Bhaag Milkha Bhaag Page #6

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... don't be scared.

No harm will come to you.

... don't be scared.

Son, be brave.

You'll be fine.

Run, Milkha! Run!

Get out of here.

Run, Milkha! Run!

Don't turn back to look!

So, Pakistan is a

terrible memory for Milkha...

... and we have come to

revive those memories.

We have reached Chandigarh.

We've reached.

But what shall we say to Milkha?

You have a nice garden.

lt seems gardening interests you.

Seems so.

lt has suddenly turned cold

in Chandigarh hasn't it?

You're right.

Thank you.

Sir, sugar?

- One spoon.

Thank you.

So much sugar, Milkha?

lt's not good for you.

Oh! That's mine...

You aren't here to discuss

the weather and sugar.

Milkha, Nehruji wants to meet you.

l can't do it sir.

My feet won't move.

My family's blood is in that air,

l won't be able to breathe.

Son...

You're a soldier.

Your country needs you now.

lf you must wage war

with your own self for it...

... then you should.

Right now, it's important..

Peace and harmony must

prevail between our countries.

Sports are an important

means to that goal.

That's all very well, sir...

... but why won't Milkha

Singh meet the press?

What's the problem?

Did he rebuff Khaliq's challenge?

Why the empty chair?

He knows coming to Pakistan...

... is a mistake.

Mr. Khaliq, can you defeat him?

God willing

But where is Milkha Singh?

Everyone, please sit down!

Mother!

Why are you crying?

Crying is no good.

Don't cry.

Your photo...

ls this you?

Red is the maiden's veil...

Red are tomatoes...

Red like Sampreet's butt!

... Milkha's butt.

Sampreet!

Milkha.

l thought you were...

l Survived...

People aren't bad, Milkha. But

circumstances can make them bad.

Partition was a bad time.

Remember our Muslim teacher...

... he raised me

and got me married.

Some milk?

You love it l'm told.

- Yes, sister-in-law.

Aren't you the Milkha

Singh who runs?

l am...

... the one who runs.

The connections are done,

start the radio.

Hey, change the station.

Just a minute.

Just by looking at

the Gaddafi stadium in Lahore...

... it seems as though

entire Pakistan has turned up...

... in lndia everyone's

heart is beating faster.

We can see the planes

throwing colour in the skies...

... and General Ayub

Khan of Pakistan...

... is entering the stadium

in his magnificent cavalcade.

Your Excellency, good morning.

- Welcome to Pakistan.

Thank you, sir.

- All the best.

Same to you, sir.

- Sir.

All the best.

- Thank you, sir.

Best of luck.

- Thank you, sir.

All the best.

- Thank you, sir.

All the best, Milkha Singh.

- Thank you, sir.

Khaliq.

Pakistan's hopes are riding on you.

l will do my best.

All the best.

- Thank you, sir.

And the tension is building.

lt's as if everyone

is breathing together,

... or rather everyone

has stopped breathing.

Leave them far behind you.

No one can defeat you.

No, Milkha.

You're the best. You're the champ.

Squad..

Go, my lion! Run!

Go, son.

Do it.

Yes.

Milkha Singh.

This could be the last

race of your life.

That's how l'll run it.

On your mark.

There is absolute silence...

... everyone's eyes

are on the race track.

Who will win?

lndia's hope Milkha Singh...

... or Pakistan's star athlete,

Asia's tornado, Abdul Khaliq.

Squad...

The gun is fired

and the race has begun.

Pakistan's Abdul Khaliq

is leading the pack...

... looks as though he has decided

to come and win today.

He seems to be reaching

his goal effortlessly.

Without a care, without a worry,

he is running towards the finish line.

Looks like his feet

are about to kiss victory.

Come on.

- Come on, son.

But wait a minute!

Something else is happening here...

... Milkha Singh is

suddenly catching up...

... and one by one

he is leaving everyone behind!

And with such ease he has now

overtaken Pakistan's Abdul Khaliq!

This can only be called a miracle which

we may not ever get to witness again.

lt seems as though

Milkha Singh has grown wings...

... the wind is

carrying him forward...

... or he is running

above the clouds.

Come on, Milkha.

"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"

"You are fire Milkha"

Hail Mother lndia!

To celebrate Milkha Singh's

glorious victory in Pakistan...

... l propose a public

holiday in this honour.

Milkha has planted the lndian flag!

He's done it!

No one has ever run

like you did today.

You didn't run my son, you flew.

From now on the world

will know you as...

... 'The Flying Sikh.'

Pakistan bestows

this title upon you...

... with pride and honour.

Well done, my boy. Well done.

"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"

"O rod of steel"

"O boat"

"O rod of steel.

Turn around the tides of fire "

"O boat,

Your glory lies in sinking "

"Now you run Milkha"

"Now you must rise Milkha"

"You are fire Milkha"

"Now awaken Milkha"

"You are fire Milkha"

"Now you must run Milkha"

"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"

"You are fire 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"

"Now awaken Milkha"

"You are fire Milkha"

"Bite through the electric fire"

"Chew the metal's

vibrating current"

"Set aflame your every pore"

"Without burning

yourself there's no glow"

"The flames are burning Milkha"

"Now awaken Milkha"

"You are fire Milkha"

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