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other and shed blood.

And they will sit

and watch the fun.

We will not allow this to happen.

Stop this lecture of yours.

You want to know the truth.

Come with me. Come here.

These are my innocent children.

Ask them who has killed my wife.

Ask them who killed their mother.

Ask him. Who has killed

your mother, child?

A Hindu has killed.

Did you hear that?

Tell me one thing.

Who has taught these innocent

children about Hindus and Muslim?

You, who can't even say their name!

And you have taught them about..

..their mother's murderer

and about religion?

See, lsmail. ln the minds

of these innocent children..

..you are feeding

hatred from childhood.

Come here!

Who is this?

Kalyan-ji.

- Kalyanji-bhai is a Hindu.

Who is this? - Ganga-bhabhi.

Ganga-bhabhi. Who is looking

after your kids? - Ganga-bhabhi.

Ganga-bhabhi. She is a Hindu,

then why didn't they cut her.

Come here.

l will show you the truth.

Here. This is Muslim's

blood and this is Hindu's blood.

Tell me which is Muslim's

blood and Hindu's blood in this.

Tell me!

When the one who has made you..

..has not made any difference,

then who are you to do that?

This journalist madam

is telling the truth.

Her bitter truth doesn't

go into your brains.

Who has killed whom?

Who has burnt whom?

Till yesterday we were taking

part in each other's festivals.

Sharing each other's

joys and sorrows.

Why were you taking Ganesha

and going in the water?

Hail Lord Ganesha!

Why were you dancing?

Who taught this to you?

Now you want to

bury your brethren..

..in the plot of a few traitors!

Pratap, forgive me.

l had gone wrong. l had gone wrong.

Pratap, forgive me.

Here they come

to offer condolences.

Along with the television people,

the press.

So that in tomorrow's newspapers..

..their photos appear

on the front page.

They donate two drops of blood.

And make such a noise

about it in the newspaper.

Like they have shed

their blood for the poor.

These rascals will sell

their own daughter and sister..

..for the sake of obtaining power.

Nothing everything is alright.

Don't take another step,

otherwise..

..l'll break your leg

and hang it round your neck.

Today you have tried

to kill Ram and Allah.

But remember one thing.

We may call God by different names.

But our religion is one.

Our caste is one. Humanity.

Cunning people like you cannot..

..poison our minds

in the name of religion.

What are you talking?

We have come to help the poor.

See brothers and sisters.

There is sympathy

in our hearts for you.

That is why we have come here.

We don't want your sympathy!

Yes, we don't want your sympathy!

What!? You are turning

the poor against us?

This will not do. This will not do.

You rascal!

Public is going crazy.

Let's run from here.

Sir, in this file all

the reports are there.

By which you will know

who was behind these riots.

And the astounding

thing is this, sir.

That in this,

a few of our police officers..

..who are traitors and

politicians are together.

This is why even the

law's hands are tied.

Sir, if Commissioner

is strict then..

..there is pressure from above.

You forget the pressure

from above Commissioner.

Above all is our administration,

our law.

Above all is our administration,

our law.

No prime minister,

nor a politician..

..nor an officer nor

a citizen is above the law.

But, sir..

- l know that nowadays in politics.

ln the place of good leaders,

certain..

..unsocial elements

have also got in.

Because of whom today politics..

..and other good leaders'

names also get spoilt.

But l am giving you full right to..

..remove lawlessness

from administration.

lf you face any obstacle

or problem in that..

..then you can meet

the Home Minister for that.

Thank you, sir.

The matter has reached Delhi

Mr. Chatur Singh.

And from Delhi to my

city and then to my house.

We will cut the

tongue of the person..

..who has taken

the matter to Delhi.

Just tell me,

who had gone to Delhi?

One of our Commissioners

had gone with them.

But. - What but? Talk clearly.

All this is the work

of that Megha Dixit. - Yes.

Who has been writing continuously

in the newspapers.

And making a big fire out of this..

..which will engulf me tomorrow.

And that beggar.

What is his name? - Pratap

Pratap should be killed.

lf Pratap is killed,

we will be saved.

And he will burn

in the fire and die.

And l am telling you the

support of Pratap is Megha Dixit.

lf Megha Dixit is killed.

- Stop this nonsense.

You all have broken my ear drum.

Everybody is giving speeches.

Don't you know Chatur

Singh doesn't like loud noise?

Ankush, find out

about this Dixit girl.

Let me also see

who has reached Delhi.

What she is.

Enough of your drama.

Stop writing and listen to me.

Oh! So it is you.

We thought that after so much

happening you will die of shame.

You are. - You rascal!

lf you talk too much

then l will cut your tongue.

You will cut my tongue?

Pratap, Pratap, leave them.

They are very dangerous people.

Pratap, leave them.

Please make him understand.

Pratap, leave them.

Leave them, Pratap.

Pratap.

Leave me, leave me, leave me!

Leave me!

- Who are you? - Leave me!

A cheap goon calls

you a whore! Who are you!

What is your true identity!

Who are you! Who are you!

'Holi'! 'Holi'! 'Holi'!

The 'Holi' of blood!

Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.

l love yourjingling sound.

Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.

l love yourjingling sound.

Fair lady. Beautiful lady,

sways in such a way.

A lightening strikes

my mind and body.

Don't spray.

Don't spray. Don't spray.

Don't spray colors on me this way.

Don't spray. Don't spray.

Don't spray.

Don't spray colors on me this way.

My blouse gets wet, my sari

gets wet and so does my skirt.

How will l show it off?

My skirt is very expensive.

Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.

l love yourjingling sound.

The anklets sweetly

jingle on your ankles.

lt sounds like a song

sung by cuckoo.

The anklets sweetly

jingle on your ankles.

lt sounds like

a song sung by cuckoo.

Lovely. Lovely my queen.

Your body looks lovely.

Lovely. Lovely my queen.

Your body looks lovely.

My blouse gets wet, my sari

gets wet and so does my skirt.

How will l show it off?

My skirt is very expensive.

Don't spray.

Don't spray. Don't spray.

Don't spray colors on me this way.

During this season

everything seems pleasant.

Even the aged have become young,

such a season has come.

Don't tease me this way, Casanova.

Why do you wet my fair body?

Don't tease me this way, Casanova.

Why do you wet my fair body?

Your charm. Your charm your charm.

Your charm creates a magic.

Your charm. Your charm your charm.

Your charm creates a magic.

The fair lady, beautiful lady

sways in such a way.

A lightening strikes

my mind and body.

Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.

Leave me! Leave me!

What's going on?

Leave her! Rascal!

Leave her! l say, leave her.

Move aside. Leave her.

Leave her! l said leave her!

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