Ankur

Mother Goddess!

All I want is a child.

Surya! Listen!

How have you fared, Prasad?

First class

And you?

Passed.

Okay, Nawab, we will have

a beer to celebrate that?

Okay friends, let's go.

Surya, I hear you are

getting married.

That's an old thing. Next month

he is going to be hanged.

Next month, man, next month.

And the consummation

has to wait, eh?

- Poor guy! Landed with a child bride.

- Shut up, you!

How many sacks did you bring,

Kaushalya?

Twelve.

The crop from your fields

has been good.

Our Pratap works very hard

He takes after you.

Hard work is good, Kaushalya.

Don't forget,

I gave you the best land.

That's true.

Father, if you provide a well,

it would mean two crops.

Surya, my son. I have not

seen you for ages.

How are you my son?

Pratap, greet your brother.

Hello.

Did you get through your exams?

Yes, father. I passed.

Third class, I'm sure. Go tell

your mother this good news.

He always snubs at me.

He's a spoilt brat.

His head is full of nonsense.

That mother and son,

why have they come here?

They've heard of your marriage.

What have they got to do

with my marriage?

She wants to hold her son's

marriage with yours.

Why do you allow them to come?

She has been your father's mistress

for twenty years.

I've suffered that in silence.

Your father will do only

what he wants.

Whenever I see that woman

I want to...

Don't let your father hear it.

And listen to me, never speak

ill about your father.

Anyway, what about your results?

I forgot to tell you. I've passed.

Now tell father

I want to do my B.A.

Surya wants to study further.

He is an idiot!

He is fond of studying.

He is fond of wasting time.

He is fond of loafing about town

with his friends.

How he has passed, I know it.

Tell him I won't allow him to

waste any more time.

Just tell him to do as I say.

Your mother says you don't

want to go to the farm?

If you go to college,

who will take care of the farm?

You could hire some farm-hands.

So that they get rich at our cost...

...and lay claim to the land?

I don't like farming

I'd rather do my B.A.

And become a clerk?

When you can be king

caring over your own land?

Not all the graduates become clerks.

No! They end up as Ministers!

Stop this rubbish about college

I got to think about your

welfare and,

...can't allow you to hang around

those guys.

Now you are married...

face your responsibilities.

This is Betelpur... nowhere near

as good as before.

Neither are the times.

Whose raule-trap is that?

Better run, Patel Sahib. It's the

landlord's son.

O.K.

There goes the sucker!

My greetings to the young master.

Looks like the wheels have

jammed in the mud.

I'll get you out of this

in a jiffy!

Krishna! Kalu!

Come on here, kids.

Rehman, bring that

chicken thief Dawood with you.

Will come out in 2 minutes, Sir.

Don't just stand there gawking

C'mon give a hand.

You don't know me, Master. I'm the

police Patel Sheikh Chand.

I oversee your father's property.

I apologise for not attending

your wedding.

My wife was ill at the time.

Push! No strength. Rehman? Two

marriages have seen to that.

Don't marry again, for God's sake.

Carry on at your leisure, Sir

I will follow.

Welcome, sir.

Please sit inside, Sir

I'll fetch your luggage.

Whose clothes are these?

Careful!

Can't you hear?

Are you deaf? Why don't you answer?

Your husband?

Yes, Sir.

What does he do?

Nothing much... just odd jobs.

And you?

I clean the house.

Who stays here?

No one.

And you?

In that hut, near the trees.

How long have you worked here?

Just a while, Sir.

Who else stays around here?

The farm-hands, Sir. Their huts are

behind the fields.

Where is the well?

At the back. Not far from here.

Would take me to it?

Do these women always collect

water from here?

Sometimes, Sir.

Not any more. Tell them.

Not any more, tell them.

Master forbids to take water

from here. Do not take water.

You take care of the estate?

Yes, Sir.

This is how you do it?

I don't understand.

Look at this house, it's like

a garbage heap.

I'm only a poor overseer, and don't

know nothing much about these matters.

The villagers misbehave all the time.

There is chaos in the village.

Your father has not been here

for over two years...

...busy as he is with court cases.

Who is in charge of the water?

No one. These days we get so little.

Even so, who drinks it?

The villagers are all thieves.

But now you are here,

matters will improve.

Yeah, they'll get better.

With you in charge they will.

With your permission, Sir,

I'll take my leave.

My respects to you, sir

Shall I ask the village priest to

bring your dinner here?

It's not necessary.

Then may I go home?

Yeah, you may.

What's your name?

Lakshmi.

Go, make some tea.

Sir, you will drink tea made by me?

Why not?

We are potters, Sir.

So what?

The village priest will disapprove.

I don't believe in castes.

Get the tea.

Good morning, Sir.

Master, tea is here.

Why is your husband here?

Sir, I brought him

to ask you for work.

He was a good potter, Sir.

But now people don't like clay.

They use aluminium vessels.

All the potters are starving.

What can he do?

Poor man, he's a deaf-mute.

Can he drive the bullock-cart?

Why not, Sir? Of course he can.

Let him do it then.

- Lakshmi

- Yes, Sir

Whose pump is this?

Yours, Sir.

Who uses the water?

Your relatives.

I don't have any here.

Don't you know, Sir?

The adjacent fields are theirs.

Whose?

Pratap Raja and his mother.

- Where does this water lead to?

- To your brother's field.

Change its course, you idiot!

This way... this way!

What are you doing, son? Why did

you have the water stop?

I am not your son.

I think of you that way.

Don't push your luck!

Your land can't get water

when our needs it.

What is this, 'yours and ours'

Pratap is your younger brother.

Once and for all,

I am nobody's brother.

You may get the water only if

I can spare it.

Don't dare take it without

my permission.

- He's giving orders already!

- What did you say?

Be thankful, I am stopping

the water for only a while.

Or your tears may have to

water the land.

Dear God! What have I done to hear

such words from a mere boy?

So many trees...

...how come the toddy

collection is so poor?

From now on, the toddy will be

sold from my house.

Yes, Sir, but what about

the thieves?

That's your responsibility

You ought to do something, too.

Sir, I give my word! I'll catch

these mother-f***ers...

...have their heads shaved,

and their faces smeared...

...then parade them on a donkey.

The shame of it will make them

leave the village,

Or never steal again.

It will be a real lesson.

As you like, but mind the toddy.

Just you see, Sir. You have

Sheikh Chand's word for it.

- Greetings, young master

- Greetings

Welcome, priest.

You have not been here

for a long time.

I was upset that you had not

ordered food from me.

I'll have the food sent for you.

All the same, what's the

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