Prithvi Vallabh (1943) Movie Script

You Tube - Video Running Time 01:58:29

You Tube search name -

Prithvi Vallabh

God, my victory has raised my

head with pride in the world today.

That's why today I bow

my head to you once again...

and I pray for a boon that

my head never hangs down in shame.

And that I never face you

with a face wilted in shame.

Victory to you and

victory to your devotees.

God of all Gods,

Kailashpati Mahadev...

- may you always remain...

- Victorious! Victory! Victory!

King over all kings,

the emperor, Prithvi Vallabh...

- may you always remain...

- Victorious! Victory! Victory!

My pretty maidens,

you will be disappointed today.

Tailap has arrived from

across the Godavari today.

Allow him to show his talent today.

Victory to the king!

Tailap's hands are so rough...

allowing him to

wash your lovely feet...

would be an insult

to music and art.

You are forgetting, Kaviraj Tailap

has washed my feet so many times...

his hands are no longer rough.

And he is my friend as well.

Victory to the king! A wounded

and loser can't be your friend.

Any man who loses fifteen times

and still has courage to fight...

I do not consider him a coward.

Blessed are you, your highness!

Welcome to my court, Tailap.

Begin your work now.

I refuse.

Why? When you have washed

these feet fifteen times...

why are you ashamed to

wash them for the sixteenth time?

And this time the pots

too are from your country.

The water is from your country, too.

Using water from Telangan in pots

from Telangan, the king of Telangan...

will wash the feet of the

king Prithvi Vallabh of Avantipur.

And wash his sixteenth defeat

from his mind along with it.

Pick up the pots of

water and move forward.

After that I shall consider you

my friend and seat you next to me.

No, Munj. These hands

won't touch those feet again...

that have trounced the

modesty of hundreds of women.

I won't touch those hands

that embrace new women daily.

Tailap, these are not your words.

Your sister Mrinalvati

is speaking through you.

One whose life is dry like the desert...

and as morose as a crematorium.

One whose lips have

not once tasted life...

and whose eyes have not

once seen the colors of life.

What would you know about

life and the joys of life?

Anyway, if you want your

life and freedom once again...

then you should

begin your errand.

Victory to the king!

Will you release Tailap again?

Any man who cannot forgive

his foe is a coward.

But priest of kingdom

had made a prediction...

the king could lose

the seventeenth battle.

What's the harm in losing

once after hundreds of victories?

If prince Bhoj had been here...

If prince Bhoj had been here, could

he order me not to forgive him?

You are mistaken, Kaviraj.

I apologize, your highness.

Come on, Tailap, either you wash my

feet and return to your country...

or be trampled by the elephant

and head for the other world.

Make an instant decision.

Here or there?

Enough, king Tailap,

you are my friend hereafter.

Come, sit here.

Where are the fair

cuckoos of my court?

Tell them to entertain my guest...

with the magic

of their feet and voice.

Smile through your eyes

The remind hopes

The eyes.

Yes, yes, smile through your eyes

Keep narrating the story of youth

The eyes. Yes, yes,

smile through your eyes

Friend, bring some liquor

Bring the glowing beauty

Give to drink smile of heart

The eyes.

Yes, yes, smile through your eyes

Dhananjay,

prepare to get king Tailap...

and his companions

across the Godavari.

But take care he has

no problems on the way.

The king's wishes

will be obeyed fully.

Let's go, your highness.

What are you thinking?

I am wondering when I

return defeated to my country...

what will my sister

have to say about it?

Throw all the worship

platters away!

And inform the cooks in the

palace to prepare pudding today.

His highness likes to eat pudding.

- But...

- I am aware of what I'm doing.

And I know what

the significance. Go!

The significance is

that you are humiliating me.

But think about it and

tell me what else could I do?

What else could you do? You

could have kept the battle going?

You could have refused

to put down your weapons.

You could have given your life

and saved the country's dignity.

But one who loves his life

so much can achieve nothing.

He can only talk big.

I did not save my life

because I love life so much.

I saved my life so I could

exact vengeance on the foe.

Don't deceive yourself.

You know you cannot

exact vengeance on the foe.

You can only wash his feet.

You can bow to him.

You can only appeal

to him for life.

This is exactly what

I did so many times.

I attacked the enemy so many times.

But destiny favored

him every time.

I had to return

defeated every time.

A man can fight his foe

but he cannot fight his destiny.

So you think you are nothing?

You think everything

hinges on your destiny.

Your destiny is a river...

and you are a blade of

straw floating in its current.

Your destiny is a storm and

you a leaf flitting in the gale.

Your destiny is a potter and

you are wet clay toy in his hands.

Wow. You have praised

to high heaven.

The future generations of India...

will go insane with joy

at the mention of your name.

Didn't I try to fight destiny?

Did I not attack

the foe sixteen times?

And were you not

defeated sixteen times?

Just who is to blame for this?

You or someone else?

The reason for my defeat

is that I fight him in his home.

The reason he wins is that

he fights from his homestead.

Even a cat is like

a tiger in her own house.

Then do something to cause

him to attack your country.

But he does not.

Tell him to attack our country.

I shall break his face. I shall

tame him. I'll snatch his weapons.

I shall tell you the means.

Has he sent his royal

emissary with you?

Yes.

- Arrest him.

- Then he will attack us.

Is that it?

Have you lost all your bravado?

Just now you were claiming

if he mounts an attack on you...

you would do this

and you would do that.

Now you're afraid

he will mount an attack.

Apparently you have not

returned to prepare to retaliate.

You saved your life and you're

here to hide behind your sister.

Look, sister, it's like this.

Our dignity...

What dignity?

A man should save his life.

Things matter only if you

are alive. Eat, drink and be merry.

This is life. This is youth.

What was that sound?

Pudding is being prepared.

I asked you what that sound was.

The sound of two metal

containers striking.

The sound of two

metal striking metal?

Stop all that? Don't you know

my brother is afraid of that sound?

When metal struck metal at the

battlefield my brother came here...

to hide behind

his sister's skirt.

If metal strikes metal here

as well, where else will he flee?

And what will you

lose if he leaves?

I will lose my brother

and be left alone.

Go! What are you staring at me for?

Go stop that sound.

Send a messenger Bhillam.

I wish to see him in my palace.

Victory to the king!

Bhillam, arrest Dhananjay,

Munj's royal poet.

Assemble your soldiers

on the banks of the Godavari.

And dispatch a message to Munj...

if he considers

himself to be brave...

let him attack

us to release his poet.

But, your highness...

He is the king.

It's his job to give orders.

You are the general.

Your job is to follow the orders.

The winds are so mysterious

Look at the unique gait,

look at the manner

Swords and arrows

are playing in the world

There is playing drum loudly

The world trembles

The winds are so mysterious

A blade of grass used to

battle the storm in one country

It's all God's dignity

The winds are so mysterious

Greetings, queen mother.

Charini, don't you know singing

is prohibited in this country?

Singing is the thirst

in a person's mind.

And being happy

is man's birthright.

If your mind is ill why do you

shut the doors of joy for others?

Today you say singing

is prohibited in this country.

Tomorrow you will say laughing

is prohibited in this country.

Think about it. How long will

your people endure your injustice?

Those who don't wish to

endure it can leave this state...

but nobody will be

permitted to sing over here.

There was some good news

for you in my songs today.

But if you don't want to hear it?

Anyway...

Hold it, Charini.

What good news have you brought me?

In my song,

our king has won the battle.

And his opponent is defeated.

Does...

Does that mean

my brother caught him?

No man in this

world can catch Munj.

Your misfortune has caught him.

Man feels that destiny

is smiling down upon him.

But he does not know...

that very smile will turn into

the flame that will engulf him.

Munj has lost the battle.

You will lose your life.

Charini!

Charini read the events in the

blue skies and read them to you.

She is not to blame for it.

The winds are so mysterious

Look at its unique gait,

look at the manner

The winds are so mysterious

Laxmi look.

- She is meditating.

- You were right.

Vilas!

Go out and bring me

news when anybody arrives.

God, I came here to pray

for my brother's victory...

but apparently you have

already answered my prayers.

And my brother was victorious.

My prayer to you now is

that when I see that sinner Munj...

being dragged through Telang

tied to an elephant's foot...

please protect me lest I lose

my senses from all the happiness.

Praise to the king of Telang!

Who is that, mother?

Munj's poet.

Who told you that?

Bilas's father.

Munj is such a fool!

He doesn't understand a poet

can only hurl verbal arrows at home.

He can't throw iron

arrows on the battlefield.

He came to win the battle

with such useless people.

Praise to the king of Telang!

That is Munj.

He looks so handsome.

And brave too.

Praise to the king of Telang!

So this is Munj!

Why is Munj being made to walk?

Thanks to brother's kindness.

This man only deserves

to be shackled and dragged.

I ask you, is Munj a very evil man?

There couldn't be a more evil

man than him in the entire world.

But he is so handsome.

Girl, get into your senses.

What business is it of yours

who is handsome and who's not?

If you cannot keep control

over your mind, then leave. Go!

The question now is,

how do we punish Munj?

Behead him.

Pardon me.

By custom...

a king can't be beheaded

anywhere but the battlefield.

And Munj is not on the battlefield

now, he is in the dungeon.

If we have to kill him...

then the battlefield

and prison are one and the same.

What's the difference?

- That's all well and good...

- Be quiet for a while.

King Bhillam is right. Beheading

a man kills him instantly.

I want Munj to be given

a much tougher sentence.

But what punishment

could we mete out to him...

by which we don't behead him...

and he suffers

a fate worse than death?

Wipe the smile off his lips!

Snatch the light from his eyes!

Snatch the glow from his face!

Most of all,

snatch his pride from him!

Life will be a living

hell without his pride.

And this living hell will

be far more horrific than death!

But Munj will die before

he surrenders his pride.

Nobody can take his

pride away from him.

I believe I can

take it away from him.

You?

Where are you holding him?

In the royal dungeon.

I shall go to the

dungeon this evening...

so he can see my power

and I can see his helplessness.

He should be made aware

it is time for his pride to end.

That is fine. Now Bhillam,

what reward would you like?

Anything I can offer

you won't be nearly enough.

Your happiness is

my greatest reward.

Still, you should request something.

Do not hesitate.

You'll receive anything you want.

Your highness,

I have only one desire.

And you know what it is.

Prince Styashay's and

Vilaswati's marriage?

Yes, your highness.

It shall be done next month.

Victory to the king!

But that is an old score.

You can demand another

boon for this battle.

Highness, I lack nothing under

your realm. Still if you wish...

Say what you have

to say fearlessly.

I would like Munj's

poet's life be spared.

The praises of poets are phony.

What will you gain

by saving his life?

You could demand something else.

What else can I demand?

You have given me everything.

What do you want

to do after freeing him?

Anything you please.

What can I say?

I shall tell you. Until now he's

been singing in praise of Munj.

Tell him to sing

his criticism hereafter.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Alright. King Bhillam,

your request is accepted.

I shall release the men to you.

But take care. You will

be responsible if he takes flight.

Praise the queen mother.

Welcome, royal poet.

You won't lack anything over here.

I am fond of poetry

and so is my wife.

Are you the royal

poet's young disciple?

His name is Rasnidhi.

Your name sounds

as nice as you look.

Please come.

I found wealth called Ram

Neither did I embark

on a pilgrimage nor mediation

The wealth called Ram

constricted itself and came home

I found wealth called Ram

I didn't go to bathe in

the Ganges nor blow the conch

Good fortune favored

me and my mind comprised of Ram

Talk about love at this age.

Mrinalvati is the queen

mother of this country.

All other wealth comes and goes,

it is temporary shade

The wealth called

Ram doesn't diminish

It is always on the lips

I found wealth called Ram

Vilas!

Vilas, my dear, do you recall

you saw him in the procession?

He is Munj's royal poet Dhananjay.

This is his disciple Rashmidhi.

Bow to him, my dear.

We are poets. You are poetry.

We watch and then pen

your thoughts and actions...

which makes us poets.

So why should you bow to us?

We are the ones

who should bow to you.

Did you see that, my girl?

Every word they

utter is sheer poetry.

Anyway, go and tell your

mother to prepare to welcome them.

Come along, royal poet.

What's that rascal doing?

He is asleep at this time,

queen mother.

He can get sleep?

He even sings sometimes,

queen mother.

Open the door! He will have

to sing another song in future.

Be gentle.

You will sprain your dainty foot.

Mind your language!

The sister of the king of

Tailap is standing in front of you.

I reckoned that already.

Waking up Prithvi

Vallabh from his sleep...

couldn't be the feat

of any ordinary woman.

Even in this dire

condition you are unaware...

to whom you are speaking?

What dire condition, pretty lady?

Ask your reputation,

ask your poets, ask your soldiers.

And if anything is remaining,

then ask your misplaced fate.

Then listen to me.

Having heard of my fame,

you planned on defeating me.

Hearing my poets' songs...

the flames in your mind

were stoked furthermore.

And on seeing my

soldiers' bravery...

you instigated your

brother to deceive me.

And as for my misplaced fate...

the king of Tailap's

reclusive sister...

has renounced her reclusive

status ran here to see it.

And this very reclusive will

see you die like a dog tomorrow.

No, pretty lady,

a hero never dies like a dog.

A hero always dies like a hero.

And one who dies like a hero,

never really dies.

Damn you! You consider

transgression to be heroic.

I followed my heart.

Where's the transgression in that?

Surrendering to your heart is

the greatest transgression of all.

No, pretty lady, surrendering

to the heart is not transgression.

Suppressing the emotions

of the heart is transgression.

Mrinalvati,

I ask you, why do you not smile?

Look, the stony walls

of this dungeon...

which have unfortunately

always stopped its prisoners...

even they are smiling

today thanks to someone's fortune.

- Your fortune?

- No. Your fortune.

The good fortune of your life.

The good fortune of

the change in your life.

It is a false notion.

It is not a false notion,

the greatest fact of life.

I ask you, Mrinalvati, why

are you suppressing your emotions?

You still have time.

Open the eyes of youth.

Else, if middle age kicks in...

it will be impossible

for youth or love to rouse.

Even considering love is

a sin for ascetic Mrinalvati.

You call love a transgression?

When I heard tales

of your transgressions...

I had the feeling

people were bragging...

but now I realize

they were telling the truth.

I have no idea what people

brag about or what you've heard...

but I know I have always

enjoying life and its pleasures...

and held my head

high at all times.

I have enjoyed every moment of

life with every fiber of my being.

I always kept the present in mind...

and never cared about the future.

That's why I was content in

the past and am content even today.

- With your defeat?

- With my victory.

You deem this to be your victory?

Certainly. You came here

seeking to gain control over me...

but you're leaving this

place under my control.

What is this if not victory?

The person who can gain

control of me isn't born as yet.

You are forgetting he

was born forty years ago.

Then he should prepare to die now.

I am always prepared to die.

But do remember, I won't

be alone at the time of death.

Someone else will be with me.

Your orders have

been complied with.

Munj's people who accepted

work have been employed.

And what about those

who do not wish to work?

There are many of those.

They will be executed tomorrow.

Why tomorrow? Why not today?

I met Munj just now.

He is not a human being,

but is a living sin.

But he is smart.

He believes he is God.

I wish to sentence him

to the most severe punishment.

I said it before that

he should be executed.

No. I want to terminate

his pride before executing him.

What should we do now?

Lock him up in an iron cage

and leave him in the street...

so passersby can see

him and laugh at his condition.

Alright.

Mrinalvati,

why are you wasting your youth?

'You still have time.

Open the eyes of youth.'

'Else when middle age kicks in...

it will be impossible

for youth or love to rouse.'

'You came here seeking

to gain control over me...

but you're leaving this

place under my control.'

'What is this if not victory? '

No, no! Give me strength, God!

My asceticism is sustained, my word

is sustained...

and my vows are sustained.

Let my head be held

high in the world.

Let my head be held

down in obeisance to you.

My head is always

held high in the world.

And I am happy under

every condition.

But I regret seeing that

your king arrested King Vallabh...

and you people

are dressed so simply.

Go get decked...

or the world will say the

subjects of Telang are very poor.

Why are you shoving me?

And where are the pretty

ladies of your family?

Without them your happiness

will remain incomplete today.

Come here.

Prithvi Vallabh is calling you.

- Do you know how to sing?

- Sing?

You are born in Telangan.

Had you been born in Avantipur...

your beauty would

be beyond compare by now.

- Tell me, do you know to dance?

- No.

That is your second misfortune.

- Do you know to play anything?

- No.

No!

Why are you people laughing?

Your kind has returned victorious.

Don't you congratulate

him with song and dance?

Is this reason to laugh or cry?

Come, let me teach you a song.

Say, there's no singing

in Tailap's township.

Sing. You should be delighted

at your good fortune.

For Prithvi Vallabh

is teaching you a song.

There's no singing

in Tailap's township.

There's no singing

in Tailap's township

Very good! Very good!

There's no singing,

there's no playing

There's no celebration

of life's joys

What are you doing?

Why are you afraid?

Come, paint the town red

When the moon rises,

you see the world

Help the moon rise yourself

If it shines in a dark house,

it lights up your mind

Make it work

Come, paint the town red

Enjoy the pleasures of life

Enjoy as you wish

Leave tomorrow's worries

pending for the future

Just live in the present

Lose your senses

Enjoy the pleasures of life

Leave tomorrow's worries

pending for the future

Just live in the present

Lose your senses

Come, paint the town red

Take the spark from your eye

Light a fire in your heart

Burn down your house

and show the world

Dear drunk...

take the spark from your eye

Light a fire in your heart

Burn down your house

and show the world

Dear drunk...

come, paint the town red

Everything in this life is really...

truly, surreally,

habitually, eternally...

Take a seat.

Everything in this life is really...

truly, surreally,

habitually, eternally and...

What are you doing?

- I'm composing a song.

- You compose songs all the time?

I'm a poet.

- You laugh all the time?

- I'm a girl.

Are you comfortable over here?

If you need anything, tell me.

You shall have it.

Could you give me what I require?

If am unable to do so,

you could tell father.

What's the point?

Everything is

available in Telangan.

But I cannot have

my country in Telangan.

That breeze,

that water, my own people.

Those packed streets,

those familiar markets.

A city to others and heaven to me.

Even my mother sighs

this way for her country.

But she was a queen over there.

She isn't a queen over here.

You were a poet over there

and you're a poet over here too.

Who is preventing you

from composing poetry?

You can compose day and night.

Here is a waterfall,

here are some lotuses, birds here...

flowers over here

and shrubs over here.

Take a look at these

and compose a song.

Poems and songs are composed...

when lovely people say lovely

things in their own free country.

This is not my country...

and my lips cannot utter

the language of my heart here

- Are you married?

- No.

Lies.

In that case,

take it for granted that it is.

That's why your

heart isn't over here.

I need something to

keep my heart here.

If you...

Keep your heart under control.

And if a person doesn't

have a heart, what should he do?

Never mind.

You don't know what love is.

People say love

is a kind of malady.

No, Vilasvati,

love is the awakening of youth.

But youth is a dream.

If youth is a dream

then this too is a dream.

And you will understand

this when you get married.

- You're going to marry Satyashdeh, aren't you?

- Yes.

Don't you get butterflies

in your stomach when you see him?

- No.

- Too bad!

- Have you ever read a play?

- No.

- That's even worse. A book of poems?

- No!

- Then you should read one.

- Who will read it to me?

I will read it to you. Look, I

will read Shakuntala to you first.

What will you read, Rashnidhi?

Vilasvati wishes

to read Shakuntala.

Shakuntala? Good. What's the harm?

Beauty and youth. Youth and beauty.

It's an old story.

Beauty and youth.

Everywhere you look there

is a shadow of beauty and youth.

You've come.

Welcome. I was waiting for you.

- You were waiting for me?

- I was confident you would come.

You were certain I would come?

But what's the reason

for this confidence?

Never once has it happened

in Vallabh's life...

that he has extended

a hand towards something...

and that thing hasn't

come running to him.

Be thankful you didn't extend

your hand towards the moon.

Mrinalvati, why don't you look

at facts in the light of truth?

Look, I extended

my hand to the moon...

and the moon is

standing in front of me.

And this moon no

longer has the courage...

to escape from me

and return to its place.

Munj, your talks are sinful.

Everything I say is full of poetry.

There is a vast difference

between poetry and sin.

But you have adopted asceticism.

You can understand asceticism.

But what is poetry...

what is love,

what is magic of youth...

what is the secret

of beauty and loveliness?

You still do not understand that.

Do you know why a bee

palpitates for a flower?

Do you know why a

moth dies for a flame?

Do you know why the partridge

leaps towards the moon?

If not, then sit here and ask me.

I can answer everything.

I haven't come here to sit.

I am here to teach you something.

Teach me what you wish to teach me.

But know this before

you teach me anything...

I was the son of a orphan

Rashpati Vallabh.

Leopards have nursed me,

elephants have patted me to sleep.

I have begged for

alms and donated crown.

I have sucked the blood of the

rich and I have bled for the poor.

I studied texts and

scriptures and meditated.

And I studied the art of makeup...

and enjoyed the

pleasures of life.

Now you teach me what's remaining.

Mrinalvati, what can you teach me?

There's a lot you

need to learn yourself.

You haven't enjoyed

the Spring of life as yet.

You haven't understood

the secrets of a moonlit night.

You haven't sung

songs of love as yet.

You haven't experienced

youth as yet.

And you haven't

embraced your lover...

and understood happiness.

You are offending a recluse

by saying such things to her.

No, pretty lady, Prithvi Vallabh

never offends a pretty lady.

And especially not the

woman who is his queen of hearts.

Sinner! How dare you!

Is anyone there?

Burn his hands.

Excuse me.

Burn his hands.

What will you gain

by burning my hands?

They got burned

just by touching you.

Burn my heart if

you must burn something.

Silence! Hurry up!

Grab him!

Why do you need to grab me?

Here. Burn it.

Stop it!

Is that it? So soon?

Had I known you would

be pleased so easily...

I would have burned

my hands myself.

You would have no discomfort,

nor would your men.

You will see what happens tomorrow.

And you will see what

happens tomorrow evening.

What will happen tomorrow evening?

To understand the secrets of life

and youth you will return to me.

But Mrinalvati, bring some

ointment with you tomorrow.

You need not worry so much.

Just state what you want

and believe me it will be done.

Then summon him to

the court tomorrow...

and get him to wash your feet.

I do not want his name

to be with him.

Very well.

Tomorrow people will look him,

they'll say he is so big.

It is so great!

'Would he be willing

to wash my brother's feet?'

'Will my brother able

to snatch him proud.'

'Will my wish be fulfilled?

But what is my wish?'

'I do not know what my wish is.'

'I don't understand

what it is that I want.'

'I do not know what to ask for.'

He has offended me. Execute him!

What are you looking at?

Finish him!

Hold it! Executing an unarmed

man this way is cowardice.

But...

The court has come to an end today.

Munj's fate will be decided later.

What is the meaning of this?

It means if you

had executed him now...

you would have gained

notoriety for eternity.

I have gained notoriety even now.

A man does not gain notoriety

by holding strength in captivity.

One makes a good name.

But what is the harm

in having him executed?

There is great harm.

A king can't be attacked

anywhere but on the battlefield.

If he didn't wash your feet...

you could sentence

him to something else.

He can't be held in prison.

He cannot be executed.

So exactly what should we do?

Apparently you no

longer have faith in me.

When did I say that?

Then leave this task to me.

I shall make everything better.

I don't understand.

You will. You will.

Look here.

This is the tunnel.

Vilas's mother told the truth.

We have done it!

The king will be shocked.

He will state that

you are brave. A hero.

Go out. If there's any danger,

toss a pebble towards me.

I'll be alerted.

The doors to heaven

have opened up to the world

Elixir is pouring in

every city and every path

There is dissipation everywhere

The doors to heaven

have opened up to the world

It is the season

of magic in the world

Everyone is glowing afresh

Flowers are abloom

and so are thorns

It is such an awesome Spring

The doors to heaven

have opened up to the world

A glimmer of hope

is aroused in the mind

Darkness is shed

The conscience was aroused

when the world awoke

There's no limit to his glory

The doors to heaven

have opened up to the world

Vilasvati, so you've started singing

fake songs composed by poets?

When did I sing?

Apparently you're hearing things.

Either I'm hearing things

or your mouth is blowing off.

Did you wish to see me?

No, I did not wish to see you.

You asked to see me.

- I forgot.

- Don't come any closer.

So why did you come here?

I came here to learn

Shakuntala from Guru.

I don't think Guru will be

able to teach you Shakuntala today.

So why did you want to see me?

I wanted to see you so I could

request your permission to leave.

I'll be going home.

When?

Today.

And when will you return?

Does a bird that's freed from

the cage ever return to the cage?

If it fell in love with something

in the cage it could return.

Independence is a bad thing.

- Bondage is bad too.

- Love is bondage.

You were the one who said,

love is a bondage...

and the world goes

crazy over that bondage.

Poets consider this

bondage a great gift.

Songs of this bondage

echo through the entire world.

Ponder that and tell me...

whether or not the

bird will return to the cage.

The bird says no.

Then the bird is selfish.

He will forget the cage the

moment he is distanced from it.

The cage is made of iron.

It won't feel the

separation from the bird.

Sure, the cage is made of iron,

but its heart isn't made of iron.

So why doesn't the cage go

to the bird's country with the bird?

The sparrow is willing but

do the bird's wings have nerve?

Let the cage know that

the bird's wings have the nerve.

Then let the bird also

know that the cage is willing.

Vilas.

The bird is flying

off to its country

You have great pride

in your country

What's so special

about your country?

Due to what, oh bird...

Due to what, oh bird,

you don't like other lands?

What is your country like,

oh bird?

My country is incredibly classy

Trouble stays away

from my country

My country is a piece of heaven

It is prospering always

The bird is flying

off to his country

There will be

difficulties in the way

They will scare you

every step of the way

We will be like stars

and fly from above

Our Gods will help us

Our Gods will help us.

Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh

The bird is flying

off to his country

What is going on over here?

I asked you what

is going on over here.

Don't you know this temple

is only for the people of Rajpur?

I didn't come to the temple.

I came here to meet Vilasvati.

Why?

Her father saved my life

so I felt I should meet her.

You have no business here!

Go on your way.

Tell your father to release me.

I shall leave right away.

I said, go!

I must drop Vilasvati

off at her house.

Vilasvati can go

home herself. Scram!

Vilasvati,

you shouldn't speak to such people.

He is not a bad person.

You are the future

queen of this country.

You should not mingle

with bards and poets.

Where the king and queen

get habituated to song and poetry...

the country heads

for destruction.

What does this man know

besides falsehood and flattery?

Is poetry and falsehood

one and the same?

- Yes, it is one and the same. Get it?

- Got it.

Crying over every little thing

is a sign of weakness, Vilasvati.

You should have

control over your mind.

Goodbye.

When your magic hands touch me...

you apply ointment to my

hand but my mind is uplifted.

Your eyes are playful.

Your attitude is playful.

Sometimes you apply ointment...

and sometimes you wound me.

Mrinalvati, being coy

this way won't do any good.

Tell me what you've

got on your mind.

Nothing.

Lies. You are wondering

where this love was before.

Shall I answer that?

Waiting for your lover

your love went into hibernation.

Your lover came along

and the love was aroused.

Now that your love is aroused,

don't suppress it in your heart.

- Let it come to the lips.

- I am not a man.

What do you mean?

When a man's love is aroused,

it talks and makes claims.

When a woman's love is aroused,

it remains silent...

and sacrifices.

Mrinal, whether a man

is in love or a woman...

there is only one rule to it.

When it is aroused,

it is happy, it smiles, it chirps...

and it never thinks

of the consequences in the future.

Do you understand, highness?

- May I ask you something?

- Go ahead.

When you called me

'Your Highness' today...

why did you keep your hands away?

It seems to me you want

to burn my other hand too.

But I am not such an imbecile.

Please forgive me,

I made a blunder.

What are you doing?

In my country a woman

never apologizes to her lover.

But the rules in your homeland

seem to be backwards.

- So I should follow your rules hereafter?

- Undoubtedly.

Now that you are my queen...

you should follow

the rules of my homeland.

Then you should

apologize to me now.

I should apologize?

But what is my fault?

Your fault is that

you disrupted my austerity.

Well, Mrinal, in that case

you haven't understood love as yet.

Love, too, is a kind of austerity

which produces happiness.

And every person on

earth wishes to be happy.

Any person who flees

from happiness is ill.

Until now you were ill and

you were looking for treatment...

of your illness in

austerity and detachment.

But you have got rid

of your illness today.

Now tell me, are you or

aren't you experiencing euphoria?

- No.

- That means 'yes'.

When a woman says 'no' at

the beginning, it means 'yes'.

How do you know this?

You aren't a woman.

I am not a woman but I

am surely an astrologer to women.

Really?

And now this astrologer is

asking his queen to sit here.

- May I sit here as well?

- No.

Very well.

When a woman says no at

the beginning, it means yes.

- Good day.

Prithvi Vallabh,

I should leave now.

What if someone finds out?

Finds out?

We aren't committing a sin.

You are so fearless.

You don't worry about anyone.

Slaves and weak people worry.

You are truly Prithvi Vallabh.

- You refused to believe it earlier.

- I believe it now.

Do I have permission to leave now?

- When will you return?

- Tomorrow.

Tomorrow will come by after years.

Then I shall appear

the moment you think of me.

- Tonight?

- I shall come.

- Your highness.

- Who is it? Prince Bhoj.

I am not Prince Bhoj.

I am poet Rashnidhi.

If I was Bhoj,

I'd be captive along with you.

Very good, Mr. Rashnidhi.

Are you alone?

I too am here, your highness.

You have come too? Very good.

I thought poets could only

make their way into hearts.

But now I know even stones

in the soil make way for them.

Well, let me welcome you.

Your highness, there's no time.

Let's get out of here.

I have planned an escape

through this tunnel.

King Bhillam,

Laxmi and Vilas are awaiting us.

King Bhillam.

The defeated king of Seelam.

Yes, your highness.

He is supporting me?

What's so surprising about that?

But he is Tailap's friend.

And he hopes to see his

daughter as the queen of Telangan.

If not Telangan he can hope she

becomes the queen of Avantipur.

Oh!

That's right, your highness.

Instead of Satyashray...

he is willing have his

daughter marry Prince Bhoj.

Very good, Bhoj. It is great news...

that you entered Tailap's house

and slapped him in his face.

Very good.

And royal poet, have you

found a woman for yourself too?

No, your highness. What can I do?

I feel very sorry

for your condition.

You have lost your youth very soon.

Let's go. We're losing time.

If we lose this opportunity...

- If someone comes...

- The two of you leave for now.

I'll remain here until tomorrow.

Why? What's going

to happen tomorrow?

Someone is going to come to me.

Who have you found over here,

your highness?

The queen mother of Telangan.

Tailap's sister.

- Mrinalvati?

- Yes, Mrinalvati.

Why, Dhananjay?

What are you thinking?

I am wondering how

the stone got a hole in it.

When you can make a hole in the

stone, I am, after all, your king.

But, your highness,

if you leave now...

couldn't Mrinalvati

come to Avantipur?

She can come.

But I cannot leave without her.

You are still a child.

- Shall we return tomorrow night?

- Yes.

Both Mrinal and I shall

go with you tomorrow.

- Goodbye, your highness.

- Goodbye.

He is truly a man whom

the world must rise up to see.

He lost the battle but

he hasn't lost his pluck.

Even his defeat is

greater than our victory.

Ordinary people just

cannot understand...

what Prithvi Vallabh is doing.

Prithvi Vallabh is in thought.

Let him think.

Prithvi Vallabh's

queen wishes to know...

what Prithvi Vallabh is thinking.

And Prithvi Vallabh has no right to

try to keep anything from his queen.

Prithvi Vallabh is thinking

how to play this love match.

Exactly as he is.

That's just the problem.

There is no problem.

We will find some solution

in a few days time.

Mrinal, I am captive over here.

Your brother is my foe.

If anyone finds out,

this love story will end.

Then find a way.

There are ways,

but will you join me?

Tell me.

The first solution would

be that you forget me.

The second option?

The second option is that you

kill Tailap and occupy the throne.

He is my parents' son.

The third solution?

The third option is

that we run underground.

- I don't understand.

- You don't understand? Look over there.

What have you decided?

I accept.

- How about tomorrow night?

- Okay.

- Hello.

- Long live.

- Hello.

- Prithvi Vallabh hasn't come?

- No.

- Why not?

- What can I say? He said tomorrow.

Will there be an eclipse tonight?

The things is...

Don't tell this to anyone.

Mrinalvati is in

love with the king.

She will be accompanying

us tomorrow.

What are you saying?

Love at that age?

The era of life is here

I spotted the sun in the dark.

And I yearned for it

The era of life is here

The garden is abloom

after wilting

Every fibre of my

being is alive again

The sleeping land has arisen

She is dressed so beautifully

The era of life is here

The era of life

is the era of love

Do not think of the

consequences of love

To hell with the consequences

Let your dream come first

Ahead life is happy

Behind is darkness of shadow

The era of life is here

You don't seem to be

offended by my singing today?

No.

Why not?

Why are you keeping it from me?

I know everything.

No, Charini. You know nothing.

The master of a dark house

thought darkness was everything.

Today he has seen the moon.

A citizen of a depressed state

thought crying was everything.

Today he has seen a smile.

A bud has shed its veil today.

A flower has? Today.

A sleeping garden has

dreamt of spring today.

Charini.

I told you before Munj

has lost the battle...

and you will lose your heart.

Charini...

trust me.

But it should come to something.

If there is nothing then

prepare to discreetly escape.

This is the day of

your victory or defeat.

If you escape you

will be victorious.

If you remain then

you will be defeated.

- Does that mean I must talk now?

- Yes.

I'm afraid if I leave

with Prithvi Vallabh...

I will be neither here nor there.

I have wealth in

my hands over here.

I will only have Prithvi

Vallabh over there.

And even he won't be in my power.

I will be in his power.

Will that be victory or defeat?

Until now you've been wandering

in the dry afternoon of life.

He has blended the colors

of life in your life.

Will you be able to give

up those nights? Think about it.

I have other fears too.

Prithvi Vallabh is young,

handsome and astute.

And he is a? Of youth.

If he takes me to his

kingdom and leaves me...

what will become of me?

Mrinalvati, love is a gamble. It

is wagered. It is not considered.

I am afraid, Charini.

Love leaves the place

where there is fear.

This is for the brave.

For the weak it is a sin.

I have made up my mind.

Prithvi Vallabh will continue

to remain in captivity.

Your highness, come along.

Hold it, Rashnidhi.

Let Mrinal come.

But, your highness,

it wouldn't be wise to delay.

Slowly. Very softly.

Footsteps should not be heard.

Listen, it appears as

though the secret is out.

Leave immediately.

But you come along too,

your highness.

I cannot leave alone

without Mrinalvati.

How can I leave

you behind in danger?

Do not worry, Bhoj.

This is not the time for bravado.

It is time to be shrewd and astute.

Go to Avantipur immediately.

And as soon as possible assemble

and army and mount an attack.

And get me out of here

with dignity, Bhoj. With dignity.

I see. So you wanted to escape.

I did not need your

permission for it.

So why didn't you leave?

I am the master of my mind.

I'm not a slave to anyone.

I am Prithvi Vallabh.

You will know that when you

will be trampled by an elephant.

So do it. I have been hearing

your threats for many days now.

You won't hear it much longer.

Guards, stay alert!

Let's go, Chaudhary!

- Prithvi Vallabh has been caught.

- He's caught?

- How are our men doing?

- They have left.

And Vilas?

She's waiting for you.

We should escape tomorrow.

It would be a big

thing if you leave today.

But Prithvi Vallabh is left.

I've arranged for horses on

the other side of the tunnel.

Take this sword.

It'll come in handy.

Tell Vilas I shall meet her.

- Okay. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

You haven't seen Rashnidhi,

have you?

No. What's the matter?

You are telling lies.

I have seen him. He went this way.

The secret is out.

His highness cannot come.

You leave immediately.

But what will become of highness?

Hold it!

Could you tell us where

the prince has gone?

Yes. He went that way.

Behind the Rashnidhi.

Please protect him, God!

Before leaving, tell us

what you will tell your father.

Vilas!

I killed Vilas.

- You killed her?

- Yes. She didn't deserve to live.

So you killed my daughter!

- Did you hear what I said?

- Yes, I heard.

And you remain quiet

even after hearing it?

Alright. You worship the

royalty.♪♪♪♪$$$$$%%%%%$$$$$♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

And what can a royalty

worshipper do but remain silent?

So move forward and

fall on your knees.

Fold your hands.

Take the soil from under his

feet and apply it on your forehead.

He is brave.

He has killed your only daughter.

It seems like a maid

has nursed you, not a queen.

How else is it possible...

that your daughter's

killer is in front of you...

and you aren't

chopping his head off?

I ask you,

what are you gazing at in the air?

I ask you,

what are you gazing at in the air?

Laxmi, I know you

are livid at this time.

But being livid does not

mean you can lose your senses.

Think about what you are saying.

I am saying that...

my daughter wanted

to flee with Bhoj with my blessings.

And the punishment is death.

But even you wanted

to flee with Munj...

without your brother

and king's permission.

Laxmi!

So why is your head still

secure on your shoulders?

Laxmi!

Who says aunt wanted

to flee with Munj?

- I say so.

- You are telling lies.

If aunt intended

to flee with Munj...

she would not

order me to catch him.

And I swear by God she is

the one who sent me to catch him.

Why don't you say something?

Why don't you shut her up?

Why don't you say this is a lie?

Yes. Say it. This is a lie.

Say this is a lie. Say it.

Say this is a blemish

on your pious life.

Say this is the

greatest sin of our era.

You see? She won't say it.

Therefore she admits

what I said is true.

It means at this ripe age

she wanted to flee with Munj...

the enemy of the state.

Lift your sword now...

and attack her throat

to save your honor.

And I shall witness

you saving your honor.

King Bhillam,

take Laxmi away at this time.

Take me away from here!

Else I will drink his blood.

He killed my daughter.

Come on, let's go.

Come. Who is our in this country.

- King Bhillam. You summoned your soldiers over here?

- Yes.

Have you lost your mind?

- What?

- You and your soldiers can't leave.

I shall see who has

the power to prevent me!

I shall prevent you.

A man can harness water and wind...

but nobody can harness

tempest and storm.

Move away!

Bring the horses and weapons.

We are going to our country now.

Right this minute

Come, milady. Let's go.

Stop. Shut the gates

leading out of the city.

Thank God you are alive!

King Bhillam!

Mother!

Tell me, royal poet,

what should we do now?

King Bhillam,

Bhoj is young, I am a poet.

You are our king at this time.

Just command us and

we shall follow it.

Let him go.

You go assemble an army.

I shall assemble my soldiers.

We shall meet here

eight days from now.

And the eighth day will be

a day of destruction for Tailap.

- Greetings.

- Bless you. You have arrived in time, prince.

How could I not?

Today is the eighth day.

Still I feel we have tarried.

I pray to God your

feelings are unfounded.

There is only one

solution for that.

We should mount

an attack right now.

Land of God! Rules of justice!

Command of the royal court!

This is to inform all citizens...

Munj, the prisoner of war will

make his final plea to Mrinalvati.

After which he will be

publicly trampled by an elephant.

She chants God's

name and does injustice.

Has our king forgotten...

this very Munj spared

his life sixteen times?

And Munj is being

victimized this way today!

What is the motive

behind this victimization?

The motive is simply

that Munj is brave.

Even in this condition

look at the pride...

with which he's headed

towards the elephant.

Mrinalvati, your brother

says I should appeal to you.

But I wonder what you can give me.

You've already given

me everything you had.

Being scared like this will not do.

The world will say Prithvi

Vallabh taught Mrinalvati to love...

but he didn't teach

her how to control her mind.

Be brave.

Give him charity.

Please forgive me.

This is my fault.

I am the cause of your death.

You are so innocent.

You are mistaken if you

think I am dying because of you.

If your brother feels he is

killing me then he too is mistaken.

The date and time of my death

was preordained before I was born.

No, no! I will not let you die!

Citizens of Telangan,

look at your king's gallantry.

He is wreaking vengeance

on his sister in lieu of me.

He is not the least

bit ashamed of himself.

Shut up!

It is God's doing! A hyena

is telling a tiger to be silent.

You can say anything you please...

but this very hyena

will emerge victorious today.

Your eyes are at fault here,

not you.

Bhoj is assembling

an army in Avantipur.

King Bhillam is preparing

to avenge me in Seelam.

The subjects of your

state do not support you.

In your house,

your sister doesn't support you.

The pride in your heart

doesn't support you either.

Who has won? You or me.

You will find out right now.

You wanted to repress me

but you failed to do so.

You wanted to take away

my pride but you failed to do so.

You wanted to be known as

a good person to your subjects...

but your subjects

are abusing you.

And each one of your

people has respect for me.

Tell me who won. You or me.

Look over there. Now tell

me who is victorious. You or me.

When you were facing death...

had you gone and

embraced it then...

not only me, the entire

world would believe you won.

But you didn't have

the guts and so you lost.

And I... I see my death

in front of me and I am smiling.

And no warrior on earth has the power

to wipe the smile off my face.

So whether you admit to it or not...

but the world

today is saying this...

and the world

tomorrow will say it...

Tailap lost in battle

and Prithvi Vallabh won.

Bluffing your way will do no good.

Take him away!

Do not disgrace Prithvi Vallabh.

He will walk to

his death on his legs.

And you will see Prithvi

Vallabh's death is just as grand...

as the life he led.

Why? Are you afraid?

If Prithvi Vallabh gets

scared the world will?

So why did you stop?

I was thinking,

Laxmi will go to Vishnu.

Fame and fortune

will go to the brave.

But Saraswati won't find

any place after my death.

Where will the poor thing go?

King of elephants, the king

of all kings is facing you today.

Salute him.

Mahout, my elephant

is showing disrespect to me.

Tears in your eyes?

Move forward.

Bring the elephant forward.

Your highness, please accept

this last gift from this maiden.

Mahout, if you love your life

then move the elephant immediately.

Do not hurry.

You aren't to blame for this.

Prithvi Vallabh commands

you to carry out your duty.

Hail Mahakaal!

Stop, mahout!

Stop! Stop, mahout!

Hail Mahakaal!

Father.

Stop, mahout!

Long live Prithvi Vallabh.

Wow! His death was

just as heroic as his life.

You are blessed, Mrinalvati.

You died in such

a brave man's arms.

Bhoj!

Stayashey,

shut the gates of the fort.

Take him away.

The place for a coward is

under the feet of a rogue elephant.

Victory to king Bhoj!

Victory! Victory!

God, my first victory has

raised my head in the world today.

Therefore I bow my head to you.

And I pray to you, the way

my father's head never bowed...

to anyone till the time he died...

similarly all my life my

head will bow to nobody but you.

Victory to you!

Victory to your devotees.

Victory to king Bhoj!

Prithvi Vallabh (1943) - full transcript