"These smiling flowers"
"These fragrant gardens"
"This world filled..."
"with glorious colours"
"The nectar intoxicates the bees"
"What little have I to add to this splendour..."
"save a fear tears, a few sighs"
I told you to keep the place tidy.
If that manuscript was here, then where has it got to?
What do you know, then? - He wished you good morning.
Fool! I mean about the manuscript!
You've looked at my things?
Wings?
This is a newspaper office, not a bird house!
Wings, indeed!
Things. Have you read the poems I left?
I have.
Did you like them? You'll publish them?
I haven't lost my mind.
Call that gibberish poetry? It's a crusade against unemployment.
Poetry deals with delicacies: You must write poems about love.
You are incomparable, Sir!
Write about intoxication...
...the beauty of a cup, or a fine woman.
Shut up. You don't write poetry.
Have you read poets like Mir and Momin?
Yes, and Josh and Faiz, who are beyond your comprehension.
Give me my poems. - We will find them later.
What do you think you're doing young man?
What right have you to throw away my poems?
Should I make a paper hat of them?
Don't insult them by wearing them on a hollow head.
My head? Hollow?
How about yours? If you're a poet, I'm a donkey!
It's clear, and it's nice to hear you admit it.
Are you weighing vegetables or gold?
There's Uncle Vijay!
I've caught him.
I'm not your enemy. Why run from your mother?
Where have you been? I can't bear to see your suffer.
I'm well, mother. - Sure you are.
Just look at the state you're in.
Come home. I've hidden away some good food for you.
You've found him? - Yes.
He's such a smart chap. And look what he's done to himself.
I hear, he's mad for poems.
Well, mother. So your poet is home!
Every literate fool thinks he's poet.
Where else can he get food as a parasite?
Take no notice of them. Eat.
See? We earn and mother feeds delicacies to her layabout.
He's shameless.
If he had any self-respect, he'd starve rather than eat here.
Shut up, you two! I won't hear a word said against him.
He's back after so long, and you can't bear to see him eat.
He's hale and hearty. Why doesn't he earn and not burden us?
After his father died, you should look after him.
It wasn't our wish that our parents produce such a layabout.
That I must have to hear this!
It was my misfortune to give birth to you two.
You won't even let me work, because of your "prestige".
If I could work as a maid, I could feed my son.
Sister-in-law, Where are my poems?
Address me, not the women.
I sold them for 10 annas as waste paper.
Waste paper? You sold my poems for ten annas?
Uncouth fools no better.
You call me uncouth? Did you hear that, brother?
I got rid of them this morning. Now I'll get rid of you! Out!
Where will you go on an empty stomach? Who will tend to you?
You take me along with you.
I don't want to stay here for another minute.
Don't worry, mother. I'll do my best.
I'll take you away from here as soon as I can.
Let me get on with my work instead of searching waste paper.
But there was an important file.
A file? Containing handwritten papers?
Where are they? - A woman bought them.
They caught her eye, she read some, then she took them away.
Which woman? Where does she live?
I don't know; she wasn't a local person.
If she comes again, I'll ask.
Come come!
Have you fallen out with your brothers again?
Are you hungry? You'll starve to death.
Well, today I got 20 rupees from a rich man.
His car was run over a woman's leg. I gave false witness for him.
Shyam, remember how you found a lame sparrow as a kid?
You cared for it until it was better.
I was only a kid.
But you are a kid now also.
"Lament not..."
"if I turn my face away..."
"your gaze is filled..."
"with such longing"
Listen.
I was saying...
"Who knows what you said?"
"Who knows what I heard?"
"Something stirred in my heart"
"Who knows what you said?"
"I felt my heart awaken, I felt such elation"
"Slumbering dreams reawakened, something stirred in my heart"
"Who knows what you said?"
"Who knows what I heard"
"Something stirred in my heart"
"I stumble no more, my feet no longer falter"
"There is new life in my step. Something stirred in my heart"
"Who knows what you said"
"Who knows what I heard"
"But something sure stirred in my heart"
"The cascade of my hair is filled with sweet fragrance"
"Doors open to reveal secret longings;..."
"something stirred in my heart"
"Who knows what you said"
"Who knows what I heard"
"Something stirred in my heart"
Excuse me... - Yes?
That song you were singing... - You like it?
Where did you get it?
It's mine.
It isn't yours. - Then why ask, if you know?
Because I... - What do you want?
The file with that song in it.
Is that all?
I don't like prattle.
Do you like me?
No.
Then why follow me?
I want to know only that the file is with you or not.
It's valuable to me. Whenever I have money...
So you've followed me empty-handed? Get out!
Please understand. I want only that file.
For me it is important.
You go, or should I remove my sandal.
Stop shouting, silly. Your customer will run away.
A pauper! I lured him here, but he hasn't a penny.
Juhi, it was him.
Gulabo, where are you running?
I must apologize to him, I treated him very badly.
Stop talking in riddles and tell me in plain words.
What's all this about?
The man who followed me is a poet.
The poet whose poems I bought as waste paper.
Look: The same paper, the same writing.
And I threw him out as a pauper.
He is a pauper. You did quite the right thing.
Foolish girl! Come on
Have you written any poems in the holidays?
A few.
Anyone can write poems. If you're a true poet, create something.
Extempore?
But on what subject?
Who is she? - What are you asking for?
There's your subject: A poem about her.
"When I walk, even my shadow lags behind"
"When you walk, the universe keeps pace"
"When I stop, clouds of misery gather"
"When you stop... spring's radiance is outshone"
Miss Pushpalata.
"Our love will survive every trial"
"We shall never forget our oath of love"
"We leave the world far behind"
"How long will we journey together?"
Coolie!
A coolie! - At your service.
Put these in the car.
What has the world come to?
The educated work as coolies.
Have you money?
No credit.
It's counterfeit.
So you've got nothing else.
So that's your game!
Now who'll pay for that food you've touched?
Pay up, or I'll have your shirt.
Take the plate away.
Put it back!
Keep the change.
Go to a barber and get yourself made to look more human. Move it!
Do eat.
I'm not hungry. - Yes, you are.
You've no right to take pity on me.
I'm sorry...
...take no notice of me.
You have every right to be angry.
I treated you very badly the other day.
I've nothing against you.
Then please eat...
...for my sake.
What did you say? For your sake?
You don't even know me.
I know you very well. - How?
Through your poems.
I know your thoughts and feelings.
What else is there?
I don't understand.
But, Miss...
Why address me so politely?
I am not used to it.
Until today, people have spoken rudely to me.
I have suffered their vulgar remarks...
...their abuse, their crude jokes.
But you behave so respectfully.
Massage, oil massage, make things gleam!
"If your head reels with pain, or your heart sinks in gloom..."
"Don't fret, leave it to me; I'll set things right soon"
"Massage, oil massage!"
"The lotion I use has magic. Curing baldness and dandruff'
"Once my hands begin to whirl, your hair won't look so rough"
"Mark my words, my friend, this lotion brings you joy"
"It cures a thousand ailments, so why not give it a try?"
"Suffering a lovers' tiff? Is your business in the throes?"
"A touch of this supple hand will dissipate all woes"
"Mark my words, my friends, this lotion brings you joy"
"Be you a master, be you a slave. Be you a leader, or one of the led"
"Come to me, as everyone does. Come to me and bow your head"
"Mark my words, my friend. This lotion brings you joy"
"It cures a thousand ailments. So why not give it a try?"
"Don't fret, leave it to me..."
"If your head reels with pain, or your heart sinks in gloom..."
"Don't fret, leave it to me; I'll set things right soon"
Mr. Vijay, come here!
A great poet: I was singing one of his songs.
Since I've been singing your song, business has doubled.
Don't go
I'll just finish him. - What?
Stay put.
Mr. Vijay, I'll give you a special massage completely free.
No, thank you. The present times have battered me enough.
It's amazing how you still manage to smile.
Only a donkey in the noon sun...
...and a poet lost in poetry are so stunned.
True, only the glitter of gold is like the sun.
So donkeys will.
What are you talking about? - We're discussing donkeys.
Here I am.
Juhi, weren't you waiting for me?
I'm waiting for a man in a car. - In a car? Not a masseur?
May He puncture his tyres.
May He puncture your head.
Juhi... are you cross with me?
Shoot! - Have you no consideration...
for the heart you've punctured?
Get it patched up. - I have no wife to patch it.
What can I do about it? - Marry me.
Stop it, idiot!
Did you hear? I have the gift of massaging.
If I had the gift of cheating we could afford a car.
I'm done for!
A coconut? I get it. I won't say another word.
Stop him!
Or I'll have to chase him for a mile!
Stop! Naughty fellow
Hello, Pushpa.
Vijay! I didn't recognize you.
You were so handsome. Whose "love" brought you to this?
Someone who won't let me go... Unemployment.
Your children? - And their father's.
They're Gullu and Fullu, bright sparks like him.
What do you mean?
There's a gathering at our old college tonight; you must come.
Now I'll have to chase him for a mile. I'll leave
You must come tonight.
Where is Bhattacharya? He was going to sing next.
Vijay, why hide out here? Come inside.
No, Pushpa. My clothes...
You're decently covered from head to foot. Come along.
Ladies and gentleman.
Bhattacharya isn't here. We're delighted...
...we're delighted that Vijay is here...
...and request him to recite a poem.
Don't be formal. Come along.
Let's hear you, Vijay.
"I am weary of this troubled life"
"Weary of this troubled existence"
"In my grief, may I not reject the entire world"
Why such a sad song on this occasion? Recite a happy verse.
"How can I sing of joy..."
"if I live in pain"
"I can only..."
"...return to life what life itself offers me"
"Once again..."
"...the memories of love stir in my heart"
"I confess..."
"that I am overcome by life's blows"
"Today I break all belief..."
"...in the illusion of hope"
"Today I vow..."
"to voice no complaint against anyone"
Are you an ex-student?
Have you a job?
No, I need one.
You recite very well.
Here's my card. Come to my office tomorrow.
Yourself? - I am the owner.
Here are my poems.
When did you study at college? - From '48 to '52.
Shall I read the poems aloud?
I married in 1952.
Did you study science or arts?
Arts. May I recite the poems?
You're sure you left college in '52, or was it before?
In '52. Mr. Ghosh, my poems? - Will you work?
Service? I thought you called me about publishing my poems.
There's still plenty of time to publish your poems.
I must get to know you better first.
Mr. Chatterji, this is your new assistant.
You can start tomorrow.
"If I were to give my heart to you, only you"
"If I were to lock your heart away"
"If I were to adorn your hair with flowers of love"
"If I were to shake the flowers to the ground"
"If I were to remember you in my dreams"
"If I were to give you sleepless nights"
"If I were to lay my heart at your feet"
"If I were to deny your love and walk away"
How have you been? - I'm alive.
I want to see you happy.
Don't worry. I have learnt to be happy.
Has some girl taught you?
One girl was enough for me.
I don't want to suffer again.
You mean you have erased your first love.
I should have.
I forgot: I was really going up.
Closing time. Three hours you've waited. For whom?
Does Mr. Vijay come here often?
Yes, but not lately. Any message for him?
So you find something to say to the waiter. How about me?
Have you had time to look at them?
Which papers? - Vijay calls them his poetry.
I've read them, they're fine.
Why not publish some?
Are you mad?
You must know we publish famous poets, not the trash of novices.
Put in an advertisement instead.
What do you want?
Sir, this trash of a novice...
...may I take it away?
Are you free tomorrow evening? - Yes.
Come and lend a hand at a party in my house.
I'll be there.
Do you see, Juhi? - What?
What I am seeing. - What do you see?
You are so ignorant.
Idiot! I can see your face. - Really? Take a good look.
Feel something? - Yes.
Keep it up.
Your face unsettles me.
Or is it that you are?
No way!
It's no good getting upset, Juhi.
Who will care for you in your old age?
God willing.
Be careful, or a nut will fall on you.
If you want security, listen to me.
If I listen to you, I'll starve.
You can hardly keep yourself, how can you feed me, too?
My hunger will be satisfied by seeing you in my house.
Really, Sattar? - Abdul Sattar
Abdul Sattar, do you love me that much?
Let's marry. - Stop, it idiot!
Do you hear? No, nothing.
No nut.
Your husband? - He's ill.
He wanted me to take him to hospital, but I put it off.
How could I miss such a party?
You're very kind!
And the children?
How did you get my address?
Your address? Do you live here?
Let's go outside.
Mr. Ghosh invited me here.
Invited you? Do you know him?
I work for him.
And you? - I am his...
Who is the most talented poet here?
They are all good.
But the one in the black jacket is...
Don't tell him about us. Understand?
Poems that serve the nation are better than...
...love poems.
Gentleman, drop this argument.
The drinks are here.
Leave it to the servant, dear.
Come along, serve the drinks.
"How could I..."
"apprise her of my love?"
"The words froze on my lips"
"Tears welled in my eyes"
"In the gallantry of frigid hearts"
"Where pleasure is sought"
"Clammy fingers cling to the cup of whine"
"I quaffed the wine, a drop was spilled"
"An extreme despair came to my rescue"
"Receiving my poet, out of pity, she deigned to love me"
"Who are the fortunate ones..."
"who gain the love they seek?"
Great, Mr Ghosh! Even your servants recite poems
I'll arrange for the dinner
Can only the rich be poets?
Go ahead, young man
"Who are the fortunate ones..."
"who gain the love they seek?"
"When I asked for flowers, I was given thorns"
"Who are the fortunate ones..."
"who gain the love they seek?"
"When I searched for happiness..."
"I was lost in streets of sadness"
"When I sought songs of joy, I heard songs of sorrow"
"Every torment doubled the pain my heart"
"When I asked for flowers, I was given thorns"
"Who were the fortunate ones..."
"who got the love they sought"
"Companions came..."
"Companions came, stayed awhile, then left me all alone"
"Who can spare the time to clasp the hand of a falling man?"
"Even my shadow eludes me as it fades away"
"When I asked for flowers, I was given thorns"
"Who are the fortunate ones who gain the love they seek?"
"If this is called living, then I'll live my life somehow"
"I shall not sigh, I'll seal my lips, I'll dry my tears"
"Why should I fear grief, when I have encountered it so often?"
"When I asked for flowers, I was given thorns"
"Who are the fortunate ones who gain the love they seek?"
Wonderful! Excellent!
I have come to see you.
Mr. Ghosh has gone to the board meeting.
You shouldn't have come.
I have been very upset since the party.
Do you bear me ill will?
No, Meena. I bear no grudge.
Why did you sing that heart-rending poem that day?
You revived my desires. - Forget the past.
I had forgotten, I had remoulded my life.
I controlled my heart.
Why disturb my heart? Why return to my life?
When did I ever leave your life? You left me.
Do not try to correct your first mistake with another, Meena.
I've made no mistake.
Besides love, a sensible woman needs security and the comfort of a home.
And some money is also required.
For those things... - You married Mr. Ghosh...
selling love for wealth.
Don't accuse me wrongly.
I loved you, but you were poor and unemployed.
In life, besides love and poetry, there's hunger.
How could you bear my burden when you couldn't feed yourself?
You gave me no chance.
When a man has responsibilities, he shoulders them.
Don't deceive yourself.
You sought wealth and high position in society.
Now you have them. Despite that, you are restless and resentful.
You know why?
Because you have always been selfish.
You never considered my plight.
Now you don't consider your husband.
Life's real joy lies in making others happy.
You've never understood that; that's why you're unhappy.
Wonderful!
My wife's no better than a streetwalker.
Vijay and I hardly know each other.
How long has this been going on?
We hardly know each other.
Anything else? - Nothing.
Then let's see how upset you are when I dismiss him.
Pay up! - I earn my money the hard way.
Scoundrel! Pay Up!
Constable!
Save me, do something!
You?
What's the matter?
Has a girl run this way?
No.
Who is she?
My wife.
Sorry sir, I made a mistake.
What is your name?
Gulab.
It's all clear now. You can go safely.
"Tormented by a long absence..."
"Radha longed..."
"for her lover"
"One day she went..."
"to her beloved..."
"and lamented"
"Hold me in your arms today, my love..."
"so that I am fulfilled"
"Ease the pain in my heart..."
"slake the fire in my body"
"My eyes are wide open"
"My luckless eyes"
"I can't rest until I am truly yours"
"I can hardly see ahead. Behind me torment follows"
"Without you, life is meaningless"
"Beloved, make my love complete"
"so it may last beyond eternity"
"Call me your very own"
"Call me your own, take my hand"
"I will be yours forever"
"Slake the thirst..."
"Slake the thirst that lies deep in my soul"
"Beloved, make my love complete..."
"so it may last beyond eternity"
There is a millionaire in the car. Come with me.
No! Go away!
You won't? I've already promised him! Get up!
Let me go!
You won't obey me?
Get going!
And thank your lucky stars I used my weak hand.
Be seated.
This is my territory and if anyone disturbs you...
...just call for me, I'll come running.
Where are you?
Did you say something, Sattar? - Not a word. Did anyone say
something? She's lost, isn't she?
Who is he? - Who?
I wouldn't ask if I knew, would I?
Just as a postman knows the meaning of postcard, so I...
a masseur, can tell things at a glance...
Sitting here looking lost, not noticing me.
Not hearing a word, that's a sure sign.
I see you've fallen in love.
Rushing off is a sign, too.
Tell me truly who he is.
A poet. - I have a poet friend.
What's your poet's name?
Vijay. - So is mine.
I'll ask him if he knows another Vijay-poet.
Maybe they're the same person.
Possibly, I'll ask him what all this is about.
Brothers, is all well?
What are you doing?
What's it you if someone is dead, you vagabond?
Who is dead?
Whose last rites are these? - Mother's.
Brother... - Don't call us brother.
We share our relationship because of her.
And now that she is dead, you are dead for us.
"Son, where will you go on the empty stomach"
"Who will look after you"
"I don't want to stay in this house for another minute"
Let's see you dance. I'll play the drums for you.
Ask your friend to join us.
Come on, drink it!
I'd drink poison for her is she told me to.
He's shy!
Come, sir, have a drink for my sake.
Strange chap!
Are you a man or a mouse? You look as if your grandma died.
He's a beginner, but he's finished it!
You can't be a real beginner! When did you start?
"I was so overcome with sorrow"
"I drank to drown the grief'
"My poor heart was so dejected"
"I drank out of pity for it"
So he's a poet, too?
Indeed! He's composed hundreds of poems.
"For so many years the world..."
"has rejected and dismissed me"
"Today I..."
"...reject the world"
"And I think..."
"...to forget that it exists"
Where to?
My child is ill.
I need you, too. Tend to us first.
Tend to us first, then see to your child.
Start the music.
"These lanes, these houses, where pleasure is auctioned"
"These ravaged caravans of life that pass us by"
"Where are they, the guardians of dignity?"
"Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?"
"These insidious streets, where infamy is traded"
"Where men conceal their names, where money talks"
"Where chastity is bargained for and purity is sold"
"Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?"
"These old streets where dreams wither..."
"where flowers are trampled underfoot"
"These sham celebrations of colour are for sale"
"Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?"
"These brightly lit rooms where dancing bells chime"
"The tables beat in time with heavy hearts"
"These soulless rooms that echo to coughing"
"Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?"
"These garlands, these walls..."
"...stained with blood"
"These fragile bodies, these vain faces"
"Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?"
"Old men pass through here, young man too stop awhile"
"Sons, respected fathers and husbands"
"These are our wives, our sisters, our mothers"
"Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?"
"These daughters of Eve seek help"
"These daughters of Radha and Yashoda"
"These daughters of Zulekha, these children of God"
"Where are the leaders who claim to be proud of this land?"
"Summon all the leaders of this land"
"Show them the treachery, show them these devious streets"
"Summon all those who claim to be proud of this land"
Who is it?
It's you.
Come with me.
Taking a pity of me again?
Today I am not hungry.
I have drowned my hunger in drink.
I have drunk...
...all my joys and sorrows. I have swallowed everything.
Where to?
Come and rest in my house.
Leave when you feel better.
Should I leave when I feel better?
I'll feel better when I've left this world, Gulabo.
Everything is lost.
My job. And my mother has left me forever.
What am I doing here? Why am I alive, Gulabo?
Don't talk like that.
The world needs you and your poetry.
The world needs nobody.
I tried my best to make my poetry reach the world.
But you know how the world valued it?
Waste paper sold for ten annas.
My life is valued at ten annas, Gulabo.
Do you want me to live for ten annas?
Don't lose courage, there's much to live for.
There's Meena.
How do you know her?
I read her name on your file. Who is she?
She is chaste and virtuous society girl...
...who loves for fun and amusement...
...and sells that love for comfort.
But why take such an interest in her?
Because you did.
That's why.
You mean you...
No, forget me.
I can only make you suffer.
I've never been able to make anyone happy.
You'll publish them? - What for?
Am I mad? Call that gibberish poetry?
The world needs you...
You must know we publish famous poets, not the trash of novices.
Could you bear my burden, when you couldn't feed yourself?
It wasn't our wish that...
...our parents produce such a good-for-nothing.
Have you read about the poet?
I knew him well. Why did he commit suicide?
"Tragic death of young poet"
"Last night a young man jumped in front of the Burdwan train"
"His body was mutilated beyond recognition"
"A letter in his pocket..."
"...contained his last poem, his last message to world"
"His name was... Vijay"
Are you all right?
What is it?
SHADOWS
Send her in.
Who are you?
Where from? - Sona... from Dharmtallah.
Give me the poems.
If you know they are poems, you'll know they are beautiful.
I want them published.
So you're going to show them to my husband.
What's your price? - You'll publish them?
May I will, may be not. Name your price!
Price?
I haven't come to bargain. I want them published.
Are these poems precious to you?
How did you know Vijay?
By good fortune. - Your relationship?
Relationship?
How could such a gentleman meet a lady of your background?
Good fortune.
You sell much for money.
Why not sell these poems?
Are you Meena?
My husband will be here any moment.
Sell me the poems before he comes. - I won't.
I'll pay 1,000 rupees... 3000. - Not even 30,000.
What's that? Show me.
"For Meena..."
"...whose memory has inspired every word"
I brought them to have them published.
What is that? - It's all I own in the world.
I can't pay you more for their publication.
They must be published.
I'll be eternally grateful to you.
A fine bookseller you are! We want Vijay's book.
Sold out. - How can it be sold out so soon?
Is it "under the counter"?
Have the third edition tomorrow. Or we'll burn the shop.
If only you were alive to see this.
Have you established his identity?
No, he hasn't said one word since he was admitted.
How are you?
Let me know if he speaks at all.
I can't pay more than 5,000 for them.
They've his poems but too high a price.
Do you want to cream of all the profit and leave me with nothing?
Then name a sensible price politely.
Sir, these poems are priceless.
Vijay's last, unique works.
I'll share fifty-fifty.
I can't pay that much. - Nice to have met you.
You're strange.
Twenty five per cent. My last offer.
Now you may leave.
I wouldn't like you to think I'm unreasonable.
Here, let's shake on it.
"I recollect the past"
"I adorn your hair with flowers"
"What is this secret which chokes me..."
"which parches my lips?"
"I recollect the past"
"Shadows"
These are my poems, all mine. This is my book.
Of course. But what is your name?
My name is Vijay. This book was written by me.
The Vijay who wrote this book is dead.
Think carefully, what is your real name?
Why don't you believe me?
I tell you my name is Vijay.
Why have you kept me here?
Let me go!
I think he has lost his mind.
Telephone Doctor Sen.
So you are Vijay's brothers?
His elder brothers. - I'm the eldest.
What do you want?
Shall I tell him? - Yes
No, you go ahead.
I asked you what you want.
Well, I brought up Vijay and educated him...
...and cared for him so that he would be someone one day.
So did I. - I have no time. Get to the point.
The point is, we've come for some money from you.
Are you sane?
We are the rightful heirs to his property.
Including poems.
We have a legal right to the money you gain from his works.
We don't want it all, we'll be content with some.
I don't know you and I didn't get the poems from you.
You won't get a penny. Understand?
It isn't Vijay.
Shyam!
No, he's not Vijay.
So you want a share?
The rightful claimant is Vijay.
He's alive.
Yes, he's alive.
No! You must be joking.
I never joke.
However, you will get a share of the profit.
Two percent...
...on condition that...
...you refuse to identify Vijay.
Why shouldn't we identify our brother?
What are we? - Do you consider us so low?
For a mere two per cent? - Make it 6°/°.
Massage! Oil Massage!
A ghost! Lord, please make it vanish.
Sattar... - Let go off poor Sattar!
It's me, Vijay.
So you aren't dead.
He's really alive.
I've been forcibly detained. Get me out.
What is it?
I'll massage your head only if you agree.
"If your head reels with pain, or your heart sinks in gloom"
Brother.
Don't you recognize me? I'm your brother Vijay.
Why so quiet?
Won't you recognize me, either?
Are you mad? Vijay's dead.
You've the nerve to call yourself our brother.
Get out of here! Our brother!
Where to?
Going to the meeting for Vijay's death anniversary?
Of course. Vijay was a friend of mine.
Did you really know Vijay? - Yes.
Move aside, let me pass.
He was fine poet.
A noble man. If it wasn't for my help...
...he would have died 6 months earlier.
How? - Of starvation.
Hurry, we won't get a seat.
You all know...
...we are gathered in memory of Vijay.
On this day last year...
...a terrible event took the great poem from us.
If I could have saved Vijay, I would have given my fortune...
...and my life.
It could not be.
Why? Because of you all.
It is said he committed suicide...
But in fact you killed him.
If Vijay were alive he would see...
the world which starved him, is ready to shower wealth on him.
The world in which...
...he died unknown, would treat him as a king.
Today this world would give him a palace.
"This world of palaces, of kingdoms, this world of power"
"The enemies of humanity, this world of rituals"
"These men who crave wealth, as their way of life"
"For what will it profit a man if he gain the world?"
"People with parched souls, with wounded spirits"
"With troubled gaze and sad hearts"
"This world which is distraught, and full of trouble"
"For what shall it profit a man if he gain the world?"
"The world where life is considered trivial"
"A world where the dead are worshipped"
"A world where death is cheaper than life"
"For what shall it profit a man if he gain the world?"
"A world where youth is driven to crime"
"A world where the young are groomed for the market-place"
"A world where love is another name for trade"
"For what shall it profit a man if he gain the world?"
"A world where man is worth nothing"
"A world where loyalty and friendship mean nothing"
"A world where love is regarded with disdain"
"For what shall it profit a man if he gain the world?"
"Burn this world, blow it asunder"
"Take this world away from my sight"
"This world belongs to you, you keep it"
"For what shall it profit a man if he gain the world?"
Stop his brothers, give whatever they want.
They mustn't identify him.
Sorry, all your resources cannot stop...
...Vijay being identified now.
Can you bribe everyone now?
Buy everyone, I'll spend all I have...
I don't want it proved he's Vijay.
Or we'll lose our name, we'll be finished.
Save yourself. I know how to save my own neck.
What!
You think you'll do it so easily?
You denied him, too!
I sway with the wind.
I followed you when it was in my interest. Now I'll ally with Vijay.
You're looking happy.
Why not? I have my hands on the king of fame.
I've got Vijay; I'll earn millions by publishing his poems.
Bravo! Excellent!
It's a goldmine.
Do you think you'll mine it alone?
You'll share it with me.
What are you gaping at? Get out!
You are very insolent, young man.
Who are you? - Never mind.
But I can identify Vijay if I so choose...
...and if I don't, he'll be shut away as a lunatic.
Are you the head of state, to lock someone away?
His brothers know him.
We'll identify him. - Of course.
He may not care about us. - We may not profit.
After all he is our blood. - Why shouldn't we identify him?
Well said!
Brothers are Brothers!
I spent 5,000 on his education.
4,000 on feeding.
If we'd loaned it, we'd have 15,000 now.
Will you pay to identify him?
15,000? - Yes, 15,000.
But you have your precious brother back.
What more could you want?
We don't want a brother, we want money.
We can't eat him.
Vijay, my brother!
Is he really Vijay? Where's the proof?
Sit down! Soon you'll say that I'm not Sattar.
How can we know that he is Vijay?
What about the suicide?
We prove it.
The neighbourhood knows, Vijay is our brother.
We say he is Vijay.
And I confirm that he's my boyhood friend.
The great poet Vijay.
The Vijay you wish to welcome so warmly...
...the Vijay for whom you shout slogans...
...I am not that Vijay.
I'm not Vijay. - Why deceive us?
I said he was an imposter.
A publicity-seeker. Hit him!
"Burn it! Blow it asunder"
"Burn it..."
"blow the world asunder"
"Take this world away from my sight"
"The world belongs to you, you keep it"
Are you mad? What did you do?
Tell these people you're Vijay, there is still time.
What's wrong? They're all here for you.
Why not tell them?
I am not that Vijay.
He is dead. - What are you saying?
All your friends say that you are Vijay. Come to your senses.
Friends?
They are not my friends.
They're friends of wealth.
Once they refused to identify me.
But now...
Why turn against yourself because of false friends?
Why refuse fame and fortune...
...when you can repudiate those people?
I have no complaint against them or any human being.
But against a society that...
...denies the right to be human.
That makes a brother a stranger, a friend an enemy.
I complain against a world that worships no humans.
But worships idols.
That destroy humans and tramples them.
Where it is a crime to share the sorrows of the poor.
Where it is cowardice to face troubles.
In such a world I shall never be at peace, Meena.
No peace, ever.
That is why I am going away, far away.
Did someone call me?
No one called. Sleep.
Gulabo, where are going? You're feverish.
Someone called me. Let me go.
I am going far away, Gulabo.
Where?
Where I won't need to go any further.
Is that what you came to say?
Will you come?