Bajirao Mastani
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As incomplete as
the sun without rays...
And fragrance without breeze...
Is a ruler without
his Prime Minister.
The demise of our Prime Minister,
Peshwa Balaji Vishwanath...
Leaves us with
a pressing question.
Who here considers himself
worthy enough to be the next Peshwa?
I would accept the post of Peshwa
with great honour, Your Majesty.
Panth Pratinidhi.
Does the court approve?
Your Majesty...
The only man that can protect...
the Maratha empire and preserve
the honour of the Peshwa's post...
is Bajirao!
Forgive me, Your Majesty
but this statement mocks the court.
You appear to be the
only one laughing, Minister.
Every man has the
right to prove his merit.
A son does not inherit his father's
wisdom simply by wearing his turban.
Even a sandalwood tree needs time
to age before it produces fragrance.
But even the youngest thorn can prick.
What say?
Never doubt the cheetah's speed, the
hawk's vision and Bajirao's sword...
They could outwit you at any moment!
I, Bajirao Ballad...
Son of Late Balaji Vishwanath,
consider myself fit for this post.
And for that,
I am willing to pass any test.
A test there shall be, Bajirao.
Pratinidhi to decide it.
Prove your marksmanship by splitting
that peacock feather into two, Bajirao.
Let your weapons speak of your wisdom.
Now let's see some of that
cheetah's speed and hawk's vision...
Your Majesty, the challenge was to split
the peacock feather into two halves...
But shorter than before.
Sift through the mud and
you will find the other half there.
That was proof of my marksmanship...
Now for the thought behind it.
That soil is India and that
peacock feather is the tree...
of the Mughal kingdom
with its roots in Delhi...
The arrow is...
The Maratha empire.
Strike at the root and
even the biggest tree will fall.
You have a brilliant mind, Peshwa!
Behold the pride of
the Maratha empire...
The righteous and dutiful...
Peshwa Bajirao Ballad!
Behold!
This story belongs
to an era in history...
When King Shahu Maharaj
held the reins of the Maratha empire.
And his Prime Minister
was Bajirao Ballad.
A sword as swift as lightening...
A will as immovable as the himalayas.
The radiance of his clan on his face...
And only one dream in his eyes...
To see the Maratha flag paint the
skies in Delhi, saffron with victory.
In ten years, Bajirao had captured
half of India with his leadership...
political prowess
Stories of Bajirao's
valour made headlines...
from the Nizam in South,
to the Mughals in the north.
Shivaji's dream...
Defeat the Mughals
Unlike the enemy's
jewels and wealth...
our treasury is rich with blood,
ready for sacrifice.
We owe our every breath
to the Maratha empire.
We are the thunder
in the face of any storm...
And we are a sea of
fire in the face of thunder!
away all shackles of defeat...
and unfurl the
saffron flag in victory.
(War Cry)
While Bajirao was weilding his sword
to change the map of India...
A magnificent palace,
Shaniwar Wada,
was being constructed in Pune,
in his honour.
(Chants)
the middle of prayers?
Bhanu has come!
Bhanu who?
A dear childhood friend...
I'll be right back with her.
Be back soon!
Yes, right away.
When will Kashi ever learn!
Bhanu, when did you arrive?
And why are you out here,
you should've come into the prayer service.
That's alright.
It's been a while since we last met.
All well, Kashi?
Bhanu, when did this happen?
What happened to your husband?
He was murdered.
By whom?
By the Peshwa.
Tread carefully Bhanu!
You are accusing the Peshwa of murder!
He was accused of being a spy...
The Peshwa would
never do such injustice.
What's in this?
The Peshwa's justice...
My husband's ashes.
Today you sanctify your home...
While mine burns to ashes.
I ache for my husband, Kashi.
As will you!
My Lord, a soldier has come
from Bundelkhand.
He has a message from King Chatrasal.
The soldier wishes to meet you.
Does the King wish to offer me
his daughter's hand?
He says Mohammad Bangash's
troops have surrounded his fort...
And he needs our assistance.
Are we to fight our own battles
or help the king, Tukoji?
We must reach Siraunja.
Send the soldier away.
But Sir, the soldier is insisting
on meeting the Peshwa.
Tukoji, leave!
Certainly.
If we take this valley,
we will reach quicker.
You cannot meet the Peshwa.
Stop him! No one must go inside...
Panth, please send
her away respectfully.
Bundelkhand is in danger.
The Rajput queens and princesses
are poised to self-immolate.
We need your help.
When Bundelkhand has a weapon
like you, what help should I be?
please leave.
You may lose your life over this!
It hardly matters.
Bundelkhand that...
Peshwa Bajirao, or not at all.
I put forth a plea believing you
to be God, but you aren't even human.
What is your name?
Mastani.
I like your courage
and your approach...
Decamp, Panth.
We ride to Bundelkhand!
But Sir,
what will we tell His Majesty?
His Majesty will
be happy to know that...
one Hindu monarch
is going to help another.
How far is Bundelkhand from here?
It's a five day march.
That's impossible.
Let the enemy think that way...
Bajirao's fame is carried
by his speed, Mastani...
Let's go!
Final warning...
"surrender by daybreak or face
dire consequences" - Mohammad Bangash.
No word of help from the Peshwa.
That leaves us only two choices...
Surrender or martyrdom!
MARTYRDOM!!
Ruhani Begum! What's going on?
My king, if enemy
breaches the fort walls...
this fire, to safeguard our dignity!
My king!
I see torchlights
coming in from the East!!
That must be Mastani
arriving with help.
General! An army approaches
Swerve the cannons!
We've been tricked! About-face...
Head back!
There is no army here...
It's just cattle!
We have managed to trick them!
Their cannons have been swerved.
Mastani, reach inside the fort through
the secret tunnel...
And signal me once inside.
We'll be ready for attack.
Mastani!
The Maratha army is here, father.
Bundelkhand is forever indebted to you...
There is no debt in duty, father.
I'll signal the Peshwa.
(War Cry)
Attack!
Congratulations on
your victory, Peshwa.
I wish you and Mastani the same.
How is she now?
Wounded, yet grateful.
I don't know how
I can repay this debt.
I seek no reward, dear King...
All I ask for, is the permission to
bid farewell. I must reach Siraunja.
I won't hear of it!
You must celebrate this Holi
(festival of colours) with us!
My lady, it appears you've truly
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