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"Colorize"

"O life, there could not be a mix

Of my colors with your colors"

"I tried every moment, but

That friendship couldn't happen"

"O life, there could not be a mix

Of my colors with your colors"

Kishan.

"I tried every moment, but

That friendship couldn't happen"

"You feel like an enemy to me"

"And sometimes you seem

To be my heartbeat"

"The thoughts of my broken heart

Seem to be connected with you"

"You feel like an enemy to me"

"And sometimes you seem

To be my heartbeat"

"The thoughts of my broken heart

Seem to be connected with you"

"Colorize"

"Colorize"

"Colorize"

"The eyes will not be separated

From the colorfulness of these dreams"

"Colorize"

"Colorize"

"The colorfulness of the destination

Will never be away from the paths"

"Colorize"

Kishan, come on.

We've got the maestro with us.

He's useless.

Where did you guys get him from?

Wait. Wait.

Sorry sir, I was going to tell you.

Bunch of useless rascals!

Think they can sing.

Go sing on the streets

if you don't have money.

You guys come here without

a penny in the pocket.

Kishan, let's go.

Forget it.

"Whether you break me"

"Leave me in pain"

"Or turn the paths

That were coming towards me"

Sister-in-law,

you're looking amazing.

Smile.

"Whether you disgrace me

Or accuse me"

"Whether you make me go away from God

And call me an unbeliever"

"And call me an unbeliever"

"These wishes of mine are crazy"

"Like the clouds in the sky"

"If it will pour, this dark

Night will wash away"

"These wishes of mine are crazy"

"Like the clouds in the sky"

"If it will pour, this dark

Night will wash away"

"Colorize"

"Colorize"

"Colorize"

"Dreams can never detach

Itself from the eyes"

"Colorize"

"Colorize"

"Destination will never

Detach itself from the path"

"Colorize"

"Colorize"

Tomorrow, there will be concert in the

evening by tollywood singer, Manoj Tiwari.

"Destination will never

Detach itself from the path"

"Colorize"

"Colorize"

"Destination will never

Detach itself from the path"

Come on, Kishan.

Come on.

"O life, there could not be a mix

Of my colors with your colors"

-Hello, uncle.

-Hello.

"I tried every moment, but

That friendship couldn't happen"

"O life, there could not be a mix

Of my colors with your colors"

"I tried every moment, but

That friendship couldn't happen"

"Colorize"

"This beauty spot on your fair cheek"

"Kills me"

"This beauty spot on your fair cheek"

"Kills me"

"Your slim waist"

"Kills me"

"Your slim waist"

"Kills me"

"Everything follows"

"When she is passes by the street"

Moradabad's DM is present amongst us.

Please come on stage.

"Everything follows"

"When she is passes by the street"

I am going to give

Manoj sir my CD today.

Here, Kishan. Take a puff.

Don't need it.

Music gets me high.

"Kills me"

"Kills me"

"Your slim waist"

-Thank you.

-Back. Back. Stay back.

Sir.

-Brother!

-Okay, okay.

-I said stay back.

-Sir.

-Manoj.

-Stay back.

-Sir. Sir. Sir.

-Back off.

-Sir, sample CD. Sample CD sir.

-Stay back.

Come.

Listen to the CD, sir.

-Manoj sir.

-Come, Manoj sir.

Stay back.

-What CD? Get lost!

-How dare did you throw my CD?

Leave me.

Arrest him! Throw him in jail.

How did you touch it?

Leave me.

"Colorize"

We must go to Delhi, Bunty.

Manoj sir is going

to do a live concert.

We'll give him the CD there.

-And, what about the money?

-We'll figure something out.

Lights out!

Lights out!

What's this?

Get up. Get up.

Why do you drink so much?

You couldn't find a mechanic yet.

Hey, look there.

You've been a driver

for all these years.

but, couldn't do a small job.

I will fire you.

That's him.

Hey mister, did your car break down?

-Yes, so?

-Oh my, my.

-Can we give you a lift?

-Thank you.

-Come. Come.

-Get lost! You shameless dog.

Wait! Where are you going?!

Stop!

Stop you rascal.

I must figure a way

to arrange money.

I must arrange for money.

No one's going to let

me hire a studio for free.

Get the money.

I must figure out a way.

-Father, what are you doing?

-Keep it.

You've been mumbling, "I need money."

I'll figure out something, father.

-You keep it.

-No, you keep it.

Now tell me,

what will you do with this money?

I'll record a song in Delhi.

My posters will be everywhere

along with my band.

We small town people shouldn't

dare to dream big.

Father, the towns may be small,

but dreams have no limit.

What a statement!

On that note,

how about you sing a song for me

-in English?

-I see.

-Yes.

-Fine.

"This is the song of the angel hearted"

"It's my song now and ever."

"I am going to sing forever"

Get that bloody singer.

Hey sir.

What happened?

Come with us. You can complete these

songs in the police station.

-What did I do?

-What's happening?

-That's no way to behave.

-Move aside.

-Let him go.

-I said stay back.

Let my father go!

What has he done?

-He murdered an IAS officer.

-No, father!

-Come down to the police station.

-What are you saying?

No father, I haven't done anything.

I haven't done anything, father.

I am innocent, father!

These people are lying!

I haven't done anything.

Leave me.

Isn't that you

and your friend Bunty?

Yes?

Better speak up now.

Lots of people saw you

threatening the IAS officer on

the night of the concert.

Sir, I was high after

smoking pot

and, Kishan needed some money.

That's all I remember, sir.

Nothing more.

Speak up. Speak up.

-Kishan didn't kill him, sir.

-Let me make it clear, boy.

Or else, you'll be standing

on gallows with Kishan.

Become a witness and say

exactly like I tell you, to the court.

Sir, we had a scuffle with the

IAS officer outside Parwani stadium.

He needed some money.

We saw the IAS officer's

car parked in front.

He took his revenge and the money.

-He picked up an iron rod and...

-Bunty?!

-What are you saying, Bunty?

-Took him at the back, and

swung the rod really hard.

That never happened, your honor.

-What are you saying, Bunty?

-Be quiet.

Be quiet. Let him speak.

And the officer died on the spot.

-He took his revenge and

-What are you saying, Bunty?

Take him out of the court room.

You are like my Brother.

What are you saying, Bunty?

I said take him out.

Sir, he's lying.

Kishan Mohan Girhotra

is sentenced to life for the murder of

-IAS officer Dilip Kumar.

-Bunty.

You guys, wait.

I'll talk to the jailor.

Gayu, we run an NGO.

If we keep getting

involved in your agitation

then someday we'll

get kicked out of here.

This system will never

change without an agitation.

-Gayu.

-Just wait and watch what I do.

Who gave permission

to shoot a film in here?

She was the Union

Minister's daughter, ma'am.

So?

-She came here to make a film.

-Show me the letter.

The Minister must have

sent a written letter.

Show me.

The Department or the Administration

doesn't need a written permission.

-Is it?

-Yeah.

Relationships thrive on goodwill.

They are prisoners

and not some zoo animals

who you can put

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