Rang Rasiya Page #4

Rs. 200,000..

..200,000?

Thank you Mr. Schleizer. I think we must leave.

Wait!

How much money we have in the bank?

Around 50,000.

If we take loan?

How are you playing with fire?

As I can't forget the face of that old man..

..who was worshipping my painting. Our painting.

Telegram.

How much is it?

- Still more is needed.

How much?

Around 100,000.

Send a telegram to Madhavrao. He will do something about it.

Madhavrao will not do anything.

He is no more.

People want to see life on the face..

..of an artist not a look of death.

Your dreams require people like them.

Be happy. Confident.

You will get what you want.

Smile. When you smile you look great.

Good. Very good.

Good idea!

Printing press?

Good idea!

What are you saying, sir? Its a wonderful idea.

You will have to finance it.

I won't finance it.

Why?

- Business. Who will run it?

I will.

Did you ever venture into business?

This is not just business for me.

That's it. That's the reason I won't finance it.

Look, an artist can't be a business man.

A business man can't be an artist.

Listen.

Look, you are happy with your art.

I am happy only with money.

Will you be my partner?

You take care of the art. I will take care of the business.

Believe me.

We will earn lot of money.

As.

Nothing sells like religion in this world.

Raja Ravi Verma's prints connected the whole country.

For the first time these colourful paintings..

..reached every house in the nation.

The sari's that the model's of Ravi Verma wore..

..were accepted by the ladies of India.

It became the identity of the women in India.

Loads of letters.

Did you hear that the whole post office..

..is filled with one man's letters?

So you are now the real King.

And this are your people.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Stop there.

Kamini!

I wanted to meet you.

I want to show you something.

Come with me.

We were never let to go inside the temple.

Never since ages.

Always the gods were in.

And we were outside.

You got them out and let us meet him.

This man has accepted that he..

..made art and religion a business.

Art. Which was a part of the temples and palace once.

Today it is being sold on streets.

It has become an advertisement for soaps and oil.

It is hung on the walls of prostitutes houses.

Your honour, this man's art is supporting such a culture..

..where god is money.

But I don't see any filth in these pictures.

Your honour.

Thousands of people feel..

..maybe the goddess appeared to him.

But later they came to know.

The face they considered to be the face of the goddess..

..was the face of a mere lady.

And that lady was a prostitute.

But this man didn't stop here.

The face that people considered a goddess..

..this man painted such dirty pictures.

It's long since you have painted.

What's the matter?

You are famous. You have money. You have love.

Everyone loves you.

Even then you are so sad. Why?

I am thinking.

About whom?

Urvasi.

Urvasi?

Who is she?

A fairy. Just like you.

Urvasi. The one..

..who loved a human being.

She has started to love Purushva.

Purushva.

He was a brave King. But he was a human being.

The god accepted this relationship but on one condition.

What was the condition?

That they will not see each other in their real form.

Naked. If it happens.

Then Urvasi will have to return to the heavens forever.

Then?

- Then they used to meet only at nights.

She used to leave once it was dawn.

Then?

But Purushva was a human being.

This incomplete truth was not enough for him.

But their love was so strong. The gods were jealous.

Then one night.

When she was draping her sari..

..was getting to ready to leave.

Purushva was awake.

He caught her drape.

The god planned something and there was lightening.

Urvashi's sari slipped.

In that light they saw each other.

Naked.

Then?

Urvasi had to..

..return to heavens forever.

How interesting?

There are so many pictures..

..which will never be painted.

Why?

The story is true.

Who will model for this?

We are afraid to accept the truth.

Actually to be free.

Our thoughts are shut with fear.

"Why do you trouble me? My dear, why do you trouble me?"

"I don't understand. I don't understand."

"I don't understand. I don't understand.'

"My eyes are like the arrow."

"When your tresses are away from your face..

..your beauty is seen."

"All my senses are awake when I hear your tinklets."

"Beauty."

"Is my being. I am feeling desired."

"I am feeling as though music is being played."

"Today I have only one thing in mind."

"Let me be lost."

"I want to give myself to you and be pleased."

"Why do you trouble me? My dear, why do you trouble me?"

"Dear, I don't understand. I don't understand."

"In. Out. And inside,"

"For a moment we are lost."

"Let us unite as if our bodies have turned to ashes."

"Only our hearts will meet."

"I will drink the nectar of your being."

"I will paint such a painting

that even god will come alive."

"Why do you trouble? My dear, Why do you trouble me?"

"I don't understand. I don't understand."

"I don't understand. My dear"

Do you love him?

It's terrible.

My paintings.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Accounts. Altar roof. Everything is burnt.

We will have to buy some parts.

How much will it cost?

Around 30,000.

Please don't look at me.

I.. came to tell you..

..that I want to break off this partnership.

I can't take any more risk.

Give me some loan.

What's the use?

I will return it.

With interest.

Don't misunderstand me. But.

What do you have in bargain?

Keep my paintings.

All? Think about it.

We have to start the press again.

Alright.

Then plague started spreading.

Death was all over.

So much pain. How long could one endure it?

The plague isn't in our body but in our soul.

The British government is killing us like animals.

And we are quiet.

Are we cowards?

No. No.

We must burn all the pictures of this painter.

And even him with them.

He has sold gods and goddess for a penny.

He supports the British.

Mr. Pandit, this is a court. Think before you speak.

I am speaking after thinking about the pros and cons.

He is part of the conspiracy.

A conspiracy to destroy the Hindu religion.

That's why the gods are angry. They have sent the plague.

What do you mean?

This plague is the anger of the gods. What else can it be?

1000 have died. More will die.

If this sinner is not stopped.

Down with the British support. Down. Down.

Order.

- Throw him out.

Who are you to decide?

The court will decide.

Kill him. Kill him.

Order.

Where is Pachan?

- Maybe giving water to the horses.

What? What are you staring at?

Do I have horns?

May you have the plague.

- Everyone has gone crazy.

Where are you running?

Will you hit me?

Hit me. -No body will touch him.

I will report to the police.

Hit him. Hit him.

Call the police.

He is running. Catch him.

What smell is this?

Rats. The rats have dirtied the place.

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