Dayavan
- Year:
- 1988
- 173 min
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Thousands of people | are born every day...
...and thousands die too.
Some of them | create history...
...while some die | without any recognition.
At times, there are people...
...who make themselves immortal | not in history...
...but in the hearts | of people.
There was one such man. | His name was... Dayavan.
Stop.
Why are you hitting him?
Sir, this boy is the son of the | murderer who is absconding.
He knows his father's whereabouts | but he refuses to disclose it.
Aren't you ashamed of beating | such a small kid?
Do not be scared, son. I won't | let your father be harmed.
Tell him to go and inform his | father that he will be spared.
Sir, the real murderer is the | village head, an influential man.
We cannot take any action against | him. And if we don't even...
...nail this boy's father, | how'll we answer our superiors?
We need not | lose sleep over it.
- Father. | - Son.
See how easily we nailed him~ Our | superiors won't question us now.
We'll report that he was | killed in a police encounter.
The son has himself closed the | chapter of his father's life.
Hey, look~ Our breakfast | has been taken care of.
Let's snatch it | from him~
Boss. See what's dangling | on his neck?
It appears to be | made of pure gold
You swine. So many of you're | hitting out at one chap?
Beware. Here I come.
Leave him, you jerk. | Get lost
How dare you | victimise a lone boy?
Show me your | guts, if you can
The creeps are running | for their lives now
Did they rob you | of your food?
I'm Shankar Waghmare. | What's your name?
I don't understand Hindi.
You don't understand Hindi? | So you're a South Indian
I can understand your | Madrasi language a little bit
Tell me your name
Yes, I understand a bit of your | mother tongue. What's your name?
So your name is Shakti.
How strange of you~ They ask for | it, and you give it to them.
You are like a Dayavan, | like a generous man.
Why were you quarelling then?
For this? Is it | made of gold?
It's made of brass. It's more | precious than one made of gold~
How can brass be more expensive | than gold? Are you new in Bombay?
You did not fail | in your exams.
Then did you have a | showdown with your parents?
You don't have a mother, a father, | or a house? That's interesting.
You're a street dweller too, | just like me.
Why have you come | to this metropolis?
You killed a policeman~
In that case, you are | much smarter than I am.
Please come, father.
Yes, daughter.
- Greetings. | - Greetings.
This is Shakti. | He is an orphan...
and a homeless like me.
The police killed his father | in a false encounter.
And he killed the policeman | in retaliation.
Even his food has been | snatched away by ruffians.
Come and sit here, son.
Won't you offer me | something to eat?
As it is, you always | feel free.
Give him some foodstuff.
Please take it, brother.
Why do you feel shy? | Feel free to eat what you like.
You're gobbling food like mad. | Why don't you feed him too?
- Am I meant to do every thing? | - I'll feed him myself.
Eat, brother. Please eat.
Eat it, son. | Go ahead.
Brothers. | Oome over here.
He's wants to know...
You visit the mosque daily, | read prayers 5 times a day..
.. you are so religious-minded. | And yet indulge in such activity.
Is it advisable? | He wants to know~
If your work leads to some good | for the people around you...
...I don't consider such an | activity as undesirable.
Do you understand?
What delayed you | for so long?
- Where's Shankar? | - How careless he is.
He hasn't turned up, | on this auspicious occasion too.
You know that he's happy-go-lucky. | He will come by evening.
Keep this.
Your brother is | very poor.
The Almighty will | give you lot of wealth.
I know, he'll give me.
The Almighty pays heed | to your prayers.
One day, I will give you | not 5 rupees, but 50.000.
I'll have you married | with great fanfare.
He has been sent | his weekly bribe.
What brings him here now?
He must have come looking for Tara. | The swine been eyeing her...
for quite some time now.
Come and buy my | cheap stuff.
Why are you selling | this petty stuff?
Which stuff?
You act so innocent, | you b*tch.
How long can you manage | without a husband?
How many times have I told you | to come to me in the nights?
Don't you know that I can take | you away forcibly, if I so desire?
A young, ravishing widow | like you...
Sir, I believe your mother too | had been widowed in her youth.
Shut up, you swine.
I'll pluck off | your tongue.
I'll have your | business terminated.
Do you own this place?
What are you staring at?
Destroy their shops | and hutments.
Tear down this settlement at once. | Oome over, quick.
Crush down each of them.
You bastard. You swine.
You evil man. | You trouble us poor people.
May you go to hell.
These swine are proving to | be too tough.
Hit out at them | with the water-pipes.
You rush off | from here.
Speak out clearly. | Don't speak within.
Don't speak all | to yourself, you dog.
You won't speak up, | you swine.
Throw him out.
Swine. Get up.
Now you will speak out, | instead of speaking within.
Speak out with your mouth. | The bastard speaks with his eyes.
You are furious at me, | aren't you?
Aren't you furious?
Would you like to hit me?
Would you? | Hit me. Come on.
Why don't you | hit me, you bastard.
The day I hit you...
...you'll be dead and gone.
You'll hit me, and | I'll be dead.
He has been battered so severely, | yet his haughtiness is intact.
Even after so much of thrashing, | you refuse to mend your ways.
Let's go. | Get out of my way.
They have injured you | so badly.
Allah is watching every thing.
Have patience.
The Almighty doesn't | pardon evil people.
He punishes evil people | for every drop of blood.
Blood is oozing.
Do you know the | joy of blood?
It tastes like salt.
Sister.
Shakti is losing blood.
Blood.
Brother.
Is this wound the curse | of our poverty or a reward?
Tell me. Please tell me.
See what I have | fetched for you?
I don't want any bangles? | - Why are you so annoyed?
You were missing for 8 days. You | didn't even come on the rakhi day.
I had landed into trouble | with the cops on that day.
What was your offence?
My life itself is | an offence, you know.
Scarcity of cash forced me | to go to gamble with cards.
The club owner hadn't paid | the cops the usual bribe.
So the cops put everyone | behind bars for a week.
It has become | a routine with me.
By the way, how's Shakti?
Shakti faced a rough time | on the rakhi day.
You too weren't present. | Shakti was left all by himself.
Nobody came to his rescue.
- That Inspector Ratan Singh... | - What did that inspector do?
What's happened? | The inspector hit you?
It's my bad luck | that hit me~
It's not a matter of good | or bad luck. That inspector...
I'm not bothered.
Getting bashed up | improves the built.
See this. You see?
Really. You really | have an iron physique~
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