Hawaizaada Page #4

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my dream with your eyes?

Come on.

Now...jump-

Come on.

What are you saying?

It's nothing, Just go.

- No.

Put on your glasses.

Will you get me killed?

Pull the rope!

Pull the rope!

Shastn/ Ji, I am your assistant,

but who is mine.

You also need an assistant?

But who?

Shastn/ Ji, me!

"To shine like a star..."

"..you have to burn like one."

"To shine like a diamond..."

"Be ready to be cut like one."

To be immortal like time...

"You have to be on

a constant move."

Oh; isn't it the same book?

It's not just a book,

it's a treasure.

Treasure full of details

about making an airplane.

I never showed it to anyone.

For I couldn't find

anyone trustworthy.

I built a steam-engine.

First with helium,

then I tried with nitrogen.

But everything failed .

Gasoline.

I need you, Shastn/ ji, not this book.

Keep trying out your ideas.

And I will be right beside you,

as your trusted aide.

But...the British should never

lay their hands on this book.

Remember that story. .?

...where the beast's heart

was in the parrot's body.

My head dwells in this.

I am alive as long as this exists.

If this is dead, so am I.

Heads!

This is cheating. You always win.

Look...we can toss the coin..

...but only He decides whether

it'll be heads or tails.

When it's your turn to fly..

...this coin will definitely favor you.

Where did these dark clouds come from?

It can't be gasoline.

From Lanka to Ayodhya, how could Lord

Ram not encounter any dark clouds?

It's clearly written

in the scriptures.

Light yellow is fuel's

colour... It's not a name.

So you know think more than me?

All I know is that we're depending

too much on the scriptures.

Trying to build an air-plane

based on old mythological books?

Meaning...year 1200

8 miles..

And Bhanu..

- I know.. Sun!

Now multiply all three.

1200x1000x8... what do we have?

9,60,00,000 miles.

The distance between earth and sun.

And these things are mentioned.

...In a mythological

book like these.

Mr. Shastn/mthese

things can impress kids..

...but can't make an air-plane fly.

You don't trust me, do you?

- No, I don't.

So leave.

- Fine...l am going.

Leave.

Trying to teach me!

So you're back.

Back in 4.5 hours.

Last time you took 6.

Don't make me furious,

or I'll leave again.

So go.

Who's stopping you?

Leave now.

You go. - This is my house,

why should I?

What are you saying?

- Be quiet.

When did this arrive?

You didn't tell me.

There's nothing to say.

The king of Baroda

has denied our request.

Shivy...seems like our

destiny is out for a stroll.

Shastn/ ji, one shouldn't

depend on destiny too much.

Even the unfortunate do have a fate.

You don't look stupid, but you are.

Man will fly.

Fairytale.

In real life,

fain/tales don't come true.

I am sorry,

I don't believe in your claims.

But you believe in Lord Ram, right?

The 'Pushpak Vimaan'..

...In which Lord Ram

flew from Lanka to Ayodhya.

You're talking about mythology.

Myth...

That's a lie.

Unfortunately, your highness.

These stories have

no relation with reality.

Even we've read in scriptures.

That God's could

communicate from a distance.

And Graham Bell's telephone

does the same thing.

Railways,

motor cars...phonogram, telegram.

All these fain/tales

are now coming true.

Because we're unraveling

the mysteries behind them.

Mysteries will keep unraveling..

...and slowly all these

tales will turn into reality.

His highness,

if what we built wasn't commendable..

...then the British

wouldn't be after us.

You mean...the English are ignorant.

...and you two are smart

Have we ever built

anything before them?

An/abhatt invented 'Zero'

before the rest of the world.

'Zero'.

Saint Kannad...discovered an

'Atom' before the rest of the world.

'Atom.'

5,000 years ago,

Diamond was discovered in India.

And I reckon the British...

didn't even exist back then.

Your Highness, do you know..

...why fain/tales

don't turn into reality?

Because in a haste to grow up..

...we forget to think like kids.

Man shall fly... an air-plane shall fly.

We just need your help

to turn this tale into reality.

And yes...we're not stupid.

Just a little eccentric.

How much money do

these eccentrics need?

"Bless me with your grace."

"Lord smiles through your face."

"A stone turns into

a gem at your place."

"With your mere touch

you change people's fates"

"You are a saint with Godly traitsq"

"Cannons will be fired...in our honor."

"And those cannons will be official"

"Cannons will be fired...in our honor."

"Those cannons will be official"

"Someday our faces..."

"will be printed on

a postal stamp, for real"

"will be printed on

a postal stamp, for real"

"You and only you"

"You are the pen as well

as the ink in which it is dipped"

"You are the alphabet

as well as the script)"

"You are the kingdom as well its king"

"You are benevolent, as well as cruel"

"You are free as well as like

a bird which has lost its wing"

"You're the punishment

and the relief."

"You are happiness as well as grief"

"You are the whole

army as well as its chief"

"Along with the Sun we

will enjoy biscuits and bun)"

"Moon will also get addicted

to Cutting chai coz it will be fun)"

"From the shelf of the

sky...we'll pick some stars."

"Turning them into lanterns"

"...we shall hang them on our door"

"Wear the goggles

of dreams on your eyes"

"The world will become

a miraculous place, it's a deal"

"Wear the goggles

of dreams on your eyes"

"The world will become a

miraculous place, it's a deal)"

"Someday our faces..."

"...will be printed on

a postal stamp, for real"

"Bless me with your grace."

"Lord smiles through your face."

"A stone turns into

a gem at your place."

"...will be printed on

a postal stamp, for real"

"With your mere touch

you change people's fates"

"You are a saint with Godly traits."

"...will be printed on

a postal stamp, for real"

Move. Move...what's going on?

Quiet!

It's not a bomb,

it's a flying machine.

That's what my sources have told me.

And that too, based on the Vedas.

That's what my sources

have told me, sir.

Wilson...l believe

you're up for promotion.

And if my sources are right,

be prepared for a transfer.

Sir...monkeys cannot make machines.

At least not without metal.

Sir...

Let me see how will the plane fly...?

No one will sell metal to us.

No shopkeeper or any junk-seller.

A monkey can stop jumping around..

...but the British will

never stop interfering.

How will I build the wings now?

With my..

- Let's use wood?

Who are you writing to? Your mother?

Why don't you ever post it?

I told you 'Wood'.

Don't worn].

I'll post it when the time's right.

Whenever I talk to him..

...It feels like I

am talking to a mirror.

Me as well...

I couldn't say anything either.

Come on,

we'll make the wings out of wood.

We made it of wood the last time.

But it broke under the weight.

What do I do with the king's money?

The British never learn,

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