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that a love marriage...

...will take place in this

village for the first time.

A widow is going to re-marry.

Cast your vote on the whip!

Long live Jamnabai!

Vote for Jamnabai!

Listen, you all; children,

elderly and youth.

Slaves to the command.

Your days of sorrow will end.

And Munnibai will win!

Men have ruled.

Women have ruled.

Both have ruled a lot.

Now it's Munni's turn.

Temple has ruled.

Mosque has ruled.

Church has ruled a lot.

Now it's Munni's turn.

Bureaucrats have ruled.

Generals have ruled.

Ministers have ruled a lot.

Now it's Munni's turn.

Sunday has ruled.

Monday has ruled.

The stick has ruled a lot.

Now it's Munni's turn.

Three has ruled.

Five has ruled

Numbers have ruled a lot.

Now it's Munni's turn.

Here comes Munnibai.

Cast your vote on the drum.

Elect only Munnibai.

Stop it!

Rascals! Go away, scoot.

Or I'll castrate all of you.

When the drums resound.

Munni Bai will be elected.

- Munnibai will win.

- Uncle, go and deal with them.

What are you waiting for, go!

Once Munnibai wins.

Munnibai will win.

Munnibai, give up the elections

or else I will bust your drums...

What drums? I hear you haven't even...

...succeeded in tearing

sister-in-law's hymen.

Shut up! Just kick their ass...

Want to run for elections?

Scoundrel! I'll make mince

meat of all of you.

I'm not stupid.

I understand democracy.

Come on, accept a ceasefire.

- Come on!

To hell with democracy!

- Let's go queens!

Girls!

- Yes!

Let's show them

the gates of heaven!

Come on, Uncle!

Come on!

Who will you vote for?

Munnibai.

- What?

You vote for her too.

Voting for that murderess Jamunabai

will only weaken the vote...

...murder of democracy.

But don't tell anyone.

Romeo says today

I'll get some good news.

My heart is singing

and love is in the air.

I wonder why I am feeling so elated.

I am being swept off my feet.

I see my dream lover

come to me and whisper...

Mahadev!

Kamla, come in.

He has sent a reply.

- Really?

Come sit. Come.

Listen, he writes.

Kamla, I got your letter.

Are you out of your mind?

How could you write like this?

I'm a contract labourer.

I work sporadically.

I can't come over or call you over.

There's no place to live in Mumbai.

I'll earn some money, buy a room

and then I can plan something.

You should wait for

14 years if you have to.

I don't need to say more,

Look after mother

...and feed Puthru personally.

Your Bansi doesn't sound right.

My spell to bring him in

control has gone waste.

There is nothing wrong in

what he has written.

If he returns empty handed,

he will face humiliation.

And if he calls me there,

it will only add to his problems.

He hasn't seen you for 4 years and you...

Lord Ram too had not seen

Mother Sita for years.

Sita was a goddess.

We don't have her strength.

Write to him that

he should live there happily.

He can come when he has the money.

All that's fine Kamla.

- And write...

...that I'm not in a hurry

to come to Mumbai.

He should live in peace.

If my letters trouble him

then I'll stop writing them.

What? - And he can

write when he wishes to.

Alright.

Respected husband, live in peace.

I'm in no hurry.

Come when you can.

When you have money

and when you feel like...

And forget about calling me to Mumbai.

I don't wish to come.

And from now on I will not

send you any letters.

It was a mistake that I wrote to you.

Write only if you wish to.

It must've been an inauspicious

moment when I married you.

Unfortunate Kamla.

- Got it!

Mahadev!

- Yes.

Read it out to me.

I have written what you've told me to.

Here. Drop it in the red postbox

and pray to Goddess Sharada.

Why don't you add that...

Husband's day will be coming soon.

When the moon is sighted

please accept my greetings.

Yes. And should I also write about Diwali,

Navratri and Raksha Bandhan.

You should've told me all this before.

There's no space on the card.

Anyway, if he doesn't care

about his wife, why would...

...he care about Husband's Day?

Mahadev, you care a lot for women.

The woman who marries

you will be very fortunate.

The Queen of Kashi,

Tilotama, was pregnant.

And King Dhananjay lay

wounded on the battlefield.

What can the queen do?

Where should she go?

The hunch-backed maid

pleaded with the queen...

...to fast on Husband's Day.

The queen agreed and

the fasting began.

The child in her womb

was hungry and restless.

And kicked in the womb.

But the queen did not eat

or drink a drop of water.

It became dark.

The moon rose.

She prayed and performed rites

and donated to charity generously.

Then.

The king recovered from his wounds

and cut off the enemy's head.

Thus he regained his kingdom

Like their destiny

changed so can our fate.

Will you throw only rice

grains or some currency as well?

Give me some money!

Only 10 rupees! That's all?

Give me some Rs.100 notes.

Earn some merit...

Look! Look! The moon is visible.

Come women, let's get decked up.

Today is the festival of Karva Chauth.

The memories of my husband are here.

My very busy,

stone-hearted, Bansiram.

Let the Holi festival come.

I'll play with colours.

If someone says your

husband is away in the city...

...l'll tell them, I don't have

a husband. I am still single.

Do you understand? I was yours

and I am now someone else's.

Kamla.

Hey! Did you hear anything?

Get down, Uncle.

Hold this.

Write a letter to

the Collector immediately.

Again?

- Don't interrupt!

Write that we don't want

a eunuch as the village head.

When we say no we mean no!

It is a question of honour.

...Munni Mukhanni's candidature...

...should be rejected immediately.

If he becomes the village head,

he will dance himself...

...and make the villagers dance...

...and you too Mr. Collector,

will have to dance.

Lord Ram had stated that...

...eunuchs will rule in the Kalyug era.

Wasn't me, Lord Ram said it.

Maybe in the Kalyug era

but not in Ram Singh's era.

And don't recite the Ramayan to me.

Or else I'll pound your head

with my shoe till it turns...

...bald just like Sukhidas.

Okay.

- Write!

Hey Aayaram, Gayaram! What's your name?

- Aayaram. - Come here.

How much do I owe you?

- Not much.

Just tell me, how much?

- Forget it!

Tell me. - Answer him, he is asking!

370 rupees, brother.

- 370 rupees? Very good!

Read out what you've written.

Yes, brother.

- Read it.

Hey collector! We don't need

a eunuch as the village head.

No means...

- No!

If he becomes the village

head then everyone...

...in the village will be made to dance

All the men would then have to...

- work under him.

And the village will be struck by an...

- Earthquake!

And...

- Drought

And...

- Destruction!

Write less but mean much more.

Ram Singh.

Former Village Head.

Wonderful! Great!

You are a fantastic writer.

You look like a joker but

you write really well.

Where's your ink?

- What wrong have I done?

Let me put my thumb impression.

Where do I put it?

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