Pather Panchali Page #2
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- 1955
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The proverbial nine jewels!
Apu, what are you smiling about?
Is this a theater?
My grandson will end up
behind a plow too.
You were saying, sir?
Seen any good
traveling troupes lately?
I did see
the Trailokyatarini company.
Gupe, what are you doing?
The next village over
booked a very good company.
I'll thrash you!
They thought
but they didn't reckon
with Badyi Majumdar!
I've booked
Mr. Chakravarti!
Let me have a little oil.
Just a bit.
I haven't put you down
for a contribution yet,
but in times of need
one can expect a favor, right?
Of course.
Don't forget your friend
Badyi Majumdar.
Mr. Chakravarti, wait!
Here.
When this troupe's
drummer plays,
it sounds like thunder.
You don't say.
Mr. Chakravarti, about
your subscription for the festival...
Sote!
Show me your slate!
Bring me his slate!
Bring it here!
What's this?
This is what you do
during dictation?
Come here,
you little scoundrel!
Hold out your hand!
What are you doing?
What did you take?
What were you doing in the kitchen?
- Nothing.
Nothing? I saw you take
something from the shelf.
I'm out of chilies.
I just thought I'd take a few.
Show me.
You should have asked.
I've told you I don't like anyone
puttering in my kitchen.
When you're free, come here.
I need you
to chop the greens.
Sit down.
At your age, other girls
cooking, chopping vegetables,
scrubbing pots.
They even help
with the religious rites.
You think it's right
If you admire Ranu so much,
why not learn from her?
Have you got
Let me see.
Remember to drink
your basil tea.
Run and tell your mother
we were at Puti's house.
You're back?
Don't touch!
Now you've done it.
Mommy, I'm hungry.
Didn't you have some rice?
- Yes.
- Well, then?
Apu! Come here!
There's rice in the big bowl.
Ask Durga for some.
Hari!
Help me up.
What's wrong?
My back's gotten so stiff.
How are you these days?
Oh, no one cares
about an old woman.
- What's happened now?
- Just look at this.
What's that?
My shawl.
I wear it in the evenings.
I'll buy you a new one
for the puja festival.
- Really?
- Yes.
Can I have some live coals?
How can I supply you
with coals all the time?
Did you bring in some firewood?
Did you ask for your pay today?
How long will you keep quiet?
- Mr. Ray has problems with his land.
- So what?
I could lose my job
if I ask now.
So be it. I'm sure there are
other jobs in town.
Eight rupees,
and no pay in three months.
Some job!
- This has never happened before.
So you sit and do nothing?
Have you seen the house
and what the children
are eating and wearing?
Durga has had a fever for days.
There's no medicine
or even proper food.
The boy goes to school in rags.
Is that right?
Here.
We can set aside repairs,
but debts must be repaid.
Mrs. Mukherjee six months ago,
and she's quick
with the cutting remarks.
Do something,
for goodness' sake!
Sit down.
You won't tell Mother?
Idiot! She'll hear you!
The sweets seller.
Do you want anything?
Delicious fried cream,
sweet lentil balls,
coconut candies,
chandrapuli,
sweet cheese balls.
- Go ask Father for money.
- You go.
Go on!
I suppose
he's asking for money.
Don't give him any.
It's a bad habit.
Nothing?
He's headed for Tunu's house.
Chinibas is here!
What's going on?
Off with you.
What do you have today?
Mother wants two annas' worth.
Durga, come and play.
Durga's on our team!
- Apu, come play!
Want to come play?
Then go home.
I'll be there soon.
Apu's left out...
Durga, would you like
some sweets?
I said not to offer them any.
They can buy their own!
I can't stand
such shameless greed!
Show me.
Tunu, you coming to play?
Tunu?
What are you doing?
How pretty.
Who gave them to you?
- My father.
Let me help you.
Come on.
Open up.
Come get your candy, Sunil.
Come, Khuku.
How many times
have I asked for a new shawl?
I need it for the evenings.
Durga, come here.
What about your hair?
Sit down.
Mother, can you braid it
in four strands?
Keep your head still.
Ranu knows how.
Look at your hair.
Not a drop of oil,
and you want four strands!
Mother, did you know
that a prospective match
Who's coming?
Didi, have you ever seen a train?
- Sure.
- Don't lie.
You know where the tracks are?
Where?
Past the big meadow
and beyond the rice fields.
- Shall we go one day?
- Let's see what you wrote.
Very good!
Now write...
"Yikes! A ghost!"
Here.
Did you do well
at school today?
You're so young.
Don't the other boys tease you?
Apu, come here.
Be a good boy and eat.
You mustn't waste it.
Apu, come here.
Don't you want it?
Fine, then. Don't eat.
Nothing sweet to go with it.
Just plain rice.
No wonder he runs off.
How will he survive?
Was he even born to survive?
Go rinse your mouth.
Where's Durga?
- Shall I go get her toy box?
- Yes.
A fine way
to bring up your daughter!
What's happened?
Thievery, that's what!
Your daughter stole
Tunu's bead necklace.
She stole it?
Don't look so surprised.
She's a thief through and through.
for her from town.
Tunu showed it to your daughter.
Then this morning it vanished
in broad daylight!
She's had her eye on it all along,
asking to see it every day.
You won't find it in there,
and Durga isn't home.
How do you know
she took it anyway?
- Durga said -
- Quiet!
Are you suggesting
we hid it somewhere?
- No, but it might have fallen off -
- It didn't.
We searched high and low.
I wouldn't be here otherwise.
Did you take Tunu's necklace?
Didn't you?
Take your hands off her!
- She's a liar.
- Let me see.
I suppose that fruit
is from your own orchard?
What's going on?
What's going on here? Huh?
What's the matter?
What's going on?
Sarbajaya, what is it?
You know we have no orchard,
and I know it's wrong
to take other people's fruit.
But how can you accuse her
of stealing something of value?
Fruit has no name on it.
Well! The rupees I lent you
had no name on them either,
and you took them
eagerly enough!
You've had them long enough.
I'd like them back.
Come along.
Should you find that necklace,
kindly return it.
What's going on?
Our fruit vanishes
the moment it hits the ground.
When I complain,
"Fruit has no name on it.
So what if a child takes some?"
Like mother, like daughter!
A pair of thieves!
Come here.
I said come here.
You won't come?
Get out!
"...and that measure
is called a maund.
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