Here, Sudhir.
Filled the tank with two liters and a pouch of oil.
And my good man, maybe you could clean it some time.
You ride it, too. You could also dust it.
Stay in line.
Go out. We need to discuss something.
You want to discuss, you go out.
Didn't I just tell you to stay in line? Get out!
Let uncle come back, I'll tell him how much you beat me.
You bastard, uncle will be back in two weeks...
just think about how much I could thrash you until then.
Shoe down! Put the shoe down!
You two brothers are something else!
Brother Sudhir, you were absolutely right. I ride your Luna,
so I should clean it. I'll do it.
For now, please step out. Go on.
-Next month on, I'll live with you. -OK.
What did you say? Bastard! Next month onwards you'll live with him?
Have you lost your mind?
Show me your hand.
Show me. Hey, throw this away!
Listen, and speak
From heart to heart The language of love
Listen, and speak
From heart to heart The language of love
Meet, and cherish
The sweetness of these trysts
Listen
Speak
Stumble or steady yourself
Love is the mischief of youth
Donâ€™t get on that boat for safety
I love you Rasna.
For only those who drown in love Get across
Listen, and speak
From heart to heart The language of love
Oh, please come in, Uncle.
What's the situation, son?
It's a hairline fracture, Uncle.
It'll heal in two weeks.
Yes, but... how is he doing?
He's a little disturbed,
but living here with me, he'll be fine in a day or two.
Don't you worry.
-Here, take some money-- -I don't need it, Uncle.
-It'll be useful-- -Uncle, this is the problem with you.
You don't pay up when you're supposed to,
and when you're not supposed to, you insist.
Keep it.
-Would you like some tea? -Yes.
You grew up an orphan, right?
Who taught you to be so nice?
Son, don't ever break your friendship with Dharam.
Maybe he'll mend his ways due to your company.
Why are you talking about all these depressing things?
Have some tea.
Look how amazing it's turned out. Here.
Yes.
Who the hell is it?
Is this called studying?
This is called studying?
You're campaigning for president.
And you wrote that your studies are going well?
You've made this house a drinking den!
Living a life of luxury? Doing as you please?
And now you've learnt to lie.
Roaming about with goons!
Well, son, you haven't killed yet. Why not do that too?
I'm going to tell my brother-in-law
to give up all hopes for you.
You're lucky I'm your uncle.
Had I been your father, I would have beaten you half dead!
If you even look at my child again...
-Dharam Awasthi! -Long live!
Long live!
Regardless of the number of entry-exits, don't miss...
If they don't talk to you, hand them pamphlets...
Put up posters on all entry-exits...
Every wall in the university should be covered!
DHARAM POWERED BY BABBU KI PARTY
...paddle in hand and the rich holding on to the reins.
But now, we need Mamta's hands, full of equality!
The boy has scored 91%,
but he has no money.
He didn't get in!
He got in!
Did you understand?
This time, vote...
...for the fate of the college!
Not for the rich, nor the poor. Because Mamta stands for equality!
-Vote for! -Mamta Roy!
-Vote for! -Mamta Roy Choudhary!
-Must win!
-Vote for! -Mamta Roy Choudhary!
-Must win!
Che beedi!
Don't go on the name - there's twenty beedis in a bundle!
Don't go on the name...
She will bring about change in society
as if she were a beardless Karl Marx!
Mamta stands for...
Equality!
-Mamta stands for! -Equality!
The house isn't going to run away.
We could have gone after a month.
Barabanki!
This one first, please!
Barabanki! Five rupees!
-Mind your head. -My head hurts due to the medicines.
Barabanki! Five rupees!
Juggaur!
Come on, there's an empty seat here.
Juggaur!
Juggaur-Barabanki!
Aunty...
I'd thrown in a handkerchief on this seat from outside.
Yes, I threw the handkerchief back out.
What? But why?
I claimed this seat!
Don't talk back to me, you son of a bitch!
First you burn buses to protest against reservation,
then you throw hankies on seats to reserve them.
Go! Move ahead!
Or else I'll bash your face in with my sandals. Go!
Please, move ahead. She's hurt in the head.
Look for another seat.
What kind of lady--
Don't start this "lady" nonsense with me!
I'm enraged! I'll carve you like a pumpkin! Go!
Walk ahead, please.
Let's go.
LUCKNOW BARABANKI
I'm coming along with you so why are you pouting?
As if it were a big favor.
I was the one that got hit on the head, my head is hurting,
but you're the one getting annoyed?
There's no need to pull out your knife in public all the time.
Your tongue is sharp enough.
Why did you buy a plot in Barabanki?
The land was on sale, so I bought it.
But why not in Malihabad?
My brother-in-law would never have accepted you.
Because I'm a whore?
Mumtaz, come if you want to,
or we can get off at the next stop and take a bus back to Lucknow.
What? But we've already sold our Rakabganj house!
Then keep quiet and sit still.
The medicines haven't worn off.
That's why you keep babbling nonsense for no reason.
Shouldn't I take my medicines?
This is Mirza Ghalib's terrace...
Let me experience the place Where poetry is still alive
...where he used to write poetry.
Where love has doors and windows And the floor is made of humanity
A poet's thoughts Gives man the beauty of living
Brings revolution
Where lies the fragrance of freedom
I'd like to breathe in that freedom
And I would like you, Sarita
To be with me
So that you can also experience it
And not take me for a madman
What are you looking for? There's only utensils.
What? Looking for the key?
I've attached the key to the sacred thread I wear.
Then?
Look that way.
Just do as I say.
Oh, all right.
Can I see?
Yes.
"Mumtaz Mahal."
Did you get it?
Mumtaz Mahal means Taj Mahal.
This? The Taj Mahal?
Well, this is the only Taj Mahal I can afford with my income.
Well, open it then. Our Taj Mahal.
There you go.
Come in, my queen.
This is our bedroom.
-What's this? -This is your vegetable shop.
Where there is only you
And the whole world fades away
I want that place to be my address
What's this?
When you move into a new house, you worship the goddess.
But for me, you're the goddess of this house.
-No... -Let me put the ceremonial vermillion.
If my mother were alive today, she'd be so happy...
seeing me finally settled down.
Where the echo of happiness Never fades
No matter the passage of centuries
Where conversation flows
A large courtyard Though the house be small
Where I will work all day long
And once tired Find my bed in your arms
Such should be that city of love
Where even the two of us Can share a little house
If you want to enjoy films like these, you need to leave your brain behind at home.
If you want to make such a film, even then you can leave your brain behind at home.
This is a terrible honeymoon.
Cheap hotel,
cycle rickshaw rides,
watching films in a stall,
and then have kulfi-falooda worth only two rupees.
-You're such a miser. -Hey.
Life is meant to be experienced, not bargained or negotiated with.
Your falooda contains aromatic keora,
but since you have your nose turned up high,
its aroma can't reach you.
When you're in front of the Taj Mahal,
don't think about how much money you have in your pocket.
Instead, think of me as your Shah Jahan,
and yourself as my Mumtaz Mahal,
and that I had the Taj Mahal built for you.
Oh, wow!
So, you've made arrangements for my grave on our honeymoon itself!
-Long live! -Mamta Roy Choudhary!
-Thank you so much!
This win isn't mine alone - it belongs to all of you!
-How do you know? -Brother, the results are already out.
So, first of all, clap for yourselves!
There could be a mistake.
We should get the results checked once more.
-Let's go, Budhai. -Mr. Jindal, listen--
Move! I've seen enough.
-Long live! -Communist Party!
And Kamlesh, thank you!
Thank you for being the biggest support.
Brother, it's not my fault you lost.
It's true that I am in love with Devdutt's intellect and Kapil's body.
I'm a young woman and I need to listen to my mind.
If I don't, sometimes it is my body that rebels,
sometimes it is my thoughts.
This incompleteness has split me in half!
Rashmi...
I need to talk to you.
But I don't want to talk to you.
Rashmi, how long are we going to keep squabbling over these little things?
Dharam, what might seem like little things, aren't actually so.
Rashmi, I love you a lot.
I'm sorry.
Dharam, I don't love you anymore.
Let's not be in touch.
All right.
Then you shouldn't be in touch with Angad too.
I'm not your property, Dharam! I can do as I please!
Why are you torturing yourself? Let's go.
What do you want?
I just want to meet Babbu Bhaiya once.
That won't happen.
You lost to a woman.
We have no use for you.
Budhai, take all the stuff from him.
Mr. Jindal, at least let me keep one gun?
I worked really hard.
This is exactly what happened to Sunny Deol in the movie Arjun .
So this is an everyday thing now?
What do you want?
You made Rashmi cry, broke Sudhir's arm,
and now you're drinking in the evening. Have you no shame?
Stop trying to be uncle, OK?
You're in a dark place, Dharam.
One where you think your friends are your foes, and vice versa.
I know very well how much of a friend you were being.
If you were interested in Rashmi, you should have told me earlier.
Dharam...
I just came to tell you that we can't be friends anymore.
Fine.
Drop Sudhir home tomorrow.
But your gun is kept here, right?
Sister, this is for you.
But this is yours, right?
I've stopped having tobacco on Sudhakar's insistence.
Are you living on rent?
No, it's our own house in Barabanki.
Sudhakar had got it built.
Perhaps he knew that one day the Municipality would tear down my shop.
-And what about the room here? -Sold it.
I'll need to set up shop there.
-It got sold so quick? -Yes.
Sudhakar sold it to the first buyer. Didn't negotiate.
Because we took cash.
Oh! OK.
It's six o'clock! Time for my bus. I'll take my leave, sister.
Your absence is really felt here, Mumtaz.
Well, just visit me in Barabanki. It's not far.
By the way, tell your husband to get Rakesh a job.
Hanging around with goons has spoiled him. Isn't that so?
Oh... Binno, this is for you and your unborn child.
No, Aunty.
I'm telling you to have it.
Take it, child. It's from aunty.
-Mumtaz, I'll go get you a rickshaw. -OK.
Listen Binno,
you need to take care of not one but two lives now.
And if your man beats you,
and then tells you that he loves you, don't believe him.
Leave him.
The one who beats is no man.
OK?
And listen,
keep this with you... and don't lose strength.
OK?
-Aunty... -Sit.
-Listen. -Speak.
I think I'm in love.
Again?
But you just broke up! Can't you stay single for a little while?
Being single is so boring.
Why are you always in such a hurry? I just don't get it.
Idiot, you don't get anything.
I am in love with you.
What?
I imagine you also love me?
-Excuse me. -Go on.
What? You don't?
Not in that way.
I don't believe you! You led me up the garden path!
-How? -Hey!
We are always hanging out together! You are always helping me sort things out!
Rashmi, I am your friend.
-Friends do that. -We are just friends?
You had me.
This is so embarrassing.
I don't know why I even considered this.
-Excuse me. -Please.
Rashmi, the reason I don't love you in that way...
is because I love someone else.
When did this happen?
Tell me quickly! Who is it?
Mamta...
Mamta who? Mamta Dwivedi?
Mamta Roy Choudhary.
That Mamta? Shontu's Mamta?
This is why I didn't tell anyone.
This matter lies in my heart and will stay buried there.
-You mean she does not know? -No!
And Shontu?
No, Rashmi. He is my friend. I am not going to hit on his girlfriend.
I find it ridiculous how you men always think of women as your property.
This girl is your sister-in-law, that girl is my sister-in-law. Up all your...
But right now even you said "Shontu's Mamta."
Rashmi!
Why are you upset?
Because I don't love you, or because I didn't hit on Mamta?
Go to hell, all of you.
I need to have a drink. Can you come and drink with me?
You want to have a drink with me? Are you sure?
Why not? Remember, we are just friends.
You'll get drunk, then you'll say, "I think I'm in love."
Come on!
Mr. Babbu, the girl wants to run away, but she's scared of her brother and father.
They have four shops in Sadar Bazaar.
Between her brother and her father, they have three licensee revolvers
and they are kept loaded at all times.
If you don't have the courage, then let it be.
Brother, I have courage,
but they recognize me now.
The other day, they caught me with Sunaina.
They let me off with a warning and are keeping an eye on Sunaina.
If they catch us running away, shots will be fired.
Sunaina's life could also be in danger.
So, what do you want from me?
Brother, I will pay you 25000 rupees.
There is a guy in your gang - Dharam.
He'll pull off this job easily
because Dharam's younger brother, Sudhir, is Sunaina's classmate.
They also attend music classes together.
See if you can talk to Dharam and get the job done?
What job do you have for me, Mr. Budhai?
Mr. Jindal will tell you. Come.
Greetings.
Do you want a gun?
I ran for president. I should at least have a gun.
We're giving you one last chance. Don't ruin it.
But what is the job?
Is your arm all right?
Sunaina Garg is your classmate, right?
And she also attends the same guitar classes?
When she comes for the guitar class, give her this letter.
I'm not going to run your errands.
Do you want another broken arm?
Give her the letter.
OK. That's good.
Rehearse chord D before coming to class tomorrow.
Sudhir, even if you can't play right now, keep coming to the class.
-Yeah, ma'am. -OK?
See you all tomorrow.
-Thank you, ma'am! -Thank you, ma'am!
Sunaina?
Wait a minute.
Let everyone else leave.
-Sunaina, let's go. -Let's go.
This letter is for you...
from Shalin.
Oh, letter?
-You go ahead, I'll come later. -OK.
Thank you.
I'm sending this letter with Dharam. Come with him to Charlotte Hotel.
Let's elope to Bombay. Your love, Shalin.
-Hold out this hand, and close your eyes. -Why?
Quickly! I have to go!
What's this?
I'm actually quite smart, so nothing will happen to me.
But, suppose if something were to happen to me, my details are on this.
And you are responsible for me.
OK?
Binno...
you know how much I love you.
Yes. I have the receipt.
I'm not letting you go.
Papa is waiting outside.
If you try anything, he's already informed the police.
You dare speak to me like this? I'm your husband!
Let go of my hand! Aunty was right!
The one who hits is no man.
Motherfucker!
Hey, I'm coming.