Bhaag Milkha Bhaag Page #5
practice tomorrow.
Don't be late.
No, don't be late.
Thank you.
Gentlemen, beer.
What is this?
- No, no, beer.
No beer.
Cheers.
"Hey you slow moving
foreigner why fritter time away"
"Walk straight into my arms,
why dither so?"
"You, my whiskey, my hooch"
"You've intoxicated me so"
"Don't stop me, restrain me
not, let me drink like a king"
"Blend-in boy, blend-in"
"ln the darkness of the
night the hands go astray"
"The lips start to lie
"When you descend into the ocean,
"When you descend into the
ocean, the water beams crimson "
and the fish too are drunk"
"You, my whiskey, my hooch"
"You've intoxicated me so"
"Don't stop me, restrain me not,
let me drink like a king"
"Blend-in boy, blend-in"
Who's there?
Oh! The wrong key.
Wakey-wakey!
No beer.
Sorry, sir.
You're never late. What's going on?
Answer me.
l had some beer last night, sir.
You came here to drink beer?
- No, sir.
Why did you come here?
To run, sir.
You have a qualifying
race in 4 days.
lf you don't qualify...
... you're out.
Look at me!
Milkha Singh.
To be a sportsman,
you have to be determined...
... disciplined and dedicated.
Sorry, sir.
Go warm up.
Yes, sir.
Did you score?
No.
Tell me.
- Hey, Singh!
l'll see you later.
"You're as delicate as glass"
"Breathe lightly"
"God forbid you shatter
when you strain to turn"
"You need me so let
me carry you away "
"Walking gently,
l'll turn into a habit"
" You, my whiskey, my hooch"
"You've intoxicated me so"
"Don't stop me, restrain me
not, let me drink like a king"
Hey, Singh.
l am so sorry.
You need to go easy on
yourself, it's so tough out there.
Hey.
You're not blaming me,
are you?
Are you?
Sorry, Stella.
You're not the problem.
l'm the problem.
Sorry.
Sir.
What is the 400m world record, sir?
"The world is lashing out at you"
"Welcome the battle cry"
"Your arms are like oars"
"Feet that raise an uproar"
"Your every vein is iron ore"
"You are fire Milkha
"Now you run Milkha"
"Now you run Milkha, run Milkha,
run run run run run Milkha"
"Let go the baggage of yesterday"
"Cut the ropes and
leashes that bind you"
"This earth shall question you"
"Each breath like
fire from the kiln"
"Now awaken Milkha"
"Now you run Milkha"
"O rod of steel"
"O boat"
"O rod of steel"
"Turn around the tides of fire"
"O boat"
"Your glory lies in sinking"
"O jungle, O jungle"
"Today you will take on the cities"
"Now you run Milkha"
Milkha, get up!
Did you hear what l said?
Get up.
Milkha Singh has
broken the world record!
Everyone is cheering... hear them?
l want that paper back!
"Throw off all your
cares and troubles"
"The skeletons of the past"
"The soles of your feet
are like horse shoes"
"You've got to do it come what may"
Yes. Come on, move.
Move, Milkha.
"Tear open the wheels of that chariot"
"Turn it into the divine disc"
"Bind well the laces of war"
"The lion has emerged
from his lair"
"Fire the bullet Milkha"
"Now you must run Milkha"
lt killed me.
But l enjoyed it!
Sir, what is this?
Put them on.
They're heavy.
- Tie them up.
l can't lift my feet, sir.
Never mind...
you'll enjoy this even more.
"Now you must rise Milkha"
"You are fire Milkha"
"Now you must rise Milkha"
"You are fire Milkha"
"O rod of steel"
"O boat"
"The field is your cradle"
"Cover it with your splendour"
"The mountains are at your head"
"Drape the entire sky"
"Tie the turban of resolve Milkha"
"Now you must run Milkha"
"Now you must rise Milkha"
"You are fire Milkha"
l am not insulting you...
... this is a fight with myself.
O Lord! May l die on my feet,
not on my knees.
Abdul Khaliq was Pakistan's pride.
Milkha couldn't
wait to see him run.
The next day he was
to run against him.
l'm grateful to
my countrymen and to Coach Javed.
Salaam!
- Thanks.
Javed sir.
Your boy ran well.
Congratulations.
- Thank you.
Bravo! You ruled the field.
Thank you, sir.
This is Milkha Singh.
lndia's 400m champion athlete.
Hello, sir.
You're competing in the 200m race.
All the best.
To you too.
Watch out.
Watch out, Khaliq.
l hear you ran
away from Pakistan...
... have been running
ever since, huh?
Now you need to show
your magic in 200m as well.
Come.
We've seen dozens like Milkha.
We have two choices...
... leave our village
and go to the new lndia.
Or change our religion as they ask.
We shall not eat cow's meat!
They can behead us, but we
will never change our religion!
Prepare to fight then.
When Guru Govind Singh
left Anantpur Sahib...
... and reached Garhwal fort...
... he had only 40 Sikhs with him.
While the enemy were a million!
Guruji dressed
his sons in armour...
...and sent them to battle.
How will we fight?
They have weapons, horses...
And us?
What do we have?
Enough of bravado!
Thousands are leaving for lndia...
... we should go too.
A sparrow will challenge an eagle,
A lamb will fight a lion,
One man will fight a million.
A sparrow will challenge an eagle,
A lamb will fight a lion,
One man will fight a million.
Come on.
Milkha. Are you alright, son?
Jai Hind sir.
Today, you won't
salute us, we salute you.
lndia salutes you.
Proud.
Milkha, you are an officer now.
No.
All because of the pat on my back
and a kick on my butt from you sir.
Stay well, my son.
l wish you a thousand joys.
You have made me happy.
Congratulations to his friends!
Many many congratulation
for Milkhas winning.
Let's celebrate!
"Bite through the electric fire"
"Chew the metal's
vibrating current"
"Without burning yourself
there's no glow"
"The flames are burning Milkha"
"Run Milkha"
Excuse me.
Can l have a photograph please?
Of course.
Thank you.
Son, you have made us proud.
Now make lndia's flag
flutter high at the Rome Olympics.
The hopes of all lndia ride on you.
l will run like
my life depends on it.
Wonderful.
Son, what can we do for you?
Panditji, if l win, can you
declare a national holiday?
Of course.
A call from Pakistan.
Gentlemen. Excuse me, please.
- Yes.
Ladies and Gentlemen.
An important announcement...
... what a coincidence that
while you are all here and...
... Pakistan's President,
Field Marshal Ayub Khan has called.
He has accepted my proposal
of the lndo-Pak friendship games.
lt's an important step
toward friendship...
... between our two nations.
l would like...
lead our contingent...
... to Pakistan.
All eyes were on Milkha.
But there was a storm
brewing in Milkha's head.
Milkha, run!
Run!
Why are you standing here?
Son. Son.
Listen to me...
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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