"It could mean nothing, but everything too."
"Such is the uniqueness of the paper."
"Floating like boats in the monsoon."
"Burning in the flame in the winter."
"Soaring in the skies as a kite."
"The entire world has turned bitter enemies over me."
What happened?
Did you see a nightmare?
Not a nightmare.
It was some... a kind of premonition.
I saw that you were kicking something in the middle of the city.
And in that bard suit, you looked just like Rajesh Khanna.
Stop dreaming and get real.
And the reality is that I'm Bharat Lal
and quite happy with who I am.
'The majority of the population in our country'
'are those whom we call The Common Man.'
'And today I'm going to narrate the unique story of'
'one such commoner'
'who lived in Amilo village, Azamgarh district in Uttar Pradesh.'
'And without the struggles in his life,'
'he might have continued to remain a common man.'
I leave no shortage in your service...
while your vessel wreaks havoc in my shop.
But he's finally landed in the hangar.
And this time I'll fix him for good.
Motiya, Ramphal. - Yes, brother.
Practise the lyrics.
It's top on the radio's playlist due to public demand.
So practice that. - Okay.
From the top.
And, you are coming with me, my love.
I have a different song for you on my mind.
"My beloved's arrived"
"O Spring..."
Motiya, he's not going to kill him.
Just let him go somewhere far from here.
That's his nature.
Well, I admit that you're Lord Ganesh's vessel.
But, don't let me catch you lurking in my shop again.
When you gnaw my gear, I lose work.
And when you gnaw my uniform, I lose my reputation.
I am letting you go today.
But if I ever catch you again in my shop
then, you'll see a different side of me which you won't like.
Understood.
Greetings, sir.
Out taking care of our mouse troubles.
Stop it.
Beloved's left.
Greetings. - Bless you.
So, how are you? - Fine.
Any new bookings?
Yes. On the 27th of this month.
At Mr. Radheshyam's place.
The guy who's got a little snack shop at the corner.
It's his son's wedding.
So be there on the 27th.
We have already booked on the 27th. Isn't that right, Ramphal?
Yes. Aunt Ganga. We're already booked.
I have said this before. Why don't you hire more men?
So you can take more work.
The more work you take, the more bucks you make.
It's not just the men, sir.
We'll need more instruments, uniforms.
More space to practice.
You can't fit an elephant on a bus.
Ever thought about expanding the place.
Expand?
And how do you assume I do that?
You don't think money will rain down from Heaven.
My pocket's empty.
Then borrow from the bank.
No, never.
He's right.
Come, Rukmani. - I've got lunch.
Rukmani, I was advising Bharat Lal to borrow money from the bank
so he can expand his shop.
I don't want to borrow any money.
Borrowing money is like adopting a dog.
They are supposed to be our protectors
but, needs to be fed regularly.
And in case you miss to feed him a single day
he'll pounce on you instead.
I'm already having mouse troubles
and, I don't need a dog.
Fine. Do whatever you like. Just be happy.
Okay.
See you.
Listen...
You know I was thinking...
Everyone borrows money from the bank, so why can't you?
And who's going to pay them back?
We'll pay them back with the extra income.
And what if we don't make more money?
It's not like they will force you.
We're not in dire straits.
And you're scared even before taking a risk.
Rukmani, you're my precious gem.
I don't need to borrow any money.
Mr. Srivastav.
I heard that the sterilization camps would soon get lifted.
The Emergency is coming to an end. - Yeah...
Bharat Lal, did they sever your connection as well?
No, my parts are intact.
Go on.
I am thinking of expanding my shop
and looking to borrow money for it.
Of course.
I'll get your loan approved.
But what about security?
Well, I know Bahadur who looks after the entire market
for a nominal fee.
That's not what I meant.
The bank needs security for granting you a loan.
Ah...
Do you have any land or property?
Well, the place where I stay is rented...
and I have my old shop.
No, your shop comes under the Red Tape Property regulations.
You don't have documents that prove ownership.
Think of something else.
I have an ancestral property in Khalilabad.
In joint possession with my aunt and uncle.
Great.
Then get a copy of the property documents
attested by the Record-keeper, and bring that document to me.
And you will get a loan against that.
Okay?
Okay. See you then. - See you.
See you.
I'll see you in a week.
Sure.
Be back soon. - I will.
And, don't be sad if I don't return.
Take care and enjoy your life.
"Let's go..."
"My home's calling me."
"Calling me..."
"My home's calling me."
"To the dancing peacocks"
"and beautiful scenes everywhere."
"The place with beautiful fragrance in the air"
"and the beautiful streams."
"Lamps are burning at doorsteps."
"And life's filled with happiness."
"Let's go"
"The message has come for me."
"Let's go"
"My home's calling me."
"To the dancing peacocks"
"and beautiful scenes everywhere."
Do you expect me to open the door?
I am going.
Coming.
Bharat. After all these years!
Greetings, uncle. - Bless you, son. Come in.
You're still alive. - Of course, I am.
Are you going to tell me who's at the door, or is it a secret?
It's me, aunt.
Yes, but which 'me'?
Bharat.
Greetings. - Come, sit.
I guess you plan to stay overnight.
I don't see brother Hari and Devi around.
What are you snooping around for?
The baby is crying again. Go and pacify him.
Okay.
They went to the city.
And the kids.
Them too.
Your sister-in-law has sent these sweetmeats for you.
Who is this baby?
Meet your nephew, Sushil. Harilal's son.
What a cute kid, Sushil!
I will take you home with me someday.
And, what about your musical band?
It's doing great, thanks to you.
I am looking to expand my business...
and want to borrow money for the same.
The bank officials asked me to get a copy of any property documents
that I may have.
So here I am.
Bharat Lal.
Finally, my number's up.
Bharat Lal.
Bhure Singh, you? - Sit on the floor.
We used to study together in school.
This is a government office. What is your business here?
Nothing much.
I want a copy of my ancestral property papers
and my uncle said I should meet the Record-keeper.
And since you're the officer-in-charge,
you will find my paper.
What is your father's name? - Kanhaiya Lal.
Sorry. That's Late Kanhaiya Lal.
And, the teacher would always send him out of class.
For at least one lecture.
Bharat Lal, son of Kanhaiya Lal.
Village: Salarpur, Post: Khalilabad, District: Azamgarh.
Remember what the teacher always said...
You're dead.
That's not what the teacher said.
It says here on paper. You're dead.
Your papers say that I am dead.
And what about this living man in front of you?
Living or dying...
I don't care. - Yeah...
Official documents never lie.
See for yourself.
30th July 1976... Sit back down.
Bharat Lal passed away.
And on his uncle's request,
his share of the land was given to Devi Lal, and
Hari Lal. My brother.
Yes, your share's been given to them.
No, this is wrong. This doesn't seem right.
How can it be wrong?
It's all here on official documents.
Who's more honest? That piece of paper? Or me?
Don't forget, this is a government office
and we only believe what's written on legal documents.
I see.
So that register has more importance than human beings.
A piece of paper is more valued than my word.
Why are you screaming? - I am not screaming
I just lost my cool in a state of shock.
I am right in front of you.
Hey you, hit me.
See...
I do not deny that.
Then, correct the paper.
And be sent to jail along with you for tampering with legal documents?
But, why me?
For forgery. - Why?
For trying to usurp a dead man's property.
It has legal repercussions. - Fantastic.
You mean to say I am trying to usurp my property.
It's like the pot calling the kettle black.
Who are you calling black? - It's a famous saying.
I know one too. - Please.
A rude man doesn't understand politeness.
And you're a classic example of that.
Constable, take him away. - Come on.
Don't touch me. - Take him away.
Throw him out. - His words mean nothing.
He used to pee in his pants.
Outing my secrets.
You're not fit to be a watchman. Let alone a Record-keeper.
Bring your uncle.
I'll get my uncle.
Blaming my uncle for this.
How dare you insult the officer?
Beat him. - My cycle!
Get out.
Listen... Hari.
Bharat is coming this way.
I think he knows.
No need to worry, mother.
If he tries to be a wise guy
we will teach him a lesson.
Uncle.
Aunt!
What happened? Why come back here again?
Did you leave something behind?
That bloody Record-keeper Bhurelal
claims that you had me declared officially dead.
Rascal. He wants to create a rift in our family.
He's telling the truth.
Listen. - Yeah.
Tell him. - Of course.
Look here, Bharat Lal. You're my elder brother's only son.
Whereas I have three.
So you got the entire lion's share
whereas my sons got peanuts.
Later, when your father fell sick and passed away
your mother took you with her.
Back to her home.
Which is why we officially declared you dead.
And distributed your share of the property amongst my children.
Nothing more, son.
Nothing more.
And let me make one thing very clear.
We are no longer your relatives,
nor do we have any business left with you.
Now, get lost.
Why are you still listening to the radio?
Get back inside.
What he's trying to say is...
there's nothing wrong in killing a man who is officially dead.
Come on.
This way.
Get lost. We won't spare you.
Get lost.
And don't you come back here.
You spoiled our family's reputation.
Damn you.
Get lost.
What happened?
Ram's name is true.
Rukmani. I am dead.
Brother Bharat, who died?
I did.
Sit.
Bless you.
What's wrong, Bharat Lal?
Tell me in detail. - What to say, sir?
Tea.
Son, I wish you had brought some snacks as well.
Just to make the story more interesting.
I'll get it. - Yes.
Chaman. - Yeah?
Serve this tea to all those who didn't laugh.
Brother.
What am I hearing, brother?
I wasn't there with you, or else I would've moved heaven and earth.
But how did it happen in the first place?
It's nothing, really.
I went to borrow money to... - Brother.
I heard you have been declared dead, officially.
Yes. On papers...
Not to worry, Brother Bharat.
See Inu
and offer him liquor.
He'll gently kiss you on the head
and all your problems will disappear.
Gendwa Baba has no powers.
He's an imposter.
Gendwa is an imposter.
You know there's a shrine on the outskirts.
Go to his shrine
and you'll find a saint sitting there.
He smacks you thrice on the head.
And fortune shines on him.
That's true, brother.
That's how he cured his piles.
Why you...
Isn't that the truth?
Are you trying to tease me?
Wasn't your piles cured?
I am the one who's dead. - Trying to be a wise guy, huh.
Rampal, I am only dead on papers.
These are fake flowers.
Oh, God.
Get lost.
I curse you!
Make way.
Where are you going?
I'm going out.
I am tired of answering their questions.
Just serve tea to whoever shows up now.
Priest, you know how I died.
Yes. - So, tell them as well.
Bloody!
Will you look at that?
He just died recently, and now he's walking away.
Drive carefully.
Nonsense.
A dead man should have patience.
Useless kids.
You're right.
You should watch films too.
I have... - Chander.
A cup of tea, and put it on my tab.
What's wrong? Why did you get up?
Am I an untouchable? - No, you're a ghost.
Brother Bharat, please settle the account.
You see, I don't want my money going to the grave with you.
How many spoons of sugar? - Two. What's wrong?
Add one more.
Not sugar. Poison.
You think it's funny, huh?
Useless!
What's wrong?
Ghost Uncle.
Uncle, will you play the ghost in the Ram-Leela play?
Ghost Uncle.
How dare you!
I'll beat you up. Take that.
Get lost.
Hey...
How dare you deflate the tire?
I won't spare any of you.
Get lost!
Run away.
Ghost.
Stop staring like an owl.
Get some rest.
What rest?
I can't get it out of my head.
Even the neighbourhood kids tease me, calling me 'Ghost uncle'.
They deflated my cycle's tire.
Can I say something? - Yes.
The thought scares me too...
when I wonder whether I am sleeping with a man or a ghost.
I see, you think it is funny.
I'll show you whether I am a ghost, or not.
Today is Tuesday.
Tuesday. Oh, God. Forgive me. Forgive me.
'Bharat Lal was tired of becoming'
'the butt of all jokes in his village.'
And finally decided to meet the village-chief to seek his help.
Fantastic.
Someone call the dancer.
Ladies and Gentlemen
we thank Shukla Gas Agency,
for giving our band a chance to sing in this program.
I do...
And now presenting, a red beauty like the flower of fire.
"My handsome beloved"
"strong as a mountain."
"I cannot control myself around him."
"Peeking from the windows and parapets"
"trying to cast a spell on him."
"My beloved's so fearless"
"even his competition fears him."
"Women just lay their heart in his way."
"Keep him close, keep him safe"
"or someone might swoop him away."
"Red like the flower of fire."
"My beloved rules every heart."
"Red like the flower of fire."
"My beloved rules every heart."
"Don't let him out of the house"
"until I haven't warded every evil eye."
"Beloved."
"O beloved, every man-stealer wants to make you theirs."
"Beloved sturdy like a glass"
"and talks first class."
"Beloved sturdy like a glass"
"and talks first class."
"Every word he says... is coated with sugar."
"Is coated with sugar."
"Beloved's so romantic"
"he looks like a poet in a suit."
"Beloved's so romantic"
"he looks like a poet in a suit."
"Don't let him out of the house"
"until I haven't warded every evil eye."
"Beloved."
"O beloved, every man-stealer wants to make you theirs."
Watch where you're shooting!
I have just started this gas agency
so don't start a fire on the first day. - Hello, sir.
Bharat Lal. - Yes.
How are you? - Not well, I am afraid.
I see.
Come on, let's pee. - But I don't want to.
Just a little. You will feel better.
"My beloved's fragrance..."
What do you want?
And make it quick.
I have no words to describe my problems.
My life is in complete turmoil.
"Beloved..."
"Everyone listens to my beloved."
Spoken according to your size.
You see, tomorrow I'll make an official document
with my signature on it...
claiming that Bharat Lal is still alive.
"Angry now, then gets romantic."
Okay, thank you very much.
Where are you going?
Come and dance with that female.
Otherwise, people will say that Bharat Lal is dead.
"O beloved, every man-stealer out there, wants to make you theirs.
I had too much of it last night.
You're right, sir.
I never saw you eat bread dipped in alcohol before.
Don't talk nonsense, stupid.
It's not the liquor...
I was talking about gas.
Sir, I think you're nothing short of a cylinder yourself
when it comes to gas.
God indicated you to open a gas agency for a long time.
You are funny.
Hello, sir.
Who is that? - Bharat Lal.
Bharat Lal?
Oh yes, Bharat Lal.
What brings you here at this early hour?
Give me that certificate you promised
stating that I am still alive.
Who me?
That's not possible.
But last night you said you'll do it.
You assured me.
Maybe...
Answer me this.
If Lord Shiva kills someone, can Lord Brahma bring him back to life?
When the Record-keeper has declared you are dead
then what does that make me?
How can I bring you back to life? No.
But what about your word?
Well, I make so many promises in a day,
it's hard to remember which ones I made.
And anyway, I was drunk.
Listen.
In our country, the Record-keeper is more important than the Governor.
Understood.
If he says you're a camel...
then it will take you a lifetime to prove that you're not a camel.
'After being turned down by the village-chief'
'a disappointed Bharat Lal turned to'
'what we call "The system" for help.'
And thus began the relay of applications.
"Respected..."
"Mr. Collector."
"I want to bring to your notice that..."
The Record-keeper has killed me.
That's no way to write a letter.
Allow me.
"I would like to bring to your kind notice"
I, Bharat Lal, son of Kanhaiya Lal have been declared dead...
"Thanking you."
"Yours..."
Bharat Lal?
"...applicant, Bharat Lal."
Here you go.
Just sign here.
Will this do the job? - Of course.
And if this doesn't work, we'll write another one to his father.
Father?
The senior officer. - I see.
You mean, the District Collector.
What if he doesn't reply either?
Then we'll write to the higher authority.
You mean DM, CM, PM... - Yes, all of the above.
Fine. I'll write them all for you.
Yes.
Move.
Rukmani.
Where is your mother?
Rukmani.
What happened?
Come here.
Careful.
Listen.
I finally received a reply.
The Prime Minister has assured me that'
'the Record-keeper will take necessary action.
You're so naive. - And you're my wife.
Let me go.
Always making fun.
Another letter, another reply.
First, you wrote to the Collector.
And he told you to meet the Record-keeper.
Then you wrote to the District Collector.
And even he asked you to meet the Record-keeper.
Then, to the Governor, Minister, Chief Minister.
You wrote to all of them.
And they all asked you to meet the Record-keeper.
And now the Prime Minister.
I am sure he wrote the same reply.
Meaning, another paper in this bunch.
How long did it take to send him this reply?
Three? - Four!
When did you last take up any work?
Four.
Six...
How long have I been pregnant?
Seven... Eight.
Seven.
That's what I was saying. Seven...
You know what?
You have no idea how hungry a woman feels when she is pregnant.
Do you have any clue how I have been arranging for these meals?
Sometimes I work as a daily wager making pickles.
Sometimes I borrow it.
But you don't know.
I do, Rukmani.
Don't be scared.
She has a lovely heart. - What are you doing?
If you yell at me like this
she will feel that you're a cruel mother.
Listen, just be on time...
and we will fix everything together.
And you have a brother. He's on the terrace.
What happened? - Well...
"The midwife's happy and galore"
"because it's a daughter."
Play aloud.
Congratulations.
Imerti.
Are all her parts okay?
She's hale and healthy.
But she is crying a lot.
She is crying, but she's absolutely fine.
Because her father is dead on paper.
So the daughter is mourning.
Right.
What will she write as the name of her father? Late Bharat Lal.
What will she write her father's name in school?
Who will get her married?
Come here, my dear.
Come on.
I am Bharat Lal. Your father.
Alive.
Evidence.
You are so delicate.
You can't even squat a fly.
The Lord works in such mysterious ways.
He sent you in this cruel world, as my responsibility.
Lord... your faith is unmatched.
Since he's made you my responsibility...
then even I swear that I shall give you the respect, the honour,
and the privilege that you deserve.
A piece of paper has no power to take your father away from you.
'In the battle between truth and lies, truth always triumphs.'
'But the sad truth about our country is'
'success only comes to those who have proper papers.'
'That's the importance of paper in our system.'
'And challenging this power is not an ordinary task'
'nor the job of an ordinary man.'
But Bharat Lal confronted the paper, the system, and me.
I had found a new target
and I thought I'll lure him in.
Here you go. Take this offering.
Offering?
It's from Paltan Baba.
Pay obeisance and have it
Never heard of it.
His original name was Paltan Yadav.
Even he was declared dead on papers, like you.
I see. - He got tired of fighting the case.
And lost all attachment with this world.
Actually, he had no money left.
And turned into a saint instead.
Now, whenever he comes down for a hearing
this is how he pays his fee.
Sugar Lumps.
So he had a hearing today.
I would've introduced you two today if you had arrived earlier.
Let me show you another sample.
I see. - Come with me.
How are you Pitamah? - Fine, sir.
Are you dead or alive? - Dead.
Are the bullets real or fake?
They are real, but not to be used.
Have you heard about Bhisam Singh?
Yes, he was a popular thug. Committed countless murders...
That's him.
Him? - Yes.
When the government gave the thugs a chance to surrender
he was the first to lay his weapons.
And swore never to resort to violence again.
Years later when he was released from jail
and returned to his village...
and thought that he would work in his field.
Only to find out that his brothers have usurped his land...
and declared him dead on papers.
He could have killed each one of them.
But no, he had taken an oath.
He had turned into a good man.
Like a good citizen, he decided to fight a legal battle.
He's been coming here for 22 years only to prove he's alive.
But to no avail.
And even if he's proved alive now
he doesn't have too long.
Do you understand?
What did you say the name was? - Pitamah.
Not him, yours. - Bharat Lal, Band Master.
Bharat Lal.
These are just two examples.
There are many more.
Take my advice, what's done is done.
Forgive and forget.
How can I forget it? How can I admit that I am alive?
Do you see this compound?
It's filled with people.
From peons to clerks, you'll have to grease every palm.
Only then will your job get done.
Do you have that kind of money?
I don't, but I'll come up with something.
Are you sure? - Yes.
Sure. - Yes.
Fine... then let's open an account right now.
Where? - Kevat Bank.
So, 125 rupees for the form and stamp paper...
and 100 rupees to get the job done at lightning speed.
But I have only 190 rupees.
Doesn't matter. These will do.
You know what, I'll fill up your form in Hindi instead of English.
That will be cheaper.
Yes, give me a cheaper option.
Since you have taken my refuge, I'll do something.
Okay. Greetings. - Okay.
Are you from Ayodhya? - You can say that.
Okay.
Uncle. - Yes.
See you. I am leaving for now.
I have spoken to Mr. Sadhu. See you later.
Okay.
I'll ask Rukmani to send some food for you.
Okay.
Reserve some space for me too.
I have a place for you in my heart.
Here you go. - Gupta.
Here's your money in full.
That settles the past account.
And don't ever serve me vegetarian food again.
I won't. - Now send some mutton curry for me.
Okay, sir.
Chotu. Bring some mutton curry for Sadhuram.
He's found a scapegoat.
Okay.
You're unbelievable. Found a scapegoat.
Someone's looking happy.
Look at this.
Benarasi Sari. What's the occasion?
I met with a lawyer today.
Sadhuram Kevat LLB.
He's an expert on cases like mine.
And promised he would solve my troubles.
Really? - Yes.
Listen, what day is it today? Tuesday, is it?
No. It's on Monday. - Then how about it?
Sit...
"You and I are a match made in heaven"
"let's fly to the moon."
"You and I are a match made in heaven"
"let's fly to the moon."
"We'll stare into each other's eyes"
"and talk about sweet nothings."
"We'll stare into each other's eyes..."
"and talk about sweet nothings."
"If you come closer, so will I."
"And feel your breath... mingle with mine."
"The feelings in my heart... I'll convey it to you."
"Honestly... I won't hide anything."
"I'll forsake the world and lose myself in you."
"Never come back."
"Never again."
"Faster..."
"let's fly faster to the moon."
"Because my heart's already racing ahead of me."
Just tell me your demands and get this over with.
Stop bothering me. I won't do it
Just do as I say.
And don't worry.
"When I'll look at you..."
"I won't take my eyes off you."
"And spend every day together."
"I'll take you amongst beautiful flowers."
"And show you the world of fragrances."
"We'll hold hands and never stop working.
"Never come back."
"Never again."
"I feel overwhelmed."
"I feel overwhelmed hearing what you said."
"And now I am prepared."
'Caught in this never-ending quagmire of courts...'
'Bharat Lal had lost everything he had.'
'Along with Rukmani's dreams of Bharat Lal forming a bigger band.'
Sorry, no luck this time.
You won't find any tastier dresses to chew on.
Here you go, Bharat Lal. Count it.
No need.
Wait a minute.
Thakur sir, can I keep this?
He's been my companion through thick and thin.
Of course, you can keep it.
And anyway, I will give all this away in the junk.
Come on. Hurry up, man.
Eighth chair. - Get going.
What's wrong?
Why are you sad?
Did Sadhuram ask for money again?
All the money's gone within a couple of months.
Stop fighting this battle.
Sadhuram said he's trying. He thought of something.
And you want me to quit this battle.
I can't see you in pain.
You are alive and in front of me.
And I am happy.
Forget all this.
And think of a way to make a living.
I'll do something.
When LLB wasn't much help...
He decided to make the new MLA aware of his struggles.
'Bharat Lal's vote had contributed in Asharfi Devi's victory.'
This isn't our victory alone, but yours too.
Our country's men!
And for our countrymen.
Asharfi Devi. She is a black sheep
in the herd of Politicians.
Her father was a well-known landlord...
maybe that's why she was called Asharfi.
She always listens to her conscience, rather than sycophants.
Even though she was an independent candidate
she won the elections and the heart of the people.
We are very grateful...
Glory to... - Asharfi Devi.
Asharfi Devi.
Who is that on the road?
Come on.
Glory to... - Asharfi Devi.
Pablo, give me the camera. - Yeah, Sonia.
Glory to... - Asharfi Devi.
Good morning, ma'am. - Good morning.
I am very sorry, ma'am. - I know.
I read it in the morning.
I don't know how it happened.
Hello. How are you? - How did it get published?
Please be seated, I'll be right back.
These reporters cannot be trusted any longer.
I don't have the slightest clue why this man wants to be alive.
You are my PR. If you don't know, then who will?
I don't know how this picture got published.
Very sorry.
Well, at least the rally did some good for someone.
I have informed the editor in Lucknow.
But who is this rebellious gentleman?
Find out his name.
Wait a second.
Wait a second. Excuse me.
Where can I find Mr. Bharat Lal?
Take the next left. - That way.
Hello. Is Mr. Bharat Lal home?
Who are you?
I am Sonia, I am a reporter.
I wrote this article.
Yes, he's getting a shave at the barbershop.
Okay. Take a picture.
No, don't.
I don't want any pictures taken.
Kallu, don't forget to rub alum on his face after the shave.
Why? Do we have a booking for a wedding?
A beautiful girl is asking around for you.
With your picture in the newspaper...
Look, there she is.
Hello, Mr. Bharat Lal.
I am Sonia. We wanted to talk...
Listen...
Don't you have a holiday today? Go and celebrate.
Bharat Lal, listen...
I told you, let's not do the interview on Holi.
Be quiet. Catch him.
Bharat Lal, listen.
Is he Bharat Lal, or Natwar Lal?
Pablo, this is no time to joke.
We only want five minutes of your time.
Listen to me.
Oh, God...
Bharat Lal!
Oh...
Why are you after me?
Mr. Bharat Lal, I am a reporter.
And we have been running because of you.
I don't want to give an interview.
No pictures either.
Yes...
I want people to know about your story.
That's exactly why I don't want to give an interview.
I have already become a laughing stock in the village.
And post this interview
I will become a laughing stock all over the country.
I want to help you.
Why do you want to help me?
Because I don't just understand your pain and sorrow...
but I can feel it as well.
She is right.
Trust us, Mr. Bharat Lal.
We won't print a single word without your permission.
Promise.
Okay.
I feel you're a good man... and woman.
I trust you.
But I have a small request.
It should be an article, not a joke.
Yes.
So you're the one who unleashed this ghost of the monarchy.
Ma'am, this is your constituency. You should do something.
Of course.
We must make this man come alive. - Yes.
We must do it.
Sadhuram.
Will the newspaper do any good?
Let's forget about good and bad
and come with me right now. - Where?
For the funeral.
Remember that gentleman I introduced you to?
Yes.
I just heard that he passed away.
I am going there.
You should come along too.
After all, you two belonged to the same category.
Dead.
What?
Passed away?
Come on.
Bharat Lal.
Death came to him instantly.
But since he was declared dead on papers...
he would die a new death every day.
Isn't that unbelievable?
Until he was against the law, he was a criminal, alive.
And when he sought the help of the law, he ended up dead.
'Until he was against the law, he was a criminal, alive.'
"Even the alive get buried."
"The country's filled with dishonest people."
"Once you're declared dead on official documents."
"The honest have tears in their eyes watching this plight."
"The country's filled with dishonest people."
Sushil.
Come... - Who?
Your uncle.
Come on.
Come.
Give that to me.
Here's a "Chol-cat".
Uncle. That's a chocolate.
I see. And here's your toy.
Sushil, we're going to play 'kidnap' today.
How do you play that?
Raise your hand.
Kidnap! Kidnap!
But you must wear a different dress to play this game.
Are you going to wear one too?
Of course, I am going to wear it.
Your aunt will wear it.
Everyone in the family will.
Straighten your arms.
Bharat, what's inside the bag?
Nothing, just an idol of Lord Ganesh.
Uncle, I am not Lord Ganesh.
I know, son. But in this case, you have to lie.
Where's your mother?
Rukmani.
What junk is in that?
It's not junk. It's a treasure.
Caught you, uncle.
Yes, you caught me.
Who is that? - He is Sushil.
Brother Hari's son. - I see.
Go and play, son. - Okay.
What is all this?
Come here.
I have kidnapped Sushil.
What?
Are you out of your mind?
Think about me, and the kids.
All I can think about is that I don't want to die like Bhisam.
I am done using the right means.
Do you want to become a criminal now?
Yes.
I will become a criminal.
In films like Bindiya and Bandook
what did she do after all the atrocities she faced?
What?
She took up a gun.
And since I was wronged too, I kidnapped Sushil.
When the law has already given me
the death sentence without any crime...
then let's try to come alive through committing a crime.
"The government and administration are quiet."
"And turned me into a monster."
"Resorting to lies and deceit."
"The country's filled with dishonest people."
"My brother is benevolent. And sister-in-law is so innocent."
Hello, guys. - Hello!
All good? - Great.
Brother Hari, a cricket has fallen into the syrup.
Throw it out.
But it is 5 kilos.
You dumb man, throw the cricket. Not the syrup.
Brother, these things are normal in a confectionery shop.
You can't mourn for everyone.
Hello.
- Greetings, Brother Hari.
It's me, Bharat.
Listen, your son Sushil.
I have kidnapped him.
And if you want him back safe and sound
then file a report with the Police.
Understood.
If you try to find me or come after me...
then you will never see Sushil again.
Hello, Bharat.
Bharat.
Hey Goonga, where is Devi?
Bring him home immediately.
Mother.
What's wrong? What happened?
Mother...
Bharat has lost his mind.
What happened?
- Sister-in-law.
What's wrong?
Hariya. - Brother.
I don't understand a word he's saying.
That Bharat... - Yes?
He abducted Sushil.
Oh, no...
Do something.
Stop crying.
Quiet. - Listen.
All of you, go down to the police station
and file a report against him.
He was saying the same thing, father.
"Go and file a report, or else you will never see Sushil again."
Go on. - Come on.
Come on, hurry up.
Look at her.
The shock has driven her crazy.
It's not me, but you guys who have lost your mind.
My nephew has made a very cunning move.
He wants us to file a report against him...
so that his name is on official documents and he's alive again.
Understand.
Mother. You're a genius.
Son, when it comes to cunningness
your mother can win with her hands down.
No need to go anywhere.
Go back to your work.
And watch Bharat Lal's charade.
Rukmani.
I think the police are here to arrest me.
I'll get something for the police.
The messenger of God is coming.
Lord. Continue to shower your grace on me.
Please answer my prayers today.
Bharat Lal.
Where did they go?
I don't know.
Move. Let me sit.
You dropped my marbles.
Pick it up then.
Now, let me.
Give me the ball.
What was he saying?
He killed Sushil, and left evidence inside the well in the fields.
Yes, brother.
Mother.
Be quiet.
Bharat is the culprit.
He can't even kill a rat. - You're right, mother.
Did Sushil grow wings?
Uncle. Brother Devi.
Brother Arun.
You arrived at the right time.
Come here.
Tell me whether this is human blood or chicken.
Or a rooster?
How does gender matter?
This is my chicken's blood.
Bharat came to my shop carrying this shirt.
Arun.
Dip this shirt in the blood.
Huh?
It's a part of a ritual. If my prayers get answered
then it will be proven that even I have human blood in my body.
I told you Bharat is the culprit.
Now wait and see...
he'll bring Sushil back home again.
Uncle, I had a lot of fun.
We'll play this game again.
No, son. We won't play this game again.
Next time, we will play something else.
Okay. I'll come over.
Good you're here.
Father!
Here's your son.
I'll teach you the game. - Come with me.
What kind of a father and uncle are you?
You didn't even file an FIR.
FIR? Huh!
Bloody, useless.
Always up to no good.
Where do you think you're going?
I'll break your leg.
Beat him up.
Beat him!
Catch him.
He's running!
I think he's lost his mind.
What are you doing?
Oh, God.
- What are you doing?
Oh... - Get up.
Stand up.
What is this?
Look.
Who beat you up?
Those monsters Hari Lal, Devi Lal, and Goonga, my brothers.
All three of them. - How did the fight begin?
Sir, what will you do if I abduct your child?
I will throw you in jail.
And see this register...
I will charge you with dozens of felony.
That's why...
That is exactly why I abducted Sushil
so that they can file a report.
What?
Do you want to file a report against your brother
or get yourself arrested?
And I feel so guilty that I want to surrender.
Look mister, this is not how one gets arrested.
It involves certain legal procedures.
What is that? - Procedure.
Are you trying to bribe me?
I'll be surprised if you don't take it
and make me wonder that we have officers like you in our country.
Yes.
Look at that pot.
Keep it under it.
Done?
Now leave, and come back next week.
Will I have to water the plants again?
We'll see when you come back again.
Now, go.
Walk straight.
How dramatic!
What on earth are you doing?
I prayed to God that you get arrested.
The Lord is very benevolent. Please get me arrested today.
Then all my sorrows will be alleviated.
Sir. Inspector!
I am here. - Yes.
What do you want?
I met you a couple of days ago and was writhing on the ground.
A dozen people showed up that day.
What was your purpose of coming here?
I wanted to surrender, out of guilt.
If you're feeling guilty
why don't you go jump in some river instead?
How can a dead man commit suicide?
I see. - You know what, just arrest me.
We only arrest living people, not the dead.
Please arrest me. - Let's go.
My wife has prayed for me. Please...
Sir. What happened?
Did your brothers strike a deal with them instead?
You abducted your nephew.
What abduction?
I spent a fortune and still couldn't get arrested.
Oh, Bharat Lal, I understand your pain.
But your antics will also put your family in trouble.
What trouble?
How can things get any worse?
A corrupt man made a mistake.
Why doesn't he rectify it?
It's pretty simple, Bharat Lal.
Rectifying the mistake means admitting he made one.
The problem with our system is not rectifying the mistake
but admitting to it in the first place.
You have hit the nail on the head.
Now give me a solution as well.
You know what...
Use "late" before your name.
Late Bharat Lal.
Just the name will be enough for anyone to understand your problem.
Right.
Fantastic, madam. Late Bharat Lal.
The son of India who is dead.
Taking Asharfi Devi's advice, Bharat Lal
turned his naming ceremony into a big event.
And on the same day...
he found some more dead people like himself.
You haven't left yet. - We're all dead.
After that, Bharat Lal gathered around people
who were dead on papers
and started a political party.
I, Late Bharat Lal.
Am grateful to Asharfi Devi...
without whom we could've never taken such a big step.
Whether you call it a joke, or believe the official papers...
a lot of people sitting here are dead.
Ghosts.
Ghost 1: Khudhiram. From Gandhinagar.
Ghost 2: Basheshar.
Ghost 3: Ahmed Miya, From Baliya.
And, Ghost 4: Mahesh.
He's in a state of shock and can't even explain where he's from.
And Ghost 5: Sita Devi from Rani Sarai.
I am a little confused whether ghosts and spirits have gender too.
It's a little difficult to take every name.
I don't remember them all. I have a complete list.
So, with the blessings of madam Asharfi Devi
the dead have decided to form an organization together.
And... Madam, we need you to uncover this.
The name of our party is behind this curtain.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Is that your brother?
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Yes.
Now madam will hoist the flag.
An ordinary bandmaster has made Asharfi Devi dance to his tunes.
He must be special.
No wonder you came seeking my refuge.
Your brother will gain nothing.
There are a lot of them.
Even I have done this before.
Yes.
I am an MLA.
I won't let an ordinary bard ruin this game
I have been playing for decades.
Don't worry.
You're our benefactor, sir.
Our organization has received an excellent response.
And dead people from all over the country are coming over
and joining our organization.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People...
Madam Speaker.
I want to divert this gathering's attention
to a very critical problem
which has gripped our state.
And it's called the Living Dead.
Madam, those who are alive don't get justice...
and you want justice for the dead.
Jaganpal's laughter broke Sonia's heart...
but she decided
to let the world know Bharat Lal's story.
Hail Lord Ram.
Hail Lord Shiva.
Bharat Lal, here you go.
Me. - You're a famous personality.
Your picture's always in the papers.
Maybe someday my picture will come on the papers too.
You have been lucky for me.
Since the day I took up your case, more cases have been pouring in.
That's why I opened this shop.
After closing down mine.
Unbelievable - Come.
Shall I cut it? - Sure.
Great. Nice.
Thank you.
Sadhuram, now you're a famous lawyer.
So even your fee...
Well, there will be a change in the fee.
From today, whenever I come over to your house...
I will need a cup of tea and a packet of biscuit.
Can you manage that? - Of course.
You took a big load off my back.
How? - I have no work.
Since I have been declared dead, no one hires me.
Sometimes I can't even afford a proper meal.
Rukmani is living the life of a widow.
Oh...
Bharat Lal. - Yes.
The government is giving pension to widows.
Yeah.
Why don't you send sister-in-law there?
She will get the pension.
And, even if they don't give pension,
it will be a slap on their face.
The slap will be better.
"The government has declared him dead"
"but my husband's still alive."
"The government has declared him dead"
"but my husband's still alive."
"My husband's still alive."
"The government has declared him dead"
"but my husband's still alive."
My heart's racing.
Okay.
What will I say to them?
You are Bharat Lal's wife, don't worry.
Okay. Come on.
Come.
Come with me. - I'll stay outside.
Are you coming? - Yes.
So, your husband Bharat Lal is dead.
Yes. It's been ten years.
But you're dressed like a married woman.
Yes.
And this nuptial necklace.
My husband's officially dead.
How is that possible? - It's true, sir.
Have you lost your mind?
Look here. She's posing as a widow for the money.
This is embarrassing.
I am not posing as one. The government has made me so.
So what if I still dress like a married woman?
Call me a widow and give me my pension.
Look, madam, this cannot be right. - Why?
Because a woman who doesn't dress like a widow cannot be a widow.
Then, declare my husband alive.
That's not my job. It's the government's job.
Sir...
you're our benefactor.
But you claim this is not your job.
Where else do we go?
Whom do we approach?
Who will give us justice?
We're tired. Please show us the way.
We are starving.
Look, it will be lunch break soon.
I can offer you this food.
What did he say?
Who are you?
I am her husband.
You're her husband.
You're the guy who died ten years ago.
Come, mister. I'll offer you some food too.
You don't have to make such excuses.
Just say that you're hungry.
We'll feed you.
Or sit outside some temple.
We're not beggars!
Rukmani.
What happened?
There is no need to cry.
Hey...
This is how they treat everyone in government offices.
Wait, Rukmani. Don't cry.
Rukmani.
This is how they treat people in government offices.
I have been enduring this for ten years.
Did I ever get angry? Or cry?
This was your first time.
At the government office...
Rukmani couldn't tolerate her insult...
and went to her uncle and aunt to share her sorrows.
They had raised her.
And took care of her happiness.
Move.
Sonia has written my story.
I am leaving. - Come. I'll drop you.
Take a picture of me with my uncle.
Yes, uncle.
Son, I cannot bear your plight.
Don't mind, but I have brought some money.
So you can restart your business again.
Is this why you went to see him?
No, son. She didn't say anything.
Uncle. Your love and respect are admirable.
But my self-respect is invaluable.
It's not about the money or my business.
Some people have wronged me.
And I must show them what they did was wrong.
It's a war.
A fight to gain my respect and honour back.
Not money.
And what about me?
Don't you care about me?
Vijay! If you tear that book, I will thrash you.
Rukmani, even the foreigners know my problem.
This news is spreading far and wide.
And you want me to quit now.
How can you quit now?
Because you have grown addicted to seeing your picture in the papers.
It's all you think about all day.
You have lost your mind.
Then why come back to this madman?
Stay with them.
What is this, son?
Try to understand, Rukmani.
She won't understand.
She's the one who coaxed me to take a loan in the first place.
Business was doing well.
But she sent me against my will to take a loan.
Just like there's a woman behind every conflict
similarly, you're the cause behind my plight.
What?
That's all I had to hear.
I am going to stay with my uncle. I'm taking the kids too.
Leave.
What is all this?
'With time, the rift grew between Bharat Lal and Rukmani.'
'On one side, lives were falling apart...'
'and on the other'
'new lives were beginning.'
You two are married now.
Smile more.
Congratulations.
Hello, Mr. Sadhuram. - Welcome.
Congratulations. - Thank you
Where is Bharat Lal?
He's preparing to make a big explosion.
There's never a dull day around him.
He's contesting the elections, against Rajiv Gandhi.
What?
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Vote for the Skull.
Vote for Bharat Lal.
Vote for the Skull.
Vote for Bharat Lal.
Vote for the Skull.
Vote for Bharat Lal.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Skull?
What kind of an election symbol is the skull?
Why? What's wrong with it?
We all have it.
You do too.
It will come out when the time comes.
Let's go.
Bharat Lal did contest the election, but not for winning.
Only to lose.
He also distributed sweets for his loss.
Because his plan was to appeal to Allahabad court
that if he's dead, then this election should be annulled,
because how can a dead man's nomination
be accepted for the election?
And if they don't annul the election
then he should be declared alive.
Bharat Lal, the elections are over. What now?
Mr. Sadhuram.
Bharat Lal is alive.
Sir, since you believe that, why don't you
give it in writing that I am alive.
See, your honour, I told you this man is crazy.
This man likes to create hurdles for the government
just to make it on the headlines.
Even his wife has said that he's crazy.
Every wife says that.
I am sure your honour's wife says that too.
But his wife didn't leave him.
What a stupid conversation!
Stop dragging my wife into this.
I am still unmarried.
I didn't want to.
Couldn't find one.
And Bharat Lal...
The elections are not a joke.
The former Prime Minister was a part of it.
Do you know the efforts it takes to conduct an election?
And the time?
Their time and the court's time
cannot be wasted. The court won't allow it.
The court is only losing time...
whereas I am losing out on my life.
For the past 12 years, I have been waiting to be alive again.
The case of whether you're dead or alive
is being heard in another court
and the decision is still pending.
Sadhuram. Let's dismiss this case.
You can dismiss this case.
But make me alive!
How can I prove you alive?
The Record-keeper has declared you dead on paper.
You're talking about papers, and I am talking about humans!
You're the court.
Will you believe the paper, or a living man?
What is more important? Papers, or humans?
Humans have a heart. Papers don't.
Humans have a blood. Papers don't.
Humans have families. Papers don't.
When India was a golden bird, these courts existed back then...
so did these lawyers, and papers.
But the plight of humans was never like this.
Can't you see?
A living man is standing before you.
Yelling, his head is about to explode.
Are you blind?
I knew that the law was blind, but so are judges.
I think you're an ignorant man.
Do you know the consequences? This is contempt...
You can do anything you want for contempt of court.
Hang me, kill me, throw me to the lions.
But stop hanging me in the middle like a pendulum.
He's staring at me like a stupid pigeon.
I can see, you're waiting to explode.
Waiting...
Adjourn the court.
Let's adjourn the court.
Adjourn the court.
Come on.
Hail Lord Ram.
Bharat Lal, what have you done? You can get into trouble.
It was intentional.
He will get me arrested, and my name will come up on the register.
Great.
I see... you're a master.
I am learning from the master.
Don't you think you should get the man arrested?
Did you get the fritters? - Yes, sir.
From Radheshyam's shop.
Radheshyam? - Yes, sir.
Mr. Tyagi, I am a judge.
Don't you think I can judge where they are from?
It's very spicy.
What he said was also pricking, but it was true.
Actually...
our system has become a weapon of torture for the common man.
And it can be reformed...
only when madmen like Bharat Lal will cross all boundaries.
I won't take any action against him.
And even the court can't lay a hand on him.
Even after insulting the judge, he wasn't arrested.
Bharat Lal's luck was indeed his bad luck.
Uncle... did you win a jackpot?
No, dear.
First the elections, then the rally.
It's been so long, and yet no news of son-in-law.
Is everything alright?
What is he saying?
Should I take a look?
He will be fine.
He won't give up easily.
This is the silence before the storm.
We're coming.
Sit down.
Be quiet.
Rukmani was right.
The storm had arrived.
With Ashrafi Devi's recommendation, Bharat Lal got a
visiting gallery pass for the parliament
and did what shook the parliament to its core.
Be quiet.
Please maintain silence.
The nation is watching us.
Long live... All India Association of Dead People.
Make me alive again.
I have been declared dead.
Make me alive again.
I want justice.
Who is that idiot?
He's a mad man.
Don't you read the newspaper?
He's up to no good every day.
I am not a terrorist.
I am a citizen of this country.
Hail Mother India.
East or West, India is the best.
Even I grew up singing the national anthem!
And listen...
I threw pamphlets.
I want justice.
Make me alive again.
I have been declared dead.
Make me alive again.
Where else will I go?
If you don't give me justice, then who will?
Long live... All India Association of Dead People.
What is happening, sir?
That could've been a bomb as well.
Paper Bomb.
Leave me.
If I have wronged, then punish me. Hang me.
Take good care of that dead man coming.
When Bhagat Singh threw pamphlets he was sent to jail.
Send me to jail as well.
Hang me.
Send me to jail as well. - How dare you throw pamphlets?
So, you want to be a freedom fighter.
Stand straight.
What else are you hiding?
What are you hiding in your pants? Take his pants off.
Take it off. What else is he hiding?
Take his pants off. - Not my clothes.
Hit him.
Take it off.
You want to be a freedom fighter.
Hit him.
Throwing pamphlets?
Mad man.
Ghost Uncle.
You have lost your mind.
You want to be a freedom fighter.
He's a lunatic. A mad man.
Call the dog catchers.
He has lost his mind.
He is crazy.
This has become a routine.
He's crazy.
It was easy for Lord Ram to slay Ravan.
He had ten heads, but they were all visible.
But this system has many heads, mouths, and eyes.
And each wants to devour a poor man's privileges and rights.
How do we fight with this system?
Bharat Lal's morale was completely down.
Now he needed his wife and children.
Listen, come home with the kids.
I will do as you say.
I will quit this battle.
You know...
what was my biggest mistake?
Marrying me? - No.
Leaving you alone.
Bharat. Tea.
And what will be a bigger mistake?
Coming back and shattering your courage.
In all these years, this battle has become the foundation of your life.
Your goal.
You must win this battle for all of us.
I won't weaken you now, by coming along.
You were mad.
You still are...
and always will be.
When you win, I will be the first to garland you.
And what if I lose?
I have heard a saying.
Even if a man loses...
he should lose doing what he loves the most.
She is an ideal mother.
Madam.
Invitation to Bharat Lal's funeral ceremony.
"Lekhpak. So be it."
"Nyaypalika. So be it."
"System. So be it."
"Vidhansabha. So be it."
Don't drop me, okay.
I have never lain on a pyre before. It scares me.
Oh...
Come here.
Fix the nails.
Or you won't get paid.
Brother, you see... the dead sleep on this.
So I have never really received any complaints.
Come, Bharat.
Yours is special.
The rest is petrol, and this is diesel.
I have put a pillow as well.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People
Let's go.
We're losing time.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
See, the world never wants women to progress.
Not a single woman in the procession.
You're right. That's how men are.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People
Sir, they are the reason behind this trouble.
Tell them to return his land and end this feud.
Or else, he will make our lives hell.
Look at the wise guy.
You mean to say, we should return his land and get stuck ourselves.
Why don't you return the lands of your relatives that you've usurped?
Yes, shut up.
I said, shut up.
Stop making a mountain out of a mole.
Sir, one spark can burn down the jungle.
I can douse such sparks with my pee.
My dead brothers and sisters...
today will be the beginning of a new dawn.
And we dead people were forced to resort to this funeral rally.
So that the government can pay heed to our problems.
People are carried in caskets after they are dead...
but we're doing so to be declared alive.
We're heading straight for the Record-keeper's office.
And prove ourselves alive on official papers.
Bharat Lal puts himself in danger by breaking the law.
Hello, Kevat. - Hello.
I have informed the CM. He's on his way.
Please wait over there. - Thank you.
No, sir.
It's a rally of madmen.
We're enough to handle them.
We'll handle them.
Sir, this is a cricket match.
Only a handful of protestors and thousands of audience.
We'll handle them.
It's too hot. Someone, give me water.
Normal? Or holy water?
Anything will do.
Madam, this is the time to reap the rewards.
Whether you cast a stone, or not
the reward shall fall in your lap.
This is a win-win situation for you.
Meaning?
Please sit there.
Mr. Chaudhary, please.
I mean... let it happen.
If Bharat Lal wins, then he will give you credit for it.
And you'll become the Saviour of a poor, helpless man.
And if something happens to him
then you'll still be a strict, and law-abiding politician.
Wait and watch.
I disagree.
But I do understand.
The farmer sows seeds to reap the crops one day.
And even in politics, we entertain scapegoats
only to be sacrificed at the right time.
I'll tell you who is dead.
One who has the right to give you justice,
but doesn't do so...
is a dead man.
You living men...
take a peek in your heart,
and check whether you're alive or dead?
Thank you very much for coming to this area.
I told you about Bharat Lal. - Yes, you did.
But, he's spreading a state of anarchy...
in the entire country over a small issue
and that is not good.
Sir, I... - Just a minute, sir.
This is not a small issue.
We have developed considerably post our independence.
Men have reached the moon, and our country has made it to outer space.
We have won two wars,
four Olympic gold medals, even the cricket world cup
and we also have nuclear power.
But Bharat Lal is still where he started.
Bharat Lal doesn't want to go to the moon,
or win the war against Pakistan, nor does he want nuclear power.
He wants his identity back.
Just a small piece of paper proves that he's alive.
I have heard you.
That was a good speech.
The government doesn't act on speeches, but on a system.
The Record-keeper has killed us... - With his pen.
Sir, let's get out of here before something happens.
How can anything happen?
This is the local office. He's the new Record-keeper.
Their threats can't scare me.
Move.
Come on.
Let's go.
Stop!
Catch him!
Let's break that Record-keeper's head.
And Bharat Lal will be blamed for it.
Stop!
It was the old Record-keeper Bhure Lal's mistake, not mine.
I haven't done anything. - Get the papers.
It's an 18-year-old case.
It must be in the record room.
Give me the keys.
We won't let you go. Give it to me.
Our fight is against the system, not them.
Kill him.
Drag them out. They are not our comrades.
My comrades are not violent.
Get out. They are robbing the country.
Out!
Give me the keys. - Take it.
And find the needle in the haystack.
Come on. - Come on, brother.
Let's go inside.
Police!
He's in the record room.
Catch him. - Get him out of the record room.
Drag him out. Find them.
Up there.
Catch him!
Catch him.
Brother, found out.
Brother, Salanpur.
Brother... Salanpur.
"Covered under dust..."
"stashed away in a paper"
"life was rotting away."
"The one I pined for..."
"and was searching all my life for it."
"Finally, I found that life."
"The world had to bow before your determination."
"Now the world says to you."
"May you live long..."
Stop.
Please stop.
Bharat Lal, you are alive.
Look.
The PM's orders have annulled the Record-keeper's orders.
Now Bharat Lal is officially alive.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Long live... - Bharat Lal.
Bharat Lal, son of Kanhaiya Lal.
Village: Amilo. District, Mubarakpur...
is declared alive...
through official orders.
For conspiring against him...
and declaring him dead, unofficially...
Record-keeper Bhure Singh...
Bharat Lal's Uncle and Aunt.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
I am alive again.
See, I told you, a piece of paper could not take your father from you.
'Paper!'
'Sometimes, as newspapers and even as letters.'
'A necessity, day in and day out.'
'A luxury that lets us come and go.'
'And order that decides whether we live or die.'
'Love letters are also made of paper.'
'Even applications are made of paper.'
'Flags are made of papers.'
'Even the body is made of paper.'
'Papers are witness to relations.'
'Be it a wedding or a marriage.'
'Even the witness to a sin like divorce.'
'Papers can make or break.'
'Can snatch away from you land and homes.'
'And wipe your tears too.'
'Papers are so important everywhere...'
'like humans are made of paper.'
'Means nothing, and still means everything.'
'That is the uniqueness of the paper.'
"Trouble was hovering over you..."
"but you never gave up."
"Time was unfair with you."
"But you tread on."
"The tide was against you..."
Forgive us, son.
No need to apologize. - Forgive me...
If you hadn't killed me on paper
I would've never understood the value of life.
Return Bharat's land to him.
We already did.
Aunt, I don't want the land. I got much more.
Forgive us, son.
Be happy, aunt. I forgive you.
What a wonderful man!
Goodbye. Come, aunt. - I'll see you later.
Bharat Lal.
You have been proven alive on paper.
But what about us?
Yes, what about us?
Basheshar, the world is an arena.
Where truth and lies are contending against each other.
As long as truth triumphs over lies...
this war will continue.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
Glory to...
All India Association of Dead People.
"Leave a few breaths in me"
"as I still have hope in me."
"I still have a lot to give."
"The destination is still pining."
"My heart's not given up to pray."
"I still have to face a new challenge."
"Rise again after you fall and be strong."
"Gather the straws to make a bridge and go across."
"May you live long."