The Gardener Page #12
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 105 min
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l didn't ever expect
such a tremendous response
Response? The first edition has
sold like hot cakes
The second one is in press.
And this is all yours
What's this...?
- Just keep collecting it
''There's no saying how much more
''Baghban'' will make''
We're holding a function next week
in your honour
Do please attend. And bring
your family along too
Over there?
''Ladies and gentlemen,
''Baghban'' needs no introduction''
That its author has been honoured
with the Bookers' Prize...
speaks volume for its success
''Before l ask Mr Malhotra to
throw some light on ''Baghban''...''
l would like his son to say
a few words about his father
l therefore request to the stage...
Mr Alok Raj
Alok-ji...
You must've often heard people
saying that no one has seen God
''That it's a matter of devotion,
faith and one's belief''
But l can tell you
that l have seen God
''ln flesh and blood,
smiling and laughing...''
''in every joy, in every sorrow,
in every test and every situation''
lt's none else...
than my father
l was an orphan. l had
never seen my parents
Neither did l ever
have their love
''But l can tell you with confidence,
that had they been here today...''
they couldn't have given me
so much of love and affection...
as l got from my father
l have got so much from my father...
that l can't ask him
for anything more
But of God l seek one thing
''ln His world, he must continue to
make people like my father''
That's it. l have
nothing more to say
''Please come here, father''
Ladies and gentlemen...
l hope you won't believe all that
you heard about me just now
Alok praises me so much only because
he loves me very much
And he doesn't love me because
l'm a very good human being...
or because l have several virtues.
He loves me because...
he himself is a very nice boy
''Actually, l am not a writer''
Writers are those that plunge deep
into the oceans of knowledge...
and come up with rare gems
of literature
l have only written
what life has taught me
''Baghban'' is not about me
or any other individual''
lt's a book of the conflict
arising between the days gone by...
and the days to come
lt's a book about the broken
relations between two generations
lt's a book about
the drooping shoulders...
on which some children had once sat
to see the world
lt's a book about the
trembling hands...
''that once had held the hands of their
children, as they taught them to walk''
lt's a book about the parched lips...
that once sang lullabies
But which have now been silenced
Times have changed
Life has changed
lf people of my generation
will recall...
we were always caught up ties and
in relations that yielded nothing
Our father was God
At our mother's feet
lay our heaven
And now...
now people have become
very sensible
The new generation is very
clever and practical
''For them, every relation
is like a ladder...''
on which they will step
to rise further in life
But when they have no use
for the ladder anymore...
with the rest of the broken
furniture in the house...
''old vessels, old clothes
and newspapers...''
they are dumped in the attic
''However, life does not
take you up like a ladder''
Life grows like a tree
Parents are not the steps
on a ladder
Parents are the soul
of one's life
''However big the tree is,
however green and filled it is...''
''it can't stand on its own,
once its roots are hacked''
''With all humility and respect,
l ask today...''
the children for whose happiness...
a father spends every penny of his
hard earned money with a smile...
''those very children, when the
father's eye-sight weakens...''
why do they hesitate in
giving them light ?
lf a father can help his son to
take the first step in his life...
why can't the son...
give his father support when he's
taking the last few steps of his life?
What crime is it of the parents
who have devoted all their lives...
''to their children, that they are
given tears and loneliness?''
lf they can't give us
any love...
who gives them the right to
snatch our love from us?
What do these children think?
The parents God has united in love...
can they separate and force them to
lead a life of misery and despair?
ls it for a day like this
that man seeks children?
Children perhaps forget...
''what is our present today,
will be their present tomorrow''
''lf we are old today,
they will also grow old someday''
''The questions we ask today,
they will ask tomorrow''
As for me...
please don't worry about me
Because if l am capable of
bringing up my children...
helping them become able
and independent...
l am capable of taking
care of myself too
l feel no need to expect
anything from anyone
Because l am very fortunate
l am fortunate...
because life has given me
a companion...
walking with whom has
made my path easier
Walking with whom my hardships
were always blown away
And that companion is my wife
People often fall in love.
However...
they don't express it
as often as they should
l wouldn't want to
make a mistake like that
Pooja...
l love you very much
Very much
''Because you are, l am''
And there's everything
if we are together
''Else, there's nothing.
Nothing''
That's all l had to say
Sorry... please forgive us
''Please forgive us, dad''
''Sir, how would you react had ''Baghban''
''been your personal experience?''
''Those children,
who don't love their parents...''
who don't give them shelter...
who don't respect them...
l'd never forgive them
l'd rather punish them
l'd disown them
A mother always forgives her children
Won't you forgive us?
''Yes, as a mother l may
perhaps forgive you''
But as a wife...
l cannot forget the
tears my husband has shed
And all of you are the ones
who made them shed tears
l can't say anything about.
But l have nothing to give you today
Not even forgiveness
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