Rang Rasiya Page #3

I am sorry, sir.

I can't do this.

What are you saying?

- I will explain.

Don't take me wrong.

There is a treasury of stories in our country too.

One story greater than the other.

These stories will surprise the world.

Ramayana. Mahabharata.

I want to show these stories to the world.

I want to paint them.

Then paint. Start from today.

No one must say that we, Indians don't understand art.

I am grateful to you.

But even now I can't do this.

I will need to make preparations.

I will have to visit the whole country. And.

I will need to understand where these stories started.

And for that..

..it will take time.

I will wait.

Officer, give him whatever he needs.

Let's see whether he paints as well as he talks.

"I am present everywhere."

"But you are not to be seen."

"O.. No one can find..

..your path."

"Who is he? Open up the secret."

"Open up the closed doors."

"Open up the closed doors.

- Open up my senses."

"I search for you every nook and corner."

"When it is dawn, I get up and I find you there."

"There are flowers everywhere. We smiled when you bloomed."

"The sun is touching the ground.

You are glowing like light."

"Your beauty is all around."

"I am following you blindly."

"Like someone is pulling me."

"Open up my senses."

"Open up my senses. Open up my senses."

"I am searching you everywhere."

"O.."

"O.. Open up. Open up."

"Every path. Every lane."

"Each river. Each lake. Day and night."

"You are in every kingdom. In everything I see you."

"You are in every corner. I am in you. You are in me."

"Come, follow me. Leave everything aside."

"Open up my senses."

"Open up my senses. Open up my senses."

"Open up my senses."

"Open up my senses. Open up my senses."

"Open up my senses."

Raj. Send a telegram to the King. I am ready to paint.

"This golden colours. The silver."

"My darling is so entertaining."

"God knows his condition being away."

"With the sun and moon, the night is lovely."

"Where is your destination?"

"Painter. Painter. Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

All your paintings will be put up here.

I will arrange for it to be hanged, your highness.

Are you upset? Tell me without any hesitation.

Very few will see these paintings.

If it could be found out..

..what the normal people think about this painting? So.

Do I look abnormal to you?

- No, your highness.

I mean the common man.

You are not common in any sense.

Alright. Show the paintings to everyone.

Great!!

This will be the first art exhibition for the common man.

Are the paintings ready?

No, your highness. It will take another week.

Alright. One week.

I can't wait longer than this.

Why did you lie? The paintings are ready.

If the King finds out he will hang..

..us instead of the paintings.

Take care that no one sees these paintings.

Hey, where are you going?

Suganda! I need to speak to you.

You thought of me after a long time.

I thought you have forgotten me.

I have come from afar just to meet you.

Leave me. The people are watching.

Come with me.

Where?

Don't ask. Just come along.

You know I can't wait after sunset.

Just once.

For me.

Come.

Come here.

This is you. Mesmerizing me.

Come.

This is when you get angry with me.

And this is you. Having fun with me.

And this is when you go away from me.

Even for a moment.

You can't be away from me.

I wanted you to be the first to see them.

Look!!

It is you.

Just you.

It is you. You!!

Did you like them?

Very much. A lot.

A lot.

I don't know why I met you.

"Painter."

Ravi.

Now I don't fear death.

You have shown me the face of god here.

Get aside. Get aside.

Get aside.

Ravi, you are really famous.

Chintamani has come personally to see it.

Come with me.

Master, hello.

Pretty. Very pretty.

Raja Ravi Verma.

He is King Chintamani.

He is the scholar of Sanskrit, Sachiv Maharaksha trust.

Trustee of 15,000 temples.

No. 18,000.

I am sorry. 18,000 temples.

You must be the member of my trust.

We do a lot for the upliftment of the society.

That's good. But I am busy.

You need to make time.

It is for your good.

You will make new connections. Your network will increase.

All the powerful people of the trust will support you.

Thanks a lot. But.

I don't need them.

Who gave you the permission to paint gods?

The gods.

Is it?

In my dreams.

God's can't be painted in human forms.

The gods and goddess are better in the temple.

They are not for everyone.

Who made this rule?

Your trust?

I am sorry. I don't believe such nonsense.

Egoistic. Non believer.

Raj, escort him out.

Remember this moment.

Get aside.

- "Ram. Ram. Ram."

"Ram. Ram. Ram."

"Ram. Ram. Ram."

"Ram. Ram. Ram."

"Ram. Ram. Ram."

"Ram. Ram. Ram."

"Ram. Ram. Ram."

"Ram. Ram. Ram."

Once again the great stories of India came alive.

The gods got their face. Their identity.

These pictures were a finding.

The search for the soul of India.

"Painter.

- Painter."

Success once again.

Raja Ravi Verma became famous far and wide.

King. Lords. The rich.

Everyone, whoever it was.

Wanted to have the paintings of Raja Ravi Verma.

Success and money..

..if it doesn't make you mad. Where else would it lead?

Good evening sir. I am Phalke. Dhondi Raj Govind Phalke.

I was with Mr. Wilson. The Photographer.

I want to work with you.

Why? -I want to learn from you.

- I am a student of J.

J. School of arts.

- I have learnt everything.

Painting. Drawing. Oleography. Lithography.

And I also know English.

Meet me tomorrow.

Thank you. Thank you very much sir. Thank you very much sir.

Show?

There it goes.

There it goes.

What is it?

- This is fake.

What nonsense?

The note that you en-cashed at the counter is fake.

What nonsense? How do you know if this is true or fake?

We found out.

You are making a big mistake.

I did not en-cash a fake note.

Show it to me.

I feel it's real.

But it is not. I will have to hand you over to the police.

I have been in India for a year. Now this is happened to me.

Wait!

Take the money from me. This is a real note.

I feel so.

Surely it is a mistake.

Come on friend.

Thank you.

I am Chris Schleizer from Germany.

I am Ravi Verma. An Indian.

What do you do?

I am a painter.

I a printer.

Cheers!!

Are you mad? Now you want to open an printing press.

If he can print a fake note which..

..looks so real then just think..

..what he can't do with our paintings.

Oh! Now you want to print copies of your paintings.

This is the latest craze in Europe.

One machine can print 500 pages.

In 8 hours in 14 colours.

The perfect knowledge of auto technology.

Yes. Besides this.

I have seen his paintings.

Fantastic.

Very exotic.

A painting and 1000 prints.

Sell it in India, Europe, America, the world over.

It will sell like hot cake.

But I don't like cakes.

Come here. Do you know what you are doing?

If we do it only then we will know.

How can you say that Schleizer won't cheat you.

I know he won't.

How much will be the cost of this printing press?

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