive me, Uma.
- Don't say that.

To stop these trivial matters
from harming the principles of this place,

it's better if I leave
after the spring festival.

Uma. Uma!

Forgive me.

I didn't know my little joke
would be taken so seriously.

You call this a joke?

Uma, we'll talk about this later.

Finally, you'll have a chance
to win Udayan's heart.

Kamini!

Kamini. Kamini!

Forgive me.

It keeps flowing

It keeps flowing

It's been flowing for so long

The tumultuous current of life

It keeps saying

It keeps saying

Rise

It keeps saying

My capricious heart is swaying

Waves rise and fall every moment

The sad plight of my heart

It keeps saying

It keeps saying

Rise

It keeps flowing

It keeps flowing

The banks that never meet

Depict the motion of life

It flows and faces

The obstacles in its way

It keeps enduring

It keeps enduring

Rise

It keeps flowing

It keeps flowing

It keeps flowing

Don't be sad, Uma.

You know?

You have become
an integral part of my life.

When I think of work,

first I think of you.

Now I understand.

Come, let's go to the temple.

- Have you seen Udayan anywhere?
- No.

I feel as though I've always known you.

What's so surprising about that?
Maybe you have.

Remember this?

When I was young, a girl...

So, you're the black witch
that stoned me!

See! That's why I never told you.

I knew you'd want revenge.

Naughty girl.

- Why didn't you tell me before?
- I was afraid to.

Come on. Let's tell everyone.

Wake up

I adore your dusky complexion

My handsome Lord

I get up early in the morning
And look at you

All the milkmaids make fun of me

I keep an eye on your door
Just to get a glimpse of you

Wake up, Nand Kishore

Lord, bless Udayan.

May he be successful.

Come in.

Uma, what is this?

Today is an auspicious day.

Uma, whenever I see you,
I remember my childhood.

Do you even remember
when you were beaten for your mischief?

So you remember that too?

Of course, such sweet memories.

Who knew that vagabond boy
would become the pride of our country?

Uma, you love this work immensely.

Will you really leave it all?

I'm sorry, you can't enter.

- I've got a ticket.
- You're not wearing Indian attire.

- Is this a joke?
- It's you who are joking!

We're celebrating our nation,

and you've worn modern clothes.

Ticket.

Please follow the yellow line
to the national theater.

Why did they get in?

They're wearing their national dress.

Don't be angry.

You should match your attire
to your face.

This is a foreign shirt.

It's made in Europe, not India.

Put on some Indian clothes. This way.

This is the cultural center.

Brothers, today people
from all over the world

have gathered to celebrate
the spring festival.

For the first time ever in India...

Never seen before...

Nothing like this has ever happened...

...in the whole of India.

A wonderful cultural program...

Awards for bravery...

We should all be proud
to have a cultural center.

Uma!

You are so exuberant.
You're playing the part of Radha!

Who'll be Parvati?

Madan, what's this?

Emotional graph.

- Emotional graph?
- Yes, an emotional graph.

Our kings' emotions
will be displayed here.

Quiet. Don't laugh.

PLEASE REMOVE YOUR SHOES

Is anybody there?

- Where's the door?
- There.

Is this a door or a mousehole?

You enter from here.

Kings as well as paupers
must bow their heads.

This is an insult.

- Go inside.
- Go inside.

- After you.
- After you.

A program pamphlet?

Come on.

Today, our country
is on the brink of freedom.

In these circumstances,
our nation's leaders

will understand the importance
of a national theater.

They will join hands with artists

and establish national theaters
throughout the country,

which will safeguard
our country's culture and tradition.

This national theater
is being inaugurated by Lord Shiva.

A warm welcome to you all
on behalf of the cultural center.

Salutations, O Lord Shiva!

O consort of Gauri!

Folding our hands in devotion

We pray to you, O Lord

Take away our fears

And bless us

O Lord Shiva, consort of Gauri!

You're trying to be Parvati.

Hurry up, Udayan,
everybody's waiting for you.

Ramesh, tell Manipuri's teacher

to begin without me.

Sit here.

Uma.

Please leave.

I want to talk to Kamini.

Come quickly! Lalitha has fainted.

Go away, you poor wretch!

It's not poverty that's unfortunate
but the fake splendor of the rich.

It compels them to beg
and eat their leftovers.

Your jealousy is what's unfortunate.

You can't stand
Udayan's love for this child.

- Uma!
- Keep quiet.

You think you truly love Udayan,

and that I've snatched his love
from you,

but you don't have to snatch
what belongs to you, Kamini.

I've known Udayan since childhood.

And I love him.

I will love him all my life.
Nobody can stop me.

Your love is fatal.

It's fake.

Deceiving.

You wanted to kill me?

You didn't think I could stab you
with your own dagger.

Evil coward.

I wouldn't soil my hands
with your blood.

Go away.

There's no place
for wicked women like you

in Udayan's holy cultural center.

- Go!
- Uma!

No!

I am not mean and cruel like you.

I don't want to usurp you
and rule this place.

My love knows sacrifice.

Udayan's love is shielding me
from the adversities of the world.

I have been nurturing this love dearly.

It grew gradually
and encompassed my entire life.

Even so,
Udayan will never know of my love.

After finishing my work here,

I'll leave this place
cherishing my love in my heart.

I'll go far away
where the world is less filthy.

Manipuri is about to begin.
Get ready quickly.

Manipuri is about to begin.
Get ready quickly.

Hail the eternal Lord

I am singing in front of you, my Lord

In the middle of my heart

You reside

Come to me, Lord

Please, go, O Brajanath

If it gives you pleasure

Had I not been a woman

I would have gone with you forever

Saying this cries Binodini

Please, go, O Brajanath

Come, O Lord Hari

This place is going to celebrate
Your song

Come, O Lord Hari

This place is going to celebrate
Your song

Awaken and arise in our hearts

Oh, come, Lord Hari

Let us dance and sing

With our friends together

This auspicious full moon night

I shall spend with my beloved and enjoy

Let us dance and sing

With our friends together

This auspicious full moon night

I shall spend with my beloved and enjoy

Let us dance and sing

My Girdhar

My beloved

You play the flute

Kanha plays the flute

My beloved

My Girdhar

My beloved

You play the flute

Kanha plays the flute

My beloved

My Girdhar

My Girdhar

My Girdhar

Fill the waterguns with colors aplenty

Men and women
Are playing Holi joyously, exuberantly

Fill the waterguns with colors aplenty

The whole earth is full of flowers
And is fragrant

The whole earth is colorful

The garden is beautiful

Fill the waterguns with colors aplenty

LEAD US FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT

Our eternal lamp
should always burn brightly.

This is our life, our future.

Light the lamp

Come

Light the lamp

Come

Dreams light up life

It's the sky of lamps

Light the lamp

Dusk brings darkness with it

It precedes tomorrow's dawn

Gather the lamps of hope

Bring a new era to the world

Light the lamp

Cover it with your veil

Save it from the storm

A hundred lamps with similar flames

Use the lamps to light the way

Light the lamp

We are the future of India

We are the people

We are the future of India

We are the people

We are the fruits of labor

We are the tomorrow of all tomorrows

We are the future of India

We are the future of India

Observe closely
the faces of these farmers.

Maybe they are asking
who can truly venerate the plow?

You?

No.

Us farmers, the plow gave us life.

For centuries it has fed
a great many millions.

We worship the plow,
but we must also see the present.

Famine is plaguing our country.

We depend on other countries for grain.

We have to march with time.

There's no shortage of fertile land
in our country.

There's only
a shortage of equipment.

We have to meet the demands
of the world.

Hail the supreme Lord

The Lord is the keeper of the poor

He is the friend of the poor people

You purify all the sinners
You are the supreme Lord

You show pity to one and all
You are the friend of the poor

The Lord is the keeper of the poor

Discard fear

Discard fear

Instead of rising,
our kings' excitement is dropping.

Look who's coming!

Don't shoot, my enemy

My mother-in-law doesn't take it well

Don't shoot, my enemy

Stop the boys' dance
and start the girls' dance.

The milkmaids like Kanha's armlet

The anklets are taunting me
Even when I walk two steps

The anklets are taunting me
Even when I walk two steps

The milkmaids like Kanha's armlet

Look at what's happening there.

Bliss, bliss, bliss

Bliss, bliss, bliss

Bliss

Bliss, bliss, bliss

Bliss, bliss, bliss

Bliss

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to say something,

especially to those women
who live behind the veil

and have long been oppressed
by men.

As long as women are enslaved by men,

humanity will also remained enslaved.

Our experiences at the cultural center
have taught us

that our fellow countrywomen

are no less talented
or intelligent than men.

Until our countrywomen are free,

we can't be truly free.

Will the next generation of women
be so shameless?

You weren't shameless,
but that didn't get us far.

Marvelous!

I'm in ecstasy.

I feel like splurging
all my wealth on these beauties.

- Secretary?
- Yes, sir.

How many girls are dancing?

I think around 30 girls, sir.

Donate three million rupees
to the cultural center,

and tell them to get
these 30 girls to dance.

Yes, sir.

Three million rupees for 30 girls!

My ancestors used to spend
that much on a single girl.

Manager.

Donate three times as much as he did.

- This is quite dangerous!
- Indeed.

Gentlemen, please sit down.

Rajendra Singh is amazed.

- 500,000!
- One million rupees.

- Two million.
- A million and a half.

Two and a half million.

- Three million rupees.
- Six million!

- Four million.
- Seven million rupees!

Ten million rupees!

12 million rupees.

16 million rupees!

...to the museum.

Mr. Udayan, why didn't you announce
His Highness's name?

I'll announce it again.

His Highness...

One million rupees to the museum.

Udayan, why didn't you announce
His Highness's name?

Again?

We didn't hear it.

His Highness Rajendra Singh has donated

one million rupees
to the cultural center's museum.

I am a Communist.

I don't want people to hear
the names of filthy rich kings.

I won't tolerate it.

You can do my job.

I shall dance.

Who are you?

A man.

Who are you?

Nature.

Culture.

Envy.

Youth.

Mourning.

Old age.

Duty.

Universe.

Corruption.

Boycott.

My daughter,

I don't care for society,

but we must be reserved.

Do whatever you want.

Society. Society!

It believes in age-old shackles
of righteousness,

and yet breaks them.

The pride of society is that
it doesn't believe in what it does,

and it doesn't do what it believes in.

Society is the ultimate authority.

It breaks God's laws
and creates its own.

If you love her,
prove it in front of them.

Carry her up to the top of the steps.

If you fail,
your name will be blackened.

You may die trying.

If you succeed, you will marry her.

Marry her.

Come on, begin.

Go on, go on!

Stop.

Get back!

Get back!

Go on! Go on!

So, you've finally killed Udayan.

You met him in your dreams.
I met him in the storm.

Until now, only my world was ruined.

Now your world is ruined too.

Kamini!

What are you looking at?

It's the same Udayan,
but now he's lifeless.

Come, we can go wherever we want.

Uma!

No!

No!

Without you, my life is useless.

All my dreams will remain unfulfilled.

You! People revere you as God.

They pray to you day and night
for protection.

You are the God of destruction.

Are you not content after wreaking havoc
all over the world?

Don't worry.
You can return to the festival.

You fool.

You're sensible, yet you worry
about a trivial matter.

Be strong.

Everything will be fine.

Uma, you take care of him.

We want to see
how the show's going.

Don't worry, Udayan isn't hurt!
Soon he will be dancing!

Uma, why are you crying?

Don't get up. Lie down.

Uma.

Will you be mine?

Tell me.

Uma, tell me,

will you marry me?

Why don't you answer me?

Udayan, can you come?

Everything has come to a standstill
because of you.

You come too, Uma.

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Let us get together!

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Let us get together!

Hurrah!

Come together!

His Highness asks
if this is an African dance?

Yes, it is ours.

His Highness asks
if this is an African dance?

I'll make an announcement.

This beautiful dance
comes from the people

of the Naga Hills
on the border of Assam and Burma.

Hollywood often portrays India as Africa.

Those who thought that
this was an African dance

have just given ample proof
of their ignorance.

It is every parent's duty

to let their children travel the world
and widen their knowledge.

The greatest onus lies on schools,
colleges and universities.

2,005 rupees.
Five and a half rupees.

- Only five rupees.
- Only five rupees?

- Hey, only eight rupees.
- Eight rupees?

Uma, go and see.
There's a shower of wealth.

- Five rupees. Seven.
- Five.

Seven. Seven and a half.
Six and a half. Five. Four.

- Five.
- Eight.

- Uma's words have come true.
- Yes.

Friend, I asked you
Friend, I asked you

Friend, the drums are playing
I asked you

Friend, the cymbals are playing
I asked you

Friend, wake up the earth
I asked you

Friend, I asked you
Friend, I asked you

Friend, I asked you
Friend, I asked you

No, it's not possible.

I can't bear it.

Will you be mine, Uma?

Will you be mine, Uma?

It's a success!

God, what's happened?

Will you marry me?

Will you marry me? Will you be mine?

Will you marry me? Will you be mine?

Will you marry me? Will you be mine?

Will you marry me? Will you be mine?

So much money!

Will you marry me?

There's so much money here.

Everyone will get some.

Everyone...

Run!

If you have the courage,
come and fight.

- I want money.
- Money.

You will get money.

Everyone will get money.

Please, hear the entire story!

Here's your story!

Guard, throw him out!

Get him away from here!

Father, hear the rest of the story.

No love! No romance! No lovers!

If I made that movie,
I'd become a pauper!

Someday soon we will be released
from your clutches.

You have harmed the country
with your selfishness and dishonesty.

You will have to pay the price
very soon!

Don't get angry.

If you're so brave,
why don't you spend two million rupees

setting up a studio?

Then you can make your film.

You won't have to come here begging.

Out! It's where you belong.

Beneath this light,
I am standing in darkness.

This bazaar of joy and happiness

is drowning out the voice of my soul.

My country is drowning.
The world is drowning.

Humanity can't find a way.

God, will this country remain enslaved?

Will its people never gain sense?

Will they just quietly watch
the devastation?

For how long will my country sleep?

For how long will my dream
remain just a dream?