Upkar (1967) - full transcript

"It is the slogans necessary
for our nation...

that I reiterate before you.

I hope you will raise the
slogan after me."

Long live the soldiers!

Long live the farmers!

So sacred and pure
is this land...

on which culture first
made its mark.

And whose light spread
far and wide.

This is a story
of this very land...

of this very nation
...of India.

Malang uncle!
Malang uncle!



Wake up! It's daytime
already!

Another day, eh?

Look at that, Bharat!

Dhaniram, the hypocrite, is
praying to the rising Sun.

No one cares for
the Sun that is setting.

Why not?
- You'll know that...

when you grow up.

What if I don't?

I'll shave off my beard and
call you my elder instead!

But I want you to wake me up
all the time.

What if I don't?
- I'll continue sleeping.

Should I still not
awaken you?

I'll never awaken,
in that case.

Take this lamp, for example.
It is lit, when I light it.



Similarly, I wake up,
when you awaken me.

You're philosophizing again,
aren't you?

You'll find people lecturing
you over food...

but there's no lecture
over lecture itself!

Which is why I speak my mind!
Okay?

Go on now... you're getting
late for school.

My God!

You're a butcher...
not a barber!

My hands waver when I'm
dealing with a customer...

who's using my services
on credit.

Well, all right.
Get on with you work.

I gave your sons a
haircut, Mr. Sundarlal.

I haven't been paid for it.
- How much is the money?

It's only 3 annas!
- Only 3 annas?!

D'you realize the worth...

of this blood that
you've made me lose?

It took 2 big boxes of
clarified butter...

to create so much of blood.
How much would that cost?

You're going to be
the loser...

if you insist on talking business.
Get on with your work!

Hold it! Wait...

Hello, dear!

Mind your business, Sunder!

But, of course! You roast
the grains...

and I sell them!

You've got going so early
in the day, haven't you?

Welcome, O Father
of the Village!

I thought I'd have some
buttermilk in your house.

Buttermilk?!
- Why? Is something wrong?

We've never had yogurt in the
house, since my wife died.

How'd we have
buttermilk, then?

Never mind... I can have it
in the marketplace instead.

Give me the money, then.

You've nicked me again!
Here you are...

Take it, Labbu. It's for the
shave you've given him.

I'll have the buttermilk
with Ramu in the fields.

Say, Ramu! Why are you quiet?
What're you thinking of?

It's you I'm thinking of.
- Me?!

Why don't you get
married again, Krishna?

Marry again?
- Of course!

For your daughter's sake.
You may not need a wife.

But your little girl
will need a mother.

You're right, Ramu.

But what happens my daughter
doesn't have a mother...

even after I marry again?

Don't talk about yourself.

There's hardly anyone
in the world...

who's been happy after
a second marriage!

Not every woman is like
your wife, Radha...

who'd shower more affection
on her stepson, Bharat...

than she gives her
own son, Puran.

I was told, too, that the
Stepmother...

would make life
miserable for Bharat.

But the affection Radha
has for Bharat...

has silenced everyone!

Radha! You've been hearing
your praise in silence, eh?

Let's eat, Bhishen!

Go ahead. I'll free
the animals.

Greetings, Lalaji!

Greetings, yourself.

How are you, Radha?

Please have lunch
with us, Lalaji.

It's you people who are
my diet, my friend...

I mean, it's your
yield.

Get on with the harvest
as soon as possible...

so I give you some money,
and keep a penny for myself.

Right, Lakhpati?
- Right ho!

It's only when my boss
gets his penny...

will he give a coin
to this manager!

Why worry, Lalaji? I could
let you have two pennies!

A lakhpati (millionaire) by
name and a pauper at heart!

I'll buy you a cot instead!

But you'd rather be
working at a place...

where they're honest.
Understand?

You shouldn't be hopping
around at everyplace.

You have just one leg.
Take care you keep it!

There are lectures on
rations...

but no rations on lectures!

Which is why I always
speak my mind!

Besides, I straighten out
guys with my kicks!

Let's go, Ramu.
I'll eat with you instead.

Dhaniram lives only
on money.

How was that? Didn't
I let him have it?

Believe me, sister...
I'm not lying.

I'll now mend my ways and will
never be a bad man again.

I swear by you.

This is the last time
I've been to prison.

Forgive me this once.
I assure you...

you will be ashamed to
call me your brother again.

You've been saying that
all the while.

I swear by God
this time!

You've always sworn.

But why are you assuring me
this time?

Whom can I call my own,
but you, Radha?

You're the only one I have...
my flesh and blood.

Come to the point.
What do you want?

I swear! I want nothing!
All I wanted to know...

is when is the festival
of "Raakhi"?

Can I come to have the sacred
thread tied on my wrist?

Raakhi is still six
months away.

Sit down while I go and
get some buttermilk for you.

You're a gem of a person,
Radha.

Keep my jewelry back there!
Or else...

Get out!

Shameless man! Don't step
in this house ever again!

We have nothing to do
with you anymore!

Thank God, Bharat saw you
stealing the ornaments...

and hurried to tell me.
Or else...

Get out, I say
Get out!

Mother!

Well, you brat!

Couldn't you shut up for
some more time?!

Why should I?
- Why should you?!

You bastard! I'll beat you
black and blue today!

Why did you squeal
to your Mom?

Why did you steal?

You call me a thief?!

Father!
- Call your old man!

I'll deal with both of you!

Mother!

You scoundrel! You dare raise
your hands on my son?!

Father!

My son! Step aside!

Father!

Father!

Father!

Don't worry, Radha.

Your fields will always be
ploughed, so long as I live.

I will plough them for you.

I can't help you plough
the fields, Kishan.

But I can fetch food for you
in the fields...

serve you well, and even
guard the yields.

Man can achieve everything...

but you're never through
with what you're saying.

I speak the truth, Kishan.

These kids will repay you,
once they are grown up.

Go ahead, kids...
It's time for your school.

Take Puran along, Bharat.

Bharat! Bharat!
Where are you?

What is it, Som and Mangal?

There's a letter from your
brother in the city!

What does it say?

My brother has passed his
tests this month.

Well, guys... do you know
what it means to "pass"?

No.

Why don't you move further
from Class 6?

You don't want us to spoil our
father's reputation, do you?

How is that?
- Listen.

Suppose we study more than
our father has...

won't we subjecting him
to a lot of ridicule?

But he'd be happy if you
studied hard and succeed!

You are educated. But you
still slog in the fields.

We've got to handle our
father's business, right?

Till our aunt is at
the oven...

our old man won't allow
us in the shop!

The Major?

Greetings, Major.
- How are you, Bharat?

I'm fine. How are you?

I thought I'd meet you
before I left for the city.

Bharat! Lunch has arrived!
Do come over!

I'm coming over!

Let's have lunch
together, Major.

Sure. Let's go.
- Call the other men, too.

Come over, soldiers.
Let's have some food.

It was a coincidence that I met
you here, 5 months ago.

And we've had food together,
whenever I've met you.

But although I've invited
you to dinner so often...

you just don't find the
time from your farms!

I'll surely come over, once
Puran returns from the city.

It's only 15 minutes away.

The farmers must see how
the soldiers...

are making out
on the borders.

I see them, whenever
I'm passing by.

God willing, I'll surely
come over some day.

Greetings, Major!
- Greetings! How are you?

God is kind, I must say!

What will you have first?
The bread or the buttermilk?

I'll have them both
together.

Let me wash my hands.

There's a letter
from Puran, Mom.

He's said to have done very
well in his exams.

He has asked me to
send him 200 Rupees.

I'll fetch some money from the
post office, while you eat.

Please give it to Puran.

Wait, Bharat.

I'll give Puran the money
from my pocket.

You can repay me
when I return.

Don't you have faith in me...

that I'd really give
the money to Puran?

Faith? Faith binds human
beings together, Major.

Why me alone?

The nation pins its
hopes on you, Major.

All I was saying was that...
- Look at that, Bharat.

The plough and the gun.

You have faith in
our guns.

And we have faith
in the farmers.

Together, they're the faith
of the whole nation.

What's up, Puran?
You look glum.

Hasn't your brother sent
the money to you?

No! The money arrives
even before I need it!

The Major has given me
the money today itself.

Let's go, then!
- Where to?

From one place to another.

No, thank you. I'd rather
not waste any time.

With the exams ahead, we must
concentrate on our studies.

Studies, my foot!
You're a bookworm!

But your dreams aren't going
to be fulfilled by studies.

Studies alone can't buy you
cars and bungalows.

You must see the world
outside the hostel.

And change your name, too.

I'm sorry, but Puran is
terribly out-dated.

You must call yourself
Puran Kumar...

and have all the fun
with the new name.

This is my friend, Mr. Kumar.

And she is Kavita, who has
completed her studies...

in medicine only recently.

But she wants to stay
in the rural areas...

and gain experience
in medicine.

Haven't your brother and
his wife come today?

They're sitting there.

This is Mr. Kumar.
And this my uncle, Robin.

This is my brother
...and that's his wife.

Please come and sit down.

Welcome.

By day, you say we are all
tied to one another as humans.

And by nightfall...

you say these relationships
are all fake...

that they mean nothing.

Why do you say that?

I say only which I must.

But by nightfall, I speak
the truth.

I advise you, too...

do favors to everyone
as you must.

But think of yourself first.
Do you understand?

What does that mean?

Mean? I mean, you must be
careful of the ways of...

the world and the people
who inhabit it.

Well, never mind.
It's very late.

Go home. You've got to leave
for fields early tomorrow.

Here you are...

This is the money I owed you.

Can I have a sweetmeat?
- Sweet? Here you are...

Say, darling...
- What is it?

You've roasted so many grains
from my shop in your oven.

Heed my heart, too, darling!

Shame on you!

So when do we have
the wedding?

There's no one to stop
either of us!

If not your own old age,
think of mine!

She's right!

You?! What cursed hour was it
when you were born to me?!

It was the time when our
mother passed away, dad!

Talk to your father, boys.
Or else...

Or else?! What?

Will you stop roasting
my grains in your oven?

No! You'll stop getting
your supplies.

The old man has no vices.

But grains will undoubtedly
be stopped!

Shut up! You dare talk to
your father in that manner?!

Get lost!
Go on, both of you!

You, too!

When you get married,
do adopt these boys.

I'm fed up of them.

Had it not been for them...

how'd you have changed
the topic?

Stop teasing the old lady.
- But...

Do you understand?
- Sure! I do!

The doctor!
She has just arrived...

and she's already pestering
us to keep things covered!

Greetings, doctor!
- Greetings.

Just a moment, please!
Do listen to me!

Don't you know him?

No.

Then you'd better know him.

Or you can't get by
in the village.

This is Malang.
The free-bird.

Bless you, dear.

And this is Bharat.

They're the conscience-keepers
of the village.

Bharat has been
to High School.

He's the most educated farmer
in the district.

May I leave now?

Excuse me...
you're a guest in our village.

Should you need something,
do let us know.

You've lost weight. Don't
you eat well in the city?

You say that each time
I return from the city.

I'm fine, of course.

What are you doing here?
- I belong to this village.

But what are you doing here?

Didn't I say I've got to gain
experience in medicine...

in the villages?

You're here for experience
in medicine, then, are you?

That's my brother, Bharat.

I've already met him.

How do you manage here?

There's no club,
nor a restaurant?

Don't you get bored
with the monotony?

Not at all.

The clubs and restaurants
have their own place...

and life in the villages
has its own charm.

It's very peaceful here.

And the folks around here
are good, too.

I must leave now.
- Sure. See you soon.

It's only good people who
call others good, too.

These folks are as good
as they are rich, Bharat.

For all his riches, her
brother still does a job.

He's a top Central
Investigation officer.

Why did the doctor call you
Kumar and not Puran?

Puran is considered to be
an old and outdated name.

Kumar is the most
happening one.

So I thought I'd call
myself Kumar, too.

Father!

Are they doing a
favor to me?

Look where you're going!
You're gonna be fixed, too!

Know what?

I came here for some medicine
for my younger one and the...

lady-doctor says I mustn't
have anymore kids!

What else do I do?
- She said the same to me.

Really?
- Me, too.

Good God! She has said that
to all the women in town!

But why is she misleading us?

It's for your own welfare.
- Our welfare?!

Had you my welfare
at heart...

you'd have asked me to
bear a dozen kids!

A dozen kids?!
- Of course!

My grandma had 12 sons
and 4 daughters.

She was even given a reward
by the Government, for that.

But times have changed.

No one in the village
has 12 sons anymore.

How many children you have?
- I?!

A son and a daughter, a son
and a daughter...

I have 8 and was trying
to meet the challenge...

and you've started
lecturing me!

What does your husband do?

He's a clerk for Dhaniram.

How much does he earn?
- 140 Rupees.

But he's a millionaire
by name.

How do you manage?
- Easily!

We eat well and make merry!

I mean, how will you manage
once your children grow up?

What do you mean?
- I mean...

what about their marriages?
And their education?

We have a free-school for
kids in the village.

I could've gone, too.
But I felt shy.

If you only had 2 children,
instead of 8...

you could possibly have sent
one of them to college.

Come here.
- What is it?

See how happy they are,
with just two children.

Yes! They're all smiling!

Those who have many
children...

are in trouble themselves,
and so are the children.

They're all crying!
It's a bloody battlefield!

God! Isn't that what
happens in my house, too?

You're right. And listen...

They've all fled!
But never mind.

I understand a bit of what
you're saying, doctor.

The day I learn more, I'll
drag them all to you.

But I must leave now.
Good-bye.

They're scared of you.
But I'll drag them over.

Greetings, lady.
- How are you, Bharat?

Greetings!
- Puran?!

What funny clothes have
you got from the city?

Don't you have a loincloth
and a "kurta"?

We were listening
to you speak.

You have a nice way of
making them see reason.

You have commendable ideals.

The villagers praise
the doctor, and...

The doctor praises
the villagers!

That's good! Let's praise
each other.

There's no better way to
compromise with one's life.

But we must leave now.
Let's go, Puran.

Puran? So your name
is Puran, is it?

Actually, I'm known as Puran
in the village.

That's a better name.
- See that, Puran?

Only good people can
appreciate good things.

Bharat!
- Greetings, Lala!

Greetings, yourself.

Talk to them!
They've gone crazy!

What's wrong?

They refuse to sell
their harvest this year!

Nobody sells a harvest.
We sell the grains we grow.

And I sell grains, too.

Businessmen like you buy our
hard-earned grains cheap...

and hoard them
in your stores.

That leads to a scarcity of
foodgrains in the city.

You take advantage of
the situation...

and sell the grains at
four times the cost.

You use our sweat to
fleece the others, Lala!

I pay you, don't I?
You don't starve!

Then why must you worry
about others?

Talk to them!

They insist that they'll
do just what you say!

They're right, too.

This season, we will sell
our yield...

directly in the marketplace.

It's okay even if our
payments are delayed.

People will have to spend
less to buy the grains.

You may leave! We will not
sell our yield to you!

I see! So you're going to
hoard your yield...

like the other farmers, eh?

Hoard the yield?
What do you mean?

Ask Banwari! Ask the others!

Haven't they been stocking
the yield every year!

Ask them!

Is it true, Banwari?

And you, Shyamu?

What's gotten into you?

Look at the bust of this
great man, and you will know!

The dreams of such great
men are never fulfilled...

thanks to farmers like you
and businessmen like Dhaniram!

You have no right to do
this on a land...

where these men have
laid down their lives.

It's a national asset!

It's the people's property
which must reach them!

Forgive me, Bharat!

I swear! I'll never do
such a thing again!

Such a thing will never
be repeated again!

Have you heard them, Lala?

You may leave now!

What happens when word spreads
to the neighboring village?

Lt'll gradually spread
all over.

And no one will sell their
yield to us anymore.

You must always think
of the worst!

If I don't make money,
how will I pay you?

Then what are we to do?
- Do?

Bharat will simply
not see reason.

And nor will the others,
so long as he's around.

In that case...

Lakhpati!
Go and beg of Shyamu!

Plead with Banwari!
Or I'm going to lose face!

How am I going to face the
merchants in the city?!

Go and make them agree...

or your kids are
going to starve!

I have no children, Lakhpati!
You will inherit all I have!

Go on! Hurry up!

How are you, Lakhpati?

I'm in a hurry.
I'll talk to you later.

Greetings, Lala.
- Greetings. Sit down.

What brings you here?

I've returned to the
village after ages.

I thought I'd
look you up.

Is everything okay?

I need your blessings to
get things in order, Lala.

And I'll fix anyone...
you want me to.

What does that mean?

I didn't like the manner in
which Bharat spoke to you.

Times have changed, you know.
What can I do anyway?

You can do a lot.

I've spent 12 years
in the prison, Lala.

And I've sworn to myself
throughout the 12 years...

that I'd avenge myself, once
I was released from prison.

From whom?
- From Bharat.

How will you?
- With this!

Good God! Put it away!
It scares me!

Scared, eh?

No one will ever know!

I'll have avenged myself...

and you'll have accomplished
what you want, too.

No one will instigate
the villagers anymore.

This is my challenge!
- God bless my soul!

Give me the instructions.
- Instructions for what?

I'm a miserable man;
and you're wise man who...

can understand the
plight of others.

You can always tell me,
if you need some money.

Money flows like
water, Lala.

Before the streams
of money dry up...

here's what you want!

What've you been
thinking of?

I was only admiring your
photograph. It's beautiful.

Really? There's the rat
turned tiger, isn't it?

How is that?

You couldn't even the muster
courage to speak in the city.

Now that you've returned
to your village...

you've learnt to
weave a yarn, too.

I have always felt like
talking, Kavita.

But it was out of shyness
that I couldn't speak up.

Have you become
shameless now?

What's wrong in lavishing
praise, where it is due?

Your brother was right.
- What did he say?

"Let's praise each other"

"What better compromise with
life could one find?"

Never mind that.

My brother and his wife are
coming from the city tomorrow.

But I must leave now.
See you tomorrow.

Bharat...
- Yes?

Without tractors
or tube-wells...

doesn't farming require a lot
of hard work from you?

Every profession requires
hard work.

Besides, if a farmer
does not work...

where will the
grains come from?

My brother is happy with
the hard work he puts in.

But that ought to be a matter
of pride for you, too, Puran.

You're right.
But just look at him.

He's always slogging away,
like a pair of animals!

He's here before dawn.

And leaves the fields
after the sun has set.

Meaning?
- I mean...

even after giving farming
the best years of his life...

what has he stood to gain?

The sweat that stains
his soul?

You have never listened
to me, Bharat.

Let's have our say. And let's
have her opinion.

About what?

Bharat is an educated man and
has never been a shirker.

Why shouldn't the two of us
start a trade in the city...

that helps us improve
our lifestyle?

You can't neglect your culture
out of selfishness, Puran.

But I...
- Puran!

Why do you want to
settle in the city?

To make money and earn
a livelihood, isn't it?

People in the city may either
be employers or employees.

But they're all striving
to sate their hunger!

And you can sate your hunger
only with bread...

with the grains you grow
in these fields.

Our migration to the city
won't cause a famine!

If every farmer thought
in the manner you do...

do you know what
would happen?

You'd breed hunger here,
instead of human beings.

Our nation faces an acute
shortage of foodgrains.

We have to import
our sustenance.

While it is indeed a favor
of those who support us...

it's a matter of shame
for us...

that we lack foodgrains
in a land of farmers!

Who is responsible for
this state of affairs?

It's the farmers who love the city,
more than they revere their lands.

It's those who hoard
the foodgrains.

It's those who think
of growing more...

but never give a thought
to the growing population!

Concentrate on the
fields, Puran!

You know what the two
of us can do together?

Double our income?!
- Not the income...

we can have double
the yield!

When we work together
shoulder to shoulder...

there will be a day...

when no one in this country
will ever starve!

See? Hasn't he started
lecturing me over it?!

And what are you
thinking of, doctor?

It's true, Puran.

This land is like the palm...

on which the farmer ploughs
his ware...

and changes the destiny
for man.

Meaning?
- I mean...

you can wear trousers
and still be a farmer!

Hear that?

Lunch is served, Bharat!
- Come along.

Do come.

It hurts!

It's over... Be patient.

I've done it.

You're Mangal.
And you're Som.

I hope you will remember
your names now, won't you?

Let's go...

Hey, uncle!
- How about the money?

What for?
- For the tattoo, Uncle!

If I'm your uncle, what
would they mean to you?

Cousins, of course.

Would you ask your
cousins for money?

Forget your dough!

Right, Som?
- Absolutely, dad!

Just come along...

Give him the money, dad.
He's gone yellow in the face.

It's not for money that
he's gone yellow!

It's the season of harvesting
that's done it to him!

He has a yellow face; I wear a
yellow turban. All is yellow!

Yellow, all!

I'm sick of these
illnesses, doctor.

If one has a sore-throat,
another has a stomachache!

It's I who has the
Stomachache, dad!

Okay. I know...

Let me see your tongue.

I can maintain all the
accounts for my employer...

but I can't keep track of
how many children I have!

I wish you had come here
eight years ago...

I wouldn't have had a
caricature every year!

Am I a caricature, dad?
- No, son. I am!

Too many children are burdens
on the nation and the parents.

What'll I do, when I already
have a battalion of them?

But never mind.
I can warn my neighbors!

Uncle?

I was worried when I saw
the blood you had lost.

Thankfully, you're
not seriously hurt.

How did this happen?

I slipped when I was going
towards the fields.

I fell on something
hard which hurt me...

and I came over to bother
you, so late in the night.

I must leave now.

I'll return this piece
of cloth tomorrow.

Very well.
- Thank you.

Excuse me...

Should you not sleep out of
pain tonight, have a pill.

Bahadur... can you check if
there's someone outside?

What if there is someone?
- What?

I'll request who it is...

to tell anyone, but
not my mother about this.

Why?

She'll be worried sick, if
she gets to know of this.

I have a very nice mother.

You are very nice, too.

Only good people can call
others good, too.

Isn't that why you call
everyone a good person?

When will you come again?

I'll have to now.

You're the doctor and
I'm the patient, after all.

There's no one around, sir.

Both of you are
terribly shy.

But I'll help
the two of you.

My sister-in-law told me that
you have called me here.

And she told me that
you had called me over.

Why did she say that?
Why did she lie?

She did that for me.

Now look, madam.
You are a doctor...

and I'm a mere farmer.

In a world where man snatches
other's livelihood...

to sate his own hunger...

a farmer feeds so many others,
so he can earn his own living.

He feeds millions.

You're right.

But you have moved to the
village, from the cities.

But perhaps I don't deserve
to spend my life in the city.

I do hail from a family
of progressive thinkers.

But our faith in the holy epics
is as strong as your own.

In the environment
of the cities...

we may have undoubtedly
come to dress differently.

But we have not changed
our culture.

Had Puran been here now...

he'd have accused you of
lecturing him like me!

You have evaded my question.

Who can evade a doctor?

You haven't answered
my question either.

Do you know what I'm carrying?

What is it?

The sleeping pill.
I didn't have it last night.

But I'm sure going to
need it tonight.

Let's forget the past, son.

Your father was hurt
quite accidentally.

And, as you know...

I've spent 12 years in prison
to pay penance for that.

But if you still haven't
gotten over your anger...

here's a knife. Give
vent to your feelings!

By God, Puran... he has only
your welfare at heart!

That's the only reason
why I've called you here.

Right! You want to live in
the city. Don't you, Puran?

And you're terribly
fond of cars, right?

You can certainly have
a car for yourself.

How? Bharat is just not
willing to sell the land.

God forbid! You don't have
to do that at all!

I have business spread all
over the big cities.

The old man that I am, I can't
handle everything on my own.

Don't I need a man to handle
my business then?

Since you are educated, you
can take over the affairs...

in the city, and I'll handle
business in the village.

According to Lala...

you will easily get a salary
of 1500 or 2000 Rupees.

Really?
- Absolutely!

Just arrange for the money
and get on with your work.

Arrange for money?
What for?

I'll explain!

You will handle thousands of
Rupees for me in the city.

As security, therefore,
you will have to...

deposit 20000 Rupees with me.

20,000 Rupees?!

It's child-play for you, son.
Bharat is a rich man.

Whatever little Bharat could collect
he spent it all on my education.

Good Lord!

Look up the accounts, Lakhpati,
and tell me...

how much Bharat deposited
with me and just how much...

he took away including
the interest.

In a moment, sir!

He deposited the money
with you last year...

and took it away
only last week.

The principal was 20,000
and the interest is 3,000.

23,000 Rupees?!

Does Bharat have
so much of money?!

He's been saving it
for years, son!

Bharat works hard and
even saves his money!

Bharat will give me the money,
if he really has it...

He will! Certainly!

The fish has taken the bait!

It was dangerous to try and
kill Bharat, wasn't it?

Yes. But there are things
I still can't figure out.

You'd better understand
that which you haven't.

Puran will now ask
Bharat for the money.

How will Bharat give it to
him, when he has none?

Puran will then demand the
accounts from Bharat.

And then?
- Bharat has a battle royal!

But how do we stand to
benefit from their war?

The foreign powers have
always taken advantage...

of the fights we have with
one another in the country.

And this chap is
a mere mortal!

When must you leave for Delhi?
- Tomorrow morning.

How many days will
you stay there?

A week, perhaps.

That's quite a long
time, isn't it?

A very close friend of mine
is getting married.

That will obviously
take time then.

Yes. But I can't say whether
I'll like it there.

While you think of
leaving the city...

I'll think of your return here.
That'll take care of the time.

Kamli's father came here
this morning...

offering her hand in
marriage to Puran.

Even when Puran and
Kamli were kids...

your father had fixed
their alliance.

Let's just get
him married then.

How can I do that?

The elders marry first and
the younger ones, later.

Not I, Mom!
- Stop blabbering away!

As soon as I find a girl...

I'll get you married first
and Puran's turn comes next.

If you have a girl
in mind, just tell me.

I won't waste time looking
for a bride for you.

Am I such a nincompoop...

that no one comes
to you with a match?

There are so many!

But I don't seem to
approve of any of them.

If one of the girls is tall,
the other is short.

Some are fat, yet
others are skinny!

What's wrong with you, Mom?

I never used to think
of these things earlier.

But ever since I've seen
the lady-doctor...

it has set my mind thinking.

That's the kind of bride
I would want for you.

Wouldn't you like that, too?

Puran! Come on inside...

Mom has been talking
about your marriage.

I want to see the
books of account.

The books of account?
- That's right.

I want to know how much
of money we have made...

how much we have spent and
just how much we've saved.

What are you talking about?

I've only asked Bharat
for the accounts, Mom.

I want to know how much
of money he has saved.

Saved, my foot! He slogs
through the days and nights.

He has spent whatever he had
saved on your studies.

What made you ask
for the accounts?

Because I'm a partner, too.
- A partner?

Have I no right over
the property?

Have I no right
to ask you anything?

Everything belongs to you!
What do you want? Speak up!

25,000 Rupees.
- So much of money?!

It's a question of
my life.

I could lay down my
life for you!

But what do you need
so much of money for?

Even if I burn the money...
I still want it!

So much of money, Puran?

Bharat has a lot of money, Mom.
This is easy for him.

I swear I have...
- Don't take false oaths!

What has gotten into you?

All I want is the money.

How do I convince you...
- You can't convince me!

But I can provide the proof.
- What proof?

Proof of the fact that
you're a rich man!

If what I say is a lie...
just come with me!

Where to?
- To Dhaniram!

Well, okay. Let's go!

Why must I lie
to you, Bharat?

You had deposited 20,000
Rupees with me last year.

And I paid you 23,000
with interest last week!

It's a lie! A white lie!

I've got face God, son!

And I've got to show my books
to the Government.

You're an educated man!
Take a look at it!

You, your books and everything
about you is a falsehood!

Praise the Lord!

You can have your little
fights in your home.

Why waste the Lala's time?

Who are you to interfere?

I'm your brother.
And the Lala's employee.

If you wanted to hide this
transaction from Puran...

you should have told me!

Neither would I have
told Puran...

nor would there be a
fight between yourselves.

You are lying again!

You have turned against me...

only because you can't get
grains from this village...

for your black-market!

And you're my
enemy because...

although you attacked me with
a knife, I am still alive!

Knife? What nonsense?!

You attacked me last night.

I didn't say a word
about this...

because I didn't want to
bother Puran and my mother.

This is a lie!

I was away in another village,
running an errand for Lala!

Ask him!
- He's right!

I will ask no one!

You will never succeed
in your designs, Lala.

I've a raised a voice in
this village today.

Very soon, it will be the
call of every farmer!

Foodgrains will go
to the needy!

Not to the dubious
stores you have built!

I want an account of
our holdings...

not of the stores
the Lala has built.

Believe me, Radha!

No matter how much of
affection you shower on him...

he considers you both to be
his step-relatives!

Or why would he want to
swallow his share...

Shut up! I know you hold
a grudge against him!

My God! Why must I hold
a grudge against anyone?

I'm an uncle to him, just
as I'm an uncle to Puran!

Uncle, you are.
But the Evil Uncle.

Don't let them mislead you.

They've poisoned your ears
for their selfish gains!

Whatever they have told me
is the truth!

I'm glad I've awakened
to the truth about you!

Do you see what the
Stepson has done?!

Stepson? You are
the stepson! Not he!

Let him go, Mom!
Stop it!

Try to understand, Puran...
- Don't you touch me!

Hear me out, both of you!

I you don't give me my share,
I'll drag you both to the courts!

Don't give me the money,
if you don't want to.

Let there be a division
of our land!

You've gone mad!

You want us to divide the land?

The land... that is
like our Mother?

How can anyone
divide a mother?!

I beg of you, Puran...

There's no need to
beg before him!

He wants his share, doesn't he?
He will have it!

Let there be a division!

That is my decision.
- Just settle my account.

I don't want to live
in this village anymore!

You can't!

The villagers will slipper you
if you wish to live here!

The barefooted ones
will spit on you!

You've learnt your lesson.
Haven't you, Bharat?

I asked you to do others
a favor, as you wished to...

but only after you had
looked after yourself!

The naive man that you are,
you could never realize...

that although the virtuous
ones were born in every era...

his supportive brother
was never born again!

As for you, Puran...

You should have asked for a
share of Bharat's virtues!

A share of his humanity!

If there is anything you
should have asked for...

it should have been his
compassionate heart...

that could have you
blessed, too!

Let's go, son...
This is disgusting.

Let's go away...

from this place of sin...
where dwell the evil men.

God Almighty!

This piece of land will
now belong to Bharat...

and that one
belongs to Puran.

Mom!

Go on, Mom.

Stop it for a while.

These are legal matters, son.

Step aside for a minute, Lala.

Go away, all of you.

Listen to me, Puran.

Hear me out, Puran!

I've heard everything!
That's enough for me.

You can speak instead,
if you don't want to listen!

Say it then!

Say that I've betrayed you!
That I have cheated you!

That I have turned out to
be a cheap double-crosser!

But I am not as bad
as you think I am...

or people have misled
you into believing.

Had I ever hankered
after money...

I'd have taken your advise
and moved to the city.

There was no need for me
to slog in the fields!

If I had to eventually
betray you...

I wouldn't have
raised you either.

I sent you away to the city,
for your welfare.

I know what I've
been through...

having sent you so far away.

Had a letter from you to
be delayed for two days...

I spend anxious time
at the post-office.

Why did I do all that?
Only to betray you?

No... it's not true.

Everything is still the same.

Just come and apologize
to Mom...

Let's put an end
to her agony.

I cannot change my decision!

Besides, I've only asked
for my share!

Why must that bother you?

It does hurt a man... when
one's limbs are severed.

It is a blow to one's soul!

But, then... I'm
a man of honor.

I have always opposed a
division; and still do.

Here you are... Take this.

This the Title Deed
of the entire property.

I have already
willed it away.

I have willed my share of
the property...

in your children's name.

That too, because I don't you
to sell the fields...

and heap humiliation
on our motherland!

Our mother has shed tears
on his piece of land!

It has the sweat and blood
of our forefathers!

This land belongs to
our future generations.

It is our bounden duty
to preserve it.

It is our duty to
plough the land.

Promise me, that you will
never neglect the fields.

I implore you, in the
name of this soil!

I have been transferred.

I thought I'd meet you,
before I left for the city.

I got to know everything,
when I visited the village.

It's thanks to the rains that
I've got meet you today.

You didn't tell anyone
that you were leaving...

not even your mother.
Why?

I couldn't muster the
courage, Major.

My mother's tears would
have shackled me.

I think things will improve
if I stay away for some time.

But how did you get here?

I arrived in the
Sikh's truck.

The truck belongs to God,
my friend.

I was only at the wheels.

Where will you go now?
- Anywhere.

And what will you do?
- Anything.

Do you have something to
get on with anything?

I have two able hands.

These are my goodwill
and my investment, Major.

What are you
thinking of, Major?

I was wondering if a farmer...

could be a soldier.
Is that possible?

Really?
- Of course! Let's go.

How much for the tea?
- I have already paid him.

This way...

This is our store, son.

Follow me...

We have ten stores
as big as this one.

We stock wheat in 8
and rice in the other two.

Follow me...

It's for you to handle
the show now.

I'll introduce you to my
other partners this evening.

Work hard and honestly...

and just make sure you keep
everything a secret.

So you have joined
the army, have you?

Yes. Farmers and soldiers...
both yield to the land.

When are you visiting
the village?

I will, during my leave,
after the training.

During the leave?

When are you going
to the village?

Tomorrow.

Would you do me a favor?
- What is it?

I just got this address from your
clinic when I left the village.

I met no one else.

Not even my mother.

Please look after her,
if that's possible for you.

I won't be able
to do that.

It's my duty to serve
your mother.

I can very well do that.

Anything else?

Tea is served, Kavita!
Come over quickly.

Come along... let me
show you my new house.

I couldn't wait for you
to visit the village.

So I came over myself.

When did you come
to the city?

I came this morning.
But I've arrived just now.

How's Mom? And Mr. Malang?

They're all fine. And they
miss you a lot, too.

I'm getting a leave of 2
months in a couple of days.

I'll sprint to the village,
the moment it comes through.

Should you be
against sprinting...

you can drive with me
in 10 days time.

Between the family in which
you've been brought up...

and the one you intend
to marry into...

there's a lot
of difference.

Differences, there are...
but no obstacles.

Please don't misunderstand me.

I admit, Bharat possesses
all the good qualities.

Feelings of humanity, ideals,
and principles...

but you need much more to
live comfortably in society.

Is he capable of that?

I'd have been happier
if you had asked...

if I'm worthy of a man who
has ideals and principles.

You're right.

We can get the richest of
men, should we want to.

Besides, we forge such
ties, only once in life.

Such ties are never forged;
they happen on their own.

As happened, in my case.

I went home, but Mom wasn't there.
Would you know where she is?

She has gone to the city.

You seem to be angry.

Your father spoke
of our marriage...

He did speak of it...

And it was meant for Puran;
not someone called Kumar.

How's the car?

It's good... very good.

Cast a glance at your fields, Puran...
and see how they are.

Why are you quiet, Madam?

We have even invited some guests...

and what could you
be thinking of?

I've been thinking of the vast
difference between you and us.

You have given me such
respect and joy...

that I can't bring myself
about to express anything!

We must have been related
in our previous birth, too...

that we have got to have a
daughter-in-law like Kavita...

Neither will we find a boy
like Bharat anywhere in India.

What was that?
I didn't follow you...

For purpose of
"Dhanyamaan"...

"Dhanyamaan"? What is that?

It was a similar word...
Now, what was it?

Kanyadaan (giving the girl
away in marriage).

Yes! It was giving the
girl away in marriage!

Whom, but Bharat, could we
give away our girl to?

I understand!

You've told Bharat about
this evening, I hope?

The battalion has
assembled here, sir!

I have orders for you.

The enemy has attacked
our nation!

Our integrity is being
challenged by the offender!

We will give them
a fitting reply!

Anyone who sets foot on
our sacred land...

shall be wiped out!

We have just 8 hours.

Be prepared.

We leave at anytime for
"Operation Area"

Who's that? Daman?
- Yes, this is Daman here.

This is Bharat here.

I'll be there by
six, this evening.

But I'll have to return soon.

Why is that?

My leave has been cancelled.

What for?

We are into war.

We are on a notice of
just eight hours.

The C.O. Has given me
4 hours...

after getting to know
of everything.

Will you be going
to war, too?

Yes, I will.

But please don't mention this
to Kavita or my mother.

I'll explain it personally.

Something wrong, Bharat?

Nothing.
- What are you thinking of?

Just that my mother has a
happy day after ages today.

But naturally. A mother
goes crazy with joy...

when her son is engaged
to be married.

Yes, but I mean...

Are you worried?
About the war?

Not at all.

I consider myself fortunate...

that I have been called upon
to perform my duty.

What I am worried about is
how I will reveal...

all this to my mother,
on a day like this one?

What will I tell Kavita?

What kind of a test are
we being subjected to?

Look, dear... my son will
be here in a little while.

Let not our eyes reveal the
turmoil we're going through.

Let's leave him happy.

Let's allow him to be happy.

How are you, Kavita

How are you?

Who wouldn't be happy
on such a day?

Congratulations...

I got to know over the phone.
- What is that?

That Mom has consented
to our match.

Mom had once told me
in the village...

that she'd find me a wife
just like you.

And there she is! She's
bringing me Kavita herself!

She must be thrilled...
isn't it?

But there is something
I can't figure out.

What is that?

You fell in love
with a farmer...

you're getting
engaged to a soldier...

but whom will you
eventually marry?

Marry? Must I tell you?

I'll marry a man...

who will bring the fields to
life, when he ploughs them.

Who will emerge victorious
when he turns a soldier...

and prompt the nation
into saying...

"Glory to the soldier;
glory to the farmer"

Bharat! My son!

Mother!

Mother!
How are you?

Now that I have seen you,
I am happy.

I am delighted.

Mr. Bharat will sing
a song for us!

When I was engaged,
I sang a song, too.

Now that you're getting
engaged, you must sing!

Why are you quiet, Mom?

There's nothing to
be worried about.

Don't be scared.

History is witness...

that every mother of this
country has blessed her son...

to go and protect
the motherland.

I was not destined to toil
in the fields...

but this is how I will
perhaps serve the motherland.

When you meet Puran...
do forgive him.

I met everyone today...
except him.

Give him my regards,
when you meet him.

I wonder if we will
ever meet again...

No! Don't ever say that!

You have the blessings of
millions of this country...

nothing can ever harm you!
Nothing can!

Go on, my son.

There's little time. And you
have to meet a challenge.

Mother...
- Yes, my son.

Go on...

O Lord! Protect him!

In the name of the Lord...
victory shall be ours!

Let's retreat!

The Indian forces are
advancing in great numbers!

Glory to India!

We do believe in peace.

We will try to maintain
peace, if possible.

But there is no room for
cowardice and spinelessness!

We will answer their guns
with our own bullets!

Congratulations!

Now is when we get the right
price for our grains!

A war has been declared.

If prices have
doubled today...

they will increase
four-fold soon.

We stand to make 16 Rupees
for every Rupee we invest!

What do you think?

It's a good idea,
but dangerous, too.

Danger? Danger from whom?

From the Government.

The police have been
carrying out raids recently.

The police will never be
able to reach our stores.

How many places
will they raid?

The villages? Our
stores in Delhi...

Bombay and Calcutta?

How many places can
they reach anyway?

Greetings, Mr. Lakhpati!
- Greetings, sir.

Please sit down.

What brings you here.

I came here with
Mr. Dhaniram...

and I thought I'd
look you up, too.

That's kind of you. But
where are you put up?

We're staying with Puran.

He's become a big man!

Had Bharat listened to
his brother's advise...

he'd have been
a happy man today.

What business is Puran into?

He trades in foodgrains
with the Lala.

It was always a very
lucrative business.

But since war broke out,
it's become even better.

Puran said they'd make 100
for what is worth 1 Rupee!

How is that?

They've locked up all the
stores with foodgrains.

Inflation will set in when
there is a famine...

and foodgrains will sell for
many times their cost!

And they have many stores
in so many cities!

Where does Puran live?
- On Nehru Road.

What's the name of
the building?

It's called Seva Sadan
(House of Service).

Wonderful! A right place
for the right man!

I must take your
leave now, Mr. Lakhpati.

I've got to attend to
something urgent. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

I haven't made a mistake by
telling him, have I?

Not at all. You've done
the right thing.

I won't spare you!
Take that!

Why are you beating him up?
Why?!

I gave him food yesterday!

And he's back to
asking for more!

Food?!

Why aren't you eating?

I'm on a diet.

It doesn't look like it.

In the shadows of a
night so intoxicating...

what a nightmarish night
do these youngsters spend!

So dark it is!

Issues as this one relating
to the nation...

are often dismissed lightly
by these vicious characters.

These men who drink...

drink not liquor...

but the blood of
innumerable human beings!

And now that children
starve for a morsel...

such men trample precious
food under their feet!

Several such roses are
crushed in their hands!

People have not even
clothing to cover themselves.

And these gentlemen are
not fond of dressing!

These men of the
intoxicating nights...

also responsible for
the dark nights for many...

are drunk on wine
and women...

I want this stock
increased four-fold.

Mix thrice the quantity
of tiny stones.

Buy all the stocks of rice
available in the market.

Buy it at any price
it is available.

Sir!

The police are here!

Police?! Run away!
Escape!

For God's sake!

Why did you have to go
and tell him everything?!

I didn't know that Mr. Daman
is a policeman.

I was only bragging!

I didn't know we're into
something illegal!

Lakhpathi has deliberately
done this!

Why should I do that?

Couldn't I tell Puran
that the two of you...

instigated a fight between
brothers by lying to him?

You have been paid
by my boss!

But what have I received?

If you begin to suspect me,
I'll spill the beans to Puran!

He's joking, Puran!

But even if we have lied,
it was for your own welfare!

Why did you lie to me?
Why did you?

It was for your own
welfare, I say!

And now that you've grown
rich, you act smart with me?

Whatever he has done has been
for your own good, son!

Besides, think of what you
are... and what you were!

What have I come to be?

Where have I landed?

Lt'd be best for us to
flee to the village!

If the police land here,
we'd be in real trouble!

Lakhpati! You are
accompanying us!

Our enemy is silent
since this morning.

The enemy has
captured the Major.

The enemy laid siege to the
jeep we were travelling in.

They overpowered the Major.

I followed them quietly...

they're now hiding
behind the hills.

The Major was carrying
some important documents.

We must save him.

Get ready, Bharat!

This is where they are
holding the Major captive.

The enemy troops number
not less 25 to 30 men.

Set off a fire
on the other side.

Where did the gunfire
come from?

From yonder!

What's up?

The Indian Major
refuses to speak...

and we can't decode this
message and this map.

Go and bring the Major
here again.

Who are you?
- Bharat

What do you want?
- The Major... hurry up!

Bharat!
- Let's go, sir!

The map and the documents
are very important, Bharat!

Go ahead, sir.
I'll fetch them!

You'll find a soldier
waiting outside.

...Map?

Let's go, sir.

Hurry up, Bharat!

Not there, sir.
This way, please.

What kind of men are you?

Why don't you give me
some water to drink?!

You will get the water
when it arrives.

Why have I been kept in darkness?
Why is there no light?

Till the lamp arrives,
you will stay in darkness.

Take him away to the HQ!

If you try to escape again,
you will be killed!

Soldiers are not
afraid of death!

You are given time
till dawn tomorrow.

If you still don't
answer our questions...

you can imagine
the consequences!

No!

When I woke up from my
slumber today, I realized...

that life itself has treated
me like a poisonous snake!

The devil whose world
revolved around...

riches, cars and bungalows...

today stands defeated,
dead and vanquished!

I have come to you.
To hand myself over to you.

Ask the Government...

to parade traitors like
me in public...

and heap shame on me!

So no Puran ever tries
to be a Kumar again!

So no brother suspects his
God-like brother ever again!

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Brother?! You?

I came to take him away.

Praise the Lord, Lala!

I'm doomed, lady!

Talk to your brother,
will you? ...Well?!

My brother is a wise man.

Whatever he does
is right.

Listen to me, Kavita.

Tell Puran's mother that
his life has changed.

How?
- He has turned an approver.

He is the one who revealed
the names of the Lala...

and other blackmarketers.

It is with his help that
we have unearthed...

foodgrains in millions of
tons from various stores.

All that in just one night.
- And where is Puran.

He's in the city, but will
be here in a day or two.

Have you any news of Bharat?

No.

Look there!

Our pilots have waylaid
two Indian aircraft's!

And what is that?

The Indian pilots have made
away with their aircraft's!

Malang uncle!

What state are you in?!

I was captured
by the enemy.

I've had great difficulty
in reaching this place.

You have lost
a lot of blood!

Which village is this?

Village? It used to be...
it does not exist anymore.

The few houses that
existed here...

were bombed without
respite...

The village and its citizens
lie in ruin and disaster!

How did you get here?

I had accompanied a music party
and somehow got here.

We distributed the food we
got from the residents...

among the needy and
the soldiers, too.

How far is our village
from here?

4 miles.

We were about to return...

when the enemy planes blew up
the bridge across the river.

Som and Mangal were
with me, too.

They've gone to find
another route.

What happened, son?

What's wrong?

Water...
- I'll get it!

I'll fetch it in a minute!

Here you are, Bharat!
Have some water!

Blood!

For all the people who
died in the well...

it has turned the
water, red, too!

Where are the devils
who wage a war?

Where are the wolves who
thirst for human-blood?!

If I were to meet them,
I'd say...

if you still aren't satisfied
with the lives lost...

come and sate your thirst
with this blood!

Man has now gone
beyond the Moon...

but humanity has sunk to the
levels of the bloody-water!

Water...

I'll go and bring some
water for you, son!

Shame be on you, you swine!

People cremate or
bury the dead!

But you are robbing them
even after they are dead!

She was a newly-wed bride
who was killed...

and her husband must be
lying dead somewhere, too.

It won't make any difference
even if you take away...

her matrimonial necklace.
- You're crazy, Malang.

You can't get such
opportunities everyday.

Fill your pockets!

You'll find many expensive
things lying around!

Sure. Many expensive
things indeed!

But there is something
more expensive, too.

Let's take him
to the village.

Who is it?
- Bharat.

He's badly wounded.

Let's carry him
to the village.

Do a good deed...

and it'll wash away
all your sins!

Where is he?
- Lying by the well.

Let's go to him.
- Go on...

I'll go and find
some water for him!

Recognize me?

Uncle?

The evil uncle!

The legendary evil man could
not slay his nephew...

but I will not spare you!

Look at this!

See this? Do you?!

No!

Get up!

Face me!

Face me, my foot!

Go away!
Get lost, you scoundrel!

Get the hell out of here!

Let me see who
saves you now!

Malang uncle!
- Malang uncle!

Open your eyes, my son!

Talk to me!

Why doesn't he speak?
What's wrong with him?!

He's all right, isn't he?

We have only one bottle
of blood in our stocks.

And this blood does not
match his blood group.

What do we do now?

I'm here! Drain me of every
drop of blood!

But please bring my son
back to his senses!

There's no time
to lose, my dear!

Look at his face! It's
drained of all the color!

Follow me.

We can't use her blood.

It doesn't match
his blood group.

How can you say that?!

How can't a mother's blood
match her son's?!

I'm his mother...
It's on my milk that...

No...

No!

He has not grown up
on my milk!

I have not been
fortunate enough!

He was not born
of my womb!

But haven't I raised him
with my tears and sweat?

Is it necessary for a woman
to bear the child...

to really consider him
as her son?!

Are her affection and
love worth nothing?

I beg of you, Kavita!

Save my son!
Save Bharat!

Please save my son!

Don't lose hope!

Everything will be all right.

He who has the blessings
of a mother like you...

is bound to be
protected by God.

But where will we
bring the blood from?

From me! From my body!

Take my blood, doctor...
but save my brother!

We may be step-brothers...
but we share the same blood!

Take every drop of
blood from my body...

but save my brother!
Please save him!

We can use Puran's blood.

Mother...

Take him to the
operation theatre.

The case is even more
complicated now.

I don't think we must
lose any more time.

I don't know what to do.

I can understand that.

This is a moment
of your test.

You will have to control yourself
and perform the operation.

What?!

Yes, doctor.

The latest reports reveal
that the poison...

has spread to other
parts of his body.

His wounds have
turned gangrene.

If his arms are not amputated
immediately, he might...

No!

No!

Let the poison spread...
if it will.

It will only result in death;
I will merely lose my life.

Talk to him, mother!

What kind of human-beings
are you?

You want to severe the
arms of a soldier...

so he can never
carry a gun again?

You want to severe the
arms of a farmer...

so he can never plough
his fields again?

No!

Puran! My brother...

Tell them that my arms
will never be amputated!

Why are you being stubborn?

Haven't I told you?

My arms will never
be amputated!

Never!

Don't be stubborn, my son!

I place you under
an oath, my son!

You are beholden
to me, my son!

My hands...

Without my hands...

I will never be able to
touch this sacred soil again.

Never will I touch this
sacred soil again!

Mother...

Mother...

He's out of danger. The
operation was successful.

You may leave now and
return tomorrow morning.

Didn't I tell you that
you'd be all right?

Where is Puran, mother?

I'll call him.

Bring your hands
closer to me...

Who can ever say that
I have lost my arms?

Here they are...

My arms have today
been restored to me!

Look at this Mother!

I have found my arms again!