Fiza Page #3

Why was my son Chandu killed | by your people?

What harm had he done to you?

It isn't question of yours vs. | Ours. We all have same problem.

A Hindu father lost his son. A | Muslim sister lost her brother.

But people responsible for this | are neither Hindu nor Muslim.

Nobody knows about their | religion or faith.

But why did they kill my Chandu - | a laborer returning from work.

They would have taken him. They | would have put him in the truck.

I don't even know if his last | rituals were performed or not.

Who could have lighted | his sacred pyre.

Must have burnt him with ten | other corpses. Unclaimed bodies!

They want a proof to give | compensation.

Two lakh rupees. An alive young | man's rate is two lakh rupees.

My son, my Chandu's rate is two | lakh pieces of paper.

I don't want their money. | No, I don't want.

What will I do with that money.

Somebody will give me charity.

If I die, municipality will burn | me free as unclaimed body.

As they burned my Chandu.

Can I do anything for you?

Yes. Can you bring the proof of | my Chandu's death.

Nobody want's to hear | Sawant's voice

Humanity seems to have been | lost from this world.

As Aman is lost till today.

You haven't even typed it!

Has any of your article been | published before?

Our paper doesn't take stories | from free-lancers.

I'm neither a free-lancer nor I | like to be a journalist.

I've come to you because you | have closed this issue.

But what's new in this report? | It's a six-year-old dead story.

Yes it's dead. It's dead because | it hasn't been mixed with spices.

Give back my papers. But tell | me one thing Mr. Menon.

If a member of your family was | missing, what would you do?

Won't you write about him. Won't | you use your newspaper for that.

If your brother or sister comes | to see you, will you turn him out

And then you profess that 'pen is | more powerful than sword'.

Is this the way?

I'm sorry, sir. | I've said bit too much.

But one cries as much | and as long as pain persists.

Give this report to me. I'll see | what I can do.

Did you see this news brother.

You stupid! I've not only seen | I've read it too.

Now go and find the writer of | this sad story.

And tell her that V.K. Singh | wants to meet her, soon.

Read it and mourn about it. | It's crime against our people.

It isn't time to sit quietly | but it's time to do something.

Call that girl-what's her | name - Fiza.

Tell her Syed wants to see her. | We'll get her justice.

Yes I'm ready for the interview.

Don't worry mummy.

Wherever we tried to search him | we found the darkness.

It seems Aman is lost in this | darkness.

My goal is not limited to what | has happened to my brother.

I also want to know why has | also this happened.

And who was benefited by this.

Fiza lkramulah has raised many | questions for the country.

How long cover of poison will be | spread in the name of religion.

Do you have his photograph. | - Yes.

He is a beautiful boy.

What was he doing? | Was he studying?

Books were not for him. | He wasn't interested in studies.

But he was expert in drawing, | painting, and working with hands.

You mean though uneducated, he | could be successful in his life.

Yes sir. That's what I mean.

How does your family pull on now.

Mummy teaches Urdu, and we get | papa's pension.

His fixed deposits were used | to complete my college education.

You're trying to find your | brother so that he can earn and...

take care of your family | expenditures.

That wasn't what I meant.

You seem annoyed Miss Fiza. I | asked it just for my information.

Yes, then come to the point.

Why not. You too are now a | reputed personality.

If you tell people that we are | not against any religion or sect...

People will listen to you.

For example, Moguls attacked us, | ruled over us-we forgave them.

You too carved your own country, | yet we've no objection to it.

Don't say 'you people', Mr Singh.

The people who made Pakistan have | already gone there.

And those who didn't go | are mostly dead.

There is no one in this country | who made Pakistan.

We're as much Indian as you are!

You seem to be offended again | Miss Fiza.

I only meant to say that an | educated and enlightened girl...

like you must have correct | information about our party.

You do one thing. Whenever you've | time you contact our youth wing.

So, you want that I should become | a member of your youth wing.

That'll be really good. You help | us and we help you.

You need two hands for clapping.

Then you will put me on flag and | show to world to get Muslim votes

Miss Fiza I thought your views...

No need to say more, Mr. Singh. | If you can do anything, do it.

And remember Bhagavat Geeta. | Act without seeking its fruit.

Thank you. | - Long live India.

Save me... | Somebody save me...

What happened? | Why are you shouting.

Kill it... | - You're afraid of rat.

Kill it, else it'll eat | me bit by bit.

Even if it tastes you...

it'll die of indigestion.

It won't come back, would it?

If you sing unmelodiously it'll | surely come back.

You called me unmelodious.

It's you, your mom, your grandma | who are unmelodious.

By running out a rat you think | as if you've killed a lion.

Get out of home.

You're so ungrateful, Ulfat. | You abuse those who feed you.

Abuse! Who is abusing? This is | my style of talking.

Show your style over there. This | is respectful neighborhood.

Say what you like.

If my lover was here, he would | have gagged you.

Really! Let me hear, who is | your lover. What's his name?

Aman. My life. I was his beloved. | Confident and caretaker.

Whenever we met, we used to | enjoy like kids.

I used to keep an eye on him so | nobody put an evil eye on him.

Gotch you. Now pay your fine.

No Aman. Not that. | Have something else.

No. Only that.

Old man is watching. | You're so good, Aman.

No, I'm not good. | I'm very bad.

I'll weep. | - Okay! Go ahead. Quickly

The moment you close your eyes | and I will...

Shameless. | - That later. First-fine.

Okay then. If not that then... | 100 sit ups, holding your ears.

Start it now. | - Okay.

Alright, close your eyes. | - That is better.

On the lips. | - On the cheek.

Alright. On the cheek.

But, close your eyes.

Shahnaz dear.

Aman. What're you doing.

Nothing! Respects. | - Respects.

What was going on.

We were playing hid and seek.

I saw it too that you were | playing hide and seek of love.

No Ulfat, it wasn't like that...!

In my youth I've often played | such hide and seek.

It appears now time has covered | my eyes and forgotten.

I'm waiting here playing thief | for so long.

You won't tell mummy, will you? | - Why not?

Because, I'm the only one left | from your true admirers.

Prove it.

If I hadn't refused my admirers, | I'd have had a son of your age.

Shahnaz dear is gone. Go after | her. Go get her. Follow her.

Tomorrow will be a new dawn. | Don't let this day pass.

Oh my beloved...!

Come my beloved...!

Come, let me spread | Sunshine on your hands"

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