Shakha Proshakha
- Year:
- 1990
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Come, I know you sit in
this room every morning.
That's why I did not go to
the garden and came here.
I have not spoken
to you for a long time.
Looking at the flowers? You know
today is a big day, Proshanto?
Your father is seventy years old today.
You don't have to remember that.
Leave it... leave it... Sit...
Why are you going over there?
I do not often meet you.
Sometimes I forget that
you are even staying here.
Where are they?
Your brothers wanted to
come but I stopped them.
All of them work. There is no
need to leave work and come.
Everybody works...
What did you say?
Everybody works...
You too used to...
You had bad luck, Proshanto...
Do you know why you don't work?
You had been abroad to
study Minerology. Remember?
Wait...
if I can make you remember...
Saying "I don't work... I don't work"...
No need to feel sad about it.
Listen, listen carefully...
Abroad... London...
You met with an accident. You had
a severe head injury... Remember?
Doctor... Hopkins...
There was no hope of survival.
What a horrible time it was...
Your mother didn't even touch water
for ten days.
I only saw darkness.
The moment we knew,
we made all the arrangements.
Passport... Tickets...
Two days before leaving... A miracle...
We got news. The difficult time
was over and there was no fear.
You started recovering,
returning to normalcy...
and got back home...
But, you couldn't work. Doctors tried...
but something was missing...
God gave us a lot...
and so we made our peace...
Among four brothers,
you were the most brilliant.
And only you said you will
live here and work here.
I never insisted.
You remained,
but as a different person.
Please do not mind Proshanto.
It's alright the way you live. You stay
in your room, listen to music...
I remember everything...
What's that?
The tune, the music...
Lots and lots of tunes...
It stays with me...
What's that tune? Whose is it?
Maybe I won't understand...
No Sir... No Sir...
You are still naughty.
Your friend Himanshu sent records
from abroad. Did you like them?
And how's the music system your
brothers gave you for your birthday?
Very good. Very good...
What is called?
I really do not know...
Hi fi... Hi fi.
Maybe...
You know what they gave me?
Kashmiri shawl, silk sheets,
Tussar payjama kurta...
A dhoti set with the
latest fashion big border.
And your sister-in law
knitted a woollen pullover too.
Manilal had been to Calcutta.
They sent it through him.
This evening there is public meeting.
I didn't tell you because...
No... No... Baba... Baba...
Son... I am here... Sit...
- Lightning...
- Where?
The banyan tree... Here...
in front of me...
What are you saying these days...?
Have you turned into a saint?
Get ready... Get ready...
Okay. I will get ready.
I will get ready wearing my
birthday clothes. I will be ready.
The truth is I don't
like these felicitations...
I wish the old days
would come back...
You four brothers...
Lovingly I call out to you.
Atul, Batul, Shamla, Shatul...
One is good, one is naughty,
one is quiet and one is smart.
I would return from the office
and would see... A bustling household...
And today the same house
is empty... Only three people...
The father is there but not quite.
Your mother wasn't...
even fifty and went away.
The only consolation...
she did not suffer.
One by one,
all three sons went their way...
When I sit alone,
I feel miserable...
The days that were...
and what's left now...
The past is gone... Won't come back...
Be happy with what you have.
That's why I am here Proshanto.
And I console myself...
I am lucky that my
three sons are doing well...
They took the family name
to the heights.
You know the reason for it?
I used to believe in two
very old proverbs.
Even now...
Work is worship.
Honesty is the best policy.
Oh... You remember that?
Work is worship.
Honesty is best policy...
I'm sorry Baba...
My head... I...
I am talking to you after so many
days... Will you not listen to me?
Please forgive me, Baba...
You talk... Very sorry... Talk...
My opinion and belief... The the way
the three sons were brought up...
They definitely believed in these proverbs.
And that is the reason for their success.
Everybody says these
are times of corruption...
I hear so many awful things...
You don't hear them. Money
is of two types. Do you know?
Two... Two...
There are two kinds of money...
Yes, one is white which is accountable.
One black. Not accountable.
Honest money and dishonest money...
Anyway... Money can be any type.
I will never believe...
Even if one wants to stay straight;
One cannot. And being straight...
Zero... Zero... Zero...
What's happening Proshanto?
Stop it, Proshanto!
I hurt you...
Please forgive me Proshanto.
Injustice...
Injustice... Injustice...
I have lost my head...
Sir... Sir...
Nirupama Trust has sent three
gentlemen with bouquets...
Listen, I want to tell you one thing
Proshanto, because you're with me...
At least I can see
one of my son's faces.
Do you think it's a small thing?
If you weren't here, how alone I'd be.
They come. Enquire. Take care of me.
Love me... All this is fine.
But they cannot take my son's place.
You are not working...
but you are my son... my blood...
You understand?
As long as you are with me,
I'm at peace. Always remember this.
We can never pay
back our debt to him.
What we can do is let him know
our gratefulness toward him.
To execute this duty,
on his seventieth birthday,
a memorable day...
We, residents of this town
that is named after him,
raised this function.
This great man,
who has done so much for us...
We have his blessings
and for that we thank God.
Today we wish this great man
a heathy, eventful and active long life.
Everybody knows the
great literary maestro.
Mr. Jaidev Mukhopadhyay.
He has written
Mr. Anando Mohar's biography.
First he will read out passages
from the book and then present it.
Respected Mr. Anando Mohan Majumdar...
Friends and companions...
I cannot tell how successful
I have been in my work.
To document this great man from
childhood to his ideals and aims...
To this township, which is a
strange and unbelievable story
has not been an easy job.
I don't know how successful I have been.
The readers wil be the best judge.
But I can say one thing...
Without Mr. Anando Mohar's help,
this would not have been possible.
I am eternally...
Are you feeling uncomfortable?
I now wish to present
my small gift to him...
to say a few words...
Probir... This is Dada.
What happened?
Baba... Heart attack.
You mean he is dead?
No no he has survived.
He is at home. The
specialist is with him.
And our Dr. Shom is there.
He is not serious...
But, you can understand at this age.
When did it happen?
It happened this evening.
Jagdish Babu has been
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