Do you get the signal now? - 'No.'
Now?
'No, not yet.'
Keep checking, sir.
What a nuisance! - 'Got it!'
'We should strengthen our...'
Should I fix it here? - 'Fix it.'
Keep checking!
'It upholds the sovereignty of our nation.'
'It upholds the unity of our nation.'
'It helps our nation progress. Right?'
'If any of us...'
'Be it this community or that...'
'If we give importance to caste and religion over the nation, '
'if we give importance to language over the nation, '
'we will be destroyed.'
'Vidya!' - Yes?
Come here fast! Look how beautiful this is!
Wow! - What happened?
Wow!
Hey! Let me see it!
No. You've seen enough.
Come on, let's play a new game now.
I don't want to play any new game.
I want to see this. Give it back to me.
Hey!
If you take this, what will I do?
Come on, let's go to Aunt Beni. She'll narrate a story.
No! Aunt Beni? No way!
Didn't you hear what she just said? - What?
'Sit properly.'
'Sit upright.'
'Keep your back straight.'
'Lower your gaze.'
'Practise.'
I'm very scared of her.
She's very strict!
Are you scared of her? - Yes.
Scared?
So, go to hell. I'm going to her.
If I die,
the secret of where your shoes are
will be buried along with me.
Hey...
Ameena, return my shoes!
If you don't return my shoes,
God will be angry with you.
Really? What will happen then?
Then,
Chandi Maa will come and punish you!
Chandi Maa? Who is she?
Don't you know Chandi Maa?
Chandi Maa!
She's a Goddess, you idiot!
She has long, pointy nails.
Blood drips out of them.
She has big, scary eyes.
Her tongue is out.
And She can fly!
Can She fly? - Yes.
So, She doesn't need shoes then!
Why would She come here for the shoes?
Because
we worship Her every day.
So, She'll come here to support me, you idiot!
Oh, why didn't you say so?
I perform 'namaz' every day too.
I will have God's support too. Right, Allah?
No!
Nobody can defeat Goddess Chandi! She's very dangerous!
I just explained it to you!
Allah is strong too!
Really?
How does your Allah look?
My Allah is...
Tell me.
I don't know.
I've never seen Him.
Have you never seen Him? - No.
Not even on a calendar?
Is there no photo of Him? - No.
I've never seen Him.
He must look like something, right?
Of course, He does.
Do you know? My mother says
that He is the most beautiful and powerful being in the world.
When ordinary people see Him,
they feel dizzy and faint!
Oh!
So, that's why there are no pictures of Him!
Oh! - That explains it!
Hey! I'm sure Aunt Beni must have seen Him!
Come on, let's ask her.
No!
She'll make us practise singing the moment we go there.
I don't want to go there.
No, she won't. - She will.
She won't. - She will.
No, she won't! - Yes, she will!
Come on! She won't!
She will!
Come on!
Beni,
stop it already!
For how long will you make these witches practise?
That's not how you train vocalists.
If they overwork their throats, their voices will be ruined forever.
Melody must emerge from the stomach, not the throat.
But these witches are hiding a secret in their tummies.
Tell me. What did you want to ask me?
Yes. Vidya wanted to ask you something.
No. Ameena wanted to ask you something.
Come on!
Stop beating around the bush and ask me already!
Aunt Beni... - Aunt Beni...
How does Allah look? - How does Allah look?
May your tiny tongues burn!
You can't even talk properly yet, and you want to know about Allah!
Beni, these girls are getting out of hand. I'm warning you.
Oh, please, Phuphi!
It's their age to be bold.
When people get to our age, they are afraid
that Allah won't grant them a long life. Right?
Oh, don't say such negative things!
'Afraid of death...' - Oh, please!
Dear,
Allah can be seen in everything that is pure, sacred,
beautiful and noble. Got it?
Every beautiful thing?
Everything that you find beautiful
is a reflection of God.
Aunt Beni, I really like the sunrise.
Can Allah be seen in that too? - Absolutely!
Aunt Beni, what about flying kites? - Absolutely!
Even hot 'jalebis'?
Absolutely, my dear!
Everything that feels beautiful
and good to you is...
A reflection of God. - A reflection of God.
You understood it so fast!
It took me years to get it.
Come on, get up. Let's go inside.
Come on. Hold my hand.
Hurry up.
Come on. Be careful.
Listen, Uncle Munnu. - Yes?
How come the heroine's frock was fluttering?
Actually, her frock...
There's a fan under it.
The fan blows air at her frock...
Oh!
That's amazing!
So, there's a fan under her frock! - Yes.
What do you think
is the most beautiful thing in the world, Uncle Munnu?
Munnu!
Is Munnu here?
Where have you been, you rascal?
Beni kept calling you. That poor thing...
And you show up now!
Hey, Munnu!
Did you bring my catechu or not?
I've kept it under your bum.
What a rascal!
He didn't hand it to me like a normal person!
Look at it... At least, have a look!
Look.
Why are you so restless?
I asked him to bring me 'paan' three hours ago. - Yes.
I'm craving a 'paan'.
He never brings anything on time, that rascal!
Phuphi... - Yes?
Why do you need 'paan' and catechu? - Why do you ask?
You look like saffron as it is! - Shut up, you fool!
Are all the young girls in the neighbourhood dead?
You're flirting with Phuphi!
You put every other girl in the neighbourhood to shame.
Really? Me? - Yes!
It's true!
Okay. Come on, take me to the kitchen.
The kitchen? - Yes.
Why just the kitchen, I could take you to Honolulu!
Not 'lulu', dear. Just take me to the kitchen.
Come on. - Come on.
Be careful, dear. - Yes.
Take it easy. - Yes, I'm always careful.
Oh God!
Hey! You'll drop me! - No!
Careful! Don't drop me!
You'll drop me! - No.
Listen to me, dear. - I won't drop you!
Hey!
You darned rascal!
Uncle Munnu,
Phuphi has fallen again!
You dropped her on purpose!
Don't lie! - Hey!
Let's ask Fanney! - Yes!
What? - Fanney, tell us.
What should I tell you?
What do you think is the best
and the most beautiful thing in the world?
What kind of question is that?
Tell us!
Well, I like a lot of things.
Such as?
Such as...
Flying a kite.
Really? - And playing cricket...
'Imarti', 'jalebi'... - I said 'jalebi' too!
Really? - Yes!
But why are you asking me this?
Because Aunt Beni says... - Yes?
That the most beautiful thing in the world
is a reflection of God! - Is a reflection of God!
Really? - Yes.
In that case, I really like Sharda.
Why didn't you touch it?
I didn't want to sully it with my touch.
Go and give this to Sharda.
What if my touch sullies it?
No, your touch won't. Come on. Good girl.
What happened? Didn't you wash your hands today? - Hey!
Yuck! You're dirty!
Why are you looking that way, my boy?
Are you crazy?
Oh, Uncle Munnu! Not me...
The weather is crazy today.
Watching all those English films has spoiled you.
Am I spoiled? - Yes.
No, Uncle Munnu... - 'Who is there?'
'Who is there?'
It's Uncle Munnu! - Who is there?
Oh!
So, you've shown up at last!
Where were you since the morning?
I'm sure you had gone to watch some vulgar English film
and ogle the actresses, right?
Munnu swear on Allah and Lord Shiva
and tell me if you went to watch a film.
Nobody went to watch a film!
Didn't you? Banwari told me.
Banwari! He still owes me money! - Sure!
Don't change the topic, Munnu.
Aunt Beni, I'm not changing the topic.
A horse carriage rolled over today!
Really? - Yes!
A horse carriage? - Yes!
Where? - At the Lakkadganj crossroads.
Oh God! - The horse neighed so loudly
that it scared me!
Was anyone hurt? Who was riding the horse carriage?
Hurt? There was blood all over! - Really?
It was quite a scene!
A scene? - Yes.
A scene? - Yes, it was a scene.
So, you went to watch a film!
Nobody went to watch a film!
Didn't you go to the cinema hall?
It's not like I have any money!
I just saw the photo on the poster and came back.
Oh! It must be a nude photo!
What else do English films have to offer anyway?
When will you grow up? - Come on!
Consider your age, at least! - Don't be silly!
You're more childish than a teenager!
You have no eyesight,
but you see everyone naked! - You're so childish!
Even if someone is fully-clothed, you see them naked! - Grow up!
You're crazy! - His hair has greyed, but he's still so childish!
Go to a temple instead! - I work hard! Can't I watch a film?
You're talking nonsense! - What a rascal...
You rascals keep looking under the heroine's frock!
When will you grow up?
Have you fallen asleep?
Wake up, you lazy sloth!
You're an adult, but you're sleeping like a baby!
To hell with your sleep!
I haven't had my tea! My throat is dry!
I can't get over this drowsiness.
You talked so much! Of course, your throat is dry!
I'll go and bring tea for you.
Look, you just got up and started walking!
Will a prince come here to give me a hand?
Come on. Come here!
At least, give me a hand!
Beni... Hey, Beni... - Yes?
Is it 4 o'clock already?
At least, on the cleric's clock, it is!
Come on.
Be careful.
Take it easy. - "O Govind..."
"O Gopal..."
"Govind Gopal..."
Aunt. - "When will You..."
Aunt. - "Hear my prayer?"
"O Govind..." - Hey, aunt!
"O Gopal..." - I won't be able to come in tomorrow.
"Govind..." - The situation is very tense in the city.
A curfew has been imposed in many areas.
"Gopal..." - How can I come tomorrow?
Take care. Goodbye. - "When will You..."
Hey! A curfew has been imposed in the city.
Has that paralysed your feet?
But, aunt, the situation...
The neighbourhood can't remain dirty!
Shut up and come to work tomorrow! - But...
"Gopal..."
"O Govind..."
- The parrot...
"Gopal..."
Where is it... There's the parrot!
Hey, green parrot! If I don't colour you blue and yellow today,
I'll change my name!
The parrot... The parrot...
The parrot...
The parrot... The parrot... Don't mind...
Uncle Munnu, may I spray colour on you?
You allow it without resisting. It's no fun!
Hey, girl!
Will you spoil my uniform?
Get out of my way!
The parrot... The parrot...
Don't mind... - Hey, silly girl!
Will you spoil my white sari by spraying colour on me?
Come on, go over there and play!
"Gopal..."
Vidya. - Yes?
What happened? Why are you chasing the parrot?
Where is Ameena?
She won't come here today.
She'll come after Holi.
What happened? Is everything okay? Come here.
She said
that she won't come here while I'm playing with colours.
Why? What happened this year?
My dear...
Her uncle is visiting her from Aligarh.
Oh! - He says
that Holi is a festival of Hindus. - Okay.
And that spraying colour on Muslims is a sin.
Okay. Play with your uncle Munnu.
I'm here. There are other kids in this neighbourhood.
I'm scared of you. - What?
And Uncle Munnu doesn't resist at all!
It's no fun!
And aunt scolds me even if I ask her if I can spray colour on her.
Is she a Muslim too?
"O Govind..."
"O Gopal..." - Dear, Phuphi is a widow.
That's why she is wary of colours.
Colours bring back memories
which she wants to forget. Anyway...
So, the parrot is my only playmate! - Okay, then!
Do one thing.
Go and fetch Ameena.
You both have been wanting to hear a story, right? - Yes!
Come on, I'll narrate a story. Go and fetch her.
Hey, don't stomp so heavily!
You're a human! Walk properly! - Yes.
At least, cover your head!
What is this, Munnu?
I ran into the postman at the marketplace. - Okay.
He's going to his village for Holi.
So, he gave me this letter for you.
A letter for me? - Yes.
Aunt. - Yes?
You're getting letters even at this age!
Don't you get them? Are you jealous?
Oh, you've come back to scare me again!
You watch my throat like a cop!
Your sight is as sharp as that of a hawk.
Go on. Don't hover around me like a hawk.
Come on!
I don't want to go... - Come on!
Come on! - Hey...
Come on! - Wait.
At least, tell me why she has called me here.
I'm very scared.
You must have done something wrong.
That's why Aunt Beni must have called you to narrate a story
and reprimand you.
Otherwise, Aunt Beni and stories...
I know that too.
But what did I do wrong?
You did it. How would I know? - I don't know...
Aunt... - Aunt...
Phuphi, what happened?
Hey, Munnu! - Yes?
Munnu, what have you done?
Why is Phuphi crying?
Take a look. - Aunt, water.
Oh God! This girl has touched my glass again!
Get me another glass!
What happened? - Get me another glass!
Phuphi, what happened?
The postman gave me a letter. I delivered it to her. - Yes.
What happened, aunt?
Beni, it's a letter from Shanu from Islamabad!
A letter from Aunt Shanu!
Give me a hand. - That wretch has written to me after so many years!
I hadn't heard from her until now.
Suddenly, she was worried. So, she thought of me.
It's been years since they left!
Are they alright? - Yes, they're alright.
She's playing with the grandson!
She's playing with the grandson? Whose grandson?
Jinnah's.
Wow, it's a big deal to play with Jinnah's grandson!
Munnu, get lost! - He's a big shot!
Wow! She has made it big!
Wow!
She thinks of her motherland and cries.
The wretch writes,
'Ramo, I'm very nervous. I'm about to die.'
'So, I thought of you.'
'I don't know if you're ready to join me or not.'
'But I know that my time has come.'
'You know how Naseer is.'
'As soon as we came to Pakistan, he became a staunch Muslim.'
Beni, I knew this would happen.
'Anyway, '
'I'm sending you these colours and hoping that he doesn't find out.'
'Yes, I know that you don't play with colours.'
'But, Ramo, at least, touch them.'
'When I left India, I left all colour behind.'
'Anyway, '
'I'm sending you these colours. I hope Naseer doesn't find out.'
'I'm sending sweet dumplings too.'
'Eat them.'
'Your sweetness will reach me when you eat them.'
Munnu,
this envelope contains only the letter and these colours.
Oh God! I've burned my aubergine!
I kept it to roast for too long! - Did he eat the dumplings?
You rascal! - Oh, no!
You darned rascal! - You ate all the dumplings!
You should have saved some for us! - He finished them up!
You should have shared them! - Where has he gone?
Darn you! - Hey!
You rascal, may you rot in hell! - Hey! Aunt Beni, what happened?
He ate all the dumplings! - You selfish rascal!
Go to hell! - What happened?
May God punish you! - Hey!
Phuphi, what happened?
That rascal, Munnu,
ate all the dumplings that were sent to me from Pakistan!
All of them!
Forget about the dumplings.
I've brought 'kalakand' for you from Banwari's shop.
Really? - Yes.
So, give me a taste, dear.
I'm craving a sweet.
Okay.
Let's go inside. You feed me some 'tehri',
and we'll share some 'kalakand'. - That sounds good.
Come on.
How did you know that I had cooked 'tehri'?
The aroma has pervaded the entire neighbourhood!
Right, kids?
You're lying. - What?
You sneaked into my kitchen again, didn't you, Fanney? - No.
Why do you keep breaking my religious code?
Oh, I break your religious code! Okay. You're right.
But your religious code doesn't break when I touch you, does it?
Well? - Okay, don't argue with me. Take me to the kitchen.
Come on. - Sure! 'Take me...' Why don't you go on your own?
It's sacrilege for me to touch you!
Come here, my dear. - 'Come here, my dear.'
Be careful. Don't drop me. - Yes, I'll be careful.
When have I ever dropped you? - Take it easy.
Have I ever dropped you?
Take me to the kitchen!
Don't drop me!
Fanney, take me to the kitchen. - I'll throw you down.
Please be careful, dear. - Yes, I'll be careful.
You rascal! You broke my back! - Ameena...
Ameena. Vidya.
You witches! - Yes?
Come here.
Don't stomp so heavily.
Sit.
Sit properly.
Fold your legs. Tuck your tummy in. Keep your back upright.
Lower your gaze.
Ameena,
I heard that you refused to play with colours.
No problem! Breathe. Breathe!
Many people don't like to play with colours.
I don't like it either.
But it's not due to my religion.
I just don't like it, that's all.
Anyway, I had called you here to narrate a story.
Which story will you narrate?
The one about Akbar and Birbal, or the one about Mullah Nasiruddin?
What's special about today?
It's Holi today.
So, I'll tell you a story about colours.
Do you know? Colours are not something to just play with.
One can also sing colours.
How can one sing colours? - How can one sing colours?
This tradition was started by the great poet, Amir Khusrau.
Who was he?
He was everything, dear.
Abu'l Hasan Yamin ud-Din Khusrau.
He was a Sufi saint, poet and musician.
India was his motherland,
but his upbringing had the flavour of Iran.
His father, Amir Saifuddin Ahmed,
travelled from Iran to India with his army.
And he brought Irani culture
and Farsi music and language with him.
He married an Indian girl.
So, in the land of Ganga and Yamuna,
Khusrau grew up in a diverse culture here.
Do you have a photo of him?
Dear, photos didn't exist back in his day.
But I have a camera.
You can see his sketch in it.
Dear, look for it behind you...
The camera...
Uncle Munnu took it!
Oh God! He's like a rat!
He takes everything he finds! - Yes.
Anyway, forget it.
So, this is a story from Khusrau's childhood.
It was Rang Panchami, that is Holi that day.
Everyone was playing with colours and drinking 'bhaang'.
"Today, the sky is smeared in pink."
"There is joy and celebration everywhere!"
'Hey! Sir, what is this behaviour?'
'Look, we are going to the mosque to pray. Let us go.'
'All we are doing is smearing natural colour on you.'
'Why do you mind that?'
'Look, our religion does not allow it.'
'Please let us go.'
'So, who is stopping you? Go.'
'This is just dry colour made of orange flowers.'
'You could just dust it off.'
'You are forcing us!'
'We are not forcing you, we are playing with colours!'
'We do not want it! - It is Holi!'
'What are you fighting so passionately about, gentlemen?'
'What are you fighting so passionately about?
'Look, cleric. We are going to the mosque to pray.'
'And they insist on smearing colour on us.'
'First of all, it is wrong to force anyone to do anything.'
'Secondly, what problem do you have with colours?'
'Your face is already coloured.'
'Your face is coloured by nature.'
'It is a colour created by Allah.'
'Okay, tell me something.'
'Which colour vendor did you buy these colours from?'
'From Amir Jaan.'
'Who makes these colours?'
'Babban, Fakeera...'
'Ramla, Hardev... Everyone makes colours.'
'So, by selling these colours, '
'those people earn their livelihood.'
'They must run their houses with that income.'
'They must raise their children with that income.'
'These colours are sacred, dear.'
'There is nothing wrong with them.'
'Colour is present everywhere.'
'People of God, there is darkness'
'in the absence of colour.'
'Pitch black darkness.'
'Colour is a gift that God has given to us.'
'We should immerse ourselves in it.'
'Sure. Thank you, sir. - Thank you.'
His words left a lasting impression on Abu'l Hasan.
Later he composed many qawwalis to celebrate colour
which are known as Rang these days.
By lovingly accepting the culture of Hindus,
he set an example and proved
that the one who loves Hindustan is neither a Hindu nor a Muslim,
but a true patriot.
And he loves everything about his country.
I'll tell you an interesting thing.
Vasant Panchami is a festival of the Hindus, right?
But many people don't know
that it is also celebrated at shrines of Sufi saints.
It's been 800 years,
but it's still celebrated with great enthusiasm on the arrival of spring,
at the shrine of Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya.
"The night of the Prophet's celebration is here."
"Come, be coloured by God."
"The night of the Prophet's celebration is in here.'
"Come, be coloured by God."
"The ones whose garment He chooses to colour will be"
"showered with good fortune."
"I see colour everywhere today, O mother."
"I see colour in my beloved's home."
"I see colour in my beloved's home, my friend."
"I see colour in my beloved's home."
"I see colour everywhere today, O mother."
"I have found my guide Nizamuddin Auliya."
"Nizamuddin Auliya, Alauddin Auliya."
"Nizamuddin is with me."
"I see colour everywhere today."
Girls, come here...
Girls. - Yes.
Come here. Help me with the quilt.
Yes, we're coming.
You said you were coming! Where are you going?
We are going to Sharda's place.
Who is there?
Sharda.
I know that. But why are you going there?
To deliver this message.
Message! What's the message?
We have no idea.
Whose message is it?
It belongs to Fanney.
Come here. Come on.
Since when did Fanney start sending messages,
and that too, to Sharda?
This is the first instance.
Okay.
Read it for me. Come on.
But the message is for Sharda.
Really? Let me hear it first.
Come on.
Give it to me. - No...
It's delicate. Be careful with it.
I'll slap you.
That's what Fanney told us.
Fanney's pets!
What has he written?
Look, he didn't write the letter in Urdu.
Did he write it in English?
That's what we thought.
Don't think too much.
Read it for me.
Come on.
I...
'I want to be the king.'
'You have...'
'A regal bearing...'
Stop.
It seems to be a creepy letter. Give it to me.
Give it to me and leave the place.
But...
I want no ifs or buts.
You are still kids.
And you want to deliver the message from a loafer!
Go away. Don't interfere in adults' affairs.
Give us the letter... - Will you go away or not?
We're going.
Beni.
Check this out.
He wrote a love letter! - Yes.
What did he write in it?
Read it.
Shall we start? - Sure.
Uncle Munnu.
Let me go.
Why are you making a mockery of me?
Because I want to.
Aunt Beni.
I made a mistake. Please forgive me.
Your Majesty, please come.
Your throne is waiting for you.
Clean it. - Yes, please come.
Sit down. - Come on.
He wants to romance a girl!
Here I go...
'I want to be a king.'
Wow!
'The regal bearing that you have...'
'The scent of your youth...'
'They make my heart sing.' - Great!
Wow!
'I am miserable.'
'I am a fakir.'
'I'll treasure you forever.'
Wow! What a line, aunt! - You rascal!
Wow! - Behave yourself.
Will you sit on my lap?
Go ahead.
'The way you look at me'
'makes my heart melt.'
Wow! - Very good.
Wow! It's full of pain.
Is it hurting you?
Would you want me to give you more pain?
'It's not my heart. It's Delhi.'
My buddy has got the whole city
in his heart! - I'll hit you.
Go ahead.
Come on.
The rest of the letter is written in English. I can't read it.
Then why do you go out to watch English sports?
For entertainment, right?
I told you so...
Now, read the letter.
Come on.
'D-E-A-R... Dear Sharda.'
Sharda! - Listen, man.
Control your emotions. Sit down.
Go ahead.
'D-E-A-R... Dear.'
There are two Sharda!
Do you want me to slap you?
'I am sorry.'
It says, 'I am sorry. You are so 'puri'.'
Puri!
Pure.
It's pure.
You're so pure.
I am a sinner. I have no work. I don't study. You go to college.
I do nothing.
Sharda, I don't want to say anything.
I want to say that you make my world beautiful.
And thank you.
Beautiful!
In English, beautiful means pretty.
Wow! - Beautiful...
Come here.
It's a pathetic letter.
It's pathetic and foolish.
This is wrong.
Oh, my God!
A couplet must adhere to certain rules.
If you had studied, you'd have known about them.
You people have corrupted your intellect
by listening to film songs on the radio.
You are just making a mockery of yourself
by writing a letter in a language that you don't speak.
Sharda is an educated and nice girl.
Do you think you could impress her with this pathetic letter?
You should be ashamed of yourself, Fanney.
Shame on you.
What you did was disgusting.
But at least the letter is not nasty. - Thank God.
Nowadays, you see vulgarity everywhere.
Yes, Beni... - Yes.
You know, they play such vulgar songs on the radio.
There is a song that they keep playing... - That one...
"O young and handsome guy..."
"Sometimes..."
Vulgar songs!
What's the meaning of love?
Do you have any idea?
Or you developed an interest in it after watching it in plays!
What?
Tell me.
Explain your actions.
Fanney, Beni is asking you. You have to answer.
Bhatt is such a nice guy.
How would he react to it?
Who is Bhatt?
He is the father of the beautiful girl. Now, keep quiet.
He is a Bhatt!
Fanney, tell me.
Yes.
Do you know the meaning of love?
No.
No! But you wrote couplets for her!
You just keep quiet.
Yes, Fanney.
Do you know the meaning of love?
No. - Great.
To whom did you write the letter?
Did you write it to me?
You're lying to us. - You keep quiet or leave.
Idiot.
Fanney, tell me.
Aunt Beni, I made a mistake. Please forgive me.
I won't repeat it.
Why not?
Maybe it's wrong...
What's wrong with it?
Is it wrong to send the letter to her? - Yes.
Is it wrong to send it sneakily with the help of kids? - Yes.
Or is having feelings for Sharda wrong?
Answer me, Fanney.
Aunt Beni, with all due respect,
I have never had wrong intentions for Sharda.
What do you mean? - Beni...
Speak up.
Aunt Beni, I am sorry.
I'll never repeat the mistake.
I respect you a lot.
By disrespecting a girl!
Very good.
I never had such intentions.
Trust me.
Although I don't offer prayers,
I am a true Muslim.
I am not a bad person.
I...
I can never have wrong thoughts about Sharda.
She is so pure and innocent
that even my gaze could sully her.
She is so innocent that it's sinful even to look at her.
She is highly educated. And I think I am nothing
in front of her.
I don't know what love is.
But I know
that when I think of her, I think of hope, comfort,
and faith.
When the watchman of a big hotel looks at me with disgust,
I feel like going to Sharda and cry.
When you bless me to be successful,
I want Sharda to hear it.
When aunt calls me dear, I feel like
going to Sharda in clean clothes and cry.
When someone blesses me, I feel like
collecting all the blessings in a piggy bank and give them to Sharda.
I never wanted more than that
because I know the reality.
When I think about the future,
I feel suffocated.
I feel like banging my head against a stone
or crying on aunt's or your shoulder.
Fanney.
Come here. - Sit.
Sit.
Who is there?
Wow!
We missed the two of you at the meeting!
Come here.
Hurry up...
You two made a mistake.
Some things are meant for adults.
What did you hear?
Answer me.
It's Delhi, not a heart.
And...
Fanney's English is poor.
And Fanney wants to go to Sharda and cry.
He wants to give her a piggy bank.
And when aunt calls Fanney dear,
he wants to inform Sharda about it.
And...
Fanney doesn't know the meaning of love.
You also asked him about it.
Wash their faces with the holy water.
Was that the only thing left to hear at this old age?
Half knowledge is dangerous.
Come here. Come on.
Hurry up. - I'll hit you.
Sit down.
Sit down properly.
Sit up straight with your legs crossed and look down.
Love
or romance...
It's not easy
to know its meaning or define it.
It's very complicated.
It's not something you give to anyone you want.
Ishq-E-Haqeeqi and Ishq-E-Majazi.
One is human love, and the other is divine love.
Someone who is in love, they see love in everything.
That's why the search for love is nothing but the search for God.
The one that these loafers do,
the flirting and showing-off is not love.
This is called fooling around. Don't take this word so lightly.
And look at the difference between them.
She is from a higher social class, and he is a wastrel.
She is a Brahmin, and he is a Muslim.
You are talking nonsense.
You idiot!
You are an idiot.
So, that's what you understood!
My teeth started shaking after talking so much.
And you understood that I was talking about Hindu and Muslim!
You idiot! - Your teeth shake! Then get them treated.
It's happening because you consume 'paan' a lot.
Consuming so much 'paan' is unhealthy.
Why do you care about my health?
You are so annoying.
You are good for nothing.
He is talking about the difference between Hindu and Muslim...
What nonsense is this?
You were talking about Ishq-e-Majazi.
Yes, Amir Khusrau learned about Ishq-e-Majazi
from two Hindustani women of his time.
Padmini and Deval.
You mean 'Khush Raho'!
It's Khusrau, not 'Khush Raho'.
Khusrau!
Get up.
- Me!
Get up.
What's my fault?
Get out.
I was explaining it to him.
Get out of here.
I was explaining it... - Go.
Beni. - Yes.
You were talking about Ishq-e-Majazi.
Yes, I was.
Oh!
He always... - Padmini and Deval.
Yes.
They were both Hindus.
Yes, they were both Hindus.
He was so proud of these two Hindustani women
that he immortalised their tales.
After seeing the sacrifices made by Deval and Padmini,
he told his son, Ghiyas,
that I am proud of Hindustan
that gave birth to such goddesses.
Two Hindu goddesses...
Yes, they were Hindus.
What happened?
You carry on. You always interrupt me.
You get angry over little things.
Shall I carry on?
Sure.
At the time of Deval Devi,
Khusrau was in the court of Alauddin Khalji.
The Sultan used to respect him a lot.
He used to consult with him.
Once the Sultan was tensed.
So, Khusrau created a new 'raag'
called Yaman.
But it didn't help him relax.
The reason behind his restlessness was
Princess Deval, the daughter of Karna Rai.
Alauddin had brought Deval's mother, Karnavati,
to his harem after the battle.
Deval was growing up in Karnavati's palace.
At night,
instead of feeling sleepy,
Deval used to think about the emperor's son Khizr Khan.
It was the dawn of Deval's childhood,
but her heart was awake.
"Let the lamps be lit"
"on this beautiful night."
"Let the lamps be lit"
"on this beautiful night."
"I am in the prime of my youth."
"I am full of passion."
"I am in the prime of my youth."
Khusrau was developing a new language in those days.
It was a mixed language out of Parsi and Hindvi.
"Do not overlook my misery,"
"by blandishing your eyes and weaving tales."
'I have forgotten myself in your love.'
'And you avoid me.'
'You make excuses when you see me.'
'Come, do not make me pine so much.'
'My heart can't take it anymore.'
"Tossed and bewildered, like a flickering candle,"
"I roam about in the fire of love."
"Sleepless eyes, restless body,"
"neither does she come nor her message."
"I am in the prime of my youth."
'What a beautiful mixture of Parsi and Hindvi!'
'What do you want to say, Khusrau?'
'I want to say that a language can't define a religion.'
'It's a form of expression.'
'How did you come up with it?'
'From my surroundings.'
'So, you found out.'
'What do you think about it?'
'If love is true, then you don't need anyone else's opinion.'
'How would the general public react?'
'No!'
'Love between a Hindu girl and a Muslim boy!'
'Is it an effort to defame our women?'
'Is it a conspiracy to weaken the Muslim rule'
'by a Hindu heir?'
'It will create divisions among people'
'no matter what I do.'
'Love unites us, Your Majesty.'
'Maybe it will unite people instead of creating divisions.'
'Sir, two religions want to be one.'
'What a beautiful union!'
'Two customs, two cultures, '
'two traditions will become one.'
'Love doesn't hurt anyone.'
'In my view, '
'no other women love you'
'as sincerely, as deeply'
'as Hindustani women.'
'I have always respected your suggestion.'
'Let's start the wedding preparations.'
"O friend, the homecoming of my beloved..."
"Has made this courtyard so perfectly blessed."
"O friend, the homecoming of my beloved..."
"I was waiting for you with hope..."
"I was waiting for you..."
"I was waiting for you with hope..."
"With henna on my hands and vermilion on my head."
"After seeing the face of my beloved..."
"I lost myself."
"O friend, the homecoming of my beloved..."
But Khusrau wasn't God.
He couldn't change fate.
Alauddin's general, Malik Kafur, cast his evil eyes
on Deval and Khizr Khan's happiness.
In the end, Khizr Khan was sent to prison.
Deval renounced the comforts of the harem
and went to prison with her husband.
Her bravery reminded Alauddin
of the same love that he encountered with Padmini.
Both the women didn't give up
on love, loyalty,
self-respect... - Ma'am.
Who is Padmini?
I'll tell you.
'Your Majesty.'
'Please don't send the message to Padmini.'
'Why?'
'Because no other women love you as sincerely, '
'as deeply as Hindustani women.'
'You shouldn't disrespect them.'
'But when the person she was in a relationship with died,
'who would she be loyal to?'
'And she has her whole life ahead of her.'
'The princess who grew up surrounded by every comfort in a palace'
'will find solace in the harem.'
'And I, the emperor, am giving her shelter.'
'Where else would she get shelter?'
'Your Majesty, I think you forgot'
'that we have another emperor.'
'He is the emperor of mankind.'
Unfortunately, Alauddin Khalji could neither understand what Khusrau said
nor the loyalty of Hindustani women.
He sent the message.
After a few years, Deval showed the same grit
in his palace,
whose foundation was laid by Padmini many years ago.
As a Hindustani woman, Deval didn't give up on love just like Padmini.
And she faced adversity with courage.
We also went to watch Deval Devi's play.
Which play?
You also went with me. You fell down from the rickshaw.
What nonsense are you talking about?
When did I watch a play?
I didn't go anywhere. - She forgot again.
He is talking rubbish.
What does he think of himself?
Leave it. He always interrupts me.
Always... - Beni.
I'll leave now.
Don't get angry. - She got upset.
That's his nature.
What do you mean? - Beni...
You idiot!
Come on. - I won't carry on.
Munnu, you made her angry.
It's time for her to take medicine. She'll come back. - Medicine...
You are unbelievable, Uncle Munnu.
Who will narrate the rest of the story?
By the way, I have seen enough dramas in my childhood.
I faintly remember the story.
Shall I narrate you?
Shall I narrate it? I remember it clearly.
Yes, go ahead, Munnu.
Alright.
No, let him narrate it.
What are you doing? - I am getting ready.
He'll get ready and narrate the story.
He'll perform as well.
It wasn't like that.
It wasn't like that either, Munnu.
"This is the tale of love."
"It's the love that still has its charm."
Oh!
Mr Tansen!
You turned out to be a pathetic singer.
Come here. I'll narrate the story.
Come here.
"This is the tale of love."
"It's the love that still has its charm.'
"She left a mark on history."
Wow!
She left a mark on history...
"Hind, congratulations on having loyal women like Deval."
"Hind, congratulations on having unlucky women like Padmini."
Alauddin Khalji's son Khizr Khan was
in love with a Hindu girl named Deval.
They were childhood sweethearts.
"She was one in a million."
"Padmini from Chittor was a legend."
"She was a legend."
"The king of Chittor was the apple of Padmini's eye."
"They were madly in love with each other."
But...
But their relationship didn't last long.
Love destroyed their lives.
He snatched the love from his life...
Alauddin put Khizr Khan in prison.
He did the same thing with Padmini.
He sent a message to Padmini asking her to come to his harem.
"He couldn't understand the feelings"
"of the women of Hind."
"Khusrau wrote this poem for them."
I am proud of Hind
that gave birth to such women.
They both said this in anger...
God, for the sake of women...
God, for the sake of orphans' childhood...
God, for the sake of helplessness and pity...
God, for the sake of widows' grief...
God, save me from this trouble.
Rescue the poor from the oppressor.
Now, I am a widow. I don't need jewellery anymore.
Cover me with a black shroud, a blue cloth.
"This is the tale"
"of love."
"It's the love that still has its charm."
These women of Hind are amazing.
This is the magic of this land.
What can I say? This is our destiny.
We fell in love with people who couldn't live long.
Now, I'll serve my husband.
I lived with him. I'll die with him.
"It's the blissful wedding night."
"I'm awake with my love."
"It's the blissful wedding night."
"I'm awake with my love."
"The body mine, the heart of my lover,"
"both coloured in the same hue."
"I played the game of love with my darling."
"I don't care what the neighbourhood girls say."
"I played the game of love with my darling."
What were we talking about?
Beni is here.
Hold me.
Yes.
What were we talking about?
Ishq-E-Majazi and Ishq-E-Haqeeqi.
Just keep quiet.
Love.
This is also one aspect of love.
Feel it.
Ramo is here.
Ask her how she lost her legs.
If you call a blind person blind,
he will slap you.
Shut up.
He grew up getting slapped.
Phuphi,
your legs are fine. Why don't you walk?
Because my legs gave up.
I mean I lost hope when Shanu left.
Shanu!
She was my childhood friend.
She used to live next door.
Her elder son was an educated illiterate.
When India and Pakistan were formed,
he wanted to go to Pakistan.
I tried my best to convince him.
I told him about his childhood, about his old age,
about Shanu,
but he went to Pakistan.
The idiot used to say
that Hindus will live in Hindustan.
People speaking Urdu will be suppressed.
Urdu words from the Hindi language will be removed.
But look at the current situation.
Forget about Hindi or Urdu,
everyone speaks English nowadays.
Anyway,
the atmosphere at that time was such
that instead of being two religions,
Hindu and Muslim became two nations.
Who would explain to these idiots
that Muslim poets played a crucial role
in laying the foundation of Hindi literature?
Amir Khusrau, Raskhan
and all tried to unite people with Hindi.
Beni, do you think if you take the names
of Mirabai or Surdas once in a while, will that upset you?
Alright.
Anyway,
the educated illiterates poisoned people's minds in such a way
that the future generations have no idea
that Muslims have loved Hindustan as much
as Hindus.
Anyway, Shanu did well there.
But Ramo stopped walking here.
As if her legs are frozen.
She wanted to punish herself for not being able to stop Shanu.
Am I right? - No.
That's not the case.
She will come back.
Shanu will come back.
That's what my heart says.
Maybe she will come back after my death, but she'll come back.
She will come back.
She left me. So, she will come back.
I am mad at her.
I'll take her to the task.
I'll hit her with a stick.
I am waiting for her.
She will come back.
Where would the witch go without me?
Witch!
This word hurts a lot.
It will take you to God.
And it will destroy you too.
Calm down.
Where are you going, Fanney?
Nothing, Phuphi!
I want to offer prayers today.
"The road to the well is much too difficult."
"The road to the well..."
Fifty.
Fifty one.
And two.
And three.
And four.
What happened?
Nothing.
We were punished for the mistake we made yesterday.
We shouldn't eavesdrop on elders' conversation.
Right.
You'll hurt your back.
You girls are strong.
Carry on. - Munnu.
Munnu, come here. - Yes.
Where is Fanney? I haven't seen him since morning.
He's running around. - Why?
Well,
he wanted to meet Qureshi.
Who is Qureshi?
Wasim's son, of whom everyone is afraid.
That cruel man! - Yes.
Why did he ask him to meet?
No, he is perfect for Fanney.
That cruel man! - Yes.
He is perfect.
Phuphi... - He is a cruel man.
I don't want to learn English.
He is so cruel. He always beats me up.
Let him beat you up.
Munnu... - You want to learn...
I am coming. - You want to write letters in English, right?
So, go for it. - Hey!
Why does Fanney want to learn English?
Because he wants to write emotional letters.
Phuphi. - To whom?
To Sharda?
But Sharda studies in Hindi medium.
You got yourself in a pickle.
I don't want to learn English.
Listen to me.
Ask Munnu to foment your back with a heat pack.
By the way,
I remember a story related to language.
Shall I narrate it? - Sure.
Khusrau used to write poems in the emperor's court.
He was good at it.
He was given the title 'Amir'.
When he heard the news, he rushed to his mother.
And suddenly, he stopped.
He saw his mother
crying while holding his writings close to her heart.
So, he came close to his mother and asked her...
'Mother.'
'Why are you crying?'
Son,
People say that my son Khusrau writes poems eloquently.
That's why he has been honoured with a title.
People say
that a mother understands what a child says
even when others don't.
And they understand their child's language first.
But your mother doesn't understand your writing.
That's it.
Khusrau understood what his mother wanted to say.
Then he decided
to use the language of the masses instead of the courtly language.
That gave birth to Hindvi.
What do we call it nowadays?
Khari Boli. - Khari Boli.
Yes, Khari Boli. Very good. - Khari Boli.
When Khusrau started
to use Khari Boli dialect, he became popular among the masses.
Everyone started talking about his riddles. - Really?
Kids, do you want to solve riddles?
Of course. - Yes.
Really! You don't know anything.
Okay. Solve this one.
It's round in shape and small in size.
It's always laying on the ground.
Khusrau isn't a liar.
If you don't understand it, then you are a fool.
Solve it. - Sure.
Round... - Aunt...
Solve it. - Yes.
Come on.
It's a pot.
Pot! Very good!
Pot is the right answer.
What are you teaching the kids in the morning?
What's up with the pots and all?
Munnu, I asked them to solve riddles.
Why don't you ask one?
You want me to ask a riddle! - Yes.
Are you sure? - Yes, go ahead.
A pheasant is in the front, a pheasant is behind.
One is up and one is down.
So, how many pigeons are there?
Pigeon! You just told us about pheasants.
Three. - What do you mean three?
Three pigeons.
Where did the pigeons come from?
You've ruined the mood.
Now, solve a riddle for me. - Sure.
Go ahead.
There is a plate full of pearls.
Everyone places it on their head upside down.
Think hard and tell me.
Think. - Aunt...
Aunt, the sky! - The sky!
Yes, the sky! Well done, dear!
Hey, mister!
The girls will win the challenge, and you'll be left standing there!
Oh, let them win!
Look, there are many dishonest people in the world.
I'm respected because I am always straightforward.
Sure, you're respected! - I am!
Solving riddles is a women's game!
You wouldn't understand the depth of a woman's mind!
A woman's mind is so deep
that the truth spirals out!
Yes! - So, dip your nose in the depth of your mind and drown!
May you drown, you old coot!
'Old coot!'
Listen to this Cleopatra! Old hag...
Get lost! - Sure!
He ruined the fun of my riddles... - Phuphi, forget about Uncle Munnu.
Ask me.
He doesn't know anything.
See if you can solve this one. - Yes, I will.
Ask him.
'I'm telling you a story. Listen carefully, my son.'
'He flew away without wings with a thread around his neck.'
Tell me.
Without wings...
Tell me! - Well...
Come on, tell me!
A kite! - A kite!
"O beloved..."
"O sweetheart..."
"Don't go..."
"O beloved..."
"O sweetheart..."
"Don't go..."
"O beloved..."
"O sweetheart..."
"Don't go..."
Do you want to solve a riddle?
Yes, ask me.
'When I arrive, you sow the field.'
'I wake those who are asleep.'
'Rivers follow in my wake.'
What? - 'Rivers follow in my wake.'
Is it a beloved, my friend?
No, my friend. It's the clouds.
Oh, it's about to rain.
Sharda, come on. You'll get drenched.
You both go. I'll come in soon.
Hey, Munnu! - Yes?
You rascal, it's raining! The clothes will get wet!
Vidya.
Hurry up!
You'll catch a cold! Easy!
Come on, hurry up!
"O beloved..."
"O sweetheart..."
"Don't go..."
"I..."
Come fast, or I'll forget it!
Did they say anything?
Hurry up!
Come fast!
This one is easier, okay?
Go.
Aunt... We...
Aunt...
No.
What are we saying? I don't understand anything.
I don't know. It seems like a new language.
I really don't understand a word of it.
Hey, you witches!
Yes, aunt? - Come here.
Come on.
Yes? - What's going on?
'Hacha macha'. - 'Hacha macha'.
What is this?
We don't know. - We don't know.
Fanney said this.
And Sharda said something similar too.
We don't understand it.
No problem. Repeat it for me.
I forgot.
Well, I remember a little bit.
Say it.
Yes.
Munnu. - Yes?
Come here.
Repeat it to your uncle Munnu. - Yes.
Stop!
They seem to be speaking Persian English.
I feel sorry for you!
He thinks this gibberish is English!
Beni. - Yes?
Hey, Beni. - Yes?
Can you identify this new language the girls are speaking?
No! We're not saying anything! - It's nothing!
Fanney and Sharda were speaking it.
So, tell me what they said.
Yes...
That's it. - How about that?
Call Fanney.
Call Fanney here! - Yes.
Do you understand? - Yes. Fanney!
Do you know? - 'Fanney!'
Let me think. - 'Aunt Beni has called you.'
Fanney is here. - What happened?
Listen. - What happened?
Sit. - Greetings.
Did you... - Sit properly.
Fold your legs, tuck your tummy in, sit upright and lower your gaze.
Did you call me?
What's that on your head? A cap? Take it off.
Your button...
What is all this?
What?
Yes. - Not...
Nothing...
This...
What is this?
They're just kidding around. What is this?
Really? - Yes.
What if I remove the 'cha' from every word?
Aunt Beni... - Yes?
You are great! - What?
'Your!'
'Letter!'
I agree! - I agree!
Wow, Fanney!
Fanney.
Should I order 'laddoos'?
Should I order sweets? - Yes.
Aunt Beni... - Yes?
I'm a little nervous.
Why?
Actually, she said
that there's a condition. She'll tell me in person.
What condition?
I don't know.
But if she asks me to convert to her religion, I'll be a traitor.
But love is your religion, right?
No, but the mosque...
I may not pray regularly,
but that's where I go when I'm disheartened.
Dear, I don't know much about philosophy.
But I've heard... 'Reading holy books'
'does not make one a sage.'
'One who follows the path of love is the greatest sage of all.'
So, you are a sage already.
You must find the answer.
Why are we of different faiths?
Why couldn't we be of the same faith?
Dear, Khusrau had similar questions about religion.
He went to his mentor, Nizamuddin Auliya.
As he grew more interested in Sufism,
these questions started to gnaw at him.
'Who am I?'
'Who am I? - Who am I?'
'Who are you?'
'Who are you? - Who are you?'
'What are you, and what am I?'
'What are you, and what am I? - What are you, and what am I?'
'Who is God? - Who is God?'
'Does God reside in a temple or a mosque?'
'A temple or a mosque? - A temple or a mosque?'
'Think, Khusrau. Think.'
'Think. - Think.'
'Thought is a search.'
'A search.'
'A search for oneself. - A search for oneself.'
'A search for God. - A search for God.'
'A search for oneself.'
'A search for God.' - Hey, girls.
Yes? - Go and sing along.
Yes. - 'A search for God.'
By the way, Aunt Beni,
how did you find out?
I thought that even if we get caught,
nobody would understand the words.
I won't tell you that.
She is Beni!
She can count the feathers of a flying bird!
You can't outsmart her, Fanney!
But, Aunt Beni, I want to know. How did you find out?
Dear, how do you say it? I have a trick!
I implore you.
You must tell me your trick!
Dear, I've learnt all that I've learnt from music.
Otherwise, I'm illiterate.
Have you ever heard this 'tarana' attentively?
I haven't just heard it, I've learnt it too!
It's nothing, dear.
It's just a string of meaningless words
and nothing else.
But there is meaning if you look for it.
This 'tarana' was composed by Khusrau, dear.
'Ta da re da ni deem' is perhaps a jumbled version of 'de re ta na'.
Do you know the meaning of 'de re ta na'?
In Farsi, it means, 'Come into my body.'
So, these words have joined together
due to continuous repetition.
I see!
This is exactly like how 'mara mara'
becomes 'Rama, Rama'.
I got it!
Khusrau ripped off our 'bhajans' and created this 'tarana'!
Phuphi, the communal conflict has divided people and the nation.
At least, leave music out of it.
Can you cleanse a Laxmi temple
of Allaudin Khan's melodies?
Music is connected to God.
And perhaps, Khusrau composed this 'tarana' to search for God.
My mother used to ask me to sing this
as if I were calling God.
Like Meera must have called Krishna, or like...
Like I was feeling lonely and called Sharda.
So, the moral of the story is
that music is a path to God, my dear,
not away from Him.
If your love is true,
forget about the world and revel in its colours.
You will never be away from God.
Girls... - Yes?
Have you not eaten? - We have.
You're singing in such frail voices.
Sing louder.
"I am on the verge of death. Come to me so that I remain alive."
"When I am no longer alive, for what purpose would you come?"
"Come to me, O friend."
I have a condition!
I accept it!
Our religion will never come in the way of our love!
I accept it!
Fanney... - Fakhruddin.
'Fakhruddin?' - Yes.
My real name is Fakhruddin. But nobody knows this.
Everyone calls me Fanney.
And I prefer Fanney too!
Oh, but I like Fakhruddin.
No, Sharda! Fanney!
Fakhruddin! - Fanney!
Fakhruddin! - No, Fanney!
Fakhruddin, Fakhruddin, Fakhruddin!
Fanney, Fanney, Fanney!
"Come to me, O friend."
Munnu!
'Tuiyan! - Yes?'
Munnu!
'Tuiyan! - Yes?'
'Hey, what are you doing?'
'I'm feeding the pigeons.'
Where are you, rascal?
I'm craving a 'paan'!
Munnu!
You both are so impatient!
I searched the whole marketplace,
but nobody sells Banarsi 'paan'!
It's a 'paan'!
It's not the holy grail that you wouldn't find it!
Have this 'maghai paan' today.
I don't want this useless 'maghai paan'!
The truth is, Munnu, you didn't go to Malkaganj.
You roamed around Lakkadganj and came back here.
Malkaganj is too far. Have this 'maghai paan' today.
You're incorrigible, Munnu!
I rue the moment you were born!
Don't walk away...
Hey, Munnu!
Hey!
Please go and bring me a 'paan'.
Bring me a 'paan'.
What? - Give me money.
I gave you money for 'paan'.
Not for 'paan'. For shoes.
For shoes? - Yes.
Why? - My shoe is torn.
When I get new shoes, I'll get you a 'paan'.
Really? - Yes.
Should I give you boots?
Or should I call for a palanquin for you?
Or would you like me to cover your path in flower petals?
Spit your anger, please.
I'll spit on your face, you rascal!
You may not get your shoes, but I'll hit you with a shoe!
Yes! You won't feed me 'puris' and 'kachoris' like a decent woman!
Really? - All you can do is hit me!
And who fed you dumplings?
I ate them myself! - Sure!
Don't fool me! - You're a thief!
Don't be a smart aleck before me!
Try this behaviour with Beni and see what happens!
Yes, I will! - Hey!
What do you want to try on me?
Why are you troubling Phuphi?
What happened?
Oh God!
You fool, get this shoe away from my face!
My shoes are torn!
So, you don't have to go to fight a war!
All you do is roam around the neighbourhood!
I'll get you new shoes next month.
I don't have to fight a war, but I have to go to Malkaganj
to buy a 'paan'! Who will go there?
So, go and buy it!
Your feet won't burn if you wear torn shoes once!
After all, you're a man, right?
I see!
So, you'd rather let my feet burn than buy me new shoes!
Oh, your feet are so delicate! Do you think you're Ibn-e-Battuta?
Malkaganj is right around the corner.
You don't have to walk to Japan.
Go away. - I don't have to go to Japan.
But I have to go to Malkaganj to buy a 'paan'.
Who will go if I don't? Tell me.
Unless I get new shoes,
I won't go. That's it.
Or else, what? - 'Or else, what?'
Your feelings are as delicate
as your body!
He thinks he is Genghis Khan! - Yes, I am Genghis Khan!
You think you're Ibn-e-Battuta!
Yes, I am Ibn-e-Battuta!
You're useless! - Yes...
I'm not useless. - What?
Tuiyan! - 'Yes?'
Kids!
'Yes?' - Come here.
What are you going to do now?
Well? - Yes?
What are you doing?
"Ibn-e-Battuta wore his shoes and went walking in the storm!"
"Half the wind blew into his nose,"
"and half blew into his ears!"
"Half the wind blew into his nose,"
"and half blew into his ears!"
Look at him! - "His shoes flew away and landed in Japan!"
"His shoes flew away and landed in Japan!"
"Ibn-e-Battuta stood helpless at the cobbler's shop!"
I'll shut your shop down, you rascal!
Useless fool...
How about that, Phuphi?
My 'paan'...
Greetings, aunt.
Greetings, Sharda.
Wait.
Sharda...
Yes, aunt. I'll be careful.
Be careful, dear.
The situation is tense in the city.
O God, help us...
Phuphi,
start preparing for the wedding.
Yes, Beni.
I really want Fanney's wedding to be a grand event.
By the way, what will you sing?
The welcome song or the farewell song?
I'll sing the farewell song. I'm on the bride's side.
Which song will you sing?
A 'bandish' by Khusrau.
I knew it!
At least, hear it.
It's not like I have a choice! Let's hear it.
"Why are you marrying me off to a stranger?"
"O dear father,"
"why are you marrying me off to a stranger?"
"O father, I'm a sparrow in your courtyard."
"I will nibble the grain and fly away."
"I will nibble..." - Hey!
Munnu?
Munnu,
are you crying?
What happened, Munnu?
Munnu?
What happened?
Sharda...
What happened to Sharda?
Someone
molested Sharda.
'We won't spare them! - We won't spare them!'
No!
'Check over there!'
Where is she?
In the hospital.
She keeps mumbling some Fakhruddin's name.
Fakhruddin?
This is not good!
This is terrible!
Hindu-Muslim communal riots will burn down the whole city!
This is terrible!
Oh God!
Look who is there!
Look! - Look over there!
'Look for them!'
Beni,
the whole neighbourhood has been evacuated. - Okay.
Why did you stay? - What?
You should have left with the Bhat family.
Why didn't you leave, Phuphi?
If I were lame, someone could have helped me walk.
But my feet have given up, Beni.
How could I have asked anyone to lift me?
There's no transport in the city.
So, I didn't go.
So, I won't go either.
But what about the girls, Beni?
Ameena's parents must be so concerned.
The girls are fine here.
This is a Hindu locality, okay?
Beni... - I hope they are not looking for Muslim girls.
If a Hindu mob doesn't come here, a Muslim mob will.
Nobody will back off.
I had asked Munnu to update me.
Munnu... - Hey, Munnu!
Come on. - Let me drop Ameena home.
No, Munnu. I won't let you go.
Stay here. - Nobody would harm an old man like me!
Listen... - It's dangerous outside.
No... - So, can't she go home, Aunt Beni?
No, I won't let you... - Beni, listen.
He's right. Let him take the girl home.
It's nearby. - No!
I don't want to... - Let him drop her home.
She'll be safe. - I don't want to go...
May God protect you.
Go on.
Go.
Don't be afraid.
It's your uncle Munnu. Go safely.
Don't be afraid.
Drink some water.
Aunt... - Drink it.
But this is your glass.
Thanks.
Uncle Munnu will take you safely.
Okay.
Munnu will take care of you.
Come on, Vidya. Sit down.
Come on. - Aunt Beni...
Aunt Beni, she doesn't want to go!
Be careful, okay?
Go. Munnu will take care of you.
Go on. - Come on, dear.
Hey, Munnu!
Take the torch.
I swear,
if you don't come back,
I'll slap you so hard that your jaw will break.
Aunt Beni,
please curse me.
It will boost my morale.
Go. - Go fast.
Come on. Come here.
Come here.
Are you afraid?
Don't be afraid.
No matter what happens, dear,
don't lose hope.
And don't let it demoralise you.
Our history is a history of love.
'My dear Ghiyas, the apple of my eye, '
'I love India immensely.'
'Now, I am on the verge of death.'
'So, I want to advise you'
'to accept India as your homeland.'
'I belong to India.'
'India is mine.'
'This is an incredible nation.'
'It's my beautiful nation.'
'Prophet Muhammad himself, '
'peace be upon him, said'
'true worship is nothing but love for God'
'and the nation.'
'Now, my only wish'
'is that when this honest patriot dies, '
'he be buried in India.'
That's it.
That's what we wanted to tell you.
No matter what happens in the future,
keep one thing in mind. Hindustan belongs to both communities.
Both communities have shaped it into the country it is today.
And the history of our music is proof.
They were some hooligans.
You don't need to be scared.
Go.
What's the time? - I don't know.
I feel like we are living in a ghost town.
Yes.
Where is Munnu?
He must be on the way.
He never does anything on time.
I'll slap him when he comes back.
He'll come back. - Where is Ibn Battuta? Genghis Khan reached Japan
by this time.
Maybe he got busy looking at the posters of English plays.
He might be doing that.
He is a jovial guy.
Who is it?
Who is there?
Munnu!
Tuiyan!
- Tuiyan!
Come in.
Why are you staring at me like this? What's the matter?
Come in.
What's the matter?
Where did you find them?
I found them in the garbage.
Are you out of your mind?
Why did you bring someone else's shoes?
These are Uncle Munnu's shoes.
He is talking rubbish.
He says these are Munnu's shoes.
He brought someone else's shoes.
These are Uncle Munnu's shoes.
Stop talking nonsense.
These are Uncle Munnu's shoes.
Go away.
These are Uncle Munnu's shoes. - Go away.
Aunt Beni, these are Uncle Munnu's shoes.
I saw him wearing them when he went out.
Oh, yes!
He asked me for money the other day to buy shoes.
Yes, he asked me for money too. - Yes.
Shame on him.
I gave him Rs 50.
He must have taken mine. - Go...
Vidya, check if he has taken my money.
He is very clever. - Look over there.
He is a rat. - He stole my money.
I think he must have taken money from here. - Beni, look.
I kept 'sohan halwa' in it. He ate it.
He is a rat.
Come here. I kept it here.
Check if my money is there or not.
Did you find anything?
Yes.
What?
My money is still here.
No...
I can't believe it.
He had to buy a pair of shoes. He is stubborn.
He's been like this since childhood.
If he decides to buy something, he buys it
no matter what.
He... - He might have bought it on credit.
Yes. - He might have bought it on credit.
Vidya, come here. - Vidya, go there.
Hurry up.
Check here. Tell me if he took anything from here.
I kept some money there.
Did you find anything? Check it carefully.
Vidya.
What was Munnu wearing when he left?
Vidya.
Don't cry.
Don't cry. And don't be afraid.
Don't get scared so easily.
He went to the last lane.
He might have been stuck.
He is crazy.
He isn't mature enough.
When he starts talking to someone, he forgets everything.
Come on. Take care of her.
Aunt Beni.
Who will come here to kill us, Hindus or Muslims?
If someone comes here to kill us,
then he would be neither a Hindu nor a Muslim.
He would be an animal.
Come on. - How do killers look like?
Like bandits!
Killers look like normal people,
like us.
There must be some difference, Aunt Beni.
They...
They don't have a heart.
Yes, they don't have a heart.
Now, look after her.
Come on. - Aunt Beni...
Take care of her.
I'll bring Munnu home.
No, Beni. I won't let you go.
Phuphi, don't lose hope.
No, Beni. I won't let you go. - Have faith.
I'll bring Munnu home.
It's safe out there.
I won't let you go.
Phuphi, there are still good people around us.
I won't let you go.
This is what humanity is all about.
As long as there is humanity, there is hope. Am I right?
I'll bring Munnu home. - Beni.
Take care of her.
I'll be back.
Have faith. Take care of her.
Take care of her.
I'll be back.
Don't cry. Come on.
Everything will be fine.
The sun will rise in a short while. Then everything will be fine.
"Lord Govinda..."
"Lord Gopala..."
"Listen to my prayer."
"I have but one request."
Aunt!
Someone is there.
Vidya.
Vidya, they are bad guys.
Do one thing.
Run away.
Run away through the back door.
Come on. - No, aunt. I can't leave without you.
Shut up. Go. - I won't leave without you.
Go. - I won't leave without you.
What's the worst thing that could happen? - I'll help you.
I'll help you. Try to get up.
I'll help you. - They are not good people. I'll be fine.
I'll help you. - Run away.
I won't leave without you.
I can't go.
I won't leave. - Vidya, please.
I won't leave without you. - Vidya...
Vidya, hide under the blanket.
Don't make noise.
Come on. Don't make a noise.
Just hide there.
Not here...
Vidya...
Who is it?
Who is there?
Who is it?
Hey.
What do you like the most in the world?
'Jalebi.'
And?
And...
Ameena!
Ameena, my child!
Where were you?
Look, I have kept all of Beni's stuff.
Everything is still here.
But Beni is no more.
Come on.
Come here.
Where have you been all this while?
Sit. Easy.
You didn't check whether I am dead or alive.
You never came back.
Where were you?
Are you living here alone?
No.
Tenants live here.
Sometimes I miss everyone.
Beni Bai.
Aunt.
Sharda.
Fanney.
Vidya.
They come
and go.
But when they come next time,
I'll go with them.
No, Uncle Munnu.
You won't go anywhere.
If you want to go,
then come with me.
Dear,
everything finished
after I left you.
Aunt,
Sharda, Fanney
Vidya,
Beni...
They all left us.
Everything is finished.
Nothing is finished, Uncle Munnu.
Nothing is finished.
Aunt Beni is still there.
She is alive.
She walks with me.
She walks through my straight back.
She speaks through my voice.
She is also visible
through my sight.
Don't lose her hope, Uncle Munnu.
Don't lose it.
What's so special about today?
It's 'rang', Uncle Munnu. Colours.
Do you remember what Aunt Beni used to say?
Vasant Panchami is a festival of the Hindus.
It's been 800 years,
but it's still
celebrated with great enthusiasm on the arrival of spring
at the shrine of Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya.
"The night of the Prophet's celebration is here."
"Come, be coloured by God."
"The night of the Prophet's celebration is here."
"Come, be coloured by God."
"The ones whose garment He chooses to colour will be"
"showered with good fortune."
"I see colour everywhere today, O mother."
"I see colour in my beloved's home."
"I see colour everywhere today, O mother."
"I have found my guide Nizamuddin Auliya."
"Nizamuddin Auliya, Alauddin Auliya."
"Nizamuddin is with me."
"I see colour everywhere today, O mother."
"I see colour everywhere today."