The Cloud-Capped Star
- Year:
- 1960
- 126 min
- 121 Views
MEGHE DHAKA TARA
(Cloud-Capped Star)
Supriya Choudhury, Anil Chatterjee,
Bijon Bhattacharya
Gita De, Gita Ghatak
Dwiju Bhawal, Niranjan Roy, Gyanesh
Mukherjee, Ranen Roy Choudhury
Story by Shaktipada Rajguru
Photographed by Dinen Gupta
Music by Jyotirindra Moitra
Production, scenario and direction
by Ritwik Ghatak
Tell your father you owe us for
two months. It's getting difficult
Yes, I will
I can't do without a shave,
Any idea what you owe?
A dark girl
A dark complexion
Get off to school now
she'll be hurt if she overhears
Such a responsible girl
Studying and giving two tuitions,
bringing home forty rupees a month
there are more and more evictions
They might even stop school grants
Would you like a mat,
to sit and gossip on?
Your sandal is torn, Khuki
I'll have it mended
Teacher, about your tax...
What a good thing I bumped into you.
Now, about your dramatic society...
The bumblebee flew humming
into the room
Bathe, you're late for college
A love letter!.
"l didn't appreciate your worth,
I thought you were like the others
"But now I see you in the clouds...
"...perhaps a cloud-capped star,
veiled by circumstances...
"...your aura dimmed"
Sanat. That idiot! I haven't
seen him for ages
Poking your nose into personal affairs
If you're a "person", then
I'll be a genius one day
You know that's true, hence your pride
If only the barber would understand
what a genius I am
Can you spare some money?
The beard's itching
Two annas, or maybe four...
some tobacco
Or why not a whole rupee. You've got
your tuition money, haven't you?.
Why not get a job, Brother?
It's beneath an artist's dignity
In a couple of years, cash will
rain down on me
Do you know how much Amir Khan Sahib
gets for a concert?
Remember what I said about the rupee
Ma, Manashi in our college has
a sari with a beautiful motif...
...a cow-girl
Ma, don't listen to her
It's the college's football final
tomorrow
I can't wear these awful saris
any more
The "heiress" has spent three years
in the same class
I must have studded boots by tomorrow
He can't afford food, but he makes
demands like a prince
Half the month we can't afford
a second course
sister will have been paid
You didn't buy sandals, did you?
I'll buy them later. I bought
material for brother's shirt
After all these years... isn't that
Father's pupil Sanat?
Don't you recognize me?
It's Montu, isn't it?.
What are you gawping at?.
You've changed so much. You were
only a girl, and now...
- Who?
- Neeta
You write letters, but you don't
come to see us
I know that handwriting; I give
those letters to Neeta
She's hardly at home, what with
college and tuitions
Let's go home. Ma will be cross
Geeta has grown into quite a beauty
A beauty... but she can't afford
decent clothes
Neeta, I need some cash to have
the diagrams printed
It's all gone this month, Sanat
I can't even buy my brother and
sister what they ask
I know, but I still bring my woes
to you. One feels powerless
It's your struggle. Can't we share it?
I'll find a way next month
speaks of you
Yes, but only when I've some money
Your spoilt darling will spend it
by the fistful
After all, it's her money
The hussy must have spent it all,
my entire month's budget
I ought to give, but I don't.
How can I say no?
No sympathy in the whole world,
and no one who'll understand
Khuki, won't you eat?
I'm not feeling well
Don't be angry with Ma
Deprivation... it's destroyed her mind
I'm not angry
Remember that poem by Yeats, Khuki?
A bad headache
Here's another precious prodigy
A god in a devil's clan.
Shear it off
You've bought nice material
Going to bed already?. Won't you eat?
Mother must have said something
Ignore what people say. Your motto
should be:
Do what you think bestEyes full of tears?. They'll fall
at the slightest provocation
I'll utter a spell. All right?
- I'm not feeling well
- So I'm uttering it
Mother, your girl's such a Khuki.
She can't make out anything
She's such a Khuki, mother
- A rupee tomorrow, please
- There's nothing left
All right, next month, then
Next month it all goes straight to Ma
Whoever gives up money
is a full-scale idiot
Where are you going, all dressed up?
I couldn't wait till morning
to wear it
Slightly bovine
There's pleasure in practice
New month, very busy right now
Please send last month's bill
You'll settle it? What did you want?
Just the bill
Not going to college?
Flunking exams for novels and films
Everything's scarce in this house,
you don't have anything you need
So create a paradise
Dress like fairies, all of you
I'll rest, wriggling my big toe,
in perfumed splendour
This year you and Shankar
just have to sing for us
I've given up singing, and Shankar's
maestro won't give him permission
But we'll invite lots of guests.
We must talk this over
All right, I'll call in at the
library and see you
Well, how are the rehearsals?
Not making much progress
Progress indeed!
The tuition money
All of it?
I asked Banshi to send his bill.
He's so rude every day
Keep five rupees for pocket-money
Have you no shame, living off
your old father?
The girl works to foot your bills
I'll be earning, too
Since the radio audition I get lots
of calls, my maestro's furious
He won't let me perform until
I've studied for another two years
Hasn't your maestro a hennaed beard?
Why not just grab it and hang on
like a midget? Why come here?
Does any young man sit at home?
My bread doesn't come cheap
How can I look people in the eye?
No food for you, unless you pay up
- You told Ma I'm a glutton
He can't make out anything.
He's such a Khuka, mother
Why destroy the future because of
such simple bickering?
Grit your teeth and hang on
for two years
Khuki, only you know my worth
Going off like that... don't you know
what's on tomorrow?
It's Jagatdhatri Puja
It's your birthday
Father's taking me out,
like he used to
Where to?
Anywhere, it's not decided
All right. I'll come, too.
Don't tell him
Brother, you're such a child
Father would refuse if I told him
Sunrise
Didn't Keats have a poem?
This flourishing field... it costs
nothing to perceive its beauty
There is no money, but this is here
Appreciating life is an art
Don't overdo it, you'll get
indigestion
Will you always be this greedy?
You shouldn't say such things
Anything for us?.
Sir, your tax is three months overdue
Come tomorrow morning,
I'll see what I can do
Aren't you in that group of...
I left. I wasn't getting any parts
An actor, is it?
Who are you?
I'm Sanat, sir
You got a good second in pure physics
Someone told me... Khuki told me
Yes, we meet sometimes
What's happened?. You're so pale
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Cloud-Capped Star" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 23 Nov. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/the_cloud-capped_star_13603>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In