like her who haven't met you but are crazy about you.
Is that so? I've been hearing a lot more about Rajesh Khanna!
You're very modest. But the real picture is...
every young girl has got special feelings towards a certain special...
person and you, heroes of the film world, very easily take that place...
because of your qualities
which are so many, that any one person cannot possess them all...
You fight twenty men single-handed, kill wild beasts with bare hands.
Jump from planes straight into the water - and nothing happens to you!
Not only that, after all this, you surface and start singing!?
You are a poet an engineer, a pick-pocket,
rank first in academics and sports
The more the films, the more varied these qualities!
You're their real hero!
But how can I help?
By only meeting her once.
No, Professor. Sir, as it is, the film line has a bad reputation.
As if that's not enough, there's your crazy niece...
She is my niece, after all. Allow her to come. Let her look around.
The effort you put in, the problems you face will wash away film glamour
Your real self, which incidentally is more impressive, will emerge...
But Professor, why are you dragging me into this?
There is a boy who likes her deeply.
It's a question of both their lives together.
You've always acted in films.
Acting a little in real life shouldn't be all that difficult.
Professor Sir, in the industry, people who conceive an idea...
are different from those who write it.
I'll be conceiving writing and acting, all together!
Deshpande told me a lot about you, and that's why I had the courage
to put forward this proposal. Just one thing, Dharamji.
The girl should not know that this has been contrived.
It should feel natural.
Dharamji, the shot is ready. Would you listen to the scene?
Right, I've taken enough of your time. I'm grateful to you.
Dharamji, I have a brilliant story for the next picture
What will you write, Birenda? I will write a brilliant idea!
Mamaji, are you going somewhere? - Yes dear, with you.
With me? Where to?
You wanted to go shopping, remember!
Oh Mamaji, you are omniscient! That's exactly why I...
So get dressed! Statue!
No Mamaji, not now...!
Wait a minute...! Come here!
I owe you another three smacks.
That's right. Six smacks in all...! - Ramdayal, hey Ramdayal...?
Yes Mamaji... - Why aren't you dressed?
Where do you want to go? - Shopping.
What will I shop. - Nothing. You could carry bags!
Come on! Hurry up! - I'm expensive help!
I'll need two new shirts!
You'll get them, move it!
Where are we? - A moment, I've got work.
Here in the studio? - Yes. Wait. I'll be right back.
You're here with Mr. Gupta? - Yes.
You've been called on the sets. Follow me, please.
Dharmenderji, some tea? - No tea, no thanks!
The scene's a little difficult. I've got sweaty palms...
You're a very good actor. It's such a tiny scene. Don't worry!
Look Professor, films are fiction... - They've come!
Oh Kusumji, there you are. I didn't think we'd ever meet again.
Do you remember how we'd met at the... hotel?
You mean you recognize me?
You are difficult to forget.
Is that right? Why? What is so special?
So maybe I'll tell you. If you stood in front of the mirror and smiled,
you'd realize how beautiful your eyes are!
Hey Guddi... why are you standing there? Come on in...
Dharmendarji, this is my nephew Navin...
and this is Kusum, my niece's husband's sister... I mean...
Never mind, it's too long...
She's my very own Guddi.
Why don't you sit down?!
Does Kusum go to school?
She does go to school. Whether she studies is a separate issue!
The shot is ready. I'll finish it and get back.
Vimiji let's do one rehearsal. - OK...
Vimiji, your dialogue starts as the song gets over.
OK.
There's no solar in the full light.
Did you like the song? - Yes, very much.
When you sang, it was as if flowers reigned from heaven.
I always want you to sing like this. I'll always listen,
I'll sit with you and listen... - Cut!
No, no, just 5 minutes, 5 minutes. Dharamji, you can rest.
Do relax... - You sing beautifully!
Who me!? Not really! I sing flat! It's someone else's voice!
That's not true! If you play an instrument, you couldn't sing flat!
You're talking about the piano?
It's completely out of tune or even mute!
So that's it!
I wondered where all the percussion came from... I thought perhaps,
the domestic at home adds him own rhythm... maybe...?
Dharamji, Kusum's here for a couple of days.
She'd like to see some shoots...
But of course, why not?
I'll give you a call, and you could send her across!
Mother, Mother! Oh there you are! Bless me so that I win!
What are you fighting? Badminton?
Well, I'll be competing for a championship - a silver cup...!
May you always succeed, my son!
You will win!
Why didn't you think about my happiness?
Why not? I had one wish. It's gone!
When Rajesh looks at Asha I feel as if I've been slapped!
I want to drink his blood! My blood boils! I'm consumed!
When he laughs with her, speaks with her I burn!
I cannot see them together, Chachaji, I will destroy all!
I get the feeling that this marriage is not taking place...
for me or my happiness but, just so that you feel fulfilled.
That's fine. You've always been stubborn. Your every wish is mine.
You are my parents, and you've committed yourselves.
You've got standing in society!
I wouldn't want to see you lose that!
Ajay...!!?
Shyam, what's all this on the road?
Saran, how are you doing?
I'm doing fine. First tell me, who is she. Her name - name!
She stays in my building. We study together.
You're having a ball!! Can I enroll in your college?
So get in. Someone has to get out!
Now there's something!!
My sister, has she or hasn't she come here?
Who? No. She hasn't come here.
Take two!
Neeta, I know exactly what you'd like to ask.
But I've gone a long way down the path of love.
Stop - stop - stop! - What's up?
You're up front. I've chalked it for you.
Sorry sorry... it's the dialogue
And the angle of your face... a little there, here...
Thank you.
Start! - Come in?
Yes.
Neeta, I know exactly what you'd like to ask.
But I've gone a long way down the path of love,
and returning from there is not easy...
. and I don't think I want to know.
Neeta, love is like the moon.
It waxes and wanes and I've forgotten!
Listen child it's a sin to commit suicide,
you have to live life, not throw it away
I turn around only after "not throw it away",?
I want to commit suicide.
No, child, it's a sin to commit suicide.
You have to learn to live life, not throw it away.
He's given you life, so it's His prerogative to take it away from you.
Look at me, love. I am sixty years old.
I love life and I want to live forty years more.
OK. Some tea for me!
Relax! How was the shot? - Beautiful. May I ask you something?
Yes... go on...
I've been looking at these shoots for quite some days now...
Most of them are engineered by the director.
The writer pens down lines for dialogue...
The cameraman adds glamour while he shoots the scene... I mean,
then why is it that only you, film stars get the accolades?
Why not all the others?
It's like this, Navin. When you look at a beautiful painting or...
an incredible statue, you value that finished product more as a...
work of art than the genius of the artist himself.
Similarly, it is all those film - technicians, be they directors...
cameramen, editors etc. Who are the life support of the industry -
but, because it is the actor who stand in front
he gets those coveted accolades!
Light!? Hmmm. - Here you are
No Sir... - Go on, take it, keep it!
Welcome Praan Sahib!
I'll be called for a shoot! - When did you get back from Madras?
Yesterday. It was scorching hot! Look at me, burnt berry brown!!
Meet Professor Gupta, Kusum, Naveen.
Are you in the film line? - No.
Would you like to be? - No.
But, why not?
You've got personality, a handsome face, curly hair, great build...
just like Dharmendra, like a He-Man! I could talk to producers.
No. I am not interested. I am content with what I am and...
Absurd! That's the first man who hasn't fallen for film glamour!
Hey Praan Sahib, that's a smart watch!
Aah, yes! Only yesterday, this man forcibly presented it to me.
I don't much care for it... look at the dial! Do you like it?
It's a beautiful watch!
I don't think so, so you keep it... here!
I've told you, its yours...
Stop! One whack otherwise...
Maybe he's given it to you with an intent!
An intent?!
Yes! He never does anything without a motive!
Because, most of the time he's a villain in the movies?
In real life, he's a different person. Funny, but he's always doing good!
This is the film line, Professor Gentlemen are portrayed as villains.
And those like myself, are heroes!
Shot's ready, where's the hero? Let's go!
Hey Guddi, you really took him for a villain?
He's awful only in a film!
Don't you understand, they do as the writer and director want?
The real heroes are all behind the camera!!
Stop! Why are you wasting your life, young man?
Tell me, where the map is and I'll cover you with riches!
I should be a traitor for these diamonds?
I trade my pride and my country?
You fool, so what about your country!?
This is my country, where I live and die...
this country called Hindustan!
Right... since you so keenly wish to end it all I could help...
What dialogues!
When this film is released and Dharmenderji says "...this is
my country - the country called Hindustan!"
Just watch the response of the crowd!
The poor writer! No credit for him. The crowd applauds the artist!
That was a great shot! - Thank you.
Praanji, you are beaten black and blue in every film!
Dear chap, it's fun when it happens with Dharmendra!
But with some of the others, I only have to blow and they'd fly off!
You must know of the idiom -"Even a lion dies at the hands of a vulture"!
Praanji, your telephone...
When I'm working? Who could this be? . Excuse me...
Mamaji... there's someone in Praanji's clothes!
Who is he?
It's his duplicate
. Meaning?
This is risky. Scenes having a fire... jumping from heights...
violence - fights, duplicates handle all of them.
Start sound!
Don't worry! They'll cut this portion. No one will know.
Thirteen/Two
Game Point!
Game up!
Gosh, you really give a good fight, Naveen!
Where did you practice? Good stuff! You got me sweating!
If you insisted on losing, why did you play?
Monty, you've got no brains, you wouldn't understand.
Naveen, both of you pile on later. Come home with Bhagwan.
You bring them home later.
Why did you let him win? Where was the need??
Don't worry, I'll be there. I know it's a 7 o'clock shift.
No, I wasn't partying last night! Yes, yes, they've arrived...
Thank you very much. Come on in, Naveen, that was your Mamaji.
Really?
Yes, he said he wanted same paan (beetle leaf) from the shop outside.
Paan? But Mamaji does not eat paan!?
I know, I know, but just the other day...
I'd given him sweet Banarasi paan to taste and he loved it!!
He's asked you to go across and get two paans for him on the way back...
Right, so then we'll take your leave? Why? Why don't you eat and go?
No, we've really eaten too much, Didi must be waiting...
O.K. Drop in whenever you like... I could do with some badminton!
Goodnight...
May I come with you? - It's not necessary.
What happened... What's happened? - Thugs!
Thugs? In this neighborhood? - You get thugs anywhere!
What's this? Blood!?
That's alright. You don't have to tear your sari...
like a heroine and make a bandage! I don't use duplicates when I fight!
Now get in!
My God! Professor Sahib, your nephew is something else!
What did he have in his hands? - Nothing!
What did you expect? One punch and he's rattled my dentures!!
Professor Sahib, mine are lose too!
If we'd taken him into confidence this might not have happened!
No Professor Sahib, he's got a lot of self respect! He'd have never agreed.
Come on, I'll drop you off!
Some coffee? - It's not required!
Mamaji, what's happened? - Nothing, Navin.
I tried to do someone a good turn and...
So? - I overdid it a bit.
You were attacked suddenly?
Yes, Mamaji! They shut my mouth, dug a gun into me and wanted...
whatever I possessed!
Despite that, I screamed. Navin ran back and fought them off! Biff! Biff!
What's wrong?!
I'm hurting, nothing more! And then?
Then? The shorter of the hoodlums fell under his blow.
The taller one gathered his skirts and took off!!
If only you were there, Mamaji you'd have loved it!!
I'm having a great time listening to all of it!
Navin's really brave, Mamaji!
Don't talk about him! Go get me some hot tea!
OK.
Hello? - Dharmenderji, what's happening?
Oh Professor Sahib, nothing really. I've got one cheek left.
Poor chap. My dentures are loose and I haven't heard
the end of Navin's bravery!
Which means my experiment worked!
That's why I've called, to tell you about her progress.
Professor Sahib, I've done a lot of memorizing of dialogues and...
knowing how the story would evolve.
But this is different.
This is the first time where I don't know the outcome!?!
I've trapped you in a terrible scene! I'm indebted to you!
I remark a change in her!
Kusum is changing.
I need your support a little longer. It will all work out.
Don't worry, Professor Sahib, I'll be with you throughout.
Good night, Sir.
Get the light carriage here. - Here, and call them in!
Get them! - Right, let's go.
Kundan Bhaiyya. - Who?
Remember Kundan Bhaiyya? Tara's brother? Look, there!
Kundanji...
Are you Kundan?.. Tara studies with Kusum,
that's how I know of you.
How is Tara, and Mother? Is something wrong??
How should they be? Someone's strapping brother...
Someone's young son vanishes overnight?
What got into you? Who brainwashed you?
No one - you've got it wrong. I did it myself.
The glamour of the film world enticed me.
I thought it would work out. I took a chance. A big risk.
Only when I got here did I realize how hard I'd have to work.
Having no background, no know-how, nothing...
Then return home...
I can't. You see, - I pilched money from them.
With what face do I return?
Kundunji, Mother's don't look at faces. They look at minds.
They are pure.
Do you feel ashamed when you pray, despite all said and done?
No. Here's some money. It will get you home... off you go...
No. I won't accept the money.
I'll earn something and get back on my own.
When you do earn, you can repay me. Kundan, I am no stranger.
Go on, you've found yourself a brother!
When you get back, Tara and Mother will be overwhelmed.
I want a part of that feeling as a brother... your brother...
Go on, take it. Keep it... use it.
What is it, Mamaji?
You've got a lunch invite at Dharmenderji's, remember?
You and Kusum go along.
I've got some work. I don't think I want to go.
So then cancel it. I don't want to go either.
But I telephoned and said the two of you would be coming!
What will I do there? I do get a bit awkward, Mamaji.
You're not doing this for yourself. You're doing it for Kusum.
Go on, get dressed both of you.
Dharmenderji, may I take your photograph today?
Today? It's a little difficult.
Would you try, please?
Could you wait some time?
Zamindar Sahib, I only want a rupee!
The moneylender wont part with it, he is such a miser!
Hey Pandit Maganlal, the moneylender couldn't be worse than me!
35 years ago, when I had bought ghee worth one rupee from the Punjab,
I packed it tight.
My Roti's are cooked in the same ghee today!
That ghee is not over. I still use it!
I cook my rotis right near the ghee box!
The ghee stares at those rotis and vice-versa.
That's when the rotis change into Parathas and I devour them!
What happened?
He's been feverish for a few days... He must have collapsed.
So lift him and put him in my car. Take him to the hospital right away!
Kusum, come on with us.
Hey, Lalit, get your here! - Right.
You're in charge? - Yes.
When you knew he was unwell, why did you let him work?
I forbid him.
But then if he doesn't work he has no money to take home, you see!?
Here! Rs. 100/-. Send him home. Only get him to work when he's fine.
You could ask me for more money.
Siraj Bhai, its incredible - the plastic glamour of the film line.
But what goes on behind the scenes is altogether a different story!
Dharmenderji, you've got time now. May I take some photos?
You should be ashamed! That poor electrician is dying...
and you want to take my photos?! Why don't you take his snaps?
Write about him?! - I'm sorry Dharmenderji.
Take a seat, Naveen. Do you like this place?
This film studio?
Yes, the entire film world?
It's a strange world. There is always that fear of wandering and...
getting lost... In all this glamour and glitter, anyone could get lost.
But I notice that all this seems to have no effect on you!
Naveen, despite being a part of this world, I do feel strange.
Maybe because at heart I am still a village boy...
And a village boy never really breaks off ties...
with the land he so cherishes.
When I had my land, I was so proud and safe...
I knew that it was not only enough to feed me but all of my family.
But here, I feel alone, very alone, away from my roots.
I know that as long as I am in the limelight in all this glamour...
people will want me, applaud me.
One day, when there is no light, darkness will engulf me.
In this darkness, no one will reach for me.
Do you remember that scene where a man was pressing MJ's feet?
Do you know who he is? One of the greats...
of the silent movie era, Master Siraj; he's nowhere today.
Come, let me show you something.
There's that studio? All burnt out?
I'd started my career here, with Bimalda...
Bimal Roy was making "Bandhani". He's gone now, and so is the studio.
Two biggahs of land, "Bandhani" "Madhumati"...
All in these four walls, pearls and diamonds.
What great talent has been here, who remembers these names today?
They'll soon be buried in time.
This place which should remain a temple of talent...
will one day be converted to a soap factory.
Each of us over here has a specific time. The way I do.
Look at that light. It must have lit so many star profiles...
and even glamorized them. Today, it's burnt and broken...
lens lies in the rubble, in these ashes, staring nowhere.
Gosh, I'd forgotten, let's go eat lunch.
No, not today...
But we'll do it some other time.
I understand, after all that's happened today.
That's alright...
We'll take your leave - OK, all the best!
Thank you!
Dharmenderji, I am sorry, I troubled you.
But I'd like to say something. - Yes?
I have a wife and two little kids, and I have a college degree.
When in college, photography was my hobby.
Today, that degree is useless.
But my photography gets me two square meals a day.
You got upset because I didn't photograph that support staff.
You tell me, who would have bought his picture?
You do know the press -
It does not serve the public or the truth.
Everything is weighed against money.
That is why naked glamour is photographed by everyone.
I contribute to it in my own way.
I know this is a type of prostitution. But then isn't it done all the time?
Especially, if there are two square meals involved?
People buy photographs of heroes and heroines...
they have them framed, then mount them on walls.
Who has ever framed the heroes of our country?
Have you ever thought of that?
I am sorry. That accident has blown my mind.
I've said a lot to you, for no real fault of yours.
It's our system, you see, but I will give you an interview.
And this time, it will be a story that's never been printed before.
So come with me now...
Mamaji, don't you ever tire of reading?
Yes, I do - Then what do you do?
I panic. Then I read again! - Oh no!!
Why, what's the matter? - Mamaji, lets go out for a drive?
Yes. We'll go see a shoot too! - No, not a shoot, anywhere else!
OK, call that Satyanarayan! - Him? He's ill.
Ill? - Hmmm!
What's wrong with him? - Since he's been staying with you...
he's not only been reading but writing too!
He sits so seriously as if he's doing school homework!
Go on, coax him! If he doesn't listen, bully him!
Bully him! - Yeah!
Gosh! Fatso's four times my size.
Look, where strength doesn't work, the mind should be put to use!
Stop it... you've been writing for 3 days just as if...
you are the Great Kalidas! - Kusum, stop disturbing me!
Stop disturbing me!
Come on, let's go out some place!
Take Mamaji - I refuse to see a shoot.
Oh no, no shooting - perhaps some place else?
Oh? - Yes. I'm bored now.
You're bored of shoots? - Yes. It's all make believe.
It's a big con game
You're even bored with Dharmender's shoot?
What's the big deal with Dharmender's shoot?
Why are you looking at me like that? - I'm not looking,
I just don't believe my ears! - Why?
The devil takes the Lord's name!?
Oh come on, stop this. Please, let's go...
You've got glares on. You can't really see, but I am working...
Which means, you're not coming?
That's right, not until I've finished.
Kusum, don't be a child!
It's not funny! Give back my book. Don't be absurd... Kusum!
Mamaji! - What happened?
Kusum! Give back my book!
Look, it's not funny anymore Kusum!
There's a limit to being silly!
"The glamour of the film world is quite strange...
Like pieces of glass, but when light falls on them...
they shimmer like jewels.
Without light, they are naked pieces of glass once again, not emeralds.
The hero who take the role of a patriot holds his head high.
But if he had to portray someone poor, the glamour would wash away.
When the scene finishes, and the role is over...
doesn't he feel empty once again? When he looks at those menials work...
doesn't he feel an overwhelming sense of hopelessness...
when he realizes that they don't even get two square meals a day?
He's not a patriot. Just self sufficient.
Till today, films are shown in air-conditioned cinema houses.
But when I visited those film studios, I have seen so much pain...
I don't think I want to sit in comfort in any theatre for a long time.
What a difference. From that same film...
someone earns millions, while another hardly gets enough to eat!
This glaring difference is the worst disease...
that consumes the film industry.
But why only the film industry?
Isn't the difference a disease of our entire nation?"
Here's your book. - Leave it on the table.
I asked you to leave it on the table. - I've read it.
You write beautifully. - I haven't asked for your opinion.
Are you going to publish this in a magazine?
This is not Dharmender's biography!
Why do you nag me all the time? What wrong have I done?
Is this what happens when someone makes a mistake!?
Guddi, where's your Bhabhi? - In the Kitchen, why?
There are these photos I'd like her to see.
Why don't you look at them...
Which one do you like? - Who are they?
Navin's wives - perhaps...
I mean he could like some of them... or any of them!
Do you like someone?
Why ask me? Ask him who's getting married.
Let's check whom you'd choose?
None.
None? How about this one?
Parrot nosed?!
And that one? - She looks like a filmstar!
Look at her coiffure?
Someone's dropping by this evening. They say she's an absolute smasher!
I guess...
What's the matter with you? You've got one long face...
I'd like to go home, Mamaji... Back to my father.
Good grief... so suddenly? What's the hurry?
Nothing. I'd like to go.
Would you stop being stubborn?
My brother celebrates my birthday each year... I'd like to go back.
Your birthday...? When is it?
The following Friday. - Then you stay right here.
You go nowhere.
We'll invite friends and family and we'll paint the town!
When I was little, I'd ask my mother each time on my birthday,
Come in Bharat, Guddi...
Many happy returns on your birthday.
Thank you.
These are lovely flowers.
Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl
Bharat, no designs on Guddi, huh?
He's a staunch member of our bachelor club...
Chaturvedi Sahib... My daughter Kusum...
Stay happy child.
Do sit down...
Bhaiyya... you here?
But of course! It's your birthday!
Guddi, go on, I... go!
Why? - Go!
Go, she's in the kitchen making mincemeat out of me...
I mean mincing meat. I mean go on, go see her...
Mamaji... you've not changed!
Why didn't you get father? - You know dad, he won't move!
Guddi, where are you going? Look after the guests.
You go wash up. God party, huh Guddi.
Yes, but...
But? Oh right you are, Dharmendra hasn't shown up...
So? Big deal! - No, I mean...
Where's fatso... he's not here?
Fatso...?
Oh yes, Harihar. Maybe he's got some urgent work.
He's been getting a lot of phone calls. There must be something.
There's always something! What about the house and family?
He's done this deliberately!
Why would he do this deliberately?
One day, I mean, I'd said to him on the terrace...
What did you say?
Nothing.
Did you swear at him? - No!
So big deal if he doesn't turn up. There are a lot many others?!
He can take them all!
Really now?!
Don't you remember the way he biffed those thugs?
You brought that up again?!
Hey Navin, there you are... And how come you're with me?
I feel good, that's why!
I've got good news. I'd like to share it with you.
Go on, quick tell me!
Remember, I had an interview going?
Yes. You had mentioned it...
I landed the job!
Super! Great! Congratulations!
I must have been lucky! - Lucky!? What rot!
You're capable! That's what!
I am elated, even perhaps more than Mamaji.
I'm sure. That's exactly why I've come here!
It's great news. Everyone's going to be happy.
Have you told Kusum yet? - No.
It's her birthday today! There's a party!
Are you going?
No, I've got people coming over. Do ask her to excuse me...
Oh...! I'm late, and you're not going...
No problem, I'll telephone her myself.
Have you bought her a present?
No. Nothing. I've bought nothing.
Why?
Couldn't think of anything.
Navin, may I ask you something? It's personal.
Your attitude shows that you're really hurt and annoyed.
No... er... not really!
Navin, I do know what's going on between Kusum and you.
When your Mamaji approached me, I wondered what I had got myself into.
But I'm grateful to him. I haven't hurt an innocent girl...
and I got myself a great buddy like you.
Cigarette? - No thanks.
I'm really proud of you but if I am the cause of your unhappiness...
forgive me and forgive this innocent girl.
Why do you talk like this? If I was petty, I wouldn't be here!
Great attitude! If you'd do the same with Kusum, I'll know...
that you're a true friend.
So when are you leaving?
Sometime today. - Today?
That's why I thought I'd drop by.
All the best, then...
Modern Florists?
This is Dharmendra. I've ordered some flowers.
Just one favor, it's the name.
They're not from me, but "With love from Navin".
Thank you very much... thank you.
Look, he still hasn't come back... - And where should I look?
You find this funny? - What's to worry, child?
That's odd, a family member hasn't arrived and you're OK?
Whom are you waiting for? - For Harihar.
Harihar? Which Harihar? - Our very own Ramdayal...
Ramdayal? - Oh, Guddi's fatso, Navinchand!
Aah... that's right! And where is he!?
Professor Gupta? - Yes?
I'm here from Modern Florists. These are from Navin.
Aren't they beautiful flowers, Mamaji?
These are the best!!
You haven't sung yet... It's not polite.
I'll sing and cut the cake only when Navin arrives.
He will be coming.
They say that when Nawab Bajid Ali was to arrive...
his entry would be announced by his hookah.
Similarly, Navin's arrival is announced by these flowers!
You wait, he'll be dragging himself here while you sing.
And so ladies and gentlemen,
In customary fashion, a birthday party in the film line...
is never complete without a song.
Our Kusum, little Guddi will give you a song
A good hand, all of you!
Just a minute, the birthday girl has to refuse to sing twice... you see
Mamaji, I'm not singing...
As many times as she refuses, we all clap!
So dear, it would be best if you would sing quickly!
Yes, and Guddi, sing one of those oldies, otherwise we'll...
Oh! And the hero comes home! Wonderful! The song beckons and...
he is home! What an entry!
Navin, thank you very much... your flowers are lovely!
My flowers? - Yes.
But I haven't sent you flowers!
Oh Jijaji - there you are!
Surprised, huh?! So what's new with you, Engineer Sahib!
I've got great news!
You landed the job? - Yes.
You got it? - Yes, I did.
I tried telephoning, you weren't there.
There was a problem with the postal department.
The company letter states that I join them tomorrow.
Tomorrow? How will you join up tomorrow?
I'll leave by tonight's flight. My tickets are ready.
Today?! You're leaving now?
Yes, I have to. Kusum. Wish you all the best in life.
Girdhar Gopal, there's not much time left. Meet your sister.
Tell her the good news and start packing!
Where is Didi? - In the kitchen.
No, on the terrace.
On the terrace?
What's she doing up there?
She's got a headache.
So where's Didi?
She's below.
Why did you bring me here?
I did it deliberately. - Why?
I want to tell you something. Do you have to go today?
Yes.
You couldn't wait for a day?
What difference would it make?
If it did, would you wait?
How would you gain if I lost my job?
If I gained, would you wait for me?
No. It's not required. We're distant now, we've grown apart.
I'm glad I got the job at the right time.
I've been uneasy. Very uncomfortable for a few days.
I'll be far away.
I'll stop thinking of you. I'll forget everything.
Go. Get out. Leave me. Forget it all.
Kusum, don't cry. Stop crying. Don't...
What difference does it make? You've made up your mind about leaving. Go!
How do I go if you sob like this?
Believe me. I don't want to get you unhappy today.
Lies! All lies! You've deliberately made me unhappy! Always!
You realize how much I trust you how much I rely on you. That's why!
No, Kusum, no. That's not true. On this same terrace...
one day, not long ago, you had said that...
So? Is that it? Is that all? That's all you're clinging to?
Look Kusum, I can't fathom you out. I do not know where I stand with you.
Perhaps you look at me as a playmate, a friend, someone...
to backslap. But it's different for me. You mean a lot more.
It's almost unbearable, because I have grown to love you.
That's why I'm going far away. It's best for all of us...
If you don't affirm what I ask, I'll never say over...
and you'll be standing there rooted for good.
Tell me whether you will take me with you?
Flutter your eyes?!
Kusum... oh Kusum
Long live Dharmendra!