Meghe Dhaka Tara Page #6

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Let's go.

Let's leave the roads,

let's go to the river.

Hurry, hurry!

- Hey you! Hey ! You stole my boat.

You've set it afloat.

You scoundrels! Hey!

Parimal Master !

No he's our Fritters man, Krishnadas.

What happened to you?

Someone's home.

They set it ablaze in the '46 riots

We are a nation with our own

distinctive culture and civilization,

"We have no language.."

"We have no homeland.."

"We have no direction.."

"We have no homeland.."

"We have no direction.."

"We have no homeland.."

I propose a two nation theory.

Bhoba! - Hey, it's you Ratan!

Where's Gita, your friend?

Uncle Jagadish's sister?

She went missing.

During the riot.

It's her I've been Looking for.

Bagdibou Koikeyi,

my mother, all have gone missing.

Can you help me find my mother Bhoba?

Come on.

Come on.

My prayers remain unfinished.

My prayers remain unfinished.

I could not say my prayers.

I could not say my prayers.

My prayers remain unfinished.

I could not say my prayers.

My prayers remain unfinished.

Know the name of the river, Bhoba ?

Subarnorekha!

Gita.. you !

Yonder is the station"

...there sits Jagadish da with

the station master, let's go see.

Come on.

Jagadish, the Dwandakaryonno Express

just left packed with refugees.

All from East Bengal, they

dumped two aged women from the train.

Ok. - One is dying.

I believe they are from Bikrampur,

from your village, Kheyadaho.

Oh is it. - Yes, last stage.

Even the Medical Officer failed.

There's no hope.

Bagdibou!

Bagdibou!

What's wrong?

- A low caste woman is dying.

My mother!

Bagdibou!

"We have no language.."

"We have no homeland.."

"We have no direction.."

"We have no homeland.."

"We have no direction.."

"We have no homeland.."

Only a few more days.

I know it's tiring you but...

"this time it's a long term plan.

A short circuit has happened

in the metre box Doctor.

Will there be light ever again?

Your integrity, motivation..

has all that vanished?

Did I ever possess those?

Or was all of it only...

...defence?

"Wherefore rejoice...

...what conquest brings he home...

...what tributaries

follow him to Home"

in captive bonds of cha..

Sorry.

How are you Bikram da?

I'm good.

How've you been?

Walking the red carpet everyday.

From one country

liquor shop to another.

Everybody's films flop Bhoba.

- How many films?

How many?

"Pain"

A car and it's driver.

A story about their simple love.

No one understood!

Children's literature.

A kid who ran away from home.

No one bothered to see it!

How long shall I hear

the echoes of my own...

"tiring screams in my own dreams?

Could you tell me?

So then you will give up Bhoba?

Don't you have any contribution

in this fate of yours?

You mean I didn't try'?

- You weren't consistent.

Your first Hindi story won awards

You quit the job in Filmistan

to join theatre here.

You started off with the play

but you didn't finish it. - Fimistan!

You wrote scripts, left them to rot.

The shoot started but didn't finish.

Are you decisive at all?

You're displeasing everyone Bhoba.

Friends.

Producers.

Governmental offices.

Newspaper offices.

Even family.

You know why?

My pen and I are one and the same.

What are you thinking?

About Rabindranath Tagore.

He's written so much,

thought about so much.

He is so enlightened.

Dugga"

...why did he write

that Poem all of a sudden?

Death, you're equal to my nights.

I don't know.

Will I finally lose?

Will l flee?

Traitor?

What nonsense are you speaking?

I feel really angry at times.

I feel like finishing myself off.

The epic character

Karna(in Mahabharata)"

...was born with innate truth.

And you ?

You were born with innate purity.

I'm not flattering you.

Just analysing.

Over days, the way I feel

about nature, is changing.

Earlier I was prone to feeling

it from the depth of my heart.

And now, all I'm interested

in is how to steal it's beauty.

You're like the Autumn.

Always childlike but always serious.

The girls here are very simple.

They have a natural rhythm in them.

Whenever I see them,

they remind me of you.

It's this simplicity of yours that

has still held our household together.

Love. Nilkantha.

Let's say...

...this is a mental hospital ward.

This is the first time we

get to know about Shanti's illness.

Damini, ready'?

Where's Kartik? Kartik.

Hey Kartik!

- Here Mr. Bagchi. Make up?

Hey!

Quiet!

You're Shanti's husband who is ill.

Your factory has been locked down.

Kidding me here,

with that kerchief around your neck?

It's my habit from childhood.

I stay a bit neat and clean.

Shut up! Pick up the habits of

your character shedding of your own!

Come on. - Come on, Shanti.

Where are you taking me? I won't go.

Come out Shanti. - Leave me!

Sir. Shanti...

She will die.

Nothing will happen,

this is just a play.

It's all a set up. Fake.

It's fake? -Yes.

It's fake?

Oh no! Blood!

My head is bleeding!

No, thats not blood.

That's your vermillion.

Vermillion!

But that's something

Indian married women wear.

Will you burn me to death?

Amalesh!

Get lost!

Get lost!

Com e.

Let's go sit in that chair.

Who are you?

I? I'm your friend.

Friend? - Yes.

You're really a friend? - Hmm.

Son, what is the character?

A Doctor.

There should be an integrity.

You should look upright and confident.

Look at our Doctor.

You're constantly stammering.

Does a psychiatrist wear an apron?

Do you have to make him wear

an apron to prove he is a doctor?

Yes, that I have to.

I want to see an archetypal doctor

Ramen da. Even though it's unreal.

Because that's what people think,

that's how they recognise a doctor.

The people are the priority.

Your health has deteriorated.

Leave that.

What news of the party?

Forget it.

You already know,

everything has shattered.

On one side there's

too much compromise.

A part of the group is preaching"

...co-existence participating

in the government.

And the other side is

living on the edge. Terrorism.

Corner the city with villages!

Will you stop dwelling on

this same question again and again?

Ramen da.

Will you please sleep a bit?

Sleep?

Did I take birth to sleep Dugga?

Why art suddenly?

For the betterment of the mass.

This is where Russians are correct.

That's what I felt after meeting them.

The artists of our country

don't know their country well.

Whose betterment

will they think about?

You're right.

Only Mr.Arijit Hay. His 'Pather Gaan',

'Aparajeo, marvelous.

Let's see if he can keep it up.

Thank God he got awards abroad,

otherwise...

Here, gulp it down.

- No, I can't take the smell.

The intermediate stage between

capitalism and socialism is...

...alcoholism, Bagchi.

Here take it. The last shelter

of the intellect. Drink it down.

Scoundrel!

If I ever touch this thing again!

I have information...

...some of our unit members

drink behind our back.

Why.' What is their problem?

To endure the hardships of life?

And here we're trying to

build a group of activist artists.

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