Arzoo Page #5
- Year:
- 1965
- 177 min
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- Yes, he has us very worried.
Sigh! Expressing love for these kids
at this age seems a crime.
l'm expecting love from someone
who doesn't understand what love is.
Father, will you just keep reciting
poetry? Won't you check her pulse?
l forgot, child.
lf you don't mind, Mr Diwan,
can l sit near your daughter?
Sure, please sit.
- Thank you.
Not to be scared.
Show me your pulse, Ms Usha.
- On one condition.
What?
- After you're through...
you'll go straight home and relax.
- l can rest in Mr Diwan's room.
Well Mr Diwan?
- Why not? Feel at home.
Thank you.
- No Daddy, he has to take...
his medicines on time. He's sick.
- All right, l'll go home.
But let me check first.
Allah! Strange kids!
Tongue.
Stick it out.
Eyes.
Lovely eyes, Mr Diwan.
The tongue is a bit dirty,
l'll give her some medicines...
it'll be clean.
So Mr Diwan, when do you
want her cured?
Sir, the day after is her birthday.
- Really?
For the first time in four years,
she is at home. This time...
l wish to celebrate it in style.
- The day after is faraway.
l'll cure her by tonight. But l'll
surely come for the birthday bash.
Sure. No birthday party without you.
- Fine.
Behold the magic of
my medication, Ms Usha.
Swallow only two pills from this,
and the fever will vanish in no time.
l'll come over tomorrow...
- Oh no, don't. l'll come over.
Promise?
- l swear.
Bless you. May you live long.
May Allah teach you to love elders.
Right, Mr Diwan.
Sir, no one loves old men.
That's why men run scared of old age.
l'm not scared of old age,
albeit, l'm scared of loneliness.
lf you don't mind,
may l recite a couplet?
Not again, Father! Let's go.
- Don't be cross, child.
l'll recite it on her birthday.
- Sure.
Goodbye.
- Bye.
Are you going to see the girl, master?
- Yes.
The girl will also see you, right?
Shall l get some make-up, lipsticks...
and talcum powder?
lt's going to be worth it.
No use going to Kashmir, brother.
- What's the matter, Sarla?
Brother Gopal is returning
the day after.
The day after? Who told you?
- Just got a letter from him.
His job in the hospital is confirmed.
He has to take charge the day after.
Excellent! The girl has proved to be
very lucky. He's got a job and a girl
But when will you get to see her?
You won't get time off from your girl
Sarla, you're real idiot.
l'm not going to see my girl alone.
Gopal and his girlfriend
will also be with me.
Wonderful, By Allah!
Hakeem sahib, won't you sweeten
your tongue on my birthday?
Bless you.
After you.
Where are you hiding, Hakeem sahib?
Tonight you must sing.
Are you trying to turn back
my age-clock, Mr Diwan?
l have told all my friends.
Come on.
My dear, you must sit.
By Allah, she looks so lovely.
Folks, my dear friend, the Hakeem,
will sing a song for you.
lf you insist, let me recite
a few couplets.
ln fact, l had recited this on
someone's birthday when l was young.
Must've been for Salma's mother.
Allah! Don't remind me of her.
My heart grows restless.
And my eyes shed tears.
- No, no excuses.
l just want to hear that song.
- All right, Mr Diwan.
Listen to the old man sing
about his colourful romance.
Shall l...?
- Go on.
May your eyes...
intoxicate many
May your lips...
seduce many
May your eyes...
intoxicate many
Wonderful!
There something about you...
cruel one
Many a hearts lie ruined...
for you
May your eyes...
intoxicate many
ln my heart...
l can still bear many a wound
All you need to do now...
is to purge my soul
May your eyes...
intoxicate many
l'm the Storm of Love...
hold me in your embrace
May Allah...
make you even prettier
May your eyes...
intoxicate many
May your rosy lips...
seduce many
Wonderful!
Amazing!
Bye. See you tomorrow.
At 7 tomorrow morning at the airport.
- What...?
But you were supposed to go
the day after, no?
No flight tickets to Delhi
available for a week.
lt was tough getting a ticket
for tomorrow upto Pathankot.
l'll take a train from there.
- But...
Don't worry, my love,
l'll return soon.
Daddy might see.
How long will l put on this act?
Someday we'll have to tell your father
Bye Usha. Do come to
the airport tomorrow.
What a party, Mr Diwan!
And the physician was terrific.
Of course.
Where are you off to so early?
- Salma...
Go to your room.
l need to talk to you.
To your room.
All l have to say is that you will
not see Salma anymore. Period!
Daddy, listen...
listen to me.
Open the door, Daddy.
l'll tell you where l am going.
l must go, Daddy.
Attention. The flight to Pathankot
is ready for departure.
Passengers are requested
to board the flight.
lt's late. Usha isn't here as yet.
- She'll be here any moment.
l'm worried.
- Go on, sir. l'll ask her to write.
Write...?
- Yes.
You have a paper?
- Yes.
l'll write a note for Usha.
Sarju!
- She's here.
What kept you, Usha?
- Daddy is suspicious.
He didn't allow me to come here,
so l jumped off the window.
Sarju, you must meet him.
- The flight is waiting for you, sir.
Make it fast.
- Just a minute.
Usha, l'll meet him when l return.
- When? What do l tell him?
The day after is Sunday. l'll come
over for a day...
and fix everything right.
l'll wait for you.
You got delayed, so he wrote
a note for you.
Usha, l haven't yet told you
my real name. That's because...
That's all?
- Then you came.
Flight from Delhi is about to land.
Go on, lady. The Delhi flight is
landing. l'll hook a passenger.
All right.
- l'll send Savi to you.
And Mr Sarju will come
the day after. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Houseboat? Cold and hot water, phone
.... l'm Mamdu, Heaven houseboat.
Heaven...?
- Yes.
- Yes, sir. Mr Sarju from Delhi.
Yes, he's the one.
- But he just left for Pathankot.
Pathankot...? But he had to leave
for Delhi tomorrow.
No seats for Delhi, so he left
for Pathankot.
Come to the houseboat, it's raining.
- No Mamdu, l'll stay at my uncle's.
At your uncle's place?
Then bye.
Usha, come for breakfast.
lt was imperative for me
to go, Daddy.
Even after l refused,
you went to meet Salma?
l didn't go to meet Salma.
- Then whom?
Sarju.
- Sarju? Who's he?
l met him first in Delhi,
then in Gulmarg.
He was the one who came here
disguised as the Hakeem.
You went to see that bloody impostor?
- lt was just a prank he played.
He's in fact very decent.
- ls this his decency? That...
he taught you how to defy your father
and jump off the balcony?
lt was my compulsion, Daddy. l wanted
to tell you everything in the morning
But you never opened the door.
l couldn't help it, he was flying.
l went to tell him that it was
imperative that he meets you.
Why couldn't he see me he said?
- He was going to Delhi...
for some urgent work. But he is
coming on Sunday to meet you.
What if he doesn't come?
- He'll come for sure, Daddy.
D'you know where he lives? Who is he?
What does he do? Who're his parents?
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