Welcome to Sajjanpur Page #3

You are married?

Husband's name is Bansi?

Stays in Mumbai?

All right, tell me what to write.

Write that everything is fine here.

The cow has given birth.

She gives lots of milk.

You would drink it if you were here.

And?

Why don't you take me to Mumbai?

You said you would take me very soon.

Four Diwalis have passed.

You never came.

What?

Your husband has

not come for four years?

And?

This Diwali, come and take me away.

That's about it. Write all this.

That's all!

Shouldn't I write that you miss him?

How will that help?

It will only make me feel worse.

Listen, this is what I have written.

Master of my life,

owner of my heart.

I write this letter with

my blood; not ink.

Your memories keep me alive;

do not think me dead.

What do you think?

You really are a good writer.

Listen further.

Four years have passed,

you've not yet come, my beloved.

Are you having an affair

with someone in Mumbai?

No! No! Why did you write that?

Kamla, people living in

the cities deserve such letters.

Only then will they be in

your control. Take my advice

Have you completed it?

I am writing some more.

Hurry up. If I get late there

will be an uproar at home.

Why? Has your man left

you an army of children?

We don't have any children.

He went to Mumbai

soon after our wedding.

All right. Just a minute.

Now just drop it in the red postbox.

Here is your money.

- No! No!

We've met after 16 years.

Your husband hasn't returned for 4 years.

Keep it. Might come in handy.

Really, Bansi.

- Mahadev!

I am so happy to have met you.

It felt like I found

a long lost companion.

Now You go.

Am I to keep this for you?

I am so happy to meet you.

I'm so lonely in my marriage.

He left me without

a child even... I am pining...

Brothers and sisters!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Kranti Drama Group presents

The Coming Storm!

The Coming Storm!

Written by Mahadev

Kushvaha on special request.

The Coming Storm!

So my dear farmer friends,

there's good news for you.

A new factory will come to your village.

It will produce small cars.

And also a cool bazaar.

I mean a shopping mall.

We are sure you will help...

For the sake of economic progress...

...you will sacrifice your lands.

You'll be compensated.

Rs.100,000 for an acre of land.

Yes, 100,000!

- But...

What if we don't have land.

- What?

Yes, but we don't have any land.

We are share-croppers.

Then you'll get nothing.

Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!

You'll get nothing.

What? We'll get nothing.

Okay, okay we will help you.

We'll give work to one able member

of the family in the factory.

How will the others survive?

I don't understand your double talk.

The value of the lands

will grow to millions.

And you will give us just Rs.100,000?

We will not accept it.

- You have to!

We will not accept it.

Bullets were fired and

farmers lost their lives.

One more Jalianwala Bagh.

Is bloodshed necessary

for economic progress?

If your answer is 'Yes' then type 'Y'.

And if it is 'No' then type

'N' and SMS it to us on 54141.

One lucky winner will

get a wonderful car.

Be with us for the rest of the news.

See you after this break.

Greetings, Uncle.

- Greetings

Greetings, brother Gaya.

Greetings to you.

Mahadev!

- Greetings, brother Durlabh.

I've just seen your revolutionary drama.

- Really?

Amazing, Mahadev.

You've exposed the entire system.

Don't embarrass me.

You've written such

a revolutionary play.

But now you must be scared.

- Why scared?

Naxalites are being arrested.

They say some of them

are hiding in Sajjanpur.

What are you saying?

I say, you should escape

or else you'll be arrested.

Then handcuffs! Encounter!

Encounter?

But I have not written that play.

Mr. Ghosh forced me to write it.

- Absolutely wrong!

Nobody can force a tailor to

stitch or a writer to write.

OK, I have written it but

I have merely written it.

The idea was not mine,

it was Ghosh Babu's.

He hasn't even paid me to write it.

He said it was a street-play.

I beg of you, don't make

it public that I have written it.

You get publicity for

everything you do, Mahadev.

Really?

- Who are your friends?

Whose letter are you

writing and to whom?

God help me!

What made me write that play?

Oh God! Help me!

Uncle Karim!

What is it?

Do you have any mail for me?

No, there's no mail for you.

Check again.

I've checked.

There's no mail for you.

There's nothing to worry about.

He has not met with an accident.

Accident!

- Why do you worry?

If he doesn't reply in two days,

I'll write another more

forceful letter for you.

Why are you afraid?

I am with you...

Move!

- Aunt! What are you doing?

I am in grave danger.

Write me a postcard.

I'll write it.

But what happened?

What do you want me to write?

Don't mind her.

She's family... A family friend.

What do you want me to write?

Write greetings from

Pannawali to Bindya's uncle.

Wrote that?

- Yes, tell me.

The priest Raghunandan Pandit says...

...you can rid yourself

of ill-luck by going...

...around a tree or a pot.

But this girl is very ill-starred!

So marry her to a good dog...

...whose tail is half brown

and half black and also bent.

With a dog?

- Only then will her fate change.

But marriage with a dog?

I don't understand.

Neither do I. But this is the custom.

We have to follow it.

Yes.

- Right? Now write further.

Write further that

Pandit Raghunandan says...

...if you don't follow these instructions.

All your relatives can go blind.

Really? How did you find

out your daughter is ill-starred?

Aunt, don't cry.

Such is my fate...

When my daughter was born.

Two buffaloes died in the village.

Two! On the same day?

They died on that same day.

And do you know what?

My daughter was born

in the eighth month.

When she was born

my grandfather died.

And when she was eight years,

my mother died.

All right, now I understand.

Now she must be nearing eighteen.

That's why you are afraid, right aunt?

No, I am not worried for myself.

I am worried for my daughter.

Once the ill omen is got rid off.

I'll get her married to

a nice young man.

And be relieved.

For how long must I carry this burden?

- You're right.

Don't cry. Everything will be all right.

Let me wipe my nose.

The thing is, when I am sad...

...I don't shed tears.

My nose runs. A strange illness.

How many saris do

you change in a day?

I have a couple which

I change to wipe my nose.

Alright, what should I write next?

Write further that

Raghunandan Pandit says...

...it will cost 5000 rupee to get this done.

If you could help us with this then?

- Aunt, how can I help you?

Not you! Bindya's uncle!

If he could help us we can get it done.

- Alright, anything else?

No, nothing else.

Yes. - Okay, then.

What name should I write?

My name? - Then my name?

How can I write my name?

Don't joke with me.

The whole village knows my name.

Ramsakhi Pannawali.

Ramsakhi Pannawali!

- Yes.

Alright. What is the address?

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