Anand Page #8

- Why?

As a poetry reminds

us of yesteryears...

ln the same manner this

flower will be my poetry.

I told you you're crazy.

- I am and I'm crazy about you.

Sometimes I feel that if

I envelop you in my arms...

you will melt and become

one with me.

You'll remain in my arms forever.

When I breathe, I should

hear your breath within me...

and you'll call me by my

name Anand... Anand...

Who is she?

- Who?

This girl.

- She's my Bengali girlfriend.

You're smart. You asked your

brother to tell you everything...

and hid your own matters.

Who is she. What's her name?

What will you do by knowing it?

Where does she live?

- ln Delhi.

But where in Delhi?

- ln here husband's house.

Oh, so she's married.

- No she was not when we met.

He's a nice man, her husband.

He loves her very much.

She'll be happy.

If she'd married me,

she'd be dead.

Do you know we used to find very

little time to meet each other.

That's why I used to tape her

voice on the sly when we met.

And after she left I would hear

it all over again and again.

When did she get married?

Three months and seven

days ago.

When did you come from Delhi

- I...

Exactly three months

and seven days ago.

Forget it. Why go into

these details now?

Look, what I've got for you.

Did you like it?

Shall I tell you something.

Wear it when I'm

still alive.

Hey Babumushai, what are

you doing here all alone?

Oh! you're thinking of her.

Love is such. You fall in love

and love troubles you...

Anand, leave me alone

for sometime.

If I leave you alone now,

there'll be problems.

Let's go to the other room

and record your voice.

Anand, please go to your room.

- I will, but I'll take you along.

I told you I want to be alone.

- And I don't want you to be alone.

Anand, why are you after me?

Why do you expect me to do

all that you tell me to.

You laugh and expect me to

laugh...

I'm sorry, Babumushai.

Anand don't feel hurt.

You know I...

Babumushai, how many times will you

remind me that my days are nearing...

My end is here.

Babumushai, no one

has faced death.

But I'm so unfortunate that everyday

and every moment, every second...

on your face...

in your eyes...

No, Babumushai, I can

face death...

but can't bear to see

your frightened face.

I'll go away.

I'll leave tomorrow.

No, Anand, you won't

go anywhere.

You don't have anyone...

If you ever die, you'll

die here in my arms.

That's the spirit.

Do you know my problem?

Our spirit of joy is always

dampened with melancholy...

and it poisons our cheerfulness.

Babumushai, I'm not going to

die today. And even if I die...

I won't leave you alone.

I'll always remain here.

Yes, Anand, I know you're

a part of me...

a part of my life.

But I'll miss one thing.

- What?

Your voice, this chatter.

- Then let's record this chatter.

But first we'll record your poem.

- Which one?

The one you had written

in your college days.

Oh death! ls a poem...

Death is a poem...

Yet I've promised this

poem that someday I'll meet...

When sleep overcomes even

the painful sinking nerves...

the yellow moon rises

slowly in the sky...

When the sun sets at twilight

and the night is on the horizon...

It's neither dark nor bright

nor night or day...

When our body no longer lives

and the soul starts breathing...

I've promised this poem

that someday I'll meet...

Now you say something.

- What?

Anything, but you'll

have to talk for my sake.

Yes, that's right.

Babumushai, life and death is

in the hands of God Excellency.

Neither can you change it

nor I.

We are just puppets on a stage.

Whose strings are pulled

by Him.

When, how and who will go

one can never tell...

Anand, sit down.

Munna.

- Yes, Raghu uncle?

Can you lend me 50 rupees?

Yes, it's in the drawer upstairs.

I need four to five

days leave.

Leave? You're taking leave.

You know Anand's condition...

I'm taking it for him. I want

to go to my village.

There's a temple of a Goddess

who is very powerful.

I'll get her blessings

for him.

I've seen the dead

come back to life.

Go soon Raghu uncle.

There's very little time left.

I'll leave by the 11.00 clock

train and return after two days.

Don't worry, Munna,

Anand will be alright.

Jaichand.

- Come, lssa bhai.

Please be seated.

- I don't have the time.

There are final rehearsals today.

I've a lot of work to do.

Please call Jaichand quickly.

He won't be able to come.

- You bet. He will surely come.

You just tell him that

Rajni Bahen...

that Rajni's rehearsals are there

and he'll come talking in Gujarati.

The problem is that...

Okay, Munna.

- You're leaving. Come back soon.

As soon as possible.

This medicine can cure poison, fever,

cholera, cancer or any other disease.

No, Raghu uncle. Any disease

can be cured but not cancer.

lt can be. Even that

can be cured.

You bet.

- Yes I will.

You'll lose. I've

never lost a bet.

My father was a famous

doctor too...

He always said that one

who gets this dreaded disease...

will surely die.

It's not a doctor's

medicine.

Which medicine is this?

- It's called belief. I'll leave now.

I'm sure his cancer

will be cured.

But who's got cancer?

Anyone I know?

Yes. He's close to me.

Who?

- Anand.

That's why I said, he

can't come with you.

He's in his last stages.

I don't know when...

He knew... didn't he, doctor?

Even on his death bed, the student

taught the teacher about life.

Keep sorrows to yourself

and give joy to others.

Doctor, can I meet

him just once?

Yes. Please come.

Anand.

- Gurudev.

You're taking an early exit.

Very smart.

You've taken the claps...

and left the empty chairs

for us.

What can I do? My dialogue

are all over...

or else I'd have challenged you.

You bet. But we'll meet

up there.

Set your Anand troupe and

your own drama.

I'll join you. If you need any

actress from here inform me...

I'll get her along.

I'll leave now.

I'll come again.

Where?

Here. I'll meet you here.

I won't let the curtain fall.

I hope Raghu uncle wins

the bet.

Thus these are a few pages

left in Anand's life...

like his last few days.

Renu was right. God needs

good people as much as we do.

No one can go against

His wishes.

Sometimes they say a prayer

creates miracles...

And at this moment I know

everyone must be doing just that.

But all of us know the climax.

And we are waiting in anxiety.

No!

Anand, take oxygen...

you'll feel better.

Babumushai, open

all the windows.

Prakash, I'm going to

Dr Shastri...

I've heard that there's

a medicine in homeopathy...

that can create miracles

at times.

Don't be a fool. Don't you

realize nothing can be done.

How do you know nothing

will help?

Haven't miracles happened

before?

Babumushai...

- Anand, I'll come back soon.

Don't go anywhere, Babumushai.

Don't worry. I'll be

back soon.

Renu, I don't want to die.

Try and save me.

He's very weak. He won't

be able to bear my death.

Has Babumushai returned?

- He'll come soon.

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