When I ask 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 board meeting.
You shouldn't have come.
I have been very upset since the party.
Do you bear me ill well?
No, Meena, I bear no grudge.
Why did you sing that heart rending poem that Day?
You ignited my desires again - Forget my past.
I had forgotten. I had remolded my life.
I controlled my heart.
Why disturb my heart? Why return to my life?
When did I ever live 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 women needs security and comforts.
And some money is also required.
For those things..
..you married Mr. Ghosh selling love for wealth.
Don't accuse me wrongly.
I love you, but you were poor and unemployed.
In love, besides poem and poetry, there is 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 high wealth and position in the society.
Now you've 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 never understood that; that's why you are unhappy.
Wonderful!
My wife's no better than a street walker.
Vijay and I know hardly 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 my 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 of separation
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 my life is meaningless.
Beloved, shower me with the nectar of your love.
Call me your own. I am waiting for you since may lives.
Slake the thirst that lies deep in my soul.
Beloved, shower me with the nectar of your love.
..so it may last beyond eternity.
There is a millionaire in the car. Come with me.
No! Go away!
Let me go!
You won't obey me?
Get going!
And thank your lucky stars, I used my weak hands.
Be seated.
This is my territory and if anyone disturbs you..
.. just call for me. I'll come running.
Where are you?
What did you say? - I didn't say a word.
She's lost, isn't she?
Who is he? - Who?
I wouldn't ask if I knew, would l?
Just as a post man knows the meaning of the 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 have 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.
May be they're the same person.
Possibly, I'll ask him.
What are you doing?
What it's to you if someone is dead, you vagabond.
Who is dead?
Whose last rites are these? - Mother's.
Don't call us brother.
We shared our relationship because of her.
And now that she is dead, you are dead for us.
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 your dance. I'll play drums for you.
Ask your friend to join us.
Come on, drink it!
I'll drink poison for her is she told me to.
He's shy!
Come sir, have a drink for my sake.
Strange chap!
Are you man or a mouse? You look as if your grandma died.
He's a beginner, but he'll finish it.
You can't be a real beginner! When did you start?
I was so overcome with sorrow.
I drank to drown the grief.
The 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.
Toady l..
.. reject the world.
And I think..
..to forget that it exists.
Where to?
My child is ill.
I need you, tend to us first.
Tend to us first then see your child.
Start the music.
These lanes, these houses where pleasure is auctioned.
These ravaged caravans of life that pass.
Where are they guardians of dignity?
Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?
These insidious streets, where infamy is traded.
Where man conceal their names, where money talks.
Where chastity is bargained and purity is sold.
Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?
The old streets where dreams wither.
Where flowers are trampled under foot.
These sham celebrations of colors are for sale.
Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?
These brightly lit rooms were dancing bells chime.
The tales beat in time with heavy hearts.
These soulless room that echo to coughing.
Where are those who claim to be proud of this land?
These garland, these walls..
..stained with blood.
These unabashed gazes, these insolent comments.
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.
They 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 those who claim to be proud of this land?
Summon all the eaders of this land.
Show them the treachery, show them these devious streets.
Summon all those who claim to be proud of this land?
Where are 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 drinks.
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 father has left me forever.
What I am doing here? Why I am alive, Gulabo?
Don't talk like that.
The world needs you and your poetry.
The world needs no body.
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 your name on her file. Who is she?
She is a chaste and virtuous society girl..
..who loves for fun and amusement..
..and sells that love for comfort.
But why take such 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 thrash 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 the world.
His name was.. Vijay.
Are you all right?
What is it?
Shadows.
Send her in.
Who are you?
Where from? - Sona.. from Dharamtallah.
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 gentlemen meet a lady of you 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'll pay 1000.. 2000 - Not even 30,000.
What's that? Show me.
For Meeena..
..whose memory has inspired every word.
I brought them to have published.
What is that? - It's all I own in the world.
I can't pay you more or the publication.
They must be published.
I'll eternally be grateful to you.
A fine bookseller you are! We want Vijay's book.
How can it be sold out so soon?
Is it "under the counter".
Have the third edition tomorrow or we'll burn this shop.
If only you were alive to see this.
Have you established his identity?
No, he hasn't said any word since he was admitted.
How are you?
Let me know if he speaks at all.
I can't pay more than 5000 for them.
They've his poems but at high prices.
Do you want to cream all the profit and leave me nothing?
Then name a sensible name 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 percent. My last offer.
Now you may leave.
I wouldn't like you to think I'm reasonable.
Here, let's shake on it.
I recollect the past.
I adorn your hair with flowers.
What is the 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's 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 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 am the eldest.
What do you want?
Shall I tell him? -No you go ahead.
I asked you what do you want?
I brought up Vijay and educated him..
..and cared for him, so that he would be someone one day.
So did l. I have no time. Get to the point.
The point is, we have come or 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. Will 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 is 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 percent? - Make it 6%.
Massage! Oil Massage!
A ghost! Lord! Make it vanish.
Let go of 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 reel 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 have the nerve to call yourself our brother.
Get out of here! Our brother!
Going to the meeting of 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 a 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 poet 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 infact 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 kingdom, 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 gains 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 gains 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 gains 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 gains 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 gains 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 gains 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 will lose our name. We will be finished.
Save yourself. I know how to save my own neck.
What? You think you will 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've 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 will mine it alone?
You'll have to 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 will be shut away as a lunatic.
Are you the head of state to lock someone away?
His brothers know him.
We will 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 for 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? What's the proof?
Sit down! Soon you will say that l' m not Sattar.
How can we know that he is Vijay?
What about the suicide? - We prove it.
The neighborhood knows that Vijay is our brother.
We say he is Vijay.
And I confirm that he is 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 are Vijay, there is still time.
What's wrong? They are 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 are 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've 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 the dead!
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 l' m going away. Far away.
Did someone call me?
No one called. Sleep.
Gulabo, where are you going? You are feverish.
Someone called me. Let me go.
I'm going far away, Gulabo.
Where?
Where I won't need to go any further.
Is that what you came to say?
Will you come?