Naram Garam (नरम गरम)

"On a soft night, on the hot moon"

"On a soft night, on the hot moon"

"Wherever the hand touched, there was a blister"

"Even that was round, even this is round"

"Even that was round, even this is round"

"The hot blister's soft skin"

"When the skin came off, there was a moon therein"

"Even that was round, even this is round"

"Even that was round, even this is round"

"Hot skin"

"Soft skin"

"Skin of skin"

"No, peeled off skin"

"Skin of skin"

"Skin of skin"

"Let's peel the moon and see how it looks"

"It looks like an enigma"

"Even that was an enigma, even this is an enigma"

"Even that was an enigma, even this is an enigma"

"Soft is hot"

"Soft is hot"

"It's an enigma"

"It's an enigma"

Are you Ishwar Prasad's son? - Yes, but...

Don't you recognise me?

I'm the money lender of this village, Gangaram.

Oh! Hello.

You people had sold your house and moved to the city.

Then what brings you back here?

The teacher has called me.

Oh, so you are the guest to welcome whom...

...he took a loan of Rs.50 from me.

Loan?

He had to. His financial condition is very bad.

His son is worthless, his daughter of marriageable age.

How much can I help him?

His wife was sick, for whose treatment he mortgaged his house.

Forget the principal amount, he hasn't even paid the interest.

I'll wait another 10-15 days, then I'll get a decree.

Good day.

Not there, this way.

Sorry?

Want to go to the teacher's house, don't you?

Yes. - I'm Kusum.

Kusum? I'd seen you when you were little. You have changed so much.

Even you have changed. You have forgotten your village roads.

I'm coming after many days, that's why.

Let me carry your bag. - No, thanks. - Give me.

Alright, carry this.

Come.

Where is uncle? - He'll come now.

Sit down.

Take a wash, food is ready.

Ram, you have arrived? Bless you.

I have been waiting for you since 3-4 days.

I thought you didn't get my letter.

I did get your letter, but I was busy.

That's okay. It's enough that you have come.

Did you meet Kusi? - Yes, she brought me here.

Oh. - But Birju... - Don't mention his name!

I threw him out of the house. - Why?

That rascal... - Father! Must you say it now?

He is tired after a long journey. Let him eat and take rest.

You also take a wash and eat.

Come.

What are you carrying in your dress? - Bitter gourd.

You love it, don't you? - How do you know?

I grew up in your house. How will I not know?

Kusum, to tell you honestly. I love it in the village.

I have found a house, and a tailor too.

Tailor? - Yes. My shirt was torn. Someone sewed it.

I'll even get to eat bitter gourd. What else can a man ask for?

Food, clothing, shelter.

Food and clothing is okay, but the house is mortgaged.

There was a time when I used to tell everyone I have two homes.

Father's home, and your home.

I'm going, I have to cook.

You can see the condition of the house.

My condition is worst.

Though I have a son, he's useless.

He didn't get an education.

Now he's joined a theater group and is disgracing our family name.

That's why I threw him out of the house.

You started that again, father?

I know you don't like to hear any complaints about your brother.

Even I don't like to complain about him.

But my heart pours out when I meet a dear one.

Get me a smoke, Kusi.

Birju is a boy. He will manage. I'm not too worried about him.

I'm worried about my daughter.

Her qualities have become her curse.

I don't understand.

She is educated, and learnt music too.

She is also beautiful.

Where do I find a suitable boy for her?

There cannot be a dearth of suitors for a girl like Kusum.

There is no dearth, but I must have a dowry too.

There are no educated guys here, they all left for the city.

And those who are here, demand a fat dowry.

That is why I have called you here.

Marry her.

Me?

But I cannot marry now.

Why, son? - What do I say?

I earn only Rs.140 a month. I stay in a corner of my boss' house.

In such a situation, I cannot even dream of marriage.

Get married, your salary will gradually grow.

A wife could bring you luck.

Excuse me uncle...

...but I cannot take the responsibility of marriage right now.

It's late father, let him go to bed.

You also go to bed. - Alright. Did you make his bed?

Yes, in your room.

No, I'll sleep here. It's a lovely full moon night.

Birju!

You? When did you come? - Today.

Can you call Kusum? But see that father doesn't come to know.

Uncle... uncle. - What is it, son?

I am thirsty. Is Kusum asleep?

No. I'll get water for you.

Birju! - Where?

Brother! Where were you for so many days?

You didn't even come for the festival.

I didn't get the time. The manager didn't give me leave.

We had a play scheduled that day.

Quit acting in plays now. Come and live at home.

I'll convince father.

I don't like it at home without you.

Even father is not happy.

He will get more upset if I come home.

And what will I come home and do?

I am not educated.

If I take up a labourer's job, father will get angry.

And I cannot sit idle at home and eat for free.

That is why I joined a theater group.

You'll see.

Your brother will become a renowned actor one day.

Then all our problems will be over.

Why are you panting?

Our theater group has come to Rasoolganj.

I didn't even change after the show. I straight away came to meet you.

I've bought you a saree, towels for father.

And scented tobacco. Father likes it, doesn't he?

But don't tell him I bought it, or he will throw it away.

If he asks, tell him you collected money and bought it for him.

Wait here, I'll get something for you to eat.

I cannot wait. We are leaving at three. I'll have to go.

Ram, you live in Vastue Bhavan, don't you?

If my theater group ever comes there, I'll come to meet you.

I have to leave now, make something of myself.

I cannot bear to see father's pain.

I'll be going.

I'll be going.

I'm leaving. - Alright.

Wonder where Kusum went. She must have gone to the temple.

It's okay, uncle. Give her my love.

Do give a thought to what I told you. And do write.

Yes.

Oh, God.

Stop!

The time is inauspicious. We won't go home now.

Take me to Babua's garage.

We can get the noise the car is making, checked.

Turn back.

Switch off the engine.

Wonder what's wrong with the car. My brain isn't functioning.

But it's not my brain's fault. Even it needs nourishment.

Junior master doesn't let us have tea.

I think there is something wrong with the engine.

You work shirker! Can't you check the engine then?

Where is Bansi?

Master, you don't let anyone drink tea here.

He cannot work without having tea. So he left.

He left? So let him get lost!

He thinks we cannot manage without him?

Why are you checking here? The noise is in the differential.

In the differential?

Differential is behind. You come with me.

Take.

Master, your grams and jaggery has come.

Have your breakfast. - Keep it.

God is strange, master. - Why?

I feel like having a good breakfast every morning.

But I cannot afford it.

You can afford good food, but you prefer to eat gram and jaggery.

You won't understand the greatness of gram and jaggery.

What does the car run on? On horse power.

And eating gram and jaggery gives man the strength of a horse.

Understand, you idiot! - Yes.

Give me the spanner.

Spanner.

Idiot! I asked for a spanner, and you gave me a screwdriver?

Have you gone nuts? You idiot, you jerk, hurry!

Hammer?

I'll mend the car later, first let me straighten you!

Are you drunk early in the morning? I'll smash your head!

Brother, you!

What kind of language is this? How disgusting!

Being from the Bajpayee family, you speak such language?

Next time you use such language, I'll never see your face again.