Rang De Basanti Page #5

Synopsis: A young idealistic English filmmaker, Sue, arrives in India to make a film on Indian revolutionaries Bhagat Singh, Chandrashekhar Azad and their contemporaries and their fight for freedom from the British Raj. Owing to a lack of funds, she recruits students from Delhi University to act in her docu-drama. She finds DJ, who graduated five years ago but still wants to be a part of the University because he doesn't think there's too much out there in the real world to look forward to. Karan, the son of Industrialist Rajnath Singhania, who shares an uncomfortable relationship with his father, but continues to live off him, albeit very grudgingly. Aslam, is a middle class Muslim boy, who lives in the by-lanes near Jama Masjid, poet, philosopher and guide to his friends. Sukhi, the group's baby, innocent, vulnerable and with a weakness for only one thing - girls. Laxman Pandey, the fundamentalist in the group, the only one who still believes that politics can make the world a better place and
Genre: Comedy, Drama
  Nominated for 1 BAFTA Film Award. Another 17 wins & 19 nominations.
 
IMDB:
8.3
NOT RATED
Year:
2006
157 min
1,687 Views


I'm so happy Ajay's|chosen a girl like you...

...now I can die in peace.

Don't talk nonsense Ma.

You'll have many more years...|...and a dozen grandchildren too.

Grandchildren? First you've got to stay|home long enough to make them, dude.

UTv

The bugle sounds, the enemy wakes.|The battle is upon us.

And in our hearts, we feel the swell,|of pride and steel and valour.

For we will play the game of blood,|if dark clouds shroud our land.

Because this day, we walk with death,|and laugh at its pale spectre.

We will not fear those cruel swords,|our courage is far sharper.

We will not lower, in the face of threats,|a head raised to its mother.

We will not fear those cruel swords,|our courage is far sharper.

We will not lower, in the face of threats,|a head raised to its mother.

For let them know, their cowardly deeds,|just serve to stoke our fires.

Because this day, we walk with death,|and laugh at its pale spectre.

We bade farewell, to this day,|knowing it could be our last.

We swore to play, with our lives,|never waver in our task.

For we are but the last, few guests,|served at fate's great banquet.

We cannot quell, the raging storm,|the spirit of revolution.

For it now courses in our veins,|like lava truly molten.

We will teach them, the twin lessons,|of fear and fortitude.

Our goal cannot now hide for long,|when courage is our beacon.

Because this day, we walk with death,|and laugh at its pale spectre.

We have to take drastic measures.

What drastic measures?

Kill him.

Com'on.

Bhagat run! Quick!

You! Get going.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Inquilab Zindabad -|"Long live the revolution".

Two words that became the slogan|forthe Indian freedom movement.

Great idea!

But Bhagat, escaping|will be impossible.

Our main mission is|to get caught...

...not escape.

What?

If we get caught there|will be a trial...

...we'll get a chance|to speak.

We'll be heard.

But if they catch us,|they'll hang us for certain.

I know.

But it takes a loud noise|to open deaf ears.

LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!

DOWN WITH IMPERIALISM!

UTv

KHALBALLI:

Feel the unrest sweep|through the land

Feel the unrest.|Feel the unrest.

There is an unrest sweeping|through the land.

The embers, they are burning.

The tide, it's turning.|You can feel the winds of change

Feel the unrest sweep through the land|Feel the unrest

We are political prisoners...

...we should be allowed books...|...writing material...

...and at least one|daily newspaper.

We will not eat till then.|The hunger strike will continue.

Our words won't falter now,|We will speak our mind.

We won't back down now.|Our dreams we won't leave behind.

We won't let the storm die.|Injustice we will defy.

You can feel it possess you now.|Feel it, your soul, claim.

Drink this spirit in one long swallow.|Feel it course through your veins

Let the celebrations begin now.|Feel your body sway.

In every breath feel more alive.|To keep the storm at bay

See the unrest in those eyes.|See it all around.

See it in the air, my friend.|And in those hearts, abound.

Feel the unrest sweep|through the land

Feel the unrest|Feel the unrest

The winds of change are blowing now|The tide it is, a turning.

The moment of truth is upon us now|It's time to do or die.

We are engulfed in the shadows|But we will come out brighter.

Feel the unrest.|Feel the unrest.

Pretty nice huh?|Very pretty.

In breaking news today...

...a MIG-21 fighter plane|has just crashed...

...this is the second such crash|in the past six months...

The Defence Ministry has ordered|an investigation into the crash.

We have just received|news that the pilot...

...Flight Lieutenant Ajay Rathod|has died in the crash.

Flight Lt Rathod apparently did not|eject from the burning plane...

Instead he steered it away from Ambala|city and crashed it in an open field.

Thus saving many lives

Viewers may recall...

...that until now,|163 MiG-21 of IAF have crashed...

...and 66 pilots have|lost their lives.

UTv

This game of hide and seek has gone on too long,|come home now, won't you.

I've searched high and low,

these old eyes are weary so,|come home now won't you.

Dusk is spreading like the ache in my heart,|my vision blurs, come home now won't you.

I'm in a place you wouldn't|believe Ma.

Endless skies|I can soar.

Just like your fairy tales,|it's filled with dreams.

A sea of hope with no shore.

My soul flies here, like a kite without fear.|No one to cut my strings, no more.

Flt. Lt. Ajay Rathod stayed in|the plane until the very end...

...and steered the plane|clear of Ambala city.

Thereby saving|many lives.

In the last 10 years over 100 MIG-21|aircrafts of the IAF have crashed...

...in which over 30 pilots have|lost their lives.

Defence Minister, CAG report says old & defective|Russian spare parts were procured by the govt.

Isn't this a case of|high-level corruption?

Not at all. I've personally clarified|the issue in parliament.

This is a downright lie.

The youngsters of today are brash and|irresponsible when it comes to flying planes.

No! I don't agree...

Flt. Lt. Ajay Rathod|was an ace pilot...

...who I trained...

He was a gold medallist.|The youngest to clear night sorties.

With over 1000 flying hours...

This can't be the record|of an irresponsible pilot.

Defence Minister, how many|more pilots will you send to their graves...

...before you stop the|rot in the system?

If only I could show|you this place, Ma.

Here waterfalls are|made of rainbows.

There are no roses|just bouquets of dreams Ma.

Their scent, no flower|can hope for.

Here sunlight and shadow|walk hand in hand.

Everything seems|bright and new.

But what is heaven,|and all its wonders,

when Ma, I don't have you.

From now on, the government|will make sure that...

...only experienced pilots are given|access to these machines...

...and not to rash pilots|like Ajay Rathod.

What the hell is|he talking about!

I welcome any investigation.|I have nothing to hide.

This damn MIG investigation|shouldn't take us down.

Relax Sir. Public memory is short.|Besides, we'll handle things.

Dead pilots, live very|long in the news.

But then, they join the forces to|sacrifice their lives. Don't they?

The situation is tense|at the moment.

There is growing anger|and discontent.

Directed largely towards the government.|Especially the Defence Minister.

We have with us|Ajay Rathod's mother...

The government can't wash its|hands off the issue like this.

They are answerable|to the public.

If the MIG spare parts were of doubtful quality,|why were they bought in the first place?

For what? Money?|Money won't bring our children back.

The Defence Minister|is morally responsible.

He has to resign.

It looks like the veil has been|pulled off the defence scam.

But how much|will be revealed?

Mishra,|what's happening?

Ajay Rathod was|not a novice...

...he didn't let his plane|crash into the town.

When it developed a snag|he didn't try to save his life.

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