Narasimha Page #7

They demand a reply from me.

I could not forget that.

Mom, rather than doing that,

you should have poisoned us.

You are asking for poison

instead of food.

He gave food instead of poison,

so that we don't die hungry.

We will die hungry, but not

accept favours of that dog.

Where are you taking it?

Stop!

- He is standing outside.

- That's even better.

Let him know our opinion

about Bapji's stooges.

No... Ravi stop!

Do you also want to kill

your brother of hunger?"

I can see him die hungry...

but not dying of

shame and humiliation.

I am going to return this

to the one who has given it.

Look.

Narsimha,

something has happened to you.

Since you have come

from Bapji's mansion...

you neither drink, nor speak,

nor tell us anything.

Have the problems of that

girl's home increased?

Bapji has stopped their rations

to make them leave the city.

So why should we care?

As if we are dying hungry.

You come and drink.

Bapji wants to burn the life

of every youth in liquor dens.

And you want to drink

the same liquor?

Why should we care?

Let him do what he wants.

Who do we have

who will get ruined?

Bapji wants to use every youth

as weapons for riots.

Why should we care? None of

our dear ones is going to die.

What why should we care? If we

don't think...

who will think about this city?

About the youths of this city?

Who will think of that house

which is being ruined?

After committing so many crimes,

he wants to become a saint.

Is this the first time atrocity

is being committed on someone?

You yourself had taken us

to get their things thrown out.

You didn't think then

about their destroyed home?

You gambled all day, rioted all day,

ran to kill with a sword in hand.

You didn't think then

about your city?

You drank Bapji's liquor,

took money from him...

and committed crimes for him...

You didn't think then

about the youths of this city?

Forget it. I'll tell you the truth

He has fallen for that girl.

Look, we are street men.

We don't settle into homes.

And you have become so crazy about

that girl, you're messing with Bapji?

- Have you gone mad?

- You all have gone mad.

I am not doing all

this for that girl.

My eyes have opened.

So tell us, which sleep

have you suddenly awakened from?

Tell us.

You want to know?

Then listen.

In some corner of this city,

even I had a home.

The home of my dear ones.

A happy family.

My mother. Seeing her working,

even tiredness got tired.

If I coughed, she'd get up

from the deepest sleep.

Whether it was a knee wound,

or a torn shirt...

it was impossible to hide

anything from mom.

My father had so many

dreams for me.

His every drop of sweat burned

as fuel to give me an education.

And sometimes shed as tears of

happiness on my sleeping face

My sister, who, how much she

fought with me...

fought more, for me.

She would loot kites for me.

And if I gave her less money for

Rakhi, she would even steal...

from my money box

in broad daylight.

On her marriage being fixed, she

clung to me for three days & cried.

Brother-in-law, who knew about

my choice more than me...

and vice versa.

He didn't take a penny as dowry.

And on sister's leaving home...

he was the one who

cried the most among us.

My younger sister, who was less

a sister, more of a doll.

Who brought cheer to the family.

I could burn down the whole world

if I saw sorrow in her eyes.

I remember that day when sister

& brother-in-law had come home...

for the hair trimming

ceremony of their son.

After making all arrangements,

I went to the priest...

to fix an auspicious time.

I was talking to him,

when I heard a strange noise.

Listen! Riots have broken out

in Bajrangpura and Mominpura.

Everything is on fire.

Some goons...

carrying swords, iron rods

and sticks are coming this way.

Run!

My shop!

I have been ruined!

Hurry! Before the riots flare up,

we have to leave this city.

Hey... hey stop!

Listen. I had come to take

medicine orders in this city.

I was going to go back by this

train. But the station is shut.

If you can suggest some

guest house or lodge...

where I can spend the night.

And a post office.

I'd like to call up my family.

My mother will be terribly worried.

Get down here and turn right.

You'll see the post office & also

the guest house after 6-7 houses.

What had I done?

How had I harmed anyone?

Like it always happens,

innocents lost their lives...

and the rioters escaped.

Help... help! Someone help!

- What are you guys doing?

- We'll teach them a lesson!

Are you coming out

or do I break the door?

But what have they done?

Have they harmed you?

Or do you have any personal

enmity with them?

You don't know Narsimha, they

threw bricks on our procession.

We know how to

give them a befitting reply.

We are not cowards!

Don't be ridiculous.

Get lost! Let us do our work.

This is your job? To threaten

a helpless mother and child?

Is this why you were born?

Is this why we worked out

in the gym for hours?

Show your strength in the

boxing ring.

Get into the army.

Narsimha, if the people of

Mominpura were here...

and if your family was inside,

this is what they would do.

They would kill. Move aside!

Even now, it is my

family that is inside.

And until I a here,

they cannot come to any harm.

Because right now, I am neither

from Bajrangpura, nor Mominpura.

I am just a human being. And

neither are you my neighbours...

nor my friends

You are just fiends.

Come out!

Help!

The sword that got into my hands

that day...

could not be dropped until today.

Mom... father.

Brother-in-law.

Sister.

Father.

Mom.

Where did Meera go?

Who are you? Don't come here!

She is my sister.

- How did this happen?

- I could not save her, son.

I pleaded with them,

but they were 10-12 of them.

They hit my legs with sticks

and rendered me useless.

- And raped her.

- Who were they? Who?

When the animal

inside a man awakens...

to hide his cowardly

and dirty acts from people...

he comes as a crowd. And that

crowd has no face, no religion.

No religion, son.

In the fire and pile of

dead bodies of that night...

my desire to live, my aim

of life, got buried, got burned.

I became a vagabond like you...

just moving on

from day to night, night to day.

But that day, the ruin of Anita's

family, the cries from her heart...

reminded me of my ruined home.

Me, gone astray since four years,

returned home.

I found a reason to live again.

Narsimha, forgive us.

We don't know anything

about reasons for living.

We are with you.

I have heard everything. And I

believe that you want to help us.

I don't know how much

Ravi will understand this.

I have come to meet you after so

many days, & you are avoiding me?

Look Meenu,

don't ever come to my home...

and don't even try to talk to me.

But why?

Because whatever there was

between us, is all over.

- Understand?

- How can it be over like that?

Have you forgotten so soon?

I injured myself

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