Nazar (1990) - full transcript
Based on F. Dostkeyfski's "The Meek One", this is the saga of a Bombay-based antique dealer-cum-money lender, who at the age of 40, marries a woman who is 17, and brings her home to his spacious flat in a multi-storied building with a magnificent view, where he lives with his Bua. Their marriage is not a happy one, even though he hopes it will get better. But the bride, who had lived her live in an orphanage, is immersed in her own thoughts, and at one point even held a revolver against her husband's head while he was sleeping. Shortly thereafter, he confronts her that he was aware of this incident, and that the revolver did contain one bullet. Watch what impact this has on their lives.
How thin she looks
Even her nose tapered down
If only she
needn't be cremated
But that's impossible
No, not mad
Just raving
Never before such a clear mind
Never before, so clear
Revolver
Nothing broken
Just a handful of blood
The cabinet where
the lamp always burns
A corner for the accounts
Another room to sleep in
A shelf full of books
and a safe. The keys...
.. I keep
- kept.
You?
What is this?
What have you brought?
What is this you've brought?
They only take gold and silver
They won't even talk to me
I don't want anything
from you either.
Perhaps...
.. it didn't actually
happen like this
But it must all
have happened...
"without thought
I had heard everything
Shane won't touch it
But I'll take it. For you.
Advertise in the morning.
You're employed by evening
Young woman seeks employment
Can take care of children
Not of any one else...
I'm talking about her alone
Then it would all have stayed like that
- just like that
Keep this at home.
Leave just the case.
I have no room here for Gods.
Is it forbidden?
No
No...
But perhaps you
would rather not
You can keep it
No, I won't do that
I tell you
I won't do that
I'll keep this in the
cabinet with the others
Where the lamp is burning
Take two thousand
and the deal is done
One is enough
This stone must have lain
with luminous fish in water
My condition...
...was as strained as yours
But now all that
you see around
So now you are taking revenge
He who wishes the
worst for himself
Who said that?
Does good to others
This age is not like that...
Stop. I've heard
this before...
Have you read it?
It's possible...
Where Mir...
Where...
An antique dealer is
always an antique dealer
How strange you are!
I didn't think of that at all
One person inside
another outside
One can do good
in any walk of life
I'm not talking of myself
What of evil!
I'm incapable
of doing anything
My gaze...
.. always discreet
Then why do I feel
twisted inside?
I haven't changed
There's still
compassion within me
The grocer is on the look-out
For a dark, mute creature
who can take care of his
motherless children.
This girl is quiet.
Bred in poverty he says
He's marrying for the
sake of the children.
The poor thing is terrified
That's when she was raising
money for the advertisements
I am running a shop.
But I want something else
I don't speak to anyone
I don't stare at faces
Yesterday there
I was in my shop
I know the entire circumstance
I have always assessed myself
I am assessing myself
There is something...
.. I want to tell you about
Why are you quiet?
Wait, I'm thinking
She blushed
But her eyes were blazing
I liked that
But by then I was sure. She
did come back. To the shop
Now it's coming back.
Every little details
I remember
I haven't forgotten
As soon as she left
I made up my mind
I had given Bua some money
A bribe!
There is for me
some work in Goa
I am taking her away
She has nothing.
And wants nothing
I'll arrange that
Absolutely nothing won't do
My childhood wasn't
spent in this house.
I know
Your parents died
three years ago
There is something
I want to say to you
Youth is generous...
But it has no tolerance
Now how do I explain to you
what it is to lend money?
Perhaps I understand
The truth?
The truth is...
I want you to know me...
As I am
From the beginning
we were both silent
There were no
quarrels. Just silence
She would steal glances at
me. I was more silent than ever
Yes, I was the one who
wanted silence. Not she.
It's true. The generosity
of youth is splendid
But just try a feat of
generosity that's hard, quiet
and without a flourish...
Opens not The door of accord
As of now
Wounded my desire
In orbit spread
As of now
Have shattered
Flint-heart you
Someone's fragile heart
O bruised heart, in
your lane the distant cry
As of now
Within his cusped
palm was my blood
So drank off
Never in flight Is
the henna-stained bird
As of now
She used to come
to sell a few things
To raise some
money for herself
That was at the very beginning
I didn't notice her as
different from the others
As soon as she got her money
she turned and walked out
Always in silence.
Or so it seemed to me
They have all left me
Forgotten me. That's good
How they humiliated me!
A shop-keeper!
You say it. Everyone says it.
So what? That you
are a shopkeeper
Let them say what they want
If somebody..
.. would find a meaning...
Whatever they want
You can't stop
anyone. Anyone at all
My understanding
is without reason
Certain ideas...
.. when spoken may sound
foolish and inexplicable
What ideas? Why should they?
Because we are not
capable of listening
Perhaps even I
have not understood
But this much is true
If you follow a straight
path you will reach
These small minds!
Among ten thousands barely
one or two will make it
Who started it?
No one
Why did she, in
certain things...
.. in sheets, for instance..
.. or in cleanliness..?
She didn't realize how
her face was swelling
No one will believe how
closely I observed her
I want to get to..
.. the bottom of all
this... all this filth
Forty equal to seventeen
Women have nothing
of their own
This is to blame for it all
I was forty. She seventeen
This was on her mind
She must have in your eyes...
You overvalue things
Then argue with me about it
These things are
not worth so much
I speak little but I am firm
This money is mine
There's no profit from this
When I brought you here I
made no secret of anything
From now on I forbid you...
...to interfere in my work
Today she went out first
thing in the morning
Yesterday too
I locked up the
shop and came here.
But she isn't here either
There is an officer
- Yamanuj
From the same regiment as you
He's got something
to do with it
Yamanuj!
He had come to the shop
A meeting has been arranged
At the home of Julia
Samson the colonel's widow
You were thrown
out of the Army
it's true
- Why?
I refused to eat...
You were afraid to fight
A summary court-martial
gives the verdict
The papers are filled from
before. Even the judgement
During the Mutiny of
1857 the British...
For three years after you
roamed the streets of Bombay
I did not break
It has all passed
The papers are filled from
before. Even the judgement
In 1857 the British...
White flowers...
...on the bed-sheet
She didn't sing very well.
she was often out of tune
In a muffled tone
she sang softly
I used to listen
standing outside
She hides that
fact that the sings
She knows only this one song
She is searching for
something. I don't know...
I'm not at all
quiet or soft-spoken
You come too abruptly to the point
- very coarsely
I'm not sure about that.
But I'm certainly disgusted
I found what I imagined
Did you see that?
Not really. I'm quite well
You're frail and weak...
Face so pale...
Lips almost white
I am quite, quite well
Mir Taqi Mir
How shall I know why...
My heart is drawn out so
From childhood
From my childhood
By myself
On holidays
it's as though I have
passed years like this
Even I... the same
You, on your side
of the table...
I at mine
And so it would have
remained for years.
The same
But suddenly I entered
Why did I go out?
For our tickets...
And what a crowd
there was there!
How they stared at me...
The grocer or me?
A shop-keeper and
a money-lender...
...who could
quote a little Mir
And I thought it would
all remain like that
I'll take you to Goa
In a little while
Your voice is cracked
I just heard it
I'll close down the shop
No, don't say anything
I can't rest in any position
But I could not
have kept quiet
That I could be there
and not say anything.
I was delighted
just listening to you
You are exaggerating
I cannot stop myself
I tell you I was so happy...
.. there behind
the door, hiding...
...listening to you
There behind the door
My eyes on your feet...
.. my ears to your voice
Listening to you
I was lost in your
intelligence...
.. and child-like innocence
You are killing me
I think of you as
much greater than me
I want to live only with you
I could have taken up a job
But after being in uniform...
I decided...
on the antique shop and
the money-lending business
When I brought you home...
I thought I was
bringing a friend
What is it?
What is it?
This hand has gone to sleep
under the weight of my head
Again, today
there is an evening
Today again there
is an evening
I probably seem strange to you
Nothing wrong
The trouble is
that I am a dreamer
.. with difficulty
My indecision every
time, on every occasion
Whatever happened,
happened by chance
And there's nothing
more terrifying!
To perish by chance!
For something could
have happened...
.. if it hadn't...
I would have blown
by like breeze
Had you any hope of survival?
My reply, as before
God, I had no hope at all
Why were you ready
to accept death?
I ask you.
I know it. And you too.
If you can guess the truth
I was not asleep then
Perhaps it didn't
actually happen like this
But it must have
surely happened
Even without thinking
I myself was about to perish
So who could I try to save?
But I had heard it all
- known it all
Before me!
She's forgotten me...
So she sings
Is this the first time?
No. She does sing
When you are not here
She's singing
Does she sing?
Before me!
Weren't you surprised
when you heard...?
That day in the evening,
I lost my courage
To you...
Please talk
Say something to me
I see everything, clearly
To the last detail
My despair. Before you
About myself.
About you and Bua
I am weeping...
Why do you say I
never see anything?
I'll go away..
I can't stay here any longer
Cannot sleep.
You...
Bua, wait!
Are you all right?
Never mind, you may go
What has happened to you?
Nothing...
You...
I was looking at her
She turned...
.. and then out!
It's damp outside!
You were here, too
Even her nose tapered down
If only she
needn't be cremated
But that's impossible
No, not mad
Just raving
Never before such a clear mind
Never before, so clear
Revolver
Nothing broken
Just a handful of blood
The cabinet where
the lamp always burns
A corner for the accounts
Another room to sleep in
A shelf full of books
and a safe. The keys...
.. I keep
- kept.
You?
What is this?
What have you brought?
What is this you've brought?
They only take gold and silver
They won't even talk to me
I don't want anything
from you either.
Perhaps...
.. it didn't actually
happen like this
But it must all
have happened...
"without thought
I had heard everything
Shane won't touch it
But I'll take it. For you.
Advertise in the morning.
You're employed by evening
Young woman seeks employment
Can take care of children
Not of any one else...
I'm talking about her alone
Then it would all have stayed like that
- just like that
Keep this at home.
Leave just the case.
I have no room here for Gods.
Is it forbidden?
No
No...
But perhaps you
would rather not
You can keep it
No, I won't do that
I tell you
I won't do that
I'll keep this in the
cabinet with the others
Where the lamp is burning
Take two thousand
and the deal is done
One is enough
This stone must have lain
with luminous fish in water
My condition...
...was as strained as yours
But now all that
you see around
So now you are taking revenge
He who wishes the
worst for himself
Who said that?
Does good to others
This age is not like that...
Stop. I've heard
this before...
Have you read it?
It's possible...
Where Mir...
Where...
An antique dealer is
always an antique dealer
How strange you are!
I didn't think of that at all
One person inside
another outside
One can do good
in any walk of life
I'm not talking of myself
What of evil!
I'm incapable
of doing anything
My gaze...
.. always discreet
Then why do I feel
twisted inside?
I haven't changed
There's still
compassion within me
The grocer is on the look-out
For a dark, mute creature
who can take care of his
motherless children.
This girl is quiet.
Bred in poverty he says
He's marrying for the
sake of the children.
The poor thing is terrified
That's when she was raising
money for the advertisements
I am running a shop.
But I want something else
I don't speak to anyone
I don't stare at faces
Yesterday there
I was in my shop
I know the entire circumstance
I have always assessed myself
I am assessing myself
There is something...
.. I want to tell you about
Why are you quiet?
Wait, I'm thinking
She blushed
But her eyes were blazing
I liked that
But by then I was sure. She
did come back. To the shop
Now it's coming back.
Every little details
I remember
I haven't forgotten
As soon as she left
I made up my mind
I had given Bua some money
A bribe!
There is for me
some work in Goa
I am taking her away
She has nothing.
And wants nothing
I'll arrange that
Absolutely nothing won't do
My childhood wasn't
spent in this house.
I know
Your parents died
three years ago
There is something
I want to say to you
Youth is generous...
But it has no tolerance
Now how do I explain to you
what it is to lend money?
Perhaps I understand
The truth?
The truth is...
I want you to know me...
As I am
From the beginning
we were both silent
There were no
quarrels. Just silence
She would steal glances at
me. I was more silent than ever
Yes, I was the one who
wanted silence. Not she.
It's true. The generosity
of youth is splendid
But just try a feat of
generosity that's hard, quiet
and without a flourish...
Opens not The door of accord
As of now
Wounded my desire
In orbit spread
As of now
Have shattered
Flint-heart you
Someone's fragile heart
O bruised heart, in
your lane the distant cry
As of now
Within his cusped
palm was my blood
So drank off
Never in flight Is
the henna-stained bird
As of now
She used to come
to sell a few things
To raise some
money for herself
That was at the very beginning
I didn't notice her as
different from the others
As soon as she got her money
she turned and walked out
Always in silence.
Or so it seemed to me
They have all left me
Forgotten me. That's good
How they humiliated me!
A shop-keeper!
You say it. Everyone says it.
So what? That you
are a shopkeeper
Let them say what they want
If somebody..
.. would find a meaning...
Whatever they want
You can't stop
anyone. Anyone at all
My understanding
is without reason
Certain ideas...
.. when spoken may sound
foolish and inexplicable
What ideas? Why should they?
Because we are not
capable of listening
Perhaps even I
have not understood
But this much is true
If you follow a straight
path you will reach
These small minds!
Among ten thousands barely
one or two will make it
Who started it?
No one
Why did she, in
certain things...
.. in sheets, for instance..
.. or in cleanliness..?
She didn't realize how
her face was swelling
No one will believe how
closely I observed her
I want to get to..
.. the bottom of all
this... all this filth
Forty equal to seventeen
Women have nothing
of their own
This is to blame for it all
I was forty. She seventeen
This was on her mind
She must have in your eyes...
You overvalue things
Then argue with me about it
These things are
not worth so much
I speak little but I am firm
This money is mine
There's no profit from this
When I brought you here I
made no secret of anything
From now on I forbid you...
...to interfere in my work
Today she went out first
thing in the morning
Yesterday too
I locked up the
shop and came here.
But she isn't here either
There is an officer
- Yamanuj
From the same regiment as you
He's got something
to do with it
Yamanuj!
He had come to the shop
A meeting has been arranged
At the home of Julia
Samson the colonel's widow
You were thrown
out of the Army
it's true
- Why?
I refused to eat...
You were afraid to fight
A summary court-martial
gives the verdict
The papers are filled from
before. Even the judgement
During the Mutiny of
1857 the British...
For three years after you
roamed the streets of Bombay
I did not break
It has all passed
The papers are filled from
before. Even the judgement
In 1857 the British...
White flowers...
...on the bed-sheet
She didn't sing very well.
she was often out of tune
In a muffled tone
she sang softly
I used to listen
standing outside
She hides that
fact that the sings
She knows only this one song
She is searching for
something. I don't know...
I'm not at all
quiet or soft-spoken
You come too abruptly to the point
- very coarsely
I'm not sure about that.
But I'm certainly disgusted
I found what I imagined
Did you see that?
Not really. I'm quite well
You're frail and weak...
Face so pale...
Lips almost white
I am quite, quite well
Mir Taqi Mir
How shall I know why...
My heart is drawn out so
From childhood
From my childhood
By myself
On holidays
it's as though I have
passed years like this
Even I... the same
You, on your side
of the table...
I at mine
And so it would have
remained for years.
The same
But suddenly I entered
Why did I go out?
For our tickets...
And what a crowd
there was there!
How they stared at me...
The grocer or me?
A shop-keeper and
a money-lender...
...who could
quote a little Mir
And I thought it would
all remain like that
I'll take you to Goa
In a little while
Your voice is cracked
I just heard it
I'll close down the shop
No, don't say anything
I can't rest in any position
But I could not
have kept quiet
That I could be there
and not say anything.
I was delighted
just listening to you
You are exaggerating
I cannot stop myself
I tell you I was so happy...
.. there behind
the door, hiding...
...listening to you
There behind the door
My eyes on your feet...
.. my ears to your voice
Listening to you
I was lost in your
intelligence...
.. and child-like innocence
You are killing me
I think of you as
much greater than me
I want to live only with you
I could have taken up a job
But after being in uniform...
I decided...
on the antique shop and
the money-lending business
When I brought you home...
I thought I was
bringing a friend
What is it?
What is it?
This hand has gone to sleep
under the weight of my head
Again, today
there is an evening
Today again there
is an evening
I probably seem strange to you
Nothing wrong
The trouble is
that I am a dreamer
.. with difficulty
My indecision every
time, on every occasion
Whatever happened,
happened by chance
And there's nothing
more terrifying!
To perish by chance!
For something could
have happened...
.. if it hadn't...
I would have blown
by like breeze
Had you any hope of survival?
My reply, as before
God, I had no hope at all
Why were you ready
to accept death?
I ask you.
I know it. And you too.
If you can guess the truth
I was not asleep then
Perhaps it didn't
actually happen like this
But it must have
surely happened
Even without thinking
I myself was about to perish
So who could I try to save?
But I had heard it all
- known it all
Before me!
She's forgotten me...
So she sings
Is this the first time?
No. She does sing
When you are not here
She's singing
Does she sing?
Before me!
Weren't you surprised
when you heard...?
That day in the evening,
I lost my courage
To you...
Please talk
Say something to me
I see everything, clearly
To the last detail
My despair. Before you
About myself.
About you and Bua
I am weeping...
Why do you say I
never see anything?
I'll go away..
I can't stay here any longer
Cannot sleep.
You...
Bua, wait!
Are you all right?
Never mind, you may go
What has happened to you?
Nothing...
You...
I was looking at her
She turned...
.. and then out!
It's damp outside!
You were here, too