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Kabi
Story and Dialog Tarashankar Bandyopadhyay
Lead Artists Rabin Majumder Nitish Mukhopadhyay Anubha Gupta Nilima Das
Other Roles: Tulsi Chakrabarty, Gokul Mukhopadhyay, Nripati Chattopadhyay, Haridhan, Tapen Mitra Reba, Rajlakkhi, Nivanani, Bela, Shankari, Menoka
Direction and Production: Devaki Kumar Basu
((Train whistle))[01]
Chanditala Rail Station[02]
(Pick the luggage, quick.)
Beware, folks Train is coming.
(Tea, Hot tea.)
Oh brother Driver, Why don't you start?
Hurry, kabigan will start in Chanditala. Take the signal. Start.[03]
Hey Nitai, my friend where are you, kabial?
I'm coming, Rajan.
Sir, come a bit quickly, please.
Hurry, come in hurry.
Hey Rajan.
Back in a minute, just wait, sir.
Son of a Bengali cobbler, Went to war that long ago -
- Still speaking millitary Hindi? That too 90% mistakes![04]
Hey Balia, lock the room.
All went. Now Balia, Close the room: see, lord Rama.
Hey, trader-uncle, keep my blue cloak.[05]
Pointsman-sahib, why so hurry? Failed the train?[06]
I never fail trains, my lord. I pass them.
Trader-uncle, a bhnar of hot tea.[07]
Give a pack of cigarettes, the Elephant brand.
'Ustad', a bhnar of hot tea?[08]
No, Rajan.
(Let's go, Nitai) (Yes.)
Nitai, come here.
Today kabigan battle in Chanditala. Mahadeb and Nutubehari.
You have no petty job there, Like 'dohar' or a 'kasar'?[09]
You are now an aspiring kabial, Rajan's 'sabha-kapi'?[10]
Blessed by a brahmin like you, A lame crosses mountains.[11]
Rajan.
Yes, ustad.
Go to fair, I'll follow after this job, And a brief visit to the temple.
Lord, I know the meaning of 'kapi'.
_Let me be an ape, and write_ _Rama in gold on my ribs._ [12]
Alas, alas, alas, alas, My ustad is a REAL kabial.
You idiot, not a kabi, he is a kapi.
A 'doam' by caste,[13] And a porter in this station -
He is kapi, k a p i, not a kabi. Do you get it?
I am not learned like ustad, but I feel, kapi must be your kin.
Trader-uncle, your money. We DO pay for what we take.
Salute, salute.
War long past, still in khaki: Fingers smacking of forgotten feast.
Hot tea.
Give me one -
- Oh my god!
Let's go - kabigan is starting. Where is Rajan's wife - 'rani'?[14]
Hey, Rajan's son - 'yuvaraj' - Where are you?[15]
Hey, door is closed, Swine of a son, where you are?
They all went to kabigan, In Chandi-Mother's fair.[16]
They didn't wait for me - OK!
Hey, say OK later - Your house became a fair.
All the guys in the station - Their families - all together.
And that milkmaid, she too.
Who are you talking of?
She waits by the signal post, Gives milk to your ustad Nitai.
The train maybe late, But the girl never.
My wife's sister - 'thakurjhi'?[17]
Thakurjhi and everyone else - Her husband too.
Vrindaban too! OK! Didn't bother for me! OK!
Go to hell.
(Mahadev kabial vocalizing)
Hey - all getting sold![18]
Oh my lord - six paise! - These flowers are made of gold?
'Didi', you came without telling 'Jamaidada' - he will get angry.[19]
Your jamaidada is always angry - What's new in it?
Keshta, don't devour that much.
No, take it back, shopkeeper.
My jamaidada is a good being - Whatever may you say.
For you, they are certainly good, Jamaidada, his friend Nitai - all.
Only bad is your own husband.
Vrindavan, where are you, Vrinda?
(Coming, coming.)
Calling, didi?
Purchase some garlands! She will honor all good people.[20]
You want some garlands, wife? Which one?
Hold it.
(Hey - all getting sold!)
Heck your - all getting sold! Cows will eat your 'papad'.
Kabigan will not take place today. Lotandas kabial is not coming.
What are you saying?
Take it back, please.
Bhola, don't fry any more of them.
Lotan sings for ten years in This temple, and he is absent?
He has fled from his house.
Rakhohari, come with me, Meal is getting cold and wasted.
((Disapproval - Balohari Haribol[21])) 'Silence, silence, order, order'.[22]
Mahadeb, do you know, Why Lotandas ran away?
Quite a few years now We don't get dues.
Instead of money, 'Mohanta' gives 'belpata' .[23]
It is quite full of virtue, But doesn't fill our stomach.
((Disapproval - Balohari Haribol))
Kabi-fight is taking place today, By any means.
No Lotandas, all right, Your dohar fights you today.
Fight with teacher, like Mahabharat?[24] We cannot do it, sir.
'Absolute cowards, cowards'.[25]
Who can fight with Mahadeb, will get a silver medal from me.
Beat the drums.
What is a 'madel', didi?[26]
A piece of metal, with engraved name.
Oh - be right back.
Where the hell are you going?
(Ustad, ustad)
Where is ustad?
Here or there, if not dead. Why?
Ustad must fight and take the madel. Ustad, ustad.
Oh, Mother.[27]
Kabial, I knew, you are in Mother's temple. Come.
Where?
Win against Mahadeb tonight. Babu-s promised silver madel.
Rajandada is searching you too.
Madel? But, Thakurjhi, How can I win against him?
Certainly you can.
If you can only sing like The first day I saw you -
Beside the rail-tracks, under The Krishnachura tree.[28]
You were immersed in singing. I was coming, milk on my head -
Along the rail-tracks.
_Oh the one in my soul._
_For you I built my hut,_ _Beside the road._
_Oh the one in my soul._ _For you I built my hut,_ _Beside the road._
_Oh the one in my soul._
_Rays that sparkle from you_
_Never fail to draw me here._
_Oh the one in my soul._ _For you I built my hut,_ _Beside the road._
Don't know why that day Tears welled up my eyes.
It happens every time I remember that day.
Come kabial.
Can I?
Yes, certainly.
Then give me one flower From Mother's worship.
Where will I get one?
All flowers here, with temple's Dust - they are all that.
Give me one from them.
Take it.
If I get the madel, I will garland you with it.
And I will give you this garland.
(Ustad.) Oh ustad.
Oh, alas, Siya-Ram.[29]
Glory to Mother Chandi.
Come on, ustad. The time has come.
No one appreciates you, only I And this ugly-darky thakurjhi.[30]
Today we show, you are The greatest kabial in the world.
That is MY ustad. Catch it: damn you.
_The son of the wise 'doam'_[31] _Started getting stupid_
_Leaving his caste-job_ _Came to become a kabi_
_His father was a petty thief_
Folks, his father was a thief, Stealing from houses.
_His father was a petty thief._ _And his grandpa a thug._
_His mother's father was a dacoit,_ _Died in deportation._[32]
See, how mean and abusive - See how vulgar his dance is.
Disperse, brat, disperse.
What the hell it matters - What our fathers did.
what's bad in doam caste? We are 'rajbanshi'[33].
Let the program end - Will see the rascal once.
Be careful - shut up.
Pointsman - go to your place.
Hurting them - Nitai's caste. Hurting, because, its true.
_Doam, he is a doam._ _Rajbanshi in polished words._
_Like a bat is a chiroptera,_ _And a goose is a swan._
_Doam, he is a doam._ _Rajbanshi in polished words._ _Like a bat is a chiroptera,_ _And a goose is a swan._
_Coming from such a caste,_ _You want to sing kabi?_
Boy, want to be a kabi?
_Coming from such a caste,_ _You want to sing kabi?_
_Like legendary Ratnakar_[34] _A carp in a prawn's womb._
_Prawn mustn't leave shallow,_ _mustn't dare deep waters._
_Left-over in garbage,_
He is a leftover food-plate, Made of leaves, left in garbage.
_Left-over in garbage,_ _Dreaming to reach heaven._
(_Wind blew, leaves flew,_ _Dreaming to reach heaven._)
_What a time comes,_ _Mosquito becomes Garuda._[35]
_Oh, what a time comes,_ _Mosquito becomes Garuda._
_Dreaming to reach heaven._ _Dreaming to reach heaven._
_Just killed it._
_What?_
_Mosquito._
((Laughter.))
Laughing. Monkeys without shame.
_A quick bite and a quick slap,_ _A mosquito's salvation._
_Oh my mosquito,_ _When your day will come?_
_A crow caws, or a hawk,_ _That can be suffered._
_But, a mosquito's whine?_ _That is insufferable._
_That is a mosquito._ _That is a mosquito._
What didi? Leave me alone.
Good singing - 'that is a mosquito'.
Don't laugh. It is bad to abuse that way.
Come away, Nitai, come.
No. Going away from kabi[36] Violates the Mother's temple.
Violating the caste is nothing - Remember it on your way home.
(Beware, silence.) Nitai, you sing.
Silence, silence everyone.
_Gentlemen - you all there._ _Judgment will be fair - I know._
((Appreciations))
(All getting sold! Hot papad.)
Silence.
Oh my God. Nitai has so many tricks.
Why are you laughing? Can't you listen?
_I mosquito, and you Garuda._ _Salute to you, Salute._
_But, still I say:_ _You are a servant._
_Lord Vishnu you serve,_ _But, you are a servant._
_And however small,_ _Mosquito is free._ _I am servant to nobody,_ _Sing and dance at my will._
I want affection.
Of course - love.
Do you know what I say?
Say it, kabial.
I say: _Through love,_ _Only this I learned -_
_True happiness resides in tears._ _Through love, this I learned._
_You smile, I weep,_ _And let the flute play_ _Below the 'Kadam' tree_[37]
_Through love, this I learned._
Damn, lost all senses, Put the veil on.
_I will take all the blame,_ _And you will be my king._
_I will grab defeat,_ _By garlanding your neck._
_Through love, this I learned._ _True happiness resides in tears._
((Applause))
((Books thrown on ground.))
Who threw my books? Ramayana, Mahabharat, Manasamangal?[38]
Who brought them here?
We did. You humiliated our caste. No place there - for you or your books.
Uncle, these books will Always remain here -.
I will never return to that home, From where they are purged.
No, never, ustad. No home, That is a garbage dump.
Come. From the Station-master, I'll arrange a vacant Rail quarters.
What the fear, oh traveler, Take the sack on your shoulder.
((Daybreak.))
(Daughter-in Law)
Money of milk sale should be more. Where is the remaining money?
Tell me.
Guests will hear! Last night, Didi came here from the fair.[39]
Our Rajandada's wife.
Why didn't tell me that? Should give her sweetmeats.
And milkmaid goes milk-selling, That too at half the price.
(Yawn.)
Day breaks and you start, Bowl of milk on your head?
Old Balia says it good: Train maybe late, the girl never.
Good. Jamaidada's due Gets paid on me today?[40]
What you said?
I say nothing, Jamaidada says.
What does he say?
That you nag all day long.
What I do?
Nag, nag.
What I do, Vrindaban?
Didi, don't mind what she says. You're Rajandada's Maharani.[41]
That I can't bear - Maharani! Living by rail-track, here and there! Maharani!
Say mathrani, chnachrani![42]
Ustad, just watch this palace. Feels like heaven.
Orchards of flower, A calm resort.
See, ustad, marry soon. And make a family.
(Negative Nod.)
Being in society, you won't marry? What you would?
No, Rajan. No marriage in my fortune.
What?
I have understood.
What?
Those studies have ruined you. There is NO peace in studies.
Peace, if there, is in being dumb. Glory to Siya Ram.[43]
Let marriage be damned. Nagging and nagging.
Fill stomach by the porter's job. At night, fill heart with songs.
No Rajan, no porter job any more.
What?
Come, let me read Ramayana, And you smoke the cigarette.
Then tell me whatever you want.
Come, Rajan.
No. No more petty jobs for you.[44]
_I will take all the blame,_ _And you will be my king._
_I will grab defeat,_ _By garlanding your neck._
_Through love, this I learned._ _Through love, this I learned._
Oh Mother.
Wasted time in wait. I have to Give milk to the households.
Calm down, thakurjhi. Had my new quarters today.
So I had a lot of things to do.
Burner, utensil, pots for tea - Arranged everything.
You'll make tea, have it. Today not in Rajan's place.
Didi said, your caste ousted you. Why?
I'm not in caste profession, Engage in kabi - they dislike.
Gentlemen are angry too.[45]
Irritating. Why? Are you grabbing Gentlemen's profession?
Maybe its true.
You don't get angry.
Go, fix the water for tea.
(Hot tea)
(Mohanta thakur.)[46]
Who?
Who? Going to visit relations - Why disturbing now? What?
Er, about my due ...
Money?
Yes sir, from last night's kabi ...
Rascal, son-of-a-doam, you're Lucky enough to be allowed in kabi.
And money too? Mother Goddess Will now issue you handnote?
(Tea, hot tea.)
(Porter, porter.)
Getting none to carry.
Oh, Nitai here - take it.
Forgive me sir. I'm unable to do it.
'Forgive me'!
Yes sir. I'm no more a porter.
Kapi - he is a kapi. Does a kapi carry luggage?
Mahadev was right - _Son of wise doam_ _Started getting stupid_
Oh, the train is about to leave.
Nitai, what Mahadevda said? _Left-over in garbage,_ _Dreaming to reach heaven._
Ohh - and you replied? _Abracadabra doodle-dup_ _Mahadev shut up._
(Tea, hot tea.)
Give me, give me, one cup.
(Train passing.)
Who the burnt-face said that?
No thakurjhi - don't abuse.
That chatterbox idler that Lounges in trader-uncle's shop.
Why the hell would say that?
He is brahmin, high in caste, My caste is low - let him say.
Brahmin, so what? Can he create songs? Infuriates me!
No, no, thakurjhi. _Envy, hate, violence_ _Never can be good_
Oh Mother. Iolence? What is 'iolence'?
'Violence' is ... 'anger', 'anger'. It starts with a 'v', not 'i'.
How you learned all these? Last night, how you performed, Before so many people! My God.
(Remembers that having food or Drink before men is impolite, and Goes outside Nitai's vision.)
(Thakurjhi, can I ask you something?)
Ask.
Why do you day after day Give me milk for free?
My will.
Your will?
Yes, my will. So what?
I was thinking: If I became a kabial, Why I came from a low caste?
And if born in a low caste, Why I became a kabial?
And ...
And what?
No, leave it.
Irrelevant.
No, you have to say it.
No.
Well.
Going home. If late, they will rebuke.
Please, tell me.
You and me - we were both born. But, why born to different castes?
(Ustad. Ustad.)
Where ... station ... Oh - ugly-darky has come!
No, Rajan. You should not Use such words, again and again.
Why not, kabial? Can't call an ugly-darky as one?
((Train Whistle.))
Thakurjhi passed like a mail train.
Just see - how she is running!
(Bhojpuri folk song.)[47] _She went to bring water._
1, 2, 3 ... _From the cemented well_ 5, 6, 7,8, 9,10.
_From the cemented well._ _All my friends left me, o lover._ _Lift my pot and put the lid._ _Now go back happily, o lover._
Some tea?
True? Nitai said this?
Yes.
His lordship will not carry luggage Any more?
No.
Then what lordship will eat? Kabigan as meal?
Sir, can you please listen? Please, listen.
Where does Mr. Nitai live? Nitai doam? Do you know?
Yes, I do. But, carry your luggage. Mr. Nitai will not work as a porter.
He must not.
Why?
Mahadev invites Mr. Nitai to kabi, Six rupees a day for three days.
Don't die from cough.
What you said?
Er ... three times six is Eighteen - that is the figure.
Tell these people, How much that is.
You take tea?
No.
Liquor?
Let's go then.
Rajan-bhaiya.[48] I too.
OK.
Thakurjhi.
Thakurjhi. Come a moment.
No. Getting late. Tell me from there.
No, please come. I'm swearing on me.[49]
If I break your swear?
That will give me pain.
OK, now tell it.
Are you angry?
Dark I am, I'm happy with it.
But, I love dark.
_If dark is that bad,_ _Why weep when hair turns gray?_
Then what, kabial?
Nothing else is coming to my mind.
Just let me see. Please, hold It is krishnachura in your coiffure?
Thkurjhi, I got it.
_Ever beheld red flowers,_ _Adorning dark hair?_ _If dark is that bad,_ _Why weep when hair turns gray?_
(Wild Applause.)
Who is that?
Ustad, bring sweets. Your contract has come.
Rajan, you are drunk.
Of course, we all boozed. Speak it out, man.
Mahadev kabial invites you, To fight against him, in Katwa.[50]
Me? My contract?
Yes, Ustad, three days, six rupees Per day - three into six -
Fifty six.
((Train coming.))
By Jove, train coming. Mr. Nitai, Come please, I am staggering.
Rajan, at last I became your Savakabi.
I am so exalted. If you were a Woman, I would kiss you.
Please come quickly. We'll fail the train.
Come ustad, come, come.
Thakurjhi, I'm leaving.
Come, kabial.[51]
Durga, Durga.[52]
((Train Whistle.))
_If dark is that bad,_ _Why weep when hair turns gray?_ _Ever beheld red flowers,_ _Adorning dark hair?_
_If dark is that bad,_ What then ... can you recall?
Yes.
Then, sing.
_If dark is that bad,_ _Why weep when hair turns gray?_
Bravo, my boy. We'll give a surprise to ustad.
He's returning in three days. Let's prepare this song.
We'll practice day and night, These three days.
_If dark is that bad,_ _Why weep when hair turns gray?_
Baba, you are saying 'why' wrongly.
Sorry, start it again.
_If dark is that bad,_ _Why weep when hair turns gray?_
_Ever beheld red flowers,_ _Adorning dark hair?_
The new pot, again?
See, this one got broken.
Got to break. Running three days Non-stop, no mercy for others.
Hey - you - (Pot breaks.)
Broke my rice pot!
Misfortune of my forehead. I must break, break my forehead.
Break forehead with this. Take.
(Train signal rings.) Train. Ustad is back. I must go.
I am going too.
Go to Yama's place.[53]
What?
Told to trains. Bridges fall, Trains go to death. Told that. Train, go to Yama's house.
((Train whistle.))
Take some water to the train-guard.
(Ustad, ustad.)
Don't shout.
Ustad has come.
Oh God. Legs in shoes, Shawl on shoulder -
Shiropa.[54]
Shiropa!
They liked my song - honored me.
Oh my friend! My kabial! Bravo. Now let's go.
Where?
Let's go alright - let's go.
((Train starting.))
(Coughing.)
Angry, thakurjhi?
I kept waiting by the station. And you went with them.
_Envy, hate, violence_ _Never can be good_
Sit down. Need some tea.
No, keep it. Looking so nice. Just like a kabial.
Gentlemen gave this shiropa.[55]
They gave no madel?
That will happen the next year.
The shawl is fine. You sang very well. No?
Sang that song too - _If dark is that bad,_
No. What kind of a guy you are? Why you sang that in public?
Thakurjhi.
What?
A cup for you from the fair. Have your tea in it.
Will have it tomorrow. Too late today.
Wait.
Why?
Please.
Waiting already.
Close your eyes.
Why?
Please, close them.
OK.
You are cheating.
Close them tight.
Hand here.
Don't move.
Now. Open your eyes.
You gave me a necklace? Gold?
No. Chemical. I am not rich.
No. No. Gold. It is gold.
(Ustad, ustad.)
Ustad, see, what a ustadin.[56]
Please get tea. I'm dying.
See, this is my ustad.
And this is your ustad? My god. Who is that? Ustad's wife?
Oh god, that is our thakurjhi. Take a seat there.
Hang your take a seat. I must lie down - this headache. Oh.
Everything OK. Ustad, quickly Make some tea. I am coming.
Rajan. Who is she?
A great jhumur performer.[57]
They were going by train. Fixed A program tomorrow in station.
I praised a lot about you. Save my prestige.
Why at my place, Rajan?
She abhorred trader-uncle's tea. I said, ustad makes excellent tea.
Others are coming. Other dancers, Manager, musicians, guard, all. Make tea quick. I'm coming.
Oh ustad, where are you?
Hell to all show-off. As if Lying in temple's dharna.[58]
Kabial, drive her off, As soon as you. I'm leaving.
Trying.
(Where?) Where are you, pointsman?
Basan, lying on floor, with a fever - want to die?
Masi, you've come? Give me Some paan and tobacco.[59]
Naran has gone to buy. Come, all, let us now rest here.
Oh god - trouble and trouble.
All rest and relax. Take your seats.
Basan, get up, you're in fever For two days - it may get fatal.
Damn death. Who'll suffer if we die?
Spread something for you? A mat?
Fell in love with me? Just see folks!
Everything arranged. Snacks and sweet, bhnar for tea.
Cigarette, paan, and water - Bringing in a moment.
No, no - food not in his hand. Give it to me.[60]
Coming just in a moment.
Naran didn't return?
Must be scratching his own itch. Oh heck ustad, where is your tea?
Yes - just now - in a moment.
((Train moving.))
So late? Mixed something in tea?
Beware - bashikaran is mixed.[61]
Hari hari. Bashikaran! Why, your passion doesn't work?
_What else, when love fails,_ _Chandra's hue graces Shyam_[62]
Son, you created it here and now?
I am a kabial.
Bravo, son. And then?
_Brinda, bring bashikaran-vine,_ _I'll lace Shyam in its twine._
Ustad, you burn like slow charcoal. Smacks the hand if touched.
But, baby, you lost the fight With him. So you're angry now.
Mashi, another bhnar of tea?
Let's go - mashi and you all.
Son, we're staying in rail-station. Come, no jhumur tonight, we'll chat.
I'm going.
(Basan, hey Basan.)
Naran, where you were?
Where other than boozing?
Come, meet my buddies.
Basan can't go. She has fever. Where from came the buddies?
Cheating fever? Come with me.
Leave me alone.
OK.
Let's all go. Come Basan.
Oh Mother.
You won't go home?
Why not? Who were they?
Jhumur group.
Seemed like that too.
Why the hell to your place?
For tea.
Not in my cup?
No.
What's in your mind?
Pondering on shimul flower.[63] And the moon.
Shimul flower?
Yes, that girl. Basan.
And the moon?
Well, no song on no shimul flower.
What are you seeing in my face?
_Who fears blame_ _While seeing the moon._ _Let me see and see._ _Let vision die and desire too._
New song, kabial? And then?
Then? No more.
(No, put the drape here.)
(OK, brother.) (You go on.)
((Rail-trolley coming in.))
Salute, sir.
What's going on?
Jhumur program on the platform Tomorrow. We have orders, sir.
Why you're covering the store?
For the women dancers, to do Some frugal cooking behind it.
Oh. Start.
Fix them, fix them.
What you're peeping in vegetables?
((Rise and yawn.))
Naran, don't go on dozing. Go, take a drip in the pond.
Basan, hey Basan.
Why Basan - to break hangover?
I've money. I don't need Basan. But, why she slapped me?
Why? Was it the first time?
No more mashi, in this group.
Hey Naran!
Come in, son. Don't mind. He is a monkey.
No, I didn't mind.
He'll never mind, mashi. Ustad has fallen in my love.
You went bathing in evening? In your fever?
This is Chandra's love-fever, no? So washed it away.
Let me change to dry ones. Who'll nurse me if I fall ill?
Yes, bathing at such late hour - Someday you'll die.
Just dump the corpse.
Damn.
Oh my son, come and sit.
Your voice is beautiful. How nice was Chandra's rhyme!
Sit here, sit.
Mashi. Bring ustad into our group. Naran is now too much.
Yes. We all are in the same job, Why don't you join us?
No, mashi. I'll better remain a Kabial, than in jhumur.
Oh, do you have a wife?
No, I have no one.
Oh god. Come Basan, listen. See, do you like our ustad?
Ugh, too dark. See, Kalomanik is sacrilege, better is Koilamanik.[64]
You don't have a family, can you Do a job - buy some fish for me?
I can't have meal without fish, At least once a day.
Money?
Just don't touch.
Why, I'm below your caste?
No. Your florid palm may get Dirty by coal.
Gather from ground. And don't miss my pious dust.
(Basan, Basan. Come with me.) Friends came - sing for them.
No. If they want, send them To Yama's place to listen songs.[65]
Who?
Where you got - who gave this? Tell me.
Won't say.
How can you, shameless! Stealing Milk money for six months!
Vrindaban. I will sell this and recover money.
No, give it back.
Well.
No, no. Don't go. The necklace is mine. Mine only.
Can't take it any more. Mother is Policing, and wife is a thief.
What? Thakurjhi is a thief? Impossible.
Vrindaban, you are dumb. No, more Than that - you are a monkey.
Monkey? She stole milk money, Got a necklace - Ma caught her.
Oh god! You are all blind. Blind with eyes!
What? I'm blind?
Not you - I was telling Vrindaban.
I'm blind? I'll prove my sight - Will beat her straight.
Vrindaban, take care.
Why? She'll steal, buy necklace, And I go on placating mother?
Didi, you please convince her To behave, not to cause my fury.
You ARE dumb.
You listened?
What? What?
Bursting like bomb!
Why telling you - Nitai should Know, how that girl will suffer.
Hey, hey, go.
Don't pour milk. I don't need it any more.
No milk?
No.
What have I done?
I can't afford.
You don't have to pay, kabial.
No.
Won't take, kabial?
Told you - no!
What bruise on your forehead?
Fortune line.[66]
Wife, wife, hey wife.
Tonight is Jhumur, and the whole Day too she remained there?
Mother, give me some murhi.[67]
Couldn't spoil the milk on a Thursday - violating Lakshmi![68]
Oh, how sultry - skin seems to Burn. Let me sit a bit.
You shouldn't sit here this way. People may consider it bad.
Your didi's place is near. Resting in A bachelor's room does look real bad.
And - I already told you - Won't take milk from you any more.
Listen.
The next time you come this way, Return me the necklace.
It is always with me.
Take it away from me, kabial, The day I die.
(Bravo, Bravo.) (Excellent.)
One more dance.
No, Mr., two more.
No, she is ill, in fever. See - she is panting.
Better a song now. Later she will Dance. Sing, Naran. Music -
No mashi, I won't be able. I have throat problems.
Naran, don't be mischievous. Start music.
(Naran vocalizing.)
He's doing it on purpose.
Hey, Naran.
Damn, sit.
Hey, lie down.
Better return in a sari.[69]
I can't sing - my - ((About to cough.))
Save us, son. Basan can't. If others Dance, they will throw us on rail.
Please sing one song.
I don't know jhumur songs.
Why, you are a kabial, create one, Recharge yourself by seeing me.
OK, I'm singing. But don't react.
Now get up - I'm dancing too.
Come on, ustad.
Folks, she told to create a song, On her. OK, don't blame later.
Play music.
_Purple color shimul flower_ _Does only have a show._ _Come and see the show._
_Just a purple show,_ _Not a drop of honey,_ _And thorns abound._
_O bee of mind,_ _Something else do find._
Bravo, ustad, bravo.
Bravo, Nitai.
Mashi, stop program. I won't dance.
Please, don't go.
Let me go.
I pray.
No.
Go after a dance.
I won't. He abused me.
Well.