Sambhavtaha (2017) - full transcript

A farmer becomes a mutineer in order to save his beloved farmland from becoming a concrete jungle.

Welcome.

Please sit.

Vinoba...

What's all this?

Nothing much.

Just curry and bread.

And a lot of country!

You have two sons right?

No.

I have two daughters.

Do they go to school?



Yes.

And you must be the sole bread
earner in the family?

I was just ten years old...

when my father passed away.

I had to work as a tar mixer in a road
construction company to make ends meet.

Look at my blackened palms.

Our father...just refuses to grow old!

Because your father isn't a farmer!

Cheer up Vinoba.

Good days are just around the corner.

Please eat.

Cheers.

What a good-looking onion.

We call it the king of Laasalganv!



Knife?

What for?

Makes you cry...our onion!

Vinoba...

Vinoba...

Let's talk about your land.

My wife believes...

That I have an affair with my land

because I spend most of my time with it.

That I only come back
to her in the night.

She often tells me that
I should sleep with my land only!

Then why don't you?

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I do.

Sometimes with the sugarcane
spread in two acres,

sometimes with the onions,

and at times with the uncultivated.

What pleasure do you get out of that?

Dhere sir...

hand me over that tab.

Take a look.

Vinoba.

How's the project?

Amazing right?

Sir what do you call that game...

where a bunch of players
keep beating a ball with their feet?

Football.

That is what has become of us - a ball!

Only the kicker keeps changing.

A player wants to build a dam,

he kicks us in the back

and we land up in Aurangabad.

Another wants to lay a broad gauge,

so he rolls us far away to Shahpur!

Now a new player wants
to build a highway.

So give us one in the backside again!

You're about to make millions

what's the harm in taking
an odd kick in the butt?

O onion...
O potato...

where do you belong?

O onion...
O potato...

where do you belong?

My daughter says

They belong to the earth.

It is their village,

They belong to the earth.

It is their village,

their taluk and district.

They remain the sons of soil

They remain the sons of soil

even after their umbilical
cord with the earth is cut.

even after their umbilical
cord with the earth is cut.

Jagan.

Some more?

No no.

You planning to get us drunk or what?

We have to go to the other villages too.

Come on. Stay for a while.

That's enough.

Sir

land isn't going to run away somewhere.

And even if it does

you will chase her down!

Right.

Take his signature.

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What?

Make him sign.

Vinoba...

Sir
I have an idea.

Build the highway over my head!

What say Jagan?
Good idea right?

I will stand like a pillar.

Let the highway curve over my head.

Dhere sir.

I will convince all farmers.

We will all stand stiff like pillars.
And won't even move an inch.

Build highway over our heads.

Enough with your tales of woe.

Let's get done with this.

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Fine.

This file contains the
signed documents of my land.

Aye Vinoba.

Where are you going?

Vinoba.

Vinoba.

The government is giving
a high compensation

what else do you want?

Why are you insulting sahebs?

Aye leave him.

Motherfuckers!

Have you ever asked us what we want?

Vinoba

let's sit and talk.

We won't take your
land against your wishes.

I told you all my documents
are there in that file.

But I have a condition.

Aye

I can fell sugarcane from
a hundred feet away with this sickle.

You better stay where you are.

Brother...

Let him go.

What's the condition?

One of you must hang himself right here.

Commit suicide!

Fucker

why don't you hang yourself?

You farmers are anyways used to it.

Aye...

Don't you dare hurt him

he's my baby brother.

Tell your saheb to hang himself then!

Vinoba we are servants of the government

Just following the orders.

Good. Tell your junior to hang himself.

Dhere sir...

Are you out of your mind?

You dimwit.

Your brother is your business.

Sir he will cut my brother's throat.

Dhere sir.

Sir

the car keys are lying here.

What are you doing?

Leave me.

What's the hurry sir?

Drink it sir.

Drink.

Have your last one.

Where were you going?

Do you want to live for hundred years?

You're retiring soon anyway

let me retire you now!

Should I?

Let go.

I've waited so long.

Now let me sit on your
chair for a while.

Put the noose in his neck.

Sorry sir...

Let go.

Click a picture.

Closer.

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What?

Go close!

Go on.

Show everyone...

whose neck is in the noose now.

Send this photo across to the world

and whatapp me as well!

O saheb...

Don't forget to take my file.

(NOTHING)
My younger one sketches very well!

Who was it?

What happened?

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Dogs.

Scared them away with the sickle!

Can't cut an ordinary sugarcane

and you are doing
antics with the sickle!

Go to sleep.

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