Shree 420 Page #2

Synopsis: Wearing torn Japanese shoes, English trousers, a red Russian cap, and a Hindustani heart, orphaned Ranbir Raj comes to Bombay to make his fortune. He pawns his gold medal, gambles with the money, loses everything, & the balance is pick-pocketed. He ends up on the beach, meets with Vidya Shastri, a teacher who runs a private school, and both fall in love. Ranbir gets a job in a laundry. When he goes to deliver some clothes to Maya, she notices that he has a way with cards, gets him to accompany her to a casino of sorts, where he wins Rs.20000/-, which unfortunately is pocketed by Maya. Then a rich industrialist, Sonanand Dharmachand, approaches Ranbir, hires him to work for him, and soon Ranbir is on his way to a wealthy life. Vidya gets a first hand look at this wealthy life, and decides to break up with him. Sonachand teaches Ranbir that in order to make money one must never discriminate between the rich and poor. So they set out to offer homes to the homeless for Rs.100/-. Watch what
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Raj Kapoor
  2 wins.
 
IMDB:
8.1
Year:
1955
168 min
594 Views


I'm like your brother,

what's your name?

I told you all once,

our day would come

Our Raj is here

What do you do for a living?

I'm looking for work.

What a job that is!

You seem to be new here,

that's why you look for work

Or else you'd have fun

like us

What do you do?

Jobless!

Our stories can be told

in a single word: jobless.

Tell us your story.

Where are you from?

If we're to be as one,

tell your story.

Tell us something exciting,

I feel sad today

O gently people,

hear this story

A simple story with no frills,

aimed to give many thrills

I was once a boy

of a poor family...

...who inherited

his mother's destiny

Grief and suffering

were my childhood friends

Pain and breath did blend

Alas! With a face such as mine

A thief and I

look one of a kind'

On the street, one day,

for no rhyme or reason

An officer took me away

An officer

Peered over his spectacles

He looked me over

barring no obstacles

Said he:
Can you see no more

He's the warden's brother-in-law

I'm still bound by misery

I'm happy but not in ecstasy

My destination lies before me.

My feet are tied for all to see

Rich folk hinder the fun

Heed me but tell none

Don't walk with head down

Don't sing without rhyme.

Don't shout without reason

Or you will end up in prison!

Why were you sleeping here?

- Sir?

The problem is,

I had a row with my wife

She threw me out of the house

You know the women

of today are like men

Get lost.

Is this a place to sleep?

Get lost.

Go on! He must be a newcomer.

He's nuts

What are you doing?

Can't you see?

Why are you doing that?

To see this wretched world

you have to look at it upside down

All the leaders of the

country do the same thing

Then, they see it right

Behave yourself

or I'll straighten you out

Constable, is this a crime?

Get along

You broke the castle

Some people are like that,

they can destroy, not build

They sell honest and sin

What must they do?

Drown!

I agree

Hey you! Wait, Stop!

Were you trying

to commit suicide?

What? Me? Committing suicide?

Yes, suicide

- You mean suicide?

You said that people

like me should drown

That was...

I mean, I'm sorry

You're right, people

like me should drown.

It's a sin

to commit suicide

You won't will you?

- Of course, I will

It's the last sin.

So what if you saved me?

Listen, I won't

let you commit suicide.

Can you stop me, if I

want to take my life?

I'll call the police

to stop you

He's...

- What are you up to?

I'm up to something,

but will she agree?

He...

- Let me tell you, come this way

She's the one

- Your wife?

Absolutely

She's pretty

Don't get taken in by her face,

she's poison

She jumped into the sea,

I had to get her out

She says:
I'll drown and

take you with me

She refuses to go home

So that's it? I'll fix her

You'll save a mariage

from breaking up

What is it?

- Go home

Where?

- Home

You, too

- As you say, Constable

Come, let's go

Don't be cross

What are you saying?

Who are you to order me?

Hear that? She says who

am I to order me?

Tell her who I am

Go home or else

to the police station

Why? What have I done?

- Committing suicide

But I was...

She says she dived in

save me

Not another word from you.

Go home

Why bicker like children?

Wives should not leave

their homes like that

You're of the modern generation.

A woman is a home's goddess.

Each Indian woman should

regard her husband as a god.

That's enough!

This is my home. Now go

Have you started again?

Get inside.

You're still following me?

I see you home, and you

say I've no manners

Vidya?

What is it?

- I've had it! Father

I will tell him

You can't go inside

- Why not?

Let me meet him

Who are you arguing with?

- She is arguing with me, father.

Who are you?

- He's...

Shri. Ranbir Raj

- My father, Pandit Omkarnath Shastri

He dived into the sea

- Into the sea

Tell her not

to jump into such deep waters

Don't interrupt, I'm talking.

Luckily...

...I was there

Or else, she would have been

I didn't jump in

- Don't play with life

That's what I said too,

our life is given by God

To misuse it is ungrateful

He jumped in...

- Change your clothes

I'll sit for a while. Be careful

or you might catch pneumonia

He's right. Go and

change your clothes

Serve some tea to

our guest

Sit down.

Thank you, my son.

You've done me a favour

She's all I have in the world

It was my duty.

- Who helps anyone these days?

You risked your life for her.

To jump in the sea is simple.

I can swim for miles

It's a pity that

my expensive suit got wet

Hurry with tea,

he might catch a cold

You're cheerful

You put yourself

to such bother

The tea is hot, be careful

Liars burn tongues

Did you burn yours?

Not my tongue, but my heart

You're a very funny fellow.

Hurry, Vidya

The kids are waiting

Hers?

- She has fifty

Fifty, my God!

Father, I'd better go

We have a small school

- A school?

I see!

Since I've been paralysed,

Vidya has run the school

We live on little.

The poor live here

We are poor, too.

We have nothing better to offer you.

We don't have even a comfortable

chair for you to sit.

It's first class.

Don't let it worry you

Be careful! Are you hurt?

Don't worry

It isn't your fault.

I've put on a little weight.

One little seed, two seeds

Seed on seed

On the roof the girl dances,

The crazy boy takes his chances

Guess!

Pomegranate

There lived

a little girl called Lalbai

She wears a red skirt

that a pie

She burns your mouth

and she makes your cry

Have a guess!

A chilli!

It's green and

It's surrounded with pearls

Deep in the garden

of the king it sways and whirls

Its hair is quite wild

and filled with curls

Guess!

Corn!

It's a creature

with money spread on its tail'

It wears

a crown on its head like a sail

It dances full of glee,

Full of joy in a gale.

Guess!

A peacock!

One little seed, two seeds

Seed on seed

Though it's quite out of sight,

It stays close and near

It eats, it drinks,

have little or no fear

Don't fall into its snare,

Be careful, be wise, beware

Guess!

Misery!

No! It's me!

Did you see?

She lost her own game.

Teacher lost the game

She lost!

Celebrate with a holiday.

Go home

Sit down all of you!

Come back!

Or you will be in for it

Uncouth, illiterate!

Letting them go

Why get so cross?

Let them have some fun

Fun and game, eh?

To be useless like you?

True, I don't have

any work but...

...illiterate...

...I'm not. That's the tragedy

If I were, I would be a labourer

What can I do? I am a graduate

That's an even bigger lie!

Look at you.

Do you look educated?

My appearance fools you

If I were dressed

grandly and had a car...

...You wouldn't have called

me illiterate

I don't blame you.

The world is not compassionate

Clothes make a man

Fine clothes are more imporatant

than human sentiments

That isn't true.

We aren't rich.

You see, poor people live here

It's shameful that

the poor forget the poor

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Khwaja Ahmad Abbas

Khwaja Ahmad Abbas (7 June 1914 – 1 June 1987), popularly known as K. A. Abbas, was an Indian film director, screenwriter, novelist, and a journalist in the Urdu, Hindi and English languages. He won four National Film Awards in India. As a director and screenwriter, Khwaja Ahmad Abbas is considered one of the pioneers of Indian parallel or neo-realistic cinema, and as a screenwriter he is also known for writing Raj Kapoor's best films.As a director, he made a number of important Hindi-Urdu films. Dharti Ke Lal (1946), about the Bengal famine of 1943, was one of Indian cinema's first social-realist films, and opened up the overseas market for Indian films in the Soviet Union. Pardesi (1957) was nominated for the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival. Shehar Aur Sapna (1963) won the National Film Award for Best Feature Film, while Saat Hindustani (1969) and Do Boond Pani (1972) both won the National Film Awards for Best Feature Film on National Integration. As a screenwriter, he penned a number of neo-realistic films, such as Dharti Ke Lal (which he directed), Neecha Nagar (1946) which won the Palme d'Or at the first Cannes Film Festival, Naya Sansar (1941), Jagte Raho (1956), and Saat Hindustani (which he also directed). He is also known for writing the best of Raj Kapoor's films, including the Palme d'Or nominated Awaara (1951), as well as Shree 420 (1955), Mera Naam Joker (1970), Bobby (1973) and Henna (1991).His column ‘Last Page’ holds the distinction of being one of the longest-running columns in the history of Indian journalism. The column began in 1935, in The Bombay Chronicle, and moved to the Blitz after the Chronicle's closure, where it continued until his death in 1987. He was awarded the Padma Shri by the Government of India in 1969. more…

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