Poster Girl Page #9

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You hit me. Go on!

Bajya, hit him, since

he wants it! Go on. - Really?

Dad! Bajya! You really

let him have it.

Kishan Rao, let's make it

a done deal. - Yes.

Anyways, one of these

five boys will get the contract.

Yes. - Isn't that so?

Hey! Hold on to him. - Dad!

Listen, Kishan, I will give

back your land. - Yes.

On top of that, I'll give you

another 50 acres, okay?

I'll give 50 tolas of gold and

500,000 in cash. - That's nice.

Just because you're doing it,

don't assume we can't do this.

Kishan Rao, how about 7 tolas

of gold and 1 million? - What?

Dad! - Speak up!

One moment. - What?

Are you going to give all that?

Of course. - Hey!

Kishan! - He's over there.

Hey, Kishan. - Yes.

I will give you all that. - What?

I will take it from them

and give it to you. - What?

What's going on? ls this an auction?

I will decide who I marry,

okay? - What? - What?

Nobody else will do that.

Suraj, get your bag out.

What is in that?

This is the soil from our

village.

Suraj and I went to Pune

to test this soil.

The detailed reports of

the soil say that...

...this soil can yield a good harvest...

...even with less water, with the

help of modern technologies.

That's why, you are going to farm,

now. - What?

What?

- Farming?

That's your test.

What is it?

- That is amazing.

Farming today, and

swimming races, tomorrow!

You'll want to test more

private stuff, later. - Hey

Such as racing. - What?

Alright, then tomorrow we will...

- What did he say?

I said... - Catching cook!

Kishan, what's with all this

new fangled stuff?

It's not new. It's old style.

Actually, you like everything

to be easy.

You don't want

any responsibilities!

If your wife can't have a kid,

send her back home.

If a girl is to be born,

get rid of her.

And if she's born, by mistake,

abandon her!

It's not the wife's fault, she

can't have a son.

The gender of the child

depends on the man.

What?

- Did you hear that?

Basically, how is it a sin to be a girl?

What about the land? There's

no harvest, so sell it off.

So, basically find an escape route.

- Just stop it.

If you can't manage anything else,

hang yourself or consume poison.

So, why haven't I heard of a farmer's

wife killing herself?

Have you ever thought of

how she manages in future?

How does she raise her kids?

You don't respect the women

or the land?

Surya, what is respect?

Love. - Be quiet!

They are talking nonsense!

- What?

Listen, girl! There is no farming,

these days

It's not only the land that

can harvest a crop.

How will it work out if you

don't work hard for it?

Stop it! You've said enough.

That's too much.

City folks can come here

and talk, very easily.

We are listening to her, too.

Listen, you plant plants in a pot,

don't you?

So you think, you can farm, too.

It's easy to say it.

There is no rain or water here.

If it rains, it's hail!

How do we farm with that?

The fertilizer is expensive,

the seeds are expensive.

Even consuming poison is expensive.

But, how does the government care?

They declare packages worth millions.

What does the farmer get out of that?

A 200 rupees cheque.

How much? 200 rupees!

What about Panda?

How much did he get paid?

45 rupees.

45 rupees as a compensatory cheque!

That's why, he strung himself

up from a tree.

If you can't manage, hang yourself

or have poison. Easy to say!

Lady, farmers don't like

to kill themselves, okay?

Actually, a farmer has no

value in this country.

A farmer is a zero! A big zero!

Girls like you will marry a peon.

But, no one wants a farmer.

I would marry one. I would

love to marry a farmer.

Get lost, it's easy say to

say the words.

I'm the only eligible girl in

the village, today.

Who did that? How did it happen?

Because you killed women.

You won't have food to eat,

if you give up farming.

What will we eat, then?

Sand and bricks?

That's it. I've decided.

I will marry the man who is a farmer.

That's enough! I've had enough

of this charade. Get going.

Come on!

- There they all go! - Let's go!

I knew this would happen.

How can they do farming?

I'm willing to do farming.

Hey!

You're ready and that's most

of the job done.

Come on, let's get married, then.

NO! - What?

What? - What are you saying?

We will do farming, too.

He spoke first! - He did!

He spoke later! - No.

I am ready, too. - What?

Oh, no! - Hold him!

Don't you want to eat?

Sure, I'll serve at once.

- Let's go.

No!

Why? - We can eat after some time.

What is the matter?

What is the matter?

What have you done, how?

What is it, now?

Now, you will have to marry

one of them, now.

You should have asked us,

before deciding. - Yes!

Did you ask me?

Before you sent men to hit Suraj?

I didn't send them to hit Suraj.

Then, what?

I sent them to scare him.

Why?

Why don't you just wait?

The boys thought,

you were involved with Suraj.

I had to do that to placate them.

What the heck! You actually hit them.

I had settled on 5000

and had to pay 10,000.

One of them even had a fracture.

Uncle.

In future, don't do anything

without asking me.

You too!

We can teach them a lesson

if we are on one team.

Listen, don't divide up teams.

What do we do, if she has

to marry one of them?

If one of them really farms,

I will marry him.

But... - What do you mean?

- Are you crazy?

You will get the land and I will

get what I want.

On, God.

Whose team is she on, exactly?

So, these are your five sections.

What's with the hut out there?

Those are tents for you to live in.

For the next three months,

you will live here.

What?

Yes! Live here, eat and drink here

and do everything else here.

That's good. We can drink here. - Hey.

No, no more of that.

You have to give up your vices.

What?

Do you see that board? - Yes.

Your scores will be written up there.

If anyone cheats,

you will lose marks.

Uncle is the umpire.

When should we start

the farming IPL?

It's not the IPL. It's Big Boss!

- Yes, right.

Live in there.

So far, no, right away.

Within three months, you will

harvest the bellpeppers.

Come on, get to work.

- Okay. - Yes.

All the best. - That's okay.

We'll meet up, soon. Right?

Let's do this. - Yes.

Suraj! - What?

What crop did she say?

Something like bull paper...

No, it's bellpepper. - Bull? - Yes!

That capsicum with

a variety of colours. - Right.

Yes. - That's it.

Do you understand? - Hey!

Multi-coloured.

Capsicum! - It's a pepper.

Nobody understands a thing.

They are all losers.

Surya, we will plough it, when the

vice chief is done.

Right? - It's his tractor, after all.

Hey, what's holding you up?

What is it?

- Come on! Get going.

Hey!

What? Are you dancing?

Hey, stop that.

Bharat Rao, what's going on

here?

Farming. We are ploughing the field.

What did we decide?

You will farm. Not the labourers.

The labourers are mine.

- Send them home.

Go on. Hey, all of you,

get going.

What?

Bharat Rao, we are going to

grow a modern crop...

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