Kalpana (1948) - full transcript
Kalpana is a dramatic dance fantasy, about the story of a young dancer and his dream of setting up a dance academy.
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Kalpana - 1948
So you think this story can't
be made into a film?
No! I've begun a film company
to make profits.
Write a story in which
there's love and lovers.
Yes, box office!
Spare a thought for the country,
for these children.
These children are the future
of the country, indeed, of humanity.
Don't destroy them. At least
listen to my story in its entirety.
Ay, raddiwala!
Tie the stakes well.
It has to be ready soon.
- Aree, Uma...
- Coming.
Don't you dare say anything.
Go away from here!
Worthless fellow!
You spoilt the sari.
I'll beat some sense into you today!
Scoundrel! You'll act, will you?
Go away.
Go do some more theater.
When I grow up,
I'll definitely take part in theater.
Let's see what uncle does then!
- Witch! You tattled about me!
- I didn't tell anyone anything.
What do you mean you didn't tell
on me? I'll beat you into pulp.
I'll beat you to pulp!
Let go of me!
I'll make mincemeat of you!
When I meet you again,
I'll cut your nose off!
- Where are you going?
- What's it to you? To the town.
Are you enrolling this child in school?
Yes.
You did well.
He's a very accomplished boy.
He's a hooligan.
Oh, so this hooligan wants to study?
Look, my friend,
I've beaten that lot into submission.
Let me take your leave now.
I've a lot to do.
Go sit there!
Show me your homework!
You grow mangoes as well
in your orchard? Good, good!
You! Show me your work!
Scoundrel! Your handwriting is so bad.
Go sit there.
You, Roopchand, show me your work.
Hey, is there anything
inside your head today?
Want to know more?
- Beat him.
- Let go!
- Beat him.
- Get lost!
Get up.
Let me see.
Take this.
- Is this the one?
- That's him, sir.
Quiet.
Give them 10 rupees
and send them away.
Leave.
This is Udayan's grandfather.
There are many elderly people
like him in our country.
I feel despondent when I think
that strange dreams don't come true
I have to suppress my emotions.
Don't feel despondent, my son.
Great feats are achieved in the world
by people who have such thoughts.
It's futile to suppress your emotions.
Do it harder.
- Let it cook more.
- All right.
Sit straight.
Udayan.
Wash your hands immediately
with the solution in the blue bottle.
Diseases like those are contagious.
Ah, yes!
Now I see a glimpse
of you in these pictures,
But you need
new experiences, my son.
You should go
to a big city and see life.
Where should I go?
You should go to Benaras.
Your imagination will be
stimulated there.
I immediately left for Benaras.
Ramesh is bringing some girls...
but we need to find more boys
and girls and do the show soon.
- Okay, but...
- Don't worry about the money.
I'll make all the arrangements.
Look, they've arrived.
Hello, Udayan.
- Hello, Noor.
- Hello.
Hello. Come in and sit.
I've brought these girls.
Their father is my friend and
a professor at Allahabad University,
There's one thing.
He said they
won't work for money.
One more thing, Udayan,
my uncle has come from Bombay.
I told him about you
and he wants to meet you.
- Can you come tomorrow?
- Sure.
- You come too, Noor.
- Of course.
Who is it?
Who is it?
This is what happens
when you misuse "Taal".
What are you doing? It's not him.
You've brought the wrong person.
Get up.
Now that you're here,
let me show you something.
This is "Taal", on whose beats
the entire world revolves.
They transmit life force
to the universe.
Noor, you've arrived!
- Hello, Udayan.
- Hello.
The same girl. The same face.
You're staring at her,
as though you know each other.
Ramesh! I told my brother
not to make fun of me.
Come.
Uncle, this is my friend Udayan...
and this is Noor Mohammed.
- So you're Udayan. Hello.
- Hello.
Noor, come and sit.
Please sit, Udayan.
It's a pleasure to meet you both.
My daughter, Uma.
- She's naughty.
- Naughty boy's sister.
I agree. You are
this naughty boy's sister...
and so you're my little sister.
I'll address you informally.
You should address me informally,
brother Noor.
You only met each other a minute ago,
and now you've become siblings.
- Why not?
- And he's silent.
Ramesh said that
you're a painter as well as a dancer.
I love both of those arts.
She has been learning dance
since childhood.
Really? That's so strange.
Now he speaks.
Get them some tea.
I'll come too.
Is that the same knife
I gave you as a child?
Yes. It's the same knife.
When are you performing the show?
As soon as possible.
Father, it will be my first chance
to dance on stage.
Unfortunately I won't be able
to attend the show.
- Why not?
- I've to go to Allahabad for work.
Be patient, my heart
Why are you getting restless?
It is an unknown
happiness and desire
Be patient. You will achieve it
Be patient, my heart
Forgive me. Whenever I see
Lord Shiva's processions...
I forget myself, and I start singing.
Why are you so restless?
Has the flower
of your heart blossomed?
All the secrets of your heart...
who has heard them?
Who has heard them?
Who opened the door of his heart...
and gave you a place to stay?
Be patient, my heart
What could I teach you, Uma?
You're fantastic.
I love the dance
you've choreographed.
Do it again.
Brother, the manager
of Shakuntala Theater is here.
I told you about him.
- Is he from Malabar too?
- No.
- Hello.
- Hello.
So you're rehearsing.
Very good.
Can you all leave, please?
Why did you ask them to leave?
Let them continue.
He's my good friend.
He helped me with my show...
and he's promised to help us
at Shakuntala Theater.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Goodbye.
- The entire city knows...
- Let's talk about money.
No, not now.
It depends on the show.
I'll make sure the theater is full.
Then there will be
lots of money.
I agree. Let's set a date.
It's all over.
Uma, are you really going
to Mumbai tonight?
Yes, I have to.
You're leaving.
They're leaving too.
I'll feel forlorn.
I'll pray to God that someday
I can help you in this work.
These past few weeks
passed like a dream
All of you are leaving
at the wrong time.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Write to us.
- I will.
Say hello to your father for me.
Goodbye, Uma.
What's the hurry?
Leave everything as it is.
We will do as we wish.
- Get out of our way.
- We don't have to listen to you.
- Leave now!
- What's going on?
I advertised the show a lot.
If it wasn't a success,
what can I do?
- He says we owe him 300 rupees.
- Why?
Look. I spent this
much money on advertising...
distribution, printing posters,
renting curtains, renting chairs...
Carriages and horses.
All initial expenses.
- Who knew you?
- Show me the accounts.
Who are you
to look at my accounts?
You're a liar and a cheat.
Go to hell!
I will crush you.
Thief.
So you want money!
Let's get out of here!
Police! Police! Police!
- Quick!
- Police!
Both of you know
what happened next.
He feels guilty
for murdering the manager.
Don't ever leave him alone.
Death is here as well.
Death is all around.
Who's there?
A woman.
I wander in darkness.
Who are you?
Do you think I'm crazy?
I'm not crazy.
My mother has just died.
Death.
Whenever you hear a scream,
someone else has died.
No, I won't let you go.
I found a lone man alive
in this hamlet of death.
Where is Udayan?
Brother Noor! Brother Noor!
Noor.
Noor.
Brother Noor.
You've come.
You're the same man
I met in the dark.
A dead body is lying
in my house, too.
The nectar is falling.
Collect it from the tall palms
The pot at the top is overflowing
We fill up big pots at home
The pot at the top is overflowing
The nectar is falling.
Collect it from the tall palms
Kamini, why are you sad?
Come on, the dancing
outside is wonderful.
- You'll feel better.
- I don't like rustic dancing.
I don't like this village.
These villagers
are the life of our country.
Have you decided
about leaving tomorrow?
How can I decide?
You're busy with your friends.
Tell me. Where will you go?
Why not come to Bombay with me?
The estate account.
The Bombay company account.
The bank account.
The key to the safe.
Very good.
Let's talk about work, Udayan.
- If we tour Allahabad, Benaras...
- Not Benaras.
Or Allahabad.
Cross them both out.
Calcutta
Lucknow
Delhi
Karachi
Lahore
Agra
Madras
Bombay
Wake up.
You always sleep
in this wonderful city.
Which city?
All the filth of Europe
and America has been dumped here.
What's shameful is that
we are proud of our ignorance.
I like Benaras.
You're sleeping again.
Wake up.
Our dress rehearsal is today.
Rehearsal?
Of course, you'll get
to meet Uma today.
This is Uma and her father.
This is Kamini.
Udayan has told me
a lot about you.
This is my friend Sunder,
and another friend.
Start rehearsing. I'm coming.
Once more.
Once more.
Once more.
- I can't do it.
- If they can do it, so can you.
I'm tired.
So now you know everything.
But don't tell anyone.
So you really...
Please, understand me...
my life is a living hell.
Come on, get up.
Watch us dance for five minutes.
Go on rehearsing.
Come on, it's getting late.
We'll be right back.
I toil for you,
but it's all for nothing.
You only think of Uma.
I'll kick her out.
No one can snatch you
away from me.
Listen, Kamini,
you mind your tongue.
Those poor girls and boys
slog for me day and night...
and you dare complain about them!
Who walks on the banks
of Yamuna with a slow gait?
Dressed as a woman from low caste,
she seems like a queen from heaven
She's dressed in a yellow sari.
She has covered herself
She doesn't wear anklets.
Whose wife is she?
Who walks on the banks
of Yamuna with a slow gait?
Dressed as a woman from low caste,
she seems like a queen from heaven
Do come, Uncle.
- Today is our last show.
- I'll come.
Uma, I didn't know
you were also a good cook.
- Goodbye, uncle.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Uma.
- Goodbye.
Uma.
- What's happened?
- Autograph please.
Where were you?
Do I always have
to tell you where I go?
- Uma's house.
- Here, a letter from Uma.
Why are you so quiet?
You'll get sick
working so hard, Udayan.
Not sick, I'll go crazy.
There's no need to get angry.
I didn't say it to hurt you.
How could you hurt me?
Police, police.
The police are everywhere.
A death penalty
would've been better than this.
Are you drunk
or have you really gone mad?
I committed a murder!
I'm not joking, Kamini.
- When?
- Before I met you.
- Who was it?
- The manager of Shakuntala Theater.
- Shakuntala Theater! Who?
- Shankarlal.
Is it true?
Now I understand...
why you didn't put
your name on the program.
Hello. lnspector.
My life is a living hell...
So for you I am hell.
Let's see how she
extricates you from this hell.
Send the police immediately.
Today is the last show.
Concentrate on your performance.
Now go and rest.
Turn on that spotlight.
Over here.
Towards me. Fine.
Now that one.
- Over here.
- Come with me.
- Where to?
- I want to show you something.
The police are outside
Udayan's room!
What are you doing?
Be quiet.
I'll make everything all right.
Send him in.
- Good evening, Ms. Kamini.
- Please, have a seat.
- I hope I'm not late.
- You're right on time.
I value time,
because time is money.
We spoke about money
over the phone.
I've brought it, Ms. Kamini.
Not to praise myself...
but believe me,
Shankarlal has never cheated anyone.
I have prospered so much
because of my honesty.
I've called some rich people tonight
to collect money for your art.
Miss, should I stop him?
No need.
Thank the inspector for me.
After you get money
at the party tonight...
let these village boys and girls go.
They don't understand you...
or how much you've done for them.
Uma, come here.
Here's the money.
You won't have any problems now.
We all want to leave you.
We discovered you don't need us.
That money belongs to brother Noor.
Donate it to a charity.
Come on!
Why are you taking so long?
You go, Kamini.
I don't want to meet them.
But for you I...
- What is it?
- Nothing.
Nothing?
Master!
I've been thinking about him.
- It was a wonderful dance.
- Yes, indeed.
Did you hear, Mr. Naik...
- whiskey is being legalised?
- Really?
Yes, it'll now be available
for 30 Rupees.
I've paid 125, even 150 Rupees
for it on the black market.
I wish men's blood
could be sold like liquor.
It would fetch at least
as high a price.
Have you read the news?
There's going to be a severe drought.
A drought.
Our poor country.
I pity us Indians.
I used to faint when I'd read
the news of drought in Bengal.
My husband used to say...
"Lily darling,
don't read the newspaper.
You have such a weak heart."
I don't understand why
Mr. Gandhi and Mr. Nehru..
Are taking so long to free our country.
Because you don't pay
their salary, madam.
Hundreds of thousands
are starving in India.
What a pity.
Don't pity them.
Instead, let's drink to their death.
- A toast.
- To their death!
There's nothing else we can do.
Why not?
You are all rich and wealthy.
You could provide financial aid
to the country and the arts.
Good idea.
It's the least we can do.
Isn't it, sir?
Not "sir".
He's the King of Mills.
Not a king.
I'm a farmer,
a helper of workers.
A friend to the poor.
This factory is my business.
I want to transform the workers
into iron muscles and wheels.
I want to turn them into a machine.
Move! Back to work!
Will you lay down your life
for a handful of rice?
No.
It's time.
Have patience.
It's not the right time.
What's happened to him?
All right.
Listen, you don't have
to operate the machine...
you have to work like a machine.
We have to work like a machine.
We have to work like a machine.
Machine... Machine... Machine...
We are leaving our land
and getting trapped...
in a demon's snare.
Beware!
Don't let him brainwash you.
We want money! We want money!
Great! Money!
Police!
Money!
Money!
My rich and wealthy friends
who have gathered here...
I know that all of you love
your country and its culture.
- Of course.
- Yes, certainly.
Mr. Udayan wants to open
a cultural center...
but all of you
will have to help him...
at least for my sake.
Sure, I would even
lay down my life for you.
Thank you.
Mr. Udayan will now talk to you
about the cultural center.
I should talk to them?
Liquor has dulled their senses.
They only know
how to exploit the poor.
- And I should talk to them?
- Udayan, you're drunk.
You don't know
what you're saying.
I was very drunk.
The trance of your fake culture
made me lose my senses...
but I have regained my senses.
Stop, you're humiliating
these decent people.
Decent?
Which of them is decent?
Show me his face.
He, who has stripped
thousands of women bare...
and spun clothes
in his mill for rich women?
Or the officer
who loves to rape women?
What?
I don't have bad feelings
towards them.
They're living zombies,
who even take bribes from the dead.
These are the women of our society...
who sell their honor
for clothes and jewelry.
Are they decent?
- What are you doing?
- Who's decent?
Who can claim to have scruples?
- Nonsense!
- Wild man!
- Why did you invite him?
- What's he doing?
- He's crazy!
- Has he no shame?
- We don't know him.
- No money for the cultural center!
I don't care!
And you! Because of you
I forgot humanity...
and I hurt my friends' feelings.
I became greedy
for fake honor and esteem.
Move.
- Where are you going?
- Where you...
and your corrupt society
can't reach me.
Let go!
My poor dear.
- Poor thing.
- Udayan!
Udayan.
Mr. Udayan.
You want to promote culture...
but how will you without money?
Even if you went begging
door-to-door...
you wouldn't get more than
5 or 10 rupees.
Here, you could've
had thousands all at once.
I respect you a lot.
You can really do
something in the world.
I want to donate this money
to your cultural center.
May God grant you success!
I have one request.
Don't think that
all rich people are bad.
Rich people are also human.
Sir!
Sir!
Here.
5 million rupees!
From where did he come?
He's so sweet.
Forgive me.
Udayan opened a cultural centre
in the pristine Himalayas.
Many students came
to the cultural center to learn.
Udayan set out on
the biggest mission of his life.
Experimental radio station.
Library. Museum.
Gymnasium. National theater.
The cultural center
had all kinds of equipment...
to develop children's physical
well being before they began school.
The students of the cultural center
would have open air lessons...
without caring for storm, hail,
or hot or cold weather.
Cultural center radio.
From now on there will
be a new program every Sunday.
Each student
will participate in drama...
music or dance,
depending on their talent.
We have been unconscious for so long
Silent for so long
We are dancing like puppets
We have been unconscious for so long
Everybody has donned a mask
Everybody indulges
in pretentious talk
Dreams weaved in bygone centuries
For so long we have
been doing other people's bidding
Dancing like puppets
We are dancing like puppets
We have been unconscious
for so long
We have been divided
into cast and creed
lnto culture and tradition
We have been segregated
into religion and family
Living in the shadows
of centuries past
Dancing like puppets
We are dancing like puppets
We have been unconscious for so long
We are dancing like puppets
Come in, Kamini.
Kamini, please sit.
I'm delighted you've come.
So Udayan lives here too?
Actually, that photograph
fell from the table and...
- Uma, look who's arrived.
- Brother Ramesh!
All this time we were so happy.
And now the wrath of Rudra.
This way, Kamini.
Kamini, we lead a strict,
disciplined life.
I understand, Udayan.
I left my house and my wealth...
society, everything
for you and your work.
I crave for your love.
I hope you won't reject me.
Their brain is not fully utilised.
They can't hear.
They can't see. They can't speak.
Hail Peace
A bomb has exploded!
Run, save your lives!
Drama class.
Education today is destroying
the strength of youth.
Only the mind is stimulated.
They're not taught about humanity
I'll find you
a rich girl to marry.
My daughter will
work in the civil service.
Your mother was illiterate,
but you've obtained a Masters.
I'll find a civil service job
for my daughter.
I've spent thousands
of rupees on you, son.
I'll get much more in return.
Did you hear,
this boy has graduated?
Well done, a Masters
in Business Administration!
Now I'll demand 50,000 rupees
when you marry!
We respect you...
but this is our future.
Our nation can't progress
without education.
Throw away those degrees.
We're crushed by their burden.
To hell with the prestige
of our motherland.
I don't want this degree.
- What about after we're educated?
- I don't want this education.
I don't want this sort of education.
So many of our nation's youth
are deprived of good education.
For the development of our country...
we need not one,
but several cultural centers.
- Undoubtedly.
- You are right.
I remember a tune.
Glory to India
Glory to India
Glory to awakened India
This song is a pledge for our future.
We will revere our golden past
by singing this song every day.
The world considered
India as the holy place...
of intellect, literature,
culture and tradition.
Today, India is broken into pieces.
I am the mother
of 400 million children.
My children are sleeping soundly
and dreaming of revolution...
while I am being robbed.
Mother India is being robbed.
Bengali man, stay away from me.
I'm from the country of not one
or two, but countless great men.
Ram, Krishna, Arjun, Bheem...
Baba Akbar, Motilal, Jawaharlal,
all born in my country.
The Taj Mahal is our creation.
Did you know that?
Don't you push me.
Do you know who I am?
I'm a Bengali.
Our Bengal has great people
like Chandi Thakur...
Bankim Chandra, Rabindranath,
Jagdish Chandra, Subash Chandra.
All of you are fools!
Because of you,
foreigners have seized our country.
What are you saying, Bengali?
We have great men like
Chhatrapati Veer Shivaji Maharaj...
the Queen of Jhansi Laxmi,
Dnyaneshwar Tukaram...
Ranade, Bal Gangadhar Tilak.
So what? You're nothing
compared to the Punjabis.
Look, the crops
have started budding
Get me married, Mother.
My beloved has brought me slippers
He went out to shop.
What did he get?
He bought an axe
Make her wear the wedding bangles
Apply kohl to her eyes
She walks away with a smile
She is loved by everyone
Hear me out. I hold an important
office in this village
Be careful, my friend.
Take that
Come on, everyone
Be careful, my friend.
Take that
Someone dodgy holds the office
Be careful, my friend.
Take that
We have one of the oldest
universities in the country.
We feed the nation.
We are proud of this.
We have great people like Guru Nanak,
Lala Lajpat Rai and Bhagat Singh.
- What did you say about us?
- Don't let them hear.
Don't ruin their lives.
Don't make them enemies of humanity.
Mother lndia's little children...
are crying on their
hapless and fallen mother's lap.
We have to show them
the new light of life...
which leads them to the golden path
of love for all and equality.
Vande Mataram.
Our ancestors crowned Mother India.
Great sages and saints
were born in our country.
Ram, Krishna and Buddha
were our ancestors.
Poets like Kalidas, Khushru,
Tulsidas, Surdas, Kabir...
Zou, Ghalib and Rabindranath
were born in our country.
The great Gandhi
lives in our country.
They only make speeches.
They don't do anything themselves.
- Gandhi.
- Glory to him!
- Mother India.
- Glory to her!
Stop singing glories.
Don't insult your mother,
who is plagued by conventions...
infighting and orthodox views,
with these glories.
I always thought your glories
would improve things for me...
but instead they're
always merely words.
Mother India is afraid to enter your
dark world of illiteracy and devastation.
Before liberating your community,
country and humanity...
you have to liberate yourself
from the shackles of stupidity.
You are in a deep slumber,
dreaming of revolution.
In your dreams
you are using your strength...
to cut each other's throats.
Caste discrimination
is poisoning our society.
The power of love
and unity can save humanity.
Set an example and let this power
prevail and triumph.
There is hope.
Wake up!
The world is rousing you.
Unite,
because you truly are united.
Come, brave soldiers of the country
The ones who have grown up
on the waters of Ganga and Jamuna
The cultured people
of this country of Bengalis
The religious ones
of the Southern region
Come, unite
and forget your differences
Make India heaven
Hindustan
The earth and the sky of one world
All of us will surely unite
Bathe in blood
Endure your tears
Safeguard customs and traditions
We will make a new world
We will create a new human
We will liberate women
Our dear mother of humanity
We will liberate humanity
We will liberate people
Hindustan
The earth and the sky of one world
All of us will unite fearlessly
May our respect be intact
Glory to India
Glory to awakened India
You wanted to discuss
the expenses, didn't you?
We've spent 5 million rupees wisely...
yet still our expenses are mounting.
Where can we find money?
If we tour the country performing,
won't we earn money?
I have a friend in Mumbai
who owns a film studio.
I can write to him if you want.
If we made a film,
we could earn a lot of money.
A film?
It's a good idea, Kamini.
But in our country...
films are doing more harm than good.
I wouldn't like to work
with the film industry.
Anything but making a film!
I didn't think my idea
would be rebuffed like that.
- If you don't make a film, then beg.
- Why would we beg?
If we're truly dedicated to our art,
people will come and donate money.
They'll never come.
People won't spend
money and time coming here.
Why shouldn't they come?
We'll organise a cultural festival.
Spring is drawing near.
We'll celebrate it, along with...
The inauguration
of our national theater.
Exactly!
- Brilliant!
- Perfect!
What a great idea!
It's a wonderful idea.
Why didn't you come
to dinner, Kamini?
What do you care?
Who are you to ask me?
I don't think you're well today.
Go away.
I don't feel well.
I have some good news.
We've decided to have
a spring festival.
We'll perform all
different Indian dances.
- It'll be great fun.
- Really?
Close the window. I feel cold.
- Will you close it or not?
- Air is good for you.
I'm sleeping beside the window
but I don't feel cold.
How come you feel cold?
If you want to quarrel,
just be honest.
- Don't use the window as an excuse.
- Don't argue with me!
- Let me go!
- What are you doing?
- This can't be tolerated!
- You're right.
Before criticising Kamini,
we must first look at ourselves.
We're taught about
reforming bad habits...
but we quickly forget
these teachings...
and start criticising each other.
Who here is without vice?
Is it better to complain about vices
or to reform them?
Come on, let's elope.
Life is so stringent here,
we can't live in peace.
I hate this place.
Promise me you won't tell anyone.
You won't, will you?
What about your love for Udayan...
for which I endured
everything until now...
even your slaps?
Please, Uma,
promise you won't tell Udayan.
Will I tell Udayan?
Okay, I won't tell him.
Now go.
I can't believe it!
- Send Uma, and Madan too.
- (Muffled)
Uma, is Kamini speaking the truth?
Well?
Why don't you answer me?
What's this all about?
When did you start seeing Madan?
Madan and me?
- Let it be, Udayan.
- Uma!
Uma!
Madan, is Kamini speaking the truth?
I was going to tell you personally.
Don't you feel ashamed?
- It's Kamini's fault too.
- And Uma?
Uma saw Kamini and me together.
- You're having an affair with Uma!
- With Uma? No!
- Forgive me, Uma.
- Don't say that.
To stop these trivial matters from
harming the principles of this place...
it's better if I leave
after the spring festival.
Uma. Uma!
Forgive me.
I didn't know my little joke
would become so serious.
You call this a joke?
Uma, we'll talk about this later.
Finally, you'll have a chance
to win Udayan's heart.
Kamini!
Kamini. Kamini!
Forgive me.
It keeps flowing
It's been flowing for so long
The tumultuous current of life
It keeps saying
It keeps saying
My capricious heart is swaying
Waves rise and fall every moment
The sad plight of my heart
It keeps saying
Rise
It keeps flowing
The banks that never meet
depict the motion of life
It flows and faces
the obstacles in its way
It keeps enduring
Rise
It keeps flowing
Don't be sad, Uma.
You know? You've become
an integral part of my life.
When I think of work,
I first think of you.
Now I understand.
Come, let's go to the temple.
- Have you seen Udayan anywhere?
- No.
I feel as though
I've always known you.
What's so surprising about that?
Maybe you have.
Remember this?
When I was young, a girl...
So, you're the black witch
that stoned me!
See!
That's why I never told you.
I knew you'd want revenge.
Naughty girl.
Why didn't you tell me before?
- I was afraid to.
- Come on, let's tell everyone.
Wake up
I adore your dusky complexion
My handsome Lord
I get up early in the morning
and look at you
All the milkmaids make fun of me
I keep an eye on your door
just to get a glimpse of you
Wake up, Nand Kishore
Lord, bless Udayan.
May he be successful.
Come in.
Uma, what is this?
Today is an auspicious day.
Uma, whenever I see you,
I remember my childhood.
Do you even remember when
you were beaten for your mischief?
So you remember that too?
Of course, such sweet memories.
Who knew that vagabond boy
would become the pride of our country?
Uma, you love this work immensely.
Will you really leave it all?
I'm sorry, you can't enter.
- I've got a ticket.
- You're not wearing Indian attire.
- Is this a joke?
- It's you who are joking!
We're celebrating our nation,
and you've worn modern clothes.
Ticket. Please follow the yellow
line to the National Theater.
Why did they get in?
They're wearing their national dress.
Don't be angry.
You should match
your attire to your face.
This is a foreign shirt.
It's made in Europe, not India.
Put on some Indian clothes.
This way.
This is the cultural center.
Brothers, today people
from all over the world...
have gathered to celebrate
the spring festival.
For the first time ever in India...
Never seen before...
Nothing like this
has ever happened...
in the whole of India.
A wonderful cultural program...
Awards for bravery...
We should all be proud
to have a cultural center.
Uma!
You are so exuberant.
You're playing the part of Radha!
Who'll be Parvati?
Madan, what's this?
Emotional graph.
- Emotional graph?
- Yes, an emotional graph.
Our Kings' emotions
will be displayed here.
Quiet. Don't laugh.
PLEASE REMOVE YOUR SHOES
- ls anybody there? Where's the door?
- There.
Is this a door or a mousehole?
You enter from here.
Kings as well as paupers
must bow their heads.
- This is an insult. Go inside.
- Go inside.
- After you.
- After you.
A program pamphlet?
Come on.
Today, our country
is on the brink of freedom.
In these circumstances
our nation's leaders...
will understand the
importance of a national theater.
They will join hands with artists...
and establish national theaters
throughout the country...
which will safeguard
our country's culture and tradition.
This national theater is being
inaugurated by Lord Shiva.
A warm welcome to you all
on behalf of the cultural center.
Salutations, O Lord Shiva!
O consort of Gauri!
Folding our hands in devotion...
we pray to you, O Lord
Take away our fears...
and bless us
O Lord Shiva, consort of Gauri!
You're trying to be Parvati.
Hurry up, Udayan,
everybody's waiting for you.
Ramesh, tell Manipuri's teacher
to begin without me.
Sit here.
Uma, please leave.
I want to talk to Kamini.
Come quickly! Lalita has fainted.
Go away, you poor unfortunate!
It's not poverty that's unfortunate,
but the fake splendor of the rich.
It compels them to beg
and eat their leftovers.
Your jealousy is what's unfortunate.
You can't stand
Udayan's love for this child.
- Uma!
- Keep quiet.
You think you truly love Udayan...
and that I've snatched
his love from you...
but you don't have to snatch
what belongs to you, Kamini.
I've known Udayan since childhood,
and I love him.
I will love him all my life.
Nobody can stop me.
Your love is fatal.
It's fake, deceiving.
You wanted to kill me?
You didn't think I could stab you
with your own dagger?
Evil coward...
I wouldn't soil my hands
with your blood.
Go away.
There's no place
for wicked women like you...
in Udayan's holy cultural center.
- Go!
- Uma!
No!
I am not mean and cruel like you.
I don't want to usurp you
and rule this place.
My love knows sacrifice.
Udayan's love is shielding me
from the adversities of the world.
I have been nurturing this love dearly.
It grew gradually
and encompassed my entire life.
Even so, Udayan
will never know of my love.
After finishing my work here...
I'll leave this place
cherishing my love in my heart.
I'll go far away
where the world is less filthy.
Manipuri is about to begin.
Get ready quickly.
Manipuri is about to begin.
Get ready quickly.
Hail the eternal Lord
I am singing in front of you, my Lord
In the middle of my heart...
You reside
Come to me, Lord
Please, go, oh Brajanath...
if it gives you pleasure
Had I not been a woman...
I would have gone with you forever
Saying this cries Binodini
Please, go, oh Brajanath
Come, oh Lord Hari
This place is going to celebrate your song
Come, oh Lord Hari
This place is going to celebrate your song
Awaken and arise in our hearts
Oh come, Lord Hari
Let us dance and sing
with our friends together
This auspicious full moon night...
I shall spend
with my beloved and enjoy
Let us dance and sing...
with our friends together
My Girdhar, my beloved...
you play the flute
Kanha plays the flute
Fill the water-guns
with colors aplenty
Men and women are playing
Holi joyously, exuberantly
The whole earth is full
of flowers and is fragrant
The whole earth is colorful
The garden is beautiful
Fill the water-guns
with colors aplenty
LEAD US FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT
Our eternal lamp
should always burn brightly.
This is our life, our future.
Light the lamp. Come
Dreams light up life
It's the sky of lamps
Light the lamp
Dusk brings darkness with it
It precedes tomorrow's dawn
Gather the lamps of hope
Bring a new era to the world
Light the lamp
Cover it with your veil
Save it from the storm
A hundred lamps with similar flames
Use the lamps to light the way
Light the lamp
We are the future of India
We are the people
We are the future of India
We are the people
We are the fruits of labor
We are the tomorrow of all tomorrows
We are the future of India
Observe closely
the faces of these farmers.
Maybe they are asking
who can truly venerate the plough?
You? No.
Us farmers, the plough gave us life.
For centuries it has fed
a great many millions.
We worship the plough,
but we must also see the present.
Famine is plaguing our country.
We depend on other countries for grain.
We have to march with time.
There's no shortage
of fertile land in our country.
There's only
a shortage of equipment.
We have to meet
the demands of the world.
Hail the supreme Lord
The Lord is the keeper of the poor
He is the friend of the poor people
You purify all the sinners.
You are the supreme Lord
You show pity to one and all.
You are the friend of the poor
The Lord is the keeper of the poor
Discard fear
lnstead of rising,
our Kings' excitement is dropping.
Look who's coming!
Don't shoot, my enemy
My mother-in-law doesn't take it well
Don't shoot, my enemy
Stop the boys' dance
and start the girls' dance.
The milkmaids like Kanha's armlet
The anklets are taunting me,
even when I walk two steps
The milkmaids like Kanha's armlet
Look at what's happening there.
Bliss. Bliss. Bliss
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to say something...
especially to those women
who live behind the veil...
and have long been
oppressed by men.
As long as women are enslaved by men...
humanity will also remained enslaved.
Our experiences at
the cultural center have taught us...
that our fellow countrywomen...
are no less talented
or intelligent than men.
Until our countrywomen are free...
we can't be truly free.
Will the next generation
of women be so shameless?
You weren't shameless,
but that didn't get us far.
Marvellous! I'm in ecstasy.
I feel like splurging
all my wealth on these beauties.
- Secretary?
- Yes, sir.
How many girls are dancing?
I think around 30 girls, sir.
Donate 3 million rupees
to the cultural center...
and tell them to get
these 30 girls to dance.
Yes, sir.
3 million rupees for 30 girls!
My ancestors used to spend
that much on a single girl.
Manager.
Donate 3 times as much as he did.
- This is quite dangerous!
- Indeed.
Gentlemen, please sit down.
Rajendra Singh is amazed.
- 5 hundred thousand!
- 1 million rupees.
- 2 million.
- A million and a half.
Two and a half million.
- 3 million rupees.
- 6 million!
- 4 million.
- 7 million rupees!
- 10 million rupees!
- 12 million rupees.
16 million rupees!
to the museum.
Mr. Udayan, why didn't you announce
His Highness's name?
I'll announce it again.
His Highness...
1 million rupees to the museum.
Udayan, why didn't you announce
His Highness's name?
- Again?
- We didn't hear it.
His Highness Rajendra Singh
has donated...
1 million rupees to the
cultural center's museum.
I am a Communist.
I don't want people to hear
the names of filthy rich kings.
I won't tolerate it.
You can do my job.
I shall dance.
Who are you?
A man.
Who are you?
Nature.
Culture.
Envy.
Youth.
Mourning.
Old age.
Duty.
Universe.
Corruption.
Boycott.
My daughter...
I don't care for society,
but we must be reserved.
Do whatever you want.
Society. Society!
It believes in age-old
shackles of righteousness...
and yet breaks them.
The pride of society is that
it doesn't believe in what it does...
and it doesn't do what it believes in.
Society is the ultimate authority.
It breaks God's laws
and creates its own.
If you love her,
prove it in front of them.
Carry her up to the top of the steps.
If you fail,
your name will be blackened.
You may die trying.
If you succeed, you will marry her.
Marry her.
Come on, begin.
Go on, go on!
Stop!
Get back!
Get back!
Go on! Go on!
So, you've finally killed Udayan.
You met him in your dreams.
I met him in the storm.
Until now,
only my world was ruined.
Now your world is ruined too.
Kamini!
What are you looking at?
It's the same Udayan,
but now he's lifeless.
Come, we can go
wherever we want.
Uma!
No! No!
Without you, my life is useless.
All my dreams will remain unfulfilled.
You! People revere you as God.
They pray to you day
and night for protection.
You are the God of destruction.
Are you not content after
wreaking havoc all over the world?
Don't worry.
You can return to the festival.
You fool.
You're sensible, yet you worry
about a trivial matter.
Be strong.
Everything will be fine.
Uma, you take care of him.
We want to see
how the show's going.
Don't worry, Udayan isn't hurt!
Soon he'll be dancing!
Uma, why are you crying?
Don't get up. Lie down.
Uma, will you be mine?
Tell me.
Uma, tell me, will you marry me?
Why don't you answer me?
Udayan, can you come?
Everything has come
to a standstill because of you.
You come too, Uma.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
His Highness asks
if this is an African dance?
Yes, it is ours.
His Highness asks
if this is an African dance?
I'll make an announcement.
This beautiful dance
comes from the people...
of the Naga hills
on the border of Assam and Burma.
Hollywood often portrays
India as Africa.
Those who thought that
this was an African dance...
have just given ample
proof of their ignorance.
It is every parent's duty
to let their children...
travel the world
and widen their knowledge.
The greatest onus lies on schools,
colleges and universities.
2,005 rupees.
5 and a half rupees.
- Only 5 rupees.
- Only 5 rupees?
- Hey, only 8 rupees.
- 8 rupees?
Uma, go and see.
There's a shower of wealth.
- 5 rupees. 7.
- 5.
7.7 and a half.
6 and a half. 5.4.
- 5.
- 8.
- Uma's words have come true.
- Yes.
Friend, I asked you.
Friend, I asked you
Friend, the drums are playing,
I asked you
Friend, the cymbals are playing,
I asked you
Friend, wake up the earth,
I asked you
Friend, I asked you.
Friend, I asked you
No, it's not possible.
I can't bear it.
Will you be mine, Uma?
Will you be mine, Uma?
It's a success!
God, what's happened?
Will you marry me?
Will you marry me?
Will you be mine?
So much money!
Will you marry me?
There's so much money here.
Everyone will get some. Everyone.
Run!
If you have the courage,
come and fight.
- I want money.
- Money.
You will get money.
Everyone will get money.
Please, hear the entire story!
Here's your story!
Guard, throw him out!
Get him away from here!
Father, hear the rest of the story.
No love! No romance! No lovers!
If I made that movie,
I'd become a pauper!
Someday soon we will be
released from your clutches.
You have harmed the country
with your selfishness and dishonesty.
You will have to pay the price
very soon!
Don't get angry.
If you're so brave why don't
you spend 2 million rupees...
setting up a studio?
Then you can make your film.
You won't have
to come here begging.
Out! It's where you belong.
Beneath this light,
I am standing in darkness.
This bazaar of joy and happiness...
is drowning out the voice of my soul.
My country is drowning.
The world is drowning.
Humanity can't find a way.
God, will this country
remain enslaved?
Will its people never gain sense?
Will they just quietly
watch the devastation?
For how long
will my country sleep?
For how long will my dream
remain just a dream?