Huzoor… give us this boy.
If you dare say that again… I'll chop your tongue of too.
Qutubuddin Sahab…
And for me?
Imaad!
Aapa?
Rehana Aapa?
Satto!!
Satto! Phatto!
Where have they disappeared?
What's wrong, Mallika?
Where is Imaad?
He should be in Rehana Huzoor's room.
No, there is nobody in Rehana Aapa's room!
But she had him with her! Maybe she gave him to that ma…
Shush…shush…shush…We don't know anything, you'd better ask Rehana Huzoor!
What are both of you hiding from me? Why don't you tell me? Satto!
Rehana Aapa? Where is Imaad?
Mallika, would you look at this fortune we sisters have amassed?
The nawabs showered you with so much wealth
at your performance tonight that I feel like
we could buy the entire city of Lahore!
You haven't taken your ghungroo's off yet? You must be tired, my child, go on,
go to bed.
-Where is Imaad? -He is exactly where he belongs! He's
with a nawab with no heir, who'll raise him well and he's paid us a handsomely.
Look… The light of your life who you held so close,
will now glitter and glow around my neck.
You had absolutely no right to sell Imaad, Aapa!!
What else should I have done then?
Brought up a whoremonger? Let him become an opium addict?
Or turned him into a eunuch?
Do you have no fear of God, Aapa?
Not Aapa… Huzoor!
This is the Shahi Mahal, Mallika and the only God here is me.
You have taken my child away from me, Huzoor.
One day Mallika will take everything from you.
Every single thing
I'll take everything
Everything…
Huzoor would you like me to hide Zulfikar sahab's initials
in your henna?
Let's see… if he has any luck finding it in the evening.
Huzoor…Tasleem Huzoor
What happened? Why have you come rushing in here?
Its Ustaad ji, he's brought an English men along with him who's here to meet huzoor.
Tell them they'll have to wait. Huzoor's henna will take some time to dry.
Phatto Bi, he has a strange contraption with him.
Allah Kasam! Once you lay your eyes on it - you'll wont even believe it.
Phatto, bring me my dupatta….
Huzoor, how will you walk? The henna hasn't dried yet.
Phatto! My dupatta!
This is how these courtesans are, Gunther Sahab.
God knows how many nawabs have ruined their
lives, just waiting for them to show up.
And Mallikajaan is the worst of them all! She doesn't care about anyone! Bloody
-Witch…-! -Ustadji!
-Uh… ji? Ji? -Huzoor is here. Are you ready?
Yes.
My…How beautiful you look!
Today you could get away with a hundred murders.
Shall we get to the point? I believe you're here to show me something? Go on.
He is the one with something to show. Gunther Sahab?
Adab aarz, Mallikajaan.
Adavarrrz…
This is a gramophone.
And this… is a record.
This will sing a song for you.
Oh my…!
Satto!!
Silly woman!
Alright Ustaad ji, who is this torn deaf creature?
This is the great Saeeda Bai from Agra!
Now why would a woman from Lahore waste her time listening to a woman from Agra?
He wants to make a record of Bibbojaan singing, just like he has with Saeeda Bai.
Now If you agree,
then Bibbojaan's voice will be heard echoing not merely in Lahore but in
every household.
Gutter Sahab…
Gutter?
Hmm…
We have no desire to be famous in every household. Hmm?
We are like the moon.
You may admire us from a far but don't expect
the moon to come down from the sky.
We tawaif's we are the queens of Lahore.
Every nawab and king in the land comes to our door.
If anyone wants to hear us sing… This is where they come.
Alright, Bibi. Then… I'll bring him along for Bibbojaan's performance this evening.
Our mehfils' are attended by connoisseurs of music, not by music merchants.
Shabba khair.
-Bibi, I just… I didn't mean… -Ameena.
Oh, my love, get away
You're so unrelenting
Oh, my love, get away
You're so unrelenting
The night fades away
The dawn is breaking
Now please let me go home
Oh, my love, now let me go home
Oh, my love, get away
You're so unrelenting
Oh, my love, get away
You're so unrelenting
Arey, arey bhai allow me to finish peeing, uh… Piss atleast! Feels good…
Come on!
I think, uh… we may have overdone it tonight, Mallika.
-I am here Zulfikar Sahab. -Ofcourse I know where you are.
Because where you are… is where I am. !
You've had one too many if you ask me.
After all you've been awarded the title of Khan Bahadur. A celebration was
-in order. -Yeah well, come… have a
drink from me too. Come on…
These Britishers seek to buy my loyalty in exchange for this title.
And was Huzoor's loyalty up for sale to the British?
What choice did I have, Mallika?
But you wait and see the day the British leave our land once and for all will be
the day we start fighting amongst ourselves,
ahhh gently Mallika! Gently!
The British have already succeeded in pitting us against each other.
Just like you've always done.
Between the nawabs and their neglected wives Divide and ru…rule!!!
Mallika! Mallika! Mallika!
Mother-in-law, sister-in-law and friends all vexed
Will demand to know where I spent the night
Mother-in-law, sister-in-law and friends all vexed
Will demand to know where I spent the night
I would die of shame and disgrace, oh oh…
Oh, my love, get away
You're so unrelenting
Oh, my love, get away
You're so unrelenting
The night fades away… The dawn breaks
Now please let me go home
Oh, my love, now let me go home
My love…
Iqbal…
Ji
Make sure Zulfikar sahab reaches home safely
Sure
How was Bibbo's mujra?
Wonderful! Wali Sahab was very generous.
Hmm…
Has Wali Sahab left?
No, Huzoor. He's staying here tonight. With Bibbo.
Very good.
Here are Bibbo's earnings from tonight.
Is that all?
Yes, that's all, Aapa. Wali Sahab's generosity seems to be waning.
But your insolence seems to be growing.
Allah Kasam, Aapa. I gave you everything
She is lying, Huzoor! She hid some last time as well!
Search her thoroughly.
You would rather believe them than your own sister?
Fine, go ahead.
Huzoor, should I do it or Satto?
Ji Huzoor! Shsh…Move, move!
Huzoor… there's nothing under her kurta.
And below that?
Huzoor… there's no room to fit a candle down there! How will she fit a pouch?
Huzoor.
Take a look.
Huzoor, There is nothing under there either. Waheedan Bi was telling the truth.
This is all your fault. She's got nothing on her.
Wah, Aapa, Wah! Only my patrons have ever disrobed me before. But today my own
-sister has stripped me of my clothes. -She must have hidden it away!
I'm not a thief, you are appa! You strip everyone of their happiness!
And that is the greatest theft of all!
I'm not a thief, I'm not th-!
… I am not a thief.
Saima! Stop everything you're doing, puttar!
Take this jewellery and go and get Alam dressed!
Huzoor wants to see her right now, she's waiting!
I'm afraid Huzoor will have to wait. Our princess will take another half an hour to
-get out of bed. -Stupid girl! If Huzoor loses
her temper then God help us!
Come on, hurry up! Go get Alam dressed, go!
You know, Satto… I feel very sorry for poor Alam.
She writes so beautifully, hain. She wants to be a poetess!
And her mother! She's determined to make her a tawaif!
You know what I think?
I think Mother and daughter are going to kill each other over this!
Well, you also used to think
that you would be the most sought after tawaaif in Heeramandi.
Are you?
Look at me just once
Let me be besotted with you
Look at me just once
I long to burn
Let me be a moth to your flame
Look at me just once
Alamzeb, your poem is truly beautiful.
But leave your poetry aside for now and get dressed quickly.
Huzoor is waiting for you. If you are late, it will be my neck…
This girl is mad.
I'd drink so much I couldn't stir
Nor get up and go away
Let me lie in your gaze
Like it's my liquor den
Look at me just once
Saima!
Don't laugh, Alam! Huzoor is going to skin me alive for this!
It's just a broken necklace, don't worry
You don't understand
I understand. Don't be scared, I will take care of Huzoor.
But what will we tell her?
Er… the truth… what else?
Who did this?
-I did -I did
Hmm.
It was… my fault.
It's not the necklace, it's my heart you've broken.
Phatto!
Huzoor?
Count how many pearls there are.
I have all hundred of them here.
There were a 101 pearls, I remember clearly.
-Ammi, perhaps… one… -Not Ammi, Huzoor.
Huzoor, perhaps one… of the pearls fell into the hamam.
Then go… and find it
But Huzoor… it is impossible to find a pearl in the water.
In that case… these are worthless to me.
I don't care how but I want that pearl back.
Otherwise, I will have to recover it's value by selling off Saima.
Ammijaan…
Hmm.
Uh… may I come in?
Are you here to apologise?
No
to return the pearl.
Shaabash!
Now this is a lesson you will never forget for the rest of your life.
You must learn to value every little thing.
So you won't sell Saima now, will you?
My little girl has grown up…
I think it's time for your initiation ceremony.
No…
No, Ammi, I won't be auctioned off like cattle.
I said the very same thing… to my Ammijaan
No one paid any heat to me either
Our destiny dictates… that we become tawaif's.
Then I will fight to change my destiny. I will not become a tawaif.
On the first day of spring… I'll announce your initiation ceremony. Hmm?
Go on, my child.
Go on.
Ripened to fullness, blossoming
The mustard fields are in bloom
Mango buds burst forth, flowering tresses of hair
The beauty bedecks herself, the garden-girls
Bring bouquets of varied blooms, ripened to fullness
The mustard fields are in bloom
A kaleidoscope of flowers arrived
In hands carrying colorful bouquets
To the doorstep of Nizamuddin
Oh, my lover had promised that he would come
And the years have worn away
Ripened to fullness, the mustard fields are in bloom
The mustard fields are in bloom
You returned at just the right time Lajjo appa.
Ahh, how could I not? First, the spring festival…
and then the news of her initiation.
And look at her… Looking wilted when she should be blooming.
Smile a little! Brighten up! All of Lahore is waiting for your first mujra.
They can keep waiting. I'm not going to do the mujra.
I'm not something to be put on display.
Oh-ho, the attitude.
If not a tawaaif, what will you be, my love?
I will be a poetess, Lajjo Aapa.
You'll what?
Be a poetess.
A woman's dreams are worst enemy Alamzeb.
She can dream all she wants, but they never come true.
You're so right, Aapa.
We sit here fluttering our wings in our gilded cages…
And yet dream of being free one day.
Zorawar Sahab is your dream, isn't he?
Shoo!
Zorawar is not my dream, he is my reality.
Alright, one day, Lajjo Aapa, I'm going to turn my dreams into a reality too.
Where you off to?
I'm leaving.
Oh sure leave. Mirza Ghalib must be waiting for you!
You may run out of this room, but where will you run away from your destiny!
Drum some sense into her, Bibbojaan. You couldn't escape neither could I.
I was barely six,
when my witch of an aunt sold me off and left me in this hell-hole.
I couldn't escape. I've been trapped in this cage ever since.
But… Now I think I could be free very soon.
How? Is Zorawar Sahab going to marry you?
Yes.
But don't tell anyone. Huh?
I'm very happy.
You are happy then why are you drinking?
Out of happiness.
Enough about Lajjo… Let us pray for Alamzeb now.
May she find a young, handsome, enchanting, rich…
romantic nawab, who loves her deeply.
Amen!
Summa Ameen
Tajdar!
Sit down, Nafisa Bi. He's coming this way.
Dadijaan.
Tajdar…
All my friends here have been eagerly waiting to meet you.
Good evening. Good evening. Good evening, ladies.
Tell me the truth, ladies. Have you ever seen anyone so handsome?
No never.
What? You're feeling embarrassed to receive
compliments from your own grandmother? Huh?
Well, I have every right… to praise you to the skies…
and sit you on my lap like a little child…
Come here… sit down.
Come and sit on my lap, don't be embarassed.
You are embarassing me, Qudsia.
He's returned from England, a complete Englishman.
Now I'll have to teach him our Hindustani customs and traditions all over again.
So then, teach me. Hmm? I'm right here, on your lap.
No, I can't teach you those things. For that you'll have to go to Heeramandi.
Why?
Qudsia! Are you alright?
All they do is teach you debauchery.
What nonsense!
Debauchery?
It's a custom, all the nawabs go there. Am I right?
At Heeramandi, they teach you etiquette, they teach you refinement, how
to be a gentleman, and… they teach you how to love.
-Hmm… -Love?
Love cannot be taught…
Hmm.
I promise.
The day Tajdar Baloch falls in love…
Is the day Lahore will learn the true meaning of love.
-That's so well said! I'm impressed… -Tajdar!
Come. Ashfaq uncle wants to see you.
Go on, go and meet your father.
All right.
Thank you, ladies.
I'll take your leave. Have fun.
When God gives a man such beauty, then he shouldn't give women modesty.
You've only just returned from England and they're already trying to send you
to Heeramandi.
Precisely! Honestly Balraj,
what kind of custom is this, sending us to Heeramandi?
Where a woman's honor is sold to the highest bidder.
I will never set foot there. I hate that place!
Hmm.
Hayee!
Taj.
He was studying law in london for 6 years, he has just come back
Not London, Abbu. Oxford.
Same thing.
So beta, what do you intend to do now.
Sir, I'll be working for the Walia & Associates law firm in Bombay.
I'll work there for some time and then
Let me remind you that you are the sole heir to my estates and my hotel business.
Who will take care of all this? Nawabs don't serve anyone.
And yet all the nawabs in India are service of the British.
He's already started talking like a lawyer.
But son this is the case you've already lost.
The only reason us nawabs can live this luxurious life are the British.
If they leave, who will run this country? Those rebels?
Mark my words…
This country will always belong to the British.
A country doesn't belong to it's rulers but its people.
Does that mean you're against the British?
Against oppression.
My god, Begum Sahiba! The sight of Tajdar made my heart skip a beat!
Mallikajaan has announced her youngest daughter's
initiation ceremony. If you like, I could recommend your grandson. Hmm?
Yes, I think that's a good idea. Whether he goes there
or not is up to Tajdar.
But Begum Sahiba, I--
Do one thing for me.
-Ji. -Next week we're holding a poetry recital.
Extend an invitation to Mallikajaan on my behalf.
If everything works out well… then next year,
I'll hold my own initiation ceremony!
I'm a girl as white and pure as the moon, my Lord, why did you get a mistress?
Phatto Bi! Phatto Bi!
What is it, Saima? What happened?
The Englishman's been waiting a while! What do we do with him?
What can we do? Can't you see? She's busy dancing, dead drunk.
He's no ordinary Englishman, he's a police officer.
So what? We didn't ask him to come.
You don't understand, Aapa. Waheeda Bi is filling his ears with poison!
Let her!
-You go! -Who is here?
-Huzoor, a British officer is here -Huzoor, a British officer is here
Send him in!
But, uh, Huzoor! He's a Britisher! How can we call him inside!
Well, he is an officer! We have to give him some respect!
Bring him in!
Go. Get him.
Ji.
Go!
Ji.
Well, now what can I say, Cartwright Sahab? Mallikajaan is envious of me…
-of my voice, of my beauty, of my -I'm sorry…
how much longer must I wait?
It's your first time here, So perhaps you don't know…
Mallikajaan will first waste your time…and then you
But I…
I would never do that to you.
So tell me, Sahab, what type of song would you
like Waheedajaan to sing for you?
-Ghazal, Thumri… or-- -No, thank you.
If listening is not your pleasure, then…
Surely watching is.
Officer Sahab… Huzoor has called you inside.
Cartwright!
Stop that.
Huzoor, Officer Sahab.
Huzoor is lost in thought at the moment. She can't speak to you right now.
Hmm.
Yes. Yes, Huzoor.
Come, this way.
I'm Alastair Cartwright, the new Superintendent of Police, Lahore.
I've kept a jalsa at my house to celebrate that.
And I would like one of your… nautch girls… To come for it.
I seem to amuse you.
Did I say something funny?
What Huzoor means to say is…
if we send our girls to dance at every private gathering…
then what value will shahi mahal hold?
But I'm willing to pay more.
Officer Sahab,
Huzoor is laughing because for such pettysome
even our phatto would not dance.
You are refusing a British officer?
Are you sure you want to refuse me?
Huzoor says that she would even refuse the King of Britain! You're just a….
She is saying "Khuda Haafiz".
Khuda Haafiz.
But I will see you soon, Mallikajaan.
Huzoor, I'm very scared! That British officer looked furious when he left.
Hmm.
Now he's going to remember me for the rest of his life.
And he also learned something today… Heeramandi is not ruled by the British…
it is Mallikajaan who rules over it.
Ill-fated Ustad.
Good evening Ustaad, thank you for coming
Would you care to have a drink?
Ustaad, would you care to have a drink?
Ji, no… No thank you.
You have… called me here for the first time. How may I be of service to you?
I've called you here today
because I want to know everything about Mallikajaan.
Never mind Mallikajaan, Huzoor… she's an old hag, I'm here
I mean to say, I could get you the finest courtesans--
Mallikajaan.
I want to know every secret, every weakness, her entire life story.
She is the most… powerful courtesan in Heeramandi.
You shouldn't cross swords with her, Huzoor.
Are you telling me that whore has more power than the British Empire?
No at all, you are my Master.
Then speak.
Shahi mahal is the hand that feeds me, Huzoor
I can't stab them in the back?
Maybe I should stab you… in the back,
Huzoor!
Huzoor…Be gentle, please! I'm a fragile little thing, Huzoor!
I'll tell you everything! Mallikajaan is a vile,
despicable bitch Huzoor. There are secrets hidden behind every
wall in Shahi Mahal! Huzoor! What are you doing?
Hu-Huzoor, I'll get hurt!!
Tasleem, Ammijaan! You wished to see me?
Yes, my child. Baloch Sahab is holding a gala.
The most eminent people in the city will be there.
I'd like you to attend and get to know them better.
Go on. Get dressed.
I'm so sorry, Ammijaan. Uh, I'm feeling a little unwell today.
May I… Stay at home?
Of course, you may, my dear.
One must always take care of one's health. No?
Let me see if you have a fever.
Hmm…
Ah. There's no fever.
But we can't seem to cure you of your poetry fever, can we?
Let me see what you've written.
"May you always hold me in the palm of your hand,
may you read me like a book and try to understand…
-You write very well. -Oh no, this isn't mine.
This is Niyaazi Sahab's poem.
I really admire the way he expresses himself. That's why I wrote it down.
What a strange coincidence.
It's Niyaazi Sahab who will be presenting his poetry tonight.
It would've been wonderful if you could've come.
Well… maybe next time.
Ammi… I was thinking maybe I should come with you after all.
No, no, you should stay at home and take care of your health.
Don't worry about me… I'll be fine… but you shouldn't go on alone at--
-Phatto! -Yes, Huzoor?
Hayee, the scent of these roses will drive everyone mad, Huzoor!
Allah Haafiz!
Now where are you off to, looking like a pink as a rose?
To hear Niyaazi Sahab's poetry.
Hai Rabba! If Huzoor finds out, she'll kill you.
Tell Satto to keep a close eye on Alam. The poor child isn't keeping
well after all.
Sure, Huzoor.
Oye! Have you lost your mind? Get down!! What if she sees you- hey!
Come on!
Let the blood flowing in your veins cleanse and purify your mind.
Wah! Wah!
Let the blood flowing in your veins cleanse and purify your mind.
Speak only then of the heart where love is enshrined.
Wah, Wah!
-Beautifully said! -Thank you, thank you.
Mukarrar Niyazi Sahab Mukarrar
Since it is Mallikajaan Sahiba's wish… I will begin this poem again.
I'm honored.
Let the blood flowing in your veins cleanse and purify your mind.
Wahh!
Speak only then of the heart where love is enshrined.
Wah, wah, wah! Well said
-Well said -If I may…
Oh, the bitter sweet joy of soothing a vexed lover…
Wah!
Young lady, let me at least finish reciting my poem.
Once again. Oh, the bitter sweet joy of soothing a vexed lover…
If only she were vexed again, my life would be divine.
Wah, wah, wah, wah!
Let the blood flowing in your veins cleanse and purify your mind.
If I may…. Blessed are the fortunate who find love's rare treasure.
Blessed are the fortunate who find love's rare treasure.
The very mention of my beloved turn my wounds into a smile.
-Vaah, vaah, vaah! Beautiful! Beautiful! -Let the blood flowing in your
veins cleanse and purify your mind.
How will you pray at the altar of love when your beloved is not there?
Confess your feelings face to face, declare your love this time.
Wah! That's wonderful!
Let the blood flowing in your veins cleanse and purify your mind.
Wah!
If love drives you to madness, then take that madness on a quest…
If love drives you to madness, , then take that madness on a quest…
If you are a true lover, then seek and you shall find.
Wah! Wah!
Let the blood flowing in your veins cleanse and purify your mind.
Now pay attention to this one.
Don't turn your glance away from it, this is true love, my friend!
Proclaim it loudly, street to street, until the very end!
-Fabulous Niyazi Sahab, Fabulous! -Thank you, thank you.
I conclude… with the last verse of the evening.
-Proceed. -The unbearable pain of being
apart, cuts you like a knife…
The unbearable pain of being apart, cuts you like a knife…
Let the knife cut through you Niyaz cherish it all your life.
-Masha Allah, Masha allah Niyazi sahab. -Glorious!
Niyazi Sahab,
We are all honoured by your presence at this gathering held in my son's honour.
We are eternally grateful.
Thank you Thank you Thank you, I'm honored.
You're too kind… thank you so much… It's an honour… truly… You're very gracious.
You're very gracious… Thank you… It's an honour, Thank you
"Excellent" "Brilliant"
Wailekum Assalaam…
Sorry…
And then…
-Sorry, sorry, sorry. -Careful
-Thank you. -Thank you.
Tajdar! Where are you off to? Come Come here, come here. Come here!!
Yes.
Let me introduce you… to the Jewel of Lahore - Mallikajaan!
Aadab.
She's an extraordinary artiste… and a very dear friend of mine!
Who are you looking for, my dear? Listen to me!
Sorry, sorry. Please go on.
She'll be holding her youngest daughter's initiation ceremony soon and I've
suggest you go for it.
So now I must go to Heeramandi for lessons in love?
Learn etiquette and refinement from these courtesans?
Tajdar, mind your words!
I'm sorry.
That's alright. Thank you, Begum Sahiba.
You invited me for your beautiful gala, you've been respectful
But unfortunately… Not all respectable people are respectful.
Anyway, I'll take your leave.
Yes.
I'm really sorry.
May I escort you to your buggy?
What was his name again?
Tajdar.
Tajdar Sahab… I know my way into these mansions and I know my way out as well.
Begum he's a diamond… he's a heera.
Send him over to Heeramandi. We'll polish him.
Khuda Haafiz!
-What? Why you're here? In my buggy? -Shoo!
She's gone right!
Bibi! Bibi, Bibi, Bibi
So we're feeling better now, are we?
Niyaazi Sahab was brilliant tonight, wasn't he? Hmm?
Hmm.
-Come on. Go inside. It's alright. -Ammi--
-Huzoor, I didn't know Alam Bibi was-- -Shabba khair, Iqbal.
Shabba khair, Iqbal!
Balli!
Oye, Balli!
What are you doing here? Why didn't you come for dinner?
Balli, I'm talking to you. I'm very hungry let's go.
Saima, I'm not hungry, you go and eat
Wah! A man who eats 12 parathas is not hungry today! May I know why?
There's only one thing I've ever earned in my life… and that's Huzoor's trust.
And today, I lost that too.
How?
She must be thinking I took Alam to the recital…
That too without asking her permission.
Huzoor would never think like that!
Could she find anyone more loyal than you in all of Lahore?
She likes you very much… but less than me!
This whole bloody mess… is because of your Alamzeb!
Alam made the mess. She'll apologize for it.
Saima! You don't understand…
Even God may forgive a man for committing a sin…
but Huzoor? Sooner or later she's going to punish me.
I don't know about Huzoor. But I'm going to punish you today.
I'm dying of hunger but I won't eat food. I'll eat you.
Alam, I can't believe how lucky you are! Huzoor found out what you did… and
she didn't even scold you!
Why would she scold me shama? Ammi knows just how much I love poetry. And she
wouldn't -
These are all my books. Where are you taking them?
We're throwing them out…
But why?
Keep going to poetry reading's without permission. Now pay the price!
And my diary?
Go ask Huzoor!
Ammi, where are they taking my books?
In Heeramandi, books are just a passing fancy…
but Ghungroo's are your life.
Here, fate isn't written on the palm of your
hands… but on the soles of your feet. It's time to accept your fate.
Such a harsh punishment for listening to some poetry!
Punishment was a must.
-Ammi-- -Yesterday, you told your first lie…
It must also be…your last.
Ammi, I'm willing to accept any punishment you give me!
You can skin me alive but please don't tear up my poetry--!
I don't believe in punishing the body. Only the soul.
Isn't this where your soul resides?
What?
You know you are staring at me?
If I ever had to give up my life… I would happily drown in the depth of your eyes.
Is that so? Are my eyes really that deep?
Yes, they're so deep that I---
Aapajaan!
Aapa
Why don't you ask her how deep they are!
Bibbo Aapa!
Alam, I'm with Wali Sahab right now.
And I was with Ammi right now. She's had all my books thrown away!
Then I'll get you new ones, please leave.
Aapa, if you don't listen to me right now…
I-I'm going to kill myself but I won't wear these ghungroos!
Forgive me, Wali Sahab… I'll only be gone a minute.
Alam, I've told you so many times--
Tsk! Where's this girl gone?
Really, Ammi, must you always stir up trouble?
What is this, Wali Sahab?
You're leaving?
I have a meeting with Henderson.
Does that mean that that damn Henderson has eyes deeper than mine?
It's important that I meet him today.
The city is on tenterhooks. The rebels are protesting everywhere.
These rebels are such fools! Protesting at an age when they should be romancing.
I'm worried that today, Henderson is going to issue 'shoot at sight' orders.
I'm going to try my best to stop him.
These rebels may be fools… but they're our people after all.
I'll take your leave.
-Ji. -Khuda Haafiz!
Long live!
The revolution!
Britisher's.
Long live!
-Come on! -Britisher's…
Britishers…!
Aapa, we could learn a thing or two from these rebels, right?
At least they raise their voice against injustice.
And look at me. Ammi burnt my diary to ashes,
took my books away and I didn't do anything.
Why do you say that? She may have taken your books
but we're off to buy new ones! That makes you a rebel, Alam!
That's true.
Britishers…!
Long live!
Zindabad!
Britishers…!
Long live!
The revolution!
Long live!
The revolution!
Long live!
-Revolution! -Revolution!
Long live!
The revolution!
Britishers…!
Long live!
The revolution!
-Britishers…! -Iqbal, take the buggy to the
crossroad, we'll meet you there.
Okay. Bibi… looks like there's going to be trouble, don't take too long.
Inqalab…!
-Alright! Come along, Alam. -Britishers…!
Come on!
Inqalab…!
Salaam Alaikum, bhaijaan. Uh, we would like to buy some books.
It's not like we sell bangles here. All you get here are books.
But read this sign first. 'Pay today, credit tomorrow'.
Why would we ask for credit? We have plenty of money to spend.
Not only will we pay, we'll tip you as well.
Its alright Aalam, come on go and find your books
Where can I find the books on poetry?
Ahead, on the left. You'll find my attendant there.
But please hurry up. I'll have to close the shop
if things outside get worse.
Aapa, can I really pick as many books as I want?
Yes, of course!
Nawaz Bhai give me that book
-But why the sudden hurry? -Don't ask so many questions. It is
imperative that this book reaches Hamid Sahab. There could be
riots at the rally today.
Go carefully. Don't raise any suspicions.
All right.
Alam go ahead and choose all the books you want. I'll quickly go and meet Sultana
-Khala, alright? -Hmm.
Yes.
Woh, woh, woh! Uh, Madam! What's wrong with you?
I'm so sorry!
Oh my god, you!
You?
You…
You. how are you?
I am…very well. And you?
Me? Wonderful!
You disappeared so suddenly that day, that I…
Where can I find Niyaazi Sahab?
Right here.
You etched his poetry onto my heart… It still whispers in me.
Poetry does not whisper, it roars.
The owner and his attendant, both have terrible manners at this book store.
Move…
Attendant?
Excuse me, how may this poor attendant be of service?
Thank you, but I'm quite capable, of helping myself.
Ah! It appears you're rather fond of poetry.
Yes. I love Ghalib, Zafar, Meer, Niyaazi… I remember all their poems by heart.
Does that heart have room for this poor attendant's poem?
When thoughts of you find their way into my diary…
-Every word is a poetry itself. -Britishers…!
Inqalab…!
Britishers…!
Hamid Sahab!
Rizwan Bhai, where are Balraj, Gurdas and the others?
They've all gone to attend the rally.
When Hamid Sahab leaves for the rally, you have to make sure that you give him
this book. It's very important. Please don't forget -
What's wrong, Bibbojaan?
You sound worried.
Hamid Sahab, Henderson is going to issue shoot
at sight orders at the rally! Our comrades might get killed.
What makes you, so certain about this?
Because I heard it from Wali sahab.
Take this.
This is no time to read books.
This is the time to fight back.
I had hidden this pistol at the bookstore a while ago,
I knew it would come in handy one day
If they are going to kill ten of our men… we should kill at least six of theirs!
From now on, our slogan will not be "Do or die". It will be "Kill or be killed".
Kill or be killed.
This, this and this.
Excuse me ma'am, you forgot this one, and this one.
You have hired some very strange attendants for your book store.
-He? My attendant? -Sh…
Ofcourse him who else?
Arre, why are you looking here and there? How much is it?
Yes.
Please consider this a gift from this humble attendant.
You can cut it from my salary, sir.
Hmm.
If I stay here a moment longer… I won't just cut his salary,
I'll cut his throat. Khuda Hafiz.
My Aapa will come and pay for the books.
Nawaz, who is this girl?
-Inqalab…! -I wouldn't know, Bhai. People
-come. They buy books and they leave. -Britishers…!
But she just left with a piece of my heart.
Inqalab!
Long live!
Inqalab…!
Britishers…!
Inqalab…!
-Britishers…! -Leave our country!
Britishers…!
Inqalab…!
Do Or Die
Long live the revolution!
Leave our country!
Long Live… the Revolution! Long Live… the Revolution! Long Live… the Revolution!
Long Live… the Revolution!
Wait…wait right here…
Greatest in all the world is our nation Hindustan
Down with foreign rule
Glory to the Motherland
Long live the revolution