Phillauri Page #3

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"And your soul burns and

dies in autumn fall."

"it will move on.

Sing another song."

"At another door.

Coax another heart."

"lnto a trap of its own making."

Phillauri.

Great.

You write so well, brother.

Oh forget it, Soma.

What's the point?

I won't even get enough

money to buy some liquor.

You're right.

Come on Phillauri, sing!

- Come on Phillauri, sing!

- Phillauri!!!

Hello everyone...

How are you doing?

Are you ready for some fun?

Let me tell you a story.

It so happened...

...that I got into a spot

of trouble for no fault of mine.

You all know everyone

sings my praises.

You are well aware

what a gentleman I am.

"There was a house with high walls

where well-bred and innocent people lived."

"There was a girl hiding inside it

but the windows were open."

"There was a house with high walls

where well-bred and innocent people lived."

"There was a girl hiding inside it

but the windows were open."

- What happened after that?

"He's got a silky kurti with

Phillauri written all over it."

"Playing his Tumba

for all the village girls."

"He sings and dances as he plays

music for them, all for Phillauri."

"He sings and dances as he plays

music for them, all for Phillauri."

"Listen to my tales because

it has knowledgeable things."

I attempts to capture the attention of

all the women around."

"Like a pigeon that spots seeds to eat."

"I tells everyone to let go of

any fake shame or modesty.."

"..l doesn't want them to pretend

like embarrassed."

"Just like a cat that drinks up

all the milk.."

"..and then wipes its moustache."

"There is no need for anyone to ask

what happened next."

"When both are agree to be

in each other's company.."

"..there is no deceit or lying

in the relationship."

"Behind an extremely dark veil,

I spotted a fair lady's face."

"She had a husband from

foreign shores, who was a little deaf."

- What happened after that?

"When the woman was

coming to terms with.."

"..the rural and rustic

environment of Phillaur."

"Playing his Tumba

for all the village girls."

"He sings and dances as he plays

music for them, all for Phillauri."

"He sings and dances as he plays

music for them, all for Phillauri."

"There is no need for anyone to ask

what happened next."

"When both are agree to be

in each other's company.."

"..there is no deceit or lying

in the relationship."

"There is no need for anyone to ask

what happened next."

- Where are the...

- What's going on?

Huh?

- Wh...what is going on?

I'm getting engaged.

En...engagement.

What's that?

- I'm getting engaged.

I've been telling you since morning...

And you've realized it now?

Since morning...

Who is getting engaged? YOU?

- Yes.

You've ruined my life

by marrying me.

Whose turn is it now?

- Please, please, be quiet.

Please.

- Why? Why should I be quiet? Huh?

Are you okay?

Yes.

What's wrong with him today?

"The auspicious day has come."

"Come my friends

the house has been decorated."

"I have met my love

and congratulate me on my love."

"My lover will come and take me,

the house has been decorated."

She's here.

- Who's here?

Anu.

Who?

- Anu.

"I have met my love."

How do I look?

She is naked?

Naked!

She is naked!

Naked?

No. No...no...

No. It's a song.

I've composed a new song.

"You are naked but so nice..."

"The world's naked in my eyes."

What is wrong, Kanan?

Why isn't she wearing clothes?

What are you doing?

- Kanan, put this ring on.

- Come on.

Here.

- Beautiful couple.

Congratulations.

- Wassup, everyone!

The boy from Canada

and the girl from Punjab...

...are getting engaged.

Let's all raise a toast.

It's time to dance.

Record!

- Good evening!

- Good evening!

Meet the editor of the journal,

Preetam.

Mr. Gurbaksh Singh.

People of Phillaur, how are you doing?

- All is well, sir.

Today we will play Gauhar

Jaan's new record for you.

- Shashi!

Good evening.

- Good evening.

Why are you dressed so fine today?

The gramophone people

have come from the city.

Everybody is going there.

Shashi, won't you come too?

- No.

- Huh?

Don't you have anything better to do?

Is it a religious gathering?

Or is it a speech by

one of our freedom fighters?

I don't understand what is

wrong with the youth of our village.

They don't care about the country.

And you?

How is it that you are going there?

Let me talk to your father.

- No, no, no!

I'm going. I'm going home.

I'm not going for the show.

I'm going home.

- Mother will be so upset with me.

I'll get into trouble.

Shashi...

- Yes, brother?

Don't get involved in all this,

my dear.

No, don't worry. I have no

interest in such frivolity.

The whole village may go,

but I won't.

Will this box play the song?

Yes.

How on earth did the singer get

inside that with all the musicians?

In that small box.

I think Amrit is back.

- Is the doctor at home?

Namaste.

- Namaste, doctor.

I'm from the

neighbouring village.

One of their friends got

into a scuffle with the British...

and he got shot.

Brother...

I'm locking the door from outside.

Go to sleep. And if anyone asks,

don't say anything.

I haven't heard anything, so...

Bless you.

Let's go.

Good evening.

Shashi.

Soma...

Isn't she the doctor's sister?

Who? Shashi?

She's not your type.

She's very respectable.

What makes you think

I'm not respectable?

Let her be, brother.

She doesn't even come

to listen to your songs.

- Take this, my dear.

This week's journal.

Thank you.

- Have a good day.

Let's go.

What happened?

- Isn't it there?

Gurbaksh Singh, the editor has

written an open letter to Phillauri.

Asking him to disclose his identity.

This was bound to happen.

Phillauri writes so beautifully.

I think he should come forward.

Tell me, if he writes so well,

why does he have to be secretive?

He sings these songs

in front of everyone.

- Hello, ladies.

How are you, Miss Amrit?

Very well.

- Let's go.

Why Shashi, why don't

you come to listen to my songs?

Girls don't go to such gatherings.

Of course they do.

They come secretively.

But you don't do that.

Are you scared of your brother?

Your songs are not

worth listening to.

You don't like my songs, but you

read my poems in the journal.

You can fool the world, but

...how can you lie to yourself?

You have been blessed

with such a good voice.

Everybody comes to listen

to you sing.

You are so fortunate.

People will listen

to every word you say.

Do you know, only a few people

get this kind of opportunity?

You can change the way people think.

But you?

You sing meaningless songs.

Your songs have no depth or poetry.

No poetry?

"An unfolding. Like an unfurling of wings.

Love flies in..."

"Disruptive. Breaking the dawn,

With the edge of it's beak."

"I have coaxed it to stay. Fattened

on sugar drops. From the tip of..."

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I'm sure nobody dances like this

even in brothels.

If the elders drink like this...

...what will the children learn!

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