Rang Rasiya Page #6

What are you?

Is it you?

And this?

Even this?

Yes.

Why did you paint such paintings?

Did this artist made you helpless?

Or gave you money?

Or requested, what happened?

What was the reason, Sugandha?

Please answer, Sugandha.

This is a court and you..

..have vowed to speak the truth.

No woman would insult herself willingly.

Why did you do this? Answer me?

As I believe he is a true artist.

You won't live.

I won't live.

But his art will remain. Forever.

And through him even me.

Don't explain to us about art.

We know the art of a woman like you.

This man..

..made a woman like me a goddess.

You made her a prostitute.

I am the culprit.

Blame me for painting.

I am to be blamed to paint the god and goddess.

And a mere woman.

This woman.

I am to be blamed to make this woman my inspiration.

As I..

..saw a goddess in her eyes.

Can I ask..

..who are the people who tell me what..

..is right and what is wrong.

Who are these people who are ready to judge my art.

Of my life.

As my art is my life.

I am proud of my culture and tradition.

And it is not so weak..

..that it will break on seeing a naked body.

I have roamed this wide country.

And I have seen amazing temples.

Ajanta. Ellora.

Konark.

Kajrao.

Seeing the statues in them.

I didn't feel anything dirty.

I was not ashamed. In fact it was..

..so beautiful that I. I was amazed.

This country belongs to Kamasuthra.

It talks about our body..

..our soul..

..our beliefs and humanity. It teaches us to celebrate.

I am just a human.

This is my story.

I have grown up hearing these stories.

They are stories of Ramayana and Mahabharata.

It is from the best stories of the world.

Among them..

..one thing is found.

That is..

..a woman who was cheated.

Who is cheater sometime by her husband..

..sometime by her lover.

And sometime by gods.

We all are to be blamed.

Everyone.

I know.

I am..

..to be blamed.

Your honour, the truth is..

..I am little, selfish, greedy artist.

Who wants to win the hearts of many.

Who wants to touch more and more people.

Who lives in fear..

..that whatever I have in me if..

..it doesn't come out completely?

If the changing times will leave me behind.

I believe..

..our life's motto should be to be better than art.

If you tie up art..

..it will destroy everything..

..which is beautiful and it has some meaning.

It will be closed.

If believing this is a crime.

During the course of this case.

Some important questions have been raised.

Can we..

..stop our thinking?

Can we imprison art?

Can art, technology and religion..

..all three..

..can go towards one direction?

All the witnesses of this case.

And keeping in mind all the different outlooks.

This court..

..releases..

..Raja Ravi Verma.

This is him. It is him.

If I could live only in your thoughts.

But I am a woman. Not a goddess.

After living in the world of paintings.

I feel the real world is a lie.

I can't endure..

..whatever is happening with you.

I am responsible for that.

I believe time will prove you right.

But as we have..

..seen each other in our real form.

Like Urvasi, I will have to leave too.

Whenever you remember me. Close your eyes.

I will come.

Ravi.

How long will you hide from the world?

I don't know.

I don't feel anything.

Nothing at all.

Why are you punishing yourself in this way?

Who am I.

This is a game by the gods.

Then maybe you should leave painting gods and goddess.

Paint real people.

Their real pain, sorrow..

..real laugh, happiness..

..real life.

Ladies and Gentleman..

..another master piece by Raja Ravi Verma.

And my starting bid is.

Break it.

- It is wrong!!

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"These colours belong to you."

"Orange is like the dusk at sun set."

"The black tresses."

"Is like the flowing from your eyes."

"Red. Yellow. Green. Pink. Golden."

"You are one. But you have different shades."

"Colour me. Colour me. Colour me."

"The blue sea is swaying. Swinging. Flowing."

"There is nothing different. Add the colours you want."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter. Painter"

"Painter. Painter."

"These golden days. The nights are like silver."

"My lover is entertaining. He is always chirpy."

"Your hair are curly. How do you look?"

"The sun and moon are like the golden rays."

"Where are you going? Leaving behind dreams."

"Painter. Painter. Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter."

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