Vicky! Vicky!
Don't leave me. I need you, please!
- I'll go insane! Please! - Just f*** off!
Drive fast, will you!
Just get lost!
Someone could've died because of your flirting!
Lata, it's a one-way. Not a footpath.
Kaala, this is India not Canada.
I got hurt also.
- Are you fine? - Yes.
You know what, he would've died if I was alone.
Just because you are with me, my luck
supported me. Otherwise, I don’t have such good luck!
- Pay attention to the road. - Yes!
Anybody can come from anywhere.
"Why do you play these games?"
"As water is in no comparison with fire."
This is my father’s and my favourite song.
Mine too, my favourite!
Do you remember the lyrics?
Superfan!
Since birth!
"How do I love someone by heart,"
"when I am not able to give my heart to this world."
Aren't you going back home?
I was thinking of sitting here
and listen to this lovely voice coming from inside.
Who knows, I may learn something from my idol.
Think about it.
Inside, Singers are getting trained for Peer Ka Mela.
Do you see that bike.
It belongs to my father's favourite student.
They are getting trained and if it's still going on,
then the bike will remain here until morning.
Wait, if you like.
- I will. - Can I go?
If you like.
Bye.
I will ask my father if he’ll meet his superfan.
Hi! Puppy!
Dad.
Didn't I tell you,
he is a huge fan.
He is from Canada
but he knows all of your songs.
Including the lyrics.
Anyway,
very few people come here from that side.
Yes.
My music brought me here.
So, your music brought you here?
And then straight away you went to Dimpy.
Listen, son.
There are two types of shine in this world.
One is when you shine from within
the other is external.
Now you tell me, which shine are you after?
Yes. That's exactly what I'm discovering right now.
Besides, to learn anything
A teacher is must, Right?
Whatever I have learned till today was on my own.
Moreover, we have to begin from somewhere.
You too, must have started from somewhere.
Problem?
Did I say something wrong?
"Oh my beloved,"
"don't break my heart."
"Oh my beloved,"
"don't break my heart."
"Oh my beloved,"
"don't break my heart."
"If you don't want..."
This is where I started from.
I thought you said that he knows all my songs and the lyrics.
"Oh my beloved,"
"don't break my heart."
"Oh my beloved,"
"don't break my heart."
"Oh my beloved..."
Hello?
"Don't break my heart."
What?
"If you can't keep it,"
"take a break."
"Oh my beloved..."
Dad?
Ramandeep met with an accident.
They said, he would be hospitalized for 3 months.
"I plead with you..."
"Don't break my heart."
Dad, Ramandeep was supposed to sing at the Peer ka Mela, right?
Who will sing now?
"I plead with you."
"Don't break my heart."
'I would have at least gotten a break had I slept with your father!'
'I will beat you black and blue!'
'The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.'
'I slept with you to get work,'
‘which you never got me.'
'So please just kindly f*** off!'
Look at yourself, you f*****! Bisexual, gay or straight,
is there any way you think that you could've gotten me?
'You don't deserve me.'
Yes?
Guru is still untraceable.
All the authorities have been informed,
and the video too, has been removed from the internet.
And the media?
We've tackled them as well.
Some were bribed,
while others will be in the future.
Neither will anyone upload the video,
nor talk about it.
Dad, we have scanned every nook and corner.
There is no sign of him.
What about the Delhi boy?
He fled, the mother*****!
I've sent my men to nab him.
Dad, If I find that person anywhere,
I'll ensure I’ll f*** that motherf****!
He should never step foot in Punjab ever again, that's it!
Yes, Naaz. I didn't find him.
I will find him!
Don't behave like my mother.
Get here!
F*****, jump!
Jump!
Your mom had also jumped like this! Jump!
Come on!
Your old habits haven't gone yet.
Because of you I can't show my face to anyone!
Now, by killing yourself,
you want to make sure the whole world
spits on me f*****.
Sorry. I am...
Dad, I can't do this anymore!
I really can't do this now!
You won’t be forgiven…
You will be punished.
Punished.
Both of us will be punished.
Got that?
Till I am alive...
You will not die.
Neither will you leave my house,
nor this city!
The hell that you've given me,
we both will suffer in it, together!
You ass****!
Ass****!
Come on.
Dad...
Come on.
Get in the car.
In life, there are certain opportunities,
where the possibility of losing is not an option.
Peer ka Mela is one such opportunity.
Whoever reaches there,
leaving everything behind, attains everything.
Whether you reach there or not,
your perseverance will determine that.
There are still more left.
There will be pain.
You may want to give up.
Every moment, the temptation to give up will entice you, it's beyond your control.
It is in facing these thoughts that your perseverance begins.
"Oh my mother, when I comb my hair, it hurts."
"And I become quite distressed, oh mother!"
"Oh my mother, when I comb my hair, it hurts."
When there won't even be a sense of pain,
that's when the grace of the Saint will prevail.
And then,
you will be worthy of sitting in the court of the Saint.
"With a beautiful horse, and sharp shoes,"
"when he walks around, he resembles a police inspector."
"When he walks around, he resembles a police inspector."
"Oh my mother, when I comb my hair,"
"Oh my mother, when I comb my hair, it hurts."
"Oh mother, a man with a turban adorned with honor has come to take me."
"Oh mother, his eyes look so beautiful to me."
"When I comb my hair,"
"Oh my mother, when I comb my hair, it hurts."
Musical note?
Again.
'Haven’t you seen how she looks?'
'She is so hot.'
'She is so sexy.'
'Don't!'
- 'Her hair. They are not like yours.’ - Don't.'
'Her hair.'
'You're just trying to put an image in my head, right?'
'While making love, she doesn't blink her eyes.'
'Kaala, don't.'
'Her hair unties, and then she ties them back.'
'- Her hair unties again... - You, shut up!'
'And then she ties them back.'
‘Lower your voice. Lower your voice!'
'She ties her open her again and sits back on me.'
'- And I love it... - This is the level you’ll stoop to?
'- Her hair unties again... - You, shut up!'
'And then she ties them back.'
‘Lower your voice. Lower your voice!'
"And I become quite distressed, oh mother!"
"Oh my mother, when I comb my hair, it hurts."
"With a beautiful horse, and sharp shoes,"
"When he walks around, he resembles a police inspector."
"Oh my mother, when I comb my hair, it hurts."
Kaala, actually...
Actually, nobody has touched me in that way.
I'm saving myself for the one.
Until today, no one has touched this instrument.
Merely surrendering to it is not enough.
You need greatness.
But, if you are really interested then,
You can touch and feel it.
No, Guruji.
At first, I want to become worthy of it.
I want to be the one.
For you.
Only then will I touch this instrument.
"Oh my beloved,"
"Don't break..."
Dad, you will take him for Peer ka Mela, right?
"Oh my beloved, don't break my heart."
"Oh my beloved..."
"My Saint Lord. My Saint Lord."
"In the heart where my lord resides,"
"there is no one else,"
"to which heart I am a love devotee,"
"to which heart I am life."
"I am Meera, I am crazy."
"Oh my beloved."
"I'm not afraid to dance and sing,"
"I am Meera, I am crazy."
"Oh my beloved."
"I'm not afraid to dance and sing,"
"At one side there's an example of love."
"I've paid the price for falling for your eyes."
"I am Meera, I am crazy."
"Oh my beloved."
"I'm not afraid to dance and sing,"
"I am Meera, I am crazy."
"Oh my beloved."
"I'm not afraid to dance and sing,"
"Don't make my life a living hell."
"With great difficulty, I have let go of worldly matters."
"Let the whole world go to hell,"
"I am busy awakening the sleeping Saint."
"I am Meera, I am crazy."
"Oh my beloved."
"I'm not afraid to dance and sing,"
"I am Meera, I am crazy."
"Oh my beloved."
"I'm not afraid to dance and sing!"
In the court of the Saint, the voice of the artist is the loudest.
Go on...
and play well today.
"There is hope from you, only from you. Please keep my honour."
"Ease the pain of the dry heart with your touch,"
"lessen the pain a bit."
"There is hope from you, only from you. Please keep my honour."
"Yes, I'll open my mouth,"
"express my heart's distress,"
"please read my face."
"There is hope from you, only from you. Please keep my honour."
"My soul is an empty paper and you,"
"fill it drop by drop."
"I am equal to fate by grace,"
"you are like a charioteer through duty."
"I will teach how to choose the paths of life."
"As every path has two ways."
"There is hope from you, only from you. Please keep my honour."
"Please keep my honour."
"Even if you're not directly in front of me,"
"it feels like you are here."
"as if I am lost, I am lost,"
"and in my place, it's you."
"This is a jingle,"
"its resonance is you."
"I am the rain of the monsoon,"
"each drop of it is you."
"And like I am a riddle,"
"the curiosity is you."
"The resonance of the jingle is you."
"Please keep my honour. Please keep my honour."
"The world is aware of the sadness in their hearts,"
"everywhere, you are there my Saint Lord."
"My Saint Lord. My Saint Lord."
"There is hope from you, only from you. Please keep my honour.”
"Please keep my honour."
Thank you!
Only a few of you know me.
But many of you don't.
An ordinary person like myself,
got the opportunity to sing at the court of Saint.
For that, I would like to thank 3 people.
First is,
Mr. Pratap Singh Deol.
The one who ignited the fire within me to do something.
And second is,
Mr. Jugal Braar.
who sculpted the artist within me.
And third,
who not only gave me birth
but also bestowed upon me the music of this soil as heritage.
My mother and father,
Tara Singh Gill...
and Navpreet Kaur!
You all have showered them with a lot of love till now.
So today, their son humbly bows to you, with folded hands.
And I expect from here that
the endless love that you all have given them,
if I could get even a drop of that love,
I will consider myself fortunate.
Be blessed and live long.
Thank you.
Sir! Sir!
Greetings, uncle.
You really are Tara's son.
Absolutely like him.
Revolutionary and passionate.
The way you
took your father's name on stage.
It felt very good.
Take care of yourself.
With all this excitement, I'm sweating.
I'll change into fresh clothes and meet you.
Announcement for Guru?
'My mother and father, Tara Singh Gill and Navpreet Kaur.'
'Tara Singh Gill and Navpreet Kaur.'
'My mother and father, Tara Singh Gill and Navpreet Kaur.'
'Punjabi music has found its heir.'
'Tara has made his dad proud.'
'A popular Punjabi rapper'
'whose music videos have been viewed by millions around the world.'
'My mother and father, Tara Singh Gill and Navpreet Kaur.'
- Sir! Sir! - Sir! Sir!
'Yes, today we have learned from our sources that'
'As the father's voice was strong,'
'so is the shine in the son's voice.'
'Watching his son sing like this, a father...'
'Yes, Kaala Singh, the one who sang at Peer ka Mela...'
'We see a glimpse of Tara Singh Gill in him.'
'Bringing glory to his father's name,
'Kaala shines like a star at the Peer ka Mela.'
'He will make his father proud.'
'Kaala, son of Tara Singh!'
'You'd come here to seek revenge, right?'
'First try to someone like Tara.'
'And if you succeed, the killers would come out of hiding!
So! You deal drugs, right?
Come with us!
Look there!
Where are you going, you!
‘Large quantities of drugs have,'
‘been seized at Tara Singh’s son’s house.’
'The brilliance of Tara Singh's son lasted only for a moment.'
'Drugs have been seized from his house.'
'The renowned and great singer, Tara Singh's name'
'has been dragged through the mud!'
'The son has destroyed his father's name.'
'Because of such artists, Punjabi music industry gets a bad name.'
"I don't ask for charity of you!"
Mr. Baldev,
the work is done.