Zameer Page #3

In this vicinity...

you can't find a better horseman

than our master.

Whatever the breed,

no horse can throw me down.

What's your name?

- Badal.

What do you do?

- Nothing. I want a job.

Want a job?

Will you work in our farm?

I guess my destiny has led me

to the right place.

What did you say?

- Nothing. I'll work. Sure. Why not?

But you'll have to be loyal.

If you look for loyalty, rear dogs.

Man thinks before he leaps. Right?

How have you been?

- You're still alive?

What did you imagine?

- The way the horse ran...

I thought it'd tip you over.

- No horse can throw me down.

Tell me kid, what brings you

here again? Hungy again?

I have a stomach, I sure do

feel hunger. As for food, ne time.

Where's my guitar?

Hello.

Hello.

I don't know how to play it.

When in the right hands,

the strings stir by themselves.

I'm grateful to you

for saving my life.

And many thanks to you for giving

a new lease of life to my guitar.

Are you new around here?

One is new wherever he goes.

I mean, I've never seen you here.

I should feel sory for it...

I didn't meet you earlier.

Who are you?

To get acquainted,

d'you really need to know a person?

Well, yes... and no.

Then let me answer your "yes".

When two meet for the first time,

they are total strangers.

Then they get acquainted.

Acquaintance takes to liking.

And liking leads to friendship.

And friendship turns into love...

Your guitar.

I wonder if you'll be here tomorrow,

but I'm coming.

I'm not coming. We're going back to

the hostel. Our job here is done.

Listen... listen...

I'm coming, for sure.

When two meet for the first time,

they are total strangers.

Then they get acquainted.

Acquaintance takes to liking.

Liking leads to friendship.

And friendship...

Turns into love.

He's strange. He spoke about love

at the vey first meeting.

Second meetings are

never predictable. Life is short.

How short, one can't figure.

- Nor can one figure how long.

I speak my mind.

That's my principle.

Agreed. But holding back words

is also fun.

Hypocrites hold back words

in their hearts.

Who has seen a heart?

- I have.

Really?

Then tell me...

what do I hold in my heart?

- Shall I?

There's love for me in your heart.

Life is short. So enjoy

the few moments that life is.

Hi Rustam...

I need to tell you something, kid.

Love has happened. But what happens

if she finds out the truth?

Well, forget it.

Why wory about the future?

Come, let's go for a ride.

What's up, Badal?

- Just taking Rustam out.

Good. Is eveything all right?

- Yes.

Who's our boss? I haven't seen him.

I wish to pay him my respects.

Do that when he comes to the farm.

- Doesn't he come here?

No.

Why?

- He keeps attending to his ailing wife

So his wife is unwell?

What's wrong with her?

She's grieving for her son.

Her only son was kidnapped.

It's been twenty years,

but he's not to be traced.

It's killing the poor woman.

How is she now?

- Better.

Lady, do not think too much.

You must move out, socialise.

If you think of the past...

you'll be obviously depressed.

And that's not good for you.

I keep telling her that,

but she won't listen.

He was my son too, but I got over it.

And look at her, doctor.

Doctor, I ty my best,

but I can't forget him.

But you must forget him.

The blood pressure has subsided.

Continue with the same pills

and take enough rest.

Thakur sahib, I didn't find it right

to say it front of her.

But her heart's weakening day by day.

- Nor am I strong at heart.

Just to encourage her,

I pretend to be strong.

Honestly, I'm shattered within.

If one's offspring dies,

time teaches him to bear the loss.

But when one's son vanishes

right from under his nose...

his tolerance and his will to forget

is lost forever.

Had he been around,

he'd have been as tall as me now.

Stop it, kid, enough.

You, go that side.

Wait.

Move back eveyone.

Come here, Rustam.

Come... come...

Want to go looking for a girl?

Not for you, for me.

"Hand-in-hand, you and I..."

"and life will go on"

"Not the earth,

nor the sky...

"life is our only destination"

"Let's not look back

for what we've left behind"

"Let me enjoy the warmth

in your embrace"

"All I have to say is..."

"let's live life

in the shade of love"

"Let's tread hand-in-hand..."

"and life will go on"

"Not the earth,

nor the sky...

"life is our only destination"

"May we flow forever

with the joy"

"May the music of love

stir our heartstrings forever"

"May this caravan of love

never stop"

"May eveyday be coloured

in our lives"

"Hand-in-hand...

- You and I..."

"let's take on life"

This is why they say

love is blind, I guess.

I know nothing about you as yet.

What if I say I am a thief?

That you are, indeed.

- Shall I tell you the truth?

Tell me.

As of now, I'm gambling.

And I've made a serious move.

I don't know what the outcome

will be.

I gambled too. That's why I haven't

told you anything about myself.

Don't ever tell me.

Let's sail in the same boat.

In the deep ocean that life is...

either we drown or survive,

victoy will be ours.

Wondeul! Chameli is looking lovely.

And look at Mohini.

The babies have grown up.

Kid, you'll win the derby someday.

How's it going?

- Fine sir.

Are the horses back in the stable?

- Yes.

The supply of oats?

- Got it.

That mare's not massaged properly.

And why isn't her mane cut?

The doctor says after three days.

- That vet is an ass!

Put him back.

The syndicate has offered a million.

A million? Only?

- For Rustam.

Asses! They think I'm going

to sell Rustam.

Where's Rustam?

- Gone out. He should be coming.

Out? Who took him?

- Badal.

Badal? Who is Badal?

- New syce.

Is he your father? How could you

give my champion stallion to him?

Rustam had broken free. Were it not

for Badal, we'd have lost Rustam.

Thank God he reined Rustam in

and brought him back here.

He reined Rustam?

- Yes sir.

Look how he's dancing.

What style.

Sir, this is Badal.

And Badal, meet our boss.

Mr Maharaj Singh? Salaam.

- Bravo. Well done.

I'm glad, you could control him.

Else, save myself...

he doesn't allow anyone

to sit on him. He tips them over.

Whatever the breed,

no horse can throw me down.

In my prime, I too used those words.

I like that reply.

Here's a reward for you.

My studs are vey precious.

You're a good rider.

However, for their safekeeping,

you ought to be a good marksman too.

How's your aim, anmay?

Insolent! How dare you insult

the reward I give you?

I forgive you this time. Ne time

I'll skin you alive! You get it?

By Lord Hanuman,

that was a wrong move.

I wanted you to walk

into Maharaj Singh's heart.

Instead, you sent the old man's

temper flaring.

To each his own style.

I thought he'd flare up enough to tear

my shirt off and see the mark on me.

But it didn't work that way.

- Think of some other idea...

to show him the mark.

- Should I strip before him...

and ask him to see the mark?

Then what will you do?

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