Devdas Page #6

- My obeisances, Chhoti-Ma

And Yashomati, the eldest

She's angry. You must placate her

And all of you...

you must adorn

the bride exquisitely...

for her nuptial night

Have you familiarised yourself

with the manor?

Yes.

- You have my word, Parvati...

in this manor, you will have

no problems about anything

Except one

It is difficult to bide time here.

- Oh but time flies here

I do not understand...?

- A while ago I was a new bride

And in no time, I'm Chhoti-Ma

(Chhoti-Ma:
Little Mother)

From bride to "little Mother",

I'm transformed. In no time

I wish to tell you something.

I married because my Ma insisted

My children needed a mother,

and this manor needs a lady

And you...?

Subhadra... was my first wife

You're now the lady of the manor,

the mother of my children...

and my new bride, no doubt.

But Subhadra, I can never forget

The ominous first night may be over.

But we will stay distanced, forever

My mistake or my sin,

call it what you may...

but do forgive me

Good morning friend, good morning.

You're lucky, my friend

I ask help of the spirits

to knock me out of my senses

You won't even touch the spirits

and yet you are inebriated?

You missed telling me? Or made

a pariah of me? Paro and paramour

You missed telling me? Or made

a pariah of me? Paro and paramour

Both spelt with "p"! Your stupor

has unravelled all your secrets

Who brought me here?

My lover

is so faithless

How regrettable, to be rescued

off the streets by a prostitute

This one is an ingrate Chuni Babu!

Bites me for the love I gave him

My word! She helped you out of

humane concern. You were sick

She picked you up from the streets.

You've come to, after two days

She never slept a wink, nursed you,

sat through your cries for Paro

Insult instead of gratitude?

Let it pass. It's a landlord trait.

Never mind their little trespasses

You left as if, forever.

But as luck would have it...

I find you once again.

You need your medicine now...

Your medicine, I don't need.

I'd rather have lain there

Fine

Just fall unconscious once again.

I'll dump you where I found you

Yes Chuni Babu?

What is this?

- Chuni Babu says...

you've been here for two nights.

Lamps in your boudoir went unlit

This is price. For two nights

you wasted on me

Now I know,

why Paro abandoned you

Let alone love,

you don't even deserve sympathy

Hear Chuni Babu?

A courtesan talking of romance

Am I to learn of her what love is,

what romance be? What is amour?

Love mirrored in your soul, amour

God's gift to life's design, romance

How regrettable Chuni Babu

Your friend possesses none...

of soul, or intent or purpose

That thing you flash

time and again Dev Babu...

the money, it lies at the feet

of harlots in brothels

If you be so vain, return to me

what I spent on you

Two nights

You owe me 2 nights, Dev Babu.

No more shall I dance...

not until you come.

These eyes will await you

"F" for friendship, she came seeking,

you found a foe. You owe two nights

O'faithless lover

Music plays

Let slip the veil

Let the revelry begin

Revelry awaits you, Chandramukhi.

- No, not until Dev Babu arrives

Pure gold.

Custom made, in Lucknow

I also have a gold nose ring

I wish to tie the dancing bells

to your feet

Do wear the nose ring and

allow me to unscrew it afterwards

Desist from such ardour Kali Babu.

Get too close and you will burn...

in the very lamps that light up

nights of revelry

At the next instance of insolence

I'll give you a nose ring and...

the rest of the revelers

may take pleasure in unscrewing

In a marketplace

full of beauties...

such spirit

is what draws me to you

But the one you

await so eagerly...

has no interest

in you or your music

It was some Paro's firefly that ran

into your fires crying Paro-Paro

Never will he return, Chandramukhi.

- He will come, he will Kali Babu

You will see. That's from my heart.

- Why not take on a bet?

If he doesn't come before

the candle has burnt out...

then you will wear these

dancing bells...

only for my pleasure.

- I accept

And if he comes...

then you shall leave

wearing these very dancing bells

Agreed

"Whose footfall I hear?"

"Whose shadow is that?"

"Who knocks at my heart?"

"Who is come inside?"

"Who paints me this emerald color?"

"Who fills me with beautiful colors?"

"My joy..."

"is killing me"

"I'm dying"

"I'm dying"

"Who paints me with beautiful colors?

Who is killing me with joy?"

"I'm dying of happiness,

I'm dying of happiness"

"Is killing me"

"God

-I'm dying"

"I never asked to reach the moon

with my hands..."

"nor stars I ever seeked..."

"complaints I have none..."

"every sorrow I have hidden..."

"every taunt I laughed off..."

"thorns I embraced..."

"their blossoms have wounded me"

"But whenever I raise my hands..."

"in prayer to The Lord..."

"I have always asked to find you"

"I'm dying ..."

"Oh, God, I'm dying"

"Who paints me this emerald?

Who kills me from joy?"

"Is killing me"

"Is killing me,

Oh, God, I'm dying"

"Is killing me,

is killing me"

"Whose footfalls are those?

-They are killing me"

"Whose shadow is that?

-It's killing me"

"Who is knocking in my heart?

-It's killing me

"Who's come inside?"

You aren't accustomed to the drink.

Why drink beyond your limits?

What fool drinks

to stay within limits?

I drink that I may force myself

to stay on...

looking at you,

tolerating you...

that I may lose my senses,

to help me forget Paro

But Chandramukhi...

such are memories of Paro, they

won't even let me lose my senses

Why, after all I drink, do memories

of her haunt me day and night?

Why...

oh why?

Why, does man become so naive?

Why make mistakes?

Why... for foible...

so harsh a punishment?

As to be rent asunder?

One enters matrimony,

and the other...?

Slain

In what fain folly...

he forsakes the lotus...?

For a paper flower?

I fall...

Touch me not!

I despise you!

I can't bear to see woman

come to this. Begone

Never again shall

I stand at this door

But yes, whenever

I come to think of Paro, I shall

And come the guilt pangs,

I shall come

For where else can I go?

There... I have sentenced myself.

- Why punish yourself so?

Because every day,

my heart is put to trial

Milord

Milord

Every day,

this romance is tried

I object

I object

But every day,

the verdict is the same

Shut up, Devdas!

-I object, father

Silence!

Objection overuled

You are convicted and shall pay

for the rest of your life

Yes, milord

No objection

Our Parvati decides whatever

happens in the manor

The new bride has laid to rest

all my worries

With Parvati's arrival our

lost days of joys are here again

Meet Yashomati's mother-in-law

This is Parvati

To Bhuvan Chaudhary,

you'd more likely be...

a daughter than his wife.

- Whatever I am to him...

you and I are like sisters.

We should be embracing each other

But you are many years

my elder

From what I see, in Manikpur, wives

are better endowed than daughters

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